The Amazon Artifact (Pt. 1 of 8)
By: Lingster (an341871@anon.penet.fi)
An ancient relic draws strength from men causing women to grow strong.

Okay, bunkies, it's story time again.

I, the MIGHTY LINGSTER, Lord High Goofball of Amazonic
Transformation stories, and Second Lieutenant in the Army of Breast
Enhancement Fiction, have completed several chapters of a new story.

I adhere to the "Dr. Hooters" school of fetish fiction -> your story never
ends.  It just keeps going until you die or become a religious nut or
something.  I was a little bored with Mighty Morphin' Amazon
Cheerleaders, so I thought I'd switch for a bit to this.

Standard caveats apply:  if you're a minor or a religious fanatic or anybody
who might not like reading about girls outgrowing their boyfriends, stop
here.  Also, if you live somewhere in the Levant, stop here, too.  I don't
want the minions of Allah putting out a million dollar contract on me, like
that mullah in Tehran did to that Rushdie guy, and then chasing me
around the planet for the rest of my life.  In real life I'm a nice guy, I
promise - so don't kill me.

Enough of the snappy patter, here's part one of THE AMAZON
ARTIFACT:

THE AMAZON ARTIFACT
Part 1

"MMmmmm.....That was nice, I wish you'd come more often."

Darren looked in surprise at his girlfriend.  "Monica! I've come every
other weekend for two months!"

"I know..." Monica replied, "but I miss you so much, and we're so isolated
here."

"Well, you should have thought of that before you took an assignment 400
miles away.  Think of the other girls!  I work from home, so I
can make the drive from Pittsburgh and not lose my job; Tiffany, Bob,
Jennie and Alan aren't so lucky.  They haven't seen each other
since the dig started.  We're the only two getting laid!" he exclaimed.

"Ha ha, you're right, you're right.  I just miss you so much!  And look at
you!  Without me around to take care of you, you're getting skinny! 
You're not eating well," Monica said, eyeing her boyfriend.

"I guess," he said, looking down at himself, "Christ!  You're right!  I look
like I've lost 15 pounds!  I'll take more care to eat right."  Smiling, he said,
"As opposed to you.  Camp food agrees with you, I guess."

"I AM getting fat, huh?"

"Only in some places," he said as he reached and squeezed her right
breast.  Then, sliding his hand up to her shoulder and down her arm,
and giggling, he pinched her bicep.  "In other areas it looks like it's
muscles that are getting fatter.  All this field work must be making you a
lot stronger.  I could feel it when we were making love, I was afraid you
were going to toss me off and get on top!"

"Don't make fun, skinny," she taunted back, if this keeps up I WILL be
able to toss you around."  She flexed her arm and a substantial
muscle bulged between Darren's fingers.  "Classroom archaeology is
great, but it's been years since I've actually been on a dig.  I'll tell you,
though, I never bulked up so much from the physical labor before," she
said, judiciously studying her still-tensed bicep.  "When this is over,
maybe I'll start working out with weights regularly.  I think I might have
some talent for bodybuilding.  I...hadn't noticed how...muscular I was
getting until just now.  The other girls have commented on it, but...I guess
I've put on some pounds even in the last day or so."

Darren smirked.  "Great.  Not only will I get ribbed for having a girlfriend
who's smarter than me, she'll be stronger, too.  Well, we got a workout,
today.  The last three times I've been here, we've only been able to make
love for a little while.  With the other girls in town, we had the whole
morning!"

"MMmmmm....yes.  And it never felt so good.  I feel so energetic, so
STRONG."  She flexed both arms this time -- shapely, defined wedges of
muscle the size of nectarines rose from her arms.  

"Yeah," he said, a little shocked by her double-bicep pose, realizing that
her arms were nearly as thick as his own, "I'm exhausted.  Well, look, I'm
going to run.  I need to get back to Pittsburgh by this evening and...well,
I'll see you in two weeks.  No!  Don't get up, I want my last sight to be of
my naked big-titty muscle-girl laying in her camp cot," he said as he
pulled his clothes on.

"Okay," she agreed, "but you send me e-mail when you get home, and kiss
me before you go."

"Alright," he agreed, bending down to kiss her in bed.  Her breath caught
as she felt the electricity of his kiss.  "Have you been practicing on other
girls?  You were never so good a kisser before," she giggled.

"Long experience, sweetheart.  You're right, I really do need to eat better,
these clothes are really baggy.  If it wasn't for my belt, my pants would fall
down.  Even my shoes are loose.  I'd better watch myself.  Bye!"

Monica watched him leave her tent, thinking, "Men!  He can't take care
of himself for two months without losing 15 pounds.  Christ, he's
lost so much weight he even looks SHORTER."

Getting up out of her cot, she took time to flex her new muscles and feel
how hard and large they'd gotten.  "Wish I had a full length mirror to
check myself out in," she said to no one in particular.  She was shocked
to feel her breasts.  When she came here two months earlier, she'd been
just a small handful.  Lately she'd had to borrow a bra from her buxom
colleague, Tiffany.  Still, she though, her swollen tits barely filled
Tiffany's C-Cup brassiere.

She reached over for Tiff's bra, and was surprised that she now fit the cups
quite well, in fact she overflowed them slightly.  "Shit, I have packed on
the weight in the last day or so, this was loose just yesterday!  Isn't Tiffany
going to be shocked, I'm bigger than her, now," she thought as she
inhaled deeply and thrust her full new breasts out.

Picking up her shirt, she was further pleased to discover that she couldn't
get the top three buttons fastened, "I'm really getting big tits!  Puberty was
ten years ago, but NOW my tits grow to huge proportions!  I could've
used these in high school."  She tied her shirt into a makeshift tank-top,
tightly, so as to achieve maximum cleavage.  

So charmed was Monica by her swollen tits, she didn't even notice that her
pants didn't quite descend as far as her ankles, nor that the seams at her
shoulders were stretching apart from the pressure of her shoulders.  Just
then, she heard the sound of her two partners arriving back at the dig site.
She threw on her jacket, leaving it unbuttoned so that her friends could
see her swollen bosom,  and ran out to help them unload the jeep.

"Hey Tiff, hey Jennie!  What've you got?"

"Oh, hey, Mon....," Tiffany choked, "Y-your tits!  They're huge!"

"Well," she said, stopping and looking into her own cleavage, "Not
HUGE, plenty of women have D-cup size breasts."

"B-but...not YOU."

"Well, I've been eating too much, I guess... I'll need to go on a diet when
we get back," she said, even as she wished that her breasts would grow
still larger.  She thrust them out as she had earlier, and said, "Jeez, Tiff,
am I bigger than you, now?  Funny how they've grown so quickly."

Tiffany just stared at Monica's swollen bosom, and then at her own large,
but suddenly small-seeming, breasts.  "Well, whatever you've been eating,
pass some my way." 

"None for me, thanks," piped up 5'2" and flat-chested Jennie.  "The damn
things just sag as you get older.  I'll stay small and skinny and practical,
if it's alright with you two tit-queens."

"No objections here, Jen," Monica giggled, "but you don't know what
you're missing."

"Yeah, yeah.  Come on, we have some heavy lifting to do.  We got the
ground penetrating radar from Namoza Enterprises, but we needed to get
the kid at Mail Boxes Etc. to put it in the jeep for us.  He was SO cute;
such nice muscles.  Tiff and I could barely get the thing off the ground,
but all three of us should be able to get it out and lower it off the jeep.
Then we can move it with the hand-truck," Jennie said.

With that, Monica walked over to the jeep, and, grunting, lifted the unit
and lowered it to the ground.  "You were right, it is heavy."

"Uh...yeah," Tiffany gawked.  "Uh, Monica, stand next to me.  I think,
yea, you're taller than you were.  And you're nearly as strong as the kid at
Mail Boxes.  Are you on steroids or something?"

"No!  I...I don't know.  Am I really taller?  You're what, 5'5", Tiff?  Same
height as me...only I'm about two inches taller, now.  What the hell's going
on?"  Monica removed her jacket, raised both arms and flexed them, as
she'd done earlier for Darren.

Her friends' mouths dropped open.  "My GOD," Jennie exclaimed, "you've
got muscles like a teenaged boy!"  Jennie reached up and grabbed
Monica's bicep, "It's harder than Alan's, and nearly as big!  You get any
stronger, honey, and I'm going to start thinking about YOU at night."

"Yeah, well, let's get some work done.  If you two weaklings help me, we
should be able to carry this radar unit to the dig-site.  We'll worry about
me getting...bigger later.  Jennie, let GO of my arm!"

"Okay, okay...your big mams don't do so much for me, but I could go for
a little of this muscle," Jennie said, smiling, as she pumped her own soft,
minuscule biceps in imitation of Monica's pose.  "Maybe 'weak' isn't so
practical."

The girls laughed as the carried the radar unit over to the dig site, about
200 feet away.  As they opened the crate, they discovered that the Namoza
Corporation, dig sponsors, had packed the most recent forensics analysis
in with the equipment.

"This is interesting," Tiffany said, perusing the report, "that femur we
found belonged to a woman."

Jennie gawked, "The BIG one?  She was one big squaw!"

"Six-foot-seven,"  Tiffany muttered.  "Well, the Delawares were tall
people -- taller than the Europeans of their time by four inches, on
average.  She must have been a freak   thyroid problems."

"Guess so," Monica said, even as she wondered about her own recent
development.  "Hey, let's take the ground penetrating radar over to the
center of the monolith ring, see what we can see underneath that boulder."

"Yeah, good idea.  Maybe it'll help us figure out how they set this ring up,
the damn thing's nearly as big as Stonehenge!  Can't war until the press
finds out about this thing...'STONEHENGE in The Delaware Water
Gap...News at 11!'"  Tiffany giggled, "We'll be famous!"

"Yeah, well, let's just get this thing set up," Jennie said, tinkering with the
cables, "Hey, you, Ms. Muscles, use those powerful arms of yours to crank
up the generator."

"Aye aye, mein capitan!"  Monica saluted, her rangy muscles straining the
fabric of her blouse.

A few hours later, they'd finished up, and the results were
incontrovertible.  "There's a metal object under that boulder, a hexagon,
or possibly a dodecahedron.  Machined metal, by the precision of the
viewable angles,"  Tiffany declared. "Forget Stonehenge...A 3000-year-old
piece of machined metal found in North America is bigger news.  We
need to get that thing.  As soon as possible -- we've found what could
possibly be the most valuable archaeological artifact...ever.  We can't even
tell the Namoza people yet, we need to exercise total secrecy."

"An OOPA," Jennie whispered.

Monica looked at her, "A what?"

"Out Of Place Artifact, like those batteries they found in the Pyramids, or
that map of the Antarctic land-mass under the ice, that a 15th century
Arab sea-captain drew, writing he based it on an earlier map in
his possession.  Or the fact that the German and Panamanian words for
"Atlantis" are the same," Jennie stuttered.  "We found an OOPA."

"Whatever," Tiffany said, "we need to move that slab.  And we're going
to need that winch we have in the warehouse in Philadelphia.  Monica, are
you up for the trip?"

"Sure.  Jennie, you'll be alright here for tonight?  If we leave now, we
should be back by 3 am," Monica said, looking at her watch.

"Yeah, I'll take the other Jeep and go into town, hit some bars.  Maybe I'll
get laid.  Screw Alan if he can't make time to come see me," she said.

"Alright, just be careful," Monica smiled, "seeya kiddo."

As Monica and Tiffany drove off, Jennie's smile disappeared.  "An OOPA. 
Right here.  I need to get shit-drunk and held in the arms of a big strong
man.  Time to trap on the wonderbra and the short skirt."

Jennie had no figure flaws, she thought, because she needed a figure first. 
Still, with a padded bra she looked passably sexy.  "Let's go out and dazzle
the red necks," she said to herself, puckering her mouth as she applied
lipstick.  Fixing the sleeve on her blouse, she grabbed her own upper arm
as she had Monica's earlier.  Squeezing, she was able to fit her hand all
the way around.  "Skin and bones.  Wish I had a little meat on my scrawny
body.  I guess Monica gets all the luck, not to mention all the muscles." 
She sighed and walked out to the Jeep. 

An hour later, she was well on her way to being thoroughly polluted.  The
bar she was in, "Milo's" was the closest thing to a halfway decent gin-mill
the little town of Ringford, New Jersey had.  Being dressed in a slightly
more "worldly" fashion than most of the locals, she drew quite a bit of
attention, all of it welcome.

"Hi, you just passin' through, or you live aroun' here, cutie?"

Jennie looked up, "Cute" she thought.  She reached up and grabbed his
shoulder, "Strong," she thought, though his goofy countenance suggested
that he was not too terribly bright.  He stood about six-five, and had to
weigh close to 300 pounds.  "A little bit of both, big man.  I'm Jennie,
what's your name?"

"Bill."

"And how did you get such big muscles, Bill?"

"Uh, me?  Hard work, I guess.  You like 'em?"

"Mmmm...." she sighed, "I like 'em.  You're just
what I'm looking for."

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