Brandi 2 by Marknew M: (stirring a flask. adds some powder to a liquid and stirs more, than places it in a microwave and sets the timer. flexes his right biceps and feels them. frowns at the result. looks inside the microwave and straightens the counter. walks to the window and turns suddenly when the door is pushed open) B: Hi Tiny! M: Brandi? B: Uh huh. I missed you. M: How did you find me? B: You've been hiding, but I'm good at looking. Why didn't you call? M: Well, after last time .... B: But wasn't it FUN? M: Yes, but -- (staring up at her) -- hey you've GROWN!! B: Awww, you noticed. M: How could I not notice! You're over seven feet tall!!! B: (Blushes) M: And your biceps! They've got to be at least -- B: Twenty nine inches. (coyly flexes) M: (eyes practically pop out of face) Twenty nine? No way! They must be at least f-- B: Ahem! (puts enormous hand over M's mouth. M struggles to take it off. B yawns, not moving an inch, her arm muscles not even responding to M's efforts. Speaks petulantly.) I don't LIKE hearing you talk about me that way. It's too impersonal. I'll NEVER be older than twenty-nine, and I'll NOT hear you talk about my biceps as larger than twenty-nine inches. Understand? (forces M's head up and down) Good. (lets go of him. points her biceps at M, flexes again, and pushes him back with her expanding biceps until they pin him against the wall) M: B-B-Brandi! B: HOW big are they? M: (looks down at the mammoth muscles smashing his shoulders against the wall. eyes tear from pain) T-t-twenty nine inches. B: (relaxes, releasing M) Yeah! (looks at M and raises an eyebrow) Although they MIGHT be bigger than that. What do you think? (laughs at his frightened indecision) Never mind! (puts arms around him and squeezes him against her. his head reaches only the bottom of her immense bosom) HUG M: Hug (voice muffled against her) B: SQUEEZE. M: Aggh! B: Mmmmmmmm (lets go) M: (staggers) You're so powerful now. B: (smiles) M: I've never seen such ... or imagined a girl could be so -- B: (sparkles) super-powerful? Heh-heh. You know, that cream you gave me? I used it with thirty HUGE bodybuilders. They're not huge anymore. But after awhile, I stopped getting bigger. (pouts) Denser, stronger, healthier, sure ... but not any bigger. (looks sad) M: You have the strength of THIRTY bodybuilders? B: More. I've been exercising too. And of course my own strength to start with. And yours. M: Don't remind me. B: (elbows him, sending him hard back against the wall, and giggles) Still pretty weak and puny, Mark. M: I am not! (flexes) My biceps are almost back up to 15 inches! It's just that in comparison to you and to what I was before.... B: (puts one finger around the top of his biceps and squeezes, crushing them) ooooh! squishy! M: OWW!! You're going to DESTROY me. And you just keep STEALING my strength. (looks at her in horror) You didn't put more of that cream on, did you? B: (sighs and shakes head) No. It's all used up. M: (relieved, then looks startled. His eyes dart to the microwave, watch the timer tick off the seconds, then back to Brandi) So, uh, why'd you come by? B: (absent-mindedly starts playing with M's barbell. curls two hundred pound weight with one arm several times. sighs. folds barbell together, mashes the plates and the bar into a large ball with her hands, crushes it to a greater density and starts tossing it from one hand to the other) I missed you. Didn't you miss me? M: (watching the exhibition of strength and muscle open-mouthed, then puts his hands in his pockets to make some room in his pants) Yes, of course I did. But, uh, you left me so weak last time. (the microwave beeps. he edges toward his work table) I couldn't, uh, go anywhere. So, you know, I've been, uh, working out and ... working -- B: (lets ball fall to the floor, where it crashes through into the basement, and reaches with long arm and grabs M's elbow, stopping him in his tracks) On what? M: (evasively) Oh, nothing. (pulls but can't move an inch) B: (rolls eyes at M's efforts, then pulls him back to her) Oh, something I'm sure. You're always up to something. (looks directly at flask, which is visible inside the now illuminated microwave oven) So, what's in there? M: N-nothing. B: (traps him and his arms against her, then takes a step and reaches over to get it) M: Hey! Give that to me! B: (smiles) Something important I bet. M: (trying to take it from B, but she keeps him trapped, her super-muscular arm almost as thick as his body) Uh, it's rat poison! B: I'm sure! (smiles more broadly, raises the flask into the air, letting go of M so that he can jump up, futilely, trying to reach it. He can barely reach as high as her biceps, much less reach as high as the flask) You're like a little dog jumping for his biscuit, Mark! (grabs him by the shirt and holds him in the air with her other arm so that he's high enough to reach it, but she extends her arm away so that his arm isn't long enough) Ooooh, just a little bit farther and you'd touch it. (pops the cork off with her thumb, brings the flash to her nose and and sniffs it) Whew! Strong stuff! M: Give it to me! (reaches down but with her long arms she's still able to keep him away from it) B: What does it do? (opens her hand so he drops to the floor. looks fiercely at him, discouraging him from grabbing at the flask again) M: (looks miserable) It's my super-power formula. But there's enough for both of us, Brandi. I was going to drink half and then fly over to your house with my new super-powers and give half to you too! It was going to be a surprise. B: (smiles broadly) Oh you are SO SWEET! (reaches around to hug him to her, crushing him against her bosom) So you WERE thinking of me after all!! Even though it was so hard to tell, since you haven't called even once! (as she talks she flexes her pectoral muscles in turn, bouncing her breasts against Mark's cheeks and driving him backwards as if she were punching him, then expands her chest and traps him between her mighty breasts and the wall) M: (breathing only with great difficulty) Well of course ... I was thinking of you, Brandi. All the time. I just ... I just wanted ... to surprise you ... that's all. B: (smiles) Well, I AM surprised! This is wonderful. I've ALWAYS wanted super-powers. (lifts it to her mouth) M: (his voice muffled) Half! Just take half! That's all you need. Leave some for me! B: (looks down at him, shrugs, and drinks half. closes eyes. breathes deeply, her breasts actually lifting Mark off the floor, then exhales and steps away, dropping him) I don't feel any different. M: (disappointed) You don't? But I'm sure it should work. B: You didn't test it? M: Of course not. Do YOU want to deal with a mouse with super-powers? B: (shivers) Guess not. (closes eyes again, as two small ripples run through her body, radiating from her abdomen up to her head and down to her feet. her muscles seem to shift slightly under her clothes and her large breasts rise slightly, the nipples pressing out her shirt) Wait a minute. I felt SOMETHING. (breathes again. the room becomes drafty) I feel powerful. M: You are powerful. B: No, silly. SUPER-powerful. (exhales. all of M's equipment flies off the table and is smashed against the wall, which cracks) Tee-hee. Sorry! M: It worked!! B: Oh yes! I feel SO strong. (breathes in again, expanding her chest. the wind pulls the door off its hinges and crashes into her, splintering but leaving her unharmed) And SO turned ON! M: (shifting his position uncomfortably) It, uh, must also have magnified the effect of your phermones. B: (moving her shoulders suggestively) Yeah. (takes M's hands to touch her between the legs and on her breasts) Mmmmmmmmm. That feels so GOOD. Mmmmmm. Harder. Faster. M: (tries to comply) B: (impatiently knocks M's hand away, sticks free hand through waistband of skirt, tearing it, and rubs herself faster and faster until M can't even see her fingers. her nipples expand and burst through her t-shirt, pulsing, glistening) M: (becomes frantic with desire, grabs at B and pushes himself against her, rubbing against her leg and coming in seconds) B: (not even noticing M, screams as she comes) OH YES! OH GOD!!!!!!! OOOOHHHHHH YYYYEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (leans back and floats into the air, satisfied) M: (slides down onto the floor, satisfied. looks up and sees B, flying) Look at you!! It really works!!! B: (turns over in mid-air, looking down at M) I know. It's great!! Am I really as strong as Superman? M: I think so. Maybe even stronger. You're bigger than he is. (stands up and holds out hand) Can I have my half now? B: (giggles) YOUR half? M: Brandi! You're super now. I want to be super too! B: I bet you do. M: I invented it. B: (pats him on the head) You are SUCH a clever boy! Tell me again, AM I as strong as Superman? M: You should be stronger. The serum works as a multiplier of your pre-existing strength. I based the dosage on my own strength, but since you're so strong already drinking half of the flask should have made you considerably stronger than Superman. B: Uh huh. And what about the other powers? M: Um, they should be about the same as his. B: (nods. tosses her head from side to side, thinking) Hmmm, you say my other powers are about the same as his and I SHOULD be considerably stronger. No guarantees? M: I didn't test it, you know that. But see, it works. You have to trust me. And don't you want someone super you can play with? I'd never be able to satisfy you now. No ordinary man could. B: Hmmm. Those are good points. Wait here. (flies off and returns an instant later holding Superman by the arm with one hand. She looks down at him, struggling to get free) You're right! I'm TONS stronger than he is. I never realized how small his muscles were, at least compared to mine. And look at this! (squeezes Superman's biceps like they're a roll of Charmin) They feel almost as squishy as yours. S: (almost fainting from the pain of her grasp) Agghh! Let me go you evil fiend! B: (lets go, but jabs him on the temple with her fist. S collapses onto the floor, knocked out from the offhand blow) He's really annoying, you know? M: (shocked) He's a superhero! B: Well, compared to me, he's a little wimp. OK. Here. You can have it. (hands M the flask) M: Oh, THANK you. B: (smiles) M: (takes deep breath, puts flask to lips, closes eyes and tilts it) B: (purses lips, creating a mini-tornado that sucks the remaining serum in a stream out of the flask and into her mouth) M: (opens eyes when he realizes the serum hasn't reached his lips and watches it fly through the air and into B's mouth. She swallows it and pats her stomach.) NO! B: Tee-hee. YES! (two large ripples run through her body, radiating from her abdomen up to her head and down to her feet. her muscles shift under her clothes, forming huge diamond hard mounds. her large breasts rise further, protruding straight from her chest as twin, watermelon-sized missiles) Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Now I feel ENORMOUSLY SUPER-POWERFUL. M: (mournfully) It's the multiplier effect. You must be trillions and trillions of times more powerful than Superman now. B: Really? Cool! I was thinking only zillions! S: (stirs. rises to feet) You won't defeat me evil one. I'll -- B: (puts one finger on S's forehead and pushes down. S collapses onto the floor onto his back) What? You were saying you'll obey my every word, Superslave? M: Brandi! B: (giggles) Wasn't talking to you, sweetie. S: (fires heat vision at B, the red beams incinerating her clothes but leaving her body untouched. S intensifies the rays, but with no effect.) What!? Impossible! (tries harder, his eyes tearing from the effort) B: (touches her skin) Is THAT all you can do? Not even warm! (fires her own heat vision back at S, the deep blue beams vaporizing his arm in an instant) Whoops! Hope for your sake you were left-handed, Superman. S: Aggghhh! No-o-o-o-o! (looks down in shock at where his arm had been, gets up and begins to fly out of room. B reaches out and snares him like she's caught a fly) B: Gotcha! (squeezes his wrist) S: Aaauuuughhh! B: Hey, he's crying! (runs her nail down his remaining arm and slices an opening to the bone) This is too easy! (lets go and watches him fly away) He won't bother me now. M: Brandi! What have you done? B: Silly, I've become a goddess! (smiles) Thanks for everything, Mark. (kisses his check, leaving a deep red mark) I'm going off to enslave the world now. But call me if you invent anything else. I'll keep an eye on you. Bye!