New Beginning
by P-Towne
He lives out his most cherished fantasy.
	


	Raleigh had always loved women with big muscles.  It just seemed so 
extraordinary to see an attractive girl with arms thicker than his, with 
shoulders wider than his, with a bull neck more powerful than his, with a barrel 
chest and a massive back stronger than his, with bulging thighs that dwarfed his 
own -- a girl who would look down knowing that she could do whatever she wanted 
with him.  
	That couldn't ever happen, though.  Maybe for some guys, but not for him.  
He was six feet one inch and weighed about 300 lbs.  There may be women out 
there stronger than him, but there were certainly none that had the whole 
package he was looking for.  He wanted to be tiny in comparison to his fantasy 
woman -- he wanted an amazon.  
	Have you ever seen those action movie posters where the girl has her arms 
around the hero's neck and is hugging his chest for protection?  The ones where 
the hero has the girl in one hand and a huge gun in the other, protecting her?  
He wanted that, but in reverse.  He wanted desperately to be protected.  
	"Enough daydreaming," Raleigh said aloud to himself.  Don't let it go too 
far, he thought.  You know where it's going to go from there.  These fantasies 
were becoming a serious distraction.  
	"Smoke time."  
	At the convenience store on the corner, he strolled casually past the 
magazine rack as if he was looking for something else.  The latest bodybuilding 
magazines sat there in a row, literally making his mouth water.  A quick survey 
of the room told him no one was looking.  He grabbed an issue and quickly 
flipped through it.  There...oh, and there...the images flashed and were gone.  
Someone approached the rack and he swiftly put the magazine back in behind some 
benign titles.  He ached for more, but he couldn't risk looking like a pervert.
	He stepped slowly past the magazine rack, but his eyes kept drifting back.  
The quick fragments of firm bronze flesh stuck in his mind.  Female 
bodybuilders, and plenty of them.  Hidden like treasure in those magazines.  
	Suddenly he was by the comic rack.  He perused the titles, most of them 
crappy old ones that no one wanted to buy.  Ho, what's this?  The top half of 
the word "Wonder Woman" caught his eye.  That other person had moved up to the 
checkout, so...
	Grabbing the comic eagerly, he took in the cover.  It was her pitted 
against a giant insect of some kind.  He flipped the pages, but the art was 
severely poor.  Wonder Woman looked like just another big breasted, slim comic-
book heroine.  No muscles.  He shoved it back into its place.  Why did I even 
try, he wondered.  They never draw her like they should.
	To his agony, there was a sudden rush at the store.  He waited a little 
while for the place to empty, but people just kept on coming in.  With a sigh, 
he walked out the door leaving behind his beloved magazines.  A more secure man 
could have bought those, but Raleigh would not have been able to look the 
cashier in the eye had he laid one of them on the counter.  	On the way 
home he wondered to himself who ever buys those muscle magazines, since he'd 
never seen anyone do it.  All the gas stations have them, so they must be in 
demand.  The other buyers were probably guys like him -- guys who wait until no 
one is in the store, then hurry to the counter with the magazine and another 
item they pick up to distract the worker's attention from their embarrassing 
purchase.  Who knows?
	Outside his building he sparked a cigarette and eased his fat body down to 
the ground.  It was late and cold and there was no one out.  No one 
except...where did she come from?  All of the sudden he noticed a tall blond 
woman heading up the sidewalk towards him.  Out of the corner of his eye, he 
noticed her tight navy blue leggings expanding and contracting noticeably with 
each long stride.  She wore a jacket and scarf against the cold, and her 
leggings dove down into leg warmers and running shoes.  
	"What's up," he said as she caught his eye.  
	"Hi there," she replied with an incredible smile.  Raleigh almost shit his 
pants.  She was gorgeous!  His heart skipped a beat when her feet turned and 
headed in his direction.  In a few moments she stood in front of him, and he had 
to fight to keep his eyes off her lovely athlete's legs.  With a graceful spin, 
she lowered herself to sit beside him.  
	He ran his eyes up her leggings to her fashion model's face.  
	"What are you doing out here so late?" she asked.
	Raleigh, his face burning and his body suddenly rigid and awkward, took a 
quick puff before he spoke.  "Just sittin'."  Boy that was lame, he thought.
	She smiled again.  "Let's go into your apartment.  I want to talk to you."

	Raleigh was fumbling for his keys before she even finished the sentence.
	
	Inside his living room, he just stared.  She had just removed her scarf 
and jacket to reveal long, tight arms that swelled and rippled with every 
movement.  In fact, her whole body was heroically proportioned, with a large, 
high chest, broad shoulders, and nothing but womanly curves below.  
	Without any introductions, she began, "I can help you get what you want."
	You already have, he thought.  He just replied, "What?"
	"I know about your fantasy, and I can help you achieve it," she said 
bluntly.
	He didn't know what to say, and she continued. 
	"You've always dreamed about muscular women.  Women who are bigger and 
stronger than you or any other man in the world.  You want a Wonder Woman, a 
She-Hulk.  The way YOU imagine them.  A woman who can pick a guy like you up and 
play with you like a toddler.  The kind of woman that doesn't exist anywhere but 
in your imagination.  Am I right?"

	Raleigh's mouth was dry.  Words failed him yet again.
	Seeing his confused state, she stood up and walked over to where he sat on 
the couch.  For a second she stood there, hands on her hips.  Raleigh had almost 
found his tongue when she bent over, placed his arms around her neck, and slid 
her hands under his butt.  With a quick heave, she had him in her arms, his legs 
around her waist and his hands on her shoulders.  She was holding him like a 
parent holds a young child that doesn't want to walk anymore.
	She looked him straight in the eye and then looked down to his pants.
	"Yeah, I'm right."
	Raleigh could say nothing.  Ecstasy wasn't the word for what he felt.  
This was like a dream.  No, this was a dream.  His whole body shook feverishly 
and he almost felt like crying.  Thank you, sweet Lord.
	She waited for him to calm down, then fixed him with her eyes.  "Listen to 
me, Raleigh:  If you do exactly as I say, and I can make your dream come true."
	Desire overcoming him, he hugged her tightly and kissed her strong neck.  
	"Yes."  He was frantically hugging her, trying to squeeze himself tighter 
to her.
	"NO!" she shouted and threw him roughly back onto the couch.  "Not me you 
idiot!  Not me!  Your own fantasy woman!"
	He gazed at her in complete puzzlement.  She looked genuinely appalled.  
Suddenly he was overcome with embarrassment and fell over himself trying to 
explain. 
	"I'm sorry.  I'm sorry.  It's just that I haven't had many girlfriends and 
I guess I thought you were giving me signals and I don't ever know what to do 
with women and..."
	Her face softened and she crouched down in front of him.
	"Raleigh," she said, but he kept on babbling.  "Raleigh!" she said firmly, 
gripping his knees.  His body stiffened and he shut up.  "It's all right.  Don't 
worry about it.  Just listen to me -- do you accept my offer or not?"  
	His was feeling so apologetic that he'd momentarily forgot what she'd been 
saying.  
	"About my fantasy?" he said slowly.  "How are you gonna do that?"
	"How isn't important right now," she said impatiently.  "I can give you 
your dream, Raleigh.  Your deepest fantasy.  Your impossible fantasy.  I can 
make it real for you, Raleigh.  No one else can do that.  You will never get a 
chance like this again, you know.  Take the opportunity.  You can have what 
you've always wanted.  All you have to do is trust me.  You must do exactly what 
I tell you.  Do you accept?"
	Her eyes widened in an uncomfortably zealous stare.  He hesitated, and she 
tightened her grip on his knees and ran them up his thighs, squeezing their bulk 
firmly.  With that, his inhibitions melted away.
	"What do I need to do?"

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	A frightening sensation welled up inside him.  Gradually an indescribable 
wave washed over his body, leaving him overwhelmed by fear.  He felt...change.  
All his senses were fading away, but the one thing that remained was the feeling 
that he was about to undergo a profound change.  And with that notion came 
terror.  
	Make it stop!  
	Make it stop!  
	The words echoed in his head as the feeling grew in intensity.  
	Why did I do this?  
	Why?!  
	MAKE IT STOP!
	He couldn't speak, though, and he doubted it would have done any good.   
He knew he was in this for the whole nine yards.  
	All of the sudden pain ripped through his body.  His muscles spasmed and 
every nerve was on fire.  He felt his entire lower body begin to shift.  Bone 
ground against bone and he felt his joints tear apart.  It felt like his bones 
were growing but there was no room.  The shifting traveled up his spine until 
his entire skeleton was being wrenched apart, all the bones in his body were 
breaking up.  
	The pain was unbearable but there was no escape.  His pelvis crushed its 
way upward into his torso and his hips seemed to shift.  He realized that his 
broken body was realigning itself.  And with that, his muscles grew to 
compensate.  Every muscle was knotting unbearably and he believed they might 
push through his skin.  
	Somehow, somewhere, he felt a hand on the back of his neck, and it all 
went black.   

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	Upon waking the next morning, Raleigh sensed that something was different.  
He was on his bed, in his room, in his apartment, but there was something kind 
of -- no, something VERY -- different.  Something he couldn't put his finger on, 
even though it seemed to be everywhere.  It started to worry him, as a matter of 
fact, because the feeling was really intense and would not go away.  
	He tossed and turned a bit, thinking that he needed more sleep, but he 
wasn't tired.  
	Am I hung over?  What did I do last night?  He was completely baffled.
	Looking over at his computer, he noticed his female bodybuilder collage 
screensaver running.  The events of the previous day came back to him in a 
blitzkrieg.  The woman, the pain, the change...
	No, that had to be a dream.  That couldn't have happened.  Fear overtook 
him and he jumped out of bed like it was a hot stove.  The strange, overpowering 
feeling remained, and, if anything, grew more intense.  A terrifying revelation 
came over him.  
	He ran to the bathroom and bent down slightly to look in the mirror.  	He 
could only stare.  
	Looking straight back at him was...was...the most beautiful creature ever 
to grace God's green Earth.  Literally.  The image in the mirror was nothing 
less than his ultimate fantasy.  A woman.  A huge, muscular woman filled up his 
bathroom mirror, every part of her unearthly physique achingly beautiful.  
	He could not imagine a more beautiful face than the one he stood eye-to-
eye with.  Sparkling eyes, immaculate complexion, full lips that were the shape 
all other lips strove to be.  Every single contour of her face reflected all the 
strength and beauty that was her aura.   
	His exploration came to a shuddering halt when he realized that the 
woman's movements mimicked his own.  He reached up to touch his cheek and the 
woman's biceps swelled noticeably as she did the same.  Not wanting to take his 
eyes off the mirror for fear that the image would vanish, he resumed his 
downward scan of her body.          
	Below the face was the neck of a champion thoroughbred.  Underneath, the 
woman's chest and shoulders were the stuff his dreams were made of -- insanely 
large, yet fitting perfectly.  Massive arms beyond description hung down around 
a smoothly muscled abdomen.  Unmistakably female hips made of packed muscle 
unlike anything he'd ever seen curved out and down from the waist.  Following 
the incredible hips were thighs that had to be a trick of the mirror.  No human 
could have legs that thick.  He could have stared at those titanic thighs all 
day, but he forced his eyes down to a huge pair of calves that swooped 
gracefully down to ankles and feet that completed the physique perfectly.  
	It was him.  
	The woman in the mirror was what the fat, scruffy Raleigh had become.  
	He was now a "she."  
	She felt like she should be shocked at this notion, but she wasn't.  She 
accepted the image in the mirror as easily as she had the other image that had 
been there for the last thirty years.  
	But acceptance didn't dull the elation she felt.
	"Good morning, Leigh," she said, thereby christening herself.  
	She reached down to her firm, high breasts and cupped them with a 
religious solemnity.  Ecstasy coursed through her body as she slid her hands 
down her rippling abdomen and around her smooth hips to her gigantic glutes.  
With her eyes closed, she let her hands travel back up her body until she was 
hugging herself, feeling the unbelievable width of her chest and shoulders and 
losing herself in the feel of her powerful arms.  Caressing her upper arms with 
shaky hands, she marveled at the weight and warmth of her new muscles, and how 
they bounced and sprang to life with even the tiniest movement.  Her eyes still 
closed and her arms crossed over the expanse of her chest,  she slowly flexed 
her biceps.  The controlled movement caused her muscles to swell...and 
swell...and swell.  She had to open her eyes to bear witness to this incredible 
phenomena.  The muscles kept growing and growing until they finally peaked in an 
explosion of rock-hard striations and veins that was frightening to behold.
	With a flourish, she raised her arms up and flexed her biceps like she'd 
seen bodybuilders do.  The way they contracted and peaked made her dizzy with 
euphoria.  Unfortunately, the mirror wasn't high enough for her to see.  She 
looked down and suddenly realized just how large she'd become.  Everything she 
saw looked like it had been downsized.  Her head was only about a foot from the 
ceiling above.  With a jolt she realized what this kind of size entailed.  She 
guessed that she must now be the strongest woman -- nay, the strongest person -- 
in the world.  

	That notion, along with the looks and sensations of her new body made her 
feel very sexual.  No, this was beyond any sexual pleasure she'd known.  She was 
the embodiment of her own biggest fantasy -- she was living a dream.  She WAS 
the dream, and the pleasure of it was indescribable.  To have everything you've 
ever wanted suddenly handed to you and made part of you in the most intimate way 
defies imagination.  She knew the world would never be the same.  This had to be 
Paradise.  
	Soon, the loveliest of itches took hold between her legs and she obeyed 
the urge of her femininity.  It wasn't long before an explosion of sensual bliss 
caused every muscle in her body to contract simultaneously.  The feeling was 
unimaginable.  And no more waiting in between, she thought with a smile.  Her 
new body turned her on so intensely that she literally spent the rest of the day 
in between earth-shattering orgasms.  Whether she was exploring her musculature 
with hungry hands, enjoying the sensuality of flexing her fabulous physique, or 
simply staring at her reflection in complete awe, she couldn't help but get lost 
in the pure force of sexuality and desire inherent in her new form.

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	The next morning she woke up thinking that it had all been a dream.  She 
looked down and saw her perfect feet sticking out way past the foot of the bed.  
Nope.  Not a dream.  
	Laying in bed, Leigh basked in the warmth and comfort her new body lent 
her.  She felt wonderful.  The sluggish uncomfortability and feeling of burden 
of her former self had washed away.  Her massive new physique gave her a feeling 
of total freedom to do anything; all the pain and misery of living a fat, weak 
existence were forgotten.  She laid in bed dreamily and imagined the 
possibilities.
	After a while, she decided to rise.  Stretching her huge muscles 
luxuriously, she was shocked at the barrage of sensations she felt.  She felt 
every inch of her huge body intimately as if nerve endings had awoke that she 
never knew she had before.  Flexing her powerful thighs was in itself a very 
sensual experience.
	She jumped out of bed and rushed to the shower.  Gotta start the day off 
right, she thought.  Rubbing her soapy hands over the bulk of her massive thighs 
proved to be too much and she gave into her sexual urges.  Unfortunately, at the 
thundering climax she grabbed the curtain rod and tore it off violently, at the 
same time crunching the metal rod  in her palm.  	"Better be careful," she 
thought, but the demonstration of her new strength filled her with elation.  
	After the shower, she encountered the problem of clothing herself.  She 
spent the previous day naked, but she'd have to go out sooner or later.   
Searching through her drawer, she found very little that she could wear, and 
nothing that she could wear properly.  For starters, she tried to put on some 
briefs, but they would tear apart as soon as she tried fitting them over her 
gargantuan thighs.  Soon she gave that up and tried on some T-shirts, the 
biggest of which could not contain her incredible shoulders and chest.  

	Finally she found a shirt that fit, but as she flexed her pectorals to 
test its durability, the seams tore apart completely.  Pretty soon she grew fond 
of that feeling and found more clothes to tear out of.  With the slightest flex, 
she tore the legs out of more than one pair of sweats.  Unfortunately, not one 
of her long-sleeve shirts had armholes big enough for her to get into and flex 
out of.  
	She ended up having to tear the sleeves off a formerly baggy winter jacket 
just to cover something.  Of course, it could only zip up halfway to her huge 
chest, but the necessities were covered.  Along with the ruined jacket, she was 
able to slip into some sweatpants that stretched dangerously tight over her 
massive glutes.  She had to cut them off above the bulge of her thighs, though, 
and doing so made them eyebrow-raisingly short.  Wearing something so revealing 
felt exceedingly awkward and more than a little exciting; however, there was no 
other choice in the present situation.
	The first order of business was to find some new clothes, which wasn't 
going to be easy with a body like this.  It was going to require cash, and 
plenty of it.  In the back of her closet -- which, by the way, now looked like a 
hurricane had just passed through it -- she found the heavy safe where she kept 
the fat wad of emergency cash.  She'd never used it before, though, and soon 
realized that she had no inkling of what the combination might be.  For almost 
half an hour she racked her brain.  Try as she may, she could remember neither 
1) what the combination was nor 2) where she might have written it down and kept 
it.  
	"God DAMNIT!" she yelled and stamped her foot.  To her astonishment, she 
heard a loud crack as she did so.  The floor she stood on now had an obvious dip 
in the middle -- she must have broken some of the supports in it. 
	"Wow!" she exclaimed.  She hadn't stomped nearly as hard as she could 
have.  Looking down, she flexed her quads.  They swelled enormously and broke 
out in a rash of veins and sinews.  Touching them, the texture was inhuman and 
the hardness was -- well, how do you compare hardness?  
	"You could scratch a penny with those thighs," she laughed.  Looking back 
to the closet, she had an idea.  "And you could probably break a safe."
	She bent down and first tried to force the door open.  No dice.  She tried 
the handle, but only succeeded in tearing it off the face of the safe.  Well, 
that cancels any ideas about opening it the traditional way, she admitted.  
	Standing up, she grabbed the safe and scooted it away from the wall, her 
arm muscles bunching pleasantly as she did so.  The bottom of the safe scratched 
the floor to hell, so she decided to try to lift it.  Bending down, she got a 
good grip around it and gave it a heave.  She raised herself easily.  As a test, 
she pulled the safe up to her chest, moved her hands to the bottom, and pressed 
it overhead.  With a thump, the safe hit the ceiling and bits of plaster and 
debris fell all over her.  
	"Oops."  That had been tougher, she mused, but not more than she could 
handle.  She now was giddy with the realization of her incredible abilities.
	Getting more confident, she shifted the safe onto her right shoulder and 
removed her left hand.  Lifting it like a waiter lifts a tray, she watched her 
right biceps scream with the effort.  After a little while, her arm started to 
shake a little bit, so she grabbed the safe and eased it back to the floor, the 
door facing upwards.  
	Admiring her now pumped right arm, she felt a surge of excitement.  She 
could do virtually anything!  This stirred her passion once again, but she 
forced herself to keep her mind on the task at hand.  Got to learn the self-
control.  Otherwise all you'll do is play with yourself all day.  Which wasn't a 
bad thought, she decided, but there was too many experiences out there to throw 
away for these cheap thrills.  
	Seeing as it was the only solution left, she lifted her mighty leg up and 
sent it crashing down on the safe.  The door crunched inward, but didn't give 
way.  One more savage stomp did the trick, though, and she picked the smashed 
door up out of the safe and nodded in satisfaction.  
	"What the hell's going on in there?" Leigh heard someone yell.  It was the 
old redneck from down the hall, she realized with annoyance.  Her life may have 
changed forever, but some things stay the same.  The bastard was beating on the 
door like there was no tomorrow. 
	With a growl, Leigh stepped over the destroyed safe and headed towards the 
door with the firm intention of beating the living shit out of him.  
	Stopping abruptly, she thought about the implications of that.  Looking at 
the safe, she realized that she might end up killing the guy even if she tried 
to take it easy on him.  The thought was the first one she'd had since the 
transformation that made her feel genuinely uneasy.  As a matter of fact, it 
made her feel VERY uneasy.  She realized that she'd have to learn some kind 
self-discipline if she was going to enjoy the pleasures of being what she is in 
a world of weaker beings.  
	Meanwhile, the old man had been banging non-stop on the door, and the 
volume of his cries was increasing with every second.  
	In a flash of brilliance, she knew what she'd do.  He's a man, isn't he?
	Leigh opened the door about a foot wide while the man was in mid-yell and 
he froze with his fist in the air.  Behind the door, she was bent over and 
leaning down so that only her head was visible, and at a height that the average 
woman's head ought to be at.   
	"Hi there," she said and gave him a smile.  
	The man's demeanor changed in an instant.  For a moment, he was a tongue-
tied little teenager again in the presence of one of the senior cheerleaders.  
Leigh wanted to laugh out loud.  
	"Who-"
	"I'm really sorry about the noise, sir.  I'm trying to move some of my 
boyfriend's furniture around, but it's just all so heavy.  I accidentally tipped 
his file cabinet over."  She put on a worried face.  "Oh dear, he's gonna be 
sooo mad when he gets home."  
	The old man didn't know what to say.  "Well -- you should just wait until 
your boyfriend gets home, miss," he said lamely.  "Moving heavy furniture around 
is a man's job."
	"Yeah, you're right," Leigh said through clenched teeth that she tried to 
pass off as a smile.  "I'll do that."  There was a slight cracking sound in the 
door, but the guy didn't seem to notice.
	"Or if you really want to do it now, let me help you," he said and pushed 
on the door like he was about to come in.  It didn't budge.  
	"No, I think I'll just wait until he gets back," Leigh said, her jaw sore 
from smiling so hard at this dickhead.  
	"Suit yourself," said the old man and started walking away.  
	Leigh was so angry when she shut the door that she didn't realize what 
she'd been doing to the doorknob.  Looking down, she saw that while they were 
talking, she'd torn the knob and its plate halfway off the door.  The wood 
around it was all cracked and splintered.  
	Going back to the safe, her anger subsided.  How could she be in a bad 
mood on a day like this?  Picking up a sleeve full of cash, she slipped it into 
a jacket pocket.  
	It was time to go shopping.