"Growth Cream"
by Femgrowth (femgrowth@yahoo.com)
A woman's life is changed by a skin cream which promotes muscle growth.



The following letter was received by Evelyn Crabtree, President and
CEO of "The Body Boutique", a worldwide chain of stores specializing
in cosmetics and skin care products.

Dear Ms. Crabtree,

My name is Alexandra Stupp, and I am a 41-year old secretary in a
large accounting firm. I'm a divorced mother of an eleven-year old
girl. I'd like to let you know how one of your products has changed my
life.

I have always been suspicious of advertising where you see letters in
praise of consumer goods. I have often wondered who has the time to
write about products they enjoy. I sure don't. I have always suspected
that these letters are actually written by advertising copywriters.
But I have enjoyed one of your products so much that I cannot keep
myself from writing you about it.

I was browsing in one of your stores a few months ago looking for
something to rejuvenate my image. You see, I have been recently
divorced from my abusive husband. My self-esteem was very low. As a
teenager I had been a pretty girl, but after eighteen years of being
insulted, belittled, and beaten, I had completely lost my last shred
of self-confidence. I was skinny, mousy, and painfully shy. At 5 foot
9 inches, I weighed only 110 pounds. I spoke awkwardly to strangers,
especially men. Now I was faced with raising my 13-year-old daughter
alone. I felt I had no hope of attracting a new man in my life.

So I perused the shelves in the hope of finding something that could
make me look and feel more attractive. One of your products caught my
attention. It was called "The Body Boutique Growth Cream", and had a
tasteful drawing of a full-breasted woman on the label. The label
claimed that daily application of the cream to the chest would result
in a larger bust within a few weeks. I was intrigued. All my life I
had wished for larger breasts, but I never could afford to get
silicone implants. Neither did I want them because of the health
risks. I read the label on the jar, and was reassured that all the
ingredients were natural. Some of them were quite exotic, coming from
the Amazon jungle. I also like the fact that you never test your
products on animals.

The cream was very expensive, and as a single mother my budget for
luxuries was rather limited. But I felt it was worth it, if it could
help me feel more confident about myself and help me find a man. It
took some nerve for me to bring it to the cash register. To her
credit, the sales clerk did not stare at my flat chest as she rung up
the purchase. Instead, she said that I would love this stuff. She said
that she started to use it herself. And indeed, she did have rather
large breasts for a girl of her slight frame, especially for an Asian
girl. The buttons of her blouse seemed to strain to keep together. She
wore no bra, explaining that she had outgrown all the ones she had.
Her breasts were firm and her nipples were erect, so she felt she
could wait until her next paycheque to buy herself some larger bras. I
felt reassured that the expense would be worth it.

As soon as I got home, I went to my room to try the cream. I took off
my shirt and my 34A brassiere, and rubbed a generous amount on my
chest. I loved the way the cream was quickly absorbed through the skin
without leaving a sticky film. I also loved the tingly feeling it left
on the area where it was applied. Instead of using it just once a day,
as the label recommended, I rubbed it on twice, in the mornings and
the evenings.

The first hint I got that anything was changing was that my appetite
increased considerably. I have always been a light eater, but now I
found myself almost constantly hungry. It was as if my body was
craving nutrients to build new growth. Even my daughter noticed that I
was eating more, and my co-workers were surprised to see me put away
so much food at the staff cafeteria. I overheard one woman say to her
friend, "How does she stay so thin, eating so much?"

It didn't take long to begin seeing a difference. Within a couple of
weeks, I began to notice bumps on my chest even through the loosest
sweaters. After about a month, men began to glance down at my chest as
I passed them in the hallway. Some of my blouses didn't fit me
anymore. I had to buy a new bra every ten days or so. Finally, after
about six weeks of using the growth cream twice daily, my breasts had
grown to the size I had dreamed about: 38DD. I was ecstatic.

Now when men talked to me they looked at my chest rather than my face,
and construction workers whistled when I walked by. I realize that
these behaviours are extremely annoying to most well-endowed women,
but for me, it was wonderful to finally be noticed by men. My new body
made me more sexually aware. I had always been demure and frigid (sex
with my ex-husband was always filled with disgust and loathing), but
now I felt energized and sexy. Old habits die hard, however, and I was
still self-conscious around men. At work I still dressed
conservatively in long sleeves and ankle-length skirts, but there was
no way to hide my well-developed chest even if I wanted to.

At first I thought it was a side effect of the growth cream, but I
became incredibly horny. I began thinking about sex all the time. Just
passing a man in the hallway could be an intensely erotic experience.
I would see him coming towards me, and I would undress him in my mind.
I would wonder about the length of his penis, I would imagine making
love right there on the floor. If by accident he would brush against
my elbow as he passed by, it would feel as if bolts of electricity
shot through my body. It would be enough to make me cream my panties.
Of course, I never gave in to these fantasies. I'm a respectable woman
and a mother. It would not do for me to become the office slut. But
the desire was so intense that I knew one day the dam had to burst.

One day a crucial file for one of our most important clients went
missing. I was assigned to go to the filing room to try to find it.
The filing room consisted of large cabinets on rollers filled to the
rafters with files and papers. An adjoining room, affectionately
called "the morgue", contained dozens of shelves filled with hundreds
of boxes containing thousands of files. These were records from
previous years. The file had to be in this mess somewhere. I started
searching with Michael, the junior filing clerk. It thought it would
take us all afternoon to find it.

At first we searched methodically and diligently, our silence
punctuated by Michael's silly little jokes. As time went on I noticed
that Michael would stare at me for a few seconds while he was
rummaging through the filing cabinets. I pretended not to notice, but
I could tell that he was attracted to me, even though I was old enough
to be his mother. He was barely 20 years old, tall, dark and handsome.
In fact, he was a total hunk. I could feel myself melting under his
attention. I could almost feel his eyes admiring my full breasts and
the curvature of my skinny legs and butt. I desperately wanted to
concentrate on the task at hand, but despite myself I could feel my
nipples hardening under my shirt and my pussy was getting wet. The
crotch of my panties became uncomfortably sticky with my love juices.
I wanted to excuse myself to the ladies' room to put on a pad but it
was urgent that we find that file.

Soon it was late afternoon, and we were the only ones left in the
office. We kept looking until finally I found the file buried deep
inside a box where it should never have been. Spontaneously, Michael
and I gave out a cheer. He came over to me and put his hands on my
arms to congratulate me. Our eyes met. On sheer impulse, I kissed him
full on the lips. My entire body felt as hot as a nuclear reactor
undergoing terminal meltdown. I dropped the all-important file,
scattering its contents all over the floor. While still embracing
Michael, I wriggled out of my clothes as fast as I could. Michael tore
his own clothes off. He hungrily began licking and nibbling my large
naked breasts. I moaned with pleasure as scalding hot cream gushed out
of my throbbing snatch. 

Lying on the floor with the client's papers, we fucked for over an
hour. Sex had never felt so good. At best, sex with my husband was a
disgusting chore. Michael introduced me to the concept that sex could
be playful, fun and pleasurable. What a lesson to learn at age 41!

After we were finished, we started gathering the papers that were
scattered. A few got a little wrinkled and ripped, but for the most
part they were okay. We blew on the ones that were stained with our
love juices to dry them. Something about this struck us as incredibly
funny and we giggled uncontrollably.

Michael and I are still lovers, and we make love at all times and
places. At work, we lock ourselves in broom closets, the photocopy
room, even the staff cafeteria. If anyone found out we were having sex
at work we would probably both get fired, but it's sometimes
impossible to contain our passion.

I can't believe that I told you all this in such intimate detail. I
used to be too shy to even say the word "sex", let alone tell a
complete stranger about my love life. One of the side effects of the
growth cream for me was the liberation of my sexuality. It made me
feel sexier and more confident. I'm no longer as inhibited.

I'd like to inform you of another side effect that I have discovered.
One day while applying the cream on my breasts I noticed that my
pectoral muscles had increased in size. I could see cleavage and
striations on my chest. It was as if the cream seeped through the
breasts and affected the underlying muscle tissues. I was disturbed by
this. Like most women, I didn't want to have muscles. I thought they
were ugly and unfeminine. So I stopped rubbing the growth cream on my
chest. In any event, my breasts were already large enough for my
taste. The jar was nearly empty, so I decided to give it a rest for a
few days.

After a while I began to think that there were a few muscle groups
that I wouldn't mind if they got bigger. I thought that my legs could
use some muscle, especially my skinny calves. I also would have liked
more meat on my skinny butt. I wanted bigger shoulders to accentuate
my small waist. And washboard abs. That would be nice. 

So I started using the cream on those areas. I could almost feel it
working immediately. I loved the way the cream tingled as it was
absorbed through the skin. It took a few weeks, but I started to see
and feel improvements in my body. My shoulders got broader, my
abdominal muscles more defined. When I shaved my legs in the bath, I
like to watch my calf muscles bulge when I pointed my toes. I also
enjoyed seeing the teardrop shape form on my thighs above the knees.
And men started to notice my new shapely derriere.

I began eating more than ever. I felt almost constantly hungry.
Fortunately I got a large bonus at work to help pay for all that food.
This was getting to be expensive: not only was the growth cream not
cheap, but factor in the cost of a new wardrobe every few weeks and
the tons of groceries, and pretty soon my monthly budget was out the
window. But the results were so impressive that I felt it was worth
every penny.

I found out that I was not the only one to have discovered the secret
of the growth cream. I went back to the Body Boutique shop in my local
mall to buy myself a couple of cases of this miracle product. It was a
quiet weekday night, and when I came in the two salesgirls were
passing away the time with an armwrestling match. They didn't notice
me at first, so engrossed were they in their test of strength. They
both had pretty sizable biceps for teenage girls, which bulged and
strained as the contest progressed. The girls were fairly evenly
matched. One was the slight Asian girl who had served me earlier. Her
breasts were even more fully developed than before, and her arms were
not as frail-looking as I remembered them. In fact, she had quite
respectable biceps for her age. Her opponent was Black, and I guessed
from her accent that she was Jamaican. She was very pretty, with
smooth skin and sensuous lips. She bit her lips in the effort of
defeating her friend, which she finally succeeded in doing. Her biceps
 were hard mounds of caramel-coloured flesh. I could see little veins
popping out beneath the skin. Watching the strength that these girls
had developed was so exciting that I didn't mind not being served
right away. I was so convinced of the growth cream's potential that I
bought twice as much as I had intended.

The cream worked just as well on my muscles as it did on my breasts.
Not only did I look and feel even sexier, I also felt stronger and
more energetic. As my legs, abs and shoulders began developing, I lost
my aversion to muscles. In fact, I became almost obsessed with the
idea of becoming bigger and stronger. I began to rub the cream all
over my body. My daughter helped by rubbing my back with it morning
and evening. Pretty soon hard, sexy muscles were popping out all over. 

Even my clitoris was getting larger. Sometimes I would masturbate with
growth cream still on my fingers. Michael soon noticed that my vaginal
muscles were getting stronger as well as the rest of my body.
Occasionally I used the growth cream as a lubricant during sex. I put
a fairly large amount in my pussy and then Michael's cock would rub it
all over inside me. I loved the feeling, and so did he. He said that
his cock tingled when he was screwing me. I noticed that soon his
penis did get significantly bigger, while my pussy muscles got
stronger and stronger.

I was especially proud of my new biceps. Before using the cream, they
were practically nonexistent. After a couple of weeks, I noticed that
they were getting hard little bumps when I flexed them. This was so
exciting that I began to rub more cream into them than on other parts
of my body. Soon my biceps were growing faster than other muscle
groups. I started wearing sleeveless shirts, partly to show off my new
growth, but mostly because I kept ripping the sleeves of my blouses
whenever I flexed.

And the strength! My new strength was thrilling! I started lifting
things around the house and the office, just to see how strong I had
become. My big old IBM Selectric typewriter felt as if it was made of
Styrofoam. After a little while I was lifting desks and filing
cabinets, couches and beds, even the front end of my car. Our office
had a bunch of old phone books in the recycling bin from major cities
across the country. I had fun on my coffee break ripping those in
half. When I was finished my arms were so pumped!

I loved the feeling of being strong. I joined a gym to get even
stronger, even faster. Fast-acting as the cream was, I was consumed
with the desire of becoming even bigger and stronger, and so I went go
to the gym twice a day to blast my new muscles. It was such a thrill
to lift heavier and heavier weights every day. I also understood why
Arnold Schwarzenegger compared the feeling of being pumped to sex. Sex
only stimulates a few parts of your body, while a good pump feels as
if your entire body has been fucked. It was such an incredible feeling. 

One day at the gym I saw these two young guys watching me. It was six
o'clock in the morning, and we were the only people there. They
couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty years old, but it was
obvious that they had been training for a long time. Their bods were
hot! However, on this day they had trouble concentrating on their
workout. They were preoccupied with watching my every move. I could
tell by the growing bulge in their shorts that they liked what they
saw, so I decided to give them a little show. I pretended to ignore
them, and then proceeded to have the most intense workout ever. I
would lift the heaviest weights I could, trying to impress them with
my strength. By the end of an hour my entire body was on fire. My
muscles bulged and my veins throbbed under my skin. I was soaked with
perspiration. I had never felt so horny in all my life. Breathing
heavily, I walked towards them and said: "Time for a shower". I turned
around and walked my sexiest walk to the ladies' locker room, hoping
they would take the hint.

They did. They peeked in the door just as I was peeling off my sweaty
workout clothes. I caught a glance of my pumped-up body in the mirror
and couldn't resist blasting a few poses. They approached me and began
kissing and fondling my hard, bulging biceps. Then each of them began
sucking one of my breasts. I shuddered with pleasure as my nipples
stuck out and hardened. They wiped the sweat off my body with their
hands, they licked it with their tongues. My pussy began to throb as
juice trickled down my powerful thighs. I stood, legs apart. One boy
began sucking my clit, while the other licked my anus. My entire body
felt as if it was going to explode. I came like I had never come before.

I lay down on my side. Even though these boys were young (I was older
than both their ages combined!) their enthusiasm more than made up for
their lack of experience. The one with the biggest, longest cock
received the privilege of screwing my hot snatch, while the other one
fucked me up the ass. All three of us developed a rhythm. We fucked
for what seemed to be half an hour. I tightened my sphincter and pussy
muscles, and they both came. I was stronger than either of them: they
were tired and spent, while I felt invigorated and full of energy. If
it hadn't been for your growth cream, I would never have been strong
enough to withstand being so thoroughly fucked by two men in this way.

I'm telling you all this not to brag about my exploits, but to let you
know the benefits I received from your product. I began to wonder
whether my sexual appetite was a side effect of the growth cream, but
I decided that it resulted from the self-confidence my new body gave
me. I determined that it would be safe to use the growth cream on my
daughter.

My daughter Becky is eleven years old. She is small for her age, but
years of ballet, figure skating and gymnastics had given her an
athletic body. You couldn't really say she was muscular, but she was
hard and wiry all over. She is a pretty redheaded girl who will turn
into a beautiful woman once she grows out of her braces, freckles, and
boyish hairstyle. Although she was athletic, you couldn't call her a
tomboy. She loved to wear pink dresses with frou-frou and lace. She
still played with dolls. Since the divorce she has been having a hard
time. She missed her father, who hasn't used his visitation rights in
three years. Her grades were slipping in school and lately her
interest in sports declined. It didn't help that she could not keep up
with the bigger girls in her age group. It was at that time that she
got her first period. It made me think that my little girl was now
becoming a woman.

I encouraged her to use the growth cream. I didn't tell her what it
was for; girls that age hate to stick out from their peers, and she
might shy away from something that would make her look different. I
just told her it was a special skin cream. She liked the idea of
having nice skin, and she especially liked the tingly feeling that
came when she rubbed it on herself. She used it twice a day, sometimes
three times. I told her to come to me whenever she wanted me to rub
some on her back.

The first change I noticed is that my little picky eater began to
finish her plate and ask for seconds. She ate ravenously. As far as I
knew, she was the only girl in her elementary school who had to take
two lunch boxes. I packed a huge lunch in her Barbie lunchbox, and a
large mid-morning snack in her Spice Girls lunchbox. 

It didn't take long for all that food to be converted to rock-hard
solid muscle. Becky was so excited when she first noticed. She ran
down from her bedroom one morning while she was getting dressed for
school. She was wearing only a pair of panties. "Mom! Mom!" she
exclaimed. "Watch this!" She flexed her arms to reveal hard little
biceps. The rest of her body had already changed a bit too. Her chest
had gotten thicker. Not only were her pectoral muscles beginning to
grow, but her little breasts were starting to develop. Ab muscles were
already showing. Her shoulders and lats were becoming noticeable. Her
thighs, calves and butt also acquired some size and definition. She
was so happy. When I told her that it was the growth cream that made
her muscles grow bigger and stronger, she resolved to use it even more
frequently. She used all her babysitting money to buy herself her own
supply.

Becky loved her new strength. Her gymnastics coach was impressed too.
She told me that Becky was getting much stronger on the apparatus and
was jumping higher in floor exercises. I soon had to cut off the
sleeves of her pink leotard to accommodate her growing arm muscles.
The ridges of her rock-hard abdominal muscles began to show through
the fabric. Becky was even using the men's equipment. She enjoyed
showing off her new upper-body strength on the pommel horse and on the
rings. She even did some very challenging strength moves, such as the
"iron cross" on the rings. Even I was amazed at how Becky's arm
muscles tensed and bulged when she demonstrated.

All that power gave a tremendous boost to Becky's self-confidence. She
started challenging boys and even grown men at armwrestling, and she
always won. She started doing triple-triple combinations in figure
skating lessons, and her coach was beginning to talk about Becky
joining the Olympic Team. Her gymnastics coach was also harbouring
similar ambitions. Becky might become the first female athlete to
compete in both the Winter and Summer Olympics.

And yet she remained the sweetest, nicest kid you could ever meet. She
did not have a mean-spirited bone in her increasingly muscular body.
She still looked like such a little girl, with her shy smile (she
insisted on pink braces) and her freckle-face. She was only barely
four feet six inches tall, and even though her body rippled with solid
rock-hard muscles, she was still girlish and feminine. She never used
her strength to hurt anybody... except once.

It all began one Saturday morning. Becky and I were lifting weights in
our living room. When her muscles began to develop she started coming
with me to my gym. She became a regular gymrat, and took to the
weights like a fish to water. She loved to get pumped up, but I didn't
like the atmosphere there. Despite the fact that she was only eleven
years old, men stared at Becky in an obviously lecherous way. I was so
shocked and angry. I guess it's hard to blame them. Becky's
muscularity made her look much older than she was. But I find it
disgusting that men can be attracted to little girls, no matter how
muscular or well-endowed they are. I had to threaten the worst
offenders with a pounding. After a while I felt uncomfortable bringing
her there so I bought ourselves a set of home weights for Christmas
(more expense, sigh!) I go to the gym alone now, and the sexual
attention is now entirely directed at me, the way it should be.

On this particular Saturday morning, Becky and I were doing standing
barbell curls in our living room. She was nearly as strong as I was. I
was so proud of her. We watched each other's biceps bulge as we curled
heavier and heavier weights. It was such a thrill to see how much
stronger we had become just a few weeks.

The doorbell rang. I was annoyed. I hated people to see me all sweaty
in my workout clothes. I assumed that it would be some door-to-door
salespeople or religious proselytizers. I prepared my polite brush-off
but I was shocked into silence when I saw who it was. It was Derek, my
ex-husband. He seemed just as shocked as I was. He just stared at my
huge breasts and bulging muscles. We just looked at each other for a
long moment. I couln't believe that he finally came to visit after
three years. I suspect that he couldn't believe how I had changed in
that time, either.

I heard Becky's voice from inside. "Who is it, Mommy?" She came to the
door. When she saw who it was, she exclaimed, "Daddy! You're back! I
knew you'd come!" and she jumped up to put her arms around his neck.
Her excited squeals broke the spell of silence. I said, "Derek! Huh...
What a surprise!" or something to that effect. He said, "Hiya,
Toots... Man, what happened to you? OOf... Hold on, there, Princess,
don't squeeze so hard. Leggo... Let your old man take a look at you.
Man, you've really... er... you've REALLY grown..." He was speechless
at seeing how his ex-wife and daughter had been transformed. 

I invited him in. Becky was so thrilled to see him. No matter how
badly he mistreated us in the past, he was still her father. I had
mixed feelings. I was glad that Becky finally had the chance to see
her dad again, but seeing Derek also made me recall the insults, the
abuse, the beatings. I also resented him for not sending a penny in
alimony or child support in three years, and for not keeping in touch
with our daughter.

We put the weights away and all three of us sat down and chatted.
While Derek was amazed at Becky and I had changed physically, I was
amazed at the changes in Derek. He was kind, cheerful, sober, and
amusing, which he had never been in all the years I was married to
him. He also took an interest in Becky. When he lived with us he
always ignored her and put her down. Now he sounded genuinely
interested in his daughter's activities. Becky ran to her room to
fetch her sports trophies. She came down with an armload of
gymnastics, figure skating and powerlifting trophies. She complained
that I would not let her enter bodybuilding contests. I told Derek
that I did not feel comfortable in letting Becky pose half-naked in
front of an audience of strangers. "Oh, Mom," she said, "You're just
an old fuddy-duddy. I can take care of myself." As if to prove her
point, she flexed her left bicep. I smiled at her and asked her to put
her trophies back in her room. She stuck out her lower lip but she
silently and dutifully returned upstairs with her hardware.

Derek spoke to me when we were alone. "Y'know, Toots, I've been
thinkin'. The Beckster's a great kid, and I'm sorry I stayed away for
so long. I wonder if it would be possible for us to have a go at it
again, you ^Ñn' me."

I was astonished by what he was proposing. It was ludicrous. I never
even imagined the remote possibility of Derek coming back into our
lives. He disappears for three years and then suddenly expects that we
can repair our relationship just like that? Not only that, I now
enjoyed my new life with my many, many lovers. I didn't need him! But
it would be nice for Becky to have her father around...

Derek could tell that I was at a loss for words. He said, "Hey, all I
ask is that you think about it. Would you mind if I stayed overnight?
I just got back into town and it'll be a while before I can find a
place to stay..."

I reluctantly said yes. I didn't feel right to turn him away,
especially since his arrival was so exciting for Becky. But at the
same time I felt as if things were happening too fast, too
unexpectedly. Derek got himself settled in the guest room.

We spent the afternoon together, hanging out, shopping, spending time
together. It was almost as if we were a real family again, and I began
to consider the possibility that we could indeed "have a go at it
again". After Becky went to bed that evening Derek and I had some time
alone together to get reacquainted again. We talked about a lot of
things. He said that he had a good chance in getting his old job back
in town. He was curious about Becky and I, how we had become so
muscular. I didn't want to tell him about the growth cream. I let him
think that we've been working out. He wanted to feel my biceps. I
flexed for him and let him touch my arm. He whistled with approval.
Despite myself, I began to feel hot and bothered. I wondered what it
would be like to make love to this "new and improved" Derek. But
emotionally I wasn't ready to have sex with him again. We went to bed
in separate rooms. I was so preoccupied by all that had happened that
it took me a while before I could go to sleep.

I had just begun to doze off when I heard Becky's voice. "Mommy!" came
the plaintive cry. Her tone of voice told me that there was something
wrong. I got up, and went to her room wearing only my nightgown. Along
the hallway I noticed that the guest room door was open and that Derek
wasn't inside. I opened Becky's bedroom door and was shocked by what I
saw.

Here was Derek on Becky's bed, his head being squeezed by her massive
thighs. I could see every striation of Becky's thigh muscles move as
she applied excruciating pressure on Derek's head. His face was beet
red, and he could only make muffled unintelligible sounds. Becky
looked upset.

"Becky!" I said, in a louder and sharper tone than I had intended.
"What are you doing?" Becky was crying. Between sobs, she tried to
explain what was going on. She said that she had been sleeping, but
woke up when she felt something rubbing against her skin. Her father
was feeling her muscles. Becky asked him what he was doing. All he
said to her, his own daughter, was, "So big. So hard. So sexy..." He
fondled her growing breasts and tried to... I can barely bring myself
to say it. Becky put it this way: "Daddy tried to kiss me ^Ñdown there'
but I didn't let him..."

I looked at Derek's red face, his nose and lips inches away from
Becky's little vagina. He still had an erection, the pig. I could feel
my blood boiling. Never in my entire life have I ever felt so angry.
Nobody messes with my daughter!

I can't go into details about what happened next, because it's still
before the courts. My lawyer says that there is a good chance I'll be
acquitted of the aggravated assault and attempted murder charges, and
that Derek will be convicted of attempted rape, incest and sexual
interference with a minor, unless he can plea bargainand plead guilty
to a lesser charge. One thing's for sure, is that we don't have to
worry about him or any other man getting away with molesting Becky.
Since the incident my little girl has been using the growth cream even
more, and exercising her powerful ass off. She's now unbelievably
strong. Not only that, but she has been taking self-defense courses,
boxing, and wrestling. No man in his right mind would try to harm her
in any way.

Well, all this to tell you that I am sincerely impressed with your
Body Boutique Growth Cream. I talk about it to all my women friends. 
I recommend it for every woman, especially those who have to deal with
creeps.

Sincerely,

Alexandra Stupp




==
R.B., "editor" of Femgrowth
e-mail: femgrowth@yahoo.com

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girls and women who have developed a high degree of muscular strength.
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