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

Part 4

     After the incident at the Bent Arms, Karoline managed to 
stumble home. She unlocked the street door, slamming it hard as 
she walked in. She just stood there in the doorway, whimpering, 
trying to get her equilibrium back. She made her way into the 
bathroom where she stopped at the sink and just looked at her face 
in the mirror. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing 
came out. She just turned on the water and began to cry. After 
washing the grime off her face and hands, she walked quietly, head 
bowed, into the master bedroom and stood in front of the full 
length mirror on the inside of her closet door. Looking up, 
Karoline begins to snarl at her own reflection as she grits her 
teeth and hits several poses shredding every stitch of clothing 
left on her body. She made herself as big as she could, then 
wilted into a big pile of despair on the floor.

     "Who am I trying to kid?" she sobbed. "Yourself, that's who!" 
she answered her reflection. "I'd be better off if I were big and 
fat!" Karoline's face turns from anguish to one of delight as she 
stands up and throws off her rags and puts on a fairly loose pair 
of sweats. She heads out to the local 24-hour grocery store, 
buying all types of food along with vitamins and protein 
supplements. Once back at home, Karoline rips open all the 
packages, going on the binge of her life. She pigged out for 
almost a day and a half. By the time Karoline was done she had 
eaten enough for to feed a small army.

     "Woof!" she said satisfyingly as she finished off the last 
piece of pizza. "There, the only bulges I want to see from now on 
is from fat cells." She lifted her sweatshirt above her boated 
belly and took her sweatpants and lowered them below the base of 
her overhang. "Yep!" she said, patting her stuffed belly. "From 
now on, it's fat and sassy."

     "BRAAAAUUUUWWP!" Karoline burps aloud, several times. 
"WOW!... whew." Karoline began feeling warm and fuzzy all over, 
but this time warmer and stranger then before. She began to feel 
ill and doubled over. "Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all." 
She puts her arms around her swollen belly and feels as if she is 
going to get sick. Karoline manages to roll of the couch and crawl 
into the bathroom, getting to the commode in time as she begins to 
convulse and sweat. "Oh God!" she screams in pain, "why did I do 
this?" Then as quickly as it had started, the sharp pain began to 
subside. Karoline then stood up and noticed her oversized belly 
was beginning to go away. She went to the bedroom and stood wide-
eyed and jaw-dropping in front of the mirror. "No!" she yelled, 
"no... This can't be happening." Karoline saw her extra large 
belly transform back into the hard granite type bricks that her 
abs once were.

     "So much for that idea," she sighed as she watched each 
muscle take back its form. She then let out with another loud 
burp. "Yuck!" she said, smacking her lips. "Now that was a bad 
taste. I wonder if I managed to save any soda?" Karoline looked 
around and found nothing. "Great... just great." She sighed. Just 
then she remembered about that small keg of berry juice that 
Christy had brought her. She opened up the refrigerator door and 
grabbed the barrel, setting it on the counter.

     "This is all your fault, y'know," she groaned. "But I don't 
like the water here and I don't want to go out anymore... so 
you're it." As she reached out, she heard a rip; it came from the 
shoulders of her top. Silently she tore off her sleeves and 
grabbed the cask and popped the cork, with some difficulty, out of 
the hole. "That was tight," she said. "Now, do I drink you like a 
lady or do I chug you like a drunken frat rat?" She burped once 
more. "I chug."

     Karoline clears her throat and relaxes her esophageal muscles 
and begins to drink the entire thing. She wipes the little bit 
that was dribbling from her chin. Putting the keg back on the 
counter, she grabs a magic marker and starts drawing an image of 
Laura's face on the wooden container. Karoline picks up the barrel 
and frowns. "This is Laura's face," she says glibly as she begins 
to push in. Her muscles begin to grow as she squeezes the barrel 
more until it begins to give. "This is Laura's face when I get 
done with her... someday." It finally splinters. "Yes!" Karoline 
jumps for joy, flexing, doing a victory dance. Even though 
satisfaction was not total, Karoline feels somewhat relieved and 
heads for a shower.

     Afterwards, Karoline towels off and walks into the bedroom 
and feels a chill. "Brrrr... I never felt like this before... I'm 
cold." She reaches into her dresser and pulls out a lightweight 
flannel nightgown and puts it on. As she buttons it, she's very 
amazed. "Hey... it fits." She turns out the lights and settles 
down for the night.

     Her sleep went uninterrupted until her alarm went off the 
next morning. Karoline reaches out from her covers and smashes her 
clock and destroys her night stand in the same motion. She 
scratches her head as she looks at the mess on the ground. "It's 
Saturday and I set my clock, weird." She glances at the mess on 
the floor. "That's it... I buy plastic from now on." Karoline 
crawls out of bed and heads for the door, picking up her mess and 
putting it in some garbage bags as she heads for the door. 
Groggily, she opens the front door and is greeted by the morning 
sunlight. She drops the garbage into the can at the curb and gets 
the mail that was ignored since Thursday morning and bends over to 
pick up the newspapers and magazines at the front door. 
'RRRRIIIIPPP!" a loud noise came from behind, causing Karoline to 
stand straight up. She turns her back to the building and heads 
backwards into her apartment.

     As soon as she got in she dropped the parcels and reached 
behind to feel her back, then ran into the bedroom. Facing the 
floor length mirror with her back, Karoline was astounded. "Oh... 
mah... Gawd!" Karoline gaped at the size and the thickness of her 
back. "I'm a regular 3-D topography of muscle."

     Karoline slowly turned around and she closed her eyes as she 
did. "I won't get excited... I won't get excited... I won't get 
excited..." she kept telling herself over and over again. As she 
opened her eyes, her 'I won'ts' became "I will get excited... I'm 
HUGE!" Karoline was dumbfounded as she saw that the nightgown, 
which fit so loosely the night before, was now extremely tight 
fitting. She began to hyperventilate as her mind raced to come out 
with answers. "Okay, calm down," she told herself. "Take a couple 
of deep breaths and relax." The deep breaths only caused her 
buttons, stressed out by her size, to catapult off the front of 
the flimsy gown as her basketball-sized tits thrust out by her 
immensely thick striated pecs. "This must've happened last night 
while I slept," she said. It's gotta be a combination of the food, 
the berry juice, and the drinks at the bar... I should've stuck 
with Perrier." Looking at her big, thick body more and more over 
the next couple of minutes caused her to grow in confidence.

     "Awww, you girls wanna come out and play?" She watched the 
restless movement of her body under the taut gown. "Okay," she 
raised her arms, "come out, come out, wherever you are," Karoline 
sang as she spent what seemed to be hours hitting the basic poses 
for a bodybuilder.

     Cloth began to tear as her muscles swelled to unbelievable 
proportions. "I feel as if I could lift a battleship," she said in 
savage amusement. She smiles as she watches her arms form softball 
size biceps, then quickly dropping them, moving her wrists 
slightly, watching her forearm and horseshoe-style triceps leap 
out. "My arms are bigger than my whole body ever could be." The 
only words that followed as she did more posing were, 
"tremendous... extraordinary... fantastic."

     When she had finished, she wondered, "gee, I wonder how much 
I weigh?"
     
     She threw the remaining shards of cloth off to the side, 
walked into the bathroom and stepped on the scale. Again, 
amazement set in. "HOLY... over 200 pounds, and all of it muscle!" 
She went and grabbed the tape measure and pencil from her sewing 
room and stood in the doorjamb, marking off her height. "WOW!... 
6' 3"... I hope I' ve got something to wear."

     Without effort, Karoline again headed into her closet, dug 
around a bit, and found an old spandex outfit she had once 
disregarded. She squeezed her large body into it. "There." She 
then headed for outside door. "Now as long as I don't make any 
sudden moves or breath too deep..." Just then, 'RRRRIIIIPPP!" Her 
outfit fared about as good as her nightgown. As the seams split 
open, the material rolled back over mountains of muscles.

     Karoline sighed and shook her head, wishing she had a 
trenchcoat, when an idea struck her. She headed into her spare 
room and drug out a completely dreadful-looking oversized dress. 
She ripped out the sleeves and, with a few nips and tucks on the 
sewing machine, within a few minutes, Karoline was done. "There," 
she said, rather pleased with her work. "From 'Omar the Tent 
Maker' to a suitable dress for a person of my magnitude." The 
dress fit a little tight around the bust and hips but it was 
comfortable. Putting her hair up, then donning her sunglasses and 
sunhat, Karoline left to do some clothes shopping.

     On her way back from her expedition she made a sidetrack over 
by the beach, where she saw Geoff and Laura working out. Not 
wanting to cause a scene (yet), Karoline starts to head home.

     "Hey... hey you," Laura looks up and spies the fleeting 
Karoline.

     Karoline stops and turns around. "Yes, can I help you?" 
trying to be polite as she could while the veins on her hands and 
arms get a workout as she opens and closes her fists tensely.

     "Oops... I'm... I'm sorry, for a minute you looked like 
someone I know." The unsuspecting Laura apologizes. "Must've been 
the sun. Ummm... if you don't mind my saying you're rather 'big'." 
Laura eyes Karoline's body up and down.

     Karoline, smiling ear to ear, responds. "Yep," as she flexes 
one of her arms. "You might say I 'drank' it on."

     "Uhhh... yeah," Laura laughs nervously. "Who's your trainer? 
I mean, a body like that just doesn't happen overnight. Does it?"

     "Trainer?" Karoline lowers her sun glasses as she spies Geoff 
starting to walk over and hits a double bicep pose. "Why, body by 
Christy."

     "Well, it was nice talking to you..." Karoline paused.

     "Laura," Laura spoke up clearing her throat.

      "Laura... nice name... gotta remember that," Karoline said.

     "Hey," Laura stopped Karoline once more. "Are you coming back 
later on. I mean, guys like Geoff are prizes to be kept but 
sometimes... well, a female workout chum is better."

     Karoline turns around. "Geoff, huh?" Karoline looks over her 
sunglasses again. "He's a great looking prize."

     "Yeah," Laura responds. "I took him from some bitchy bimbo he 
was seeing at the Bent Arms the other night in a wrestling 
contest. Yeah, haven't seen the toothpick since, either."

     Karoline held her temper. "Well, I'm off. I'll see you later, 
(for sure)."

     As Karoline leaves, Geoff comes over and gives Laura a hug. 
"Who's Titania? ...Sure is a big girl," he asks, looking at 
Karoline.

     " Yeah... sure is. Y'know, I didn't even get her name," Laura 
answered. "But she sure sounds familiar."

     "Oh well," Geoff smiled. "Let's go and get some lunch, then 
come back later on."

     "All right," Laura agreed, grabbing her blouse and putting it 
on.

     Meanwhile, Karoline gets home and is hopping mad. 
"Toothpick!" she says angrily, throwing her packages down. "I'll 
show her." She grabs two handfuls of dress and furiously rips it 
off.

     "Where is it?" Karoline talks to herself as she tears through 
her packages. "Ah! There it is."

     She hurries into the bedroom and puts on a very revealing 
bathing suit that stretches to the limits. Without saying a word, 
she slips on her bathrobe and goes across the hall to the storage 
room and comes back with a wrought iron grate, the kind used for 
decoration and security. "Hopefully you won't be missed.

     She begins to laugh maniacally as she takes off her bathrobe 
and watches her muscles become rigid as she picks up the grate.

     "Once more, this is Laura." Karoline watches as her muscles 
grow thicker and the veins on her arms puff and grow as the grate 
begins to creak and bend, sending her straining bathing suit to 
near bursting. "This is Laura, later on today, as I get Geoff 
back." She begins to laugh as she takes what's left of the iron 
grate and throws it to the ground.

     "Will I be back later, she asks me?" She flexes her already 
pumped body. "Oh yeah! Strike three, you're out."

(Okay so I had a brain fart, but I promise, it's Karoline vs Laura 
for real next time.)