Brandi3 by Marknew (Two twenty-something women are in a small apartment in a high rise building, preparing a dinner for guests. One, Sandra Jennings, is slender, about 5'6", with dark blondish hair and a sharp nose, small breasts, narrow hips, thin but well-toned arms and a bit of a pinched, mean expression. The other, Candace Brown, is 5'4", a bit overweight, including, happily, in the bust and bum, and has dark hair and eyes and an eager, almost childish, though insecure, smile.) C: He won't mind will he? S: Oh I don't think so. He shouldn't. And she was so excited to be meeting us. C: But you know he hates surprises. What if he gets angry? S: (frowns) I guess he could go home. C: But then he'll miss dinner, and, you know! S: I know. And I'm SO horny! He'd better not leave. Oh, it's time for the roast to come out. (Bell rings.) C: And that's him! (waits for elevator to arrive and then two seconds later opens door) Hi Mark! M: (hugs her, squeezes her behind and then looks down her top at her large breasts) Hi Candi. You look nice, and dinner smells great! C: (shakes her shoulders to jiggle her fleshy boobs) Oooooo, thanks Mark! (giggles as he watches and then squeezes her breasts) S: (emerging from kitchen) Ahem, Ahem. M: Oh hi Sandi! (goes to her and put an arm around her. she grabs him and hugs him tightly.) Mmmph! It's good to see you both! (she pinches his butt) Hey! S: Heh-heh. You should be working out more Mark! M: (grabs her wrist and twists it behind her back) I'm working out enough to handle you! S: (leans back on his shoulder and rubs her ass against his crotch) Oh do show me how! M: I sure will! (notices table set for four. looks disappointed) Hey, is somebody else coming? C: Uh, we invited another friend of yours. We wanted to meet her. S: You're so mysterious about her all the time. C: I hope that's all right. M: I thought we'd have time afterwards together, you know, the old two-on-one .... S: We don't mind three-on-one! There's something I've always wanted to do to you -- if you were pinned and helpless. M: Well, (thinking it might be Violet, a very cute girl at his office he's mentioned) okay, I guess. C: She said she'd bring the wine. M: (furrowing brow) Violet doesn't drink. S: Not Violet! Brandi! M: Brandi! Oh no! (S and C look at each other with dismay) C: We thought you'd be pleased. She, uh, didn't sound prudish, you know. We thought she'd probably also -- M: You don't understand. She's very demanding, very powerful, a bit dangerous and also she's ... (Bell rings.) S and C: ...here! Oh what shall we do! (they look startled by the knock on the door) S: That's funny, I didn't hear the elevator. C: How'd she get up so quickly? M: (shakes head) She must have ... oh, you don't want to know. C: (pulling at him, playfully) Of course we do! S: (at the same time, opening the door) Hello -- (looks up at B in shock at her size. B towers over S, who barely reaches the height of B's breasts. Notwithstanding the cold November weather B has no coat and is dressed in a black lycra one-piece body suit, which leaves her shoulders, arms and legs completely bare and most of her large breasts in view. Her raven black hair glistens. Her green eyes sparkle. S stares at the exuberant splendor of B's arms, bulging with round, hard and massive muscle. C stares at B's tiny tapered waist and then her eyes roam upwards to her booming chest, her missile silo-like breasts and her curved yet muscular hips.) M: (gulps) Hi Brandi. B: (takes one step, brushing by C and S and scoops up M effortlessly) Why, hi Tiny! (squeezes him) M: Uuoff! Aggghh! B: Tee-hee! Surprised to see me?!! (puts one hand on his ass and grinds him around her crotch) Mmmmmmmmm! M: Ooooooow! (C and S look at each other, horrified, embarrassed and ... jealous) B: (lifts M with one hand and inspects him) Been working out Tiny? M: Some. (groans as B takes his biceps between her index finger and forefinger and squeezes) B: Feels pretty soft to me. M: Yeah but you have su-- B: Sssshh! Bring any treats for me? Anything to make me big and strong? (winks) M: Er -- I didn't know you were coming. B: (raises eyebrows) So, you left it at home. M: I -- B: (looks through wall in direction of Mark's house) Ahh, I see! C: (whispering to S) What does she see? S: (whispering back) The picture of your mother on the wall? B: Who likes white wine? C and S: We do! M: I don't like white wine! B: I know that, but girls usually do. M: I'll have a beer. C: We've got your favorite! B: Excuse me. (walks into S's bedroom) S: What did she do, open a window? It's draughty! C: How rude! I had no idea, Mark. She's -- B: Back! (holds out a small bottle of Chilean white wine) S: Where'd you get that? From my bedroom? B: Mark left it for me to give you. M: (looking at bottle) I don't think I -- B: Oh you did! Now about that beer .... C: Other than Mark's we just have Bud Light. B: I'll take Mark's. C: (disappointed) Well, since you're our special guest. Is Bud Light ok Mark? M: (grimaces) It's ok. C: Let's introduce ourselves! I'm Candi. (smiles and curtseys) because I'm so sweet. S: (points to C's rear) And because she eats too many of them! And I'm Sandi (put hand through hair) because of my blond hair. C: And because she's likes getting kind of rough. (pretends she's boxing and giggles) S: I'll open the wine and get your beer. C: I'll get the food. B: You do that. (turns to Mark as they go to the kitchen) So, little one, how's your latest experiment going? M: What experiment? B: Your new superpower formula. M: How do you know about that? B: I keep an eye on you, of course. It's so easy with the powers you gave me. M: We were supposed to SHARE them. B: (floats into the air and circles around M, eyes sparkling) Is THAT what you thought? No, you've got it wrong. You were supposed to share it with me! M: You're getting it all is not what I call SHARING. B: (looks up at the ceiling innocently) Well, that's ONE difference between us. (flexes her enormous biceps and looks at them, comparing them to Mark's) And here are two more. So? M: Well, it's not done yet. B: No? Awww. (giggles) M: Brandi, you wouldn't be so spiteful to take it from me to use it on yourself, would you? B: You think I'd do that? Absolutely! But that silly formula you're developing is not nearly as powerful as the last one. And my powers make immune to it. M: So I'm safe! This one will still transform my body to its maximum genetic potential and multiply my strength many times. (becoming enthusiastic) It will change my body to what it would have been if it had developed in absolutely ideal conditions and to its maximum potential, and then endows it with quantum-enhanced energy. B: That would be several steps down for me. My body uses gigachon energy. M: Hey, don't I know? I created that. B: You created it, and I've got it. You must be so eager to finish the new one and have superpowers at last. M: I am! But there's a rare mineral I need -- Dynamitam -- that's only available in South America. B: I know. I know where to get Dynamitam too. (floats down back onto the floor) M: You do? Could you get it for me? S: (returning with two wine glasses and two beers) Get what? C: (holding a tray of chips) For Mark? B: (winks) Sssh! It's a surprise. C: Bottoms up! (they all clink glasses) Mmmmm, sweet! (finishes hers in three great gulps) S: (finishes hers too) It's not sweet. It's dry! M: (drinks a third of his beer) Now girls! If you give me a glass I'll tell you what I think. S and C: Awww! Sorry Mark!!! S: You said you didn't like white wine! C: It slipped when we took out the cork and we lost most of it so I threw the rest away. Do you want us to open another bottle? M: No. What's the point? B: (finishes the beer in one swig without taking a breath) Perfect! C: Oooooh, I feel good. S: Me too! B: (takes each girl in one arm and lifts them to her sides, holding them by their hips) I'm SO glad we've all met. This will be such a special evening! C: Wow! You're really strong. B: You have no idea! S: I wish I were that strong. C: I wish I were as sexy as you. B: How sweet! S: We had some plans tonight -- for after dinner. If you want to join us -- C: Mark knows some great games. B: So do I. I LOVE to play games. Especially with Mark. Do we have to wait until after dinner? M: But I'm hungry. B: I'm not. S: I can wait. C: Well, if Mark's hungry, maybe we should eat ... but I could do something else first. (B squeezes the girls) Oooooo. S: Mmmmmmm. M: Ahem B: Mark wants some attention? C: Poor Mark! (B lets her down. C's breasts flop out of her top and she laughs running to him) They've never done THAT before! Well, I'm among friends! M: (grins, mouth slightly open as he stares at C's breasts bounce as she moves) You sure are. C: (reaches him and jumps into his arms and unexpectedly knocks him over) Oops. You ok Mark? I thought you would catch me! (giggles, puts arms around him and kisses him) Guess I'm too heavy. M: (feels her rump) Uh actually Candi did you lose any -- C: I wish! (stands up and slips out of M's hands) This top keeps falling down! Come and get me! M: (rises, grinning, and sets off after C, who ducks under him once, but he quickly corners her in the small room) Gotcha! (circles her chest in his arms as they both laugh. M plays with and sucks her breasts while she fondles him, nearly bringing him off.) B lets S down too and S walks over to them and watches, hands on her slim hips) S: You're always too easy on him! C: I LIKE being easy and I'm good at SHARING! (separates from M to let S play) That was just a TEASE Mark. We can play more LATER. (M looks at C longingly, his frustration obvious.) S: I like being HARD. (pulls at her blouse to counter an opening between the buttons at her bustline) This shirt must have shrunk. M: (reconciling himself to S, puts his hand into the opening) Seems to me like it fits fine. S: (grinning) Fresh! (pulls M's hand out and slaps him) M: Ouch! Hey! S: (hands on hips) You trying to mess with me, buster? M: (one hand on face) I always have! (grasps her forearm to squeeze it and frowns. M pulls her toward him. S stays put. M frowns more and pulls harder) S: This is a NEW game! You NEVER pretend to be weaker and let me win. (pulls his arm down. M follows, bending, and S spanks him several times) Ooooooo, this is fun! (pushes him on the floor and puts her foot on his ass, then holds her fist in the air) Yay! The winner! (lets him up, hugs him and kisses his cheek) M: (straightens slowly and looks at S warily) Yeah, anytime. C: What about Brandi? B: I'll play later. Maybe we should eat now. S: I've worked up an appetite. C: I can ALWAYS eat! M: Yeah, I guess. (S and C go to kitchen to bring out dinner) B: Nice of you to let Sandi win. She really enjoyed it. M: (glares) She actually hurt me. B: Awww. S: Here we go. Roast beef, potatoes, carrots and spinach. C: Sweet carrots, and baked potato with lots of butter! M: Mmmmm. C: But somehow I don't feel like sweet carrots. Give me the spinach, if you can spare some Sandi. S: That's ok. I feel like having meat tonight. C: But you're a vegetarian. S: I can change, can't I? B: I think so. S: (eats her beef with enthusiasm) This is good! C: I LOVE this spinach! M: Everything is good. B: (looks at C and S and smiles) And good FOR you! C: I FEEL great. (stands up and her top flops over again. C looks down) Hey, what's going on? My tits look like they shrunk! M: They still look big enough to me! S: Maybe you were a little ambitious with that top! But look at your waist! C: I'm not fat! I'm, like, svelte! (shakes her hips) Oooooh, look at that! (M stares at her hourglass figure and tight tummy) Mark likes it too! B: You're gorgeous Candi. C: I've even got tummy muscles! S: They're called abs, Candi. C: (gently touches the ridges on her stomach) I never knew I HAD muscles there! M: You didn't. C: I have muscles on my arms too. M: Little ones. C: I guess they were there under the fat all along. (feels them) Hey, they're hard. I'm a hardbody. S: This is weird. (the third button on her blouse pops off and flies five feet across the room) What was that? (stands up) C: Hey, Sandi, you're getting busty. S: I am not! I'm an A cup. C: Stop pretending. I know cup sizes, and your chest is too big for an A. S: (shoulder of blouse rips) Hey! C: Wow! Look at your muscle! S: (looks down at arm. gasps. flexes and tears rest of tight-fitting sleeve) I'm strong! C: Your muscle's bigger than Mark's! B: By a lot, I'd say. S: With THESE muscles, I can do a LOT of damage! C: But what DID this to us? S: We all ate the same food! C: Except for the wine. B: Yes, that Chilean wine. C: What kind of wine was it? B: It was a Dynamitam I think. C: I never heard of that one. M: (stares at B) You didn't! B: (smiles) Did! C: Did what? B: Hmmm, I've got to go for a little while! (vanishes) S: Where'd she go? She just disappeared. M: BRANDI!! C: Hey, forget about her. (cups breasts and then puts her hands around her svelte waist, her fingers meeting in front and back) Look what I can do! Don't you LOVE my body? Let's play now. (playfully pulls on M's arm and pulls him out of the chair and onto his lap) Huh? M: Ouch! C: You're being so funny Mark! (squeezes him) M: Oooof! C: (giggles) Cut it out! (to Sandi) He's so funny, making believe I'm strong. (stands up, M falls to the ground and C helps him up.) You feel so light. Come on, Mark. Pick me up. I love when you hold me. I must be so light now. M: (warily tries to lift her but fails) Ungh! C: What's the matter honey? Did you hurt myself? I must be lighter. I look lighter. I FEEL lighter. M: (grunting) You're not! S: (sees C pouting and pushes M aside casually. He flies across the room) Let me see. (puts her hands around C's waist and easily lifts her) I don't know what you're talking about. She's light as a feather. (lifts her more and twirls her around) C: Wheee! M: (looks at her, then at Sandi and then at that place where Brandi disappeared) Oh no! S: (puts Candi down) Unless ... hey Candi, you lift Mark. C: Sandi! I can't lift Mark! He's much too big for me. S: Just try. M: Candi, you don't want to strain yourself! C: (torn between curiosity, fear and not wanting to go against Mark) Ummm .... S: You might be stronger than you think. C: Well ... (looks at M., then impulsively grabs him and lifts him in the air, then balances him above her head with one hand) Wowee! Look what I did! M: Candi! C: Don't worry, I would never hurt you honey! S: (looking up at M, her mouth pinched in a tight grin) Do you know something we don't Mark? I think there's something you haven't told us. C: Really? Oh tell us, tell us! (bounces him up and down like she's playing with a baby) Oooooh, look what I can do! S: Yes, it's amazing, isn't it? C: (puts M down) Oh, you have to excuse me! (runs to bathroom) S: (advances closer to M) So? M: (backs up) Uh, yeah? S: She'll be awhile, you know. I put the new Cosmo in there and she hasn't read it yet. (slides closer) M: (eyes open wider, an ALMOST inaudible sound of fear escapes from his throat) S: Heh-heh. I heard that. I LIKE hearing that. M: Hearing what? S: Hearing you sound scared. M: I'm not scared! S: Sure you're not! You're upset too. M: (says nothing, but it's clear on his face) S: I think you would have liked a taste of that wine, wouldn't you? M: It was something I was saving, that's all. S: Not saving it for us, I bet. Candi sure got strong. M: Uh huh. S: And yet she's still got little girlie muscles. I bet you were focusing just on her figure -- like a goddess, I think. (M, now trapped against the wall, nods) While I, on the other hand, do have a bigger bust now but also MUCH bigger muscles. (flexes her lats and pecs, stretching her blouse until it tears along the seam on the side of her torso) I'm sure glad I don't wear a bra. It would be VERY confining now. Do you know why? M: Because your chest got bigger? S: Because my chest MUSCLES got bigger. Can you rip your shirt by flexing your muscles Mark? M: (shakes his head and looks toward bathroom) S: I'd guess she's up to page 3 by now. She loves the advice columns and she ALWAYS takes a lot of time with the quiz. (puts her hands on her hips) Hit me Mark. M: I uh wouldn't do that to you. S: But you've always liked fighting me, Mark, and beating me. M: Not hurting you. S: Oh, you always hurt me at least a little. I didn't mind. A little pain just went along with the fun. I liked struggling with you. M: It was just in fun. S: It DEFINITELY was. Hit me. C'mon. (hits her gently on the arm) What was that? I mean it. In the stomach. (hits her again, but not hard) Mark! You're not trying at all. (pushes him on the shoulder) M: Hey! (she does it again. He looks annoyed) Sandi! S: (also annoyed) I thought you came over to play. M: Yeah, but (she hits him again, harder) -- owww! S: You know I like to play rough! Play with me! M: (sighs) All right. (punches her in the stomach, using maybe 60% of his strength) Ungghh! S: (chuckles) Is THAT all you can do? M: No! S: Well? (slaps him) M: (angry now. hits her very hard) UGH! (stares at her stomach, on which a dense structure of muscle appeared just before he made contact) My god! S: Heh, heh. I ALMOST felt that. M: (in amazement) It's, like, like, solid muscle! S: I LIKE the way that sounds. (pushes two fingers from her right hand into M's belly) M: Uuooff! S: And the way THAT sounds. I used to think YOU were really solid! (M grabs S's hand to push it away, grunts and groans but can't move it an inch) Oooh, Mark! You know exactly WHAT to say to make me happy! (reaches up with her other arm to pull his face down for a kiss and circles her right arm to hold him to her, then cups his butt and lifts him off the ground with one arm) Hey, I'm Supergirl! M: Put me down! S: OK! (lifts him higher) Poor Mark's such a little weakling! Such a little weakling! How's that for a putdown? How about: I'm stronger than you are! I'm stronger than you are! M: Cut it out. S: My muscles are bigger! My muscles are bigger! (S is now truly a muscular behemoth) C: (returns with finger in magazine) Wow Sandi! You got so strong! S: Hi Candi! You don't look so bad yourself. C: I know! My tits are a little smaller, but look how firm they are! And I've got nice arms too! S: (carries M over to her) You do! They're cute! C: They're smaller than yours, but I like them. S: I bet you're stronger than you think. (tosses M to C) Catch! M: Hey! C: Whoops! Hi Mark! (easily catches and holds him, kisses him and then tosses him back to S) Wheee! Your turn! S: (pins M's hands to his sides and roughly kisses his face and chest, leaving red marks wherever her lips have touched him) So tender and soft! M: Owww, oooh! S: (squeezes his biceps) So little and weak! M: Owww! They are not! S: (flexes her own, which are now 18" around) Compared to mine! Mine are so solid, I feel like they could bend steel. M: (eyes downcast) They probably can! S: (twists kitchen knife into a pretzel) Why you're right! C: (using more effort, bends another knife into a heart shape) Hey, me too! Poor Mark! I bet he wishes he'd gotten this strong too! M: I WOULD have been, if Brandi hadn't given you all my magic formula! C: Ohh! THAT'S why we changed! S: It was in the wine, wasn't it. M: (nods) The wine you spilled and lost! It reshapes your body to its full genetic potential, and more! (C and S look at each other.) C: It wasn't ALL lost. There was a little left at the bottom. M: A little is all that's needed! (runs to the kitchen) Where is it?! S: I put it outside, with the trash, through the back door in the kitchen. M: (opens door, voice muffled) It's not there! C: Sandi! You know you're not supposed to put any alcohol out there. You know what Margie's daughter is like. S: Mandi? I forgot! But it was just a little. C: Well, still. (turns to Mark who has reentered the room, looking downcast) We don't see much of them, but they're very nice. Mandi's cute, although she's kind of wild. Margie's always grounding her. M: Margie Kent? She lives here? With a daughter named Amanda? C: Yeah, Mandi. Why, did you know her? M: Uh, we went out for awhile when I was living in Memphis. S: Don't tell me you're the guy who took Mandi, her sister and Margie to Howard Johnson's for Mandi's birthday, and then started flirting with the waitress and hooked up with her and left them stranded there. M: It wasn't exactly like that. C: I'm sure it wasn't. S: Tsk, tsk Mark. (bell rings. in walks a cute sixteen year old girl, her hair dyed purple, with black lipstick, a torn t-shirt and a very torn jeans skirt) C: Oh hi Mandi! You brought the bottle back. Oh thanks! We'd get in trouble if your Mom found out we left it outside. S: Oh, there's still a little left. Mark: Thank god! Let me have it. (tries to grab it from Mandi) Mandi: Hey! Rude! You!? Mark: Yeah, me! Give me that bottle. Mandi: You want it? C: He really does. Mandi: Then he can't have it. (Mark starts at her, but she makes as if she's about to drink it, so he stops) I'll THINK about it. Hey Sandi -- nice Amazon look. You on 'roids or something? S: (grins) Come on in and I'll tell you all about it. Mark: I think she should go -- and just leave the bottle here. She's underage. Mandi: What are you ladies doing with THIS guy? C: Mark's our friend. Mandi: He isn't very friendly. Mark: Did you drink what was in that bottle? Mandi: Who do you think you are, my mother? (pushes him, and Mark falls) Wow, what a wimp! And why does he have all those marks on his body? S: Oh, he and I were fooling around. C: You're strong! Mandi: Well, I HATE exercising, but I am pretty strong, naturally. (wrinkles her nose at Mark, who is getting up slowly and still eyeing the bottle) And you're a pathetic wimp, Mark. C: No he isn't. He used to be stronger than both of us. Until -- (shuts up after S looks at her) S: Come have a seat, Mandi. We were just going to have desert. Mandi: (makes a face at Mark and keeps the bottle away from him) I'd love to! C: It's chocolate. Mandi: Yum. (puts finger in waistband of skirt) Although maybe I shouldn't. C: Oh, you don't have to worry about that! You see -- (shuts up after S looks at her again) Ooops, I did it again! Mandi: (looks at C strangely) Well, thanks. I really liked that wine, you know. Do you have any more? (Mark looks like he's about to cry.) What's the MATTER with him? Mark: You DRANK it? Mandi: Well, duh! C: Awww Markie, don't be so sad. There's nothing that a little love and affection won't cure. (reaches over and lifts him onto her lap and kisses him) Mandi: (startled) Did you just pick him up? Either he weighs as much as a two year old, or you're as strong as Sandi looks! S: (unable to resist) Neither! (flutters her eyes at Mark, grabs him off C's lap and lifts him with one hand) She's stronger than I look, and I'm even stronger than that. You know, Mandi, your t-shirt is looking a little tight on you. I think I saw it ripping. Mandi: (about to finish the cake but freezes with her fork at the edge of her mouth) You did not! It's supposed to be ripped. S: Are you sure it's not feeling tight? Mandi: (blushes) Yeah, well now that you mention it. (looks down at the muscle pushing out her sleeve and then extending one of the rips in her shirt) Ohmygod! Where'd that come from? S: It's from the wine Mark wants. It has some kind of magic potion mixed in. Give us a flex, sweetie. Mandi: (obliges, shredding the sleeve completely) C: Wow! She's really big. Almost as big as Sandi! Mark: (almost in tears) And it's only just started working on her! Mandi: He's really annoying! Does he always whine so much? C: You should be more understanding, Mandi. Mark's had some big disappointments today. Mandi: Hmmmph. (looks slyly at Mark) Yeah? So HE was SUPPOSED to drink the wine? (S nods) And I got the magic potion HE wanted? SWEET! (stands up. she's grown six inches to a height of 6', and her chest is already larger and thicker than Sandi's, as are her arms and legs. her t-shirt is ripping everywhere but modestly covers her growing breasts.) Hey, Markie, get a load of THIS power! (flexes her 20" biceps in his face while holding the bottle with its last drops out of his reach) Is THIS what you wanted? Can't have it, chump! C: She's getting so big! S: She must have a genetic disposition to be muscular. Mandi: Well, yeah. My Dad was a real jock. But now I'm bigger than HE is. (she's now 6'4" and grabs Mark and holds him up with an outstretched arm) I'm even stronger than I look! I can hardly feel his weight. C: (helpfully) If you give Mark that wine, he'll be strong too! Mandi: Oh, like sure I will! (carrying Mark in one hand and the wine in the other, Mandi walks out of the apartment and then a minute later, even larger and stronger, returns with him and her fourteen year old sister, who is grossly overweight, with a pimpled face, greasy blond hair and a sour expression. She's wearing a t-shirt stretched around her flabby boobs and leaving a wedge of skin showing between the bottom of the shirt and the top of her stretch pants, out of which her bulging stomach shows.) C: Hi Randi! How are you? R: Is she really my sister? S: She is. (frowns as Randi grabs remaining half of the chocolate dessert and stuffs it in her mouth) R: Mmmm. Yum! Got any more? (pats her belly) Mandi: She has a chocolate habit. S: No! (shaking her head in disgust) R: (seeing Mark) What's HE doing here? I was hopin' somebody'd killed him. S: (wearing a tight smile) Well, I'd say he's suffering. Mandi: Here, Randi, drink this! Mark: NO!! (tries to grab it, but Mandi swats him away. He tumbles until C grabs him and picks him up, kissing his cheek where Mandi hit him) R: Nice shot, sis! (glares at Mark, takes the bottle, shrugs and drinks it) It's good, but it's just a swallow. That chocolate made me thirsty. Mark: Aaauuuugggggghhhhhh!! C: Would you like some milk Randi? (puts Mark down. R nods and waddles to the table and sits down. The chair creaks. C get some and starts to pour it into a glass, when R takes the carton and the glass from her. C smiles. R puts the glass down and chugs down the half gallon carton of milk.) S: Ugh! R: Burp! (frowns) Don't you have any whole milk? This stuff tastes like water! Mandi: Randi! R: Well, I'm hungry. Why did you bring me over here anyway? I HATE it when you take me away from my candy bars. Mandi: Shut up Randi, before I squash you. I told you there'd be something here you'd find interesting. R: What, that Mark's here? Well, you're wrong. Nothing could bore me more, except maybe knockin' him like you just did. (stands up, but Mandi pushes her back down) Hey! Mandi: (picks up a tape measure from C's sewing box) Look everybody! My biceps are up to 26"! I must be the most powerful girl in the world! B: (reappears) Not quite honey. (pushes her down) Hey, how's everybody doing? C: Great, Brandi, except for Mark. B: I wouldn't have it any other way. (pulls Mark to her and crushes him against her with one arm) Mark: Aggghhhh! S: How sweet! R: Nice! Don't you have anything else to eat? (looks around) Hey, I just noticed. All you girls are so muscular! (S rolls eyes. R looks confused) I feel funny. B: (eyes light up) Oh I'm SO excited! Aren't you, Mark? HUG! Mark: OOOOOOUUUUUUFFF! C: Poor Mark. B: Oh, don't feel sorry for him, Candi. He likes making us all so much stronger than him, right Mark? (Mark is trying desperately to leave, but B holds him.) R: (ignoring Brandi and feels stomach) It feels weird. And suddenly I don't really want my chocolate. What's wrong with me? C: Hey! Look at her face! R: What's wrong with my face? S: Your pimples are fading away! R: (scowls) Yeah right. Mandi! They're teasing me! Mandi: (chuckles) Touch your face Randi. R: (frowns, then cautiously raises a finger to her face. Not finding the usual oily bumps, she runs her fingers across it, then touches it with her whole palm) What the fuck! Mark: Oh fuck! C: What gorgeous hair! It's so blond now it's practically GLOWING. B: Just look at her, Mark! Would you ever have imagined? Amazing what a few drops have done for her ... already. Mark: I can't stand to watch this! B: I know! Your formula's doing such amazing things to her. C: Now her body's changing! Good thing she's wearing stretch pants. S: The fat is just melting away. She's gotten so slim! R: This is, like crazy! C: Her t-shirt's just hanging on her. Ooops! Not anymore. Now she's growing taller and getting muscles just like Mandi did. S: Same genes. I guess. C: They're pushing out her top, just like the fat did. Well, in different places maybe. Her breasts look really nice too. Nice breasts, Randi. R: (sneers at C, but looks down at them, then touches them and smiles.) I got real boobs! And arms like fuckin' bazookas. B: This has been such fun, but I'll be going now. I'll keep an eye on you, though Mark. (winks) Bye girls! C: How does she disappear like that? Mandi and Randi: (look at each other) We're fuckin' gorgeous! We're fuckin' POWERFUL! (they look at Mark) And there's Mark. (they flex their arms, admiring their 26" biceps) We can have fun with these! Mark: Now girls. (backs away) C: They're going to hurt Mark! S: I think you're right. C: (being pushed out of the way, easily, by Randi) But we can't let them. S: (being pushed out of the way, easily, by Mandi) But we can't stop them. They're a lot stronger than we are. (Mandi and Randi stand on either side of Mark, like twin towers, Mandi with lustrous black hair, and Randi with shining blond hair, but otherwise nearly identical, chests thrust outwards, bowling ball sized biceps, tiny waists and long megamuscular legs. At a signal from Mandi, they begin flexing their pectoral muscles creating a classic James Bond moving wall torture chamber closing the gap and crushing Mark between them. Mark: Nooooo! C: Can't we do anything? S: (cleaning up) Not just now. Help me in the kitchen, will you? We can come back later and play, if there's anything left of him. C: I hope there is! S: (grinning, her eyes looking crafty) Me too!