The Science Fair
by Femgrowth, femgrowth@yahoo.com
Schoolgirls develop powerful muscles, with erotic results.


The following is an article published in "Femgrowth", a magazine dedicated to 
girls and women who have developed a high degree of muscular strength.


CHAPTER ONE
HYDE ACADEMY FOR GIFTED GIRLS - FRIDAY, 10:54 PM

	The janitor whistled as he mopped the dark hallway.  Looking up, he 
noticed a light coming out of one of the classrooms.  He made a mental note to 
shut it off when as passed by, and continued swabbing the mop over the floor 
tiles.

	As he got nearer, he heard girl's voices. "Strange", he thought, "what 
would they be doing here at 11 o'clock on a Friday night?" He decided to 
investigate. However, it was not uncommon for students to stay late to do 
schoolwork. This was, after all, the Hyde Academy for Gifted Girls. Girls with 
high academic achievement from all over the state came here to complete high 
school in an atmosphere where they could have their intellects challenged and 
stimulated, without the distraction of boys. Students from other schools called 
the Hyde girls "H.A.G.G.s"; certainly the school's name suggested that acronym, 
but also it fit with the stereotype that these girls were all ugly nerds. 

	The janitor looked through the little window in the door. It was the 
chemistry lab. Two girls were inside, chatting excitedly, working on an 
elaborate array of chemistry equipment. The janitor knocked on the door, and the 
girls were visibly startled. He walked in. "Hey, you kids, watcha doin' around 
here so late?"

	The taller girl was about 5 foot 7, and even though she wore a lab coat 
the janitor could see that she was unusually skinny, bordering on anorexic. She 
could have been one of those waif-like models, except that she was not 
particularly pretty. Only a man with a fetish for the nerdy, bookworm type would 
have found her attractive. True, she had beautiful eyes, but her thick, Coke-
bottle-bottom glasses made them look like blue fish in an aquarium. Her lips 
were thick and sensuous, but her buck-teeth and braces distorted them in an 
awkward position. Her dirty-blonde hair hung limply by the sides of her thin, 
narrow, pale face. If he had to use one word to describe her, it would have been 
"mousy". She could do with a make over.

	The other girl was short and somewhat cute. She had lovely Oriental 
features and long silky black hair that hung down to her buttocks. Her lab coat 
was open, and the janitor noticed that she was relatively shapely, especially 
compared to her blonde friend, who was flat-chested and sickly.

	The blonde girl spoke up. She had a soft, high-pitched, girlish voice. 
"I'm Wendy and this is my friend Kim. We're finishing up an experiment for 
tomorrow's science fair. We won't be much longer."

	"Science fair, eh?" the janitor was aware about the science fair that took 
over the school's basketball court. He had to help set up tables and clean 
before the big show on Saturday. "OK, but I've got to get going. Turn out the 
lights when you're finished. The front doors will be locked. Just close them 
behind you when you leave." He noticed the blackboard was covered with 
incredibly complex chemical formulae. "And wipe that board when you're done with 
it". The janitor decided to trust them; what could these two girls do, anyway?, 
he thought. Besides, these brainy ones never seem to cause trouble. "OK", Wendy 
said, visibly relieved. She was worried that they would have been kicked out, 
just as her project was nearly complete.

	When he was gone, Wendy told Kim: "At last, my Amazon Strength Potion is 
ready. It took me six whole weeks to develop it, but it's finally perfected." 
Wendy Maloney was a genius in a school full of geniuses. Her I.Q. went right off 
the scale. When she was given an assignment to enter a project for the fair, she 
decided to develop a substance that would give a woman superhuman strength. She 
kept the nature of her project secret to everyone but her best friend, Kim 
Ts'ao. When asked, she would say that she was working on "the acceleration of 
tissue generation through the infusion of hormonal catalysts in the female 
endocrine-reproductive systems" This answer, though true, was obscure enough to 
deter further discussion.

	Kim Ts'ao was not up on chemistry. Her specialty was art and music. She 
could paint like a demon and play the cello like an angel. But when Wendy told 
her about W.A.S.P. (their pet code name for the project: it stood for Wendy's 
Amazon Strength Potion) she became very excited about the possibilities. "You 
mean, I'll finally be able to beat up my brother?" she asked disingenuously. 
Kim's 20-year old brother Donald kept wrestling her, tickling her ribs, groping 
at her. Kim was tired of these semi-incestuous games. She was 17, and this had 
been going on since she was 12. There was no point telling her parents. Donald 
was their first-born son, and could get away with anything and everything. There 
seemed to be no end to their parents' favoritism. Kim was just their daughter. 
In their traditional Chinese point of view, she didn't count nearly as much. 
Still, Kim's parents were pleased that their daughter showed artistic ability.  
"It might get you a good husband" her mother said. They enrolled Kim in Hyde 
Academy to foster her talents, and also to avoid having her go to school with 
boys.  Dating for her was out of the question; dating non-Chinese boys was even 
more unthinkable. When it is time for Kim to get married, the marriage will be 
arranged. Kim rebelled inwardly against this, but didn't dare confront her 
parents. All of her frustration at the injustices in her life were channeled 
into her powerfully expressive paintings and the hauntingly sad melodies of her 
cello. 
   
	Wendy Maloney trembled with excitement. The culmination of a life-long 
dream was finally at hand. Her whole life, Wendy had been a weak, sickly child. 
She was anemic and painfully skinny. Doctors tried to help her parents augment 
her diet with vitamins and hormone treatments, to no avail. Wendy's childhood 
was marred by bouts of illness so severe that several times it was feared that 
she would die. When she was well enough to go to school, she was unmercifully 
teased by her classmates. "Toothpick Legs", they would call her. "Stringbean. 
Beanpole. Bony Maloney." The list goes on. School was hell for her, especially 
gym class. She was always the last one picked when sports teams were being 
formed. She was always an easy target for schoolyard bullies. Being brilliant 
was no consolation; her self-esteem was extremely low. Despite her keen mind her 
grades suffered as she moped through elementary school. Wendy hated her body. 
She wished that she was strong instead of smart. She dreamed of big, strong, 
bulging muscles growing underneath her skin, her clothes ripping to shreds as 
powerful, muscular flesh rippled all over her body. Ever since she was a little 
girl, she fantasized about becoming Wonder Woman or Supergirl; she even ate 
entire cans of spinach in the hope of growing stronger. She secretly sent away 
for Charles Atlas' course which she read about in the comic books. Nothing 
worked for her. She was too sick to eat well and too weak to exercise. 
 
	Despite her low grades, Wendy was admitted to Hyde Academy on the strength 
of her phenomenal I.Q. scores. Hyde, it was hoped, would give her the 
opportunity to explore her growing interest in biochemistry while sheltering her 
from the social pressures of an ordinary high school. And blossom she did. Not 
having to take gym class, not having to look pretty for the opposite sex, she 
could indulge in her studies to her heart's content. 

	Kim and Wendy met in their freshman year. One day during lunch hour, Wendy 
was sitting in the hallway, her bony limbs straining to prop up a heavy 
chemistry textbook. Suddenly the achingly beautiful strains of a cello began 
wafting down the corridor. Wendy was not a music expert, but she recognized this 
piece. It was one of her favorites. She put the book down with a thud, got up, 
and went inside the music room.

	There was this pretty Asian girl, eyes closed in concentration, gliding 
the bow across her cello, seeming to implore it to sing and cry. The music 
poured out of the instrument, filling the room with its power. Her eyes, still 
closed, filled with tears as she tore out a final crescendo of resplendent 
purity and pathos. Then silence, interrupted by the sound of one person 
clapping. Kim opened her eyes with a start. She hadn't heard or seen Wendy 
coming in.

	"Barber's "Adagio for Strings'"Wendy simply said. Kim smiled, wiped her 
tears, and nodded.

	That day they had lunch together. Kim gave Wendy a taste of her passion 
for Bach, Debussy and Dvorak. Wendy spoke of the music of sub-atomic particles 
and cosmic strings. A friendship was born. They were both 15, physically so 
different, their interests so diverse, and yet with identical sensibilities, 
almost as if they shared the same soul.

	Now, two years later, having laid bare each other's innermost secrets and 
desires, the girls were ready to make dreams come true. Wendy filled a small 
vial with the opaque, milky liquid. 

	"At last! The Amazon Strength Potion!" she exclaimed. Her big blue eyes 
were fixed on the vial's precious contents. Her sensuous lips trembled with 
anticipation.

	"You'll definitely win first prize at the science fair," Kim said, "but 
how do you know it'll work?"

	Without taking her eyes off the vial, Wendy answered, "There's only one 
way to find out." She put the vial on the table and began to take off her 
clothes. She slung her lab coat on a chair and began undoing the buttons of her 
school blouse.

	"But, wait, Wendy, it hasn't been tested" Kim said, a note of alarm in her 
voice, "What if it's harmful, even poisonous?"

	Wendy turned her large blue eyes on her friend. "Ever since I was little I 
dreamed of becoming strong and muscular. I'd kill to have muscles. I'd die in 
the attempt." Sensing how serious Wendy was, Kim silenced her objections. Wendy 
let her skirt fall to the floor and peeled off her pantyhose. There she stood, 
in her bra and panties, the vial in one hand. "Get the camcoder. I want to 
record my transformation." Kim set up the camera on a tripod and focused it on 
Wendy. Except for seeing Wendy in her one-piece swimsuit when they went to the 
beach or the pool, Kim had never seen her friend's body. Ashamed of her bony, 
skeletal appearance, Wendy always wore long sleeves, and slacks or skirts that 
reached the ankles. The Hyde Academy for Gifted Girls required its pupils to 
wear the school uniform, a rule that was often stretched or broken by some of 
the girls, including Kim. Not Wendy. She loved to wear the blue blazer and long 
plaid skirt that hid her gaunt arms and legs.

	Kim was almost shocked to see how skinny Wendy was. She could see the ribs 
poking through her torso. Her elbows and knees stuck out, the joints visibly 
larger than the thighs. She looked so frail, Kim felt as if a slight breeze 
would knock her over.

	Kim got the camcoder whirring.

	"Go for it, Wendy!" she stood back to observe her friend. She wanted to be 
as encouraging as possible. They both took a deep breath.
	 
	Wendy took a sip. The milky, viscous liquid in the vial tasted slimy and 
gross. She licked her lips, and put the potion down.

	"Well, do I look any different? I sure don't feel any different." Wendy 
shrugged, and looked at her arms. They were still skinny. She flexed her left 
arm, rubbing it with her right hand. Her bicep wasn't even hard.

	"Maybe it takes a while for the potion to work", Kim suggested.

	"URK!" Wendy gasped, as if on cue. Suddenly her entire body felt tense, as 
if struck by a spasm of electricity. "URGH!" She shook with excruciating pain.

	"Wendy! Are you all right?" Kim asked in obvious concern. But only groans 
could escape her friend's lips.

	After a few agonizing moments Wendy managed to mouth a sentence: "I can 
feel it WORKING!"

	Kim watched in amazement as Wendy's body underwent a startling 
transformation. She could literally see her friend's musculature growing. From 
an emaciated 88-lb. anorexic, Wendy began to look like a fit aerobics 
instructor. Her muscles weren't huge, but she looked healthy and toned for the 
first time in her life. Kim could no longer make out the ribs on Wendy's torso, 
and the bony shoulders became enveloped with noticeable deltoids. Her toothpick 
legs and knobby knees turned into shapely thighs and calves. When she flexed her 
biceps, a small, hard ball of muscular flesh appeared.

	"WOW!" Kim said. "It worked! You've You've changed!" Even her friend's 
breasts seemed a little bigger.

	"Mmmmmmmmm, yesssss" Wendy moaned in agreement. Contortions and cries of 
pain ceased. Her lips curled into a satisfied grin as she flexed and unflexed 
her new muscles. Waves of pleasure washed over her as delicious feelings of 
strength coursed through her veins. Her eyes half-closed with ecstasy, she 
examined her new body in the full-length mirror. "This is like a dream come 
true, Kim", she said in a soft voice. "I never thought I could become so 
STRONG!" Wendy admired the changes in her body. Her once once-bony buttocks 
became round and full. Her cleavage, nonexistent a moment ago, was now obvious. 
But the most exciting thing to Wendy was the change in her arms. She had always 
desired to have bulging biceps, and although her arms were not even as big as, 
say, Rachel McLish's, it was a thrill for her to flex them and see her biceps 
balloon up. "Come and feel these," she asked Kim. 

	"Wendy! Your arms are as hard as steel!"

	"I wonder how strong I've gotten." Wendy scanned the room for something to 
lift. Her blue eyes rested on the big black filing cabinet. It was almost as 
tall as she was, and full of heavy books and papers. Wendy strode towards it, 
squatted down and placed her hands at its base.

	"Wendy, that thing must weigh a ton," Kim objected.

	"By my calculations, only about 800 pounds or so." With a little feminine 
grunt, Wendy lifted it off the floor and straightened up to her full height. She 
held the filing cabinet at arm's length, her body trembling a little from the 
effort. As she put it down again, Kim exclaimed, "Wow, Wendy. You're even 
stronger than you look!"

	Wendy flexed her little biceps. Veins pulsated all over her arms. Suddenly 
a strange desire came over her.

	"If only one sip is this good", she speculated, "what would happen if I 
drank the whole thing?"

	She picked up the formula from the table.

	"WENDY, DON'T!!!" Kim shouted, hands lifted up in alarm as Wendy began to 
gulp down the white fluid. "What if it kills you???" She pleaded, powerlessly, 
as Wendy kept drinking. "Besides" she added as her friend finished off the last 
few drops, "leave some for meeeeeee"

	"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Wendy's entire body exploded in a fit of 
convulsions. Her face contorted with pain as her muscles grew at an alarming 
rate. Kim couldn't believe her eyes. Wendy's biceps soon grew to the size of 
tennis balls, then to the size of grapefruit then to the size of melons, and 
they were still growing. Her bra strap snapped under the strain of her expanding 
chest and back muscles. Her legs became striated with knots of convoluted 
muscles. Sweat poured from her every pore. Kim couldn't help noticing that 
Wendy's white panties became soaked at the crotch, the fabric becoming 
unbelievably tight, almost failing to contain her growing rock-hard buttocks. 
"UNH! AAARGH!" The sight of Wendy in pain was too much to bear for Kim, who hid 
her eyes in her hands.

	Within a minute, which seemed much longer, the transformation was over.

	"AAAAAAAAH! WHAT STRENGTH! WHAT POWER!" Wendy exclaimed. "I FEEL AS STRONG 
AS HERCULES!"

	Kim slowly opened her eyes. She was dumbfounded by what she saw. "W-
Wendy!" she stammered, "y-you look magnificent!"

	Wendy smiled at her friend. "I feel magnificent, Kim." Reassuringly, her 
sweet, feminine voice hadn't changed. Everything else had. Wendy's entire body 
glistened with sweat, filling the room with a pungent yet not-unpleasant odor. 
She simply reeked with strength and muscle. Wendy stood in front of the mirror 
and ran her hands all over her new body. Her skin felt unusually warm to the 
touch, despite her near-nakedness, and she was amazed at how hard her new 
muscles were. She removed the shreds of her bra and admired the growth of her 
breasts. Ordinarily she might have felt shy about exposing her chest to her 
friend Kim, but that was when she was a 32-A cup. She glanced at herself for a 
long while, flexing each of her newly built muscles in turn. Kim stood in awe, 
all the while repositioning the camcoder to capture every angle of her friend's 
spectacular body.

	Wendy suddenly understood the myth of Narcissus in a new light. It was 
possible to fall in love with one's reflection after all. 

	Feeling a little ashamed at this, she shook herself from the mirror and 
said, "Let's go to the school gym. I want to see how strong I've become."

	Kim took the camcoder while Wendy threw on a school sweatshirt, size XXXL, 
which she had brought in advance. It was the largest they had at the school 
store, and even so it fit Wendy's new torso rather snugly. Kim noticed that it 
accentuated Wendy's form rather nicely, even though it was neon pink with the 
letters H.A.G.G. printed on it. Not one of the store's bestsellers, she thought.

	The pair ran down the deserted school hallways. They found the gym door 
locked. "No problem", Wendy said. And with a twist of her mighty wrist, she 
ripped off the doorknob, lock and all. "Gee, Wendy," Kim said, "do you think we 
can break into the cafeteria later and get some eclairs?"

	When Old Widow Hyde left all her fortune to the endowment of a school for 
gifted girls, the trustees had more money than they knew what to do with. One 
thing they did do was build the school a decent gym. Fancy, state-of-the-art 
machines and literally TONS of weights filled the large room. Hardly anyone ever 
used it, except for the gymnastics team, the swimming team and occasionally the 
ballet club and the odd figure skater.
Athletics were not a major program at Hyde Academy.

	Wendy walked over to the heavy end of the dumbbell rack. Why anyone 
thought that a high school full of brainy teenage girls needed a pair of 200-lb 
dumbbells, no one ever knew. Until today, no one even looked at them, much less 
entertain the thought of actually lifting them. But Wendy picked them up with 
ease. "Hmph. These are too light."

	She strode over to the Olympic Weightlifting bar and stacked it as heavy 
as she could, handling 100-lb plates as easily as if they were cookies. When the 
bar was so full that it couldn't hold any more plates, Wendy put her hand in the 
tiny space in the middle and started doing one-armed curls. "That's better," 
Wendy said. "I actually have to strain to lift this."

	Kim opened her lovely Oriental eyes in shock. "Wendy! That's over a ton 
you're lifting! With one hand!"

	"Then it's a good thing you've got it all on video" Wendy answered. "The 
Guinness people will want some proof. Don't worry, Kim. I'll whip up a new batch 
of the potion so that you too can become as strong as I am."

	Kim looked at her friend's magnificent body. "Gee I dunno Do you feel any 
side effects?"

	"None whatsoever. I've never felt better in my life! Except" Wendy put 
down the huge barbell as if it was merely a phone receiver and sat down at an 
incline bench. Beads of perspiration appeared on her forehead. She squirmed her 
hips in seeming discomfort.

	"Except?" Kim prompted, concerned for her friend's health.

	"A funny feeling down here becoming hot and moist" Wendy began fingering 
her crotch. Her panties were soaked with sweat. "It appears that the potion is 
affecting my libido." She began rubbing herself vigorously. "In other words," 
she said between pants, "I'm feeling unbelievably HORNY!"

	Sheltered and undesirable as she had been, Wendy had never given much 
thought to sex. She once had a crush on a guy named Brad, but he ridiculed her 
mercilessly and she strove to avoid such feelings ever since. Now the thought of 
achieving orgasm consumed her. Sitting on the incline bench, she furiously 
rubbed her inflamed clitoris. "Oh. I want to cum so much, it hurts!"

	Kim was transfixed by the sight of Wendy masturbating before her very 
eyes. Seeing Wendy's massive body heaving and contorting awoke a peculiar desire 
in her. Although Wendy was incredibly muscular, she was still unmistakably 
feminine. She looked at her face. It hadn't changed. Kim always thought that 
Wendy was prettier than people gave her credit for, and indeed she was cute in a 
goofy sort of way. Her thoughts were interrupted when Wendy let out a terrific 
moan. "I'm so excited by my new strength!"

	"So am I," Kim said in a loving tone. She bent down over Wendy and began 
rubbing her body. Feeling the hardness of Wendy's muscles under her sweaty skin 
had a stimulating effect on both of them. Kim felt the elasticity of Wendy's new 
breasts, expressed surprise at how hard her nipples had become. She bent down 
lower and began kissing and licking them. Wendy closed her eyes and gave out a 
little moan. Kim knelt down in front of Wendy and peeled off the wet panties. 
She gently pushed Wendy's hand aside as she cupped her fleshy lips onto Wendy's 
most sensitive part. Kim's tongue darted in and out of her mouth, lapping up the 
odorous, salty wetness. "Mmmm. It tastes so good, Wendy" "Aaah. It feels so 
good, Kim".

	Neither of them had ever thought of themselves as lesbian. Wendy, of 
course, was a virgin. She had never even been out on a date. Kim, on the other 
hand, sometimes had sex with guys, mostly out of spite for her parents' tyranny. 
But neither had ever felt a particular attraction for the other until this 
potion turned their lives around. Kim found that she enjoyed the raunchy taste 
of Wendy's pussy.
 
	Quivering with ecstasy, Wendy looked down at the lovely Chinese girl. Kim. 
Her best friend. Her lover. And why not? They stimulated each other 
intellectually and emotionally, why not physically? Whereas a moment ago Wendy 
felt the sexual tension throbbing and pulsating in her temples, now she relaxed 
and let Kim's tongue bring her to realms of sexual ecstasy she had never even 
imagined. Over and over again Wendy's body exploded with cataclysmic orgasms, 
drenching Kim with more juice to lick.

	As Wendy began to feel satisfied, she looked at her partner. Kim is 
beautiful, she thought. It was true: Kim had a gorgeous face, with enchanting 
dark brown eyes, lovely complexion and sexy full lips. Her hair was silky and 
raven-colored. Her body was well-endowed and athletic, with shapely legs formed 
by years of ballet.

	Kim was still wearing her clothes. Suddenly they heard the sound of 
something ripping. "Oh! W-What's happening to me?" Kim said, her body 
stiffening. Again a ripping sound. 

	Wendy sat up on the bench. "Kim, are you all right?"

	"I suddenly feel so STRONG!" Kim said as she flexed her upper arms, 
tearing the sleeves of her blouse. Her chest and back expanded, ripping her 
shirt at the seams. Her buttocks' growth strained her skirt to the breaking 
point. She was growing bigger and more muscular with every passing second. She 
gave out an unearthly moan as the transformation ended.

	Kim's muscularity underwent a tremendous increase. She was by no means as 
huge as Wendy, but she would have placed reasonably high at a national women's 
bodybuilding competition. Her breasts, which were already quite large for an 
Asian girl, looked rounder and firmer than ever before.  "How how did this 
happen?" she blurted out, in shock. Wendy smiled and said "It would seem that 
the formula quickly becomes concentrated in bodily fluids. You must have 
absorbed a large quantity of it by swallowing my vaginal emissions."

	Kim smiled broadly and gave Wendy a big hug. "Sometimes you sound like 
such a doctor. Never mind winning the science fair, Wendy, you're bound to win 
the Nobel Prize!" Kim picked up those 200-lb dumbbells and proceeded to crank 
out a dozen reps of bicep curls. Swollen veins and softball-sized biceps bulged 
under her tawny skin. "What a blast! Being strong is exciting!"

	Wendy quickly started getting dressed. "I can't wait to report these 
exciting new findings in my journal!"

	"Ahem." Kim cleared her throat. "My turn." She sat down on the bench, 
opened her legs, and beckoned Wendy to come to her.

	Wendy looked at Kim's wet, inviting pussy. "On the other hand," she said 
as she began slurping Kim's love juices, "the journal can wait."

					*******
CHAPTER TWO
HYDE ACADEMY DORM ROOM - SATURDAY 8:02 A   “M

	The next morning, Kim woke up to the face of Albert Einstein looking down 
at her. It took her a while to realize that she was in Wendy's dorm room, and 
that Wendy had a poster of Einstein above her bed. (Kim, of course, had a poster 
of Beethoven instead). She looked at Wendy sleeping beside her. Kim's heart 
skipped a beat. Wendy's face was actually beautiful when she took off her 
glasses and slept. Then she remembered last night, how they made love in the 
gym, and then put away their equipment in preparation for the fair. She 
remembered how they spent some time testing their new strength. They abstained 
from vandalizing school property. They could have bent lampposts and ripped 
trees out of the ground, but they were not destructive by nature. However, on 
their way to the dormitory they lifted Mrs. Pinch's Volvo and turned it upside 
down on its roof. Mrs. Pinch was the principal of Hyde Academy, a humorless, 
dried-up old crone. The two girls thought that their prank was hilarious, and 
they giggled all the way home. Kim looked down at her arms, flexed, and...

	Her muscles! What happened to her muscles? She looked down at her body and 
realized that the potion had worn off. She was the same size and shape as she 
had ever been. She tore the sheets off Wendy, and gasped at seeing her skinny 
naked body. Just then Wendy woke up. "Hmph", she said sleepily, "Good morning, 
Kim. Did you sleep well?"

	"What happened to us, Wendy? Where's our strength?" Wendy explained that 
she was still working on making the potion's effects permanent. "But don't worry 
there's a new batch off the stuff waiting for us at the school." Wendy, ashamed 
of her naked body, quickly threw on a bathrobe.

	Kim couldn't believe that this was the same girl whose powerfully muscular 
body had turned her on so much the night before. She felt a little embarrassed 
by what had occurred between them. It was as if they had been drunk, they 
couldn't control themselves. Wendy was her friend, her best friend, no more, no 
less. Besides, neither had ever shown lesbian inclinations before. No, what 
happened between them last night was only the result of excitement at the 
success of Wendy's research.

	Wendy was brushing her teeth in the small, tidy washroom. Kim stood in the 
doorway, swallowed hard, and said, "Wendy about last night"

	The blonde spat toothpaste in the sink. "Don't mention it, Kim, really 
don't. We both got excited and carried away. I like you so much your friendship 
means so much to me. But let's face it. It's men that we want. That's the reason 
I made this potion in the first place, for men to find me irresistible. Even 
last night when you were eating me," Kim blushed at this, "it was Brad I was 
thinking of. I want you to understand, Kim. Last night was very special for me. 
It was the first time I had sex with anyone. But I need a man to fill this void 
inside of me." Wendy choked back her emotion, as she rinsed her mouth with 
water.

	Kim went over to her and they hugged warmly.

	They showered together, "No sense wasting hot water," they reasoned. After 
their experiences of the night before Wendy could no longer be shy being naked 
around Kim, but she still lived in dread at the emaciated condition of her own 
body. Kim was beautiful and shapely, and Wendy couldn't suppress the dull ache 
of jealousy. She burned with desire  to take the potion again so that she could 
regain her massive muscles. All she could think of is how wild and wonderful it 
felt to be strong and powerful. Just the thought of growing bigger and stronger 
again made her increasingly excited sexually. Under the pretext of washing 
herself, she discreetly began to rub her engorged clitoris. Kim was unaware of 
this, preoccupied as she was with washing her long mass of silky black hair. 
Wendy came with a moan. All of a sudden, her entire body became rigid. She felt 
a momentary paralysis through her limbs. Looking down, she could see her muscles 
growing. "Kim! Kim! It's happening again!" The Oriental girl washed the shampoo 
out of her eyes. She was dumbstruck to see her friend's nude body becoming more 
and more muscular, her breasts growing larger, right before her eyes, right 
there in the shower. She turned off the water. "Wendy! What's happening? Did you 
put the potion in the water supply?"

	Moments later, while they were drying off, Wendy explained what happened. 
With some embarrassment, she admitted masturbating in Kim's presence. "It would  
appear that the formula stays in the bloodstream and can be triggered by sexual 
stimulation I would enter this in my findings but one case isn't conclusive. It 
may very well be that I merely experienced a form of relapse."

	Kim smiled at her. "Well, Ms. Scientist, let's do an experiment." She 
threw her towel on the rack and lay down, naked, on the bed. Looking at Wendy's 
newly-built body, she began to rub her own breasts and crotch. "Pose for me, 
Wendy," she implored.

Half-ashamed, half-flattered, Wendy turned around. For a moment Kim thought that 
she was going to retreat back into the bathroom in shame, but instead she began 
to flex her back muscles as Kim watched. Knots of convoluted muscles rippled and 
bulged all over Wendy's back as she hit a back double bicep shot. The smaller 
girl was lying on the bed, fingering herself. Kim couldn't believe that the 
massively muscular woman standing before her was her friend Wendy. Just a few 
minutes ago, Wendy was a stick figure. Now her bony ass had turned into round, 
rock-hard glutes. Her skinny legs acquired powerful thighs and calves. Her puny 
arms were bursting with size and strength. Kim grew more and more excited as 
Wendy's posing grew more and more confident. Before long, she let out a yell in 
Chinese: "AI YAAAAAA! HAO AH!" Her body underwent convulsions as waves of 
ecstasy swept through her, causing the potion to activate. She could literally 
feel her body filling with strength and energy. In less than a minute, her 
muscularity reached levels similar to Wendy's. "Oh, that's so good" she said, 
out of breath and perspiring profusely. Rubbing her skin, she could feel the 
muscles hardening. "Mmmmmmmm. I love the feeling of being strong!", Kim said in 
her softly-accented voice.

"And I love the smell of your sweat," Wendy said as she got dressed. 
Fortunately, confident of the success of her experiment, she had bought some 
XXXL clothes. Today was the day of the science fair, so she wanted to look good. 
She had the foresight to buy one of those blouses with big, puffy sleeves. Even 
so, the fabric clung and strained as she moved her arms. "I'll have to be 
careful not to get any bigger, or else I'll never find anything to wear!"

Kim tried to put on her school uniform, but it was all torn from her previous 
transformation. "Here," Wendy said, "I've got a spare". She gave her a 
sleeveless black mini dress which showed Kim's arms, cleavage and legs to their 
best advantage. Admiring herself in the mirror, Kim said "I can't believe you 
even own something like this. It's a lot sexier than what you usually wear." To 
which Wendy replied, "Hey. If you've got it, flaunt it." Old habits die hard, 
and today Wendy opted for the professional look. Long-sleeved blouse and slacks. 
There was no hiding that impressive physique, however, and Kim was concerned 
that Wendy's clothes would rip off at the slightest movement.

Her fears were unfounded, as it turned out. They made their way, clothes intact, 
to the school. It was early on a Saturday morning, and the campus was all but 
deserted. They did encounter a couple of their classmates. Sally, a chubby girl 
who excelled in creative writing, caught sight of the transformed pair while she 
was on her way to the cafeteria for breakfast. Her mouth hung open in amazement. 
Lori, who was the most popular girl at the school, walked by them as she was 
sneaking back home from an all-night party. She rubbed her eyes in wonder, 
wondering if she had drunk too much.

Wendy and Kim got to the chemistry lab and lifted up heavy boxes full of 
chemical apparatus and equipment. "We've got to have all this stuff set up by 
the time the science fair opens at 10 o'clock," Kim said. "Do you think we can 
make it?" "No sweat," answered Wendy. She piled up three wooden crates the size 
of washing machines one on top of the other and easily lifted them. Kim got two 
crates containing mainframe computers the size of refrigerators and lifted one 
in each hand. They went down to the basketball court.

Once they got to the table designated for them, it didn't take long for Wendy to 
set up her experiment again. Kim helped, even though she couldn't tell a beaker 
from a bazooka. They turned on the spigots and soon distilled a new vial of 
their potion.

The room was a bustle of activity. The science fair that Hyde Academy was 
hosting was city-wide. High schools from all over town were represented, and all 
students were encouraged to attend. There were also many parents and teachers in 
the crowd. Exhibits ranged from the sublime, such as a working scale model of a 
particle accelerator, to the ridiculous, such as one examining the gas 
composition of human flatulence. Because Hyde Academy was the host of the 
science fair, Wendy got to set up her table on the auditorium stage. Beside 
Wendy's table were a couple of geeks who had built a suspension bridge out of 
toothpicks, and on the other side was a simple presentation of Newton's laws of 
motion, prepared by three bored-looking girls from Central High. People milling 
about couldn't fail to notice Wendy and Kim especially Kim, looking radiant in 
her dˇcolletˇ dress, muscles bulging with every movement. The nerdy, geeky guys 
at the next table couldn't take their eyes off either of them. "What a 
pulchritudinous babe!" exclaimed one, indicating Kim. "Look at her blonde 
friend! A most remarkable specimen of bodacious femininity!" retorted the other.

Kim was used to receiving admiring comments from men, so she paid no attention 
to them. Wendy, however, blushed with gratification. No male had ever paid a 
compliment on her body before. It was all she could do, in her sexually 
heightened state, not to offer herself right then and there to these two wimpy 
guys. She restrained herself by thinking of Brad. Even though he had been cruel 
to her, calling her names, she held a torch out for him ever since Junior High, 
when he was in her class. Now that she had this new body, she hoped that Brad 
would fall in love with her. Wendy knew that he would be at the science fair. 
She heard from a neighbor who went to his school that he was working on a 
project studying the aerodynamics of a thrown football. She sighed. Typical 
Brad. The football hero. The Big Man on Campus. The Jock. He didn't have one 
tenth of Wendy's intelligence, but she adored him nonetheless. She even enjoyed 
his insults because at least it meant that he paid her some attention. She 
couldn't wait to show him her new sexy, muscular body. She felt sure that he 
couldn't resist her now. The thought of Brad popping her cherry was almost too 
much for Wendy, and she resolved to think of something else before her sexual 
excitement showed itself. She could already feel her nipples hardening under her 
blouse, and she became acutely conscious of her cunt lips parting, her feminine 
moisture drenching her panties, trickling down her powerful thighs. She hoped it 
didn't stain the crotch of her pants. She decided to excuse herself to the 
ladies' room to put on a pad.
On the way there she noticed Brad's exhibit. Rather shoddily done, but Wendy 
didn't care. She was in love, and she was consumed by the idea that her new 
powerful body would turn any man on, especially the boy she cared for so much. 
She saw Brad, but he didn't see her. She felt like going over to him to show off 
her new body, but she knew that the judges would soon be calling for 
presentations. She quickly made it to the ladies' room and locked herself in a 
stall. There she masturbated, thinking of Brad, until she came with a tremendous 
moan. As her whole body convulsed in ecstasy, she could feel her muscles growing 
and hardening. Veins popped out all over her body, and her clothes came 
dangerously close to ripping. "Wow," she thought, "every time I cum I get bigger 
and stronger. Tonight's the night I finally get laid. I'm so excited!"

	She got back to her table just in time. It was her turn to do a 
presentation of her work. With the whole roomful of people listening 
attentively, she launched into an incredibly complex explanation of how her 
Amazon Strength Potion worked. She wrote out interminable chemical equations on 
the blackboard. She elaborated brilliant anatomical theories. She was on a roll.

	Naturally, the crowd's eyes glazed over. Wendy was losing them in a sea of 
technicalities. Kim saw that people were losing interest. She saw a frail 
looking girl with a black eye standing next to a big bruiser type of fellow. Kim 
had an idea. Just as Wendy was explaining the tissue regenerative properties of 
arginine and boron, she interrupted. "Enough with the boring stuff! Who'd like 
to volunteer to try the potion?" Without waiting for an answer, she pointed her 
muscular arm to the sickly-looking girl. "You! The skinny redhead with freckles 
and a black eye! Come up here!"

	The whole room turned to the girl. Shyly, she looked around to see if Kim 
was actually referring to another skinny redhead with a black eye. When she 
realized that she was the one Kim was indicating, she blushed a deep red. Her 
boyfriend, the big tough-looking guy, was growling a warning: "It's your damn 
fault that you made me hit you. Don't get me mad again by making a fool of 
yourself up there." But Kim insisted, and the girl managed to make her way up to 
the stage. 

	"What's your name?" Kim asked.
	"Susan." The girl replied with obvious embarrassment.
	"How did you get that black eye, Susan?"

	The girl looked nervously over to her boyfriend. "Er... I walked into a 
door. Clumsy, huh?" 

	Kim ignored that obvious lie. "How would you like to be big and strong, 
Susan?" With that question Kim flexed her enormous bicep, to the gasps of the 
audience. Not many people had noticed how big Wendy and Kim had actually become.

	Susan gulped in amazement at Kim's huge arm. Meanwhile, Wendy was a little 
offended at the interruption of her brilliant scientific exposition. "Boring 
stuff? Hmph!"

	"I... I would love to become as big and strong as you..." Susan finally 
said.

	"Then drink this." Kim handed her the vial of potion. Susan looked at it 
for a few seconds, looked at her boyfriend who was making angry, disgusted faces 
at her, and drank it down.

	It was a hot day, and Susan was wearing a halter top and cut-off jeans. No 
sooner had she finished drinking the potion did the crowd react to the changes 
occurring in Susan's body. She was undergoing tremendous growth. Muscles became 
immediately apparent in her arm and legs, and her abs began to stand out. Her 
growing breasts stretched the fabric of her halter top, while her growing 
buttock muscles actually began ripping the denim of her shorts. Susan let out an 
orgasmic moan. "AAAAAAAH! I... I feel so... so STRONG!" 

	Kim and Wendy were looking at Susan's boyfriend's reaction. They were 
amused to see the shock and fear showing plainly on his face amidst the 
amazement and cheers of other spectators. When Susan's transformation was 
complete, they thanked her and, as she walked off the stage, watched her drag 
her big bruiser of a boyfriend out of the gym for a "lesson". Even though Susan 
was only 5' 4", with her massive muscles she could easily lift up her much 
larger boyfriend, who was easily 6' 2" and 230 lbs. The next time anyone saw 
that boy again was in a hospital.

	Since the presentation was over, the crowd began to disperse. A few young 
women went over to Wendy to ask about the potion. Wendy explained how the potion 
worked with a woman's hormonal system and only worked on pubescent, pre-
menopausal women. "Huh?", went the group. Wendy sighed, and said it worked only 
on girls and women who are having periods. One girl asked what would happen if a 
boy drank the potion. Wendy told her that a male would not experience any effect 
at all, but that he would become a "carrier", which means that his bodily 
fluids, including his blood and semen, would carry the potion for some time and 
that he could "infect" a woman through blood-to-blood contact, or, more 
commonly, through vaginal or oral sex. Any woman he would sleep with would 
become a superstrong Amazon within minutes of absorbing the semen of a male 
carrier. The girls kept asking questions, which Wendy patiently answered, until 
she saw someone familiar at her table out of the corner of her eye.

	It was Brad.

	Wendy's heart skipped a beat. Finally he's come for me, she thought. He 
wants me. She smiled at him.

	"Hi, Brad!"

	"So. Bony Maloney went from a titless wonder to a musclebound freak. I 
didn't think you could get any uglier until I saw you today. But how would you 
know? With those thick glasses, I'll bet you don't even realize how disgusting 
you look. All those gross veins. You look like a guy. We should start calling 
you Arnold What's-his-name. I used to think that any change in you would be an 
improvement. I guess I was wrong. Why don't you join a freak show?"

	And on and on Brad went, insulting the girl who loves him so much. All of 
Wendy's hopes and dreams deflated instantly. Her heart broke and her eyes filled 
with tears. Even though she could easily have shut him up with one blow of her 
mighty fist, it never even occurred to her to hurt Brad. Instead, she covered 
her face with her hands and ran to the bathroom, crying. 

	Meanwhile, Kim was witnessing this scene and growing angrier and angrier. 
When Wendy left, she marched up to Brad and said, "You Asshole. That's my best 
friend you're insulting like that."

	Brad looked at Kim's pretty face, chuckling at her angry scowl. "So, 
whadda ya gonna do about it, Chinkie? You're kinda cute, for a Gook, even with 
all those muscles. They suit you. I wonder why you hang around a nerd like 
Maloney. Why don't you come to my place? I'll bet I could fuck you like nothing 
you've ever had before."

	Kim couldn't quite believe her ears. "What a monumental jerk!", she 
thought. But then she had an idea. "OK," she said. Then she went to find Wendy 
to explain her plan.

	When she found Wendy in the girls' bathroom she saw that the potion had 
somehow worn off. Wendy's eyes were red with tears, and her skinny frame was 
swimming in those extra large clothes. Wendy told Kim that certain emotions, 
like sadness or fear, produced signals in the body which reversed the potion's 
effect, while "strong" emotions, such as sexual excitement or anger, could 
trigger a relapse of muscular growth. Kim hugged Wendy, and Wendy burst into 
tears again. "I love him! I love him so! Why doesn't he love me?" Kim kept 
comforting her in her strong arms. Soon Wendy stopped crying. She was enjoying 
the feeling of Kim's muscular body next to hers. She started feeling the rock-
hard shoulders and sinewy biceps. Wendy let her hands roam to Kim's large, firm 
breasts, and felt the nipples hardening under her touch. Their eyes met, and 
their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Kim lifted Wendy up by the waist, and 
Wendy's slacks, which had become too big for her, slid off her legs. She felt 
light as a feather. Kim slipped off Wendy's panties and lifted her up to her 
mouth so that her she could easily devour Wendy's juicy cunt. It didn't take 
long for Wendy's strength to return. As her orgasms grew in intensity, so did 
her muscles regain their previous size and strength. More than ever. Her growing 
arms ripped the sleeves of her blouse, and two buttons popped as her breasts 
swelled to the size of watermelons.

	Kim put Wendy down. "Now listen to my plan."
	
	Some minutes later, when the girls emerged from the washroom, they learned 
that Wendy had won the grand prize at the science fair, which included a trophy, 
a ribbon, and a scholarship. Forgetting her emotional distress, Wendy gracefully 
accepted the prize. All applauded, especially the two geeky guys who had built 
the model of a bridge. They hooted and whistled and hollered their heartfelt 
congratulations. The only one not applauding was Brad, who stood in a corner, 
snorting his contempt. 

	That night Kim and Wendy went to Brad's house. When his parents were away, 
Brad took the opportunity to invite girls over for sex. Kim rang the doorbell 
while Wendy hid in the bushes. She went in, and Brad started moving on her right 
away. He was about to grab her enormous breasts. She stopped him by holding his 
wrists so hard he was afraid they might break. "I'm not ready," Kim said sweetly 
and innocently. "Oh, did I hurt you? It's that darn potion of Wendy's. Sometimes 
I don't know my own strength."

	Kim's plan was simple. She would tease Brad into having a hard-on and then 
Wendy could come in and rape him. That will teach him for being such a sexist, 
racist pig. She walked sexily around the house, exuding sensuality. She 
pretended not to notice that her miniskirt was slightly hiked up, giving Brad a 
good view of the crotch of her panties. Pretending to be interested in the books 
on the bottom shelf of the bookcase, she bent down, exhibiting her beautiful 
round ass. "Mmm," she said, "you read all these books? I'm extremely turned on 
by men who read."

	Brad, rubbing his sore wrists, said the obvious: "Huh... Yeah. Sure." He 
ogled Kim's shapely form, from her flared calves to her tapered back. He 
couldn't believe that he was about to fuck such a goddess. His prick started 
getting hard. His pants bulged uncomfortably. Kim walked up to him and thrust 
her impressive chest under his gaze. She glanced down at his growing cock and 
said, "is that a cucumber in your pocket or are you glad to see me?" She deftly 
unzipped his pants, took his member in her hand and squeezed with her powerful 
grip. Brad winced in pain but Kim saw that his cock was as hard as it would ever 
be. She gave the whistle signal for Wendy to come in. 

	They were both surprised by what they saw. Brad of course didn't expect to 
see Wendy at all, especially not while his prick was being held by a sexy 
muscular Chinese girl, but Kim was surprised to see that Wendy's muscularity had 
disappeared again. This was not part of the plan. The idea was for Wendy at this 
point to pin Brad down and have her way with him. In her present non-muscular 
state, she would have trouble pinning his little finger. This called for a quick 
change of plans. To buy time, Kim threw Brad to the floor and sat on his face. 
His nose would have broken if it hadn't coincidentally lodged in her anus. His 
face thus immobilized, and unable to cry out, Kim used her strong arms to keep 
the rest of his body relatively still, despite all his efforts at thrashing 
about in a vain attempt to escape.

	"What happened to you, Wendy?" Kim's voice reflected concern for her 
friend's condition, but also annoyance that their plan seems to be foiled. 
Because of this nervousness, she started to feel her strength flagging. She 
panicked as she noticed her muscularity decreasing. This feeling of panic in 
turn accelerated the weakening of her body. She was still strong enough to hold 
on to Brad, but it was getting increasingly difficult.

	"I don't know, Kim. The potion seems to have a yo-yo effect on me. Kind of 
like Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde. I was feeling nervous and afraid and I could 
feel the strength seeping out of my muscles." She was talking to her friend, but 
all she had eyes for was Brad's tremendous cock sticking up in the air. The 
thought of having that manly member inside her stimulated her profoundest 
desires. With a flutter, she could feel her vagina lips tremble and moisten. A 
little of her strength started returning. She decided to take action.

	As she was taking off her clothes, she told Kim "hang on to him a little 
while longer." This was not particularly difficult for Kim, and she rather 
enjoyed it, grinding her ass and cunt into Brad's face. Even through her panties 
it felt extremely sensual. She could feel her muscles growing again along with 
her excitement. Meanwhile Wendy, who was now naked except for her glasses, 
straddled Brad's cock. At this point she had the physique of a gymnast or a 
ballet dancer. She held his shaft up at the correct angle, and, taking a deep 
breath, impaled herself upon his masculinity.

	Wendy let out a cry of pain as the hard cock pierced her hymen. For a few 
seconds, her entire body went stiff as waves of pain washed over her. When the 
hurt passed, she blinked a few times and tentatively began to move herself up 
and down Brad's rod. She had never made love before (and even though she was 
irrationally in love with Brad this act could in no way be called "making love" 
from his perspective) so she proceeded slowly and carefully. Soon her confidence 
grew and she began to writhe quite expertly. Her juices gushed and she could 
feel her strength growing. Without pausing the grinding motions of her pelvis, 
she looked down with half-closed eyes at the hard muscles bulging in her arms. 
This seemed to excite her even more than the sex act itself. She redoubled her 
efforts. She squeezed Brad's cock by tightening her pussy muscles, muscles she 
didn't even know she had. She pumped up and down his shaft the way no woman ever 
had before. Before long she exploded with a seismic orgasm that shook every 
fiber of her being. This of course caused her muscularity to increase to 
superhuman proportions. Brad as well couldn't contain his pleasure at these 
sensations and came like he never had in his life. 

	Kim watched all this with growing excitement. It was kinda touching to be 
present when your best friend is losing her virginity. She bent forward and gave 
Wendy a big, juicy kiss to congratulate her. But something didn't feel right. 
Wendy had just given Brad the best sex he would ever have in his sorry little 
life, and this was supposed to be punishment? Kim could see that Wendy was 
clearly strong enough now to easily handle Brad all by herself, so see got off 
Brad's face, much as she enjoyed rubbing her clit on his nose. 

	Wendy looked down at Brad's face, her heart melting with love. Brad's nose 
was a little red from being rubbed against Kim's crotch, but otherwise he was 
none the worse for wear. He looked up at Wendy with revulsion and disgust. "Get 
off of me, you stupid, ugly cunt!" He snarled. Wendy could feel her heart 
breaking. Brad's limp cock was still in her sopping pussy. "D-don't... don't you 
love me?" she asked, her lower lip trembling. "Love you! I'd rather fuck a 
horse, you stupid bitch!"

Now whatever you may call Wendy, "stupid" is not a word I would recommend. Wendy 
was very proud of her high I.Q.; she felt that it was the only thing that made 
her special and valuable. Wendy could feel her anger rise in her throat, and 
with it an increase in size and strength. She kept Brad pinned between her 
powerfully muscled thighs. But though she felt wounded and insulted, she 
couldn't bring herself to hurt Brad. Instead she instantly formulated her 
revenge. She slid up to his mouth and began rubbing her wet pussy on his lips. A 
mixture of her love juices and his own sperm trickled down his throat. Brad 
tried to protest, but whatever words he was mouthing were unintelligible. It 
didn't take long for Wendy to again explode in a terrific orgasm, almost 
drowning Brad with her jism. He had no choice but to swallow copious amounts of 
it. Wendy's muscularity increased again, and Kim couldn't believe her eyes. 
Wendy's growth was incredible. No human being had ever had such muscles. With a 
twitch of her hips she could easily have broken Brad's neck, but instead she got 
up off his face. Brad was lying there, half-asphyxiated, with feminine cum 
oozing out of his mouth.

"Let's go," Wendy said.

Wendy could find no clothes that could fit her super-muscular body, so she 
wrapped a bed sheet around herself. Kim caught up to her and saw that she was 
crying. "Let's go back to Hyde Academy. I just want to crawl in a corner and cry 
myself to sleep", she sobbed.

Kim couldn't stand seeing her friend feel so hurt. "I'm gonna go back there and 
demolish that puny son-of-a-..." But Wendy stopped her.

"No." She regained her composure. "I've punished him for life."

"How so?" the Chinese girl asked. "It looks like he's made a fool of us, getting 
his rocks off on us and ending up insulting and hurting you."

"Remember I said that a man drinking the potion would become a 'carrier'? There 
was enough potion in my cum to infect him forever. That means that any woman who 
ever comes in contact with his semen will become a super-amazon, like us. For 
the rest of his life he'll have to either give up sex or risk turning any future 
lover into someone with the power to hurt him."

"You're one smart cookie, Wendy."

"That reminds me. I'm famished. Let's go home and order pizza."

*****
EPILOGUE
CENTRAL HIGH STADIUM - MONDAY 7:30 PM

The team was losing big by halftime. Brad, the star quarterback, made several 
errors which resulted in interceptions, fumbles, and sacks. The whole locker 
room was in a foul mood. Brad decided to get out of there and find his 
girlfriend Jodi who was a cheerleader. The girls were supposed to do a big 
halftime show, and they were waiting on the sidelines for the signal to come on 
the field. 

Jodi saw Brad coming. She was concerned about him. Ever since the night of the 
science fair two days earlier he didn't seem to be himself. His face looked 
pretty bruised, but of course Brad couldn't tell her that two powerful muscle 
girls had used his nose for a dildo. Instead he told her that he had gotten into 
a fight at the bar.

The girls were lined up on the sideline, pompoms at their hips. Brad went up to 
Jodi, grabbed her by the arm and told her "C'mere". It was a tone that suggested 
that Brad was not to be refused. Brad had never been violent with Jodi, but she 
was afraid of what he might do. He was big and strong (which is what she liked 
the most about him) and he had a short temper. 

Brad took Jodi to a maintenance room and locked the door behind them. He then 
proceeded to casually undo his football pants. Jodi spoke up. "What's this 
about, Brad? We're supposed to do our halftime show any minute now." Brad 
snorted. "Cheerleading. Girlie stuff." He took off his jock strap. "I want you 
to suck my dick." He glared at her menacingly, as if to mean "...or else." After 
his humiliation at the hands (or shall we say the thighs) of Wendy and Kim, he 
felt the need to prove his manhood again. And the best way he knew how to do 
that was to make his girlfriend go down on him. Whether she wanted to or not.

"Can't it wait until after the game?" Jodi said. They had been going out for 
only a few weeks, and had gone only to the heavy petting stage. Jodi was upset 
that Brad chose such an unromantic place and time to make advances to her. The 
thought crossed her mind that maybe she ought to break up with him. He's cute, 
but can be such a jerk sometime. "I hear the band starting. I have to go on the 
field." She tried to walk past Brad and go out the door, but suddenly doubled 
over with pain as the wind left her. Brad had sucker-punched her in the stomach. 
"No. Not later. Not after the game. NOW!", he growled. He grabbed her by the 
hair and forced her to kneel in front of him. Her mouth was open, gasping for 
breath. Brad shoved his erect penis inside it.

With tears in her eyes, Jodi began to suck Brad's cock. She didn't want to, 
especially now that he had hurt her so much. But what she wanted even less was 
to get hit again. After sucking him for a few seconds, she struck a bargain with 
him. "I don't want to swallow your cum, OK?" He said, "Sure, baby. I'll let you 
know when I come."

Jodi worked hard, loathing every second of it. She couldn't wait to have this 
humiliation over with so she sucked him as well as she could. Being the 
prettiest girl in school she had already had several boyfriends, some of whom 
she had gone all the way with. But she had never performed fellatio before. 
After a few minutes she felt Brad's hand grab the back of her head and pushed 
his penis down her throat. She almost gagged as she felt the hot jism fill her 
mouth. Brad's copious ejaculation was over, and the taste of it filled her 
completely. It was a few seconds before she could speak again.

"You pig", she said, suddenly not worried of Brad's potential for violence. "You 
said I didn't have to swallow it!" She hated the taste on her tongue. Brad 
looked at her with a disgusted sneer. "I lied. What are you going to do about 
it?" He started getting dressed again. Jodi looked at him with hatred. She would 
definitely break up with him, but at that moment she wanted more: she wanted 
revenge. How she was going to do it, she hadn't the faintest clue, but she was 
determined to get even with him.

Jodi got up, wiped the tears from her eyes and smoothed down her cheerleader's 
uniform. She became aware that her clothes suddenly felt tighter on her. 
Meanwhile, a delicious feeling of power seemed to fill her body. She looked 
down. Her chest seemed to be expanding, stretching the thick cloth of her 
uniform. Her leg muscles began growing. She looked at her arms. The sleeves of 
her uniform began to rip as her muscularity increased.

Instinctively, she began to rub her arms, feeling the hardness of her biceps. 
She flexed, and huge balls of rock-hard flesh burst out of her sleeves with a 
loud tearing sound. She suddenly felt hot all over. Every single nerve ending in 
her body seemed to tingle. She closed her eyes, enjoying the increasing strength 
as her muscles kept growing. "Mmmmm", she moaned. "Feels so good..." Through 
half-closed eyes she looked down as  the growth of her pecs and breasts couldn't 
be contained by her bra and cheerleading uniform. They ripped to shreds. Her 
entire upper body was naked in all its muscular glory, while even her pleated 
skirt lost its folds as her buttocks and thighs grew to fantastic proportions. 
"What did you do to me, Brad? I feel so powerful!"

There was no answer. Brad witnessed her transformation with shock and horror. He 
decided to sneak out before Jodi could hit him the way he had hit her. Jodi was 
still in the throes of her growth spurt, so she didn't notice that Brad left the 
storeroom and locked it from the outside. It was only when she heard the 
deadbolts slide that she realized that Brad had locked her up and run away.

"If I had known that swallowing a guy's sperm could do this for me, I would have 
done it long ago!" thought Jodi. All her life her only power had come from her 
looks. She was thrilled with her new physical strength. But still she desired to 
get even with Brad, and now she possessed the means to do it. "When I get my 
hands on him," she thought, "I'll be able to do some heavy damage. He'll be 
sorry he messed with me." She walked over to the heavy iron door and pulled the 
lock off as if it had only been made of paper. With a punch of her mighty fist 
she broke the deadbolts right off their mooring. The door was three inches of 
steel, yet she could bend and fold it as if it were tin. Now free, she looked 
down the hallway to the field. The third quarter was about to begin. Brad was 
probably back with the team. She began to go in that direction, when she 
realized that she was nearly naked. Magnificent as her new body was, she had no 
desire to exhibit herself to all those people. Games against Southview always 
attracted the largest crowds of the season. She had to find some clothes fast. 
But where was she going to find anything that fit her now? She ducked into a 
locker room. There she found a football uniform. It was the black and gold of 
Southview's team, not the burgundy and white that she had worn as a cheerleader 
for Central. She got an idea for revenge. She remembered that one of Southview's 
defensive backs got injured in the first quarter. This must have been his 
uniform. She put it on. The shoulder pads were a little bit small for her, but 
she managed to get everything on in time for her to join the team by the fourth 
quarter.

Central was losing badly. Her friends on the cheerleading squad were not as 
peppy as usual. No one noticed Jodi as she took her place on the defensive line. 
She had tucked her long blonde hair into her helmet. She didn't answer the coach 
or the other players when they addressed her. Finally the ball was snapped back 
to Brad. Jodi powered her way through Central's offensive line like a hot knife 
through butter. She lunged at Brad and sacked him. Painfully. She lay on top of 
Brad for a moment, looked into his face and smiled sweetly. "Hello, lover boy." 
She said. She wished she had had a camera to record the look on Brad's face when 
he saw that he had just been thrown down by his girlfriend. 

Second down. Jodi got up and joined her team again at the scrimmage. She didn't 
acknowledge the cheers from her teammates, but she enjoyed the pats on the bum 
she was getting from them. The aphrodisiac aspects of the potion were kicking 
in, but her desire for revenge was still stronger than her sex drive. She saw 
Brad looked nervous in the huddle. He was probably telling his teammates to 
watch out for number 69, which was the number on her jersey.

Southview's coach thought something looked funny about his defensive back. The 
padding on his chest sorta looked like the breasts of a well-endowed girl. Oh 
well, he said. With that last play he didn't care what padding the guy wore.

The ball was snapped back again. Jodi again crashed through the opposition 
easily. Brad began to run, but Jodi's powerfully muscular legs blasted her 
faster than even she thought possible. Before she caught up to him Brad threw 
the football. Jodi smashed him to the ground even more painfully than before. 
She watched as the ball sailed towards one of her teammates. Damn, she thought, 
if he intercepts then I won't be able to finish Brad off next down. Fortunately 
the player dropped the ball.

Two sacks in a row. People began to notice this player, number 69. Long blond 
hairs began to fall out of his helmet. Could it be a girl? It sure wasn't 
Dwight, who normally wore that number. Didn't he get injured in the first 
quarter? Southview fans didn't care. As long as he (or she) could play like 
that, they wouldn't mind if it was an alien from outer space.

At this point Brad was freaking out. He went to the sidelines to beg the coach 
to replace him, but with only a minute to go the coach refused. "Get back in 
there. Your playing was a disgrace today and I want you to enjoy your last play 
as Central's starting quarterback."

Brad gulped as he caught Jodi's eye at the line of scrimmage. She fixed a wicked 
smile at him. Swallowing hard, he called for the snap. He fumbled it. While 
other players from both teams scrambled for the football, Jodi smashed into Brad 
once more. She wrapped her muscular thighs around his head and squeezed until 
she could hear the helmet crack. She removed her own helmet in order to show 
herself to all onlookers. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back.

"It's Jodi!" people said. "Why is she playing for the other team?" "What is she 
doing to Brad?" "How did she become so strong?"

Jodi finally got up. She made sure that Brad wasn't dead. She hoped she taught 
him a very important lesson: Don't hustle with a girl who's got muscle! She took 
off her jersey and acknowledged the crowd by flexing her enormous biceps. The 
spectators let out a collective gasp. Then she made her way to the showers. More 
than anything right now, she wanted to wash the sweat off her skin. Then she 
would let all the guys on the football team suck her swollen clit.



*The End*

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