Brandi
by Marknew




A large, supremely muscular woman and a smaller, though by no means small, man
greet each other in the living room of a small apartment. The woman has long
dark hair and bright green eyes and looms above the man, breathing slowly,
alertly, her senses alive. The man seems a bit shy. He is clearly aroused by
her, but is also a bit wary.

M: Hello Brandi. It's, uh, good to see you again so soon.

B: Nice to see you, Mark! Kiss, kiss.

M: Hug.

B. HUG

M: Ooof, not so hard!

B: But I WANT to, tee-hee.

M: (Groan)mmmf mumble.

B: (eases up) OK, you were saying?

M: (Trying to get breath back) You're even bigger than you were the last time
I saw you, and that was only Thursday!

B: Awww, you noticed. Stronger too.

M: But how? So soon?

B: It's my genes. My muscles respond so well to exercise, and to your
admiration. It inspires me, a little.

M: But still it's just three days! Just how much did you work out?

B: Let's see. On Friday, I walked up and down the stairs three times. On
Saturday I had to scrub a pot REALLY hard. And Sunday, I did my short exercise
routine -- five minutes.

M: That's ALL you did?

B: (giggles) Yes. (flexes her now 22" biceps, which stretch the sleeves of her
t-shirt)

M: It takes me weeks of work to make any difference to my body.

B: Poor you! That must be so boring!

M: Well --

B: But it's nice that you make the effort. You do have very cute muscles,
Mark.

M: Cute?! My biceps are 16"! They're hard too.

B: Are they? Let's see. Flex them for me. Take off your shirt so I can see
them better.

M: OK.

B: They're very nice, Mark. You must be very proud of them.

M: It took a lot of effort to build them up.

B: I'm sure it did. Let's compare! I'll put my arm on top. Be sure to flex as
hard as you can.

M: Oh I will. Brandi! I can't believe how much larger yours are.

B: (sparkles with pleasure)

M: Hey, your muscle's so hard. It's pushing mine down!

B: Already? (smiles) But I haven't even tightened it yet. Ready?

M: Brandi, please!

B: Keep it steady. Maybe you need my other hand to hold your arm in place.

M: NO! You're gonna --

B: (puts her hand underneath) Here goes.

M: Oww, you're crushing it!

B: Sorry. (smiles) Well, not really sorry. It's FUN.

M: For you!

B: And?

M: (rubs arm) Yeah, me too. I guess.

B: (flexes) I just love my muscles!

M: (staring at them) Me too.

B: I know. You can't help it, can you. (walks to her dresser) So what's this
new cream you brought me? I've never needed a moisturizer.

M: It's not an ordinary skin cream. It's a dual formula muscle size and tone
absorber, with a multiplying effect. I bought it for you to use at the gym, in
case you wanted to absorb any muscle from the bodybuilders there. It will give
you several times the muscle you take from them. Too bad this cream doesn't
work on men, but I wanted to give it to you and see what it could do for you.

B: How sweet of you! You're so thoughtful.

M: Yes, well, you know how I -- what are you doing?

B: Rubbing some into my hands, silly. Why?

M: But there's no one here but you and me.

B: (gives Mark a cunning look)

M: Brandi! It's taken me months to recover my strength from the last time you
absorbed my strength -- when I let you use the inter-spatial muscle transfer
machine!

B: Ooooh, I liked that! That's what transformed me from a 5'1" waif into what
I am now!

M: But I couldn't believe that after I showed you how to operate it, you used
it on me!

B: Wicked of me, I know.

M: And then you exhausted the power in the tylidium crystals before I had a
chance to use it too!

B: Poor Mark! You wanted to be a muscular Superman, didn't you, but once I
absorbed your strength you were too weak to stop me from using them all
myself. (looks sympathetic, but obviously is not) I guess I overdid it.

M: You sure did. (shakes with desire as she flexes in front of him) Now, until
I invent some other way to increase my strength, I just have to do it the
old-fashioned way.

B: You work so HARD at it too! It doesn't seem fair of me to take your
strength, when it's so easy for me to build up my own muscles.

M: Yes, thanks to that machine, you have the muscle building capacity of four
men! (sighs in relief). I'm glad you understand.

B: I do! (takes a step closer)

M: What are you doing?

B: I want to hug you.

M: But Brandi, you haven't washed the cream off!

B: I know that, my little man. Don't you want to see my muscles grow?

M: (Scrambling backwards) You know I do! But do a few push-ups. Or stand on
your head and press your weight up. That's all you need to do.

B: I know it is. (giggles) My muscles get bigger and stronger just by flexing
them! (sighs) But it's too hot for that. (only a few feet away now) Now, why
don't you flex your biceps just one more time for me? So I can kiss them
good-bye.

M: Brandi! No! (looks up at her with her massive arms crossed around her
breasts. She takes a deep breath, stretching her t shirt to near transparency
and revealing her six pack abs. He looks at the door at the opposite end of
her room. He'd never make it.)

B: Come on, Mark. Don't make me wait. I'm hungry for you. I want you inside
me.

M: (brightens up) OK!

B: (giggles) That too. But first, I want your MUSCLE inside me. (Mark dives
between her legs to escape but she gets a hand on his belt and stops him,
then, holding it, lifts him in the air) You're so light Mark.

M: I weigh 180!

B: As I said. (holds up the palm of her other hand and shivers with pleasure)
Mmmmmm, I get so hot and excited just THINKING about taking your muscles. Now
let me see them.

M: (flexes right biceps, reluctantly)

B: So adorable! (kisses them, then clamps her hand around them.)
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, I can feel the power flowing into my body! (her shirt rips)

M: You're growing!

B: Oh yes, DO look at me! I want to see your adoring eyes. (takes hand off
Mark's biceps) Tee hee. You're already so much smaller. Flex for me, sweetie.

M: I AM flexing.

B: Oh you ARE, are you? I couldn't really tell.

M: (grimaces)

B: Why, already they're just half the size they were.

M: (looking at them with dismay) I know! It'll take me months to build them
back up again!

B: Sorry. (smiles) No, I'm not really sorry, to be honest. (flexes own arm.
eyes light up as her biceps tear through her t-shirt as though it were tissue)
Look at mine! That peak is beautiful! I feel so strong now. (moves to touch
him again)

M: Brandi! Haven't you taken enough?

B: (grins broadly) I WANT IT ALL!!!

M: NO! (raises hand to block her)

B: Oh, fight me, you big strong man! (holds out two fingers and snares his
wrist with them, holding it firmly while he struggles to free himself) Come
on, fight harder. I like feeling you try to resist me.

M: (struggling, face getting red) can't ... get ... my ... arm ... away

B: (giggling again, not even trying) Tsk Mark! I thought you were stronger
than that!

M: (still struggling) I was ... until ....

B: (twists her hand to place her palm on his hand and interlaces their
fingers)

M: Aggh! No-o-o....

B: (flexing her biceps, watching with a broad smile as it the mound of muscle
rises higher and higher. now her chest bursts through the t-shirt, which falls
to the floor, her DD breasts springing outwards) Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm

M: (unable to keep his eyes away from Brandi's growth, or her breasts, then
looking down at his own arm) Brandi, you have to stop! My arms! They're so
thin!

B: Hmmmm? (looks down at him) Oh they are! Are you still trying to resist me?
I can't tell!

M: Damn! I'm pulling as hard as I can, and you can't tell?

B: 'Fraid not. (let's go and pokes his arm with her finger) Mmmmmmm, soft as a
baby's bottom too.

M: No-o-o-o-o-o!

B: You're so much lighter too. Or am I just so much stronger? I think it's
both. (lets him slide out of her hands onto the floor where he stands on his
stick-thin legs, her massive chest looming next to him. She turns slightly,
her DD breasts shifting and bumping into Mark, knocking him off balance. She
catches him.)

M: Let go, let go! You're just making me weaker!

B: Ha-ha-ha-ha! I am! I've never drained you THIS far before! (watching him
dwindle even further, his whole body now barely more than a stick figure. she
lets go and he can barely stand up, his knees almost buckling, only his
featherweight frame making it possible for his enfeebled muscles to support
his weight. meanwhile, she starts flexing her new muscles, her pectoral
muscles firming and pushing up her breasts, making them dance wildly with each
flex. her abs flex into a dense six pack, no a twelve pack. Mark stares at
them.)

M: (very softly) So weak. You have so much muscle. I need some back. Please.

B: I NEVER give anything back. You know that. You'll have to get it from
someone else.

M: Gave you all the cream. Can't make more.

B: Really? You are so good to me. Hey there's something I CAN do for you.
(flexes her arm in front of Mark's face so he can see nothing but her
gargantuan biceps) I think just the biceps of my right arm have more muscle
than your whole body does now Mark! It makes me feel so alive, so energetic.
Did I drain that out of you too?

M: (nods. leans forward and kisses it)

B: How sweet of you! (sticks finger in waistband of Mark's pants and rips them
off. his cock springs upward) I'm glad THAT's not a muscle. (undresses herself
and puts her hand on Mark's ass, carrying him to her bed, then straddles him,
pulling him up inside her) Hey, baby, I'll do all the work today.

M: (even more softly) Still draining me. Not much left.

B: (eyes closed in ecstasy) I know. Feels so good!! Ooooh, I'm coming already.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Mark, MARK? (looks down at his body, now just two feet long
and weighing just eight pounds) He's gone! Oh well. (gets up and looks at the
mirror) I'll never forget you Mark.

(Of course, we can't really let Mark die. The next script will take place some
months later ....)