Betty and the Beam - Marknew version
by Steve the Z - modified by Marknew
A Marknew version of Steve the Z's story


I LOVE Steve the Z's work and I'm SO glad to see another story by him after a
long wait.

I couldn't help but play with it a bit, but the inspiration belongs entirely
to him and I will take it down in an instant if he asks.

Chapter One

I had just completed the final preparatory stages of an important experiment
in the university laboratory one Sunday morning when my wife arrived, carrying
my lunch in a brown paper sack. She was wearing a modest, loosely fitting
white blouse and a flowing black skirt that came down just below her knees.
Betty was five feet tall, slender, with thick blonde hair tied up in a knot,
blue eyes, a ready smile, a sweet disposition and an adorable, pretty face. We
had been married for 3 months. She was 22 years old and I loved her to bits --
when I wasn't too distracted by my work.

"Hello dear," she said. "I brought you your lunch."

I was about to thank her when one of the three tripod legs supporting the
Extremely Dense Neutrino Ray Emitter Gun, my highly advanced research project,
broke loose. The gun swivelled, the power on switch bumped against my hand and
an invisible beam of extremely dense neutrinos shot directly into Betty's
chest.

"Watch out!" I cried, lunging for the OFF button.

"Oh dear!" Betty said, dropping the sack, too startled to move from the spot
in time.

After a bit of fumbling I hit the button, but not before Betty had absorbed
several seconds of neutrino rays far more concentrated than those created by
anything other than the collapse of a massive black hole. I rushed over to
her, grabbed her slight body and held her protectively, fearing for her life.
She snuggled against me for security and seemed pleased by my attentive
concern.

"Are you all right?!" I asked, moving her away at arm's length so that I could
examine her. I had a horrific vision in my mind of a ghastly hole in the
middle of her chest, but I was relieved (though puzzled) to see in fact
nothing unusual. Her sweet, though modest bust were the only noticeable
features on her perfectly undamaged blouse.

"Yes, sweetie. I feel fine, thank you," she said. "I did feel a funny tickly
thing for a couple of seconds. But then the way you yelled and jumped up
scared me and made me drop your lunch! I hope your sandwich isn't squashed.
And look, you got your pants dirty! It's a good thing I make you keep a spare
pair at your office."

She seemed to be herself. I scratched my head, deduced that the Neutrino Ray
hadn't functioned correctly and failed to activate. I thanked our lucky stars,
but I did wonder what new flaw in the design my recent modifications may have
introduced. After Betty left, I wrote up a report of the incident, ordered a
new tripod for the gun and checked and rechecked the settings, unable to find
any reason for the activation failure. But I dismissed any further concern
about Betty's exposure to the rays...

...until the next day.

Chapter Two

I was sitting at my desk doing further calculations on the Extremely Dense
Neutrino Ray when the lab door opened and I heard footsteps coming into the
lab and the familiar crinkling sound of a brown paper sack.

"Hello, dear!" Betty said. "I brought you your lunch!"

"Is it that late already?" I said, looking up from the computer screen and
turning around. My jaw dropped open. Slowly I stood up.

"Why, Jessup, is something the matter?" Betty said. "You never stand up when I
enter the room! Although it would be nice if you did," she added.

Betty was in the exact same spot where she had stood yesterday at the time of
the accident with the Extremely Dense Neutrino Ray Emitter Gun. Last night, I
had concluded that the notwithstanding the accidental tripping of the
Emitter's power circuits yesterday, no beam had been emitted and that
accordingly Betty had been unaffected by the incident. I now realized I was
mistaken.

Betty always took very seriously the air of formality that good science
requires and she always dressed up when she visited me at the laboratory, but
today she was in one of the casual white t-shirts she wore around the house
all summer and a short black elastic exercise skirt with the hem halfway
between her knees and her hips. I noticed immediately that her t-shirt was
quite snug, almost skin tight. At first I thought that, with her narrow
shoulders and petite figure, the shirt must have shrunk to be so tight on her,
but then I realised an unmistakeable, objective fact. She was no longer
slender ... or petite. Muscles, unmistakable muscles, now stretched the shirt
at her shoulders and in her upper arms. Her legs were longer, making her at
least two inches taller, and her calves had grown into diamond shaped masses
of muscle. Also, her abdominal muscles (which I never thought she had!) were
plainly visible in a gap that had opened between the bottom of her shirt and
the waist of her skirt. Finally, and for me most noticeably, her chest now
thrust so far forward there was no way that she could have buttoned
yesterday's modest blouse over it. No doubt this is why she had dressed so
informally, so contrary to her normal custom and her deep respect for the
style of my workplace.

"My goodness, Betty! What has happened to you!" I exclaimed with more emotion
than is my usual style.

"What? This?" she said, waving her hand vaguely in front of her shirt and
pointing to it with fingers, making her arm muscles flex in a random, offhand
sort of way. "Oh, well, I don't really know. After you left for work this
morning I woke up looking like this. Nothing fit! I was so upset. I hope you
don't mind my wearing a t-shirt here, just this once, but I know you get
hungry early if you don't have your lunch, so I didn't have time to shop. Will
it be a problem?"

I stared at her blankly.

"I mean, my t-shirt. Will you get in trouble?"

"No ... I ... I didn't mean your shirt. Your ... your, uh, muscle!"

"Oh!" She gave a little laugh. "That. I know! Isn't it funny? They just kind
of popped up everywhere, all over my body. You know I've never had any muscle
at all, I mean, not real muscle." She shrugged and looked at me, waiting for
me to provide her with an explanation that would clarify it for her, as I was
nearly always able to do with any scientific, technical or just about any
other matter except those that fell into the misty category of feminine
knowledge. However, due to the unprecedented nature of her sudden development,
I was unable to offer her, or myself, a satisfactory accounting, and therefore
said nothing. After the interval of silence she added tentatively, "Do you
think it could have something to do with your little accident yesterday?"

"Do I - do I...THINK?" I spluttered. "Of COURSE it does!"

"Well, don't get all upset, dear, just because you can't explain it," she
said. "And please don't shout at me. You know it scares me," she added with a
frown.

"I'm so sorry, darling. I didn't mean to frighten you. I was just worried."

She patted my hand. "Thanks, dear, but you needn't worry. I'm sure worse
things have happened. I'm not sick or anything. If you have to know, I kind of
like being a little bit stronger than I was before. I was able to scrub the
countertops really clean this morning -- you know how you always spill your
breakfast cereal. And I opened the peanut butter jar all by myself, so I could
make you your favourite sandwich! Now I won't have to remember ask you to do
it for me anymore before you leave. Isn't that nice?"

"Well ...." I stared at her suddenly fit and very shapely body. "It's just ...
I can't believe you're taking this so calmly." I said, walking around her,
unable to resist eyeing her new curves.

"Well, why shouldn't I? I feel good! And it's not as if muscles look bad. Lots
of girls have them these days, you know?" she said, evidently pleased that I
was taking a longer than usual break from my work and was paying an unusual
amount of attention to her. She made a fist and flexed her rather impressive
bicep for me. "Oooooh! See this little muscle here? And look at the ones in my
legs! And my, you know, behind. It's really tight now." She laughed. "You
don't mind my showing you all this, do you? I mean, you're my husband now! And
I can do lots of things now I couldn't do before. " Using her newly well-toned
abdominal muscles she did a little shimmy with her hips and then transferred
the little dance to her shoulders, making a few movements that emphasised her
enhanced chest. She was well aware of the way my eyes followed her body and
giggled. "See?"

I was struggling to maintain my scientific detachment. "You don't feel any
other side effects or anything strange at all? Any headaches? Dizziness?
Fatigue? Weakness?"

"Oh no, dear, not at all! With these muscles now, you know, I'm stronger, not
weaker. Which, I guess, is kind of what you'd expect, scientifically. Right?"
She giggled again and looked at her biceps, popping them up and down.

"Well ... all right then." I said, glancing down at my notes to try to keep my
prurient interest in her body from erupting more obviously.

"Honey, I know you're on a deadline. I won't bother you a minute longer. And
don't you worry about me. I feel perfectly all right. If I get a headache or
anything, I'll call you right away, ok?"

"Ok." I said giving her once last look. "Be sure you do."

She leaned over and up on her tiptoes to peck my cheek.

"I will, honey," she promised. "Thanks for being so understanding and so
concerned! You're such a wonderful husband!" She turned around slowly,
reluctant to leave me and perhaps playing a little bit the tease, which she
sometimes liked to do, and then walked out, her tight skirt showing every
little movement of her round muscle-packed butt.

It was hard for me to concentrate at first and get back to my calculations, so
I had to work late that night, and when I got home Betty was already under the
covers asleep in bed. She looked so adorable and peaceful that much as I
wanted to I didn't have the heart to wake her.

Chapter Three

I left early the next morning, when Betty was still sleeping. I was eager to
test the Emitter again, but I had some more adjustments to make so it was
nearly 11:30 before I was ready to begin the activation sequence.

The lab door opened. There were three quick footsteps and then all was quiet.
Puzzled, I looked up. And then...

...all thoughts of the new test of my Emitter vanished from my mind like a
puff of smoke.

"Hey, babes!" Betty said, sauntering further into the room now that she had my
full attention. "Lunch is here. Come and get it!" She was wearing a bright red
muscle t-shirt and a pair of white leather micro short-shorts and matching
white leather sandals with stiletto heels. She stood with one hand on her hip.
In the other she held a small, matching, white leather pouch the size of a
sandwich suspended from three fingers by a matching, white leather strap. She
curled it up and down playfully and skillfully, like a yoyo, swivelling her
hips in time as it rose and fell.

She seemed to have grown at least another six inches taller, making her 5'8"
or more, and her luscious hair brushed against her wide, muscular shoulders.
Her arms looked twice the size they had been yesterday, her biceps bulging,
muscles writhing sinuously under her forearm as she played with the pouch
strap. Her legs were long, as well-muscled as the rest of her body had become,
her teardrop shaped thighs and calves bigger and harder than yesterday. Even
more shockingly, and boldly, the front of her shirt pushed far out, like they
were leaping toward me, her solid, muscled chest stretching her shirt as
tautly as a drum skin. I of course noticed immediately that not all of her
chest development was muscle. She seemed to have grown at least two cup sizes
overnight, and since she was, unaccountably, not wearing a bra, her erect
nipples stood out like bullets fired against the thin fabric of her incredibly
informal garment.

Almost in a trance, I walked up to her slowly, looking her up and down.

"Oh my god," I whispered. "You're taller than I am!" was all I dared say.

Betty laughed lightly. "Oh, hardly!" she said her voice trilling in delighted
laughter. "It's just these heels, you silly! I'm sure I'm still at least an
inch shorter," she added, batting her eyes seductively.

I could hardly stop looking at her. Her new body was so sexy, and so was her
confident attitude. I gazed at her through a haze of arousal, even though I
knew that such thoughts were inappropriate in my laboratory and might in any
case seem threatening in this environment to my hitherto innocent and
well-brought up spouse.

However, to my surprise, she responded directly to my unexpressed feelings and
let out a sexy growl. "Oooooh, I LIKE your reaction. I like my body too, but I
like it even better when I'm seeing me through YOUR eyes!" She batted her eyes
at me and cocked her hip further to the side. "Hey, honey, are you hungry
now?" She twirled the leather strap rapidly around one finger, caught the
pouch in her hand and then held it out to me to offer me my lunch. I extended
my hand to take it, but she held on, resulting in a playful, little tug of war
between us.

Although I didn't want to squash my lunch or tear her new pouch (which
appeared to be considerably more expensive than her usual purchases), now that
we had begun this contest, I could not, of course, allow Betty to win it. I
took a firm grasp, planted my feet more firmly (noting that my work shoes
provided me with a far superior platform for leverage than her stiletto heels)
and increased my pull. Unfortunately, I mistakenly applied my customary
estimations of her mass and muscular build, failing to make the necessary
adjustments to allow for her recent, unexpected development. So, instead of
either freeing the pouch from her grip or pulling her into an impromptu
marital embrace, we remained in our original positions, although each of us
were now increasingly exerting greater forces on the pouch and, indirectly, on
each other.

Betty giggled. "You know, baby, I hope you won't mind my saying this, but you
can see that I've gotten stronger. In fact, I might now be just a little bit
stronger than you."

I was about to protest when, smiling sympathetically and perhaps a bit
apologetically, she tensed her biceps, flexing them more than our little
contest was actually requiring at that moment. Her muscles popped to at least
twice the size of mine, and not only that, they looked quite a lot harder and
more defined. She twisted her wrist upward, and they bunched with every slight
movement as she pulled me closer, inch by inch. I had no need for any complex
calculations to determine, immediately, that she was now, indeed, quite a bit
stronger than I. As I watched her play with her muscles, I also realized that
she well knew that and was simply waiting for my acknowledgement of the fact
before she took the matter further. Having exercised the upper hand in all
respects during our courtship and our brief marriage due to my slightly
superior financial position, my greater age, size and strength, and my
exercise of traditional masculine prerogatives, I never contemplated married
life with a wife who was stronger and, admittedly, now far more muscular than
myself, and I was not about to let her do so.

"That could well be so," I replied, as I gamely resisted.

"Yes. And it seems I just can't help getting bigger and stronger all the
time," she said agreeably, avoiding the argument but not letting the matter
drop. "I think it's nice."

The thought that the process was still continuing, which I should have known
but had obviously suppressed from my conscious mind, was profoundly shocking.
My hand opened involuntarily, leaving my lunch in her possession and ending
the contest, technically with no victor. But that did not assuage my concern
in the least. "Y-y-es but, when IS it going to stop?" I blurted out without
thinking, suddenly unable to contain the irrational fear stirring within me of
being smaller and weaker than my wife and revealing to her my unusually
emotional condition.

"Oh, I don't know," Betty admitted. "You're the scientist! Oughtn't you tell
me? But honestly, baby, I don't want it to stop. I want -- ooooh! There it
goes AGAIN!" She had just grown another inch and all her muscles expanded,
stretching her shirt even more tightly. She frowned for a moment and kicked
off her sandals. "Too small!" she explained. Then, she flexed again and her
mood brightened. "Wow! They're even BIGGER now! Just LOOK at them!" she said
excitedly. "This is so much fun!"

This was my chance! I recovered control of my emotions as well as my
scientific gravitas. "Betty, darling, don't you see this is getting completely
out of control? I admit, of course, that these changes have been beneficial to
you so far, and you may find that growing like this is personally very
satisfying, even thrilling, but it is too dangerous! The human body is a
complex balance of systems. Your body may not be able to tolerate further
changes without some kind of breakdown. We wouldn't know until it was too
late."

The overwhelming logic of my words had an immediate effect. "Oh my! Do you
really think so?" She put her hand to her cheek and looked very worried,
although the look of helplessness seemed quite out of place with the
baseball-sized biceps that twitched with each little movement of her
fluttering hand. "What can we do?"

"I'll have to reverse the polarity!" I said, going to the Emitter's access
panel. "That should draw the radiation out of your body and dissipate it. If
my hypothesis is correct, it will stop your growth. And possibly even reverse
it," I added, unnecessarily.

Betty had followed me over to the Emitter and was stood behind me looking over
my shoulder. Her lips had a cute pout as she watched me adjust the wiring.

"Awwww, honey, are you sure you have to? I'll really miss my muscles," she
said, sighing.

"I'm sure you will. But you weren't designed to be large and muscular,
darling. We both know that."

"Yes, but -- ooooop! There it goes again!" She turned her wrist back and
forth, watching the muscles in her arm bunch and flex. She squeezed them
affectionately with her fingers. Her biceps were the size of softballs now,
with a definite peak and a vein running along the top of the muscle, which she
traced with her forefinger. She looked down sadly at her breasts, breathed in
and watched her chest expand even further. Then she let out a long, deep sigh.
"Oh dear! I suppose you know best," she said, resignedly. "After all, it's
your New Tree Nose that started it all. I guess all I'll ever be is just a
cute little girl, down to the very core. Right, honey?"

"Well ... I wouldn't put it that way," I said uncomfortably. Even though I am
pretty conventional, it didn't sound right.

"Of course you wouldn't, darling. I'm just teasing you. But you know it really
has been fun for me!"

"I know," I said, glancing uneasily at her. She was flexing the muscles in her
chest and making her breasts dance, while her erect nipples seemed to be
pushing through the threads of her over-matched t-shirt. I was feeling faint
with desire and it was getting hard to concentrate properly on the rest of the
complicated modifications I was making in the Extremely Dense Neutrino Ray
Emitter Gun.

"I suppose you are right," she said, "as you almost always are. Who knows what
parts of me would keep growing and just how big they would get? See? Almost
anything could happen."

"Exactly," I affirmed, not daring to take another look at her. I was working
as quickly as I could, eager to get everything back to normal before she
changed her mind. "Ok, that's it." I said, snapping the panel shut. I turned
and grabbed Betty's shoulders. "Now ... you need to stand over here," I said.

I went to steer her to the test beam area. It wasn't really necessary.
Reversing the polarity would cause the Extremely Dense Neutrino Ray Emitter
Gun to emit an extremely diffuse form of radiation rather than a concentrated
beam, but I did not want to have to explain that to Betty, who rarely took an
interest in that level of detail in my work and would find it strange not to
stand directly in front of the Ray Gun. But when I tried to move her, I
noticed three things at the same time. One, it was hard to grasp her because
her shoulders had become so very wide. Two, that although her arms felt very
soft at first, her skin was underlaid with muscles that were not only
incredibly large but also very hard. And three, I couldn't budge her no matter
how hard I tried!

Giggling, she said playfully, "Honey! You forgot to say 'please'!" She blinked
her eyes in her usual cute, little girl way, although it had an entirely
different effect with her impressive and somewhat intimidating physique.

"Betty, please! This is serious! Each second could be critical!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, all right. Sorry, darling. I know you're busy and I'm getting in the way.
I was just having a last little bit of fun with my muscles before they all go
away."

She turned and stepped in front of the ray, giving me a close up view of the
back of her shorts, which were so high cut the full lower half of her ass
cheeks were bare.

"My god, you're so sexy!" I said. "I'm quitting early tonight!"

"I was wondering when you were going to notice!" she said. "You've been
working ever so hard on this project and for ever so long!"

I shot her an apologetic look.

"Awww, honey. I know it's not your fault. It's just that I want you so BADLY.
It's SO hard to resist. I SO want to take your body in my arms and THROW you
over one of those lab benches. Right this very MINUTE! And KNOWING that now
you couldn't do the SLIGHTEST little thing to stop me makes it even HARDER to
control myself!" she said firmly, her lips once again forming a pout. She took
a deep breath, puffing out her imposing chest, and sighed. My hands must have
been trembling. "But I know how busy you are, and how important your work is.
And that FORCING myself on you would be wrong. Very, very wrong!"

"Yes, it would be," I agreed quickly, "but I really am tempted too!" I said,
torn between the desire to make love to my wife in her current state and my
articulated need to protect her as soon as possible from any further
consequences from her accelerating growth. I almost wanted HER to take the
initiative, to MAKE me to take a break from my project and satisfy her needs
-- and my own! But she just stood there, looking at me, hands crossed below
her waist while the muscles of her arms pulsed, seeming to grow even more
right before my eyes.

The moment passed. "Well ... we've got to initiate the reverse polarity. It'll
only take a few seconds for the circuits to commence production of the
neutrino diffusion reactions."

"Whatever you say, dear." She looked at me, her blue eyes seeming sad.

I went back to the main console and set the controls. "Stay calm, Betty! This
will be over before you know it!"

"Okey-dokey," she said. "I trust you, honey. I'm sure you know what's best for
both of us."

I hit the switch.

There was a buzzing sound, the lights in the laboratory dimmed and then there
was an immense flash of light and a loud boom. I felt something thud against
the side of my head, and everything went dark.

Chapter 4

I opened my eyes. I was lying on my back, and as my vision focused, I realized
I was on one of the lab benches, looking up into Betty's face, the thick mass
of her wavy blonde hair tumbling around her as she looked down at me in
concern.

"Are you all right, baby?" she said, her warm hand carressing my forehead.

"I think so," I said. I was trying to move but she was holding me down and I
couldn't. "What happened?"

"Don't try to get up just yet." she said. "Your New Tree Nose ray gun thingy
broke and a piece of it hit you in the head. It knocked you out. I picked you
up and laid you down carefully on this bench. You've been unconscious for
about five minutes. I was just about to call for an ambulance when you came
to."

"The Extremely Dense Neutrino Ray Emitter Gun exploded?" I said.

"Not exploded, but it stopped working, and some pieces fell off. It looks like
a bit of a mess now."

"Oh no! The Emitter cost a fortune to build and several years of my life! I've
got to fix it."

"OK. If you have to. But hon, that's not the only thing that happened."

"Huh! What else? Was there a fire? Any other damage?"

"No dear, nothing like that." Betty said. "But your idea ... it didn't work
exactly as you planned."

"You mean, about stopping your growth? But how do you know? You said this just
happened a few minutes ago. Last time it took almost a day for it to take
effect."

"Maybe you better sit up." Betty said, putting a hand behind my back.

She helped me up. I gasped.

"See what I mean?" she asked, spreading her arms out.

I had to tilt my head far back to look up into her face. Even though she too
was sitting on the bench she towered over me. Her arms had grown immensely
larger, so packed with muscle that both of my hands spread wide open would
fail to encompass her immense biceps. Her muscle t-shirt now stretched like a
halter top across her huge chest, which seemed 70 percent muscle and 30
percent breasts. They had also gotten much bigger. Her abdominals looked like
cobblestones and the grooves between them were as thick as my thumbs.

"I hope you won't mind too much that I'm so much bigger and stronger than
you," she said matter of factly, standing up.

"Holy shi ... .." I gasped. "Your legs! They're like tree trunks!"

Betty looked slightly offended by my choice of words. She slapped a hand
against one of her immense thighs. I noticed immediately that nothing jiggled.
It was solid muscle and it looked as hard as steel. She lifted herself on her
toes and then lifted one leg above her head, grazing the ceiling with it and
rotated slowly around on the first two toes of one foot. Despite her extreme
size she moved in position effortlessly, as though she were weightless.
"Maybe," she said. "But don't you think they're even prettier than before?"

I nodded quickly in agreement.

This seemed to mollify her, but then a look of concern crossed her face. "But
darling sweetiekins, how about you and your head? Should we go to a hospital?
Do you think you can stand up?"

I felt the bruise. It was slightly tender, but I had no more then a mild ache.
"Yes, I think I'm OK."

"Oh, goody!" She helped me up. I could FEEL the power in her arms in the ease
with which she started to lift me as she carefully grasped my shoulders.

"I don't want to squeeze too hard." she said, seeing the startled look on my
face when I realized just how big her biceps were, right next to my eyes. "I
might hurt you. I'm sorry, but you seem kind of fragile to me, like your bones
would snap if I pressed my fingers even a tiny little bit."

I disregarded that statement, which of course was NOT a threat, but I almost
did pass out again when she landed me on my feet and I saw that the top of my
head did not even reach the middle of Betty's chest. I looked up and saw only
her mammoth breasts, which loomed above me like twin cannons, shielding me
from her face and shutting out any light. I tried to move back so that I could
look into her eyes, but her gentle hold on my shoulders kept me firmly in
place.

"You understand, honey, that it's not the heels this time that's making me
taller than you," she said, rattling on as if she hadn't even noticed that I
was trying to move my position so that I could see her. "In fact, it's a good
thing I took them off, because I would have broken them. At least someone else
can wear them now, although there aren't many girls who fit into size four
shoes."

Just then, there was celebratory shouting in the hall, sounds of things
crashing and breaking and other strange, loud noises.

"What's that?" I said, concerned.

Betty hesitated for a moment, and then moved between the door and me. "Don't
worry darling, I'll protect you."

"You'll what?!" I said, but before she could answer something knocked on the
door and then pushed it open, breaking the lock. It was Melissa, the
department's graduate student assistant, someone I always avoided as a lazy
slacker, a bossy, scheming opportunist, a nosey gossip and a man-hungry
flirtatious troublemaker, and also because of her frequent bad breath. Betty
was always telling me she must have had an unhappy childhood and I should try
to be nicer to her.

"Dr. Malcolm! Dr. Malcolm! Look what's happened to me!" she said, moving
quickly to stand next to us.

I stared at Melissa in amazement. She had always been fairly plain-looking,
about 5'5", small-breasted and slightly overweight, with poor skin and mousy
brown hair. Now she was nearly as large and muscular as Betty, with a
spectacularly busty figure, a perfect, glowing complexion and lustrous brown
hair.

"You're nearly as big as I am, Melissa!" Betty exclaimed. "And you look very
pretty too!"

"Oh that's really nice of you, Betty," Melissa said with false modestly. "You
know, you're looking pretty good too."

I looked from woman to woman, feeling dwarfed by them and slightly afraid of
Melissa, as if I were once again just a small boy looking up to a very sexy
teenaged babysitter, biding her time until my parents left, when she would
start me on a project to entertain her and get me in trouble. "The Extremely
Diffuse Neutrino Rays must have, um, penetrated the walls of my office and
affected you as well as Betty," I said, trying to use my intellect and
superior position to regain control of the situation.

Melissa shook her head. "Not just through the wall, Dr. Malcolm. They've
penetrated the whole world. ALL women are as powerful as Betty and me! I was
watching the news show on TV and it happened to the anchorwoman right after it
happened to me!"

"You mean all women have these muscles? Oh my!" Betty said. "What about the
men? Are they all strong too like us, or are they like Jessup, or ...."

"Oh, the men haven't changed," Melissa said. She moved closer to me. Her
breasts jutted far out from her chest and her nipples, hugely erect like
Betty's, nearly grazed my head. She moved slightly side to side,
mischievously, so that they swayed back and forth. Then she leaned down and
said with a wink and a sneer, "You know what men are like, Melissa. They're
just the same as they've always been. Except they're not as ‘imposing.'"

Her breath ... I almost swooned with desire. It was as fragrant as a rose and
as intoxicating as absinthe. What had happened? What had I done? I swallowed
nervously. "I must have made some kind of error in my, er, calculations. The
diffuse rays should not have been so powerful, and I don't understand why they
would have, um, made you ladies so ... so um, strong. I'll have to, er, review
my calculations to determine, um, why. And why they didn't, um, also work on,
um, me," I added, out of completeness, although I hadn't really wanted to draw
their attention to my relative lack of stature.

Melissa didn't miss a trick. "Oh yes indeed, Dr. Malcolm, that's got to make
you men wonder and worry, just like I'm sure you're doing right now. You're so
small now compared to Melissa and me. So small, so weak, so completely
helpless." She licked her lips. "And soooo scrumptious!"

Betty patted my hand reassuringly. "Don't worry, honey. I'll take care of you
and keep you safe."

Melissa flashed her eyes at me. "We women aren't just strong now. We're all
much sexier too. Even me," she added, putting one hand beneath her left breast
and bouncing it. "Oh, all this strength, this energy, this power -- can you
feel it, Betty? It makes me so horny. If you weren't here ... but I bet Dr.
Malcolm finds you practically irresistible now, Betty. You could probably make
him do anything you want. And if you wanted to try a little threesome, I'm
sure that Dr. Malcolm wouldn't, or couldn't, object...."

Betty looked at Melissa carefully, considering her words, and then took a long
look at me. "Oh? I hadn't even thought of that. Is that so, honey?" she asked,
her breath making me shudder and then tingle throughout my body like a plucked
string. I waited breathlessly, feeling that my fate was suddenly in the hands
of my overwhelmingly powerful Betty. "You know, Jessup, you've been working so
very hard lately. I never, ever see you!" She leaned over towards me,
displaying for me her luscious, round and very large breasts inside her muscle
t-shirt. "Does that feel right to you?"

My eyes were locked on the milky white globes floating inches from my lips.

"So, Jessup, tell me the truth, do you really think it's a good idea to stay
so late at the office all the time, working so hard on that little doohickey
raygun? Don't you think we could start spending more time together, instead of
your being all alone here trying to make your sweet wife small and weak again,
darling, smaller and weaker than you are?" She shifted her shoulders back and
forth and waited. "Don't you like the way my body moves now? Do you really
want to make my breasts all little again?"

Betty came even closer and bent lower. My jaw dropped open.

"Ooooh, honey. Do you want to know what I really think about those silly old
experiments of yours? Don't you think it's kind of silly to spend your time in
this cold, lonely place, tinkering with wires and numbers and funny greek
letters, when you could be safe, warm, happy and fulfilled in bed?"

I just stared, overwhelmed by the sight of her bountiful breasts, so soft, so
fragrant.

"I've never seen Dr. Malcolm speechless before!" Melissa exclaimed.

"Me neither," Betty chuckled, lacing her arm inside mine and around my torso.
It was as if a powerful boa constrictor had just anchored itself around my
chest. My head was pressed into her large and very firm bosom. She smelled
like heaven. Extreme pleasure combined with steady, though bearable pain.
"Come on, honey. It's time to come home now. Say goodbye to Melissa."

Melissa looked startled for a moment, but then recovered. "Oh! That's a good
idea, Betty. Take him home. I think it's been a very trying day for Dr.
Malcolm. Trying and failing, ha hah! And while you're out, I'll just have a
little peek at the Extremely Dense Neutrino Emitter Ray Gun to make sure it's
been left in a safe condition," Melissa said, moving between the machine and
Betty and me.

"But ...." I said, worried about what else my experimental device might do ...
especially if it fell into the wrong hands, like those of the scheming
Melissa.

Betty squeezed me a little harder. "Honey! I'm sure Melissa can take care of
things here for a little while. See what a mess you've left things? Why don't
you let her do her job, while I make you comfortable so you can get some rest?
I'm sure Melissa just wants to clean up a little."

"Of course," she said, peering inside the area of the Emitter where I had made
my recent modifications. "Look at all these pieces just lying around. I'll
have to put them back on before they get damaged, and I can already see that
it hasn't been shut down properly."

"B-b-but if she ..."

"Ssshhh honey, she's just taking care of a few little things for you. Now,
let's get you home so that I can take care of you, which is MUCH more
important."

She lifted me and cradled me in her powerful arms, right against her breasts,
and carried me out of the building and toward her car. My attempts at freeing
myself from her embrace were met by giggles and a slightly tighter hold,
squeezing me more closely against her luscious mammaries. I was enveloped in a
pleasant, somewhat dizzying haze of sensations generated by Betty's body, her
strength, the softness of her breasts, the firmness of her hold, and the
intoxicating aroma of her skin. I couldn't concentrate, couldn't articulate
any words of protest.

And then it hit.

"Whoooops!" Betty cried. "Whoa!"

I felt a trembling like an earthquake. There was a massive explosion. I clung
tightly to Betty. It seemed as though the universe was shaking around me,
going in and out of phase. Betty turned around. The science building was in
flames, the part where my laboratory was located had blown to pieces.

"Oh dear!" she said. "She shouldn't have done that. She really shouldn't
have!"

Betty's clothing was in tatters. Her mouth was set like she was thinking. I
don't recall ever seeing her look quite so serious. She put me down, gently on
the pavement. I looked way up at her naked, goddesslike body, to which I now
reached only as high as her hip. She looked down at me and smiled.

"Well, at least that's the end of Melissa," I said.

A large figure descended from the sky and landed next to us.

"Not quite!" boomed a rich and powerful voice oddly similar to Melissa's, in
the way cathedral organ playing the G sharp above middle C is similar to a
spinet piano playing the same note. "A shame that the Extremely Dense Neutrino
Emitter Ray Gun exploded before I received the full dosage, but as you can see
it has already given me enough power to survive the incident unharmed, and to
overcome gravity. Sorry, Betty, but I must take little Jess away from you now
-- to assist me in rebuilding the machine as the Even More Extremely
Dense/Diffuse Neutrino Emitter Ray Gun. Powered and enhanced by its rays, I
shall become immortal! I shall --

Betty stared at her, her lower lip emerging in a pronounced pout. Suddenly,
intense beams of radiation shot from my wife's naked breasts at Melissa and
vaporised her! Our departmental assistant was no more!

Betty looked at the smoke rising from where Melissa had stood and sighed. "Oh
dear me! I do hate fighting! And also misjudging people. You were right about
her, darling. You can be so smart, sometimes!"

I stared at her open mouthed and then a bit fearfully at her luscious breasts,
now revealed as immensely powerful and deadly weapons.

"Oh sweetie, don't be SCARED of them! I would NEVER hurt the tiniest hair on
your adorable little head!" she cooed, lifting me up again to nuzzle on her
right breast, which was now far larger than my head. Her nipple stiffened and
grew, forcing my lips open and inserting itself halfway into my mouth. Moments
later a thick, sweet ambrosia like liquid began flowing. The taste was
irresistible and I sucked and swallowed all I could. Whatever it was, it
immediately satisfied my hunger (not having eaten the lunch Betty had brought
me just an hour ago), warmed me and soothed my nerves. She sighed contentedly
and held me closer. "There! Is that better now?" Her nipple withdrew itself
and she lifted me further up so that I could look into her infinitely
beautiful eyes.

I nodded, completely under her spell. "B-b-ut h-h-ow did you..."

I felt the presence of a conscious mind vastly greater than my own probing my
thoughts and memories. Ideas, connections, data and equations far beyond my
understanding passed through my brain more quickly than I could comprehend.

"Why, honey, it's so easy. I just make what I feel you need. Isn't that really
what breasts are for?"

I looked at her breasts in a state of worshipful amazement, the puzzlement on
my face apparent.

"You see, darling, the multiple infusions of extremely dense and extremely
diffuse neutrinos into my cellular structures, which you initiated, have
established a multi-dimensional interface matrix attaching to the nuclei of my
cells, replacing the Krebs cycle in my mitochondria with direct access to
unlimited energy and replacing protein synthesis with the free generation of
matter at the subatomic level. The matrix coheres through all twenty-six
dimensions known to string theory -- and many others not even theorised by
contemporary physicists. Male physicists, I mean."

I stared at her in amazement. "How can you know that? That's part of advanced
bosonic string theory!! You've haven't studied physics or any science course
for that matter since you were 13! "

She tossed her head. "I know that, you silly!" She bit her lip. "It's the best
I can do in words you could understand. You see, honey, as a part of the
multi-dimensional matrices, when I think about something I immediately access
all brains, and brainlike matter and energy, capable of conscious activity
with potentially relevant knowledge, as though they were all part of my own.
You might have perceived some of that just before I answered your question. To
put it simply, my thinking processes take account of all of knowledge and
understanding within all existing universes, wherever located, whether in our
dimension or another." She looked down at her fingernails, blew on them and
rubbed them lightly on my shirt, since she wasn't wearing one. "So, babes,
bosonic string theory -- as you know it, that is -- is kind of easy for me
now. Honestly, it's kind of ... primitive ... and false. But I would have to
teach you Kryxgytrian physics to explain it better. Even the Kryxgytrians have
not properly dealt with all the complexities these "multiverses" produce, such
as the resonances between the 53rd, 173rdt and 2339th dimensions."

I looked into her eyes and was lost in their depth. What had she become?

She winked. "Oh, honey! Don't worry! I'm still the same old Betty!" She kissed
me, deeply, and I dissolved into a sea of desire and fulfilment ... until she
stopped.

I struggled to come back to coherence. "B-b-but B-b-betty, the d-d-d

"The Extremely Diffuse Neutrinos?"

"Yeah, why did it only work on you? Why not me?" I asked.

She looked surprised and disappointed in me. "Why darling, the
multi-dimensional matrix structure could NEVER be maintained within your
cellular nuclei, because your chromosomes are asymmetric and incomplete! In
other words, because you're a boy! And I am SO glad you are!" She gave me her
usual, sexysweet smile and looked deeply into my eyes. "Now, now, you mustn't
be jealous of me, sweetiekins. It's really not at ALL becoming! You just have
to let me take care of you, just as I have ever since the day we met! Anyway,
it should be obvious even to you that women are much more suited for infinite
abilities than men are!! Can you imagine if you men had this much power?
There'd be wars and fighting all the time, not to mention the dirt. What a
horrible mess! And besides, we women wouldn't have a moment of peace. No, it's
much better this way. You'll see, my darling." She waved at two of her friends
flying swiftly by, several hundred feet above us, each carrying the man she'd
chosen, and then pecked my cheek with a kiss. "You'll see."