Carrie asked "Can you do something for my legs ? " I said "Look at them now." They were already swollen with muscle bigger than any of those boys. Let me add a little. I rubbed my sweaty palm over her right quadricep.

"Oooh that feels good... ohmigod!" she said as she looked at her leg. The quads were exploding like overfilled balloons with dark lines of quivering muscle.

Each little movement of her leg sent rippples down her thigh. Her quads pushed my hands 4 inches backwards as they expanded to their full size.

"Yikes , those could pop a football !" I exclaimed.

"I'll have to remember to try that later" Carrie said.

After I had massaged her left leg to the same size, she dressed and headed home.
The next day I ran into my friend Angie at lunch. Angie was a mousy 16 year old who had barely made the cheerleading squad. She was the smallest, weakest one and always had trouble with the routines. I thought she would make a perfect addition to our little club.
I asked her how things were going.
"You know, always the same. They are threatening to kick me off the squad if i don't start pulling my weight." "Would you like my help ?" I asked. Under the table I began to rub my hands against my jeans to free up some strength-enhancing sweat.

"Sure but what can you do?".

"Let's armwrestle and I'll show you."

"Ok but you know you'll win. These pipecleaners aren't very strong" she said, looking at her slim arms.

We grasped hands and I said "Go". I held her hand vertically as she struggeld against me. Of course I was many times a strong as her but I could feel her efforts growing. After a minute I could see a ball of bicep muscle growing on her slim arm. Her grip was tightening and her forearms were starting to writhe with impressive muscles. The veins were being forced to the surface by the growing muscle underneath adding vascuarity to her forearm. Even her fingers were swelling. Her first awareness of the change was the tightening of her class ring. "What is happening to me ? ". Her fingers thickened as her strength grew until the pressure snapped the weld holding the ring together. It fell with a tinkle onto the table.

"Look at my arm !" Angie exclaimed. "I'm getting muscles !".

"We're just getting started, girl" I said. "Try to pull my arm down."

As she exerted herself her bicep expoded several inches in height tearing a 3 inch gash in her short sleeved blouse.
"Wow I feel as strong as an Ox!" she cried. "Thanks Joan!".

I spent the rest of our lunch hour rubbing her down in the girls locker room. She emerged looking the same as before, until she flexed. Then she would have rivalled any woman bodybuilder on the planet!
Angie couldn't wait to show off her newfound ability. Toward the end of her next class (PE) she talked the boys PE teacher into armwrestling. He puffed and groaned for a good 5 minutes as she just smiled sweetly. Finally the bell rang for the next class. "Gotta go" she giggled and slammed his arm to the table. "ARGHH" he cried as his wrist smashed into the tabel top. "Oops" Angie apologiezed. "I guess I don't know my own strength, tee hee."

Angie headed for cheerleading practice after school. Today would be different she thought. She passed the boys track team running laps. "Hey chicken legs" the team captain yelled at her. "I'll show them " she thought.

The other cheerleaders were stretching and warming up on the grass. "Hey Rick, come here" she called to her boyfriend. "I wanna show you something."

"Hi sweetie, what is it ?" Rick asked.

"You know how you lift the other girls overhead in the halftime show ?

"Now Angie, we've discussed this before. It doesn't bother me that you are not strong enough to do that stunt. I love you anyway."

"No Rick I want to try it with you today. I'll be on bottom this time."

"Come on, you can't lift me. I outweigh you by 60 lbs at least."

"Well it can't hurt for me to try."

"OK hon, but don't hurt yourself."

Grasping Rick's hands she effortlessly pressed him over head. She held him there for several seconds letting him absorb what had just happened. "

"Man are you strong !" Rick cried. Her arms were not even quivering as she held his 160 lb body at arms length over her head.

"Wanna go for a run ?" she asked as she began to walk toward the track oval. Her paced picked up as she joined the boys track team. They gaped as the slim cheerleader passed them with her big boyfriend held high in the air. As she passed the team captain he got his first good look at her legs. They were stronger and thicker than a woman's legs had a right to be. Not that they were unfeminine. But with every stride huge slabs of muscle rode up and down her legs as she ran. "She's got legs like a horse !" he exclaimed. Glancing back, Angie yelled "I like that animal much better than a chicken !" and off she ran. Press Here for Part 3