The pills
By: "impetuous" <dgriff@holli.com>

This is a measly scrap but could stories like this be posted more of ten on
this newsgroup:

The pills jiggled assureingly in their bottle as Holly intently read the
label. "Instant strength" it touted. The bottle was a gift from her friend
at the pharmacy. Black-market stuff. It was supposed to give you an energy
burst so that you could move the furniture around the front room without
being dead tired afterwards. Ever since Holly had broken it off with Ted
she had hated the look of her apartment. The kitchen had to be rearranged,
she definitely needed to move the grand piano while she was at it. 
Now Holly was no wussy , she had majored in dance in college as an
undergrad. The intensely taught calves and sleek hamstrings she loved to
show off in her dangerously short skirts were testament to this. 
She went to her room and tossed her backpack on her bed followed by the
bottle. Pulling her tee over her head her sportsbra peeked out. Her baby
abs flexed reflexively as she unzipped her skirt, kicking off her shoes.
Running her hands over the bulge of her quads she traced the edging of her
panties back over her bare cheeks. Her thong did little to obscure the
beauty of her form.
Her bra and panty set was a treasured thing, not to be wasted in her
household chores. 

"off with you." She said peeling her bra from her generous yet not
overbearing breasts, each one fit perfectly in the palm of her hand. They
didn't scream aloud, LOOK AT ME!!, her athletic physique probably had
something to do with her smaller breasts, yet they were enough for Holly.
The contrast of her warm body to the cool air was evident as her nipples
swelled in disapproval. 
"Ungh", moaning she peeled her panties from her hips .
Her bush was a gentle down of chestnut hue.
You gotta go, she though as her clippers hummed against her. 
Holly grew moist as the vibrations intensified., this was coupled with the
visual aspect of her curled pubies falling effortlessly to the ground.
Minutes later after a good throttling at the mercy of a cheap pair of
clippers she wiped herself dry with a Kleenex from the bathroom and slipped
into a comfortable pair of gray sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt .
Returning to the bottle she rattled it with certainty to surmise the number
lying therein. 
36
she read the bottle
40 count.
Not too bad, she thought.
The label read :
"instant strength is a muscle stimulant designed especially for the
independent woman to aid her in her household chores, without the
assistance of a man, where it seemed impossible before. Instant strength
utilizes the  latest in genetic and hormonal engineering to provide the
woman with an intense strength burst to move those nasty pieces of
furniture and the like without exhaustion."
Instructions:
"take one tablet per 24 hours, do not exceed this dosage. Effects are
instantaneous to momentarily delayed depending on the individual."
Summing up her situation, Holly calculated that this drug was designed for
women who wanted to move their recliners, an item weighing approximately
200 pounds. The fridge weighed at LEAST a ton, not to mention the need for
energy when she was going to move the grand piano.
One pill = 200 pounds
2000 pounds = 1 ton = 10 pills
"hmm, lets make that 15 pills to boot"
popping the lid off she poured out 15 pills into her left hand and put the
bottle on the Formica countertop. Skillfully, she opened the fridge and
poured herself a tall glass of skim milk to help swallow down the pills.
Downing the pills 5 at a time she gulped down the milk hungrily, capping it
in a matter of 6 seconds.
Nothing
Patience, she retorted.
Her body was suddenly warm, beads of sweat formed on her brow streaming
down her face.  The pits of her sweatshirt were drenched. A diamond of
perspiration formed on the gray fabric of her sweatshirt below the nape of
her neck.
She hurried to the heat meter to see if everything was OK.
60 degrees, and I'm not even straining here or anything
looking down at her drenched form.  ringlets had formed, tracing her
nipples out beneath her sweats.
And the it happened.

With a surging electric wave holly's vaginal walls shuddered sending out a
steady pulse of orgasmic pleasure ineffable and undeniable. Her crotch
began to flow, streaming down her thighs.
Reflexively reaching down she was slammed with an intense bolt of power.
"AAAAAhhh!!", the intensity.
Closing her eyes she took all of this in.

Beautiful music met her ears,  the distinct sound of fabric tearing. 
Her biceps swelled obscenely straining the sleeves of her top. 
Instantly she knew what was happening.
Her shoulders split the fabric at the seams. Revealing her powerful arms to
the world.
Naked, raw power coursed through her as her limbs exploded leaving the legs
of her sweatpants in so many little strings. 
She cried out and settled down to a sustained humming which she could only
associate with purring in chorus to the symphony of power that was her.
Striking a pose that would make the strongest of men(in her case she had to
be at least 5 times stronger than the most powerful human) weak in the
knees with awe the muscles in her back swelled pulling her  top taught
against her engorged  nipples. Her breasts were not growing out of
proportion but still struggled to keep up with her femininity omnipotent.
Her massive pectoral muscles gave the illusion of patently disproportionate
breasts commanding their release or else they would free themselves. 
Why hold off the inevitable, she thought.
Clasping her top, or what was left of it, by the collar she tore the fabric
asunder from her baring her naked torso. Holly's abdominal wall was nothing
less than a wonder in and of itself, the polished squares rippled calling
out to be touched. Fingers slid over beautifully textured ridges. Tracing
up over her abs, she cupped her breasts hands over nipples. Her fiercely
engorged nipples were as large as shot glasses. Circling her aureoles with
the tips of her index fingers, the pleasure mounted making her nipples
swell even larger. Fear seized her for a glancing instant as she urgently
kneaded her breasts towards the flaring nodules. The contrast was
beautiful, these full supplicant breasts framed by roaringly powerful arms
laced with foot after foot of feminine muscle. Absorbing this thought her
kneading hastened. With another shudder of power, she procured a copious
load from her exploding nipples. Milk, thick and warm, bathed her hands and
shot across the room washing the walls of her small overly priced kitchen
in her small overly priced apartment. What amount of milk that was not all
over her walls she rubbed over herself like some magic balm. 
Her shoulders were now a mammoth 3.5 feet in breadth. The muscles in her
back spread out in a massive wingspan. The sweet smell of sweat and cum
permeated the room.
She was approximately 8 feet tall now, her kitchen seemed so small.
 
Taking herself in she declared aloud;
"My God, I AM GOD. No. I AM GODDESS"
Her sweatpants clung stubbornly to her ass and crotch.
"What need has a Goddess for clothes?" she said to the helpless piece of
cloth.
In one fail swoop she peeled the drenched cloth soaked with her juices from
her statuesque buttocks.
Her body bulged effortlessly with the most insignificant movements.
Consciously flexing her biceps, they swelled to overinflated footballs
bursting at the seams with a vascular throb.
The power was too much. Holly enjoyed her breasts, in particular her
nipples, the way the grew thick and full with her arousal. She had never
imagined what it would be like if her body could do the same thing.
It dawned on her with a gentle caress what she was.
She was not only a Goddess:
She was a Goddess in a HUMAN ERECTION
Her loins were afire begging her for more. Her clit  protruded from her
lips, unsheathed and raw from the new rush of power, about the size of her
thumb and twice as thick. 
Clasping it's tip between her thumb and forefinger she stroked herself with
a renewed passion. The bulging muscles of her inner thighs rubbed against
her hand with each powerful stroke.
She came once, twice 7 times in a row gushing all over the porcelain tile
of her floor and covering her sinewy hand in the thick, sticky fluid.

This intense pleasure which would have satisfied any mortal woman for many
lifetimes was careened off the mere outskirts of her newfound pleasure
threshold.

"The Goddess desires more than her hand, a servant is needed to attempt to
quell my desires. I must seek her out."

To be continued……