A Day at the Mall  modified  
'Steve the Z' original author, modified by Marknew



Note by Marknew:

I enjoyed this story when it first came out in Summer 2002 but could not
resist playing with it. After I had the idea for a new ending I tried to get
in touch with Steve the Z to collaborate on it, but he seems to have
disappeared. If he does surface and wants the story removed or changed, then I
will ask Diana to take down this version.

Bobby and his new girlfriend Cindy were at the mall one day, walking hand in
hand past the stores, window shopping. Bobby was 17 and Cindy was 16. Bobby
was 5'10" tall, weighed 150 pounds and had thick black hair, a cocky
expression and lively green eyes that closely followed the bodies of each girl
who walked by. Cindy was only 5' tall, very slender, with long blonde, rather
lifeless hair, but a pretty, fresh face and surprisingly full breasts for her
petite frame -- which was precisely what had attracted Bobby to her. She
weighed exactly 93 pounds, without an ounce of visible muscle anywhere on her
arms, even when she tugged on Bobby's arm (again and again) to keep his
attention on her!

Bobby was wearing jeans and a black Megadeath tee shirt, Cindy a white tee
shirt with pink hearts over the bust and sleeves and black slacks.

They had gone to the end of a row of stores and turned back, retracing their
steps, when Cindy suddenly stopped.

"What's up, Cin?" Bobby asked, his eyes undressing a tall, busty redhead he
had passed twice before and who seemed to be looking him over carefully,
appraising him.

"That store - it wasn't there before!"

"Huh?" Bobby said. Cindy tugged at his arm again to get his attention and he
turned and looked at the store Cindy was pointing at with her dainty little
forefinger.

"'Ye Olde Magick Shoppee'", he read aloud. "And you say it wasn't here the
first time we passed?" He shook his head. "We were just here 20 minutes ago!"

"Uh-uh. I know that. But I know ALL the stores here and I've never seen it."

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Stores don't just appear out of thin air, Cindy."

Cindy didn't want to argue, so she agreed, "That's what's so strange."

Bobby peered into the somewhat dusty glass of the shop's windows. It was murky
inside. He could make out rows of shelves or tables, but that was about all.

"So, you want to go inside?"

"Uh-huh," she said.

Bobby gallantly opened the door to let Cindy inside the shop. A bell tinkled.
They found themselves in a rather dusty emporium, with long tables laden with
all sorts of vials and jars and boxes and scrolls and many other strange
looking objects. Each item had a hand lettered card propped up beside or
before it.

"Weird," Bobby observed. "It's not at all like a mall store."

Cindy was walking up the center aisle reading some of the cards, when a short,
brown-skinned man wearing a loose fitting shirt and equally baggy red pants
approached them. He appeared to be from a middle eastern country, India
perhaps.

"Hello," he said in a soft voice. "May I help you two nice young people?" He
smiled and looked at each of them pleasantly.

"Uh, we're just looking, I guess," Bobby said.

"What are these cards for?" Cindy asked the man, who was actually an inch or
two shorter than she.

"The cards, young lady, are descriptions of the magic properties of the
objects in the shop," he said patiently. "Some are very old and rare."

"Oh," Cindy said, then pointed to one on the table in front of where she was
standing; a pretty green vial stoppered with a cork.

"This one says, 'Instant Muscle Pills - 50-50 Chance'. What does that mean? Is
it for back aches?"

The man clasped his hands together. "Oh no! Not at all! It is indicative of
many of the spells here," the man said. "You purchase a pill, in this case an
instant muscle pill, and there is a one in two chance that it will work. If it
does, it will cause you to grow very large muscles." He looked at it closely.
"In fact, this pill would make you one of the most muscular people in the
world. If the pill does not work, you do not get another chance. It is a one
time only opportunity, you see."

"Sounds phony to me." Bobby said. "How can you grow muscles instantly?!"

The man colored slightly and cleared his throat. "I am told that the effect,
while not actually instantaneous, is quite dramatic, although I have never
myself seen it work." Bobby was nodding sarcastically and giving Cindy an 'I
told you so' expression. "Oh no no, sir. Please don't misunderstand me. These
spells are real. It is the very uncertainty in the venture that gives them
their power. Perhaps you would care to purchase a pill and try your luck?"

Bobby looked dubious. "Yeah? How much?"

"For you fine young people, fifty cents a pill."

"Oh! Please try it, Bobby. I've always liked guys with muscles! You'd be so
cute!"

"Hey you think I don't have muscles already?" Bobby said testily, flexing his
sturdy but by no means overwhelming biceps.

"Of course I do, silly! But just imagine if you were one of those superman
types, and could lift me up with one arm. I'd probably want to touch your
muscles all day long! And if YOU wanted to touch me, I would be ABLE to stop
you, WOULD I?" she said coyly. "What do you have to lose?"

"Fifty cents, that's what." Bobby said grumpily. But he thought about what it
would be like to have huge muscles. It would be pretty great, actually. He
would be able to get any babe he wanted, not just little Cindy, but strapping
girls with large busts and long, luscious legs, like that redhead.

"A mere trifle to please your lady friend, don't you think, sir? It could
change your life."

"Well ...." Bobby said, not wanting to seem too eager. He fished in his pocket
and pulled out some change. "OK -- just to please Cindy. Here," he said,
handing two quarters to the little man.

The quarters seemed to vanish instantly. "Thank you kindly sir, and now, your
pill!"

He pulled the stopper from the bottle and shook a pill into Bobby's hand.

"Now what?" Bobby looked at the pill skeptically.

"You simply put the pill in your mouth young sir. It will dissolve right away,
and then you will either become a muscular and powerful man, or you will
remain just as you are. It is all a matter of chance. And I DO wish you the
very best of luck, sir."

"Wait a sec," Bobby said, "Won't my clothes get ripped up or something if I
get big muscles? I LIKE these pants."

"This is a magic pill." the man said seriously. "And part of the magic is that
your clothing will adjust to any changes that may occur."

"Go ahead Bobby!" Cindy urged. "Do it!"

"Uh, well, all right then."

A little embarrassed, Bobby put the pill between his lips. He looked startled.

"Wow, it just disappeared like!" he said.

They waited excitedly.

But nothing happened.

"Alas, no muscles. Your chance did not succeed young sir. You will remain as
you are."

"Aw, it was just a scam anyway." Bobby said.

The little man started to protest, but Cindy said. "I believe you! Let me try
one!"

"You?" Bobby said, laughing, "What the heck for, Cin? You don't HAVE any
muscle to grow!"

Cindy tossed her head, a little miffed. "You shouldn't make fun of me, just
because I'm small!" she said.

"On the contrary sir, the magic will work on anyone, large or small," the
shopowner said, a little defensively.

Cindy whispered into Bobby's ear, "Really, Bobby! I like this little shop, and
the little man. You're being rude. I think it's only right to show him we're
not mad."

"Ok, ok!" Bobby said, raising his hands in a surrendering motion. "Hey, it's
your money."

Cindy reached into her pocketbook and removed her purse and then carefully
took a dollar bill out and handed it to the proprietor, who produced Bobby's
two quarters and gave them to her in change.

"Here you go young miss," he said, shaking a pill from the vial into her
outstretched palm.

"Well," she said with a little giggle, "here goes nothing," Cindy said,
shrugging her shoulders and popping the pill into her mouth.

"Oh!" she said, her eyes opening wide. "I feel something."

"What?" Bobby said nervously.

"I feel ... GOOD!"

Cindy suddenly clenched her little fists tightly.

"Oooo!" she said, "Something's happening!"

Cindy raised her arms and flexed them. There was no sign of any muscle there.

Bobby laughed with relief. "You're so gullible, Cindy. What an imagination you
have. I remember when you thought you saw a ghost at ...." Bobby's eyes opened
very wide. "Oh my God!" he said.

Cindy's biceps suddenly began to bulge, filling the sleeves of her tee shirt.
Her shoulders simultaneously widened, and her tee was stretched even tighter.
Her chest deepened, pulling her shirt out of the waistband of her slacks as
her breasts rose higher and higher on her thickening pectorals. Her exposed
abs had become a highly developed six pack plating her tanned stomach.

"I'm getting stronger and stronger!" Cindy cried.

Cords of sinew thickened her neck; her trapezius muscles grew so large they
slanted down from the top sides of her neck into her wide shoulders.

Just when her shirt seemed about to split at the seams, it transformed into a
spandex sports top, tightly molding itself around her newly muscle-bound torso
and across her powerful chest, her breasts severely distorting the picture of
the heart. Her bulging softball sized biceps were making deep stretch marks in
the short sleeves of her top, which become more and more prominent as her
muscles continued to grow.

"How big is she going to get?!" a shocked Bobby asked the shopowner.

"Oh, quite big," he replied cheerfully, nodding at Cindy and smiling at her
good fortune.

The lat muscles of Cindy's back became so large that Bobby could see them from
the front. And he had never realized there were so many muscles in anybody's
forearms! Cindy lowered her arms, her highly developed muscles bulging and
twisting under her tanned skin with every little movement. She couldn't hold
them straight at her sides, but had to rest them against her super-wide lats.

"Bobby, I'm feeling so great! So alive and energetic too! And even though I'm
bigger and heavier, I feel so light on my feet, it's almost like I could jump
right through the ceiling of this store!"

All Bobby could do was stare at her.

Breaking the awkward silence, the shopkeeper suggested helpfully, "I would
guess, young miss, it's because the strength of your leg muscles is increasing
more quickly than your weight."

Indeed, Cindy's slacks were getting tighter as her legs grew stronger. Her
thighs were developing rapidly, and her calves had grown much larger. As with
her blouse, just when her pants seemed on the verge of splitting apart, they
began to change, to shorten as they expanded in circumference to accommodate
her thickening legs, the cuffs rapidly traveling upward, baring her mighty
legs and her deeply tanned skin. Cotton transformed into more flexible and
durable spandex, slacks became culottes, culottes became shorts, and shorts
became micro-shorts, skin tight and leaving almost all of her muscular thighs
uncovered.

Her outer thighs curved gracefully, packed with super developed muscle, and
her inner quads formed huge teardrop shapes above her knees. Cindy's calves
protruded on each side of her legs and looked very strong.

"I - I'm really huge!" she squealed. "Can you believe it?! It didn't work on
you, and you said I was so small to start with that it wouldn't do anything
for me, but you were wrong! It sure worked on me! Will you just look at all my
muscles Bobby!"

Bobby couldn't help but look at Cindy's muscles, since every one of them was
superbly developed -- round, hard, large -- and in active motion as she
delightedly turned her body to explore them. And her skimpy outfit left very
little to the imagination. Bobby felt himself getting sexually excited by his
girlfriend's new body. Excited, but also insanely jealous.

"Yeah," he said, his unhappiness not well-hidden at all.

Her brow furrowed. She was a bit hurt by Bobby's reaction, but she simply
couldn't suppress her enthusiasm for her new physique. She held up her huge
biceps, which had thick blue veins running across them.

"But look at how big my biceps are!" she said, holding her arm next to
Bobby's. "Yours look so skinny and small now, at least compared to mine!"
Bobby simply stared. Cindy's biceps were more than four times as large as his.
He flexed his in a futile attempt to even the comparison. She raised her
eyebrows and unable to resist, she flexed hers too. While Bobby's muscle had
tightened and risen another half an inch, hers rose another two inches into a
defined peak, the striations of her muscle becoming even noticeable. She
pumped it a few times, even though she felt a little bit guilty about the
pleasure she was taking in her evident fortune. "I wonder how strong I am
now?" Cindy said, twisting this way and that and watching her muscles bulge.
"I must be so much stronger than you Bobby!," she said, and lifted him easily
with one hand beneath his ass. "Wow, look what I can do!"

Bobby looked down at her with growing resentment. "Why you and not me?" he
said, angrily, thinking of the babes he could have had if he'd gotten muscles
like Cindy's. "What a waste -- muscles on a girl!"

"Bobby! I can't believe you're saying that! You're -- you're making me feel
like I'm ugly!" Cindy said, tears forming in her eyes.

The shopkeeper coughed quietly to get her attention. "Please young miss. Young
sir is disappointed, that is all. You still are quite a lovely young lady and
I am sure your friend will see that soon enough." Cindy blinked her eyes and
nodded, grateful for his kind words. She looked at Bobby for some sign of
acknowledgement.

He grunted, embarrassed at the ease at which Cindy was holding him in the air
and then looked at the shopkeeper and said, a bit petulantly, "I want to try
another pill!"

"I'm sorry sir, but having failed the first time the spell will never work on
you. Such is chance," the store's owner said philosophically. "If the stars
had otherwise inclined ...." He held his hands up, indicating his own
acceptance of fate. "You should not be upset by your girlfriend's
metamorphosis, young sir. If I may say, sir, she is a girl of unique beauty
and spirit. You should be grateful for her warm regard for you."

"I, I, well, sure, I know, but...." Bobby said with little conviction, feeling
the power of Cindy's fingers on his ass, and unable to take his eyes off her
bosom as she played with flexing her pectorals.

"Perhaps you would care to try another pill?" he said helpfully. "The one you
tried is the only muscle-increasing magic I know, but I have many different
products."

"Oh yes!" Cindy said happily. "What else can he try?" she said, putting him
back on the floor.

"Maybe this -?" he said, pointing to a carved ivory box.

Bobby read the label. "'Instant Height Increase - 50-50 Chance'"

"Would you like to be taller, young sir? A little extra height would be nice
for you."

"Yeah, why not?" Bobby said, enthusiastically. "If the other one worked for
Cindy, the odds must be that this one will work for me now!"

"I understand your feelings, although statistically --

"Is this one also fifty cents?" Bobby wanted to know.

"Yes, indeed."

"Ok," Bobby handed the man two more quarters.

"Very good," he said, raising the lid of the box. "Perhaps you, young sir,
would like to select the pill?"

Bobby nodded, reached out and took one of the green pills. He put it in his
mouth, fully expecting to grow taller, but once again nothing happened.

"Oh, I am so sorry, sir. Such bad luck you have!"

"I think I'll try one," Cindy said, holding out Bobby's two original quarters.

"No, Cindy! Don't! Haven't you gotten big enough already?" Bobby protested.

"Well ... it's great being strong and all, but I'm still barely five feet
tall. I've always wanted to be at least as tall as my sister," she said
wistfully. She turned to the shopkeeper and explained, "She's 5'3", even
though she's two years younger than I am, and she's always teasing me."

"That must be hard for you," the man said sympathetically and happily took her
quarters.

Cindy took a pill, and tentatively placed it between her lips. She closed her
eyes as it disappeared into her mouth.

They all held their breaths.

And, to Bobby's dismay, Cindy began growing taller.

"It's working!" she said, giggling, her muscular legs growing longer. "I think
I'm taller than Jen already!"

Formerly more than a head shorter than Bobby's 5'10", Cindy found it strange
that she was now looking directly at Bobby's chin.

"This is SO neat!" she said.

"Uh, yeah," Bobby said as Cindy's eyes rose to the level of his mouth. He
swallowed nervously. "Just how tall is she going to get?" he asked the
shopkeeper.

"It is not possible to predict, sir," he replied, also watching her grow. "The
river of magic carves its own channel."

"What's THAT supposed to mean?" said Bobby. The man shrugged.

"I'm as tall as you, Bobby!" Cindy squealed in delight, now also 5'10" tall. A
second later, Cindy was 5'11". "Hey, what do you say, lil' guy?" she said,
laughing. Bobby's eyes followed her upward as she passed 6' and then finally
stopped growing at 6'6", eight inches taller then Bobby. "Hey, I'm getting
stronger again too!"

"Yes young miss. As part of the magic your body will retain all of its normal
proportions. The muscles, the head, the bust will all grow to match your new
size."

Her legs were becoming more muscular. So were her arms, her biceps growing
another 20% in size, from 20" to 24", matching the increase in her height.

"Oh, Bobby, I'm so very much bigger and stronger than you are now!" Cindy
said, showing him her huge biceps, while Bobby's eyes were riveted to her
46-DD bust, conveniently at the same height as his mouth.

"It's just pure dumb luck!" Bobby protested, staring at her breasts. "You
didn't DO anything to get those muscles! You've never worked out a day in your
life!"

"Maybe so, Bobby," Cindy observed, more coolly. "But they're still mine."
Taking note of his anger and frustration, she added "You know, not only do you
seem wimpy to me, you're also kind of immature." She did another double biceps
pose for him, and he gasped. She was so huge! And her breasts! He wanted to
fondle them -- and more -- so much!

"I am NOT! I'm older than you are!" he insisted. She shrugged. "Cindy! Don't
be mad at me!" He turned to the shopkeeper. "You've got to help me! Don't you
have a love potion or anything?" The man shook his head. Bobby desperately
dashed around the store, reading each label in turn. "Hey, what's this?" he
said, holding up a sign that said "Heart's Desire -- Guaranteed."

The man edged toward Bobby. "Oh no! I wouldn't recommend that for you, young
sir. That magic is very unpredictable and very, very powerful."

"But it says 'Guaranteed.' That means it's got to work, right?" He look
anxiously at Cindy, who looked back at him disapprovingly.

"Yes," he replied. "Indeed it does. That pill will transform you into whatever
is the heart's desire of the one that you love, and in that way, help you win
his or her heart. But --

"Cindy! Did you hear that? You and I can be whatever the other most desires.
It would be perfect!"

"I don't know, Bobby. I'm pretty happy right now," she said.

He looked at her imploringly. "But you're so BIG, Cindy. Is that the way you
really want to be? It's just not natural for a girl to be so big and
muscular."

"You really think that it's wrong?" she asked, losing a little confidence. She
looked at the shopkeeper. "What do you think I should do?"

The man colored slightly. "It is not my place, young miss. But if it is my
opinion that you want, I do believe you are a lovely girl. And I do warn you.
This pill can make very great changes."

Cindy nodded. "Oh, thank you, and thank you for saying that. You've been very
kind to me." He bowed. She looked hard at him and then at Bobby and then
sighed. "All right, Bobby," she blinked. "It's been really neat being so big
and strong, but," she sniffed, "I guess you're right. I'll do it." She held
out her hand to Bobby, but he had already turned his back and was fishing for
his wallet.

"So how much are these pills?" he asked.

"They are ten dollars each, young sir!"

"Ten dollars, why that's highway robbery! You've gotten us into this mess, and
now you're taking advantage." Bobby advanced on him as though he was going to
hit him, and the man backed away.

Cindy pulled Bobby back. "Stop that Bobby! Jeeez! If you're going to be so
cheap, I'll pay!" Cindy said and quickly dug into her purse for a $20 bill and
handed it to the man, shielding him from Bobby. He gave her the pills and she
handed one to Bobby, who quickly brought it to his mouth. "Wait! Aren't you
even going to let me go first?" she asked.

He sighed. "All right, all right. But hurry, will you?" He held the pill in
his hand, upset at delaying his transformation into the powerful,
super-muscular man he knew Cindy found attractive and focusing instead on an
image of the voluptuous body Cindy would soon have. He tried to flesh out in
his mind all the details he wanted in a girl, from her measurements, eye
color, even her personality. This was his big chance. He could hardly wait.

Cindy slowly lifted the pill to her mouth, paused and looked at Bobby once
more, long and hard, then looked at the shopkeeper. She sighed deeply and then
put the pill inside. It vanished instantly. At once she started feeling
strange, as though her whole being was changing.

"What's that sparkly stuff around her?" Bobby asked, staring.

"It is the beginning," the shopkeeper replied. "As I told you, this magic is
very powerful."

The shimmering surrounded Cindy, obscuring her. Bobby couldn't see through it
to see how her body was changing, but he could tell from the shape of the
glowing that she was getting smaller again. He had settled on her being 5'4"
and was now hoping that 44-F breasts would not look too outrageous at that
height, particularly with the 18" waist she would have, and he quickly decided
to amend his mental picture of her to add another three inches to her height.
After all, he'd be getting bigger too. They wouldn't look right together if
she were too short!

"How long is this gonna take?" he asked, impatient to see the results.

"You must have formed some very elaborate ideas for her," he said testily.
"The magic will proceed at its own pace."

They stood transfixed by the shimmering, not noticing that the busty redhead
had quietly entered the store several minutes ago and was now closely
observing the proceedings.

Slowly the glow faded, revealing the new Cindy.

"Hey!! That's not the way she's supposed to look!" Bobby cried out. Indeed,
while she was somewhat smaller, she was still over six feet tall and more
muscular than all but the strongest of men. Her blond hair shone, her eyes
were bluer than ever, her skin practically glowed with vitality, and she now
looked to be at least twenty years old.

She looked around the room in wonder and her eyes widened. "It can't be true!"

"It is truly a miracle!" the shopkeeper exclaimed.

"This is how you wanted me?" Cindy said, joyfully.

"No!" said Bobby, stamping his feet.

"Yes! said the shopkeeper, as Cindy walked to him and lifted him in her arms.

"I don't believe this! Cindy!" Bobby whined.

"Sorry Bobby, but a lot has happened today. I guess my feelings have changed."
She looked down at the shopkeeper and kissed him. "You know, I don't even know
your name."

"It is Ahmed."

"My darling Ahmed! I can't believe you wanted me this way, so much more
powerful than you are. Why, I feel stronger than ever!"

"I am embarrassed to admit, dear Cindy, that seeing you as strong as you were
made me think of you, and desire you, as a superwoman. So I would guess that
you now have strength many times more than you did before."

Cindy walked to the counter and pushed her fingers through the metal top as
though it were silly putty. "Why, you're right of course! But you really don't
mind that I am so much stronger than you? What if you took a pill and I
transformed you into what you would wish to be?"

He smiled indulgently. "You would have me be other than as I am?" She shook
her head. "Then I am as I wish to be."

"Oh Ahmed, my darling."

"CINDY!!" Bobby shouted.

Cindy rolled her eyes. "Excuse me a moment, my love," she said, putting Ahmed
down gently on the counter, where he lovingly touched the holes Cindy had made
in the metal top. She walked over to Bobby, her face firm. She grabbed his
shirt roughly and lifted him with ease so that they were eye to eye. "I have
half a mind to throw your wimpy little body into orbit." Frightened, Bobby
pulled on her hand but was unable to move a finger. He kicked at her legs, but
screamed in pain as his foot connected with skin many times harder than the
purest diamond. "But I think you've been punished enough for one day. I hope
you've learned a lesson Bobby." She glared at him. "Although I truly doubt
it." She dropped him onto the floor and said, "Goodbye, little boy!" then flew
across the room, picked up Ahmed in her arms and crashed though the ceiling.
As they vanished the contents of the store disappeared in a whirlwind, leaving
Bobby and the busty redhead gaping in wonder at the suddenly empty store.

She whistled to get his attention and then looked at him seductively. "I guess
you've become available," she purred and put her hand on her hip, pushing it
out while caressing her leather shorts. "The name's Leila."

He started, then smiled and looked her over with interest. She was definitely
a very sexy girl. She had broader shoulders and thicker arms than he usually
liked, but nothing he couldn't handle. And she had a solid shelf of
breast-flesh, at least a cup size bigger than Cindy had originally. And what
he liked most of all was that she seemed to want him.

He nodded. "Mine's Bobby, but I guess you knew that. You're, uh, pretty cute
Leila," he said, taking a step toward her.

"Oh?" she said, in a throaty voice. "So are you. Hey, that was some real power
there."

Bobby shook his head mournfully and looked at her. "It was
un-fucking-believable." He indicated at the shop. "But it's all gone now; the
magic's gone." He was standing opposite her now. She was nearly his height and
she looked right at him, boldly.

"Is that what it was?" She sighed and put her hand on his chest. "Can you tell
me all about it, Bobby? I'd love to hear you tell the story." She batted her
eyes.

"Uh sure, Leila, sure!" His mouth was watering and he felt the strong
stirrings of his desire for her. He was about to reach over to pull her closer
when he felt the pill in his hand. "Hey, just a minute. There may be just a
little bit of magic left for us."

"Oh really?" she asked, sidling closer and tickling his chest. "What kind of
magic, Bobby?" She pulled him closer and kissed him deeply, rubbing her crotch
against his.

Oh God! he thought. She was ten times hotter than Cindy! Fist closed tightly
around the pill, he wrapped his arm around her large body and pulled her
against him, enjoying the feel of her solid bust against his chest. She broke
off the kiss. "Mmmmmmmm. That feels pretty magical to me. So, Bobby, you got
any more magic to show me?"

"Just wait! You ain't seen nothing yet!" he replied and popped the pill into
his mouth. It disappeared immediately.

A series of sparkles erupted around Bobby and then a bright shimmering light
hid him from view. Leila looked at the spectacle, and then leaned back,
smiling, and pulled her shirt more tightly over her bust.

Seconds later the shimmering started to fade and Bobby became visible again.
Leila looked at him and clapped her hands in front of her gleefully. "Oh my
darling! My dream!" she said happily.

Bobby looked down at her. He was taller, but he didn't feel any stronger. In
fact, looking down at his torso, he seemed thinner somehow. "Hey! What
happened?" Leila smiled at him.

"Come here, dream boy," she said, licking her lips. Something about her manner
disturbed him, and he backed away instead, but she grabbed his arm and quickly
pulled him to her. "Hey, let me go!" he cried as she wrapped her arm around
his back and held him close.

"Tee-hee. Such a big cutie! Is my man upset?" she asked, rubbing her breasts
against him. Bobby felt an uncomfortable throbbing in his blue jeans, and then
saw a huge penis push through the waistband of his pants. "And there he is!"
she said. "Right on time, and just like I pictured him." Bobby watched in
horror as it continued to grow and thicken until it was over a foot long and
thicker than any penis he'd ever seen. "Isn't he wonderful? I can't WAIT to
feel him inside me." She started rubbing it vigorously, making it even harder
and longer. She walked to the door, dragging him along with her, locked it and
drew the shade, and then pulled off her pants and Bobby's and pushed Bobby
down on the floor. He struggled but his efforts had little effect on her. She
simply overpowered him, easily holding him down, and she slid him slowly
inside her, then rocked him back and forth, controlling his every move. After
several minutes she started screaming, "Oh God!! Yes! Yes!" until she came.
"That was WONderful, Bobby. Ready for more? Of COURSE you are!" she said,
licking his neck and settling on top of him again. "Mmmmmm, YES! OH YES!"
After several minutes of additional screams and pushes Leila came again and
then relaxed. She lifted herself off him and gripped his still-erect penis
with her fist, playing with it and then kissing it gently before lying down
next to Bobby.

Bobby on the other hand had barely felt anything, notwithstanding the tight
fit. He looked at her quizzically and fearfully. "I hardly felt you!" he
complained and grabbed his penis, which was still completely erect and pumped
it, missing the familiar sensations. "What's wrong with me? It's like ...
numb!"

"That's right, little boy! You've got barely any feeling in that big dick of
yours anymore, 'cause I don't want you coming in me. You're just for fun,
after all, not for breeding! I wanted a man who could make love for hours
without stopping, and now you're the man, my 'heart's desire'!" She laughed
loudly.

"You ... you ... how dare you!" He swung his fist up at her and she easily
caught it, holding his wrist in her big hand. As hard as he tried he couldn't
break free.

She laughed loudly. "Oooh, oooh, look at little Leila struggle with the big,
tough man! What's the matter, big boy? Not even as strong as a girl?"

"What's ... wrong ... with ... me!" Bobby cried, his arm, trembling with his
effort and aching with exhaustion. He gave up, for now.

She grinned and put her leg over him to hold him down. "Truth is, I've always
been pretty strong for a girl." She flexed her biceps for him, which were
easily at least as large as those of most normal teenage boys. "I get these
from working on my ranch, and they're pretty tough and hard, don't you think?"
She pumped them a few times. "I bet you wish you had biceps as big as these,"
she teased.

Bobby was puzzled. Sure, she had pretty big muscles, for a girl. But he'd
always been pretty athletic. And hell, he worked out too! "I do so!" he
countered. "They're bigger than yours!"

"Oh? They are? Then how come you're such a weakling?" She pushed his wrist
onto the floor and then took his other wrist and pushed it next to it, then
held both of his arms down with just one hand. "See?" she said, easily
overcoming his renewed efforts to escape. "It's actually hard to believe that
a teenage boy could BE so weak. Well, let's see this wonderful muscle of yours
and find out." She pulled up his sleeve, revealing the thin, soft arm of a
young girl. She curled one long finger around his biceps and rubbed it up and
down his upper arm, feeling only soft, fatty tissue.

"Hey! What happened to my muscle?" Bobby cried out. "It's gone!"

"Why look at that. So it is!" she agreed, easily squeezing his arm with her
finger. He moaned in pain and then started whimpering. "Oh don't be a silly
baby Bobby. Just remember that YOUR little muscles are never going to be able
to stop me! You see, big as I am, I'm still weaker than most men. What I've
always wanted is a man who's as small and weak and easy to control as an eight
year old girl but with a penis built like a prize stallion's -- and now,
thanks to that Heart's Desire pill, I have one!"

"Give me back my muscles," he whined.

"You know as well as I do that I'm no magician, and this store just went out
of business. Poor, poor, boy." She put her hand on her heart. "Oh, I do feel
for you, Bobby. I really do. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Well, c'mon now. Time to
come to Leila's place." She stood up and pulled him up too.

"I won't come. I'll yell and scream! I'll call the police. I'm still a minor!
They'll arrest you!" he shouted.

"Quiet you!" she shouted, twisting his arm. He quickly shut up. "I thought of
that too, chump. Take a look at yourself in the mirror and then tell me who's
gonna help you." She yanked him up and took out her compact to show him his
face. It was the face of an adult, with brown hair, brown eyes and a mole on
his cheek he'd never had before. He looked nothing like his former self.
"You're with me, kid, unless you want to go out into the big, bad world on
your own. But I don't give you much hope with all the muscle power of a third
grader, a dick like a horse and a face not even a mother could love." She
laughed and stood up, pulling on her shorts. "So what'll it be Bobby?"

He sniffled, looked up at her and then took her hand.