Big Ethel Gets Bigger
by Femgrowth, femgrowth@yahoo.com
How Dilton's muscle growth serum transformed Riverdale High.


 WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. OVER 18 ONLY!!!

Archie and Jughead were heading down to the cafeteria. "I wonder 
what Miss Beazley has prepared for us today," Jughead said, 
smacking his lips. Despite being as skinny as a rail, Jughead ate 
copious amounts of food. He always wore the same sweatshirt, and 
a funny little hat he had made himself. His real name was 
Forsythe P. Jones, but no one called him that.

"I don't know," Archie said, "but it can't be any worse than that 
slop we got yesterday. That was awful!"  Archie Andrews was a 
red-headed freckled kid who was inexplicably popular with the 
girls. All-around nice guy, a little bit obsessed with the 
opposite sex.

Jughead's eyes almost opened wide with surprise. "You didn't like 
it? It was great! Especially that gray mushy stuff." 

Archie made a face. "Jughead, you've heard of abs of steel? Well, 
you've got guts of steel!"

They passed by the chemistry lab. Through the open door they saw 
Dilton Doily working on an elaborate array of glass tubing, 
beakers and flasks. Liquids of various colors were bubbling 
through it, fizzing violently as the combined in chemical 
reactions. Dilton was a short, bespectacled dark-haired boy who 
was the most intelligent student at Riverdale High.

Archie said, "Wait, Jug, I want to say hi to Dilton." 

"OK, but not too long. I'm starving," Jughead said as he patted 
his stomach.

"Hi, Dilton. What's up?" 

Dilton looked up from his work. "Oh. hi, Archie. I'm just 
finishing my chemistry project." 

"Really? But it's only due in six weeks!" 

"I thought I was going to have trouble with the volatility of the 
formula. but I ended up solving the problem earlier than I 
expected." 

Archie's curiosity was piqued. "What is it? Some kind of rocket 
fuel?"

"Actually, it's a serum to accelerate the metabolism of muscle 
cells thereby inducing a more rapid rate of growth."

"You lost me there, Dilton. Say again?"

"It's a bit technical to explain..."

Jughead interrupted. "Arch? If we don't mosey down to the 
cafeteria pronto, all the good stuff will be gone!"

"I'm right behind you, Jughead. I gotta go, Dilton. See you 
later."

Dilton went back to work.

"Sorry for rushing you, Archie, but I get cranky when I'm 
hungry." Just then the pair passed Big Ethel in the hallway. Big 
Ethel was a tall, plain girl who harbored a not-so-secret 
admiration for Jughead. She was quite infatuated with him, 
despite his avowed dislike of the female gender in general, and 
Big Ethel in particular.

"Hi, Juggie," she said with a love-struck sigh. "I've been 
meaning to ask you, would you like to go to the dance with me on 
Friday night?"

"No, Ethel," Jughead replied in an annoyed tone of voice, "I 
wouldn't. I don't like dancing, I don't like girls, and I don't 
like you. Now let me go have lunch, OK?"

Archie noticed the tears forming in Big Ethel's eyes as she 
walked away.

The two boys finally got their "food" and sat down. As they began 
eating, Archie asked, "Jug, don't you feel you've been a little 
too harsh on poor Big Ethel? After all, it was nice of her to 
invite you to the dance."

Jughead looked up from his plate of slop. "Archie, how would you 
like it if a girl like Big Ethel was constantly following you 
around like a lovesick puppy? I just wish she would find somebody 
else to worship. You know me, I don't care for girls. They're a 
royal pain in the neck."

Archie's opinion of the opposite sex was entirely different. He 
had several girlfriends, chief among whom were Veronica Lodge and 
Betty Cooper. However, he could see Jughead's point about being 
the object of Big Ethel's affections. Big Ethel was nice enough, 
but she was no beauty. She had buckteeth, no figure to speak of, 
and an unattractive hairstyle. The only thing she had going for 
her physically was her height. She was nearly six feet tall. But 
at 105 pounds, her height accentuated her emaciated look. She was 
not Archie's type. Archie was a sucker for beautiful girls, and 
he loved Veronica, the raven-haired, rich beauty queen, even when 
she treated him badly. Big Ethel was not only plain, but she 
lacked self-confidence and fashion sense, and that made her even 
more unattractive.

Big Ethel was sobbing by the time she got to the chemistry lab. 
Her eyes full of tears, she thought the room was empty when she 
ducked into it in order to have a good cry. She was startled to 
see Dilton there, who was still distilling the serum he was 
working on.

Dilton was concerned when he saw her cry. "Big Ethel, what's 
wrong?"

"Oh, it's that Jughead. Why is he always so mean to me?" she 
sobbed. 

"Big Ethel, you know that Jughead is a notorious misogynist. What 
did he say to you to make you so sad?"

"He won't go to the dance with me...(sob)" Big Ethel resumed 
crying.

"There, there." Dilton gave her a handkerchief so she could wipe 
her eyes. "Maybe I can help."

"You would... you would go to the dance with me?" Big Ethel said 
in a hopeful tone.

"N-No," Dilton blushed. He wasn't much for dating himself. He was 
the class "Brain" and preferred spending Friday nights reading 
books on biochemistry than dancing or partying. "What I had in 
mind is a serum that could make you more, er, shall we say, 
attractive to men. I've just completed it. Would you like to be 
my first test subject?"

"What does this serum do?" she asked doubtfully.

"It increases the subject's muscle mass. I couldn't help noticing 
that you are one of the, er, slimmest students at Riverdale High 
and I'd like to see what effect the serum would have on you."

"How much muscle mass? I don't want to look like one of those 
lady weightlifters."

"I'll try to adjust the dosage so that it merely gives you a fit, 
curvy, athletic body."

"I would do anything to have guys notice me! Let me have it!"

Dilton filled a hypodermic syringe with the pink fluid. Big Ethel 
rolled up her sleeve and winced with a twinge of pain as Dilton 
injected her in the shoulder with the serum. Her arm immediately 
began to grow... and grow... and GROW! Even Dilton was surprised 
by the effect his serum was having. Rather than seeing her entire 
body grow some muscle mass, only her left arm was being 
transformed. It grew far more muscular than he had intended. It 
became as big as a pro bodybuilder's. At first neither of them 
could say a word because of the shock.

Ethel flexed her newly powerful arm. Her bicep was a 17" mass of 
throbbing veins and bulging muscle. She looked from her 
spectacularly muscular left arm to her scrawny right, and gasped. 
Dilton fumbled for an apology. "I'm sorry, Big Ethel... I didn't 
know that the formula would..." Ethel smiled a wicked smile. She 
brought her powerful left arm down on a thick oak desk, and 
demolished it with one blow. Dilton was suddenly afraid of what 
she might do if she tried that on his head. "I'll find an 
antidote, I promise!" he said.

Big Ethel looked at her arm again. "More." is all she said.

"M-more?" Dilton repeated.

"Yes. More. Do my right arm now." With her muscular arm she 
ripped the sleeve off the bony one, offering her shoulder for 
another injection.

Dilton agreed, since this at least would make her symmetrical. 
But he was a little wary of giving so much power to a girl. He 
witnessed how strong she was with only one muscular arm. With two 
of these, she would be invincible. So it was with a heavy heart 
that he injected her again, this time in the right shoulder.

Now Big Ethel looked incredible. Her body was still scrawny, 
except for the two most muscular arms that Dilton had ever seen 
on a girl... or on anyone, as a matter of fact. Even Big Moose, 
the school's brawniest jock, didn't have such biceps. Dilton was 
shocked by what Big Ethel did next. She hiked up her skirt and 
asked him to inject her in the thighs and calves. At this point 
Dilton felt that he could no longer refuse, despite his 
reservations about the formula. As he drew close to inject 
another dose in her legs, Dilton couldn't help noticing the 
crotch of Big Ethel's white panties. It embarrassed him deeply, 
and he flushed a deep red. All the more so because of the 
noticeable wetness and odor emanating from there. Ethel's legs 
grew with shapely muscle all over. Her thighs developed appealing 
striations and a teardrop shape above the knee. Her calves grew 
wide and full, with the diamond shape characteristic of 
bodybuilders.

Big Ethel now undid the buttons of her blouse, revealing her 
sunken chest. Dilton could see her ribs poking out. "Now my chest 
muscles," she said. She seemed oblivious at Dilton's 
embarrassment at the sight of her 32A cup bra. Dilton injected a 
small dose in both the left and right pectoral muscles. Instantly 
they grew to incredible proportions. Big Ethel's bra snapped from 
the strain. Her face was ecstatic. "More." She lifted up her 
blouse to show her flat, flabby stomach. With one injection, her 
abdominal muscles formed a washboard configuration. "More." She 
lifted the blouse off her back. The shreds of her bra fell as she 
demanded that Dilton inject her back so that she could acquire 
the knotty muscles she had always craved.

Big Ethel's transformation was now almost complete. She now hiked 
up her skirt from the back, showing Dilton her flat buttocks in 
her white panties. Dilton turned beet red. She pulled the hem of 
her panties to the crack of her ass and patiently waited for her 
injection. With a trembling hand, Dilton administered a dose to 
both cheeks. Big Ethel's butt suddenly grew nice and round as it 
filled with muscle. Even Dilton, who had not been all that 
interested in the opposite sex until now, experienced a hard-on 
to look at how Big Ethel had changed. She had a beautiful, 
athletic, muscular body. Big Ethel was pleased. She flexed her 
muscles through her straining clothes, and noticed Dilton's boner 
sticking out even though he was wearing a lab coat. This was the 
first time any man had expressed sexual desire towards her, and 
she almost felt tempted to offer herself to Dilton right then and 
there out of gratitude not only for her new body but also for 
finding her attractive. But she stopped herself. No, she thought. 
Only her beloved Jughead should have the privilege of popping her 
cherry.

She thanked Dilton and left. She shone with strength and 
confidence as she strode through the halls of Riverdale High, 
intent on showing her fabulous new body to her precious "Juggie". 
She found him, as expected, in the cafeteria, gorging himself. 
She caused a sensation when she went through the swinging double 
doors. All eyes were upon her magnificent new body, muscles 
popping through her tight clothing. Betty Cooper gasped, her 
blonde ponytail flapping as she turned to watch. Veronica Lodge 
looked disgusted. Big Moose said "Duh-uh!" while Reggie and 
Archie just looked at her with wide eyes and gaping mouths. Even 
Miss Beazley looked up from the swill she was slopping to stare 
at Big Ethel. Here was the skinniest, scrawniest, ugliest girl at 
Riverdale High, suddenly appearing with a sexy, muscular, 
athletic body. Her muscles bulged with every movement, stretching 
the seams of her clothes almost to the ripping point. All the 
boys stared at her beautiful round ass, her shapely legs, her 
broad shoulders, her magnificent pecs and her bulging biceps. 
Girls looked on with amazement, envy, jealousy, disgust. 

Jughead was the only one who did not notice Big Ethel's 
spectacular entrance. He was sitting with his back to the doors 
and was concentrating on his third helping of the daily special. 
(Which was hash. The daily special was always hash.) When the 
room fell silent, except for a few gasps, he looked up. He saw 
the surprised look on Archie's face and said, "What's up, Arch? 
You look as if Arnold Schwarzenneger suddenly came in and was 
standing right behind me."

"You... You're close!..." Archie blurted out. Big Ethel was 
standing, hands on her hips, behind Jughead's chair. She bent 
down and with her right hand curled her fingers around one of the 
legs of the chair and lifted it above her head, Jughead and all. 
Jughead gave a cry of surprise and held on to the seat of the 
chair for dear life. The crowd watching this also gasped in 
surprise. Now, granted, Jughead was not the heaviest of boys; he 
must have been 140 pounds soaking wet. Still, lifting him up 
overhead with one hand was an impressive feat nonetheless. 
Especially coming from Big Ethel, who had always been weak as a 
kitten.

She marched him out of the cafeteria, still clinging to the 
chair. "Come with me, loverboy," Big Ethel said in a sweet tone 
of voice. Jughead finally realized what was going on and yelped, 
"Archie! Reggie! Big Moose! Heeeelp!" but his cries died down as 
he was carried through the swinging doors by the newly-powerful 
Big Ethel.

As Big Ethel left with her prize the entire cafeteria erupted in 
a buzz of excitement. "Wasn't that Big Ethel?" someone asked. 
"How did she get those muscles?" said another. "I wish I could be 
that strong!" one girl said.

Jughead's friends sat silently, in shock. Finally Archie stood 
up. "C'mon guys! We've got to find them. Jughead might be in 
trouble!" Reggie and Big Moose shook off their amazement and 
followed Archie out of the cafeteria in search of Big Ethel and 
Jughead.

Betty and Veronica stared at each other. Finally Veronica broke 
the silence. "Ewwww. That was gross. All those muscles. I didn't 
think Big Ethel could get any uglier until now. She looks like a 
guy!"

"Hmm?" Betty replied, as if awakening from a dream. She was 
amazed at her own reaction to the incident. Seeing Big Ethel with 
all those muscles actually turned her on. She was acutely 
conscious of her hardening nipples and her moistening pussy, 
creaming her panties. She was puzzled at this. After all, she 
knew she didn't have a lesbian bone in her body. Didn't she 
fantasize about screwing with Archie every waking and sleeping 
hour of every day and night? Still, the thought of touching Big 
Ethel's hard muscles made her clit swell and throb. She imagined 
Archie having such muscles. Drops of love juice seeped out of her 
vagina. She imagined herself suddenly bulging all over with hard, 
rippling muscles, and the dam burst. She had an orgasm right then 
and there, in public. She stifled a cry, and the only evidence 
that she had creamed herself was the moist spot at the crotch of 
her jeans. Fortunately, no one noticed.

Meanwhile Archie, Reggie and Big Moose were storming through the 
hallways, looking in every classroom for Big Ethel and Jughead. 
All the rooms were empty, since it was still lunch hour. There 
was no sign of either of them.

At length they came to the chemistry lab. There was Dilton, 
clothes all ripped, out cold on the floor. He had some minor cuts 
on his face and arms, which had become incredibly muscular. 
Dilton was still small, but his body looked like a miniature Mr. 
Olympia. Big Moose knelt by him, shouting with concern, "Dilton! 
Lil' Buddy!" Dilton came to. "What happened?" Archie asked. 
Reggie saw glass shards all over the floor. Dilton's chemistry 
equipment lay in ruins. 

Dilton groaned. While Archie bandaged his wounds, he told the 
guys about how his serum turned Big Ethel into a superstrong 
muscle girl. He was so excited about the results that he injected 
himself with a dose. The last thing he remembered was passing out 
from the excruciating pain as he felt his strength and 
muscularity increasing. Apparently, as he fainted he accidentally 
crashed through the table where his elaborate array of chemistry 
equipment  was set up. "I discovered that intramuscular 
injections only affect localized muscle groups. I injected myself 
in a vein, to see if the blood's circulation would carry the 
serum through my entire body. It would seem that the effect on 
male subjects is intolerably painful. Because of the difference 
in their hormonal make-up, their metabolism and their pain 
threshold, female subjects can better adapt to the benefits of 
the serum." Dilton looked sadly at the ruins of his experiment. 
"All that work. It'll take me days to rebuild." But then he 
caught sight of his transformed body and began flexing his new 
muscles. This seemed to cheer him up considerably. He began 
picking up broken pieces of glass. "I can resume experiments as 
soon as I have cleaned up this mess."

The guys told Dilton what happened in the cafeteria. Dilton was 
shaken. "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have given Big Ethel such 
a large dose. I hope Jughead is all right. I'll get to work on 
the antidote right away." With that, his friends left him to 
continue their search.

Finally they heard Big Ethel's deep voice coming from the Home Ec 
room. She was moaning. The guys went in, and were astonished to 
see Big Ethel, her skirt hiked up to her waist, humping her 
pelvis up and down on Jughead's long nose. She had used her 
pantyhose to tie up Jughead's legs and her panties were wrapped 
around his wrists. "Oh, Juggie... feels so gooood," she moaned. 
Her muscularity was simply astounding. Her blouse, which had 
always seemed so loose on her, now was filled to capacity with 
huge muscles. Her shoulders were wide, her back thick, and her 
arms looked like tree trunks. Her chest was enormous, with her 
hard nipples easily visible through the stretching fabric. Her 
face was contorted with orgasmic ecstasy. "Yess... oh, yessss!" 

Jughead, through all this, was still breathing. You could barely 
see his face; it was almost completely hidden by Big Ethel's 
powerful thighs and big, muscular butt. He was covered with her 
love juices and the blood of her pierced virginity. His eyes were 
closed, and he appeared to be unconscious.

Big Ethel dreamily looked up from her sexual act to see the three 
other boys standing there, mouths agape. Ordinarily, she would 
have been mortified to be caught in such a position and state of 
undress in front of boys. Now, her new strength gave her the 
confidence to put on a show. Still sitting on Jughead's face, she 
ripped off her blouse to reveal her glorious naked torso to 
Archie, Reggie and Big Moose. She flexed her massive biceps for 
them, and enjoyed the sensation of her lat and pec muscles 
rippling and bulging as she did so. "Who wants to be the next one 
to satisfy me?" she purred seductively. "Juggie couldn't get it 
up, so I had to use his nose instead. I'm sure one of you boys is 
man enough for me." 

Archie, despite his concern for Jughead's welfare, couldn't help 
get turned on by Big Ethel's powerful body. He could feel his 
hard-on growing in his pants. He was about to take Big Ethel up 
on her offer. Reggie and Big Moose, for their part, didn't find 
muscular girls attractive. As a matter of fact, they were 
repelled by them. As far as they were concerned, Big Ethel was 
less attractive now than she had ever been. They couldn't hide 
their disgust and anger when they asked her, in no uncertain 
terms, to let Jughead go. Big Ethel got up from Jughead, her legs 
still astride his head. She was a magnificent sight to behold. 
Her nude muscular torso quivered with power, while cords of 
muscle bulged beneath her tattered skirt. "You're going to stop 
me? You and what army?" she replied defiantly. She smiled 
wickedly, and winked at Archie when she noticed his huge boner.

Reggie and Big Moose advanced towards her. "Let Jughead go!" 
yelled Reggie. "Duh! Ditto!" said Big Moose. When they got at 
arm's length Big Ethel grabbed them by the scruff of their necks 
and dangled them above her head. "Mmm," she said, "I love the 
feeling of being STRONG!" She knocked their heads together and 
threw them across the room to the opposite wall. They crashed 
with a loud thud. Archie ran to see if they were hurt. They 
seemed shocked and in pain, but no bones were broken. Meanwhile, 
Big Ethel giggled like a schoolgirl, seductively running her 
hands all over her new body.

Archie was afraid that even Reggie and Big Moose were no match 
for the new Bigger Ethel. He pulled them aside and told them: 
"I've got a plan. let me alone with her for a few minutes." His 
friends, rubbing their wounds, looked dubiously at him, but they 
themselves were not confident that they could take on the 
mountain of feminine muscle standing before them, so they left 
the room. "We'll be right outside. Holler if you need help." 
Reggie said.

Jughead came to. "Arch! You've come to save me!" Big Ethel picked 
him up from the floor as easily as if he had been a rag doll. 
Even when she freed his arms and legs, Jughead was helpless in 
her powerful arms. He didn't seem to be hurt, except for the 
blood and slime on his face. Archie addressed the tall, muscular 
girl. "Big Ethel, you look... you look great!" Big Ethel smiled 
coyly, rubbing the bulging muscles on her naked arms and chest. 
Her nipples stuck out. "Do you really think so?" she giggled. No 
one had ever complimented her on her appearance before. She 
parted the shreds of her skirt to reveal her moist pussy. "Do you 
want me?" she begged. She let Jughead go. He ran out of the room. 
Archie turned to Big Ethel and said, "Yes, I want you. But I want 
to do it in private." "It can't wait" Ethel said as she ripped 
off the remnants of her skirt and got on all fours, offering her 
glorious muscular ass to Archie. "I'm too hot and horny. Fuck me 
NOW!" she implored.

Archie had no choice. Not only was this supermuscular Ethel not a 
woman to be refused anything, but also his cock was about to 
explode. He quickly undid his pants and slid his hard member into 
Ethel's hot, moist, throbbing pussy. What a sensation! He had 
never had sex with any of his girlfriends, and he never imagined 
it could feel this good. Even though they were both virgins, they 
fucked intensely and instinctively. After several minutes of 
grinding his penis deeper and deeper inside Big Ethel's vagina, 
Archie half-opened his eyes to look at her rippling back muscles 
bulge, rivulets of sweat glistening in the crevasses. He had one 
glimpse of this erotic sight, and he came with the orgasm of a 
lifetime. At this precise moment, Betty barged into the room.

You can imagine what surprise and dismay she must have felt. Here 
was the man she had dreamed and daydreamed about almost her 
entire post-pubescent life, in the act of screwing the muscular 
Amazon whose strength and muscle she had craved back at the 
cafeteria. After having seen Ethel carry Jughead off, she had 
felt the uncontrollable urge to find her and feel her muscles, 
taste her power, rub herself against the hard muscular flesh, 
lick her juices... She was confused by these lesbian feelings, 
but found herself unable to resist them. She prowled the halls in 
search of Big Ethel, until she found Reggie and Big Moose outside 
the Home Ec room. She was surprised to see how bruised and 
battered they looked. "Don't go in there," advised Reggie; "the 
girl's turned into a monster. Archie's in there, and by the sound 
of it, she must be torturing him real bad." In fact, they did 
hear Archie moaning and groaning, but little did they know that 
they were cries of sexual pleasure rather than of pain. Alarmed, 
Betty decided to burst into the room. "Duh!" Big Moose cried in 
warning. That's when Betty was confronted with the spectacularly 
erotic spectacle of Archie and Big Ethel doing it doggie-style.

Betty experienced an extraordinary degree of sexual confusion. 
For years she had wanted to make love with Archie, thought about 
almost nothing else. When she saw Big Ethel today, her body 
bursting with hard, sexy muscles, she began fantasizing about 
making love with her. It was the first time in her life that she 
had desired a woman. For that matter, it was the first time she 
had ever wanted to have sex with anyone other than Archie. Now 
that she saw the two objects of her desire having sex together, 
she lost it. Right there in the classroom she hungrily dove into 
Archie and Big Ethel, who were still coupled. 

Without bothering to remove her clothes, Betty got on her knees 
and started licking the base of Archie's cock, which was still 
hard in Big Ethel's cunt. The darting movements of Betty's soft 
pink tongue excited the two others. Archie's cock got harder than 
ever, and Big Ethel's muscular body shook as she moaned with 
pleasure. Archie's rod was coated with Ethel's love juices. Betty 
licked it clean, while rubbing the hard muscles and pumped-up 
veins in Ethel's arms, thighs, and chest. After Archie came in 
Betty's mouth, they began licking the sweat off Big Ethel's 
magnificent body. Archie paid particular attention to Ethel's 
biceps, delts, and armpits, while Betty worked on her hard abs, 
licking her way down to her bellybutton, her pubic hair, and 
finally her clitoris. It didn't take long for Big Ethel to burst 
into a powerful orgasm. 

While Betty was eating Ethel, Archie began rubbing Betty's back 
and shoulders through her clothes. Something felt different. Her 
body seemed to be getting bigger and harder. To Archie's 
amazement, Betty seemed to be getting bigger, stronger and more 
muscular with each passing minute. He looked down at his own 
body; his pectoral muscles seemed to be inflating, his stomach 
became chiseled with muscle and his arms were growing more and 
more muscular.

Just then Dilton came through the door with Jughead in tow. Both 
looked like bodybuilding champions. Jughead's sweatshirt was 
ripped to shreds, revealing a powerful muscular physique, while 
Dilton tried to cover his torso with a large lab coat, not quite 
succeeding. They appeared shocked to see Betty going down on the 
nude Big Ethel. Oblivious to the intrusion, Betty continued to 
eat the other girl's pussy. She didn't even seem to notice when 
her still-expanding buttock muscles split the thick denim of her 
jeans and when her shirt ripped under the pressure of her growing 
arm and back muscles. Dilton and Jughead were also shocked by the 
changes in Archie's physique. He looked like a champion gymnast, 
and his muscles were still growing.

"Dilton!" Archie exclaimed, "what's happening to us? Did you 
inject us all with your serum?" Archie couldn't believe how 
muscular Jughead had become. Jughead had always been the sunken-
chested unathletic type; now he looked like he could teach Dorian 
Yates a thing or two. Archie's own physique was quickly growing 
to a comparable size.

Dilton shook off his amazement to answer Archie's question. "No, 
the only ones who got injected were Big Ethel and myself. But it 
would seem that the serum persists in perspiration and er... 
other secretions." Jughead rejoined: "Soon after I ran away from 
Ethel I could feel my muscularity increasing. I ran to the 
chemistry lab to show Dilton what was happening, and by the time 
I got there my favorite sweatshirt was all ripped. I never 
imagined I could become so strong!" Jughead flexed an enormous 
bicep, which must have been at least 22 inches.

Betty reluctantly stopped her loving ministrations to Big Ethel. 
As she got up she realized the changes in her body. Excited, she 
flexed her new muscles until every shred of her clothing was 
ripped off except for her panties. "Mmm. I feel so strong!" 
Closing her eyes in quasi-orgasmic ecstasy, she repeatedly flexed 
every body part, rubbed her hands all over her sweat-dampened 
skin to feel her rock-hard muscles. Betty had always been one of 
the prettiest girls at Riverdale High, but had always lived in 
the shadow of Veronica, who was richer and more glamorous. Now, 
thanks to this transformation, Archie thought that she had become 
the sexiest woman on the planet. He couldn't help staring at her 
hard nipples sticking out of her perfect breasts, her powerful 
thighs and calves, her round, broad shoulders, her muscular, 
vascular arms. She exuded sexuality to the extent that he got his 
third hard-on of the last hour. Even Dilton and Jughead, who 
normally never looked at girls, were salivating at the sight of 
Betty's bulging biceps.

Just then Mr. Weatherbee barged in. "What's going on here?" he 
barked. "There's no Home economics class this period. Lunch hour 
is over. Go to your class..." A reflex of surprise interrupted 
him. "What the...?" Here were five students in nude or semi-nude 
condition, each exhibiting a level of muscularity never before 
seen at Riverdale High. Mr. Weatherbee felt faint, but his voice 
rose to a screech. "Everyone in my office, on the double!" 

 Furious and embarrassed, Mr. Weatherbee ran to the linen closet 
and got some tablecloths to cover the naked students. Despite 
their newfound power, these five friends were always respectful 
of Mr. Weatherbee's authority as their principal. They dutifully 
marched to the school office, tablecloths wrapped around their 
bodies.

Miss Grundy, the frumpy English teacher, witnessed this strange 
procession. She turned to Sven, the janitor. "A Toga party? On a 
Tuesday afternoon?" Sven replied, "Ja, das is not a party. The 
little vun dere, Dilton, he make a big mess in Chemistry Lab, Ja? 
Glass eferyvere. Had to clean up most of it, I did. Some kinda 
potion, make dem all big and strong or sometink."

Miss Grundy was intrigued. She made her way to the office, where 
Mr. Weatherbee was grilling the students on what happened. Dilton 
explained everything, but didn't mention all the sexual activity 
that his friends had engaged in. Having sex in the Home Ec room 
would surely be grounds for expulsion. He explained their lack of 
clothing to the growth effects of the serum, and that seemed to 
satisfy Mr. Weatherbee. Rather than complicate matters by saying 
that Archie, Betty and Jughead got their muscles through 
ingesting Big Ethel's bodily fluids, he merely let it be 
understood that all five of them had received an injection "in 
the interest of science".

Mr. Weatherbee wondered if the effects of the serum was 
permanent. Dilton couldn't say. "This is part of the experiment. 
We'll keep in touch during the next few days to see if we 
experience any side effects, reversions, or any other changes."

To emphasize his point, Mr. Weatherbee stood up, knuckles resting 
on his desk. "Dilton," he said in a grave voice, "I'm very 
disappointed in you. You are one of our best students... Allow me 
to correct myself. You are the most brilliant student to have 
graced the halls of Riverdale High since I have been an educator 
here, some thirty years. I have admired your zeal for academic 
excellence and your school spirit. But to subject your fellow 
students to the test of a potentially dangerous drug was 
inexcusable. And all of you, Archie, Jughead, Betty and Big 
Ethel, you should not have agreed to do it." He paused. "However, 
it does seem that the serum has many, er, health benefits..." He 
entertained the thought that he would also like to receive a 
dose, but banished it from his mind. "Ah, Miss Grundy. Glad to 
see that you are here. Could you take these two girls and see if 
we can find some appropriate attire for them? Given the 
circumstances, I'm letting these pupils go home for the rest of 
the afternoon. I can't very well send them out without clothes, 
or wrapped in a tablecloth. I'll take care of these three boys 
myself."

Betty and Big Ethel followed Miss Grundy, clutching their 
tablecloths to their necks. Miss Grundy couldn't help noticing 
how muscular their arms had become, or the obvious curvatures or 
their diamond-shaped calves. A curious feeling came over her. She 
ached to touch their muscles. In all her decades of teaching at 
Riverdale High, never before did she ever experience sexual 
attraction towards any student, never mind towards female ones. 
Unable to resist the temptation, she took them to a deserted 
classroom, on the pretext of taking their new measurements. Hands 
trembling, she ran the tape measure around Betty's huge torso, 
"inadvertently" brushing against the nipples. "50 inches!" she 
whistled. Next the waist, which gave her the opportunity to cop a 
feel of the washboard abs. "23 inches..." This was also her own 
waist measurement. Miss Grundy was taller and skinnier even that 
Big Ethel had been. Her own bra size was 32A. Now for the hips. 
Miss Grundy couldn't believe how hard Betty's thighs felt. "39 
inches". She expressed the need to measure Betty's biceps, thighs 
and calves, "Just in case." They were 19, 37, and 20 inches 
respectively. She repeated the process with Big Ethel, and got 
similar results except for a slightly smaller chest size due to 
her small breasts. Obviously, they could find no bras that would 
fit; but Big Ethel's chest consisted mostly of hard, muscular 
pecs topped up by cute, feminine nipples, while Betty's large 
breasts seemed firm enough to go without additional support.

Miss Grundy was getting more and more sexually excited, but 
resisted the temptation to touch the girls any further. She knew 
that a charge of sexual interference with a student would mean 
jail, the loss of her reputation and probably the loss of her 
pension which she was due to receive within the next few years. 
She was in her late fifties, and the last thing she needed now 
was to throw her entire career away.

She was no lesbian, anyway. When Miss Grundy was young she had 
been a slim attractive girl. When she was a 17 she was engaged to 
a young soldier. They had sex quite frequently in his car, which 
would have been scandalous behavior in the Riverdale of the 
1950's if it had been found out. After he died stepping on a land 
mine while on duty in Korea, she vowed never to get romantically 
involved with anyone again.

So she controlled her sexual impulses much as she had done most 
of her life. She took the girls to the team uniform closet. The 
only thing that would fit them was the football jerseys, despite 
the fact that they had been designed for boys wearing large 
padding. Blushing, Miss Grundy asked them to flex their muscles 
to see if the shirts would rip. Betty and Big Ethel were only too 
happy to oblige. They hit shot after shot, as if they were 
finalists at the Ms. Olympia contest competing for a posedown. 
"They seem to be fine," Betty said while admiring the bulges her 
biceps made in the huge sleeves when she flexed.

Watching the girls' bodies bulge and ripple with hard, sexy 
muscle had a stimulating effect on Miss Grundy. She was acutely 
aware of beads of sweat forming in her armpits, and for the first 
time in decades her clitoris came to life with desire. She had an 
overwhelming urge to masturbate. Again, she labored mightily to 
keep her sexual feelings in check.

They found some baggy sweatpants that the girls could wear 
without compromising their modesty. They were size XXXL, and yet 
the curvatures of their massive thighs, calves and buttocks could 
easily be seen.

Next the boys showed up with Mr. Weatherbee. They also were 
outfitted with oversize jerseys and sweatpants. "Now go home," 
Mr. Weatherbee told the five students. "All of you are suspended 
for the afternoon. Dilton, you will also serve detention. Come 
back at 3:30. Miss Grundy, will you be so kind as to stay for an 
hour after school to monitor his detention?"

Miss Grundy wanted nothing more than to be alone in a classroom 
with a teenager bursting with sexy muscles. "Certainly," she 
said.

Archie offered his friends a ride in his jalopy. "I can't go home 
like this," Betty said, on the verge of tears. "I've never been 
suspended before. And how am I going to tell my parents that 
their little girl is now one the strongest women in the world?" 
Dilton had a suggestion. "Why don't we spend the afternoon at the 
Chocklit' Shoppe before we go home? I wouldn't mind some 
refreshments before going off to the first detention of my life." 
"Great Idea," Jughead said, always ready for a for burgers, 
shakes and ice cream. Big Ethel looked lovingly at the object of 
her affections, and readily agreed.

Despite their increased muscle mass, they all managed to squeeze 
into Archie's old jalopy. They were quite a sight driving through 
the streets of town, all wearing identical clothes and bulging 
with power. Archie and Betty were in the front seat, and it was 
difficult for Archie to keep his attention on the road. He had to 
keep stealing glances at Betty's muscular thighs and calves 
stretching the fabric of her sweatpants. In the back seat, 
Jughead couldn't believe his own feelings. He sat close to Big 
Ethel, and couldn't help being turned on by her powerful new 
body. To her delight, he rested his hand on her thigh. Dilton was 
flexing his muscles, pleased at the success of his experiment.

When they arrived at the Chocklit' Shoppe, Pops, the proprietor, 
did a double take. The Chocklit' Shoppe was the gang's favorite 
after-school hangout. Pops couldn't believe his eyes when he saw 
how big and muscular these kids had become. "Too many hormones in 
the beef?" he thought to himself.

The gang sat down at a booth. Jughead ordered his usual dozen 
burgers, while the others went for shakes and ice cream. They 
hashed over everything that happened in the last couple of hours. 
They were especially candid about their sexual feelings and 
experiences. Big Ethel mentioned how good it felt to have 
Archie's cock inside her. This made Betty red with jealousy, and 
she challenged Big Ethel to an armwrestling match over the rights 
to Archie. Big Ethel was about to protest that the man she really 
loved was the new, improved Jughead, but she wasn't about to back 
down from a challenge and a chance to exhibit her physical 
strength.

While this exchange was going on, Jughead kept concentrating on 
his ninth burger, while Dilton was scribbling chemical formulae 
on a paper napkin. Archie, for his part, followed their 
conversation with interest. Even though he could still savor the 
feeling of Ethel's hot cunt on his penis, his desires leaned 
towards Betty's more buxom muscularity. He longed to fuck her, 
and knew that he would whether Betty won or lost the match. 
Still, he didn't say anything. He was excited at the prospect of 
muscular female biceps locked in battle before his eyes.

Betty and Big Ethel put their elbows on the table. They locked 
hands, and immediately began to armwrestle with all their might. 
The girls' biceps bulged and strained with effort. Veins 
throbbed, little forearm muscles leaped as the girls poured out 
every ounce of energy they could muster. The short sleeves of the 
football jerseys gave a good view of their bicep peaks growing 
harder and more pumped. First one girl seemed to have the 
advantage, then the other. By now Jughead and Dilton were also 
following the match, and becoming aroused. Finally, with a mighty 
grunt, Betty brought Ethel's arm to the table. It was greater 
desire and determination, rather than superiority of strength, 
that won the match for Betty. She celebrated by giving Archie a 
big hug. Archie was pleasantly surprised at how hard Betty's back 
muscles felt. Big Ethel, meanwhile seemed crestfallen by her 
defeat, until Jughead began rubbing her pumped-up bicep 
appreciatively. Dilton congratulated the winner and went back to 
his equations.

Just then the bell on the Chocklit' Shoppe door tinkled, and a 
few other kids came in. Reggie was with Veronica, and Big Moose 
was with his girlfriend Midge. They sat down at separate tables, 
on the opposite side of the booth where the five muscular friends 
were seated. Veronica sneered at their muscularity. "Those girls 
look simply disgusting. Even the boys -- all those icky muscles -
- ugh!" Veronica liked to have Archie around: after all, he 
always showed her the proper worshipful deference; but she hated 
the transformation of his body. She felt that a newly powerful 
Archie would not be so easy to wrap around her little finger. 
Yet, paradoxically, she was attracted to his new muscularity, and 
she fantasized about having sex with a big, strong, he-man like 
Archie.

"Yeah, it's disgusting," Reggie agreed. He was only telling half 
the truth. He really did believe that Big Ethel and Betty had 
become "unfeminine" with their new muscles. But he secretly 
desired to acquire the strength and size that the boys had 
developed. Reggie Mantle was the star athlete of Riverdale High, 
in his mind at least, and it annoyed him that weak little Jughead 
and puny little Dilton were now stronger than he was. It 
especially rankled him that Archie, his chief rival for 
Veronica's attention, was now so much bigger and stronger.

At the next table, Midge couldn't take her eyes off the guys and 
girls flexing their stuff on the other side of the room. Midge 
was a very intelligent girl, and the only reason she went out 
with a big, dumb lummox like Big Moose was because he was the 
biggest, strongest boy at Riverdale High. She was captivated by 
strength and muscularity. Now, just watching the five fine 
physical specimens at the booth armwrestling, flexing and feeling 
each other's muscles, she couldn't contain her excitement. She 
could feel her beaver opening and moisture trickling down her 
thighs. She burned with desire of standing up, walking over 
there, and feeling the hard rippling bulges under her fingertips. 
She wanted to get up, lift up her short skirt, drop her panties, 
and let all five of them, even the girls, have their way with 
her.

The only thing preventing her from such outrageous behavior, 
other than her natural modesty, was the big lump sitting next to 
her, staring into space and droning "Duh-uh". She was tired of 
Big Moose. Most of the time, he was a nice enough guy; he was 
kind and considerate, even if he was no great conversationalist. 
But if Big Moose even suspected that some other guy had eyes for 
"his" Midge, he would fly into uncontrollable jealous rages. The 
poor sap was usually in for a violent pounding. This behavior 
both flattered and scared Midge; she hated feeling like she was 
Big Moose's exclusive possession. Even though he never laid a 
hand on her, Midge wondered what would happen if he ever thought 
that she was fooling around.

Still, Midge couldn't resist the impulse to get up and get a 
closer look at her muscular classmates. She thought of the 
perfect excuse. "I want to ask Dilton about tonight's math 
homework," she told Big Moose. Dilton was about the only boy that 
Big Moose trusted with his girlfriend. He was his "Lil' Buddy" 
and he knew that he was more interested in science and stuff 
rather than stealing his Midge. Besides, Big Moose was no help as 
far as schoolwork was concerned. He suffered from an enormous 
inferiority complex about his limited intellect, and this fueled 
his raging jealousy. He knew, deep down in his heart, that Midge 
was far too smart a girl to be with him. He knew that it was only 
a matter of time before she met someone who was more of her 
intellectual equal and that he would lose her. The only way to 
prevent this inevitable event for as long as possible was the 
threat of a bashing. Guys knew enough to keep away from Midge, 
and only Reggie sometimes pushed his luck. 

Midge timidly walked over to the booth where Dilton and his 
friends were sitting. She saw that Betty and Archie were gazing 
lovingly at each other, and rubbing each other's thighs under the 
table. Midge's palms began to sweat as she noticed the hard bulge 
at the crotch of Archie's sweatpants. Jughead and Big Ethel were 
similarly romantically engaged. They were rubbing each other's 
muscular arms and Midge could see the hard nipples sticking out 
of Big Ethel's powerful chest, almost poking through the heavy 
fabric. Only Dilton was deep in thought, scribbling complicated 
formulae on a napkin. She looked at how his back and forearm 
muscles bulged as he was writing, and it made her feel weak in 
the knees. Here was a boy who was as intelligent as he was 
muscular, and even though Midge thought he was a bit short for 
her taste, at this moment she would have given anything to spend 
a night with him.

Trembling with desire, Midge was almost incoherent as she asked 
Dilton to come to her house that night to help her with her math 
homework. Dilton looked up from his computations and readily 
agreed. It was not unusual for other students to ask Dilton for 
help with school, and he was always glad to help. It didn't occur 
to him at that time that Midge was more interested in his brawn 
rather than his brain. Midge sat back down by Big Moose, and she 
was excited to the point of distraction about how the night would 
unfold.
 
"Omigosh!" Dilton exclaimed. "I'm going to be late for detention! 
Miss Grundy will be furious, and I'll have to stay an extra 
hour!" He leaped up from the booth and ran out of the Shoppe. 
Archie would have offered him a lift, but he was too preoccupied 
with Betty to think of it in time. No matter, Dilton's new 
powerful legs carried him to school in record time. When he got 
to the detention room, Miss Grundy was already there. He was only 
two minutes late, but Miss Grundy did punish him with an extra 
hour of detention. Normally, she was not such a strict stickler 
to the rules, but today she wanted the opportunity to gaze at 
Dilton's beautiful muscularity for as long as possible.

Detention was the favored form of punishment at Riverdale High. 
It consisted of having the student sit quietly after school, 
doing extra homework, while the monitoring teacher did some 
marking, class preparation or light reading. This time, Miss 
Grundy wanted to have a good look at Dilton's body, rather than 
just having him sit at a desk. So she made him write "I will not 
subject my classmates to medical experiments" five hundred times 
on the blackboard. Dilton groaned. This wasn't what he expected 
from detention. This was grade school stuff. However, Dilton had 
too much respect for teachers to question their punishments, so 
he got started. 

Meanwhile, Miss Grundy stared at the way his arms bulged while he 
was writing, and how Dilton's muscular butt, thighs and hips 
swayed as he moved down the blackboard. She started getting 
excited again. She tried to resist it, but her lust for his hard, 
muscular flesh was overpowering. She tried looking away, thinking 
of something else, do some work, but it was all impossible. Her 
vagina began to moisten at the thought of Dilton's hard member 
screwing the daylights out of her. She kept her legs tightly 
together. Her mind was possessed with the desire to masturbate, 
but she fought the impulse with every fiber of her will.

All her efforts were in vain. Forty years of repressed sexuality 
suddenly burst like a ripe abscess. Screw the career! Screw the 
pension! I need to fuck! She was confident that she and Dilton 
were probably the only two people in the whole school. While 
Dilton was busy writing "I will not subject my classmates to 
medical experiments" for the 217th time, she stood up, walked 
over to him, and started to feel his muscles through his shirt.

Dilton was taken aback by surprise. "Miss Grundy! What are you 
doing?" She closed her eyes and planted a sensual kiss on his 
lips for an answer. Dilton's glasses fell off in the process. She 
hugged him with all her strength, and was pleased to feel 
Dilton's prick hardening against her thigh. Dilton thought that 
he must be dreaming. It was a shameful secret of his, but Dilton 
had always been attracted to older women. He was a mature boy, 
and he liked the idea of sex with mature women. All his friends 
thought that Dilton's lightest reading was "Scientific American", 
but unbeknownst to anyone, Dilton kept a pile of those porno 
magazines featuring women over the age of forty in his school 
locker. He had had a secret crush on Miss Grundy for years. He 
admired her silvery hair, the lines on her face, and her willowy 
frame. Now his dreams were coming true.

Miss Grundy kissed and groped her way down Dilton's body until 
she came to his belt. She got to her knees and quickly undid the 
strings of the sweatpants. To her surprise and delight, she 
pulled out the biggest, juiciest cock she had ever seen (not that 
she had seen many). Dilton's organ was certainly a large one for 
someone of his stature, another fact he would have preferred to 
keep hidden. Miss Grundy began to lick his cock and suck the 
enormous head. She found that her dentures were in the way and 
spat them out. This was unbelievably exciting for Dilton. The 
feeling of her hard gums against his sensitive parts was 
undescribable. For the first time of his life, Dilton's mind was 
a total blank, so enraptured he was of that glorious feeling. 
Mindless of the consequences, he came inside her mouth.

Miss Grundy stood up, and lifted up the hem of the purple dotted 
dress she always wore. The sight of Miss Grundy slipping off her 
old-fashioned panties turned Dilton on. She turned around and 
presented Dilton with her juicy pussy. Dilton thought her skinny 
butt and legs were beautiful, and he was surprised to see that 
her pubic hair was still honey-blonde, just as she had been in 
her youth. While he was staring he noticed that the serum was 
starting to take effect. Miss Grundy's skinny tush was beginning 
to become bigger and rounder, her legs were beginning to grow 
with some definition, and her dress was beginning to fill out 
with muscle. Filled with desire, he quickly inserted his cock 
inside the inviting lovehole. He held her slim waist in his 
strong hands and pumped her body up and down his shaft.

Miss Grundy screamed with pleasure. Her eyes closed, she was 
rediscovering the ecstasies of sex. But a new, unfamiliar feeling 
washed over her. Her entire body felt as if it was filling with 
power. She heard the sound of her dress ripping, and she thought 
that Dilton was tearing it off her body. While Dilton was fucking 
her from behind, she had her forearms and the right side of her 
face against the chalk-smeared blackboard. She half-opened her 
eyes, and saw that her left arm had suddenly grown bigger. She 
closed her eyes again, deeply lost in the pleasure she was 
experiencing. "Mmm. So gooooooood..." she cooed.

Dilton came again, and Miss Grundy panted with deep satisfaction. 
Dilton kept his cock inside her until it went limp, and then they 
separated. Dilton pulled up his sweatpants and put his glasses 
back on. Miss Grundy tried to rearrange her dress, only to find 
that it wouldn't fit anymore. To her amazement, she looked down 
at her formerly flat chest and saw that it was blossoming with 
huge, hard pecs. The growth of her arms burst through the thin 
fabric of her sleeves. Her bulging hips and thighs ripped through 
the seams of her dress. As she realized what was happening, Miss 
Grundy began to relish the delicious feeling of strength that was 
electrifying her body. "Mmm! I've never felt so good! I've never 
felt so strong! What power!" She shed the shreds of her dress, 
revealing the most gorgeously muscular body ever possessed by a 
woman nearing the age of sixty, in all her naked glory. Her small 
breasts quivered as she flexed her magnificent torso. She turned 
to Dilton, who was admiring her with awe. "Thank you, Dilton. I 
really needed that."

Confused by all that happened, Dilton went over to Miss Grundy, 
lightly rubbed her hard nipple with his fingertips, gave her a 
loving kiss on the cheek, and smilingly walked away. "Goodbye, 
Dilton!" Miss Grundy called after him. He waved back silently, 
too stunned to say a word.

Meanwhile, at the Chocklit' Shoppe, Veronica was getting angrier 
and angrier. She felt that her Archiekins was being far too cozy 
with that musclebound blonde Betty. She ignored Reggie, who was 
prattling on about one of his great achievements or something, 
and walked over to the booth where Jughead was carrying on with 
Big Ethel, and Archie was gazing lovingly into Betty's eyes while 
they shared a milkshake. "Archiekins," she purred sweetly and 
manipulatively, "You can drive me home now." She batted her 
eyelashes at him, something that always melted any resistance in 
him. She was shocked by the response. "Aw, Ronnie," Archie whined 
plaintively, "Can't you walk? I wanted to stay here a while 
longer." Veronica was furious. Never had Archie ever refused a 
request of hers. But she remained calm, knowing how to push his 
buttons. She stood close to him, hiked up her short skirt to the 
crotch of her panties in order to give him a good view of her 
thighs. "These million-dollar legs do not walk. They ride. Now 
come along." She turned around, and with a wiggle she sauntered 
to the door, flashing the tiny calves formed by her high heels. 
With another wiggle and a wink, she tinkled the bell attached to 
the door of the Shoppe and took her usual place in the passenger 
seat of Archie's jalopy, which was parked in the street right in 
front of the picture window.

Now it was Betty's turn to be angry. "Why that spoiled brat! That 
rich bitch!" She took the metal napkin dispenser on the table and 
crushed it in her powerful hands. But Archie calmed her down. He 
said that he was going to break up with Veronica. "I'm no longer 
attracted to her, she's so weak and puny. You, you're strong 
and... capable. She thought she was turning me on by showing her 
legs, but they look like toothpicks to me now. I want you, Betty. 
I want to make love to you. I've got a little bit of money. I'll 
come pick you up at nine tonight and we'll find a nice motel 
somewhere. I love you, Betty." He really meant it. "I'll take 
Veronica home, and I'll tell her it's over between her and me. It 
might take a while to sort things out, but expect me at nine."

Archie kissed Betty goodbye. He tried to say goodbye to Jughead 
and Big Ethel, but the two lovebirds were too absorbed in one 
another to notice. He got in the driver's seat next to Veronica, 
and began to drive her home. As soon as they were a little 
distance away, Veronica put her head on his massive shoulder and 
began rubbing his muscular chest. This made Archie feel a little 
bit uncomfortable, but he was also enjoying the sensation so he 
didn't say anything. It'll be difficult to break up, he thought. 
He and Veronica had been going out since they reached puberty. 
But now with Betty's transformation, and his own increase in 
strength, he realized that he didn't have to put up with 
Veronica's willfulness and temper anymore. He knew that Betty 
loved him and that he could be happy with her.

They didn't say a word all the way to the Lodge mansion. She 
continued stroking his muscles the whole way, and Archie was 
steeling his determination to end their relationship. When they 
got to the front door, Archie began. "Ronnie," he said with all 
the solemnity he could muster, "I've got something to say to 
you." 

Veronica put her pretty face close to his, rubbed his strong 
arms, and whispered, "then why don't you come say it to me in my 
bedroom?"

This threw Archie for a loop. He had never been in Veronica's 
bedroom. If Mr. Lodge, her multi-millionaire father, had ever 
found him there, he would have been dead. For years he had 
dreamed of being in her bedroom. Now, just as he was about to 
break up with her, he finally had his chance. Archie's mind 
reeled with the irony of the situation.

Still, he thought, maybe that's a good idea. An intimate place 
like the bedroom might be the perfect place to put closure to the 
relationship. Surrounded by her favorite things, Veronica might 
take the news more calmly.

They went into the house and passed Mr. Lodge who was reading the 
Wall Street Journal in his armchair. "Hi Daddy!" Veronica 
chirped. "Archie and I are going into the study to, um, look at 
some encyclopedias." Mr. Lodge barely looked up from his paper. 
He didn't like Archie, but he tolerated him. He thought his 
precious daughter could do better than that. "All right," he 
said. Then as they were walking up the stairs, he readjusted his 
pince-nez glasses to look at them. "That boy looks different 
somehow... Probably my imagination." He went back to his stock 
quotes.

Once they got into her bedroom, Veronica locked the door behind 
them. She threw herself at Archie, frantically kissing and 
fondling every part of him she could. Archie was too stunned to 
react. "This isn't going the way I had planned," he thought. 
"Ronnie..." he said, trying to get her to stop. "Ronnie, I've got 
something to tell you..." In between all the kisses and caresses, 
she found the time to say, "Fuck me first, talk later." She 
flopped down on the bed, kicked off her high heels, peeled off 
her pantyhose, wriggled out of her expensive designer panties and 
spread her moist dark muff for Archie. She was still wearing her 
Christian Dior two-piece outfit, and her silk camisole 
underneath.

Archie looked at the snatch that he had longed to fuck for all 
this time, and all the determination and resolve he had built up 
vanished, melting away like the dew on a hot summer's day. He 
dropped his pants and slipped his hard prick inside Veronica's 
hungry pussy. He could feel her wince with pain as he penetrated 
her hymen. "What'll I tell Betty?" he thought frantically. He 
thought about Betty as he was screwing. He wished he was with 
Betty now, feeling her rock-hard thighs and calves entwined with 
his, feeling her washboard abs rubbing against his, feeling her 
strong arms hugging him lovingly. He felt almost sorry for 
Veronica, with her pathetic puny limbs and flabby chest. Then he 
felt himself about to come. Suddenly, he remembered about the 
serum. "Ronnie, I've got to tell you... I'm about to come" he was 
about to tell her that his sperm was going to give her super 
strong muscles, but he didn't have time. Veronica squeezed her 
pussy muscles. "Yessss, yes, it's okay..." meaning that there was 
no danger of pregnancy according to her cycle. The thought of 
Veronica becoming as muscular as Betty was much too sexy to 
resist. He tried to contain his orgasm and pull out but it was 
too late. He came right inside her. After a few moments, Archie 
stood up from the bed. Veronica lay there, still groggy from all 
the excitement.

"Oh, Archie, that felt so good." She continued playing with her 
pubic hair and her clitoris. Then, to Archie's delight and 
Veronica's shock, the transformation began to occur. Veronica sat 
up. She began to feel the silk camisole tighten as her chest 
muscles began expanding. Her naked legs quickly became convoluted 
with knots of hard, bulging muscle. Her calves in particular grew 
big enough to be seen from the front. The heavy material of the 
blazer's sleeves began stretching as her biceps and triceps grew 
to herculean proportions. There was a loud rip as her buttocks 
outgrew the tight skirt. Her shoulders burst through the seams of 
the blazer. Her expanding back ripped the outfit down the middle. 
All the while, Veronica's face registered with horror.

"Wh-What have you done to me?" she exclaimed in dismay. Archie 
blurted out something about having wanted to warn her, but 
Veronica's shock soon turned to fury. "Out! Get out! I never want 
to see you again! Look what you've done to me! You've turned me 
into a muscle freak like Betty and that ugly Big Ethel! Not only 
that, but you've ruined my $2000 outfit! Get out!" Veronica 
picked up a heavy oak bedside table and hurled it at Archie as 
easily as if it had been made of cardboard. "But, Ronnie!" was 
all he could say. He quickly pulled up his pants and scampered 
down the stairs to his waiting jalopy, almost crashing through 
the butler on his way out.

Mr. Lodge saw Archie run out the door, and heard his daughter 
screaming. Concerned, he went upstairs only to find her locked in 
her room, sobbing behind the door. "Honey, are you all right?" he 
called through the door, "what happened in the study? Did Archie 
say anything hurtful to you?" "Oh, it's nothing, Daddy," her 
muffled voice called back. "Archie and I are through. This is the 
worst day of my life." Mr. Lodge did his best to conceal his glee 
that Veronica had finally come to her senses. "Can I come in?" he 
asked. "Do you need anything?" "No!!! No, don't come in," she 
replied, not wanting her father to see how she had been deformed. 
She began flexing her muscles, and burst out sobbing again. "My 
body! My body! It's ruined!" Through the heavy door, Mr. Lodge 
thought  that she said "My buddy!..." Now he felt sorry for 
Veronica. It's true that she and Archie had been friends for a 
long time. He disliked the boy, but he never did anything to 
interfere with his daughter's relationships. "Are you sure you 
don't need anything?" Mr. Lodge called again. He waited for her 
reply.

Veronica took off her tattered clothes, and looked at her new 
body in the mirror. She hated it. She hated to see sweaty muscles 
bulging all over. She flexed her biceps. For the first time, she 
could look at her new body with fascination rather than disgust. 
She flexed her arms repeatedly, watching the bicep peaks grow 
taller every time. She examined the pumped-up veins crisscrossing 
her biceps and forearms. More than anything, she began to enjoy 
the tremendous feeling of strength that coursed through her 
entire body. She felt as if she could bend steel bars. Veronica 
had always been powerful, in her own way, through her wealth and 
her beauty. She could make others do her bidding using these 
tools, these powers. Now she felt that her physical beauty was 
destroyed. She idealized the traditional idea of feminine beauty, 
and was always on diets to remain skinny. She looked towards her 
walk-in closet. None of those clothes would ever fit her anymore. 
She sniffed back a tear. "Yes, Daddy; I do need something. I need 
to go shopping."

Meanwhile, back at the Chocklit' Shoppe, Betty decided to get 
ready for her big date with Archie. She was excited at the 
prospect of losing her virginity to the boy she had loved and 
desired for so long. She needed some new clothes. This was too 
special an occasion to go out in a football jersey and 
sweatpants. So she excused herself from the booth, paid Pops for 
the broken napkin dispenser, and went to the bank machine. Betty 
didn't have much money, but she saved almost every cent she made 
from babysitting. At the mall, she bought a new pair of jeans 
that could fit her new proportions. She thought it was lucky that 
the store had something for a girl who had a 23-inch waist, 39-
inch hips, 37-inch thighs and 20-inch calves. These jeans were 
meant to be baggy for an ordinary girl, but on Betty they looked 
as if they were painted on. She liked the way her muscular glutes 
filled out the denim. She also bought a large T-shirt which 
accentuated her powerful torso quite nicely. Then she decided to 
splurge on some sexy lingerie. The sales clerk, a young redhead 
named Cheryl, was very patient to help find something that would 
fit Betty's superheroic figure. Betty tried on several different 
teddies, and she noticed that Cheryl took every opportunity to 
cop a feel of her hard, muscular thighs, arms and back. When they 
finally found something perfect, which was sexy but not too 
small, Betty was dismayed when she heard the price. "A hundred 
dollars? But I only have eighty dollars left." There was an 
uncomfortable silence, until Cheryl said, "Tell you what. I'll 
give you the employee discount if you tell me how you got so 
strong and muscular. I work out, and I'd love to put on some 
muscle, but look..." Cheryl pulled back her sleeve and flexed her 
bicep. A small bump appeared on her arm. "I'd love to be as big 
and strong as you. What's your secret?" Betty told her about the 
serum, and how she ingested it from exposure to another girl's 
bodily fluids. "Bodily fluids?" Cheryl asked, "you mean like 
blood?" "Blood, sweat, tears, all that," Betty explained. Cheryl 
put her face a little closer to Betty's. They were still in the 
changing room, and Betty was still wearing the sexy lingerie she 
was buying for her date with Archie. It was plain that Cheryl was 
very attracted to Betty's muscularity. "How about... saliva?" she 
whispered. Cheryl began rubbing Betty's muscular arm, and getting 
ready to kiss her. "Hmm. I don't know..." Betty was also 
beginning to feel aroused. After all, she had a silk teddy on, 
and this pretty redhead was quite nice-looking. "It's almost 
Archie's hair color," she mused.

They pulled the curtain of the changing room and kissed 
passionately. Their tongues played inside each other's mouths. 
Betty's nipples became erect and stuck out through the silk. 
Cheryl had a nice athletic build, and her large breasts filled 
the sweater she was wearing. One could tell that under her thick 
leggings and tartan skirt she had very nicely shaped legs.

After a few minutes of kissing, Cheryl closed her eyes, smiled, 
and announced, "Mmm. I think I can feel it working! I feel 
stronger already!" Sure enough, her muscles were growing. Her 
sweater began to fill out with bigger, stronger lats, pecs, and 
delts. Her leggings stretched as powerful new muscles were 
growing in her legs. Her skirt began to feel tight due to the 
increase in her glutes, so she adjusted the pin keeping it 
together. Fortunately, everything she had worn that day was 
easily stretched, so none of her clothes tore. Her bra, however, 
began to feel uncomfortably tight as her back muscles grew. Lucky 
for her that she worked in a lingerie shop so she could easily 
get a new one.

Betty left the store happy. As she walked through the mall, her 
terrific figure in her new clothes attracted many appreciative 
glances from both men and women. She was happy to get the silk 
teddy she wanted. It felt great next to her skin. It was fun to 
kiss Cheryl. Betty began to realize that she had bisexual 
leanings. She felt it was an act of generosity to share her 
strength and muscle with someone who desired it so much. She was 
flattered that even other women found her attractive. It put her 
in a good mood for her tryst with Archie.

Then she saw something which burst that happy bubble. Veronica 
was shopping in an exclusive boutique at the mall, buying large-
sized designer clothes. She looked completely different from 
before. Her body rippled with huge, massive muscles. Betty put 
two and two together. The last time she saw Veronica was a couple 
of hours ago at the Chocklit' Shoppe, getting into Archie's car. 
How did she get those muscles, if it wasn't from screwing with 
Archie? "He's going to have some explaining to do," she fumed. 
She had no desire to confront Veronica. She stormed out of the 
mall and decided to go home and wait for Archie.

While this was going on, Jughead and Big Ethel finally realized 
that they were the only customers left inside Pop's Shoppe. Time 
flew by. They had fallen deeply in love. Jughead began to see 
that his former aversion to girls was really a contempt for 
weakness. He disliked how weak most girls were. It reminded him 
too much of his own fragility. All his life he had wished to be 
strong, and now it came true. He had become attracted to Big 
Ethel not only because of her sexy muscular body, but because he 
finally took the time to get to know her. She is such a sweet 
girl, he thought, why didn't I ever notice it before? She even 
apologized for taking advantage of him earlier on during the day. 
Jughead told her that no apology was necessary. It took a series 
of events like that to make him understand the depth of his love 
for her, he explained. Besides, it gave him all these great 
muscles.

Jughead walked her home. At her doorstep, she dropped a hint. "My 
Mom is working late tonight..." Jughead didn't have to be drawn a 
picture. Big Ethel lived with her single mom who worked as a 
cashier in a 24-hour supermarket. They weren't rich; in fact, 
they lived in subsidized housing. But Big Ethel's mom was a good 
worker and frugal, and they made a nice life for themselves. The 
house was simply but tastefully furnished. Jughead felt a little 
awkward and foolish, but he picked up Big Ethel to carry her over 
the threshold of her bedroom. Even though she now weighed nearly 
200 pounds, Jughead handled her very easily. He gently plopped 
her on the bed, and they began to kiss and cuddle each other. Big 
Ethel flexed her biceps for Jughead, and he licked the bulging 
veins, kissing the separation with the triceps. Big Ethel rubbed 
his powerful pecs. They stroked each other's backs, feeling every 
little bulge. They were very inexperienced, a little scared and 
clumsy, but they made love very sensually that night.

Jughead left before Big Ethel's mom got home. His own folks might 
be getting worried, and it will be enough of a shock for Big 
Ethel's mother to see the transformation of her daughter, never 
mind finding a naked boy in her bed. They kissed goodbye, happier 
than they had ever been.

Dilton arrived at Midge's house punctually at the agreed time. He 
was still reeling from the events of the day, especially his 
sexual escapades with Miss Grundy, but he tried not to show it. 
His serum certainly had a lot of unforeseen consequences, he 
thought. Midge answered the door. Dilton was shocked to see that 
she was wearing only a bikini. She explained that she was coming 
out of the sauna. Indeed, beads of sweat glistened upon Midge's 
skin. For the first time, Dilton thought that she was beautiful. 
He never really thought about her at all before. She was Big 
Moose's girlfriend, that was all. Woe betide those who dared make 
a pass for Midge; they would soon encounter the full brunt of Big 
Moose's brawn. So Dilton never even really looked at her. He now 
saw that she was uncommonly pretty, with her petite frame and 
short dark hair.

She invited Dilton to come in to the indoor pool. Dilton thought 
that it was an unusual venue in which to do math homework, but he 
was a gracious guest and followed Midge. While doing so he 
noticed that she had the cutest little butt which wiggled 
seductively as she walked. 

They got to the pool, and Midge locked the door. Midge's parents 
were both professionals, so they were well-off enough to afford a 
house with a pool and sauna. Midge made Dilton sit on a lawn 
chair, and began to slowly glide her hands over her sweaty skin. 
"I'm so hot," she said. "What do you say we take a little dip in 
the pool before we begin?" "B-but I haven't brought a swimsuit," 
Dilton protested. "That doesn't matter," Midge replied. "We'll 
skinny dip!" With that, Midge put her limber arms behind her back 
and undid the top of her swimsuit. The sight of her creamy, 
perfectly round breasts shocked Dilton into a stunned silence. 
She then sexily stepped out of her bikini bottom, revealing to 
Dilton what Big Moose himself had never seen. She stood in front 
of him for a while, stretching sensually. Even though Dilton 
preferred older women, this was a sight that would arouse any 
red-blooded heterosexual male on the planet. Midge wordlessly 
peeled off Dilton's shirt and sweatpants. The size of his erect 
penis surprised Midge. "My," she teased, "your brain isn't the 
only exceptional part you have". Forgetting about getting into 
the pool, she began to expertly suck Dilton's cock. Big Moose 
didn't know this, but Midge was no virgin. Whenever her big 
bruiser of a boyfriend was away at an out-of-town football game, 
she would go to a bar, get in with fake I.D., pick up a guy and 
take him somewhere for a good fuck. Her parents were social 
butterflies and workaholics, so they were usually never home at 
night. Tonight they were at the Riverdale Opera House, enjoying a 
performance of Wagner's "Gotterdammerung", which should keep them 
away for a good six hours; counting the obligatory round of 
drinks afterwards.

Midge sucked Dilton almost to the point of orgasm, then she 
stopped to help prolong his pleasure longer. Despite her young 
age, Midge was actually more sexually experienced than Miss 
Grundy. She mounted Dilton, who was still seated, completely 
dazed by what was going on. Midge rode his shaft up and down, 
sometimes faster, sometimes slower, sending waves of pleasure 
through Dilton's entire body. The sexy scent of her sweat, 
combined with the musky odor of her cunt, filled his nostrils. 
Her nimble fingertips ran all over his torso, sending tingles of 
pleasure through his entire being. Her lips met his, and as her 
tongue probed deeply into his mouth, Dilton exploded into the 
greatest orgasm of his life.

At that moment, they heard a loud crack. Startled, they looked at 
the source of the noise. What seemed like a large, red-faced, 
furious monster crashed through the door. "DUH!" Big Moose had 
watched Midge and Dilton through the little window in the door. 
He had come to visit Midge, and, finding the front door open, 
went looking for her. Never had it ever crossed his befuddled 
little mind that Dilton, his "Lil' Buddy", would be having sex 
with his girlfriend. Just looking at Midge was an offense 
punishable by a severe beating. Fucking her meant death. Big 
Moose lunged at Dilton. In his surprise, the little guy had no 
time to react. Big Moose raised his fist to crush Dilton's skull, 
when the violent blow was stopped by some unseen force. 

It was Midge. She had become as muscular as the others. Her 
beautiful nude body now rippled with powerful muscularity. She 
was more than strong enough now to stand up to Big Moose, despite 
the difference in their height and weight. She twisted his arm 
behind his back, and Big Moose's face became contorted with pain. 
"Now you listen to me, you big lunkhead," she exclaimed. "I'm 
tired of your jealousy, I'm tired of your stupidity, I want you 
to go away now and leave me alone!" "Aw, Midge," Big Moose 
sobbed, "You're hurtin' me. Leggo!" Midge was ecstatic about her 
new strength. Never again would she have to fear Big Moose's 
potential for violence. She let him go, and he pretended to walk 
away. Suddenly, he turned again and swung his hammy fist at 
Dilton. "I'll kill him!" he yelled. Dilton quickly caught the 
blow with his hand, while Midge administered a painful punch at 
Big Moose's stomach. Winded, doubled over in pain, Big Moose 
could do or say nothing as Midge picked up his 300-pound body and 
easily carried him all the way to the front door, where she threw 
him out. She wiped her hands as if to say, "job well done'. 
Dilton had followed her, carrying his clothes. He was amazed at 
how beautiful Midge had become. Midge smiled at how he stared at 
her nude muscular body. Playfully, she began to flex her new 
muscles. She explored every bulge of her new body. She ran her 
hands down her thighs, up her buttocks, over her sides, around 
her breasts. She loved how sexy her new strength made her feel. 
She lay down on the rug, spread her legs and wordlessly beckoned 
Dilton to fuck her once more. 

Dilton was confused by guilt and shame. He felt guilty because he 
had sex with Big Moose's girlfriend. He was ashamed because he 
felt he was betraying Miss Grundy. He was confused because while 
he found Midge attractive, he would be even more attracted to her 
if she had gray hair and wrinkles. He pretended not to understand 
Midge's blatant sexual come-on, and said, "Oh, Gee, look at the 
time! I really must be going." He quickly dressed and ran out of 
the house. Midge was a little miffed, but shrugged her massive 
shoulders. "It was wrong of me to seduce him so deceptively," she 
reasoned. "Besides, with this new body I'll have no trouble 
finding another man."

Big Moose was nowhere to be seen as Dilton left. He ran home as 
fast as his muscular legs could take him.

Archie rang Betty's doorbell at precisely nine o'clock. She 
answered, looking magnificent in her new clothes. Archie, 
meanwhile, was still wearing the football jersey and sweatpants 
that Mr. Weatherbee had found for him. Betty had a pout on her 
face. She didn't go out, she didn't invite Archie in. "I saw 
Veronica at the mall just now," she said icily. "She was as 
muscular as the rest of us. Did you fuck her?" Her pretty blue 
eyes glared at him with anger. Archie hemmed and hawed. He toyed 
with the idea of coming up with some wild explanation about how 
Veronica had gotten angry with him when he told her he was 
dumping her, she threw something at him which cut him on the 
forearm, and Veronica felt sorry for it so she kissed the wound 
better. That's when the transformation took place.

Archie decided that if he was going to love Betty then he had 
better live with the truth. "Come with me, I'll explain." With a 
pout, Betty went into the car with him. They drove to a quiet, 
clean motel on the outskirts of town. They registered under false 
names, and paid cash for the room. The manager, who was of East 
Indian origin, gave a look that showed that he knew what they 
were up to, that he disapproved, but that he wasn't going to say 
anything, especially considering the fact that they looked strong 
enough to tie him in a knot. He glumly gave them the key.

Betty sat on the bed, patiently awaiting Archie's explanation. 
Archie paced the room for a while, then explained everything that 
had happened at Veronica's house, with all the details. Betty 
listened quietly, her face turning red, her eyes filling with 
tears. Archie sat down beside her. "You see, Betty. It's over 
between Ronnie and me. I love you." Then he produced something 
out of the pocket of his sweatpants. "Look, I've been shopping 
too." He showed her a little box. Then he opened it, and it 
contained a ring which sparkled with a small diamond. "It's not 
nearly as nice as what you deserve," he said, kneeling. "Betty, 
will you marry me?"

Betty was stunned. He had just told her that he had sex with 
Veronica, and now this? Suddenly, all the love that Betty had 
ever had for Archie came back to her. He had made a mistake, and 
he was man enough to admit it to her. She broke into sobs. "Yes! 
Yes! I love you, Archie!" He put the ring on her finger, and they 
hugged and kissed. They made love passionately, and their 
powerful bodies wreaked havoc on the cheap furniture of the 
motel. The manager was incensed. It turned out to be an expensive 
stay, but to Archie it was all worth it.

The effects of the serum proved to be permanent. Dilton not only 
got an "A+" on his chemistry project, he also became the youngest 
winner of a scientific Nobel Prize. He continued having sex with 
Miss Grundy; but the tabloids found out, and the scandal was all 
over the "infotainment" shows like "Hard Copy". Mr. Weatherbee 
tried to fire Miss Grundy because of her sexual misconduct, but 
he was too afraid of her. Midge, meanwhile, spread the serum far 
and wide with her promiscuity. She transmitted it to hundreds of 
men, who in turn passed it on to their partners, and so on, and 
so on. It was an epidemic of strength. Big Ethel and Jughead only 
had eyes for each other. They became legendary lovers, on the 
same order as Romeo and Juliet. Veronica used her strength to 
manipulate and control others. To her surprise, she found that 
many men found her even sexier than before. She became proud of 
her new body, and began entering bodybuilding contests. She 
easily won the teen nationals, but was disgusted when she came in 
second at the Ms. Olympia. "Politics! Fixed!" she cried. Miss 
Grundy, too, despite the scandal swirling around her, entered 
Masters bodybuilding contests, winning every one. Coach Kleats, 
the athletic director of Riverdale High, fielded co-ed football, 
basketball and hockey teams, winning state championships with 
each one. Big Moose and Reggie became friends, complaining that 
all the women were becoming too muscular, and being rejected by 
them. Archie and Betty married the day after graduation, and they 
lived happily ever after.

The end.