Generation: Spinach II
By Dark Phoenix
Patty is a supersmart woman with a superstrong secret

Comments? Criticisms? - Email me after you've finished reading! Feedback is most appreciated: thedarkphoenix2008@yahoo.com

***DISCLAIMER***
This story is geared towards adults. If you are NOT into female muscle growth, superhuman strength, intense sexual themes, and violence, then this story is not for you. But if you ARE into those things, read on.

***NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR*** 
Here's the next chapter in the new Generation: Spinach series. This series features multiple characters who will each receive their own focus as they are established. I'm still not very good at several characters in one story, but as I get them all established and the plot moving along, their fates will eventually intertwine. In this story, the focus is on Patty, the third daughter of Heather, who is Popeye's sister. So that said, the saga continues!

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"But Patty, you should be proud to be invited to do modeling. Forget what others say, do you realize how much financial security there is in modeling?" came Heather's voice. She's currently on the phone with Patty, her third daughter.

Patty is now nineteen years old and studying biochemistry. Possessing the natural genetics of Popeye, she wishes to discover what it is about her and so few others that makes them so big and strong when they eat spinach. Patty has been determined to find the secret to her unique genetics and duplicate it in others. But she's trying to keep her project away from prying eyes out of fear people might think she's crazy. She has even gone so far as to keep it a secret from her family as well. People are glad to have such a hero in Popeye and many might consider this a dangerous path to follow, especially if any fruits of her labor were to fall into the wrong hands.

"I told you Mom, I'm not interested! I've got so much going on right here. If I start this modeling career, it will put a damper on my progress," Patty said from the other end.

Heather was understandably upset, but she also knew that Patty was grown up and there was little she could do to change her mind.

"Look sweetheart, I'm happy that you are so dedicated to your studies. But there is such a thing as too much studying. You need something to help you clear your mind and unwind. And besides, you're a beautiful young woman. You are the only one who doesn't have the forearms that the rest of our family has. You could go a long way in modeling," Heather pressed.

"Look Mom. You just don't get it. I'm on the biggest roll of my life here. I've got enough momentum to rocket me to the top of my class. I'm just afraid that if I do anything unrelated to my studies, it might hinder me and disrupt that momentum. I don't want to lose that. Please understand this Mom...please," Patty said firmly.

Heather sighed in disappointment. She knew she wasn't going to win this argument.

"Fine. I guess there's nothing I can do to change your mind. If it means that much to you, then go ahead. But please sweetheart, don't push yourself too hard. Allow yourself some time to unwind from your studies, even if it's just a little," Heather conceded.

Patty smiled, "I know Mom. And I do, just not on the level you're asking. Well hey, I got to go. Marcus is here to pick me up. I'll call you later."

"Alright. I love you," Heather said.

"I love you too," Patty answered.

"Bye," said Heather.

"Bye," said Patty.

Patty walked into the kitchen of her Aunt Lori's house and grabbed some slices of bread to make toast. She felt a tad bit guilty about that white lie, but she needed an excuse to get off the phone. But it is true that she's seeing Marcus, who is a weightlifter. Ever since Patty graduated Spinachville High School, she moved out of the house to live in Texas with Lori, her Dad Rick Popeye's sister, so that she could go to the University of Texas and take up studies in biochemistry and medical practice. It was not long after she began attending that she met Marcus, who is taking courses in biology and anatomy. On the side, Marcus is involved in weightlifting and as a result, has developed quite a muscular physique, thanks also in part to great genetics. And unlike most muscle guys, Marcus was humble and anything but a jock. His teammates try to get him to go along with their wild ways, but he prefers the serenity of outdoor activities, such as hiking. Some consider him to be something of a pacifist, but he has that fighting instinct if he or someone he cares about is provoked.

When he first laid eyes on Patty, it was love at first sight. Of all Heather's daughters Patty is thought to be the most attractive, and the most intelligent. She was considered among the gifted class in high school and graduated top of her class at the age of sixteen. Like her sister Shannon however, she has been forced to endure the hounding of one of Bluto's sons, Bomber, who also happened to be studying at U.T. And though he is as much a bully as his brothers, he has had something of a soft spot for Patty. He has even gone so far as to declare his love for her. But her feelings weren't mutual. Aside from what she learned of his father, she was turned off by his rather forceful advances. And even though he hasn't crossed the line with her yet, she keeps a can of spinach handy just in case things ever do get out of control.

Even though she is a Popeye through and through, she is the only one in her family who doesn't have the big forearms. Quite the contrary, she is very slender and extremely attractive. On top of that, she looks a lot like her mother did at her age, except that Patty uses just the right amount of makeup and lipstick when she goes out in public. It's no wonder her mom has been trying to coax her into taking up modeling. But in spite of all that, Patty simply takes pride in being a woman. And she wishes to prove that her smarts rival her beauty.

After the toast popped out, she took and spread butter on them. She was eager to dig in when a hand shot in from behind her and grabbed them.

"Hey!" she said with some annoyance.

Sitting down to the right of her at the table was Christina, Patty's cousin who was of course, Lori's daughter. They haven't seen much of each other while growing up due to how far apart they lived. But ever since Patty moved in with them, she has come to regard Christina as a fourth sister. They bonded well and behaved like they were sisters. Patty was happy to have someone she could regard as such who wasn't from her mom's side of the family. And even though they know of Heather and Popeye's lineage, it hasn't occurred to them that Patty too carries a can of spinach with her just in case.

"So what's on your mind?" Christina asked her.

Patty got up and put another two slices of bread in the toaster, "Oh it's nothing. Just college stuff."

Christina began chomping on the toast she had swiped. Like Patty, Christina is taking up biochemistry and medical practice. The only difference is their schedules. Christina prefers the morning classes while Patty favors the afternoon ones.

"It's Marcus, isn't it? Ever since he went on that trip to Penn State for that weightlifting exhibition, you've been looking down lately. Just cheer up! Now that I think about it, he should be back in today. I can think of any number of things we can do to pass the time," Christina offered.

But Patty just wasn't in the mood. "Thanks Christina, but I've got a big project going on in class and I really need to get a lot of work done on it."

Christina finished her toast, downed some milk, and grabbed her tote bag. "You think I don't know? Besides, we have time to get it done. Your loss I guess, but if you keep pining over him like that, you're going to look old!"

Patty playfully swiped at Christina, "Oh get out of here."

Christina giggled as she hugged her cousin and left. Patty got up to grab her toast, put some butter on it, and sat down with a glass of milk and ate. She did indeed have a lot on her mind. It wasn't a college project, but her spinach project. She was proud of her beauty and all the compliments she gets. But she's even more proud of her being her mom's daughter. Ever since she ate her first can of spinach, she reveled in the strength that filled her body. She was torn between choosing to work out and have a muscular body like her mother's or using her gifted intelligence to make a difference in the world. In the end, she opted for the latter. But then she thought, 'Why not do both?' Which is why she's trying to learn what it is about spinach that makes her family... well... temporarily superhuman. And it's not just that. Muscles really turn her on. It was one of the main reasons she fell head over heels for Marcus. And ever since Bomber learned of Patty's fascination for Marcus, he's been jealous. She'll never forget how it all started.

FLASHBACK

"Hey babe!" Bomber called out.

Patty was walking along and at first tried to pretend that he was calling some other "babe." That is until a hand appeared around her shoulder. She turned around to no surprise to see who it was.

"I was thinking we could go to a club together. I know this rockin' joint that we can tear it up at!" Bomber said in his typical Blutoish manner.

Patty was completely turned off by him. Despite what her mom told her about Bluto and his sons, she didn't want to immediately judge them and tried to be open to any possible meeting with any of them. It turns out her mom was right all along. Ever since she entered her second year and Bomber showed up at the university, he's been nothing but a headache when he found out who she was. Oh sure he was huge, and she did indeed take notice of that, but his manners were poor and she didn't appreciate being treated like a "broad" as he once put it. She threw his arm off her.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not interested?! You have terrible manners; your grades, to put as nicely as possible, suck; you don't even take your studies seriously; and you're a brute! The day I see you capable of being an elegant man is the day hell freezes over!" Patty said in disgust.

Another arm wrapped around her shoulder, only this time she didn't react the same way.

"I'm sorry hun, but is this man causing you trouble?" came Marcus's voice.

Patty blushed at his presence, but quickly regained her composure. Bomber was pissed when he saw him.

"What the fuck! Who's this asshole!?" Bomber asked furiously.

Marcus walked up to him until he was a mere two feet from him. He was clearly not happy with his insult.

"I'm Patty's boyfriend, and you are moments away from getting your ass kicked unless you turn around and walk away," Marcus said quietly, but threateningly.

Bomber was bewildered, but he didn't back down. In fact, he didn't even seem to register his threat and instead gestured at him while looking at Patty.

"What the hell does this little runt have that I don't?" Bomber asked her.

Patty didn't hesitate to lay it on him. "Oh I don't know, let me think. He treats me like a lady; he is actually in my galaxy as far as tastes go; he's smart; and unlike you, he's got a real bod."

Marcus went with the flow and pulled off his shirt, revealing a very toned physique. He had especially prominent abs, impressive pecs, and his biceps were eighteen inches around and quite vascular.

But Bomber didn't seem to care. "What? You think that's supposed to intimidate me? Don't let those muscles go to your head. I'm much stronger than you!" he said as he got in Marcus's face.

Patty's instincts told her that he wasn't bluffing. Marcus's muscles may be more defined, but from what she has learned, Bluto has always been a lot stronger than the average man and his sons were no different. She reached into her shirt and took hold of her can of spinach.

'I may have to take care of him myself,' she thought as she started to pull it out.

Suddenly, a voice called out, "Hey! What do you two think you're doing!"

All three of them turned around. It was one of the professors. Patty quickly let go of her concealed can.

"Hey, it's cool. It was just an argument. We weren't going to literally fight over it or anything!" Bomber said with an unconvincing innocence. Marcus just glared at him.

"Well regardless Bomber, you've been warned about that type of behavior before and you're pushing it as it is. If this keeps up, you'll face suspension. Now both of you break it up and go back to your business," the professor ordered.

Bomber started to walk away, but turned around to face Marcus, a look of jealousy all over him. "You lucked out this time. But the next time, I'll make sure you and my fists get properly acquainted," he said as he turned his gaze to Patty. "How's that for elegance, Patty?"

Patty said nothing as she turned around and walked away. Marcus followed suit as they headed back inside the building.

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Patty snapped out of it and returned to the present. She finished the last of her milk, got up, and went upstairs. She had an hour before she had to attend her classes. She had the house to herself since Aunt Lori was at work already. She lay down in her bed and pulled out her can of spinach. She had already studied its contents quite thoroughly, but could find nothing out of the ordinary. So why was it that when she ate it, her muscles became really big and really strong? The thought of it made her horny. She decided to lose her inhibitions for a bit and indulge. Patty took off all of her clothes. She wasn't above admiring her body when in private, and she took a long look at her slender and curvy body in the mirror. She had such a gorgeous figure. Her hair flowed like silk, her skin was just as smooth, and her breasts were a decent D cup and finely shaped to boot. To look at her, a typical person wouldn't even suspect that she was from the Popeye family.

She squeezed open the can, downed the spinach and tossed the empty can aside. She felt an enormous rush of strength pulsate from her core as she watched her body bulge with muscles all over. Her flat stomach was now sporting a hefty six-pack of abs; her already sexy legs became even sexier when her thighs expanded with teardrop shaped muscle covering them. Her calves grew to football size and her glutes became really hard. She then felt two massive surges shoot from her chest into her arms all the way to her forearms where they expanded into the familiar Popeye forearms the rest of her family has, and then rebounded til they reached her biceps. The surges made her flex biceps that swelled into mounds the size of bowling balls. A picture of a high-powered generator appeared in her oversized biceps. The strength that surged through her was enough to drive her wild. She stared longingly at her newly hulking physique and started posing in the mirror and looking at her huge biceps from every angle. She could see the vascularity in them. She has seen many heavyweight bodybuilders in video clips on YouTube, but they all paled in comparison to the size of her spinach-enhanced biceps. Just looking at them was really turning her on. She then flexed her thighs as they bulged with power. She had always attributed much of her sexiness to her legs, and seeing them like this made her vagina really wet.

She plopped down into her bed and started masturbating furiously as she watched all of her muscles bulge to unreal size all over. She was so turned on by her hulking body. She fingered her clit like it was an instrument. She started fantasizing about Marcus rubbing his muscular body against hers; while her muscles really turned her on, it was Marcus's body she wanted to feel. She was panting as her fingers moved in and out of her tight pussy with increasing speed. Her whole body buzzed with strength that it felt so good.

"Mmmm! Oh yeah! Oh Marcus you're so hot! I just love your sexy body!" she moaned out loud while playing out her fantasy in her head. When she had sex with him for the first time, she saw how really hung he was. She had always believed that guys with huge muscles had small dicks. Boy was she wrong. She experienced levels of pleasure no other guy could come close to giving her and she craved that sex often. She even went so far as to predict that she would marry than man. She would love to have his baby!

"OH YES!! OH YES!!! YES!! YES!! YEEESSSSS!!!!" Patty screamed as she had a spinach-enhanced orgasm and loads of love juices flowed from her pussy. The effects of the spinach wore off as she lay there with a smile on her face. She had thought of eating spinach before having sex with Marcus. But she was afraid he might not like her with muscles. Everything was so perfect between them and she didn't want to ruin it.

Before she knew it, it was time for her to head out. She quickly cleaned up her mess, put her clothes on, grabbed another can of spinach, and left. It was going to be a long day for her. Not only did she have to do a study on the endocrine system among several other things, but also another weightlifting competition was coming up and taking place here this time. And she had every intention of attending. Marcus was very strong and was among the top lifters in his class. Her only drawback is that Bomber is also in weightlifting. And though she refuses to openly admit it, he is stronger than Marcus. But what Bomber has in strength, he lacks in defined muscle. And Patty likes her muscles shaped and defined.

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Much of the day went without incident. Rumors were flying around that Bomber had gotten into trouble and wasn't going to be in the competition. Patty really didn't mind though. She just wanted to get through the day so she could be with Marcus again. He should be back by now. When she went on lunch, she walked outside to eat. To her delight, she saw a bus pull in and when the first of the students emerged, she knew it was the weightlifting group. She wanted to greet him right then and there, but she saw the coach herding them immediately into the building.

It was ok though. She knew he'd be back out shortly. And there was plenty of lunch time to go. As she took out her sandwich while watching them, a loud crash came from the parking lot, startling her. She quickly got up and ran to the source of the noise. As she reached the back of the lot, she saw that it was Bomber lifting the front end of a car and dropping it. Several other students also gathered to witness this spectacle. Patty was not in the mood for this and ran over to stop him. But when she got a look at the car, she saw that it was Marcus's. It was then that she got pissed.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Patty snapped.

Bomber turned to her as he lifted the front end up again, "I'm giving myself a workout and I wanted to thank Marcus for the use of his CAR!" he said as he dropped it deliberately again.

He was reveling in the damage he was causing to Marcus's car, "I bet your boyfriend can't lift this much!" Bomber exclaimed.

Patty grabbed his arm in an attempt to stop him, but Bomber threw her off, knocking her to the ground. "Don't try to stop me! I've had enough of trying to be nice to you! You want him so bad, then prepare to see what you're missing out on!"

Bomber started showing off his startling strength as he began pounding on Marcus's car with crushing blows. The hood was caved in so far that Bomber's fists began hitting the engine beneath. Bomber proceeded to rip the hood clean off its housings and started yanking out everything he could get his hands on.

Patty was pissed now. She got up and reached for her spinach again. She was going to show that he messed with the wrong person. But suddenly, someone bolted past her and went right at Bomber and connecting with a hard right. It was Marcus himself. Patty let go of her can and watched as Marcus started landing blow upon blow at him. It seemed like Bomber was caught too off guard to properly react at first. And with good reason; Marcus was livid. But his advantage didn't last long when Bomber began returning the blows. And much to her horror, Bomber was indeed a much heavier hitter and wasn't fazed much by Marcus's punches. Bomber landed a hard right of his own that sent Marcus crashing into a neighboring car. He pulled himself up and went back on the offensive. He wasn't out of this yet.

But Patty has seen enough. Marcus wasn't going to last much longer against Bomber and she had to act fast. But once again, before she could take action, several staff members and a security guard arrived on the scene and did their best to break it up. And while only two of them were needed to pry Marcus away, it took six to hold Bomber back. Patty ran up to Marcus to comfort him. But there was little she could do when the staff and guards started escorting both him and Bomber back to the building. This wasn't good; she knew they were both in serious trouble now. And what's more, she was afraid that even Marcus, with his spotless record, might be expelled from school. All she could do was follow.

She'd been waiting outside the dean's office for a while. Patty had precious minutes before she had to return to class and she really wanted to know what they were going to do with Marcus. She waited as patiently as possible. At last the doors opened as she saw Bomber being escorted out. Bomber caught her gaze and gave a very creepy look that seemed to say that this wasn't over. And finally, Marcus himself emerged.

Patty was all to eager to know what happened. First, she hugged him tight, which he hesitantly returned. He wasn't exactly in an affectionate mood.

"Marcus baby, are you alright? What's going to happen?" she asked eagerly.

Marcus was still visibly upset. She could tell he was in pain when she saw him clutching his waist. Part of his face was swollen also.

"Not here. Just go to class. We'll talk about it after you get off for the day," he replied.

"But..." Patty started to say.

"Just go!" Marcus said. It was clear that he was not in the mood right now.

Patty felt a bit upset by this, but forced herself to brush it off. Without another word, she left for her next class. Marcus went in the opposite direction.

* * *

The rest of Patty's day seemed an eternity. She actually managed to complete the college biology project and was working on her medical reports. In between classes, she tried to spot Marcus, but he was nowhere to be seen. She figured he may have gone to the police station to file a report.

Finally, her last class let out as she ran to her car and hurried straight to Marcus's house. Sure enough, he was home. She barely got to the front door when it opened. Clearly he was expecting her to show up.

"Come in," Marcus said simply.

They went into the living room and sat down. Marcus went into the kitchen to grab an ice pack and held it to his face. Patty felt bad for him. When Bomber nailed him in the face, she thought his head would get knocked off. She didn't want to believe it, but it was clear that while Marcus had the sexier body, Bomber was clearly stronger. Marcus walked over, leaned down, and kissed Patty on the lips. It really made her feel much better when he did this. Marcus sat down next to her on the couch.

"Look..." he said, then paused a moment to consider what to say.

Finally, he continued, "I'm sorry that I was rude to you earlier."

Patty put a hand to his cheek, "Hey, it's OK baby. I understood how you were feeling."

Marcus took her hand into his. "Yeah, that son of a bitch trashed my car. This feud has been going on for a while now. I think it was a mistake that he was even allowed to join the weightlifting team in the first place. I don't care how strong he may be!"

But Patty had a different question in mind, "I know, hun. What I really want to know..."

Marcus interrupted, clearly knowing her question. "Bomber only got suspended from college for a few days. The matter with the car is in my hands though. I'm going to make him buy me a new car one way or another."

Patty put her other hand on his. "And you?"

Marcus's expression turned somber. "Unfortunately, even though I had no previous violations on my record, they still had to suspend me for a few days as well."

Patty knew there was a 'but' coming and waited for it.

Marcus looked up at her. "But fortunately, I'll be back in time for the big weightlifting exhibition. I can't wait to see just how much I can lift. Of course, this means Bomber will be there as well. I realize I shouldn't have fought him. But understand, this has been building up for some time now. And when I heard the commotion in the parking lot and saw my car being vandalized, I lost control."

Nothing much else was said between the two. Patty got her answers, Marcus wasn't in the best of moods, and even that upcoming event just didn't seem as exciting. But Patty wanted to see him have a good time. She wanted his last contest for a while to be exceptional. Normally, she would get affectionate with him, but she knew that his heart just wasn't in it right now. She wanted to tell him about her secret with spinach, but she couldn't bring herself to do so.

* * *

Mid-quarter finals were upon her and she had spent the last few days since the parking lot incident studying and preparing. She was also spending a lot of time at home working on her private spinach project, but so far she hasn't made any progress. She had tried analyzing her own blood for discrepancies, but found nothing. As far as she could tell, her blood was no different from any other healthy person. But she wasn't ready to give up just yet.

Lori was eating her breakfast with Christina as Patty walked in. Christina seemed in a rush to finish her breakfast and wasn't in her usual joking mood. Patty noticed this and got curious.

"What's wrong?" Patty asked.

"Dmn grods! Mmn..." she tried saying while chewing her food, but held up a finger saying to give her a moment.

After she swallowed her food, she continued, "It's these damn grades! There's this one course that I'm having serious difficulty in."

Patty had a pretty good idea which one she was referring to. "You mean Genetics?"

Christina looked a bit embarrassed. "Yeah, that's the one. Why, you having problems too?"

"Well, er..." Patty tried to suppress a grin.

Christina glared at her. "You suck, you know that?"

Lori finally interjected as she addressed Christina. "Well sweetheart, why not work with Patty on it?"

Christina reacted as if she were asking a ridiculous question. "Mom, have you seen our schedules? It's really hard for us to be able to work on our courses together. By the time she gets home, I'm ready to go to bed!"

"Hey hey, it was just an idea. Besides, you're both at college during the middle of the day, aren't you?" Lori asked.

Christina wolfed down the last of her breakfast, which Patty took as a cue to answer herself. "It's hard even then. Their times are really weird. Probably the only time everyone is not in class is when they are out for lunch or dinner. Besides, I can always give her a copy of my notes."

Patty ran upstairs and grabbed her Genetics notes, came back down, and gave them to her. Christina wasn't accustomed to being bailed out like this. But given the nature of the profession she was learning about, she needed to learn as much as she could if she hoped to earn her degree.

"Thanks," Christina said simply.

Patty knew that Christina wasn't on par with her intelligence, but tried not to make that obvious. Christina got up and put on her backpack.

"Well, I gotta go! Bye Mom! Bye Patty!" Christina said as she hugged them both.

The remainder of breakfast was quiet. Patty went upstairs and took another shot at her spinach project. She decided to perform tests on it and see what happened when the nutrients mixed with her blood. She was starting to feel a bit silly doing this. As she predicted, nothing happened. She couldn't figure it out.

* * *

Patty managed to get through her midquarter finals with little difficulty. As difficult as her Genetics test was, she was really hoping that Christina would make it through it as well. But she now had other things on her mind, and it was all related to the big exhibition. When her classes were over, she was off to see the event. On her way there, she ran into Marcus. He certainly seemed in better spirits when he hugged her close and then kissed her.

"I'm glad you're here! I really want to make an enduring impression. Since I'll be going up against my fellow lifters this time, it's going to be fierce. As for Bomber...," Marcus said, but hesitated, unsure what to say next.

Patty held him close. "You'll do great no matter what. Just show them what you're made of."

Patty watched as Marcus ran off to get ready. She went to the stands and saw how packed they were. She was personally glad this was taking place here and not out of town. She took a seat and watched as all of the weightlifting team stepped out onto the floor.

The official stepped into the middle of the floor and grabbed the mic, "Alright! Here we go! We're going to see just who the strongest man in the school really is! The method will be overhead presses. The rules are simple, everyone has drawn numbers and whoever drew number one will set the first limit. Once his limit is reached, then the next person up must top that limit and establish a new one. The process will repeat until everyone has gone. Naturally, the one with the heaviest lift wins. Up first is Frank Sanders, who is going to attempt to lift one hundred pounds!"

Bomber, who was standing on the sidelines chuckled. "Heh, one hundred is sissy weight. I could lift that with one finger."

Marcus, who was a few feet away from him, was watching silently. He knew that he was stronger than most of the others. He was even the most muscular, even more than Bomber. But it was Bomber he wanted to beat. He knew that if he beat him at his own game, he would deal some serious damage to his ego and maybe even humble him some. He trained really hard for this and wasn't going to lose easily.

Frank lifted the hundred pounds easily. The crowd gave a mild applause as he took a moment to recoup as the weight was increased. This went on until he finally reached his limit of two hundred and fifty pounds.

Bomber gave a rather rough pat on the back of one of his teammates. "Ha! And he's considered the weakest of us!"

The official returned to the mic. "Next up is John McGinnis!"

John took the two hundred and fifty pound barbell and with some effort, managed to lift it over his head. He eventually set the new limit at three hundred and seventy-five pounds.

Patty watched and waited in anticipation. She was really hoping that Marcus would get his shot before Bomber did.

Next up was Gary Cornell. He tried to beat the three hundred and seventy-five pounds, but failed. This went on for another three team members, who all failed. The official took the mic, looked at the name, and spoke: "The next person up is...Bomber."

Patty's was none too thrilled to hear this. She knew that Marcus would be really hard-pressed to beat whatever record he set. It's not that she doesn't have faith in Marcus. But she knows the history of the Bluto clan and it's not pretty.

Bomber got up and ripped the mic from the official's hands. "Actually, I'll pass on this turn! I want to see the runt, Marcus go first!"

Marcus's eyes met Bombers. He knew what Bomber was up to, and if it came down to it, he would do everything he could to shatter that ego of his.

Bomber tossed the mic back at the official, who fumbled with it, causing his glasses to come halfway off his face. He was none too pleased with Bomber's attitude, but there was little he could do. He glared at him a moment as Bomber returned to the sidelines.

"The next person up is Chris Rogers," the official said.

Chris was actually quite muscular and very strong. Marcus had even trained with him a lot and was even friends with him. He knew that if anyone can top three hundred and seventy-five, it was him. Chris grabbed the barbell and lifted. Everyone cheered as he set it down and went into a short pose for the crowd. Even Patty blushed a bit. But it only served to excite her even more for when Marcus got his turn.

Chris directed how much weight he wanted to have added. The rule was it had to be in twenty-five pound increments. He came wanting to stand out from the others. He pulled a daring move by having the weight set at five hundred pounds. Everyone thought he was crazy. Even Bomber was curious to see how this one played out.

Chris did some stretches and cracked his knuckles. Once he was good and ready, he squatted down and took hold of the bar. After a couple moments, he pulled it up and heaved it to chest level and placed it up across his shoulders, the strain quite apparent on his face. After another few seconds, his arms shook as he managed to press it over his head. The crowd let out a wild cheer at this feat. Even Patty applauded. But it wasn't over. Chris had to up the ante. She figured he would only add another twenty-five pounds. Chris once again shocked everyone by adding another fifty!

Marcus started to panic. He knew Chris well and five hundred alone was pushing his limits. But to add another fifty?!

"No Chris! Don't! You know that's too much, remember?" Marcus tried to reason.

But Chris was in this to win and not even Marcus would tell him otherwise. He glared at Marcus with a look that showed he meant business.

"Shut up! I can do this!" Chris yelled.

The crowd was all but silent. Chris did a few more stretches to clear out the tension from the last lift. Finally, he bent down and grabbed the bar. He started to lift it, to everyone's surprise. He had it at waist level; all he had to do was get it up to his shoulders and he could do this. But he couldn't get it any higher. He strained with all his might, but the weight was just too much. He was finally forced to drop it. He collapsed to the floor. He clutched his back in pain.

"Chris, no!" Marcus yelled as he ran out to help him. But Chris shrugged him off.

"No Marcus, I can get up under my own power," Chris said as he slowly pulled himself to his feet. And all the while he held his back, as he did his best to endure the pain he was feeling. He knew that his back had given out on him. As he walked away to the medics who awaited him on the sidelines, the crowd cheered for him, all but Bomber.

"Hahaha! He got in way over his head! And look what it cost him! I think once I destroy this little game, I'll send him a picture of my victory," Bomber said through sneers.

Marcus overheard this and was furious. He wanted to put Bomber in his place, but there was too much at stake. After a few minutes, the crowd finally calmed down. The official took the mic.

"That was a great show of strength, but this isn't over yet. Before I call on the next person, if any of you don't feel you can lift five hundred pounds, I strongly urge you to forfeit. You have my assurances that there is no shame in doing so and it's for your own safety.

Only five guys remained at this point. After a minute, three of them finally stepped back from the lineup. This left only two: Marcus and Bomber.

Patty put a hand to her chest as she saw the determination in Marcus's eyes. The official took the mic once again.

"Well then! It's down to Marcus Turner and Bomber! And as they are the remaining two, the rules are now a little different. This time, both lifters will take turns until one can't go on any longer," the official said.

Bomber gestured at Marcus. "Let him go; I want to see what his limit is so I can crush it!"

Marcus didn't have much choice. He walked on to the floor and looked down at the 500 pound barbell before him. He then smiled and pulled off his shirt and tossed it away, revealing his very muscular physique. The crowd erupted at this, especially the women. But it was Patty who enjoyed this display the most. She could tell he was training hard for this.

Marcus bent down and grabbed the barbell. With a grunt, he hoisted it up to waist level. All of the muscles in his body tensed heavily. He turned on the power as he managed to get it up to across his shoulders, and then finally, over his head. He set it down and spotted Patty in the crowd. He flexed his left arm exposing an eighteen-inch bicep peak and blew her a kiss. Patty blushed as she blew one back. His achievement was short-lived though as Bomber shoved him to the floor.

"Outta the way squirt! Time to show you just what a man really is!" Bomber yelled.

The crowd booed loudly as Marcus got back up. He was pissed, but was restrained by two of his other teammates. Bomber sneered at him and began adding weight to the bar. He kept on adding more and more until the official checked the final setting and gasped in shock.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this guy is crazy! He set the weight at...one thousand pounds!! That's nearly twice the weight it was before! Bomber, please reconsider this! You could cause serious harm to yourself!" the official pleaded.

"Back off!" Bomber threatened as he started to advance on the official, who quickly back away. Bomber turned to crowd and ripped his own shirt off, exposing his hulking frame. He flexed a gigantic bicep that was as big as a bowling ball. He slapped it hard as he glanced around at the audience.

"Now that, everyone, is a muscle!" Bomber shouted.

The crowd again booed him as he just ignored it. He turned to the barbell that lay before him and grabbed it. With a good deal of effort, he managed to get it up to his waist, up to his shoulders, and then with a grunt, above his head. This truly surprised everyone, especially Marcus. He wanted to show him up so badly, but he knew that he would be surely injured if he attempted to lift something that heavy. As humiliated as he felt, he would bow out graciously.

Marcus turned to Bomber with a forced look of dignity, "I guess this means I..."

"Now it's your turn loser!" Bomber interrupted as he tossed the thousand-pound weight to Marcus. But the shock of having the heavy weight thrown at him knocked him backwards and the big barbell landed on his midsection hard.

The whole crowd gasped. Patty shot to her feet, "Oh no! Marcus!"

The official attempted to restrain Bomber, but he just threw him to the floor. "Outta my way! Now that I have him down, it's time I give him back to Patty up there the way he should be: a mangled mess of a loser!"

Bomber reached down and grabbed the barbell again and lifted it up over his head. Patty saw what he was going to do and knew that Marcus could be killed by that much force. She reached for her can of spinach and squeezed it open.

"That's all I can stands! I can't stands no more!" she said as downed the spinach.

The power shot down her body and sprang back up into her arms, causing her forearms to swell to Popeye size as she flexed biceps that bulged bigger than her head. An image of a mushroom cloud with the words "50 megatons" appeared. Patty felt her strength explode within her. She dashed to the floor and ran up behind Bomber as he was about to drop the barbell.

"Hey Bomber!" Patty said from behind him.

Bomber paused, but couldn't move due to the effort he was still putting into holding the barbell over his head. Patty grabbed him by his hips and lifted him straight up, barbell and all! Bomber lost his grip on it as it fell from his hands. But Patty released a hand, with the other holding onto Bomber's pants, and caught the thousand pound weight with one hand and set it down.

"You've gone too far Bomber! Now I'll show you just what strength really is!" Patty said as she punched Bomber, sending him flying into the backboard of one of the basketball hoops, where he bounced off and fell to the floor. Bomber got up and shook off the disorientation as he ran over to the weight rack, grabbed the weights, and threw them in rapid-fire succession at Patty. She grabbed an empty barbell and with expert skill and caught them all on both sides equally until Bomber threw them all. Patty smirked as she started pumping it like a dumbell using one hand. The onlookers were stunned beyond belief. The bar was completely maxed out! The official managed to calculate how much weight was on it and grabbed the mic.

"This is unreal everyone! That's...that's two thousand pounds!! And this woman doesn't even seem to be breaking a sweat!!" the official said in disbelief.

Patty had lost herself in her spinach-enhanced strength as she ripped off her shirt. Marcus had barely managed to get the barbell that was thrown at him off of him as he got a look at what was happening. He clutched his waist in pain, but was able to get up on his knees. There before him stood what could only be described as a muscle goddess! But it was Patty! There was no way! Clad only in her panties and bra, which was near its tearing point, she had muscles on top of muscles! She continued pumping the two thousand pound barbell while alternating between her left and right hand. She turned to face the other side of the auditorium and saw to her delight that Marcus was OK. Upon knowing this, she fell even deeper into her lust for her superhuman might. She licked her lips as she sat the barbell down and began to flex her muscles. Her body was sooo muscular that it made Marcus's seemed puny. She flexed her abs and they swelled to the size of bricks. She flexed her thighs and they swelled to the size of tree trunks. She lifted a leg to show off one of her calves as they bulged to the size of a football. Finally, she flexed her favorite muscles as her biceps swelled into the size of small boulders!

Marcus should have been even more humiliated by his girlfriend making sport of Bomber after he himself got destroyed by him. But instead, he was feeling rather turned on by the sight. That was when it hit him! She did mention the legendary Popeye being her uncle at one time. But she seemed to regret mentioning it, and never mentioned it again. Even he didn't give it another thought. But to see her with muscles like these...she was clearly from the Popeye family.

Bomber was flabbergasted to see Patty holding that much weight. He began to feel afraid of what she was capable of. But he wasn't going to let her show him up. He grabbed another empty barbell and swung it with all his might down on her. He connected, but Patty didn't budge an inch. When Bomber pulled the bar away, it was mangled into the shape of Patty's head. He saw the shape of a tongue sticking out in it as well. He dropped the bar and swung his fist at her abs, but it bounced off it like it was steel. She had enough of him and reared back and delivered a punch that sent him flying through the window near the ceiling and out of the building. Most of the crowd got up and ran outside to see what happened to him. Patty ran over to Marcus to check on him.

"Are you alright baby!?" Patty asked.

Marcus sat up and clutched his midsection. "I think I'll be ok. I don't think anything is broken."

He looked up at her and grinned. "Besides, I'm made of tougher stuff than that!"

Their moment was interrupted by laughter coming from outside. Patty helped Marcus to his feet as they went outside. It had gotten dark out, but the night lights were on. And there, hanging unconscious by his underwear on the top of the flagpole, was Bomber.

* * *

That evening at Marcus's house, Patty explained it all to him. She told him about her relation to Popeye and how spinach and muscles ran in her family. At first, he was a bit upset that she hadn't told him sooner, but he came around and understood her situation; it wasn't something she wanted to announce to everyone she saw.

"So tell me Marcus, do you like muscles on a woman?" Patty asked.

Marcus blushed. Turns out, It was something of a secret fantasy for him that he never really imagined could come true. And if it were any other woman under any different circumstances, he would probably be put off be a woman more muscular than him. But for Patty to be the daughter of Popeye's sister, and one whom she describes as having a buff physique all the time, it turned him on to know that his girlfriend eats spinach like Popeye and grows really strong like him.

"You have no idea how much it turns me on, sexy." Marcus said.

This time, Patty blushed. She was feeling really horny and saw her chance. She reached into Marcus's pants and grabbed his penis.

"I'll tell you what I'd like, lover..." Patty cooed.

Marcus in turn reached into Patty's panties and stuck two fingers into her cunt, "The same thing I like."

Patty and Marcus spent the rest of the evening making mad passionate love to each other. Patty still had her spinach-enhanced strength and her muscles were bulging like smooth rocks. She proceeded to flex her biceps and let Marcus feel her rockhard body all over. Marcus was especially aroused when he felt how hard her huge biceps were. He went to put his cock into her, but she stopped him.

"Wait baby, let Patty handle this." Patty said as she took his cock and thrust it inside her. She proceeded to give him the most erotic muscle sex he had ever imagined. The entire bed was rocking back and forth as she powered up and down on his stiff member. All Marcus could focus on was her sexy muscles and her incredible strength. He was feeling himself coming close to an orgasm. Patty was also nearing one as she picked up the pace. She was moving with such ferocity that the bed started crashing repeatedly against the wall.

"Oh god! Yes!! Oh yes!! YES!!! YES!!! OHHH OHHH!!! AHHHH!!!" Patty and Marcus both screamed intermittently as they climaxed together. It was at that moment that Patty's strength wore off. They laid there as happy as can be. She was so glad that Marcus liked her with muscles, and even without the muscles. She wanted to feel sexy just for him.

It was getting late and Patty had to get home. After cleaning up, Patty and Marcus made out for a few more minutes. At last, she got up to leave. She turned to look back at Marcus, who stood in the doorway.

"I love you Patty," Marcus said.

Patty was all smiles. "And I love you, my sexy hot-bod Marcus."

Marcus blushed when she said that. It was nice that, even though she could have bigger muscles than him, she still desired his.

As Patty headed home, she wondered what would happen next. Bomber would no doubt cause more trouble in the future. But she would be ready for him too. Only time would tell.

THE END

EPILOGUE

When Patty finally returned home, everyone else was already in bed. But she wanted to find out once and for all just what it was that made spinach affect her and her family. She had an idea and took another can of spinach and ate it. Only this time, the power went to her brain, as an image of a huge mainframe supercomputer appeared in her head. She then went through a blinding series of tests and experiments! Back and forth she went at high speed until...

CRASH!!!

"What the?" Patty said.

Patty looked up and...

"Who are you?" Patty asked.

There was only silence.

"Can you hear me?" Patty asked.

"Now can you um, hear me? I guess me talking doesn't work, so I'm typing." Dark Phoenix said.

"Yes, now I can hear you. What just happened?" Patty asked.

"Well, um, it looks like you broke the fourth wall somehow," Dark Phoenix said.

"What do you mean, break the fourth wall?" Patty asked.

Dark Phoenix thought a moment. "Well, that's when you realize you're in a story and... but that's not possible, even with your spinach."

Patty flexed a really large bicep. "Yeah, well, I'm not only strong physically, but mentally too. Seems the spinach made me smart enough to break through this fourth wall of yours."

"That explains the "crash" sound. Since we are able to communicate, I just wanted to confess that I love muscular women, and baby you fill the bill!" Dark Phoenix said with excitement.

"Right. Well if what you say is true, and I'm just a figment of your imagination in a story, then you must be the Author. Then you should already know that I am seeing Marcus," Patty said.

"Unbelievable! Rejected by, as you put it, a figment of my own imagination! But I could always make you want me," Dark Phoenix threatened.

Patty sighed, "Well I guess even as strong as I am, I can't exactly come out of here and do anything about it. So tell me,  Dark Phoenix is it? What is your real name anyway?"

A bit of a pause as he finally answers, "My name is Kevin."

"And your last name?" Patty pressed.

"That's none of your business," Kevin said.

Patty crossed her arms, "Oh fine!"

Patty's eyes lit up with excitement, "I get it now! Now I understand what it is about spinach that only makes me and my family so big and strong! It's because of you Authors! You're the ones who give us such amazing physiques! And I must say, I really like the feeling of being so strong!"

Kevin smiled, "I'm glad you're happy with it. I know I am!"

Patty looked at him funny. "You're such a pervert! But I like you anyway!"

"Oh thanks!" Kevin said.

Patty looked around and realized she could see other faces, "Um, Kevin. I can see other faces out there. It's like they're in another place but, at the same time, it's like they are all there with you."

Kevin looked around, but saw no one. Then he realized something. "Oh, I think you're talking about the readers, aren't you? They too can see you in their minds and, no doubt, they like what they see."

Patty looked out at them. "Can they hear me?"

"Yes they can, but you won't be able to hear them. Just say whatever you want to say and they'll hear you. But once you're though, I must repair the fourth wall and wipe your memories of this encounter," Kevin told her.

Patty took off all her clothes, exposing her rock-hard muscles and her enormous breasts. "Oh well, I guess I should make this count. Well then, I just wanted to say that aside from Marcus, I think you're all really sexy and I find it rather arousing to have all of you guys and even you girls watching me like this! There's something about being desired by so many people that just makes me hot and horny!"

Patty started flexing all of her muscles and began to flex her sculpted peaks for you.

She is staring out of the story right into your eyes as she starts cooing into your ear: "So tell me sexy, am I hot enough for you? Do these muscles turn you on? Wouldn't it be really nice if you could feel just how hard these pythons really are. I bet you can't even make a dent in them. Perhaps someday, in another reality with different names, we could meet face to face so you and I can become lovers!"