Genie Part 4
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A fictional short story of a young muscle maiden and her life.


'Gift', I thought as she parked in the drive, 'what gift?'

We carried our bags into the house. I took mine directly to my room and tossed
them on the bed. 'God,' I thought, 'I need to pump some iron or go for a
swim.' I was feeling tight like I had pent up energy.

I studied myself in the full length mirror. I liked what I saw. I had a trim
waist and well defined quads even when I wasn't flexing them. I lifted my tank
top to see my now obvious six-pack abs. I balled my hands into fists and
crossed them in front of me only to see my trapizius muscles explode. As I did
this the material of my tank top began to rip.

I grasped the tank and tore it from my frame as if it were tissue. My normally
B-size breasts were now a solid C. Their nipples were hard and erect. I
fingered them between thumb and forefinger. They felt rock hard.

Not bothering to change or put a top on, I ran to the workout room. I loaded
the barbell over the flat bench with 300-pounds of steel. I did ten
repititions with no problem. I put another 25-pound plate on each side and did
ten more reps. This continued till I was at 450-pounds.

Next I sat on the inclined bench and did a series of dumbbell flies, followed
by flat bench dumbbell flies.

My pent up energy was finally dissipating. I sat up and saw Alicia's
reflection in the mirror standing in the door way. 'Don't let me interupt,'
she said, 'you look like you were in a zone there.' 'Yeah, I'm not sure what
got into me,' I replied, 'I got home and I just had all this energy. I was
lifting some crazy weight.' Alicia looked at me appraisingly as she entered
the weight room. 'Your body is changing too, Genie,' she said, 'are you taking
steroids?' 'No,' I said, 'but I have taken a few pills that were in my mom's
things.' 'Show me,' she said.

I padded back to my bedroom, Alicia following. I went to the medicine cabinet
and showed her the bottle. She stared at the handwritten label. 'That's
Amanda's writing,' Alicia said, 'what is this stuff?' Alicia unscrewed the cap
and shook one of the pills into the palm of her hand. 'Hmm, there's a small
pharmaceutical marking on the pill,' she said to herself.

Alicia kept the pill and recapped the bottle, handing it back to me. I put it
back in the medicine cabinet, and followed Alicia as she made her way to her
office and the computer. She booted up her machine and went on the internet.
She searched for pharmaceutical markings and manufacturers, first clicking on
one website, then another. Finally she found what she was looking for. 'Hmmm,'
she said, 'these pills were made by a small company out of Iowa as a growth
supplement for beef stock. They were to be mixed with feed, but the company
went out of business back in the 60's. I wonder how you parents got hold of
them' 'Well, they certainly work for me,' I said, 'look at these,' and struck
a double bicep pose showing my aunt my huge arms. Next I crossed my arms in
front of me and again my trapizius muscles jumped.

'Wow, Genie,' Alicia said, 'you're every bit as defined and muscular as your
mom, but you better scale back on taking them.' She continued, 'If you've only
taken 3 or 4 as you claim, you need to cut back otherwise who knows how big
you will get or what the outcome will be.' 'I will,' I replied.

Alicia logged off and stood up. As she did she noticed that I was now almost
eye-level with her. 'See,' she said, 'you've even grown height wise. If you
take a pill a day, you'll wind up being ten feet tall by the end of June.' I
thought this was an exageration, but didn't want to get into an argument with
Aunt Alicia over it. I knew I had to not continue taking the 'supplement'
pills.

I returned to my bedroom and put my purchases away. I called out to Alicia,
'I'm going for a swim.' 'Alright,' I heard her reply, 'I've got an on-line
appointment.'

I went out through the french doors and adjusted the chaise so that I was
facing the sun. After 15-minutes or so, I dove in the pool and knocked out a
leisurely five or six laps. Having completed these, I exited at the stairs and
lay back on my towel. I was about to doze off when I heard a snap off to my
right. I glanced in that direction but didn't notice anything at first. Then I
saw movement out of the corner of my eye.

It was the gardener. He was young, perhaps twenty-six, and Hispanic. 'What are
you doing spying on me?' I shouted. He seemed to ignore me. I stood and walked
over to him even though I was naked. He seemed not to notice me until I was
practically on top of him, then he jumped, and let out a cry of surprise in
Spanish.

It was then I noticed he was wearing ear plugs. He removed the earplugs and
salsa music blared from the headpiece. He looked at me from head to foot and
back again, but still hadn't said a word.

'Were you spying on me?' I asked. '#Qu'?', he said. 'Do you speak English?' I
asked in return. 'No, se#ora, no hablo ingl's,' he replied. I was standing
there with my hands on my hips trying to figure out what to do or say next
when I looked down and noticed the bulge in his pants. He followed my glance
and reddened noticeably.

I looked at him and smiled. He smiled back. I raised my right arm and flexed
my bicep for him and his eyes widened at sight of my muscle getting bigger.
'#Oh!' he said. 'You like that don't you' I asked, and raised my left arm to
give him a view of my newly found power. He began to raise his right hand
while looking for a sign from me. 'Go ahead, touch them. Feel how hard,' I
said. '#Se siente como una piedra!' (It feels like stone!) he said. I didn't
understand a word, but I could tell he was impressed by the look on his face.

I looked down at my quads and with one leg in front of the other, shook the
muscles then tightened them. Each muscle comprising my thigh jumped and became
rigid. I looked back up at the gardener and his eyes met mine, and then looked
down at the muscular display in front of him. 'Usted es tan fuerte, una
diosa', he said.

'You like what you see, don't you?' I asked him. He didn't understand, I could
tell by the look on his face. Then, from the direction of the french doors, I
heard aunt Alicia call out, 'Genie, are you all right, who are you talking
to?' She couldn't see either I or the gardener because of the corner of the
house.

'Go,' I told him and pointed to the side gate through which he had entered.
'Don't let my aunt catch you.' He turned quickly and made for the gate, taking
one last look over his shoulder at me.

I stepped around the corner of the house. Alicia strode across the patio in my
direction. 'Who were you talking to dear?' she repeated. 'No one, Aunt Alicia,
I was sort of singing to myself. I saw a butterfly over here but it flew
away,' I told her. 'I thought I'd come out and join you, dear,' she said. She
was naked except for the sandals and sunglasses she wore. We went back to the
chaise lounges and lay down.

'Genie, your body is fantastic, you're going to be very popular when you start
school in the fall,' she said.

To be continued ...