A Beach of a Tale: Part Two
by Paul Schilling (pschill39@aol.com)
Karoline gets revenge for being humiliated twice.

Part 2

	A few days had passed and Karoline is constantly reminded by her mirror
of the humiliation she suffered at the hands of Laura at the beach this past
Saturday. It was Wednesday when she got the call from her best of friends,
Christy, whom she hadn't seen since they parted ways after high school.

	"Hi! Karoline? It's me, Christy," the voice over the phone said.

	"Christy!" she paused. "I haven't seen you in years. Are you in town for
long?"

	"No, unfortunately not." The voice dropped off, but then picked up
again. "I'm only in town for a day and I thought I'd come over and share
something wonderful with you, and it'll be a BIG surprise."

	There was no answer at Karoline's end.
	
	"Karoline... Hellooooo! Are you still with me?"

	"Huh... Oh... Yeah I'm still here... just something happened and, well,
I don't really want to talk about it over the phone."

	"Sure... I understand. Maybe I should wait till the next time I'm out
this way again?" the voice inquired.

	"No, come on over. I live at the same place... uh huh... okay in about
an hour... okay, bye." Karoline hung up the phone.

	Karoline, mulling her problems over in her mind, cleaned her apartment
and was surprised at the volumes upon volumes of different bodybuilding
magazines from across the world she bought just trying to find the perfect
body. She finished that and headed off to shower, drifting back to a day in
their freshman year of high school in which she and this shorter girl with a
budding figure punched a kid in the nose for saying that Karoline was a piece
of straw. The more she dwelled on it, along with what happened Saturday, the
hotter she got, hotter than the shower she was taking. The only release from
part of this would be Christy taking on Laura. She got out of the shower and
went and stood 90 lbs. dripping wet in front of the mirror. She swore up and
down like a drunken sailor, finally coming to the conclusion that if she
wanted muscle it would take her till she was ninety. She sighed and started
toweling off when a knock came on the door. She put on her bathrobe and
answered it .

	"Geoff!" Her surprise turned into disgust. "Can I help you?" she asked
coldly.

	"Look, I'm..." Geoff started to say, stopped and started again. "I mean,
that is to say, Laura and I want to apologize about the other day. We got
back to her place and I talked to her."

	"Oh yeah?" she questioned, looking over his shoulder. Laura was up at
the corner by the sidewalk and waved.

	"If you're not busy, how 'bout joining us at the 'Bent Arm' tonight say
about nine or ten for a couple of drinks?"

	"Sure," Karoline said with a lot of trepidation, trying to figure out
what the bitch was planning to do, "we'll see you then." Karoline closed her
apartment door.

	"What'd she say?" Laura asked. Geoff just nodded his head. 'Good,
humiliation, part two coming up.' Laura thought as she smiled.

	As the couple went down the street, they passed a rather tall figure,
carrying what looked to be a keg on rather broad shoulders, heading for
Karoline's apartment. When the figure got to her door, it sat the keg down
and knocked. Karoline answered and was shocked at what she saw as she swung
the door open.
	
	"Karoline, it's me, Christy," the figure said in a deep but feminine
style voice.

	"Christy, is that really you?" Karoline's eyes grew wider with each
passing blink.

	"Yep," the figure answered as she took off her sun hat and shades. "All
6' 3-1/2" and 240 lbs of me. You gonna let me come in, it is rather hot out
here, you know."

	"Uh... sure, come right in." Karoline is perplexed more than ever now.
"So, long time, no see... what's, uh, the big surprise? The trenchcoat? The
weight? The height? What happened?"

	"Here's what happened..." With that, Christy took in a several healthy
lungs full of air and began to expand her upper body. The trenchcoat began to
look like she was sewn into it as she kept on growing. She then smiled
confidently as she raised her arms and her coat sleeves began to fill with
what looked to be medium sized cannonballs.

	"Chris... OH MY GAWD!! What's going on?" Karoline exclaimed as she
backed away from her bloating friend.

	"Hold on... almost there... just a few more seconds and..." As Christy
spoke, the seams to the coat sleeves gave way and a mound of muscle blasted
through each sleeve. The buttons on the front of her coat fared no better as
they were catapulted off. Christy grabbed the two front halves of her coat
and pulled them apart. She revealed a sleeveless dress with an extremely low
cut front that showed off her massive chest and etched cobblestone abs.

	"There, that feels much better." Christy looked at a very dazed,
confused and frightened Karoline. "Well, just don't sit there with your mouth
hanging open, what do you think of my dress. Is it too revealing?"

	Karoline could not get the words out of her mouth. "The dress looks
great... but you! What happened to you?"

	"Me?" Christy replied.

	"You... You're huge and those muscles!" Karoline answered.

	"Oh, these." Christy flexed one of her large arms. "These are the
surprise, and I got them from eating the berries I made this juice from."
Christy hoisted the small keg on her shoulder and took it over to the counter
and put it down. Karoline was amazed as she watched her friends arm bunch and
roll with muscles. "Let me sit down and give you the condensed story."

	"Okay," Karoline agreed.
 	
	As Christy prepared to sit, she hoisted her long skirt and then sat
crossing her legs. 'What a calf!' thought Karoline as she watched Christy's
calf muscles bounced as though they had lives of their own.

	"Well," Christy started, "I was out on a camping trip with my ex-
boyfriend Don, trying to reconcile some differences, and got separated from
him. I met up with this grizzly bear who began to chase me because I had all
the food. After losing the bear and the food I came to the conclusion that I
was lost.

	Karoline hung on every word but she couldn't take her eyes off Christy's
muscles as they involuntarily sprung up as she gestured.

	"After surviving the night," Christy continued, "and being cold and
hungry, I found this bush with the berries. Taking the chance that they
weren't poisonous, I started eating them. The more I ate, the more I grew and
burst out of my clothes with muscle."

	"What about Don and the bear?" Karoline interrupted.

	"Don?" Christy answered. "I became too much of a match for both Don and
the bear." Christy, with that, sat straight up and squared her shoulders
causing her chest to inflate till she almost fell out of her top. "I went
back later that week and dug up one of the bushes and replanted it at home
and started making the juice." When Christy finished her story, she said to
Caroline, "Come here and put your hands on my upper arm."

	Karoline put her hands (as far as she could) around the large upper arm
and held on as Christy began to bring her arm up. Karoline's fingers began to
separate as the large bicep ballooned to the size of a ripe grapefruit and as
hard as a rock. Her eyes bugged out as she let go and watched as small, hose-
like veins appeared and created a map across her whole arm.

	All Karoline could say was an exaggerated "Wow!"

	"That's right," Christy lowered her arm, showing off her gigantic
horseshoe size tricep and large forearm. "I'm a mountain of muscle and, come
bear or high water, I can lick 'em both!" Christy smiled at her friend, and
then abruptly changed the subject. "I take it you're not happy about
something that recently happened," she asked.

	"Yeah... but it's something I've got to handle on my own," Caroline lied
out her teeth. "You said you were only going to be in town just for a day,
meaning you leave in the morning, right?"

	"No," she answered, "I'm on a layover and have to get back to the
airport. I just called on the whim that you weren't getting things ready for
the school year and decided to drop this off."

	Caroline was dashed as her whole plan was proverbially flushed down the
crapper. She was hoping her friend could take care of Laura at the bar.

	"Tell you what, get me a glass and I'll pour you some. But remember one
thing... NO drinking alcohol with it." Karoline was puzzled when the word
'NO' was emphasized. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to sound so stern," Christy
said more softly. "It's just I don't know what would happen if the two were
mixed. I gave up the occasional drinking when I discovered this," Christy
smiled.

	"Sure... okay." Karoline downed the glass like it was water and got a
warm fuzzy feeling as it went down. "Hey!" she exclaimed. "This stuff ain't
bad, maybe a little sweet but not bad."

	"And the results," Christy broke in, "should surprise you. Just
remember," she added.

	"I know," Karoline smiled, "no heavy drinking."

	"Right," Christie agreed. "Look, Karoline, I've got a plane to catch, so
I'll see you sometime, maybe soon."

	Christy gave a dwarfing hug to her friend and was off.
 	
	As Karoline closed the door, she began to feel rather hungry. 'I wonder
if this is one of the side effects,' she thought. "Let's see, I just went
grocery shopping. I wonder what I bought that's good to eat," she stated as
she opened up the door to the refrigerator.

	About one hour and an empty refrigerator later, Karoline had finished
her feast and felt like the proverbial fatted calf. She forced her way up off
the couch and walked over to the mirror expecting to see a reflection of
another her and the dirty dishes in the sink.

	"NUTS!" she yelled as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
"Where'd it all go?" She looked at herself. "I finished off a week's worth of
groceries and... BRRRAAUWP!" She let loose with a burp that could have shook
the windows in her apartment from their frames.

	"That came out of me?" she exclaimed. "Well," she sighed, "I had better
get these dishes done before I do anything else." A little bit later,
Karoline was amazed at how fast she had finished doing them. "Man, I'm faster
than I thought I was," she smiled.

	"BRRRAAUWP!" She let go with another loud burp.
	
	"Yuck!" That left a bad taste in her mouth . She smacked her lips
looking for something other than water to drink. "Well," she looked over at
the keg on the counter, "looks like it's you, me, and the ice." With that she
grabbed a tall glass out of the dish drainer, put some ice and juice into it,
and drank it down in one gulp. She smacked her lips again as she felt that
warm fuzzy feeling come over her once again. "Christy said it was all
natural, but I wonder if she may have spiked it for flavor. Oh well."

	Karoline dismissed the whole idea of her friend spiking a wonderful
drink like this and walked into the bathroom to wash up a bit. She decided
now was a good time to get on the scale, but she was disappointed and
perplexed at what she saw.

	"Hmmmm," she scratched her head, "I should have gained at least a pound
or two with every thing I ate. Nope, even dry, I'm still 90 lbs."

	Not very enthused with what she saw, she went to lay down on the couch
for a nap. When her head hit the pillow she fell fast asleep. It was deep but
not uninterrupted by dreams, each one worse than the other. The last dream
sequence had a sudden change in it. She saw herself in a body far superior to
Laura's. She looked on as she saw muscle grow on top of muscle and her new
self tearing Laura to pieces until Laura was nothing but a mass of pulp. She
flexed her new body for Geoff, then grabbed him, rubbing her body against
his, finally getting what she wanted. Karoline woke up.

	"Wouldn't you know it, I finally get the man of my dreams and... I...
wake..." she stopped mid-sentence and looked at her forearm "...up."

	"Oh... my..." Again she stopped mid-sentence. She examined her arms,
they looked thicker, her flat chest seemed larger, and her legs shapelier.
She jumped off the couch, made her way to the mirror and closed her eyes.

	"All right, on the count of three, open your eyes and see what
happened," she told herself. "THREE!" She shouted and opened her eyes.

	"Oh no!" Karoline exclaimed. "Is that me?" She was speechless, for what
she was looking at was not an emaciated bony body but a body that that was
bursting with power and "MUSCLES! I GOT MUSCLES!"	
	
	Overjoyed with disbelief, she extended her arms out and tightly clenched
her fist and watched as her forearm sprung alive with a robust development of
muscle and veins. She then slowly raised her arms and watched small but well-
developed biceps the size of tennis balls rise up where there were none
before.

	Karoline then lowered her arms and placed her hands on her hips and
bravely looked down at her chest. "Oh, my," she squeeked as she watched her
pectorals leap out like motor pistons forcing her enlarging breasts to rent
her top, letting it just hang. When that happened, Karoline turned her neck
to look at the well developed map of muscles on her back.	

	"I don't think I'll be needing to buy any bras soon with this muscle. I
don't think I'll have much use for one right away."
	
	She grabbed her top and began to tie it back together in a knot,
thinking to herself, 'I'm fine as long as I don't take a real deep breath.'
Afterward, she felt her shorts, at one time so loose, grow tighter and
noticed how her abdominal wall was pushing the rivets that buttoned them grow
ever closer to the breaking point.

	She relaxed and shook her muscles loose, then raised her arms and
clasped her hands behind her back, then let her abs go. She popped two of the
rivets off as her cobblestone abs grew firm and dense. "Will you look at
that," she proclaimed. "SOLID, and no unearthly amount of sit-ups to do
either."

	Karoline was more than pleased with her upper body. She then focused on
her legs, and straightened her right leg out and pointed her toe. Almost
immediately, her whole leg was covered with hills and valleys of striated
muscle, ripping the seams of her shorts as far as the beltline. She was
pleased with what she saw of her reflection and stood several minutes posing,
watching all of her muscle groups leap voluntarily and involuntarily as she
moved. She ended her 'routine' with a most muscular pose that finished off
her top.	

	As Karoline straightened up, she said, "Yep! I got muscles all right,
but just how strong am I?" She began to look around her apartment for
something small but heavy to lift. Her magazines were too awkward and her
'barbelles' too light. The only thing left was the wooden keg that was still
over 7/8's full.

	"Christy carried this on one shoulder, but I'm not as big as she is,"
Karoline mumbled to herself. "I know, I'll stick it in the fridge," she
giggled. "I'll test my strength this way and keep it from spoiling."

	She disregarded the rag that was left of her top and walked over and
gently opened the refrigerator door, then grabbed the keg. She was amazed at
what with ease she picked up the heavy keg. She also watched proudly as her
muscles bunched and rolled under the skin much like Christy's, and even
Laura's, did.

	"With this kind of strength," Karoline gloated as she finished putting
the keg in the refrigerator, "I should have no problem winning Geoff back."

	Karoline then squared her shoulders and took a deep breath, increasing
the size of her torso, and smacked a clenched fist into the palm of her other
hand. "Okay Laura, this is war, you get yours, and I'll get mine." With that,
Karoline went to take a shower.

	After her shower, Karoline got on the scale and let out with a big
"WOW!... 120 lbs of solidity." She was happy and went to her closet.
Everything that once fit was now rather tight. She eventually found
something. "It's a little small," she said, "but it'll have to do as long as
I don't do something really dumb."

	With that, and with vengeance on her mind, she headed out for a night
down to the Bent Arm and Geoff.

(But wait there's more, this little tet-a-tet is just starting stay tuned for
part 3.)