The Good Witch  revised Nov. 2002 
by Marknew742



Same story, same ending, but I've rewritten the last 20% to add a lot more
agonizing detail. You can skip to the revised part by searching for the ***

For the purists, I've also corrected a few names and details.

Mark

1

"Do you want to try something a little bit, uh, unusual?"

I looked over at Bekka. "Well, sure, I guess so. What do you have in mind?"
She lay across the bed, kittenishly cute, her bright red hair spread around
her shoulders like a mane, her large round breasts spread on my King sized
bed, pushed almost flat by her weight, while her white bottom was perched in
the air. She was by far the best fuck I had ever had, and her imaginative mind
was always three steps ahead of mine in conceiving of ever more pleasurable
inventions.

"How would you like it if I raped you?"

I laughed. The idea of a woman raping a man was silly. And the idea that one
as beautiful and feminine as Bekka would ever have to force me to have sex
with her was absurd, as was the idea that she could do so against my will. I
looked down at the soft curve of her ass and her soft, smooth arms. I gripped
them playfully, but not as gently as I'd planned. "With these?" I teased.

She frowned. "Owww! Not so rough!"

I quickly eased up on her. "I'm sorry honey. You know I love your suggestions,
but this one . . . it'd all be in the imagination. I mean, I'm so much
stronger than you are." I paused and tried to be constructive. "You'd have to
tie me up first, I guess," I added without too much enthusiasm.

"You don't like the idea?"

"Well, to be honest, being bound is not the most appealing thing for me. I
like to be able to move around, feel free, during sex."

"That's ok. That's not what I meant." She pushed herself up to a sitting
position, cross-legged on the bed. I couldn't help staring at her breasts,
which were absolutely perfect. She grinned. "So, I have your complete
attention?"

"Yeah," I said, forcing myself to meet her eyes.

"I wasn't planning to tie you up. I meant forcing you to have sex with me by
sheer physical power." I started to speak but she held up her held. "Just hold
it, honey. I know you're tons stronger than me." She traced her fingers around
my chest and across my six pack abs, then along my biceps, which I was
especially proud of. I had been working them since I was a junior in high
school and even with my long days at work I always found time for an intense
session at the gym in the basement of our office building if I couldn't get to
my club. "I do love your hard, bulging muscles and your tight buns. You have a
great, powerful body. But I'm powerful too, in my own way. Maybe even more
powerful than you are."

I reached out and touched her breasts, lifting them and enjoying their full
softness. The idea that this delightful, exquisitely feminine body could ever
overpower me was completely ridiculous. Of course, it was possible that she
had learned some oriental martial arts techniques that could incapacitate me,
but these usually require a high level of physical conditioning as well, and
the smooth soft curves of her body showed no sign of that.

"Of course you are, Bekka. You have feminine power," I said agreeably.

She laughed. "Oh that's not what I was talking about! You see, I am a witch."

I looked at her silently, staring, my face unable to hide my disappointment. A
witch, she said! Great. She's crazy. And just when I'd been thinking she could
be the one. Oh well. I sighed. "Uh-huh."

"You think I'm loony. Well, that's ok -- for now. You're a rational man and
you don't believe witches exist. I knew I would have had to tell you sooner or
later. And it's not what you think. I don't go casting spells to hurt people.
I'm in love with you Jeth, and I thought the best way to get through this
issue is to have fun with it. And since we have so much fun having sex, I
thought this would be a good game for us." Jeth nodded. "Look. I know you're
upset. Do you want to ask me a few questions?" She tugged on my arm and I sat
obediently next to her, my face tight.

"OK, so you're a witch. What can you do, exactly?"

"I cast spells, of course. Mostly witches act on inanimate things, the
mysterious web of forces that you call 'reality,' but that to us, is more like
a canvas to draw on. We witches play with the fabric of matter, energy and
time. But we can only affect plants and some animals in certain limited ways,
and we can only cast spells on conscious beings if they let us. Cats never let
us but we like cats anyway. They understand us."

"Can you prove to me you're a witch? Can you turn that paperweight into, say,
a block of gold?"

Bekka looked at it and concentrated, furrowing her brow, then shook her head.
"No, I'm sorry. I don't know how. I don't know a lot of spells yet, and that
would be a hard one because that's made of plastic, and plastic is ... uh, I
can't really explain it to you. You see, I'm a very young witch. I still have
a lot of studying to do."

"Well, show me in another way."

Bekka brightened. "That's just what I was going to do. I've been studying a
spell I can use for transferring characteristics, like muscle and strength,
from one of us to the other. I thought it was a game we could play -- just for
fun. I'd be as strong as you are and you'd be as strong as I am now. And when
we're finished, I'll do it in reverse and put us back the way we were before."

"I get it now." I thought a bit. "I'm not sure I'd like the way you'd look
with big muscles, Bekka."

"Oh, leave that to me! You like the way I look now, don't you? I'm very good
with design."

"You mean, you're body isn't, uh, ... natural?"

"Jeth! I told you; I'm supernatural!" she giggled. Then, more seriously,
"Spells are 100% natural -- in complete harmony with the very essence of
nature. It's not plastic surgery. I just help nature along. You'll see what I
mean if you let me try it."

"Well, I don't really believe in it. But I'm willing to try it if you ask," I
said, trying not to show my irritation. "Do I have to sign something in
blood?"

"This isn't a contract with the devil, Jeth! I'm your darling Bekka. So long
as it's what you want in your heart, that's good enough. Are you ready for me
to attack you?" She sat on the bed, cross-legged and held out her hands.
"Wait! This isn't right. Let's get dressed first, cause it would be too quick
and easy this way." She bounced off the bed excitedly and started pulling on
her clothes. A skimpy, cotton, sleeveless top covering just half of her torso,
with spaghetti straps over her shoulders to hold it up and short shorts. "I'm
leaving these unzippered and unsnapped so I don't pop them. Come on, Jeth!
Move it!"

I sighed and slowly put on my t-shirt and shorts. This was going to be really
embarrassing when it didn't work. I was a little worried how she would react,
and as her breasts disappeared behind her top I thought with great regret that
after I left her today I'd probably never see them again. What a loss! Who
would have thought she was this unbalanced?

"Don't look so sad, Jeth. It'll be fun, I promise. I'm so excited. OK, OK. Now
we're ready. Just relax and don't be tense. It won't hurt a bit. Are you
ready?"

"Sure, Bekka. Go ahead." I smiled at her and asked myself who would be next
after I left Bekka. Sharon maybe. Her tits were just as big, but not as perky.
Or Cheri? She was so hot when I was with her the other night, while Bekka had
to go to some kind of class. I had felt a little guilty, and had decided that
as good as she was, Bekka was better, so I had been wondering about how to let
Cheri down nicely -- so as not to screw things up too badly if things with
Bekka didn't work out in the end -- but now maybe I wouldn't have to do it at
all.

"What are you thinking about? You seem kind of far away. Are you SURE you want
to do this?"

"Well, yeah. Mainly to see if you can really do it." I laughed nervously. "So,
you don't read minds, do you?"

She chuckled. "No more than any woman can. Let's see." She closed her eyes.
"You're disappointed because you think I'm nuts, right?" I stared at her.
"Well of course you do! OK. Let's go. It'll only take a minute if you're clear
about what you want." She sat on the bed again cross legged and held out her
arms, her fingers pointing outwards and her thumbs down. She closed her eyes
to concentrate.

I stood a few feet away, my arms crossed on my chest. At least she has a sense
of humor about it. Still it was a damned shame. So how long would this take?
And what exactly would I say to her when it didn't work? I thought maybe I
should just leave now, while her eyes were closed, but I decided that was kind
of cowardly. I'd wait and then give her an excuse for leaving. I felt my right
biceps -- solid as rock -- then laughed at myself for even checking.

She opened her eyes and got off the bed. "OK! All done." She walked toward me.

"Uh, honey. You, uh, know, I'm still the same as before."

She frowned a little. "I'm sure I ... well, it'll work. Trust me. Why don't
you pick me up the way I like, you know, with your arms just below my hips and
lifting me so my head's right next to the ceiling. See if you can still do
it."

"OK." I reached down and held her wide hips and lifted her, easy as pie. She
looked a little put out, disappointed even, that I could do it after her
spell, and I thought I saw a little pout form on her lips. Was she going to
flip out or something? Start crying? I hated to deal with over-emotional girls
and started getting a little grumpy, but then I got distracted looking up at
her full breasts through the underside of her top. What a body she had! That
little waist and round firm tits. My tongue started thinking about the feel of
her big nipples getting hard in my mouth. I felt a strong pulse in my groin
and I wondered if, maybe, even if she were a little crazy, I could still stick
with her, at least for awhile. See how it went. I looked up at her face and
she was frowning, which wasn't a good sign. She must really be taking this
seriously. Well, maybe it was back to Cheri after all. She was pretty hot too
and -- suddenly Bekka was feeling heavier. I usually could hold her for ten or
fifteen minutes at a stretch, but my arms were beginning to shake after just a
couple of minutes. I moved my hands down to her legs and squeezed them tightly
to get a better hold on her, but they felt somehow harder to grip than before
and she was slipping down through my fingers. I couldn't hold her up. I caught
her in a full body hug so as not to drop her, but she already had landed
heavily on the floor. She was watching me closely, an eager smile now on her
lips. My heart was pounding from the effort of holding her.

"Yay! It's working!" She clapped her hands and jumped. I could see the muscles
in her arms twitch as she moved them. Muscles?!! I'd never seen even a hint of
muscle in her soft and sweet arms, but there were some there now. Not large
ones, but toned and defined. "Are you all right?" she asked, putting her hand
lightly on my chest. But I couldn't even think about myself for the moment. I
was staring at her. Her chest was expanding, pushing her breasts up and out,
and her top was molding itself against her breasts, stretching until it was
skin tight, showing her nipples in sharp outline. "Unggh. Can't --" She was
tugging at her top, trying to take it off but her chest had grown too much and
even unsnapped it was stuck. She took a deep breath and it ripped at the seams
and then on the side, falling to the floor. Her tits sprang out, sitting atop
new slabs of pectoral muscles. Her tiny abdomen seemed armor-plated, and the
muscles underneath were still building, pushing toward the skin and forming a
perfect six-pack. She held her arms out, and she was developing new curves
there as well, her biceps growing one way and the triceps another, the two
muscles ballooning outward in a ball even though her arm was unflexed. "Wow!
Will you look at them? They're so big! Because my arm is smaller than yours,
they have nowhere to go but out!" she explained, to herself I guess because I
hadn't said anything. She checked her shorts. "They're still OK, a little
ripped in the thighs. My waist is still small enough to button them. But my
legs are so muscular!" She raised herself on her toes a few times to watch the
muscles flex in her thighs and rip the shorts a little more. "Oh wow! You see,
Jeth? You see?"

"Yeah," was all I could say, not really believing what I was seeing. I mean,
my whole rational conception of the workings of the universe had just been
exploded. But, more importantly, I was completely distracted by the fact that
Bekka looked really good. There was an animalistic sensuality in the way she
moved now that was blowing me away, and her curves, which were already
incredible, had gotten even more exciting. Somehow the muscle didn't make her
the least bit blocky or masculine. The roundness of her biceps and shoulders
seemed to correspond perfectly to her bust and ass. I had always thought of
her as having an ideal total package, but now she seemed to fit together even
better than before.

She clenched her hands into fists and tentatively tightened her arms. Then she
reached down and lifted up the corner of her bed with one hand and laughed.
"Oh wow! I'm so strong! I feel like Supergirl with your strength. And how do
you feel? Are you OK, Jeth?"

I was staring at the mountainous biceps in her arm. "What? Yeah, fine. It, uh,
really worked, didn't it."

"Well of course it did." She put the bed down and sauntered over to me. "I
told you I was a witch." She placed her hand on my chest. The sensation was
different, heavier. I looked down at her hand and all of a sudden saw the
other half of the equation. My t-shirt drooped down my chest, tightening only
around my stomach, while my legs were as skinny as beanpoles. I almost jumped
and then felt faint. She caught me, holding me by the shoulders and supporting
me. "Hey, do you need to lie down?"

"No, no. I'm fine." I shook myself a little to make the point I could stand by
myself and to break free but she still held me firmly.

"You're sure now?" She still held me and smiled. "You feel so small, Jeth."

"I am not --" I started protesting, but she quickly shifted her hands down to
my hips and picked me up in the air and held me over her head. "Hey! Put me
down."

"You are. You are small and weak and I'm going to have my way with you my
little darling!" She carried me over to the bed and threw me on top of it,
then pulled my shorts right off me. They were loose enough that she didn't
even have to unsnap them. She yanked my t-shirt off me so quickly I didn't
even have a chance to stop her. "Oh god!" she squealed, her voice rising in
amusement. "Look at you!"

It was even worse than I had imagined when my clothes were on. There wasn't a
bulge of muscle to be found anywhere! My arms and legs were thin tubes of soft
flesh. The only noticeable feature of my body was a flabby stomach, which no
longer had my well-developed abdominals to hold it flat. I felt so ashamed of
my body that I wanted to cover it, but Bekka wouldn't let me. She held my arms
by my sides so she could look at me more closely. "Oh Jeth. I'm SO sorry if
you're upset. But it's just for a while, OK? I promise I'll change us back!
Can you just accept it for now and play?" She looked at me pleadingly.

I nodded in reply, recognizing that I was in her power in more ways than one,
and relaxed. This wasn't really my body, and I would be back to normal soon.
Sure, I could play a little sex game with her. My heart stopped racing.

"Good!" she clapped and let me go. I looked up at her, expecting her to move
on me, hold me down or something.

"Well?" I said. "Aren't you going to attack me?"

She furrowed her brow. "Attack you? Why would I do that?"

"To have sex. You know. You said you wanted to rape me."

She sighed. "Jeth! That isn't what a WOMAN would want to do! I'm not a 'fuck
on demand' kind of person. You know better than that!"

"But you --

She rolled her eyes and reached over for her t-shirt, then dropped it on the
bed and pulled open my drawer and took out one of mine and put it on. It was a
little long on her and her bust stretched the front of it, but otherwise it
fit. She pulled on her shorts too. "I just remembered I've got some errands to
do. So, are we going to get together tomorrow? Or Tuesday?"

"Bekka! You can't leave me like this!"

"Why? I have some shopping to do. None of my tops seem to fit me today. I must
have put on a little weight. And I've got to shop for tomorrow's dinner before
the stores close." She checked herself in the mirror and brushed her hair a
couple of times. "Why? You want to do something now?" She winked.

I got it. This was part of her game. I stood up and put my arm around her.
"Yeah, I thought we could fool around a little." I bent down and kissed her,
feeling her strangely muscular back. She put one arm around me and tightened
her hold. "Aggh! Take it easy there!"

"Oooh! Sorry sweetie. I was hardly trying. You must be a very fragile man.
I'll try to remember." She put her other arm around me and suddenly I was off
the ground, horizontal, in her arms. She leaned over to kiss me with her hand
in back of my head, holding my lips on hers. It felt so strange to be wholly
supported by her. I let my tongue dance inside her mouth and instantly I was
erect and ready, but the way she was holding me my penis was just pointing in
the air uselessly. I tried to twist toward her to push it against her, but I
couldn't move. "Mmmmmm, I LIKE the way you kiss me. Touch me more." I reached
for her breasts but she shook her head. "Lower down," she said and then put
her lips back on mine. I understood what she wanted and reached down to find
her crotch and started fingering her. She made a satisfied sound and I
continued, circling her clit gently as I knew she liked. I was amazed that she
kept holding me in the air, but then realized that she would be able to hold
me about as long as I could normally hold her. I could hear the rumble of her
arousal in her breathing and she clutched me to her more tightly.

"Oh yes, baby, yes!" she was saying now. I was still getting nothing myself,
but being held was a novel feeling at least, and with her increasing
excitement she was pulling me closer to her bosom. She clutched at me and then
grabbed my hand, stopped me as she shivered. "Mmmmmm, yes, oh yes!" she cried
out and then smothered me with kisses.

"Hey, take it easy!" I said. Her enthusiasm was almost painful. Her head was
pushing mine back uncomfortably.

"Sorry babe," she said, easing up. "Is that better?" She was kissing me more
gently and lowered me onto the bed. I was still very erect as she knelt above
me and rubbed herself against me. "You feel so good."

I reached up and held her ass, pulling her against me. I was ready. Very
ready. She shook her head and pushed her ass up in the air, breaking my hold.
"Not yet" she grinned and started licking my face and neck.

"Bekka!"

She laughed and held me down, nuzzling me gently all over, including my
insistent but unsatisfied penis. It was excruciatingly frustrating. "Just be
patient darling. Touch me some more, won't you? With your tongue?" She put her
mouth on my rod and swirled it around the most sensitive spot. I got the
message. She inched higher and I held on to her and tongued her. She really
had the best taste of any woman I'd ever gone down on, but the dull ache I was
feeling in my groin was getting more and more insistent and she was very adept
at keeping me from pushing against her leg. She was building quickly to her
second orgasm now and was moving so vigorously it was hard to hold on.
Suddenly she changed position and pulled me inside her. We thrust against each
other, although my upwards pushes barely registered against her powerful
pelvic motions. She held my ass and pushed me upwards and backwards then
circled her legs around me, pulling me even deeper. I was locked in place and
she manipulated me against her clit. I could feel wave after wave of her
orgasms hit and then, finally, I came hard myself, clutching her shoulders as
tightly as I could as shot load after load into her. Our wet bodies slipped
against each other and I dropped down, exhausted into the bed, with her heavy
chest on top of me.

"Ready?" she asked, still breathing hard. I wasn't sure for what but I nodded.
She held out her hands again the same way as before and then held me tightly
again. Slowly her weight diminished. Our bodies were back to normal. I held
her and stroked her back and hair.

"What did you think?" she asked.

I was still deep in the post-sex buzz but I struggled to respond. "That was .
. . amazing."

She laughed. "You liked it! I TOLD you I could rape you."

"Well, it's not like I didn't consent."

"Still, it's not the way you would have done it, right? But you liked it a
little having me in control? I didn't hurt you or anything. And your big
little guy is still all right?"

"He's just fine. Great even. I still feel it. I don't think I've ever come for
so long."

"See? It's not so bad having a witchy girlfriend then?"

"No. It's . . . I don't know. I still don't really understand."

"Of course you don't." She stroked my hair. "But you accept it. And you accept
me? The way I am?"

How could I answer that, when I didn't really know WHAT she was. But I knew
what I was supposed to say. "Yes darling."

She hugged me closely. Her face was wet. Tears.

2.

It was Thursday. More than a week had gone by. We'd gone out Friday and
Saturday, and then I had to work most of Sunday and the next couple of days.
We'd been with groups mostly, except for the nighttime when we'd pretty much
fucked our brains out, looking at each other differently, even though we
stayed with our normal bodies. We had not talked much about it, until now.

"So, Bekka. Tell me. What else can you do, you know, as a witch?"

She looked at me and seemed relieved that I had brought it up, but then looked
concerned and didn't know what to say. "That's a really hard question to
answer. It's like asking you what you can do as a man. Anything, I guess, if
you know how. But some things are easier than others. You know that spell I
did on us last week? That took me months to learn. It took a lot of practice
before I was sure I'd gotten it right."

"Practice? You mean -- how do you practice something like that?"

"Oh, you know. Like piano or homework at school," she replied vaguely.

I looked at her curiously. "You have a witch school? Where? When do you go?"

She looked uncomfortable. "I -- I can't tell you about that. I'm really sorry.
I could get in a lot of trouble." She looked very sad. "It's not that I don't
trust you. But ... there are rules. And not all witches are ... like me. Maybe
someday, I mean, if we were . . . ." She trailed off.

I was looking at her intently. There was obviously more to this than I had
first imagined. A whole witch society with rules, education?

"Rules?!! Just how many of you are there?"

"Oh, a good number! But -- I don't know exactly."

"Well, about how many?"

She looked frustrated. "You're asking me to tell you very secret things. I
don't know what to tell you! You know, we used to be killed for being witches!
We're supposed to be very careful. There's lots we can talk about -- about me
and about you and me -- us. But not about them, I mean us. You know what I
mean."

"Not exactly. But I see that you're afraid to tell me about witches other than
yourself, right?" She nodded rapidly, grateful that I understood that much.
"OK, I guess." I thought about her friends Elizabeth, Abby, Monique. Were any
of them witches? Monique maybe. I had the feeling Bekka would tell me more,
someday, but probably not without some, I don't know, commitment on my part.
Well, that would be a big step. I'd have to think long and hard about that
one. There were probably some safer things to talk about for now. "Do you --

"Want to try it again?" she interrupted. "You did enjoy it, didn't you?"

That wasn't what I was going to say but maybe this was enough talking for now.
I thought about it. It was a VERY different experience, but I had to admit
that I'd rarely come so intensely. Maybe it was worth another try.

"What did you have in mind? Do you want to rape me again?"

"Oh no! I didn't rape you -- you know that! That was, you know, just something
to say to get your attention. I was thinking about how we did it last time. It
felt a little weird that I had your muscle, but you were still taller than me.
What if this time I change our body size too, like our height?"

"You sure you know what you're doing? I mean, what about our organs and blood
vessels and --"

"Jeth! You have to leave the witchcraft to me. I had to take care of all that
last time too, you know. This is just one more little detail." She looked a
little put out that I would question her.

"OK, OK. I'm sorry if I offended you," I replied defensively. "It's just a bit
hard, like --

"Like when I drive, right? I feel like you're always looking for a way to
steer the car, or brake. But I'm a good driver, and I'm a good witch." That
little outburst seemed to satisfy her, and she reached up to kiss me. "I know
this is a little hard for you. It's important for me for you to accept me for
what I am. I mean, there are advantages for you too, right?" I nodded, not so
much in agreement but to get off the topic. "OK, now. You're 6'2" and I'm
5'6". Should we just reverse it or make the difference more? Or less?"

"Uh, just reverse it."

She nodded. She closed her eyes and went into her spell pose, then opened her
eyes. "I didn't do it yet. I'm wearing the wrong clothes. Just a sec." She
went into her overnight bag and pulled out a loose cotton dress and quickly
put it on in place of her top and skirt. She kept her bra and panties off this
time. "OK. That's better." She held out her hands and then she was finished.
She smiled. "You're getting used to the idea. You were clearer about agreeing
this time, so it'll work faster."

And no sooner had she said that than I could see her growing and everything
around me changing in perspective. I was shrinking, and this time I was
getting smaller everywhere! In no time at all my pants were falling off me and
I was swimming in my shirt. Even my hands looked small to me. I looked at
Bekka and she seemed gigantic. Her dress barely covered her ass, and her chest
and shoulders stretched the material almost to its breaking point. But not
quite. She had obviously planned ahead when she packed.

"Wow! So this is what it's like to be so tall!" Her voice sounded richer and a
little deeper -- very sexy. "You are so lucky!" I looked up at her massive
bust, threatening to burst out of her dress and touched her breasts, which
were much heavier with their added size. Or was I just weaker? It was
certainly confusing and unnerving. She lifted me off the ground and held me. I
kicked my feet in futile protest and felt just open air, amazed at the
sensation of being moved so easily at her will. "I love you so much, Jeth,"
she said and kissed me passionately. I held her too, although with her broader
and muscular back and my smaller arms it was hard to get much of a grip on
her. She noticed my efforts and smiled, kissing me all over my face. "You are
so sweet to try this again."

I nodded, still contemplating the feeling of being held in the air by my
girlfriend. I wasn't really sure what I was supposed to be doing. I did like
her large breasts, and I started to touch them. She made a face and then
remembering her strength crocked one arm around me and with the other firmly
moved my hands away from her body. "Not now, Jeth. I'm not ready. Let's just
do some, you know, regular things. See what it's like with our different
bodies."

What did she have in mind? There wasn't a whole lot to do in my apartment.
"So, uh, should we watch some TV? There's a good game on," I suggested, still
high off the ground. Usually sitting on the couch together led to some great
sex. The fact was, doing anything with Bekka usually led to great sex, so I
was prepared to be open-minded at this time of the evening.

"Hmmmm," she replied walking over to the couch. She put me down and flicked
through the TV Guide while I changed the channel to the NFC game, which was
important at this point in the season. It was a commercial, so I switched to
the Dolphins game going on at the same time, just in time for a bone crunching
sack. What a play. I switched back to the Giants, who were lining up at the
Cowboy's 35 for a first down.

"Hey, 'You've Got Mail!' just started. It's one of my favorites, and you've
never seen it."

"But Bekka, the Giants are --" She grabbed the remote out of my hand and
switched the channel to the movie. "Hey!" She grinned and switched hands so
that it was out of my reach.

"Come on, Jeth. Try and see if you can get it." I looked at her doubtfully.
"Hey, I won't break," she teased. Well, sure she wouldn't. Not with that
physique against what I was left with. But a little tussle might be fun, more
fun than watching Tom Hanks for sure, and I figured I knew how it would end. I
reached out quickly but she stuck her arm in the air, so I climbed right on
top of her and grabbed her wrist. She was surprised by my quick response and
held onto it tightly. Using both my hands I tried to pry it free, but she
squeezed it firmly and I could not budge her fingers. She squealed with
delight at her success and then tossed the control onto a nearby chair while
wrapping her arm around my waist. "Got you!" she cried, imprisoning me on her
lap. "Now no more changing channels. Let's watch the movie."

I pushed on her arm as hard as I could, my arms shaking from the effort but
all I succeeded in doing was to make tighten her grip and make her biceps
bulge a little. It was hopeless. With the strength of just one arm she could
hold me there as long as she wanted while using her free hand to play with me
-- tickling me under the arm, feeling my erect and unfulfilled member, rubbing
my belly, tousling my hair. I eventually relaxed and contented myself with the
feel of her large, strong but still very sexy body underneath mine. Of course
the best escape from the chick flick was to turn around and kiss her and touch
her wonderful breasts, but she would only give me a few minutes of that at a
time, lest it distract her and me from the movie. Finally it ended. Meg Ryan
and Tom Hanks had their walk in the flowering gardens of New York, filling
Bekka with such happiness that she stood up and danced us around the
apartment, lifting me so that my feet were several inches off the ground. Soon
we spun into the bedroom and she held me still, kissing me deeply. I ran my
hands down her back down to her bottom, which was as far as I could reach, and
gripped her tightly, the muscles in her ass making it more resistant than
usual, and then up along the sides of her body to her shoulders, and then down
her arms, pausing to sense the unusual feel of the hard, softball-sized
biceps. For some reason the feeling of the power of those arms was giving me a
charge, the current running into my groin, making me want her all the more.
But there was nothing I could do to push the pace. She controlled everything.

It was strange to be so weightless, so irresponsible. She held me, dictated
the time, the place, the tempo of our lovemaking. I was free of gravity, of
decisions. Free to touch her and be touched without thinking of where I would
take us next. It was strangely liberating.

Eventually we landed on the bed undressed, our clothes strewn around the room.
As before the path to orgasm was long and complicated, but when it arrived I
almost felt sad that it was over.

"What's wrong Jeth?"

"Nothing. Just thinking."

"Tell me." I shook my head. I didn't know what I was feeling exactly so I just
snuggled closer to her. "Are you ready to go back to normal?"

"Not yet. Wait awhile." She nodded and we drifted to sleep. I had strange
dreams. I was walking through Central Park in New York watching rollerbladers
darting back and forth around traffic cones, looming very large on top of
their blades. As I got closer I realized they were even taller than me than I
had thought and were looking down and laughing at me. There was Bekka rushing
past me. Then Meg Ryan. And then Cheri. I called to her but she just waved me
away dismissively. I ran to catch up, to explain that this was just a game,
that I was really tall and strong, but her legs propelled her away. I looked
back, and there was Sharon, swinging muscular arms back and forth, her huge
breasts bouncing as she headed right towards me.

"Jeth!!" Bekka said. I opened my eyes. "You're dreaming. What is it?" She was
caressing my chest lightly, her powerful arms tenderly reassuring me. "Come
on, let me change us back. You'll sleep better in the body you're used to."
She sat up in her pose and closed her eyes. It seemed to take a bit longer and
she opened them once to look at me quizzically then nodded and settled back
into bed. Her body returned to normal, as did mine. "Now hold me, Jeth. And
let's go back to sleep." I agreed, grateful for her sweet body next to mine,
and drifted back off to a deep dreamless night.

3

I was seeing more of Bekka now. Sometimes we'd play our games using her
exchanging spell, sometimes we'd be in our own bodies. She was still very
close-mouthed about the extent of her witch powers and the existence of other
witches. It made me more curious and just a little bit afraid. How many of
them were they and what were they up to? Still, she was one of the sweetest
girls I had ever known. If all witches were like her, then I had nothing to
worry about.

My Saturday football season was nearing the end and if we won today my team
would be playing in the citywide championship game. Bekka never came to our
games. Watching me play football seemed to pain her, which annoyed me, but she
never tried to stop me from going so long as she didn't have to go too. On the
day of the game I asked her again, and predictably she begged off. Then I made
another request.

"Bekka, I was wondering if you would do me a favor."

She smiled. "Of course. You need me to pick up your dry cleaning while you're
at the game?"

I blushed. "Uh, yeah. But another thing." I felt embarrassed about asking.
"This exchange thing. It works both ways, right?" She nodded. "You know it's a
big game today and we're playing a really tough team. My friend, Harold, from
the office is playing -- he's about 6'7" and always enjoys swatting me down. I
was thinking ... could you, uh, let me borrow some of your strength, you know,
just for the day. I mean, he's not that much stronger than me and I'd love,
just once, to put him in his place." She looked at me, not saying anything. "I
know it's a weird thing to ask, but I just thought --

She sniffled. "Jeth! I wanted this to be something for us! Between us only."

"I wouldn't tell anyone."

"But it's ... it's like cheating! It's using magic to gain an advantage over
other people."

I looked at her blankly. Was this against the witch's ethics code or
something? "Look, if you don't want to do it, that's fine."

"Oh I'll do it, if that's what you want," she said sadly. She went into her
pose and suddenly I felt a surge of energy and strength, especially in my
legs. Then I heard her collapse onto the floor. "Bekka! Are you all right?"

She nodded. She was white and as thin as a rail. She struggled to stand up but
couldn't. "Carry me over to the bed, ok?" she rasped. I nodded and lifted her.
She felt as though she weighed nothing.

"I think you gave me too much," I said guiltily.

She waved me off. "I have enough to live. Bring me a bottle of water and the
TV remote. I'll be ok until you come back, but I'll have to do your errands
Monday, OK? You've got a lot more muscle. My legs are pretty strong. I've
distributed it around you. That's why I can't really walk. Hemoglobin ...
Breathing function ... Fast reaction time from me too. You'll do great. When
you come back ... you can tell me all about it." She struggled to breath.
"Think I'll take a nap." And just like that she was out.

Well, she wasn't going to take care of my shirts this afternoon, that was for
sure. I put a blanket over her and settled her in bed as best as I could, then
went out.

The game was incredible. I scored three times in the first half and blocked
passes I ordinarily wouldn't even get close to. Best of all, when I played the
line a few times I pushed through their blockers and knocked Harold off his
feet twice on the way to sacking the quarterback. By the end of the game, we'd
won 36-3 and I was everyone's hero.

"Hey Jeth. Great game!"

I turned around. It was Cheri. "Oh hi," I said. She wearing just a tube top
and frayed pink cut-off shorts and had a deep tan that offset her blond hair.
It was the first time I had seen her in weeks. She looked great -- she must
have been spending a lot of time at the gym. Her arms were well toned and
looked very hard, and her long legs and muscular thighs looked even more
gorgeous than usual under the strings of her shorts.

"You've been working out. I can tell!" she smiled, eyeing my bulging biceps.

"Yeah. You know," I agreed. "You too."

"You noticed? I've been going a lot. I always look for you. Did you switch
gyms? I haven't seen you there for awhile. Or are you on some kind of big
deal?" she asked. "You're probably going to tell me you can't talk about it."

"Um, that's right. It's a big secret."

She slipped her arm into mine. "Or maybe you're seeing someone else?" I didn't
say anything. "Bobbi says she never sees anyone with you at the game." She put
her finger on my lips and leaned forward, brushing her leg against my crotch
and giving me a clear view of her chest. "That's ok. I know you still like
eating Cheri!" She giggled, then put her arms around me and lifted her head up
to give me a big kiss. "Oooh. Well, you HAVE been hitting the gym SOMEwhere!"
she said, feeling my shoulders and arms. "C'mon, show me what you've got!" I
felt a little embarrassed, like I was cheating, but I obliged her reluctantly.
"Wow! They're really big! They're just about the biggest I've ever felt. You
must be really proud of them. You really clobbered your buddy Harold. Did you
see how long it took him to get up after that hit at the end of the first
half? And he played for Miami. Maybe you should think again about going pro."

I laughed her off. I had been down that road before when I was a senior in
college and had decided against it, but she couldn't stop touching my arms and
chest and knew just how to talk to me. Before I knew it we were walking to her
place on the West Side for a drink, then a second drink. Then she suggested I
take a shower to get more comfortable, and then she joined me inside. It was a
triple size shower, with a bench, two shower nozzles above and one on the
side, and we made good use of each of them. By the time we'd finished, two
hours later, I was exhausted, sore and my skin was like a prune. Resting
inside Cheri's legs I suddenly snapped to the realization that Bekka was
waiting for me back at my apartment, unable to walk. A spasm of guilt rolled
through me and I got up.

"What's the matter, honey?" Cheri asked, disappointed.

"I -- I have to go. There's someone waiting for me ... uh ... meeting me for
dinner. Work."

She got up, following me into her bedroom as I looked for my clothes. "Well,
cancel. Call him." She handed me her phone.

"I can't. I have to go." I took her hand firmly off mine and pulled on my
sweaty clothes.

"You ARE seeing someone else," she smiled, cupping her breasts. "But you still
like me, don't you? Isn't life sad, Jethro?" she said, opening and closing her
fingers like she was playing peek-a-boo. "Who's it going to be, me or her? Me
or her?" Open. Closed. Open. Closed. She liked being able to grab my attention
like that, as if her tall sexy body weren't temptation enough. "I won't make
you decide today, but you may not always have the chance," she added, winking.

I was out the door and running. No taxis at 8 on Saturday night. I ran across
the park and fifteen minutes later I was at my apartment.

"Bekka! Are you all right?" I heard a faint moan in the bedroom and rushed in.
She was right where I left her. I shook her gently. "Bekka. Bekka! Can you
hear me?"

"Yeah. I've been sleeping." She yawned. "How was the game?"

"It was ... great. We won. I, uh, scored five times and --

She glanced at the clock. "It's late. Was it extra innings?" she said
dreamily.

"No that's base -- we went out to celebrate and --

She reached for my arm. She held it so lightly she could barely close her
hand. "Awww. And you left early to come back to me? That's so sweet." She
smiled.

"I -- was worried about you."

She patted my arm. "I DO feel very weak. Help me sit up?" I put my arm behind
her back and lifted her. "Wow. It's like being on top of a mountain. My head
is spinning. Are you ready?" I nodded. She held out her hands and immediately
the extra strength left my body. She was sitting under her own power. "Whew!
That's better. I didn't like being so weak." She put her hand on my arm more
firmly. "So! Was it worth it?"

"It was great. I loved being so strong."

She sighed. "This kind of power is really tempting Jeth."

"Did you risk getting into trouble?"

"Oh no! What else are witches supposed to do? But ... I was worried about the
effect it would have on you. What if you got used to it?"

I thought hard. "Well, I might ask you to do it one more time. Just once more.
For the city championship next week." She looked down at the floor. "I know
you're not happy about it. You don't have to give me as much as --"

She sniffed back a tear. "I'd do anything for you Jeth, you should know that,"
she said quietly. "I'm just worried about what it means for us. I don't want
to you look at me like I'm -- like I'm a way of getting you things. I don't
want you to just use me. I want you to --

"I love you Bekka."

Oh DO you?" She hugged me strongly, crying. "DO you Jeth? Oh I hope you do. I
want you to so much!" I held her tightly, feeling like a complete heel. She
really was a special girl, even if she was a witch.

4

We didn't sleep much Saturday night, and it was almost two o'clock on Sunday
afternoon before we got out of bed and showered. I was still trying to make it
up to her, and my tongue was a bit sore from the exercise I'd given it
Saturday night. She seemed to appreciate it though.

"Bekka, would you like to do it again? If you want, you could take even more
of my strength than last time, you know, what's fair is fair."

"Jeth! Why would I want to do that? I don't want you so weak that you can't
even get out of bed! That wouldn't be fun for either of us."

"Yeah, I know. But if you wanted to go out and do something being so strong.
That would be ok with me."

She kissed me on the cheek. "It's nice of you to offer, Jeth, but that's not
why I do it. I told you, this is just a game for us to play."

"Well, what would you want to do? I'm open to anything."

"Are you?" She sat thinking for a minute. "Ever want to feel what it's like
being a girl?"

I stared at her. "No, not really." I replied firmly.

"Oh come on! You mean, all the times you've watched girls screaming in
pleasure while you just mechanically piston away you've never wondered what
we're feeling? Do you think we scream just because we like to? Did you ever
think that we have a lot more fun?" I clutched my crotch involuntarily. My
dick had shriveled to a couple of inches while I contemplated the idea. "Look
at you! Hey, Jeth, believe me. I wouldn't trade my equipment for yours ever.
I'm not going to leave you stranded with a vagina! But just once, aren't you
curious?"

"Well, what exactly do you have in mind?" I said very cautiously.

She looked at me and put her hands on her hips. "Well, we could go as far as
you like. I can leave most of your body unchanged, although I think you'd be
missing something if I didn't give you breasts. But maybe you'd find it a
turnoff if I -- of course, I could just give you the sensitivity without the
size. That would do it. Of course, I'd have your dick and your balls." She had
an impish expression. "And I'd have to change the hormonal balance of our
bodies a bit, so that you'd have the right reactions. There are some pretty
significant chemical differences you know."

"How do you know all this? I never thought of you as a scientist."

"I'm not, silly man! These are just the kind of practical things I had to
learn when I learned the spell. Now, key question. Do you want me to be
stronger than you? On the one hand, you might feel a bit more secure if you're
stronger and feel like you have more control. On the other hand, NOT having
control can be good too, if you trust your lover."

I thought for a few seconds. "Let's do it like the other time. Uh, go all the
way, breasts and all. You can have my size too."

She nodded. "Good choice. You'll feel much more like a g -- I mean, it'll be
more realistic. OK, are you ready?" She took off her bathrobe and then looked
at me. "You know, you might find it upsetting to see me with a penis. Would
you rather I get in bed, under a sheet?"

I looked at her perfect body and a picture of her transformed popped into my
mind. I nodded quickly.

"I'm glad I thought of it," she smiled. "You might not want to look at
yourself either." She draped her lower body in the sheet and I joined her
there. I watched her prepare herself and then felt the familiar shrinking,
along with some unfamiliar feelings, a tingling sensation and a lightness to
my body. Bekka looked a bit disoriented too. "Touch me," she said, more
commanding than usual. I reached for her skin and breasts and touched her flat
chest softly. "Harder." I increased the pressure, rolling her nipples around.
"Amazing! It's such a ... nothing feeling!" She put her arm around me and
pulled me down to her, kissing the side of my waist and then running her lips
around my chest until she settled her tongue on my nipple and circled it
strongly.

"Aaaaaaaaah!" I said, louder than I had expected. She laughed and then locked
her lips to my nipple and started to suck harder. "Oh my god!" I said,
grabbing at her back. I pushed my pelvis against her and then felt dizzy for a
moment, not feeling the sensation of my hard cock against her body, but then
she stuck her finger inside me. "Oh, oh oooh!" I cried. "Oh!!"

"You're so funny!" she said as I clutched at her back. "You're very wet. Are
you ready?"

"I don't know. I think so. Wait, not yet. I liked what you were doing." She
chuckled and started touching me inside again. I frowned. "Too hard." She
lightened up considerably and flashbulbs started going off in my head. I
started moaning.

"Oh, just think how much gentler you're going to be after tonight," she said,
but I wasn't really paying attention. I felt something building inside me,
spreading all over my body, everywhere that Bekka was touching me and
elsewhere too. I couldn't control my voice and had no idea how loud I was, but
I didn't care. And then, there it was, wave after wave of pleasure not focused
anywhere, as much in my brain and in my body and then slowly receding. I
kissed her gratefully and clung to her.

"That was incredible."

"It's just the beginning," Bekka replied, stoking my face and neck. I
shuddered slightly. "Was that another one?"

"A little one," I said, "but nice."

"They're always at least nice," she agreed and held me close.

I felt so small and vulnerable and enjoyed the feeling of her hard and warm
body. I pulled her closer and suddenly felt something hard against my stomach.
"Is that --"

"Uh huh. It feels nice when you press against it. Do it again." I rubbed my
body against it. "Mmmm hmmm. That's good," she agreed, kissing me. She rolled
on top of me and rubbed it against the outside of my vagina.

"Oh, I think I'm ready for you," I said.

"Good," she said and started pushing against me.

"No, no, you're not in the right place," I said.

"Then help me."

I maneuvered myself against her and then felt it. "Ahhhh!"

"Mmmmm, I see why you like this," she said, starting to thrust.

"Not so fast. Wait," I said.

She kept going for a few seconds and then stopped. "Oh it's hard to stop." She
lay still for a moment and then started again. "Oh oh! I'm going to -- hnnnn!
Oh!" She laughed. "I'm sorry. Gee it's hard not to keep at it when you get
started, isn't it? Very nice." I could feel her start to soften. I rubbed
against her. She grabbed my ass and held it still. "Stop. That doesn't feel
good now."

"But. What about me?"

"Mmmm, feel drowsy. Nice." She put her arm around me and snuggled close. "That
was really nice," she said sleepily and dozed off.

I felt wet and a bit drippy, something sticky was on my legs, but she was too
heavy for me to push her off me. Finally she turned over. I pushed her
shoulder. I couldn't believe it. She was completely asleep. And now I had to
pee. Fuck! That was the LAST thing I wanted to do in this body. Well, probably
not the last I thought, but pretty close to it. But I really had no choice. I
slowly got out of bed, trying not to look, and walked carefully over to the
toilet, still dripping. At least the seat was down. I sat and tried to relax
and it came. That felt better. I decided to shower, to get rid of the sticky
feeling, so I walked over to the other side of the bathroom, noticing now the
strange feeling of not having anything swing while I walked. The shower felt
very nice, and after a few minutes I looked at the massage attachment and
thought, why not? Still averting my eyes I aimed it between my legs. Oh my!

A while later (I'm not sure how long) Bekka knocked on the door.

"Can I have my clit back?" she asked. "Are you finished abusing it yet?"

I had to laugh. "One more," I said, teasing a last orgasm out of the vibrating
stream of water. "This wouldn't have been necessary if you'd had a little more
control," I said. She laughed. "OK," I said a couple of minutes later, turning
off the shower and feeling utterly relaxed and satisfied. I closed my eyes,
not really wanting to watch the transformation, and when I opened them a
minute later I was a man again. I cupped my balls and my penis to reassure
myself that they were back and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, don't worry. I took good care of them, didn't I?"

"I guess. But you only rate a 4 -- as a man."

"And as a girl?" she asked, eyebrows raised.

"Oh, I'd say, an '8'."

Her mouth opened, then realizing I was teasing her she ran at me full force,
her little fists waving in the air. I caught her in my arms and trapped her in
a long kiss. "Let me show you how it's done," I said, carrying her to the bed.

5

The next week was very busy. I worked late two nights on a client
presentation, which went very well and spent the other nights with Bekka. The
sex was even better than before. I had to admit that the experience she had
given me on Sunday had made me more sensitive to the way I touched her, and by
the same token had made her more aggressive in the way she handled me. But it
wasn't just the sex. She was one of the most generous and affectionate people
I had ever known. She was genuine and honest, and was sincerely pained by
having to keep part of her life secret from me. She seemed to love me deeply
and I felt that she would do anything for me. And even though I was taking
advantage of her a little bit, I felt that deep down she understood and
accepted me, and knew that I respected her feelings and would not abuse her
trust. In short, she was making me think very hard about whether I wanted her
as more than a girlfriend.

Saturday morning came and I regretted having to ask her again to use her spell
to make me stronger for the game. But she spared me that. After breakfast, she
said, "Well, I hope you score lots of home runs today Jethro. Are you ready?"

I of course didn't have the heart to correct her, but instead nodded
gratefully. "Why don't you come to the game? I'd love to have you there."

She looked like she was considering it. "I don't know. I don't like sports
very much, and I'd hate the thought of watching other men hit you. I think I'd
be cringing the whole time. And also, I won't be feeling very well."

"What if you just give me a bit less of your strength? I don't need all of
it."

She shook her head. "No, I'd feel better knowing you were strong enough to
protect yourself. I don't want you to get hurt." Her eyes twinkled. "And I'll
hear all about it."

I didn't know what to say to thank her so I just hugged her closely and she
did the same. She performed her spell but this time did so from bed and
immediately lay down. She did insist I leave the bedroom window open even
though it was a cool day. I covered her and kissed her and then went off to
the game. She switched on the television and said goodbye, and I felt better
that this time she seemed to have kept enough strength to stay awake.

The park was filled with fans for both teams and it seemed more alive than
usual. The skateboarders and rollerbladers stopped to watch. A few ice cream
vendors worked the crowd. There was a team of police around to keep things
orderly. Even the birds were twittering excitedly and flying around the field.

The other team was from a tough neighborhood in the Bronx, and they
immediately keyed their defense on me. But with Bekka's and my combined
strength I still dominated, scoring twice in the first half and drawing enough
of their attention that my teammates were in the clear most of the time. We
won by four touchdowns.

It was a tradition after the championship to go to a certain bar on 10th
Avenue, but I begged out this time, eager to get back to Bekka. Cheri, who was
leading our cheerleading and was dressed in her University of Miami cheering
costume, intercepted me.

"What do you mean you're not going out after the game? You're the big hero."
She smiled at me very suggestively and put her hand on my neck.

A bird was flitting around my head and I swatted at it so it flew away
chirping and settled on a branch. "I can't today Cheri. I have to get back."

She put her head close to mine. "Come on back with me then. I have a very
special treat planned for you." She came closer so we were almost touching,
licked her lips and then planted a kiss on mine. I looked at her, admiring her
body and getting hard quickly, while she made a guttural purring sound. "You
know you want to," she urged perceptively. "And after last week I've just GOT
to have more of that strong body of yours. I've been thinking about you all
week." She was so hot in her cheerleader costume. I wanted her and her
surprise, but I knew what I had to do.

I shook my head. "I can't. I'm ... I am seeing someone else."

"Since when?" she responded softly, not moving an inch. "Since you made love
to me last Saturday?" She put her hand lightly on my back and rubbed it. More
birds were gathering in the branches above us, chirping loudly. "See? The
birds think you should come. They're talking to you." She put her other hand
there and held me. "Come ON, Jeth."

The noise was getting to me. I threw my helmet at them and they scattered. "Uh
uh, Cheri. I can't. It would be ... I don't want to." I separated her arms and
stepped away to pick up my things.

She stood there, hands on her hips and eyes flashing. "Well fuck you then! You
lying asshole! Jerk. Bastard!"

She followed me and kept screaming at me as I through the park to my
apartment. I didn't turn around and instead picked up the pace. It really
ruined my mood from the game, especially with the stupid chirping birds that
seemed to be all around the park. They were even flying around my building and
then I saw they were flying in and out of window. Fuck, there'd be birdshit
all over the apartment. I cursed and hurried upstairs and burst into the room.
The birds were all around Bekka, twittering away. She looked at me, her pretty
face twisted in a combination of hurt, horror and anger.

"What's going on here?" I demanded. "What are these birds doing in my
bedroom?" I moved toward them waving my arms.

"Leave them alone!" she commanded, with as much force as she could muster.
"They're my friends. More than YOU are!"

I looked at her in complete bewilderment. "What are you talking about?"

"I know exactly what happened ... with that -- that Cheri!" She swept her arm
around the room. "They told me." The birds started chirping again excitedly.
Bekka eyebrows rose and she got even madder. "You -- you. Give me your
strength! Now!"

"Bekka. Wait."

"You heard me. All of it."

"I can explain. I --

She was in her spell pose. "I'm waiting. Don't you dare make me wait."

"Okay. Okay. I'll do anything you say, but just listen to me. I love you." Her
eyes were closed, concentrating. I didn't know what to say. I just wanted to
make her understand. I felt myself shrinking as she took back her strength.
Quickly I was back to my normal size, but I kept shrinking. "Hey Bekka! What
are you doing?!" I stopped shrinking, I guess I no longer "agreed." She stood
up and loomed over me, still several inches taller and considerably stronger,
her muscular arms tightly clenched, her veins pulsing. She reached back and
slapped me hard and I flew across the room, banging my head and shoulder hard
against the wall. My cheek was bleeding and I got up slowly.

"Bekka. What are you doing? Don't hit me. Let's talk about it."

"I don't want to talk to you. I just want to go home and never see you again!
I can't believe you were cheating on me. I should have known never to trust a
man."

"Bekka, you CAN trust me. I didn't go back with Cheri, did I? I came back
here, to you."

"You're having an affair with her. What about last Saturday? You were making
love to her after the game while I was helpless in your bed? Weren't you?" she
said, her voice rising in emotion.

I felt like this was the most important speech I would make in my life. "Yes.
I was. I'm really sorry Bekka. But it's over with her. That's what I told her
today. I want you, Bekka. Only you."

She was staring at me, her lips trembling. "Oh I knew it was a mistake to let
you take my strength to the game. If I hadn't done that, or if I'd just stayed
with you, none of this would have happened."

"Bekka, don't blame yourself. It was all my fault, but I know what I want. I
want you."

"I don't believe you. You're just using me."

"No. That's not true." She looked at me closely. I knew I had betrayed her
badly, but I felt I had a chance. "How can I prove it to you? What can I do to
make you trust me again?"

Another bird flew in and flew around her head, chirping. "So you say you trust
me?" she asked.

"Yes. Absolutely," I replied, eager to demonstrate my sincerity.

"Well then, I want the rest of your strength. If you trust me you'll give it
to me."

I nodded cautiously. "But what are you going to do with it?"

"Trust me," she said evenly. "There's something I want to understand. You'll
give me whatever I want, right?"

"Yes. All right." She went into her spell pose and I could feel her drawing
out more and more of my muscle, shrinking me in height too, until I was barely
five feet tall while Bekka was a least a foot and a half taller than I was,
with more muscle than I'd ever seen before on her. My sweatpants and jock
strap just slid off me, and my jersey hung below my knees. My feet lifted
right out of my shoes and my socks sagged to my ankles. I was so short I
barely reached the bottoms of her breasts. "You could crush me in a second,
Bekka. Is that what you want to do? I'm at your mercy." She said nothing. She
seemed to be waiting for something to happen. And sure enough I heard
footsteps down the hallway and the key went into the door.

Cheri was shouting, "You're here. I know you're in there! I bet SHE's there
too!"

Bekka clenched her fists and looked at me in astonishment. "She has a key? I
don't even have a key!"

"You didn't want --

Cheri burst into the room. She looked at me. "Who are you?!"

"That's Jethro, your BOYfriend!" Bekka replied acidly, looking her up and down
carefully. "And you must be Cheri. I'm Bekka!

Cheri ignored the huge woman. "Jethro?!" Cheri replied in amazement. "What's
happened to you?"

"He gave his strength to me," Bekka replied coldly before I could reply. Cheri
looked at me and I indicated with a quick nod that Bekka was right. Bekka was
glaring at me and then turned to Cheri. "You want it?"

"What do you mean?" Cheri asked, not comprehending the question. "It's, uh,
his. Isn't it?"

Bekka went into her spell pose and closed her eyes. "What's the difference? I
can tell you want it."

"Bekka! No!!!" I cried out. "Don't do it! I trusted you!"

She opened one eye. "Well, then maybe we both made the same mistake," she
replied angrily. She closed her eye and concentrated. I ran up to her and
grabbed her hand but she shook me off like I was an annoying mosquito and
pushed me across the room. "Oooh! You're a greedy girl," she remarked as she
finished and opened her eyes. She walked to the door, shrinking back down a
little as she neared it. "I hope you two get along," she added, her voice
trembling a little as she left, slamming the door behind her.

I looked up at Cheri, who was now over six feet tall and gaining height and
muscle. She had been several inches taller than Bekka to begin with, as well
as being stronger and fitter, and I trembled to think what the injection of my
strength and height into her would do. The miniskirt in her cheering costume
was already bunched around her thighs and her torso was seriously stretching
the rest of the costume. Her already toned biceps were pushing out the
polyester in her sleeves, which with her growth went only halfway down her
forearms.

"Gaaah, it's so tight!" she exclaimed, and pushed her shoulders out, flexing
her lats in the process and bursting the material down the center of her
chest. "Aaaah, that's better!" Her smile grew as she looked down at her chest.
Her "pecs" were pushing out her breasts more and more. She breathed in sharply
and puffed out her chest, causing her costume to rip further down to her
navel. "Ooohhh. Will you LOOK at that!" She pulled it apart, shredding the
rest of the dress and let it fall at her feet. Typically for her, she wasn't
wearing any underwear below. She put her hand on her stomach and traced her
fingers over the ridges of her abs, which were deepening before our eyes. "Oh!
They're just totally to die for!" She held out her arm, amazed at the size of
her biceps and tentatively flexed. "Ohmygod! It's SO big!" She flexed it
harder, straining more and more as a softball sized mound appeared and then
continued to grow as more and more of my strength poured into her from Bekka.
She stared at it, transfixed, until she noticed how tall she was getting too.
She looked up at the ceiling and reach up to it with her hand, and in less
than a minute her fingertip were touching it.

She crossed the room toward me in long strides and stood in front of me,
towering over me. My eyes looked directly into her breasts, which hung in
front of me, gorgeous. I felt ridiculous, so small and weak, next to her, with
my jersey fitting like a dress, the shoulders down to my elbows and the half
sleeves to my thumbs. "N-now Cheri," I said. "Don't think that just because --

She grabbed me under my arms and lifted me so I was even with her. "You hadn't
been working out at all lately, have you Jethro?" She moved her fingers down
my arm, pushing right through the thin layer of soft fat, which was all that
was left, all the way to the bone. I winced. "It was all phony. This is the
real you, isn't it? Your arms so soft and small."

"No! Really. Most of it was mine. You knew me before, right? Before I met
Bekka? She just helped me a little. This isn't the real me at all. Come on,
Cheri, you know that! You have to help me."

She smiled. "Help you? What do I know about it? All I know is it's ALL gone,
Jethro. Now I have ALL of the strength you had, right?" I didn't say anything.
She squeezed harder. "Answer me, you pathetic little wimp! I want answers!"

"Yes! Yes! Please stop. You'll break my arms!" I said, barely able to stop my
voice from descending into a cry. She eased her grip. "If Bekka did what she
said, you should still be getting stronger."

"Oh I am!" She flexed again, and her softball sized biceps now had a split
peak, just like mine had, but hers were even shapelier and more cut, the
muscle even more prominent on her shorter arm. "Oh it's beautiful! But I also
have to see what's happened to you. Take off that football shirt." She put me
down and I looked up at her.

"Well?" she said, "do you want to make me do it myself?" She put her hand on
the front of my shirt and gathered the loose material in her hand. "It might
hurt as I rip it off you," she warned. "This material looks a lot stronger
than you are."

"OK, OK," I said and reluctantly removed it, lifting the tentlike shirt over
my head and dropping it next to me. It was even worse than before. My arms
sagged in all the wrong places, the fat jiggling slightly as I moved. My chest
was thin, the bones showing through my skin, while a layer of fat made my
belly droop. My legs were like bean poles, with only my knee cap to break the
lines.

"Oh God!! Look at you! Look at you!" She leaned back and laughed, her voice
booming through the apartment. She curled her hands into fists and started
punching me lightly, pushing me back across the room until I was trapped
against the sofa, then she leaned down against me and toppled me onto it and
crawled on top of me. "What a teeny little body you have!" she squealed.

"You're crushing me!" I cried out. "Uggghh" I groaned as she flexed her chest,
hardening it so it pressed into me further. "Can't . . . breathe!"

"Heh. Are you there, Jethro? I can hardly feel you." She wiggled against me.
"What's that little thing rubbing against my belly? I used to feel it much
further down. And I'm sure it used to be much larger. I can hardly feel it."
She put her hand under me and flipped us around so I was on top and then she
pushed up my shoulders. "Oh there it is! It IS smaller, like a little boy's!"

"Come on, come on!" She grabbed my arm and pulled me into my second bedroom,
where I kept my exercise equipment. She went right to my free weights and
easily lifted the weight I had set for my two handed curls. "I NEVER thought
I'd be able to lift this much, and now it's so easy. I'm bigger and stronger
than you were for the game!" She put it down. "Now YOU try. Come on, come on.
I want to see you." I walked unsteadily over to it and pulled on it, gripping
it so tightly that my knuckles went white. I couldn't even get the bar off the
ground, much less curl it. My arms ached from the strain.

Cheri looked around the room and found some light weights I'd brought for her
when we had first met, before I realized that she was already pretty strong
for a girl. "Try these. They're just fifteen pounds." She handed them to me,
and I could barely stand with them, the weight pulling me over. There was no
way I could lift them more than a couple of inches and had to drop them after
a few seconds of trying. She laughed so hard she fell down, and kept right on
going, sitting on the floor. "This is SO funny. And she's so mad at you she'd
never give you your strength back, would she?"

I stared at Cheri, realizing for the first time that if what Bekka had told me
was right, even if she changed her mind, she wouldn't be able to take my
strength away from Cheri if Cheri didn't let her.

"What is it? Why are you looking like that?"

"Nothing. I was, uh, just thinking you were right."

"No you weren't. You just thought of something else."

I looked at her incredulously. "You're being ridiculous. That's all I was
thinking."

"Oh don't be so stupid. A girl can tell these things so easily. You just
thought of something you hadn't thought of before and it wasn't that Bekka's
mad at you. That's too obvious, even for you. Now what is it?" She reached
over and grabbed my ankle and held me upside down. "Tell me. And don't lie to
me. Tell me how she did it." I said nothing. She started squeezing my ankle.

"Aaaagh! Stop."

"Tell me."

"She's -- stop, please! -- she's a witch."

She let up but . "A witch! That's crazy!! But ... well, based on what happened
I'd believe anything." She thought a minute. "I still don't think that's what
you were thinking about. Let me see. She asked my permission before she did
it, and you got that funny expression when I said something about giving you
your strength back. Hmmmm. I bet you just realized she can't give your
strength back to you unless I agree." An enormous grin appeared on Cheri's
face as my face sagged. "Wow!! Bingo!" She put me down and then pulled me back
up on my feet. "So, this muscle is all mine unless I decide to let you have it
back?" She tensed her biceps and admired the huge muscle that rose out of her
arm, larger than mine ever had been because it was the product of my strength
and size combined with hers, which was considerably greater than Bekka's.
"Isn't it beautiful? So large, so alive, so powerful! I just LOVE being this
big. So what do think of me, Jethro?"

I looked up at her. "I think you are too big, Cheri. Much too big. You don't
look feminine to me at all."

"Oh is that what you think?" She bent down and pointed at my faithless penis,
which was betraying me by sticking up straight in the air. She pushed it
around with her forefinger, which was nearly several times the length of my
shrunken tool. "Well, he and I think I'm fantastic. I am beautiful and
powerful." She held her biceps next to my lips. "Now give my muscle a good
taste, Jethro, and a big kiss good-bye, because that's as far inside your body
as that muscle is ever going to be again." She pumped it a few times, reveling
in its size and power and then pushed it into my face. Involuntarily my tongue
pressed itself against her skin, tasting it while feeling its steely vitality.
Although her skin was soft, the muscle beneath was rock-hard, as her superb
conditioning had obviously been infused into the large muscles she'd gotten
from me. She rubbed it into my lips and I tasted her sweet skin, still scented
with her perfume, on top of her hugely powerful biceps. It reminded me of the
combination of Bekka's power and sensuality and I started getting harder, my
penis pushing lightly against her thigh.

"That's enough. A little wimp like you can dream about me. But that's it." She
pushed me away.

"Cheri! What makes you think I want you now? Sure you turn me on. I admit it.
But I told you. I love Bekka, and I'm going to marry her."

"I don't think so. Did you see the look on her face when she left?"

"Yeah. She was angry at me. So, that happens."

"Angry? She was disgusted with you. Basically, she'd decided you weren't the
man she thought you were. Believe me, when a woman thinks that, it's over."
She looked down at me calmly. "And looking like you do, I'd say she's right.
How are you going to win her back? You betrayed her, you look like a
supernerd. Yes, I'd say you're shit out of luck, Jethro."

My anger was boiling up inside. "She was crying. I'm sure I heard it."

"You wanted to hear it," Cheri said, taunting me.

"You bitch!" I shouted, rushing at her and raining my fists on her body.

Cheri laughed, covering her chest with her arms. "Don't hit my breasts!" she
warned, giggling. "Oh, you're so weak! I don't think you could even bruise
me." She pushed me away, pinning me to the wall with one huge arm. I strained
against her, but even without her enormous strength there was no possibility
that I could move her seven foot tall body. I stopped struggling and just went
limp. "You've given up already? Accepted being a weakling Jethro?" She relaxed
her hold on me. "Ha-ha! You dumb two timer. You had two great chicks and now
you've lost everything. You really blew it big time."

I ran at her again, beating my fists against her abdomen. "Go on, hit me if
you want. You are so pathetic. Just watch your nails, ok?" Faced with her
scorn and the fact that I was quickly getting winded without even hurting her
I stopped. "Good. Poor Jeth. Look, I have no hard feelings. I've gotten more
out of you than I'd ever dreamed. So I'll go away and take away what's mine,
but first I'll make us some lunch. You let me borrow some clothes until I get
my own?" I nodded. "Good. I'll cut up a couple of your blue jeans and sew a
smaller waist for you, until you buy a few things for your 'petite' bod."

I nodded, completely deflated. What was the point of being angry? I wasn't
going to cry and yelling and screaming felt ridiculous. I followed her into
the bedroom, where she put on one of my looser sweats and made quick work of
some of my older clothes using a travel sewing kit I'd brought back from a
hotel.

We walked into the kitchen and she opened the refrigerator, wrinkling her nose
when she saw what was there. "Looks like it's peanut butter and jelly." She
took the bread off the shelf and I got the jam and peanut butter. I struggled
with the jar and turned around so that Cheri couldn't see the effort I was
making to open it. There was just no way I could open the stupid jam jar!

"Having a problem Jethro?" she asked. "Can I help with that?" I gave it to
her. She raised her eyebrow, then put her thumb and forefinger on opposite
sides of the jar and twisted. She grinned at the pop of the jar and put it on
the counter. "Want to try the peanut butter? It looks like it's already
opened." I shook my head. "Afraid of a little sticky jar? Don't be THAT way.
You've got to try these things. See what you can do. You can't just sit around
and say your life is over." She put her palm on top of it and twisted it open.
"Oh I LIKE being strong." She spread a thick glob of peanut butter on her
bread and ate it. "Mmmmm, lot of protein. Gotta feed my muscles!" She tensed
her chest and arms into a most muscular pose. "Am I the best?" She laughed
heartily and wiped off her mouth with my football jersey and threw it in the
corner. "Well, babe. Gotta go. Happy flexing!"

She left and I collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted, bereft, and more than a
little frightened. How could I live like this? I got up and phoned Bekka, but
she didn't pick up. A bird was chirping outside my window and I ran over and
yelled at it, but it just stared at me and then flew away in its own time. I
clenched my fists in anger and then looked down at my arms in disgust. I just
felt sick, so I went to bed.

6

I won't go into all the sad details of the adjustments I had to make. Not the
tale of buying new clothes or suits, of convincing my doorman that I was
really Jethro Barnes, or the same dialogue I had when I arrived at work that
Wednesday after two days of futile searches for Bekka. Or convincing my mother
not to run to New York to take care of me because I didn't sound like myself.
Or my struggles with grocery bags, shopping bags, balky bus doors, which
opened only through the efforts of impatient old ladies behind me, stuck
closet doors, laundry baskets and even the goddamn Sunday New York Times,
which was too heavy for my feeble arms to lift without trembling, straining
and dropping the sections all over the sidewalk. Or the time Harold stopped by
to get me to go out for a drink, then backed away, refusing even to breathe
the same air as me for fear of catching whatever I had. Or my regular, futile
calls to Bekka, who either was never at home, or never chose to pick up the
phone.

But how can I not write about what happened with my secretary, Marissa
Tallenteza, an Italian girl from Jersey City. She was a nice looking girl,
with good legs and round perky breasts. I'd hired her when she'd dropped out
of the Fashion Institute of Technology, and although she acted like she hated
the job she was just about a good a secretary as you could get these days
under the age of 50. From day one I had flirted with her, while not taking her
too seriously because at 5'2" she was a little on the short side for my
tastes. And hell, she was just a secretary from New Jersey! Two months before,
she and I had a late night fuck, a quickie in the supply room after she'd
stayed late to help me put a rush presentation together. The next day I had to
puncture her balloon, any idea that after that night her life had changed
forever. She took it hard. Her eyes welled up with tears, her voice shook and
she ran to the ladies' room and didn't return for an hour. I had to make sure
she got the usual token bonus that secretaries on our team get when we land a
new account, and there were no problems. Well, there were no "problems," but I
can't say that our working relationship was particularly warm after that.
She'd take every chance to put me down with a wisecrack or a raised eyebrow,
but she knew how far she could take it without my coming down hard on her and
rarely crossed the line. I tolerated it, in part because I knew she could get
me in trouble, but mostly because she was cute and got the job done.

Today she looked very different to me. Today I had to look up to her, and her
petite frame looked big and very sexy to me.

"Are you really Jethro Barnes?" she asked, puzzled.

"Yes, I am," I replied wearily. I told her a few things that only I would know
and convinced her beyond a doubt.

"Well, what happened to you? How did you shrink?"

"I really don't want to talk about it Marissa. Could you just get me my
coffee?"

She shook her head. "Uh uh. I don't think so. You know, none of the other
girls get their bosses coffee here."

"Well, you always did."

She shrugged. "I don't feel like it, okay?" She giggled. "I have to be honest.
You used to scare me and now you don't. So I'm going to do my job. But that's
all." She looked me over once again in amazement, snorted down a laugh and
left my office. I called her back ten minutes later.

"You think I'm always going to be this size? Well I'm not. I'm going to get my
muscle back, and my height."

She nodded. "Oh yeah. I'm sure it'll all grow back. Everyone's does," she said
casually and covered her mouth as she left my office. This was not going to be
easy.

It wasn't long before the other secretaries and staff began stopping by
Marissa's office and sneaking a look at me while they gossiped. I tried to
ignore the whisperings and giggles but by noon I had enough and called Marissa
into my office. She excused herself and came in but instead of standing
opposite me with her steno pad in hand, she sat right down in one of my chairs
and looked at me boldly, plopping her pad on top of some papers on the desk.

"Well? What do you want?"

"You know what I want. Get down to work. Stop talking about me."

"Your stuff's almost all up to date and I could finish it any time. There's no
rule against chatting. It's not like I'm talking about anything
con-fi-den-tial." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"I don't like what you're doing."

She shrugged her shoulders and picked up a piece of wood with two glass golf
balls on my desk, a memento from a firm event. "You going to report me?"

"I want you to stop."

She tossed the trophy in the air and caught it. "Well, OK." She got up. "I've
already told pretty much everyone I wanted to about you. Are you going to
check up on what I'm talking about in the secretaries' lunchroom to make sure
I don't say any more?"

"I'm not finished with you." I stood up, forgetting my size. "Where are you
going with that?" She looked down at me from a five inch advantage with her
heels and barely suppressed a laugh.

She gave me a big smile. "I got your balls." she said and walked out.

I started to run around my desk to take them back but calmed myself down. What
was the point of picking a fight over a trophy? What exactly was she going to
do with it anyway? Better to let it go. I took a few deep breaths and went
back to my spreadsheet. Of course some of my buddies stopped by, gave me a few
stares, asked a few questions and then left. None of them wanted to look at me
or know what had happened. I knew I wouldn't if I had seen one of them last
week looking like I did. Harold wouldn't even return my calls.

So I stayed in my office. I had a lot to catch up on after two days out and
kept adding more papers to the out box, which grew higher and higher. I called
for Marissa several times, but she didn't answer. Finally at a quarter to five
I got up to see where she was. She was outside my office at her desk, filing
her nails. "What are you doing?! I've got work for you!"

She turned down her mouth. "Your work's boring. Maybe tomorrow."

"It's due tomorrow morning. You'll do it tonight."

"You can't make me do overtime. You have to request it by 4:30." I glared at
her. "Oh all right. I could use some extra pay this week." She handed me a
paper. "Sign this, and my cab form." She smiled. "I'm not going to let you
screw me, Jethro."

"Just get the damn work done!" I said and signed them, then stomped back into
my office. I was going to have to work late too.

The office emptied out and soon we were just about the only ones left. I had
one more project to finish but fortunately it was just like one I'd done a
couple of years ago. I just had to get the file. Normally I'd have Marissa
find it, but I didn't want to ask for her help and since it should be in my
office I decided to find it myself. I rooted around, opening drawers and file
cabinets but couldn't find it.

"What are you doing?" she asked, leaning against the door.

"Looking for the Ford Acceptance Corporation 1999-3 deal file."

She nodded and pointed to the highest shelf. "It's up there, under the closing
binder." I used to be able to reach up there easily, but now it was at least
18 inches beyond my reach. She stood there watching as I moved my chair under
it and climbed on top. She should be doing this, but I wasn't going to ask
her.

"That book is very heavy, you know," she said, cleverly anticipating a problem
but not offering to solve it. It was one of those 6 inch thick books with
leather bindings that the lawyers put together to show you how much work they
did. I reached up high enough to put my hand on it, but between my lack of
leverage and lack of strength I couldn't take it off the pile. To my shame, I
couldn't even lift it high enough to slide the file out from underneath, even
pushing as hard as I could without losing my balance. "Maybe you should get
one of the big, strong, guys in the mailroom to lift it for you," she cracked.
"Or maybe one of the guys who plays on the football team."

"Cut the jokes and give me a hand," I replied.

She smirked. "This is a job for a girl," she teased, and motioned me to get
down. She climbed onto the chair and pushed the book up easily and tossed the
file onto the desk. "Wow. You are SO weak, Jethro. I could beat you up, and
I'm not even strong." She curled her fingers like a lion's claws and stepped
down, enjoying her height advantage over me.

I stood my ground. There was no way I would let Marissa intimidate me. "Don't
be stupid, Marissa. Let me finish up, so we can get out of here." She looked
down at me, then pushed me down onto the desk. I couldn't believe that in my
weakened state, the force of my 5'2" secretary's arms felt like those of a 250
lb. linebacker. I got up slowly, only to have her push me back down with one
hand on my chest and hold me there.

She laughed at me, flexing her free arm to show me her tiny muscle. "Look at
me, Marissa the Amazon, with more than enough muscle to pin Jethro Barnes one
handed!" I grabbed her wrist to push her arm off me but I couldn't, and, then,
humiliated, used both of mine. With my arms shaking, I slowly pushed her arm
higher. She looked down at me, amused. No, more than amused, barely
suppressing her glee, and then calmly pushed both my arms back with one hand.
"Yes, it's Supergirl!" she crowed, "with more than twice as much strength as a
boss man! Able to lift heavy closing binders with a single hand."

"Hey Marissa. You still here?" It was Krystin, her best friend at the office.
"What are you doing?!" she asked, looking into the office.

"Krissie! Come in and watch me beat up my boss!"

"Get out! Really?" She walked inside.

"Ahem!" I said. "You know, this is not really a good idea for either of you."

"Oh yeah. He's gonna fire me for harassment, Krissie. Do you think so?" She
laughed. "Look at muscle-bound here," she said, indicating me. "Hey, how much
do you want to bet I can beat you in armwresting, one arm against two. A
hundred dollars?"

"Marissa! What's gotten into you?"

"I'm telling you Krissie, he's turned into such a total wimp. I LOVE it!"

"Yeah, it's pretty funny," she agreed. "How late are you going to have to be
here? I want to have a drink."

"My work?" I reminded her, still pinned to my desk. "You need to finish --

Krystin glared at me. She was a little taller than Marissa, about 5'5", and
with her heels she looked like a giant. She took off her jacket and laid it
carefully on one of the chairs in front of my desk, then motioned for Marissa
to step aside. "I bet you didn't know this, Barnes, but unlike Marissa here, I
go to the gym four times a week after work." She flexed her right biceps and a
firm lemon shaped muscle popped up. "I had to miss my class tonight, and now I
want a drink. Maybe you'd like to give me a workout instead?" She picked me up
under my arms and shoved me against the wall. "You weigh about as much as my
nephew -- he's thirteen, but he hasn't reached puberty yet. And when I babysit
for him, he does what I say. Get the message?"

I nodded.

"Cool!" Marissa said. "Wait." She picked up the file she had taken down for me
and stood up on my desk chair, then slid it under an even larger pile of books
than before. "You know, there's a girl on the night cleaning staff who's
pretty strong. I'll send her around. Come on, Krissie. I feel great! Let's
pick up some guys and party!"

I knew who she was talking about. Bernice hated me for leaving half full
coffee cups in my trash. She was big and strong and had foul breath. I waited
a minute and then left the office. Bernice would be far too much for me to
handle tonight.

7

After a couple of weeks, the trials of being small started to become more
familiar. I knew where to stand on busses and subways to be in a position to
leave at my stops, since there was no way I could push through crowds to get
off. I resigned myself to being unable to get taxis unless there was no one on
the street, since I was invisible to them behind crowds of taller and stronger
men and women. I shopped in small quantities and ate a third of my usual
amount, since without any muscle my metabolism slowed to a crawl. My friends
still avoided me, which was fine with me, and I spent Friday and Saturday
nights watching HBO. I couldn't bear to go out and see normal people drinking
and partying. Besides, I couldn't even handle a bottle of beer without getting
completely drunk, not to mention having to take a piss twice during the bottle
to make room for it.

It was one of those quiet Saturday nights when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi. Jeth?"

"Bekka." I didn't know what to say. "Calling to make fun of me?"

"No," she sobbed. "Oh Jethro. I'm so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?" She was
bawling on the phone.

"Bekka. Bekka!" I said more loudly. She quieted to a whimper. "Where have you
been?"

"I ... I've been away. I couldn't stay in New York. I went up to Salem, you
know, I still have family there. I was really crushed when you cheated on me.
And with that girl! She was so horrible! It made me feel so cheap. But I ... I
really love you Jeth. I had to come back and see if -

I didn't say anything for about ten seconds. "So, you're in New York?"

I heard her breathing. "Yes," she said quietly.

"Um, do you want to come by. I don't feel like going out, but maybe we could
order in. Some Chinese?"

She swallowed. "Y-yeah. OK. That would be great. I can be there, uh, really
soon." She hung up. I looked around the apartment, which was its usual
disaster and I tried to clean up a little, but it wasn't as if I could scrub
or move things around much without exhausting myself, so I just put the dirty
clothes at the bottom of my closet, stashed away the dirty dishes in the
dishwasher and put the newspapers in piles. The doorman let her right through
and I opened the door for her.

She came in and looked at me, and then burst into tears again, bending down to
hug me and then kneeling down on the floor so that I could kiss her the
regular way. It was humiliating of course, but better than craning my neck. I
could feel her hands exploring my body, its softness, the small size of my
bones. She just held me more tightly and started crying even more.

"Oh Jeth, I'm so, so sorry. I did such an awful thing to you. I don't know
what I was thinking, and now I've ruined everything for us." She knelt down
even further and clutched my waist, but her weight was too much for me and I
toppled over, as if she had tackled me. She just cried even louder.

"Bekka. Bekka. You ... have to get up. I can't ... breathe." She lifted her
head and nodded and crawled off me. "So, what are we going to do?" She just
looked at me. "I mean, you've got to get me back the way I was."

"I know. I know. But I don't know how. I'd give you all of my strength,
Jethro, believe me I would, every last bit, but it wouldn't be enough anyway.
I tried calling Cheri. I called her all last week, and when I finally reached
her she just laughed at me. I can't give you your strength back if she won't
cooperate. She's so mean, and since she's gotten that pro basketball contract,
she'd never change her mind. Do you know she's going to make $15 million a
year?"

"I know."

"She's already moved to L.A. She's got movie deals and everything. She's
totally beyond us."

"Isn't there anything you can do to her to change her mind? I mean, you're a
witch, aren't you? Can't you threaten her with something?"

"I'm NOT that kind of witch, Jethro. You know that."

"But it is possible? I mean, you do know some witches who would do that? Just
this once, and ...."

"Jethro! Believe me, you do not want to get involved with them. And besides,
with her money she could buy much more powerful magic than you could. Forget
about that, please." She looked into my eyes, imploring me.

"OK, I believe you."

"You really want your strength back? You're sure? I mean, because it doesn't
matter to me. It doesn't change the way I feel about you at all. And we could
still play our games, Jeth, like before. It's just the two of us, so it
doesn't matter how strong we are compared to the rest of the world. I could
make you stronger than me, or we could just do it like we are know. Or there
are some other things we could do. There are games with smells and sounds and
colors. And we could travel together invisibly. Or ...."

"Bekka, I can't live like this. I can't be a wimp, at the mercy of everyone. I
don't feel like a man any more."

"But you are a man. I know that. And I love you. I'll always love you. You
were so brave before, trusting me, even knowing what I could do. I'll never
forget that Jethro. I betrayed you, worse than you had betrayed me. And I'd do
anything to make it up to you -- almost anything," she finished, her voice
becoming very small.

I shook my head. "Bekka. I love you too. But ... I can't stay like this. Even
if it were just the two of us. I'm ... I'm so small ... everywhere. You made
me ... like a two year old ... you know. I'd never be able to . . . ." She bit
her lip and started crying again and then ran to the bathroom. She stayed
there a long time and then came out.

"OK. OK. I understand. We have to do it."

"Do what?"

She had a "game face" on. "Jethro. You know that what I'm going to do, I'm
doing only because I love you. Will you trust me about that?"

I had to trust her. What would you do in my position?

8

I sat at a dirty table in a bar in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, nursing a half pint of
light beer. It was all I could manage and still keep an eye on Bekka. She was
at the bar, ignoring me, chatting with a man. Every so often I stole a glance
their way. The guy was big and confident. He already had his arm around her
and had moved his stool close to hers. He was already on his third drink, and
it was obvious that it barely affected him. He glanced over my way and scowled
at me, turned back to Bekka and then looked at me again. Bekka put her hand on
his shoulder and said something in his ear but he shook his head, brushed her
hand off and stood up. He pushed the stool out and headed over to me.

"What're you looking at, pipsqueak?" he roared as he reached my table.

I swallowed. He was at least as big as I used to be, maybe even bigger, and he
looked like he was used to throwing his weight around. "Nothing," I said, my
voice high and quavering.

He pulled me out of my chair and lifted me into the air. "I don't like wusses
like you staring at my girl. Now get out of here before I break you into
little pieces." He threw me down roughly and I stumbled across the room,
banging into the waitress, a stocky girl who saw it all coming and bounced me
away from her with a firm shove with her hip. I tumbled to the floor to the
laughter of the crowd. This was so humiliating! I didn't dare look at Bekka
and slunk out of the bar and made my way home. I so badly wanted Bekka to
comfort me and remind me why I was going through this, but after waiting
several hours I realized she wouldn't show. She was with him.

I'd given her a key this time, of course, and just as I was getting ready to
leave for work, she came in slowly, embarrassed. She rushed up to me when she
saw me and hugged me silently, then broke away with a sob. I followed her and
put my hand on her back, but she didn't look up. "I have to go to work,
honey," I said and she moved slightly to show me she'd heard me, but didn't
look up. I left. She wasn't there when I came home.

In fact, I saw very little of her the next two weeks. I only figured she was
spending her time with Rocco. The whole thing disgusted and tormented me and
make it hard to even think about my work. Of course Marissa made it even
worse, bullying me in her petty but clever little ways, like putting my
morning Wall Street Journal underneath reference books I could barely lift or
wedging my wooden coat hanger into the crack in the door so that I couldn't
remove it even using both arms and the leverage from my legs. She'd watch me
struggle for awhile, sitting at her desk, filing her nails or talking on the
phone, then get up, saunter over, and pull out the hanger or lift the book
with one hand, then saunter back to her desk, wiggling her little ass. I felt
like I could have killed her, except of course I couldn't. She could probably
knock me down with one swing of her handbag, while I doubted I could even lift
it without using both of my feeble arms.

I was in a very bad way.

Finally I decided I could take any more uncertainty. I had to find Bekka and
see how her plan was going.

I went back to Bay Ridge and checked the bars, then the house where he lived.
I saw Bekka through the curtains, vacuuming the rug, dusting the tables. For
him. My blood boiled. I was about to rap on the window when Rocco came into
the room and put his meaty hand on Bekka's ass and pulled her to him. She put
her arms around him and whispered in his ear. He scowled and shook his head
twice. Bekka stroked his chest and felt his biceps and then motioned to her
own and flexed. He looked at them and burst out laughing, swallowing them up
in his big hands. She frowned and looked like she was in pain, pushing at him.
He laughed and let go of her. She was talking away now, trying to persuade him
and he half-listened, walking out of the room, then back with a can of beer.
She was still talking, running her hands down her ample figure, wiggling her
hips, gesturing with her hands. He looked at her, tired of the argument and
was just about to leave the room again when something she said stopped him. He
thought a minute and then grinned and nodded. She went to him and reached up
on tiptoe and kissed him, then sat on the couch cross-legged. I recognized
that position. She was going to do it! My heart started beating wildly and I
felt faint. I forced myself to leave the house, at least walk around the
block, so that I wouldn't look too suspicious. I checked my cell phone to make
sure it was fully charged and she could call. By the time I had returned
they'd moved to another room. I could see a huge leg flailing around. What
were they doing? They were screwing! Why hadn't she called me? I couldn't help
myself. I entered the house and looked for Rocco's rooms and then banged on
the door. I heard whispering and I banged harder. Heavy footsteps approached
the door.

"Who is it?" said a rich feminine voice.

"Bekka!! It's me. Let me in!" I rattled the door handle.

"Jeth? How did you --

"What's going on?" a thinly pitched voice complained. "Just tell whoever the
fuck it is to beat it and get your ass back in here, damn it!"

"Bekka!" I said insistently. The lock slowly turned and the door opened.

She stared down at me, the muscles bulging from her naked body as she held the
door. "You shouldn't have come," she said reprovingly. "I didn't call you yet.
I'm not ready."

"What do you mean you're not ready?" I answered, entering the room. "Look at
you! You're a giant. You must have almost all of his strength. What more do we
need?"

"I can't do it just now," she whispered. Please go away!"

"Bekka, I can't take it anymore. I'm begging you. Now! Give it to me."

Rocco was in the room, staring at me. "What is he doing here? You know him or
something?" He advanced toward me, threateningly. But he was no bigger than I
was. "Get out of here!" he demanded.

"You're in no position to tell me what to do," I said confidently and stepped
up to his challenge. He reached back to hit me, but I blocked him and swung
back, connecting on his jaw. It hurt my hand, but he jerked back staggered by
my jab. It was so satisfying to fight someone at least as weak as I was.
Besides, he was completely naked, his big dick hanging limply.

"Stop it!! Stop it both of you!!" Bekka shouted. Rocco charged back into the
fray, but as I reached back to hit him again Bekka grabbed my arm and pulled
me back, then stepped in front of Rocco. We stood on either side of her, each
struggling to get at the other, held back like little children squabbling.

"Give it to me, Bekka."

"What the fuck is going on!" Rocco said and stamped his little feet. "Who is
this guy?"

"I'm Bekka's boyfriend, that's who I am!" I yelled back.

Bekka screamed in frustration and pulled on both our arms. We yelped in pain
and fell to the floor. "Oooh! I'm so sorry!" she moaned. "Oh, this isn't right
at all. Jeth, get out of Rocco's house, please. Now."

"But Bekka."

"Jeth! I can't. OK? I can't. Leave me, so I can put Rocco back the way he
was."

"But--

She looked at him mournfully. "I can't do this to him, ok? I'm not that kind
of witch. You couldn't love me if I were, could you? Could you?!" she pleaded,
looking into my eyes.

Rocco was red with anger but wisely did nothing.

"No, of course not," I said, thinking exactly the opposite. "I'll go. I'll ...
just go home." I started to the door, then stopped. "You touch her," I said to
Rocco, "and I'll kill you."

He glared at me while Bekka shook her head. I had just made things worse.
There wasn't anything else I could do to screw things up more, I guessed, so I
left.

Six hours later, bruised and tired, Bekka joined me in my apartment. I looked
up at her, half wanting to kill her, half ashamed at myself and sorry. Well,
three-quarters wanting to kill her.

"He beat you up, didn't he?" I said, dully.

She pursed her lips. "Yes," she said quietly. "This is how I look after I
fixed myself up. I ran out of energy to do more. I need --" she staggered and
slumped against the wall. I rushed over to help her but we would have both
ended up on the floor if she leaned on me, so I just touched her back. "Bring
me some lilies, some asparagus and parsley. I'll be in the bath." She walked
carefully across the apartment. I went out to the supermarket and when I
returned thirty minutes later I left them with her soaking in the tub, deep in
a trance.

9

"I just don't know whether anyone would do this," I said. "But on the other
hand, people will do almost anything for money."

Bekka shook her head. "I would do it if I needed money to feed my children, or
to help you. But otherwise -- I guess money isn't that important to me."

"Well, we had a few responses and some people will probably just show up. As
long as we don't have to raise the rate, we should get by all right. I can
always make more money, I suppose."

"Or we can make do with less. You could move in with me, Jeth. My apartment's
a lot cheaper."

"We'll get by. My bonus should cover half of it so we can pay back the bank
next month and -- look, it won't be a problem."

"You're still mad about Rocco, aren't you? Jeth, it's not like I was in love
with him. I was only doing it for you. But I would have had to make him LIKE
being small, so that he'd let me keep his strength. I couldn't just take it
from him like a thief."

"But that's what you did to me. It worked anyway."

"That's completely different," she said patiently. "It's not a matter of
things working or not. It's about doing the right thing. I was angry at you,
Jeth, but I love you. It's like the difference between throwing a plate in
anger and stealing it. I couldn't do that to Rocco. He would completely fall
apart, not being strong."

"Like me."

"You haven't fallen apart! You still have your job. You have me. How would
Rocco load trucks without his strength? How would he live, unless he found a
good woman to take care of him." She shook her head. "I had it all planned.
Someone was going to come into his life and ... well, there's no use talking
about it. And I just couldn't go through that again. It's better this way. At
least we're doing it together and no one gets fooled or hurt."

I turned the key in the door of the three-room office we had rented for the
month. She put the sign on the door and the elastic exerciser onto the desk of
the main office. She boiled water for coffee and tea in the waiting room. I
settled into the back room behind the office with a few CDs and closed the
door. With the light off I could see Bekka clearly but no one could see me.
Bekka had been studying and studying, perfecting all the spells on exchanges
so that nothing would go wrong and now we were ready. She waved and smiled at
me and the door buzzed. It was barely 9:15 on a Tuesday morning and our first
appointment was 15 minutes early.

A man walked in, uncertainly. "You're the one in the ad?"

"I am. Cash for strength. How much do you need?"

"Well," he said awkwardly. "I need $10,000. But I don't really understand any
of this. You give me cash, and I have to give you some of my strength."

Bekka nodded. "Yes. The terms are all on that piece of paper there. We're
paying roughly $2,500 per pound of curling strength. We'll test your strength
on that device and let you know what percentage of your strength you would
give up for a specified amount. And we have some other special offers if you
want to discuss them for height, bone density, organ function, penis size --

"No thanks. Uh, the strength is enough for me. So what do I do?"

"Just use that exerciser. That's right. Pull as hard as you can. Right, that's
it. Well, $10,000 would be about 10% of your strength."

"Ten percent? That sounds like a lot. Maybe I should stick with 5%. And what
about, uh, height?"

"We pay $3,000 per inch."

He nodded. "And, uh, penis size?"

"$25,000 per inch."

"Wow." He shook his head and clutched at his groin. "Valuable property." He
thought for a minute. "OK. I'll make do with $5,000 for strength and one inch
height. What do I do?"

"Just sit down. I'll do the transfer and then the money's yours." Bekka sat on
the couch and went into her position. I could see her arms grow and her dress
become a little tighter and shorter. The man's suit became a little bit looser
on him. "All done. Now, you're sure you are comfortable with this? Once I pay
you and you leave, the transfer is final." This was what we agreed she would
say. Bekka had wanted to let them change their minds at any time, but I
insisted. We'd compromised on giving them one chance to reverse it.

He felt his muscle through his jacket and shook his head. "Weird! It seems ok.
I guess it's going to cost me a little on the tailoring though."

"You look fine," Bekka assured him and she handed him $8,000. "They were
really too short for you before."

"You think so?" he asked, encouraged. He looked at the bills in his hand.
"Yeah, well thanks." He stood up, a bit tentatively, and pulled at the door,
paused and frowned, then pulled again, opened it and left.

I bounced out of the back room and hugged Bekka, feeling the hardened muscles
on her immediately. She squeezed me and I groaned, and we both laughed. "Here,
let me give it to you, Jeth." She sat on the couch and went into her position.

I quickly felt some strength return to my arms and my pants constricted as I
grew an inch. "This is great, Bekka. It's going to work." I heard footsteps
and quickly went back into the darkened office.

"Are you the strength transfer lady?" a powerful looking young man asked.

"Yes," Bekka said brightly, eyeing his muscular arms.

"Yeah, well, is this enough for you?" he said, challenging, and showed her his
bulging biceps through his shirt. "Go on, feel it. How much will you give me
for all of it?"

"All of it?" Bekka asked cautiously, touching his solid arms. "You want me to
take all your strength?"

I couldn't believe my ears. That guy wasn't very tall, but he looked as strong
as an ox. I'd be back up to my old strength in no time.

"Yeah, make me a weakling. Make me a shrimp too. You pay for height too,
right?" he roared.

Bekka nodded and looked uncertainly back at me. I nodded vigorously and
mouthed "do it!", forgetting that she couldn't see me in the dark.

She handed him the exerciser, which he extended effortlessly. "Well, I can't
take all of your strength -- that would kill you -- and I

"So you think I care about that? I don't, so why should you?!" he declared.

She nodded. "You're very strong. I could take, say, 60% of it and you'd still
be, uh, able to function normally. You have so much now - well, that would be"
she checked her calculator, "about $150,000. And it's $3,000 per inch of
height."

"Yeah? Take 75%. I don't need it. And make me a foot shorter. That'd do it,"
he sneered. "That would teach her."

Bekka punched in the numbers carefully. I did it in my head twice as fast.
"That's $223,500. But are you sure that --

"Look, you want it or not?!" he asked, pounding his hand on the table. The
loud bang made Bekka jump.

"Yes. Of course I do," she replied quickly, looking in my direction again.
"Just sit down in that chair. It'll only take a minute." She said down,
cross-legged.

"Fine. Make it quick, before I change my mind," he threatened.

Bekka opened her eyes and looked at him, then closed them again. Bekka had
taught herself how to magically transform her clothing as she grew so that she
stayed fully clothed. It was amazing to watch her balloon outward, her arms
suddenly tripling in size, her chest becoming massive and powerful while he
shrank into a runt even smaller than I. She stood up and loomed over him, his
head barely reaching the height of her breasts. In fact, the sight reminded me
of some of the old Popeye cartoons in which a powerful baboon hammers Popeye
into the ground just by raising and lowering his chest. I was so turned on
that I wasn't sure what was making me more excited: looking at Bekka in
contrast to this now pathetic loudmouth, or anticipating being strong again
just seconds after he left us.

"Excuse me. I'll just get the money out of my safe," she said.

Just then there was another knock at the door, which was locked to protect the
privacy of our "clients." The handle turned and the door shook. "Barney!
Barney are you in there?!"

"Fuck you, Melissa! I already did it."

"Barney, no! Let me in!"

He laughed. "Go on, let her in. Let her see what I've done." Bekka shrugged
and unlocked the door. A blond woman about 5'5" and heavily made-up,
especially around her eyes, came in and wailed loudly when she saw him. He
looked up at her, grinning. "So this is what you wanted Melissa? Huh? Is this
what turns you on?" She closed her eyes and shook her head rapidly. "Oh yeah?
When you were screaming before you said different!"

"You're so small!" she cried, looking down at him. She put her hands on his
shoulders and leaned on him and he crumpled to the floor but looked up at her
maniacally. "Oh god!" she screamed. "What have you done to him!"

Barney propped himself up and reached in the air. "I'll take that money now,"
he said coldly and Bekka handed it to him. He counted it carefully then
nodded. "C'mon doll. We can go out now, just like you did with Clarence. We
can go to a show, and then a fancy dinner." He pushed himself to his feet and
looked down at his pants trailing the floor. "Maybe a stop first to get some
new jeans or something. You want to pick them? I got the cash to buy whatever
you like."

Melissa wept. "No! I want you in YOUR body. Not this! I don't care how much
money you have. I want YOU!"

He turned to her and sneered, then saw something in her eyes and his face
softened a little. "Yeah, but I thought--

"Oh I'm such an idiot!" she declared. She turned to Bekka. "Can't you do
something?"

I groaned, then clapped my hand over my mouth. Bekka turned toward me, but the
others didn't hear anything. "Well, he can change his mind before he leaves,"
she said.

Barney looked at his girlfriend then at the wad of bills. He sighed, then
tightened his mouth and grinned. "Yeah, change me back. But remember Mel, this
is what YOU wanted." She nodded submissively as Bekka went into her trance and
Barney quickly grew taller and muscular again. "Heh-heh. You're gonna
appreciate me more now, aren't you?" he crowed to his girlfriend. She nodded
and shyly took his hand.

Bekka cleared her throat. "Excuse me, but you have to return the money now."

He sneered. "Oh yeah? And who's going to make me? C'mon Melissa. We can have
that fancy dinner anyway!"

My heart sunk. We needed that money! Bekka moved toward him but he shoved her
away and she crashed against the wall and stood up slowly, shakily. I couldn't
just watch this. I opened the door and charged at him and bounced right off.
He looked down at me. "Will you look at this runt! Hey, are you her protector?
What a joke. Hey it's time to go." He opened the door and stopped short. It
was Cheri, looming a foot above him.

"I think you're leaving with something you shouldn't," she said with a smile
and grabbed Barney's upper arms, squeezing them tightly.

"Aggh! Let go! You're hurting me!" he groaned. "Stop!" he yelled more loudly
as she pressed harder. He dropped the money on the ground.

"That's better," Cheri said, picking it up and handing it to Bekka.

Barney stared at her. "Y-you're Cheri Martin, the basketball player!"

"The one. The only," she replied, flexing one of her huge biceps -- my biceps!
"But if I were you, I wouldn't stick around for an autograph. I might put it
somewhere you don't want it."

Melissa was pulling Barney's arm and he looked at her, then quickly left the
room. Cheri slammed the door behind them with her foot. She looked down at us.
"Well, it's been awhile. I happened to be in town for a game. Nice racket you
have here. I never really got around to thanking you for what you did for me,
Bekka." She grinned. "Thanks." She stood over us, her hands on her hips.

"Thank you," Bekka said, "for making him return the money." I just looked at
her.

"And aren't you going to thank me too for protecting your girlfriend?" she
said to me in a condescending tone.

"No! Not until you give me back what's mine," I said.

"Mine now," she replied, pressing her hands together to make her biceps and
chest bulge. "You know, life's sure been good to me lately. You're dumping me
for her really worked out well. But there was one thing that wasn't quite
right for me, and when I saw your ad, I figured this was the time to take care
of it."

My heart pounded. What did she have in mind?

"$25,000 in inch, right?" she asked.

I looked at her, then realized where my equipment had gone. She was walking
around with a nine inch clit! I started laughing. "Ha-ha! Bekka, she ought to
pay US to remove it."

"Laugh all you want. But you need it more than I need to get rid of it. Sure
it's gross, but it's also sensitive as can be, and with my other assets, I
don't have a problem with men. In fact, it'll cost you $50,000 an inch, if you
want it back," she said evenly.

"$450,000! But that's almost all our savings!" Bekka exclaimed.

"Tough, isn't it. And I don't even need the money. That's what I make every 10
days or so. But that's the deal, take it or leave it. Or you can think about
it -- for about 20 seconds," she chuckled.

"We'll take it," Bekka said quickly, looking at me for confirmation. I nodded,
sadly. It would take me years to make that money back, years more of being a
runt.

"I thought you would. Anytime you're ready, witch," she said to Bekka.

Moments later, the crotch of my pants was bursting and I ran into the other
room to strip them off and change into some looser pants I had brought, not
expecting however, that I'd only be able to fill them between my legs. I came
out and the pants legs dragged on the ground. Cheri laughed and ran her finger
up her crotch. "Perfectly streamlined again," she crowed. "So long guys. If
you're ever in the market for anything again, let me know."

I turned around to go into the back room and slumped, dejected, onto the sofa.
Bekka sat down beside me and stroked my cheek. "Honey, don't be so sad. We
have each other, and we'll be able to make love again like before. You know
how great it is between us."

"I know, and ... that's really great. It's just . . . never mind," I said
sadly. I stared at the floor, motionless for several minutes. Bekka cried a
little, then there was a knock on the door. She got up and answered it, then
came back.

"He was a big guy, but I told him we only had another $40,000, and he said he
wasn't interested. He needs $100,000 for his son's medical bills." She sighed.
"I may as well pack up. Why don't you make a sign for the door and then let's
go home." I nodded, too depressed to move, and closed the door. I just wanted
to be alone. I checked my arms. So, I had a small muscle now. Maybe I was
almost as strong as my secretary, I thought, mocking myself. I could probably
even beat the average 14 year old girl at armwrestling! I listened to Bekka
bustle around the office and doodled a bit on a piece of paper, then turned
out the light. Sleep would be a good escape. Could I sleep for two years? I
had nodded off and was sleeping when there was another knock at the door. I
woke up and I heard a woman speaking, then Bekka, and then a familiar voice.
Who was that?

"We don't have enough left," Bekka was saying.

There was a pause. "Well, that's not the important thing," the woman said
firmly. "The reason we're here is your own stupid muscle, which you don't know
what to do with."

The man mumbled, "Yeah. I mean, yes, Mistress Esme."

It sounded like someone I knew. I moved closer to the door. It was Harold,
standing next to a very sharply dressed woman with a fierce look. She was
about 5'10" with striking features and tall for a woman but still dwarfed by
Harold, who looked very awkward and embarrassed.

"So, how does this work?" she asked.

"Um, well, first we measure his strength, so that we know how much we can --

"I'll tell you how much you can take," she said impatiently. "And what happens
to it?"

"Um, it goes to me," Bekka replied.

"What if I want it?" the woman asked.

"Oh, well, no. No, I don't think ...."

The woman nodded and appraised Bekka up and down. "I thought so. Although you
don't seem the type, there is some kind of power thing about you. Well, let me
see how much money you have." Bekka opened the safe and pulled out the remains
of our cash. "It'll do. I can always use another fur coat. What does he have
to do?"

"I ... I don't quite understand -- I mean, he has to agree to it. Unless he
wants to do it, it won't work," Bekka explained.

"Oh he wants it, don't you Harold? You want to be small, and weak and
helpless. Enough of this pretending. You want your mistress to tower over you.
You want me to be as much stronger than you physically as I am in character.
Right?"

I couldn't believe this! Harold looked down into her eyes and nodded meekly.
"I do," he said fervently, like he was taking a marriage vow.

Bekka looked at them, then glanced back at the door to my room. "All right
then. So how much --

"We'll do it in stages. It'll be fun that way. Bring him down to my height,
and get rid of those big bodybuilder muscles he's worked on his whole life and
thought he wanted. Make him like an average man," she said, smiling. "And
Harold, strip down to your shorts, so we all can watch." Bekka waited for
Harold to get ready, then sat down and went into her trance. Harold closed his
eyes and I watched as he steadily shrunk, his muscle mass rapidly diminishing
as Bekka grew more and more massive. She stopped as the woman had instructed
and opened her eyes.

"You can really do it!" the woman exclaimed. "This is wonderful! Stand up!"
she ordered Bekka, who complied, uncertainly. "Look at you, almost as tall as
he was, and such muscles! And on a woman! How marvelous. Oh, you'll do well,
my dear. Very well. There's lots of men who would give anything to have a
woman like you rule over them." She turned to Harold, looking at him
eye-to-eye. "How does this look to you? Are you small enough yet?"

"No Mistress Esme, unless you think I am."

She smiled, satisfied with his response. "Well I don't. You're still stronger
than I am. Take him down another six inches. Make his muscles even smaller,
like a woman's. No, like a girl's and then make them soft too, like he'd never
touched a set of weights in his life, like the only exercise he'd ever gotten
was changing TV channels for me on the remote control. Can you do that? I want
him pathetically weak." Bekka nodded. "Good. And let me have the money now.
You've already gotten more than $40,000 worth."

Bekka paid her and got ready to do the transfer, then paused for a moment.
"Excuse me, aren't you being cruel to him taking so much of his strength
away?"

Esme laughed. "Oh I sure am. Destroying him makes me so-o-o hot! But don't you
worry yourself about it. He'll tell you he wants me to, right Harold?" She
patted him on the head.

"Yes, Mistress Esme."

"But wouldn't you like to be kinder?" Bekka persisted.

She shrugged. "I don't know. I suppose I'm kind of fucked up. This is who I
am. And it works -- for me," she pointed to Harold's fervent gaze, "and him.
See? I couldn't be happier and neither will he. Yeah, well, who wouldn't want
to be good. But I was born bad. That's just the way it is."

Bekka nodded, satisfied. She went into her trance and Harold started shrinking
again, his arms becoming smaller and softer, losing all muscle definition. His
posture drooped and the rounded outlines of his limbs lost all their shape. He
looked up adoringly at Esme, who laughed with delight.

"OK Harold, shall we play a game? Try to push me." She held out her hand and
Harold pushed against it. "Harder, little boy. Harder! Ha-ha. You're so weak!
Is that all the strength you have left? Go on, use two hands! Ha-ha-ha!" she
laughed, easily holding her own. Bekka watched them, then closed her eyes for
a moment. "You can stop now," Esme said, a little more quietly. "Come on, get
dressed. Let's go home now." She helped him into the smaller clothes they had
brought and Esme put her hands around his shoulders. "Oh Harold, this will be
so wonderful for us!" she said as they left.

***

Watching that whole display had disgusted me, but now that it was over I was
shivering with excitement. Bekka was huge, almost seven feet tall and even
more muscular than I had ever been. Not only muscular, but hard and tough too.
Harold had always worked out more religiously than I had. Soon all of his
power and strength would be mine. And Bekka and I would be able to play all
the games we wanted.

I came out of my room. "Could you believe that? I never would have imagined
Harold was into that kind of stuff. And after the way he's avoided me at work
-- well, things will be different there tomorrow!" Bekka smiled. "Well, come
on, let's do the transfer right away. I can't wait to be big again."

"I have a better idea," she said, looking very mysterious. "You know your
secretary -- the one who wanted to be a fashion designer and who's been
tormenting you all these months. Why don't we do the transfer at your office,
in front of her? I can make it so you won't be bothered at all -- one of my
witch tricks. You can do whatever you want to her. That'll be full payback,
then we can both go on, together. Can you imagine what her reaction would be
after having lorded it over you for months for being so much smaller and
weaker than she is?"

"She'd totally flip out. But she'll flip anyway when I come in my old size
again -- maybe even bigger."

Bekka raised her eyebrow. "Come on Jeth, think about it. Where's your sense of
fun? Have you lost it, being so weak for all these months? You're not afraid,
are you?" She looked down at me and I felt a little intimidated by her great
size and strength. But that was silly. It was Bekka.

"No, of course not," I replied. "Sure, it would be fun. But at least make me
bigger for now. Then you can shrink me again before I go to work."

Bekka shook her head. "We'll never get everything done. It's already almost 4.
Your secretary will only be there until 5 and maybe with you out she'd leave
early. We've got to bring all this stuff home and you have to change and get
back to your office before she leaves. Call now and tell her something's come
up and she has to stay late. Then I'll come when the office is almost empty
and we'll do the switch then." She winked. "Good plan?"

I had to admit, freaking out Marissa was an awfully attractive idea. It wasn't
the sort of thing I had expected of Bekka, but then, she knew how much I'd
suffered and that she had a lot to make up to me. "OK ... sure. Let's do it."

Bekka patted my arm. "I knew you'd see it my way." We packed up our things and
left, Bekka carrying under one arm everything we'd brought in, without the
trolley we'd needed before. While I changed we discussed how we would stage
the transfer, then I went in to work. Marissa made it clear that she was not
happy to see me. After she made a few cracks about it being natural that I
would have a "short" vacation day, which I listened to with complete
equanimity, I annoyed her even more by giving her some completely mindless
projects to busy her and then silenced her protests with a threat to put her
up for discipline if she didn't get cracking. That surprised her and she got
down to work for a change, seething silently and glaring at me every so often.
Thinking I wouldn't be in today and expecting to leave early and go out with
her friends, she had dressed informally and wore just a white t-shirt-like top
with a scoop neckline and a short skirt. Now she had to work on her knees on
the floor in a corner of my office organizing my project files, giving me a
clear view of her round breasts while I fiddled with meaningless spreadsheets
at my desk. I was too excited to do anything that required thinking and
watched the clock anxiously in between peering down at Marissa and wondering
what was taking Bekka so long.

Finally at 7:15 security called to tell me a "very large woman" had arrived to
see me. I went down to get her. Somehow she seemed even larger to me than when
I'd left her, but the difference in our size was so great there was really no
frame of reference. She bent over and hugged me tightly, almost painfully, and
kissed me. She seemed giddy with anticipation and her excitement was
infectious. As we'd agreed, she parked herself just outside my office, within
earshot but out of Marissa's view. I came back into my office and stood over
Marissa. "You're not doing it the way I wanted," I said angrily. "I told you I
wanted each purchaser's correspondence files separated."

"But that's ridiculous. We've never done it that way before. There are more
than fifty of them in each project and there are only a couple of letters
each. It'll take me hours to type all the labels and set up the files."

I looked down at her, enjoying being able to do that again. "That's the way
you're going to do it," I said firmly. "I've decided it's the best way to
comply with our new proper customer rules. Just remember WHO is the boss
around here." I was starting on the "script" Bekka and I had worked out.

She glared at me and slowly stood up. "This is a total waste of time and you
know it. Nobody else does it this way. You're just doing this to me because
you had a lousy day off right? You know I need this job. I'd love to show YOU
who's boss," she said angrily from her lofty two inch advantage. Her face was
flushed from bending over and she was breathing hard, her bust rising and
falling, almost touching me. I hadn't seen her this pissed off for a long time
and if I hadn't known Bekka was right outside, I would have been worried about
her getting physical with me, knowing I'd be too embarrassed to say anything
if she actually hurt me. But I knew something she didn't, it was almost time
for our relationship to change again and I was getting too excited to resist.

"I bet you would. You really get a kick out of being stronger than me, don't
you."

"Damn right I do. 'Til tonight I've had you behaving very well. I like you
being a little scared of me. Now you're making me think I've got to do
something else to teach you a lesson."

I could hear some movement in the hall and then quiet. It must be Bekka,
sitting on a desk or the floor, getting ready to go into her trance. It was
time. "Well I wouldn't get too cocky Marissa if I were you. I think your
advantage over me isn't going to last much longer."

"Sure. Right. That's what you said the first day. Well I don't see you getting
any bigger, big shot." She put her hand on my chest and pushed, shoving me
back onto my desk. I looked up at her. Now! I thought. "See! You're as weak as
ever!" she said, pulling me back up by my shirt and crumpling my tie.

Not for long, I crowed to myself. I stared into Marissa's eyes defiantly, but
also thinking that if Bekka didn't hurry I was going to spend my first moments
back to normal size with a black eye or, even worse, a broken nose. Then, at
last, it started. I felt my clothes tighten a little until Bekka started
expanding them too with the new spell she'd started using. Marissa's eyes
showed her surprise as I grew to her height and then started to look down at
her. What a great feeling. Bekka had been right. This was EXACTLY the way to
do it. I took her wrist and pulled her hand off my shirt and started to push
her backwards. It wasn't easy to do. I probably still was no stronger than I'd
been at the age of fourteen or so, but I was stronger than Marissa again and
taller too! This was more like it.

"Jeth, I mean, Mr. Barnes. Please. I was just fooling around," she said,
trembling and pleading with me. "I'll get right back to work. Oww! You're
hurting my arm!" she whined and looked up at me fearfully.

I was worried that she'd scream, but then I noticed that it was quiet all
around me. Usually there was at least the background hum of the air
conditioning and then I saw that my wall clock was frozen at 7:27:45. Bekka
had stopped time for me! Then the door slammed shut on its own and
disappeared, replaced by more wall. I had no idea Bekka knew such powerful
spells. Marissa was trapped. Who cared that I was growing so slowly? I had all
the time in the world to grow and get back at Marissa, and I was going to
enjoy it.

I let her go and she ran away from me with a panicked cry to where the door
had been and pounded on it, screaming to no effect, while I slowly took off my
tie and rolled up my sleeves. I started undoing my belt, but just then Bekka
changed my clothes into loose-fitting khaki shorts and a Ralph Lauren polo
shirt. Wow! She was really exercising her powers now. I looked down at my
arms, waiting to see my muscles turn into the bulging behemoths Bekka had
taken from Harold, but they were still just growing slowly, up to perhaps the
size I'd had when I was sixteen. But the muscle of a maturing teenage boy was
more than enough to handle Marissa.

I approached her. She looked around the room like a caged animal, trying to
decide which way to run. She dashed down the side of the room to my desk and
hit the speakerphone button and the "0" key and started screaming for help.
There was no dial tone of course, no response. In fact, there was no noise at
all. She jumped away but I caught her and held her little arms tightly.

"Owww! What's going on here? You're frightening me!" she screamed while I
laughed.

I felt another surge of strength go through me. My arms already looked like
they did when I first entered college, a couple of years after I started
really working out in the weight room. I was now at least six inches taller
than her. I shook her, making her head bounce and her tits jiggle, then pushed
her down onto my desk, pinning her arms above her head with one hand. Her
breasts jutted out and her cleavage looked so inviting I couldn't resist
putting my free hand on it and then inside her shirt.

"Please Mr. Barnes, please!" she begged, crying. "Don't rape me. Don't! I'm so
sorry for what I did. It was mean, I know. It was so mean. I don't know what
got into me." She was sobbing now, but I confess it only made me enjoy even
more the feeling of her panting chest pushing her bosom against my hand. When
I'd started, I hadn't thought of hurting her but months of frustration and
taunting had taken their toll. All I was thinking was how this would get
better and better as the transfer really kicked in, as Bekka continued to feed
me more strength. "So now you're begging ME," I snarled. "You could have shown
me a little kindness before, when I needed it, but no, that's more than I
could expect from a slutty little nobody like you." She struggled to get away
and kicked me in the shins. "Stop that!" I ordered as I grew another inch and
put both hands on her breasts, holding her down on the desk more firmly. I
looked at her tits hungrily and licked my lips.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Yes, what ARE you going to do?" I heard Bekka say. She must have come out of
her trance.

I suddenly came to my senses and realized I'd gone too far. I dropped my arms.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I - I don't know what I was thinking." Was I nuts?
Tormenting Marissa wasn't the point of this. The important thing was my life
with Bekka, which was just about to start again in a new and better way. I
turned around. "Bekka? Bekka." I called. She didn't respond. Why wasn't she
answering? I ran to the wall where the door had been and pounded on it, but
there was no reply. Couldn't she hear me? Had she gone back into her trance?
Then I heard a gasp from behind me. I whirled back around and Marissa was
standing up, her fists raised in the air, her arms sporting small biceps like
the heads of moles peeking out of their holes. She looked from arm to arm in
surprise and laughed in amazement. They were far smaller than mine, but larger
than anything she'd had before. Something was going wrong! She put her hand on
her biceps and cautiously flexed, and her mouth formed an amazed "O" as the
mole raised his head a bit higher, while I stood and stared. I checked my arm.
It hadn't grown at all. She looked over at me and smiled. She was shocked as I
was, but quickly her expression was changing into something much worse:
confidence. There was a gleam in her eye and she was breathing more slowly,
deeply and calmly, no longer afraid of me.

"You were looking for someone?" she asked. "I think you'd better keep your
attention right here." She looked down at her arms and patted her new muscles,
which were visible now even unflexed, looking more toned, with small veins
appearing. She flexed them again, and the veins stood out still more, the
mole's head now all the way out of its hole. She stood in front of me, put her
hands on her hips and said, "Want to try what you did before again?"

"No ... no. I'm sorry, Marissa. I said I was sorry. I don't know what came
over me, but ... Bekka!"

She was walking toward me and with each stride her legs became a little longer
until, standing an arm's length away, she was just a couple of inches shorter
than I was. But somehow looking down at her didn't give me much assurance. Her
breasts thrust out proudly, stretching her shirt, which hadn't expanded,
increasing her visible cleavage. Her legs were thick and sturdy. She looked at
me with a hint of a sneer now, daring me to say or do something.

"Are you getting smaller again Jeth? Or am I right in thinking that I'm the
one growing now?"

"I'm not -- you -- there's something wrong here!" I cried. "Bekka! Bekka!" I
shouted more loudly. "Bekka! STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING!" There was only silence.

Marissa was grinning more and more broadly. "You're scared, aren't you, MR.
Barnes!" Her t-shirt had ridden up her abdomen as she grew and had already
become a halter top and revealed the beginnings of six pack abs. She brushed
them delightedly with her fingers and then suddenly threw her arms out at me,
pushing me with surprising strength and knocking me off balance. She laughed
as I staggered backwards. I caught my balance, grit my teeth and charged her,
leading with my shoulder using my well-practiced blocking skills and hit her
squarely. She squealed and tumbled across the room, landing on the sofa in the
corner of my office. She looked like she was about to cry and I gave her my
best menacing look.

"Now cut it out, Marissa. This is enough!" I said with authority.

Her face hardened. Her eyes were like fire. "Is that what you think?" she said
sarcastically, bouncing back on her feet with more resilience than I wanted to
see. "I think I'll decide for myself what enough is. Do you think I'm going to
listen to you anymore, after what you've done to me, just because you're my
boss. And if I don't, do you think you're strong enough, and MAN enough to
tell me what to do?" She bunched her hands (no longer so small) into fists and
held out her arms in front of her. "You set this whole thing up, didn't you?
You knew that whatever weird thing made you small and weak was getting undone
today, and THAT's why you called me in, to get back at me. But something's
going wrong, isn't it Jeth?" She grew another inch and her muscles thickened
some more. "I'm getting the strength YOU were supposed to get," she said
gleefully.

"No!" I cried. "You can't be! BEKKA!!" I called out again even more loudly.
"Bekka, stop! Something's going wrong."

"She's not answering you," Marissa said in a teasing, sing-song voice. "Maybe
she can't HEAR you, Jeth! Or maybe she doesn't want to." She pumped her biceps
and they'd grown again. They were nearly three-quarters the size of mine,
while her abs were definitely more ridged than my still slightly soft belly.
But for the past few minutes, she was the one who was getting taller and much
more muscular, while I was staying exactly the same. Already, she had rounded
biceps that stretched the tight sleeves of her t-shirt and pushed the edges of
the sleeves up her arms when she flexed them, while her chest was pushing out
and lifting her pert breasts through the scoop neck of her shirt. Now she was
advancing on me and I had no place to go. There was no point in backing up
against the wall, so I stood my ground.

"You're in trouble, Jeth, and you know it." She gripped my arm and I pulled
back hard, freeing myself and pushed her with all my strength, forcing her
back a few steps with difficulty. I could feel her added strength, the
additional heft her size and muscle gave her, and she knew it. She whirled her
arm to slap at my face and I blocked her, the impact stinging my arm. She
grimaced too. She looked at me, frowning, her hands on her hips, and we glared
at each other.

"You're making a big mistake Marissa. This won't last long, once Bekka
realizes what's going on, and if you keep this up, I'll make it all the worse
for you once Bekka gets this right." As I said this, she grew another inch and
now was now taller than me but she still held back, looked down at the reddish
mark on her arm where we hit, and shook her head slightly, undecided what to
do. The mark clearly bothered her. She wasn't used to rough and tumble. Well,
I certainly was -- I'd had some pretty brutal hits from my football days. I
could take pain, and I'd use that to my advantage if I had to. I thrust my
shoulders back and tightened my muscles, showing her I wouldn't be a pushover
and although she didn't move, I could sense her pulling back a little. I could
stop this, I thought, maybe without having actually to come to blows.

"Well, maybe we ....", she was saying, and then she stopped and simultaneously
tightened all of her muscles, showing off her new strength to try one final
time to intimidate me. Her bust pushed out and lifted, the ridges on her
abdomen deepened, her thighs and calves grew more defined, and her biceps
seemed to turn from flesh to stone. Her mouth opened slightly and she took a
breath. "Oh my! I ....! she said and smiled a broad, happy and not at all
friendly smile, and then I realized she hadn't been trying to intimidate me.
She flexed her right biceps and her muscle just exploded out of her arm,
shredding the sleeve of her shirt and forming a high, angry peak. "Oooh,
willya look that that! I wonder what else it can do."

I didn't want to know. My heart was pounding now. Her muscles had expanded by
50% and their dense striations showed through her skin. I started backing up,
yelling "BEKKA!!! BEKKA!!!!" as loudly as I could. Marissa watched me and
lazily pursued me, following me around the office, cutting off my escapes
until I was in the corner near whether the door should have been, against the
empty wall that had replaced it. "BEKKA!!!" I yelled more loudly, trying to
rouse her from her trance. Seconds after my yell, Marissa grew another two
inches. Even worse, her muscles expanded still more so that even unflexed her
biceps were the size of melons, while her chest was at least 50".

"So tell me more about Bekka," she asked. When I didn't answer, she put her
hand on my shoulder and held me against the wall. Her grip was incredible, and
as I pushed futilely against her arm I could feel a power many times my own,
her muscles felt so heavy and hard they could have been metal. But if that
weren't enough, as I pushed she grew another three inches and her muscles
expanded too, so that now they were even larger than Harold's had been and
they certainly were harder and denser. But how was that possible? Where did
Bekka get all this muscle? Marissa was more than a head taller than me now.
She lifted me slightly and pinned me against the wall with her body, pulling
out my arms so that hers lay on top of mine, pressing them into the wall.
"Let's have some fun now," she said. "Your muscles against mine." She flexed
her arms and mine burst into fiery pain as her hardened muscles pushed into
mine, easily crushing them.

"Aggghh, no, Marissa! No-o-o!" I cried, feeling as though even my bones were
going to shatter from the terrible pressure of her muscles.

"Hee-hee. You are such a softie, Jeth. I was just getting started. Now some
tummy flexes!"

I groaned. It felt like a steamroller was pressing into my stomach, grinding
up and down my mid-section as she played with her abdominals. I felt sick with
pain. My legs went limp, but they dangled several inches off the ground.

"You feel just like a pillow. This is so easy. I'm beating you up without even
hitting you, just by flexing these wonderful powerful muscles. Are you really
that soft and weak Jeth?" She smirked at me and faked a yawn. "What a bore. I
think I'll stop and take a breather." With that she breathed in deeply,
forcing the air out of my lungs with her powerful chest. I gasped, struggling
for air, but beneath her breasts her pectoral muscles were like an iron slab
against my chest. She exhaled then quickly breathed in deeply again. I pushed
against her, desperate for air, but my arms, even weaker now because of her
flex attack, could do nothing against her musclebound body, and I passed out.

She must have let me fall to the floor, because when I came to, she was
standing above me, her hands on her hips, looking down at me. Had she grown
even more? I couldn't tell from my vantage point, but she looked monstrously
big. Her legs were tree trunks of power and I shuddered to think what one kick
would do to my already bruised body.

"Oh, you're back. Can you imagine, you were bullying me only minutes ago,
thinking that you were gonna be this strong and were gonna frighten and
humiliate me! And now look at us!" She picked me up off the floor and held me
in front of her with her arm outstretched. "So who's Bekka??" She shook me for
emphasis.

"Bekka's my girlfriend."

"Oh sure," she replied. "You must have a very close relationship. Tell me
more, boss."

"I don't know," I said, stalling. "Bekka!" Marissa pushed her fist into my
stomach. "Agghh! You're going to kill me! OK, OK. She's a witch. She was
supposed to make me strong again, but all that strength seems to be going to
you instead. I don't know why. She must be right outside. If we just talk to
her, she'll explain everything. She'll -- Owww!"

"You're just trying to stall for time." she said calmly. She had put me down
but kept a tight grip on my arm. I pulled with all my strength. "You were
getting a little bigger and a little stronger for a while, boss. I can see you
even have a little muscle now." She yanked me back toward her. "But nothing
like what I've got," she bragged as she flexed her other arm and extended the
tear in her t-shirt. "I've always hated being 'cute' and 'petite.' Now I'm
full of power." She pushed me against the wall. "And I'm going to show you
just how strong I am."

"Marissa. Remember, I'm still your boss. Don't do anything you're going to
regret."

"Oh, go ahead, fire me. I never wanted to be a secretary anyway, and now I can
do all sorts of other things." She lifted me up with one hand this time. "Look
what I can do." With that motion, she burst through her t-shirt, her breasts
large and round and pointing upwards. She looked down and laughed at them.
"Oh, oh. Look what just popped out! I hope my boss isn't thinking of taking
advantage of me." She was practically at eye level with the top bookshelf and
saw the closing binder that had given me so much trouble a few minutes ago and
picked it up. "It's light as a feather for me." She reared back and threw it
at the wall. It flew across the room faster than a Randy Johnson pitch and
exploded against the wall, the papers flying everywhere. "Ooops, you've got
some filing to do, boss." She turned to the desk, showed the monitor off my
desk and slammed her fist down on top of the computer case, crushing the metal
shell. She reached into the hole she'd made, bent back the metal, ripped the
hard drive out and folded it in half with her fingers and tossed it aside.
"Neat! Hey, I've gotta be one of the strongest people in the world. I bet I
could squeeze the fucking life out of you." She put two enormous hands around
the sides of my chest and started pushing. I screamed in pain. "Ho-ho! That's
nothing, boss. Now I'll really turn on the power. I'll ...."

The pain was blinding, and then everything started spinning in front of my
eyes. I felt dizzy and nauseous. I felt Marissa's grip on me loosen and then I
fell, not just to the floor, but further and further until I passed out. After
what seemed like hours I landed on my feet, but I was in another place
completely, dressed in a cheap cotton short sleeve shirt with a plain blue tie
and khaki shorts. Where the hell was I?

"Oooh nice. Look at this one!" It was Marissa's voice. I followed the voice
down the hall into a huge office. There were dresses and fabrics all over the
room and display boards with pictures of others. In a sitting area of the
office there were two sofas and an expensive coffee table with Vogue and Elle
magazine, each with a cover page prominently showing the name "MARISSA!" On
one wall was a display showing blocks of weeks for Milan, Paris, London and
New York. To the right of it, a corporate logo in purple spelling out
"MARISSA!" A door opened to another room and in walked Marissa, wearing a
low-cut, sleeveless purple dress that shimmered and swirled as she walked. She
was still huge and prodigiously muscular. "Is this gorgeous, or what? It'll be
perfect," she said to someone. "Oh! It's you."

"What the -- where are we?" I asked. I felt my chest. I was bruised but still
intact.

"We are at the headquarters of 'MARISSA!'" she replied. I looked at her,
puzzled. "I thought I'd died and went to heaven. But obviously not, because
you showed up," she cracked.

"What the hell is 'MARISSA!'"

"I am. And so is this whole 42 story building. I was sort of wondering about
you. You just kind of disappeared and then suddenly I was here. I've been here
for hours now, learning about what's going on -- it's just fantastic, a dream
come true. I've always wanted to work in fashion. I started at the Fashion
Institute, you know, before I ran out of money and had to quit and become your
secretary. And all of a sudden I'm President and owner and chief designer of
'MARISSA!", which is a big fashion company for big women -- like me," she
said, flexing her enormous biceps and pointing at yet another wall, filled
with pictures of Marissa in similar poses wearing different outfits, all
sleeveless and showing off her huge muscles.

"What are we doing here?" I asked, ignoring her blabbering and again trying to
control my panic.

"I told you what I'm doing here. Now, what about you?" She picked up a company
directory. "You, Jeth, are my gopher, like, as in 'Jeth, go to Bloomindales'
fer some purple eyeliner for me.' Or, even better, 'Boy, go fer some cold
water, sparkling, with ice and a twist of lemon.'" She tossed me the directory
and crossed her arms triumphantly in front of her as I found my name, Jeth
Barnes -- "Gopher for MARISSA!" -- with no secretary, no phone extension, no
office, just a beeper number. "I'll have that water now Jeth!"

"I'm not your gopher. This is insane. I quit!"

She laughed. "Oh yeah, go ahead and try -- after you get my water. No, wait!
Just a sec -- Bekka! Get me Jeth's file!"

"Yes, Miss T," Bekka replied. It was her! She walked in, winked at me and
handed the file to Marissa. She was tall, just a shade shorter than Marissa
and slightly less muscular, but still a very large and powerful woman. How did
she have so much size left after giving it all to Marissa?

"Where was that thing? Oh yeah. Here. Sentencing report -- Barnes, J. 35 years
for embezzlement in the second degree. Third offense. Work release granted.
Parole conditioned on continued employment by sponsor." She looked up. "That's
me. Somebody called in some favors to get you out," Marissa said with a grin
and pointing to her big chest with her thumb. "Who else is going to as much
for you Jeth? So, you leave and you can go right back to the slammer. Hey, a
couple of my brothers've spent a lot of time there. Of course, they had
protection from the mob. And they were a lot bigger than you." She put her
hand over her backside and grimaced. "Uh-uh. Not healthy. So you're stuck here
-- unless of course I decide to fire you. And then --" she shrugged. "What
would happen Bekka?"

Bekka looked at me severely. "Miss T's agreement with the parole board was to
hold Jethro here until they arrived to return you to custody."

Marissa flexed again and felt her solid biceps. "That wouldn't be hard. Jeth
is such a little weakling." She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around my
upper arm and compressed it.

"Ouch! Bekka! What's going on?" I cried.

Marissa pushed me away and I tumbled across the room. "I'm just going to love
doing that a lot! Well, I bet my little team here has lots to talk about to
make my big, important life easier. You will excuse me. I have a dinner with
the President of Saks tonight. We have to decided how much of my line they'll
be allowed to take this year. Or is it Bergdorf's?"

"It's Saks tonight, Miss T," Bekka replied. "Here is your proposal, with
pictures of the lines. Your marketing director and financial director are
waiting for you in the lobby. The limo will pick you up from dinner at 9:30
for your massage and then at 7 tomorrow morning for your flight to Milan. It
was the new Gulfstream you wanted, right?" Marissa nodded. "If you change your
mind let me know. And if you need anything for your trip, call me anytime and
I'll send Jeth to bring it to you."

Marissa flashed a smile. "Thanks Bekka. Goodnight." She sauntered out of the
office.

"Bekka! What is this?!! This is a total screw up!"

"No it's not. I did it very, very well and it was very complicated. Mommy was
so proud of me. She said I'd finally grown up." I stared at her. "It's just
one of those things," she smiled, cruelly. "You remember your friend Harold
and 'Mistress' Esme? Well, your Bekka -- and it's like I was another person
then -- felt so sorry for Harold and the way Esme was treating him that she
did a little exchange -- on the side. Your Bekka had a very kind heart. And
now Esme does. And Bekka -- she's just a little, teensy bit cruel now, like
Esme used to be." Bekka's eyes twinkled and perhaps even glowed a little. "It
brings Bekka a lot of pleasure to be cruel to her dear, little Jethro."

"But I never knew you could do things like this. I thought you had to ask
permission."

"Yes, yes. Like I told you, to make physical changes to people, I do. I can
only do to them what they want me to do. But think back to our little 'script'
Jeth. You prompted Marissa to make it very clear she liked being strong and
the more you hurt her the more she wished she was stronger than you again.
That was all I needed to transfer my muscle to her instead of you. The rest of
this was child's play for a witch, even a young witch, if she has some help.
And Mommy liked my idea so much that she called her friends and they gave me
all the help I needed with the rest. They were all so pleased that I was ready
to stop being such a goody-goody."

"And your size? You gave all Harold's strength to Marissa. How can you still
be as big as she is?"

"There's plenty of THAT stuff around. Poor dear Rocco. I bet he's still
waiting for me to come back with the pizza. And there's plenty of men who were
willing to give away muscle for money. I can make as much of that stuff as I
want, you " She smiled, snapped her fingers and was holding a stack of gold
bars. "Child's play. The old Bekka thought it would be corrupting to make gold
like that and use it, but I don't mind really. You know, as you observed, I
still have lots of muscle left and I haven't decided what to do with it. Do
you think you would feel any worse if I made Marissa even stronger? She does
like her muscles so much, and she really wants to spend some time with you
showing what she can do with them. Or do you want some muscle Jeth? How much?
I bet I'd have just enough to make you as strong as she is. Tell me ALL about
it, because I'm not sure whether I'd rather just do give it to her, or hear
how much it would frighten you if I did. You know, if you sounded scared
enough, that might just give me enough pleasure that I wouldn't actually do it
and then I'd reward you with a little more strength, or on the other hand,
maybe once I hear how upset you'd be, I'd be so excited that I'd give it to
her anyway." She raised an eyebrow. "Your situation is truly awful, isn't it.
Oh, by the way, I bet you'd never guess who the most famous person dressing in
the MARISSA! line is. Yes! It's Cheri Martin! And she's going to spend a week
with Marissa and you and me next month at MARISSA'S mansion in East Hampton.
Isn't it exciting?! Think of the games we can play."

I was so upset and frightened that I started shaking and swaying on my feet.
"Oh don't have a heart attack or anything Jeth. We've got a long life together
-- I'll make sure of it. Come on, talk to me. Tell me how you feel." She
pulled me closer and held my face against her bosom. "It must be such a shock
to you," she said in mock sympathy. "Everything was going so well, wasn't it?
You were going to be the big, strong man again, with a great job, a cute,
intimidated secretary and a sweet darling girlfriend who could and would do
anything for you. Well, you know I still love you my Jethro very, very much. I
just show it a little differently now." She patted me on the head. "You know,
I think I'd like you to be a little smaller Jeth. I got used to you that way."

"What!? Are you crazy? No way!"

Bekka looked angry. "How dare you speak to me that way! You think this is bad?
How would you like if I made Marissa your parole officer too. Or better yet,
your legal guardian. Hmmm?" She sat in a chair and started to go into her
trance.

"No! Wait!" She opened her eyes and looked at me. "OK. Go ahead. Whatever you
want."

Bekka smiled. "That's more like it. You know, just so we don't have this ugly
scene again, I think we need to make sure you always agree to my ideas. I'll
just put a little bit of scar tissue near the pain center of your brain. It's
not alive or anything, so I won't need your agreement to make it grow or
shrink it, and it will remind you about listening to me. That's alright, isn't
it?" she asked sweetly. "It was Mommy's idea."

I didn't answer right away, but as her face turned angry again I said a quick
"OK!" She went into her pose and quickly I found myself shrinking again, my
arms getting thinner, softer and weaker.

"There. That's nice. You're very cute, you know," she said, stroking my soft
biceps and hooking her finger around it to squeeze it. I grimaced but
struggled not to cry out. "Such a brave, brave man. How I do love my little
toy! Hey! Do you want to try something just a little bit unusual? I've been
thinking ... how would you like it if I raped you? I promise that if you're
very, very, very good, I'll be gentle," she said as she crushed me in her arms
and then grabbed my ass painfully and pulled me into her, rubbing me hard
against her crotch. She moaned with pleasure and added, "next time -- if I
remember."