Yasmin's Revenge
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Her name was Yasmin and she sold fish.

Every day, from early morning until afternoon, she worked at the fish-stand in
a supermarket, somewhere in Brisbane, Australia. She cut, filleted and weighed
the fish all day, handing it over to the people, smiling. Yasmin had to be
polite to the customers, which wasn't that hard because most of them were not
obnoxious. But sometimes, there were real idiots among them, who made her day
miserable. Yasmin had to be polite to those too, because she might get fired
if she answered them in kind. So she stayed nice.

While working, Yasmin was dressed in a dark blue overall with the drawing of a
winking and smiling fish on it (licking its lips as well), wore an equally
dark blue hat and transparent, thin plastic gloves. And a button saying "I
love to serve you".

Yasmin didn't love to serve them.

She hated her job.

The 25-year-old pretty blonde thought she looked dumb in the outfit.
Sometimes, before work, she would look at herself in the mirror, wearing her
outfit, and laugh. Laugh at her own reflection, laugh at the dark blue outfit,
with the name of the supermarket on it, just below the dumb drawing of the
smiling and winking and licking fish. And at the button saying "I love to
serve you".

Sometimes, she was ashamed of herself. She thought everybody would consider
her dumb because of her outfit. Dumb, because the only thing she could do was
selling fish.

But Yasmin wasn't dumb. She merely hadn't been interested in whatever
education after high school, and hence, went straight to work. Ending in the
supermarket. Selling fish.

But right now, she wasn't in the mood for laughing or being ashamed. She
wasn't even selling fish. As a matter of fact, Yasmin wasn't even in
Australia.

She was in Japan.

The reason was that her emotionally abusive boyfriend, the 26-year old
Michael, confessed that he had been seeing somebody else. Well, more than just
"seeing" actually.

After learning this, she felt this was the last straw and decided she had to
leave for a while. Although her job didn't pay well, Yasmin had saved money to
pay for a cheap flight to Japan, where she planned to stay for a week. Away
from everything. Away from Michael. Away from Australia. Away from the dark
blue outfit. And away from the fish.

Well, they eat a lot of fish in Japan, but at least Yasmin didn't have to sell
any.

Yasmin wandered through Tokyo for about three days, but she didn't find the
peace she sought. The city was full of colorful flashing lights and neon
lamps, advertising to enter all kinds of cheerful shops, bars, stores and
casino's, which wasn't something Yasmin could appreciate at the moment. She
wanted peace. Peace of mind, to make things clear for herself and digest her
breakup, rethink her life, her job and perhaps gain some wisdom. This couldn't
be found in this crowded metropolis, where every store seemed to radiate that
life was good and that one had to be cheerful and happy.

So after those three days, Yasmin decided to make a trip into the tranquil
interior of the country. With train and bus she ventured into the mountainous
area of inner Japan, and got off where she thought the landscape was desolated
and calm looking. Memorizing the place where the bus stop was, Yasmin walked
aimlessly into the mountains. Somewhere she might find a place, like she
sometimes saw on TV about the country, where monks sat meditating or nature
was rather untouched. There, she could find some rest and peace.

After an hour or so, she got the feeling she was near that place. Yasmin
didn't know where it came from, but she felt it was "right" as she walked
towards a small waterfall, splashing into a pond. There was no one else in the
area, and Yasmin sat down, staring into the water and let her thoughts wander.

She thought of Michael, and felt anger and humiliation boiling up. She thought
of her life as an employee in the supermarket, and felt embarrassment. And she
felt sadness, the sadness of a life wasted. She thought of the future, and
didn't know what to do with it.

Yasmin saw the sun glittering in the waters, heard the sound of the waterfall,
and wanted somehow to be blinded by the light and deafened by the sound. Never
to see or hear, to feel anything again. She dozed slowly off.

She was taken back to reality as the waters suddenly became wild.

Yasmin blinked at few times. Did her sad eyes deceive her? Was her mind making
this up? Or did the surroundings play tricks with her? No, it was no trick of
the light, nor a mirage or something like that. It was real. The water of the
pond swirled and twisted, as if a gigantic, invisible spoon was stirring it
vigorously. Then it splashed like a large boulder had been forcefully thrown
in it. Yasmin crawled back a little, more out of fear itself than fear of
getting wet.

What she saw next, however, made her freeze.

Out of the maelstrom a large creature emerged like a fish jumping out of the
water. It had a blue-green, scaly hide, a long tail like an ox, and a head
that was a mixture of a moose and a dragon. A moose, because on its head two
antler-like things protruded. And dragon-like as dragons were depicted on
drawings from the Far East.

The creature soared around 30 feet up in the air, made a somersault, and
hovered slowly towards Yasmin, while its mouth formed a grin.

Yasmin, eyes wide open, felt like she had been struck by a high-voltage zap.
She was so baffled, she couldn't move, and the creature drew closer, hovering
in the air.

But it didn't seem dangerous or hostile. Its eyes radiated cheerfulness, and
it smiled broadly. As it came close to Yasmin, it began to speak.

"Hi, beautiful," it said in English, with a voice that sounded neither male
nor female, or maybe both at once. "Why the long face? Life to good! Live it,
you only have one!" It made another somersault.

"Who... what... are you?" Yasmin croaked. She was so baffled she could hardly
speak.

"Me? I'm a Kirin. A good fortune spirit. This pond is my home."

"Are you a dragon?" Yasmin asked.

"Dragon? Ha, ha, ha!" the creature laughed, making an upward pile-driver
motion and two backward somersaults in the air, laughing loudly. "No, I'm a
Kirin. Kirins are Kirins. Dragons are dragons. The Chinese call us Qilin. But
you from the West, you know us as unicorns. But we are no unicorns. We are
Kirin. Kiii-riiiin...", it sang the last word and made a few more silly moves
in the air.

"This must be a hallucination," Yasmin thought. "I am so upset, I start
imagining things. Or I am getting mad. People who are under stress might see
weird things...".

The Kirin drew near her again. "Why the long face, girl? Come, dance with me!"
it sang.

"No," Yasmin said. "You are not real. I am getting mad. I am so upset I am
getting crazy...".

"No, I am real," the Kirin laughed. "As real as you. Why are you so upset?"

Yasmin sighted. She began telling her story, hesitating at first, but soon she
told everything. Probably the young woman thought the creature was just a
product of her fantasy, so why not tell it how miserable she felt? No one was
here anyway, to see and hear her talk to what was likely thin air to a
passer-by.

As she finished, the Kirin, who had been listening intensely, made another
somersault.

"Aaah, the girl has been cheated on! The girl is sad. And she hates her job!
But the girl is not mad. I can help to make you smile again! Yes, I will!
Because today is your lucky day, Yasmin-who-sells-fish! Good fortune!" it
exclaimed.

It made a face that looked like a mischievous grin.

"I'll give you power. So you can take revenge! Sweet revenge for Yasmin. I
will give Yasmin the power to grow! She will be like Godzilla! Huge Yasmin,
rampaging Yasmin! Yasmin will be selling whales as if they are tiny anchovies!
Yes? Maybe?" it sang.

The blonde pictured herself about 2,000 feet tall, stomping through Brisbane.
And Michael, nothing but a tiny speck between her fingers, completely at her
mercy. But no, that wasn't fun.

"Aaaah, no gigantic Yasmin. Then I can make you strong as supergirl, so you
can beat the bad guy to a pulp! And invulnerable! Would you like that?
Superyasmin?" the Kirin replied merrily after Yasmin had turned down that
offer and told it the reason why.

Yasmin thought for a moment, picturing herself flying through the air and
tearing an upset Michael to pieces. She wanted to be noted, because she had
always felt like a tiny, dispensable cog in a huge machine. It was time to
make a mark on the world. However, being so terribly strong wasn't what she
wanted either. She remembered the saying "with great power comes great
responsibility". Being like supergirl would mean people all the time harassing
her to take care of their problems. Yasmin didn't want that. But being
stronger than Michael, and also much stronger than anyone else in the world,
yes, that was a thought she liked. Not too strong, she was no superhero after
all, but having superior strength nonetheless.

"Yesssss....", the Kirin cried as Yasmin had told it this. "You will have it!
Watch!"

It dived into the water, and emerged again a few seconds later, a small vial
in its mouth. The Kirin dropped it before Yasmin on the ground.

"Drink! Drink and be merry! This will give you the strength you need! You can
get as strong as a dozen burly men after drinking! The gift from the Kirin!"

With that, the creature made a few more strange movements in the air and dived
in the water, not to emerge again.

Yasmin picked up the glass vial and looked at it. The liquid was plain, like
water, and the vial looked as ordinary as they come. Would she drink it?

"Not here," she thought. And somehow, it was all very weird. Yasmin stood up
and hurried back to the bus stop. She had to digest all this. In her hotel in
Tokyo.

It was already evening when the 25-year-old finally arrived at her hotel.
Outside, the streets were lit again by flashing neon lights, accompanied by
all kinds of music to convince people that inside the establishments life was
good. In her hotel room, Yasmin examined the vial. It was about as long as her
finger, 1 inch in diameter, and sealed with a simple cork.

She frowned. So drinking this was supposed to make her stronger? As strong, or
even stronger, than an elephant? Yasmin couldn't believe it. But then, who
could believe that a creature looking like a blue snake with a dragon's head
and two antlers had been talking to her, in modern-day English even, while
hovering in the air?

"I'll drink it tomorrow," she thought. Yasmin was tired and needed sleep. It
was all too much for one day.

Contrary to what she believed, Yasmin fell asleep quickly instead of lying
awake all night out of this experience.

Next morning, after her breakfast (hot rice and yes, fish), Yasmin looked at
the bottle again. What if it was poison? But then, what had life to offer her?
Her boyfriend was a cheater, her own life nothing but dull work, dressed like
a moron, in a supermarket located in a city she didn't really care about. Was
she supposed to do that, selling fish for the next 40 long years? Only to get
retirement money barely enough to live from?

"Damn you all," she said, opened the vial and drank its contest in one gulp.

The liquid was tasteless. Nor did it feel any different than water. It
probably was.

Yasmin waited for something to happen. A tingling feeling, some sudden
insight, instinctive knowledge she could grow muscles and strength... but
nothing happened.

"Yeah, right. Water. Probably a candid camera prank by some wacko Jappo, and
I'll be the next star of one of those zany TV-Shows they show here," she
thought.

She ditched the vial in a waste basket, and wanted to go for a walk, when she
thought to give it one last try. After all, did she not have to somehow want
to grow stronger? Wish it maybe?

"OK, give me the strength!" she softly said.

A warm feeling washed over her. Suddenly, Yasmin seemed to surge with power.
Her limbs began to swell, increasing mass and density. She saw with amazement
how her arms got thicker and more toned, veins gaining girth and her
muscle-mass increasing. Her sparse biceps grew, first to the size of an apple,
then to the size of a grapefruit, a handball, a volleyball. And counting!

RRRIIPPP! Yasmin saw her jeans tear, white fibers desperately trying to keep
the blue cloth together. But it was in vain, for the thin legs of the
fish-selling woman had already doubled in size and girth while their muscle
mass had increased exponentially, and kept growing. Her calves were now more
than twice the size of what her thighs had been, and those thighs were as
broad as tree-trunks now.

Yasmin's shoulders had blown themselves up as well, now rivalling bowling
balls, both in size and in hardness. Everywhere a human being had muscles,
those muscles increased. Yasmin also gained a few inches in height, now
standing a proud 6' 2". In the meantime her clothing, including her socks, had
torn and fallen off, for they were unable to envelop the hulking mass of
muscle that she was gaining.

Her bra had come off, not only because her pectoral muscles had increased, but
her breasts, a cup B, had inflated as well. Now two large mammaries the size
of basketballs and the shape of water droplets jutted proudly from her chest,
huge and firm, and defying gravity because her chest muscles could hold the
heavy boobs with ease. Nipples the size of strawberries pointed cheeky
forward.

The young woman looked in awe at her now naked body. Usually, she thought
female bodybuilders were not beautiful, but now that she saw herself being so
toned and bulging with strength, she changed that opinion on the spot. She was
beautiful! She was powerful! She was strong!

Looking around in her room, she saw a large iron chair, heavy no doubt. Yasmin
grabbed it with one hand and gave a shove. With no effort, she lifted the
chair over her head. Her eyes grew wide. A chair, made of cast iron, at least
weighing 25 lbs, lifted as if it was made of mere plastic! Slowly, Yasmin
loosed the fingers of her hand, one by one, until she held the piece of
furniture with nothing but her thumb and index finger.

"Wow," she muttered. Normally, she would have had trouble lifting it with both
arms, but now, she held the cumbersome chair aloft with two fingers, not even
feeling the slightest pull of gravity.

Dropping it, she looked at the bed. It was western style, and made of solid
wood. Yasmin grabbed two legs of the bed and raised her arms. Again she was
astonished. The massive bed came up like nothing! And not just the side she
held the legs of, no, the entire bed rose as if it was a thin wooden plate!
And again, she didn't sense the slightest strain on her arms!

"This... this is fantastic... awesome..." she thought. She went into the
bathroom and looked at her now enormous muscular frame in the mirror. She saw
a woman who had a body that would make even the legendary hero Hercules cry
with envy. Toned muscles everywhere, from her sculptured brick wall of an
abdomen to protruding glutes. She flexed her biceps and saw a bulge of
striated flesh rising, large as a basketball and hard as iron. She thought of
what she could do now. She thought of Michael. And a mischievous grin appeared
on her face.

It weren't the clothes she would usually buy, but the XXL T-shirt and similar
shorts, as well as the size 11 socks and slippers, were the cheapest she could
find on the web. Until they arrived at the hotel, Yasmin had borrowed a
bathrobe, for although her body was beautiful, she didn't want to walk around
naked. But now she proudly strode over the street, getting glimpses of small
(to her now) Japanese guys staring at her in awe and occasionally posing with
a few courageous ones who asked her for pictures. Proud with what she had
become, Yasmin happily obliged, even flexing for fun and letting the little
men caress her unyielding biceps in awe.

Although she could not read Japanese, Yasmin grasped that it was a sumo
wrestling school. She had been strolling for about twenty minutes now,
drinking in the city from her new height, when she saw the building and the
pictures of the colossal, fat Japanese wrestlers. Following a sudden whim,
Yasmin entered.

She soon stood in a small hall, where two huge, fat guys were slapping each
other's faces with their palms, trying to push the other backwards. The
smaller one tried to bring the larger sumo wrestler out of balance by suddenly
stepping aside, but took a severe slap to the head and stumbled backwards, out
of the ring. Match lost.

Yasmin smiled. She took off her slippers and T-shirt, revealing her enormous
breasts, and stepped into the ring. The remaining sumo wrestler stared
dumbfounded at her, then gazed inquiringly at a small man in the corner,
probably the trainer. Yasmin saw how two guys, not wrestlers themselves but
quite big fellas, entered the ring and said something to her in Japanese. They
obviously wanted her to leave, but Yasmin had other plans. She grabbed them by
the throat, each with one hand, and lifted them like rubber dolls.

She was not a violet woman, so Yasmin didn't want to hurt them. She therefore
carried them to a corner of the mat and dropped them there, though a bit more
firmly than she intended, for they both stumbled backwards. One of them fell
on his ass.

Turning, Yasmin eyed the sumo wrestler again. She didn't care about the sport,
but she had read somewhere that these guys were really strong. Smiling at the
man, whose weight she estimated around 400 lbs, she challenged him
non-verbally. But for some reason, he didn't come. With a mocking grin, she
approached him, and before he could react, she grabbed his belt and lifted him
up in the air.

With one hand!

The employees, teachers and other wrestlers gasped. This woman, large but not
huge, had just lifted a massive 400 lbs man in the air as if he was a balloon!
A woman! The usually squint eyes of the Japanese opened wide.

With a mere flick of her wrist, Yasmin sent the wrestler sailing through the
air, landing on a few chairs (with crushed under his weight).

"Anyone trying to wrestle me?" she asked loudly. Yasmin hoped they understood
English. A large man, also a wrestler and in the same weight category of the
first one, seemed to, or at least wanted to, teach her a lesson. He walked
into the ring, looking menacingly.

Grunting, he charged her. Yasmin found out that not only her strength, but
also her reflexes had increased, for she was quicker than this trained hulk.
She was able to grab both his wrists before he could react as he approached
her, and although his entire body mass had given his charge a huge momentum
that would have knocked down three football players with ease, Yasmin didn't
move one iota. The arms of the wrestler bent, he crashed with his huge, broad
torso into her boobs, and bounced back. Yasmin's massive breasts hadn't budged
even half an inch as the large fat sumo had smacked into them. So muscular and
firm they had become.

Yasmin, still holding the guy at his wrists, spun around, and soon the man was
lifted of his feet. Like she was playing merry-go-round with a child, Yasmin
made one pirouette after the other, while the large sumo wrestler could do
nothing but fly circles through the air. His menacing expression had changed
into one of astonishment. A woman! A woman was swinging him around like a
toddler! He couldn't believe it! And yet, he felt the air rush past him as
this occidental woman was tirelessly making spins, smiling broadly.

Yasmin didn't want to hurt him, so instead of letting him loose, she stopped
spinning and threw him out of the ring, in such a way he slid into a bunch of
startled onlookers. Like a bowling ball, the sumo flew into them, knocking
them over like kingpins.

"Anyone else?" she asked, hand on her massive hips and huge chest heaving. Her
call was answered as another sumo, judging from his size the "champion" of the
school, entered the ring. Yasmin hadn't seen him before, but she deduced
someone had called him after she had demonstrated her power.

The man was massive even for a sumo wrestler. His fat rolls quivered all over
his large, near-naked body, his enormous belly protruded so far outside to
rival Yasmin's tits, his arms were the girth of an elephant's leg and his legs
even broader than those of the fish-selling woman. This mountain of lard must
have at weighted least 600 lbs, if not more. He grunted something in Japanese.
Yasmin couldn't understand him, so she merely smiled and made a mocking
kissing gesture. She could see in his eyes he took it as an offence. Good.
That had been her aim.

Yasmin, still hands on her hips, let the guy charge her. He came running, bent
slightly forward, full force, like a raging bull. Yasmin made no attempt to
counter or defend herself. She wanted to test the limits of her strength, and
what better than have a sumo wrestler, and a large one at that, charge you? So
she waited for him to come, head first, and let him crash into her.

SMACK! Flesh clattered against flesh. The sumo wrestler had ran into Yasmin
with all his speed and strength, but he could just as well tried to have moved
Mt. Fuji. Yasmin only shook slightly as her vastly superior body took the
kinetic energy of the fat-mountain, who was stopped dead in his tracks.

As he came running towards Yasmin, his face had been level with her more than
ample chest. Now he plunged into those huge boobs, and his face got caught in
her deep cleavage. Her breasts were large enough to envelop his entire head,
which was big already, and only his traditional knot of hair was visible from
between Yasmin's tits.

"Ooohhh..." Yasmin said, feinting surprise. "Is that what you wanted? I
thought you were here to wrestle, not to cuddle my knockers... you Japanese
guys really have no couth at all...". Yasmin flexed her chest muscles,
trapping the face of the "champion" firmly in her ample cleavage. The Kirin's
potion hadn't only given her huge strength and muscles, but also the power to
control each and every one of them with ease, even more than a bodybuilding
pro.

She felt how the sumo tried to release himself from his tit-prison. But
despite all his strength, despite tensing all his muscles and even trying to
push her and her boobs away from him, he couldn't. Yasmin merely stood there,
hands still on her hips, showing the awestruck audience how superior she was.
Here, she held a large, fat, fully trained sumo-wrestler in check with nothing
but her boobs and pectoral muscles! She kept looking down at the dot of black
hair poking from between her cleavage, so she didn't see that five of the men
ogling her got erections, and soon dark strains formed on the part of their
pants covering their groins.

Yasmin let the over-matched man struggle for about a minute, then she decided
to put an end to this. She turned around, twisting her torso forcefully. The
600 lbs sumo came with her, unable to resist the huge mass of tit-flesh and
above all, strength of this unbelievable woman, who held him in an inescapable
vise with her two giant mammaries. Then she twisted her torso back again and
untensed her chest. As if bouncing off a trampoline, the sumo flew five feet
through the air, landed on the mat, and rolled of it. His face was a red as a
ripe tomato. It had been the ultimate demonstration of female power and
superiority. A woman subduing one of the strongest specimens of men with
nothing but her boobs.

The audience began applauding. Some of the men had pulled out their cellphones
and taken pictured of her defeating their pupils. Now it was Yasmin's turn to
be baffled. She had expected that the police would come, that more men would
rush her, not that the people would actually start clapping. She smiled,
raising a hand it victory gesture, and then flexed the arm. Her bulging bicep
was good for more pictures and gasps of astonishment from her audience.

Later, back in the hotel, Yasmin grinned as she rethought this adventure while
packing her suitcase. She was so strong, so powerful, so sexy. This guy
Michael was in for something!

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