The transformation - part 8
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



The continuing saga of muscle transformation of a brother and sister.

Joanna awoke. Her muscle still felt asleep after the massage that Anthony had
given her last night. 'He may have some shortcomings' Joanna thought, 'but he
gives a hell of a massage.' She would need an extra hour of working out to
wake up.

Joanna strolled into the kitchen. Anthony was busy at the stove. Maria was at
the breakfast table. "Good morning, mistress, would you like an egg or omlette
for breakfast?" Anthony asked. "Sure, a cheese omlette and some toast would be
great. Coffee too," Joanna said. She sat down next to Maria. Anthony came to
the table and placed a plate of eggs over easy and wheat toast in front of
Maria. "Is that satisfactory, misstress Maria?" Anthony asked. "That's fine,
Anthony, thank you," Maria replied.

Anthony had taken to wearing a thong unless he was working in the kitchen as
he was now, then he had an apron tied around his waist as well. He made quite
the houseboy.

Geri and Jack came out of her room. Anthony greeted them and took their
orders. Now there were four at the breakfast table. "So what do you all have
planned for today?" Joanna asked. "I need to go to the market and I want to
pick up some material in town. I'm going to take Anthony if I can get him out
of that apron," Maria said. "I think we're going to go over to Anthony's house
and see about picking up a few things more. I want to make sure we didn't
overlook anything in the fridge or freezer too," Jack said, "what about you,
sis?" "I'm not sure what I want to do just yet. I should look at these
grapevines around here, make sure they're being tended to," Joanna said.

Once everyone had done about an hour run and lifted weights for another hour,
with the exception of Anthony, everyone was preparing to leave except Joanna.
She had the house to herself. She wandered into the lab and then out to the
cave. She hadn't been here in what, a couple of weeks. The lock was still in
place and it didn't look like anything was disturbed. She walked around the
perimeter of the house, and that's when something caught her eye. There was
some dampness to the ground under Maria's window, but it wasn't the dampness
that disturbed her, it was the footprints in the muddied soil. They were big
and it was as if someone had stood there looking in the window.

Joanna went inside and went directly to Maria's room. She faced the window and
the blinds were wide open. It would be like Maria not to close the blinds. She
went back outside and with a tree branch she ripped off a nearby tree,
smoothed out the muddied footprints. She got a garden hose, turned on the
water and flooded the area. It was on a north facing wall, so it would stay
damp all day. She looked for a place out here in the vineyard that she could
hide and wait for the peeping tom. She located a portable tool shed that was
on skids. It was filled with hand tools that the field hands used when they
were here. They wouldn't be back for a few weeks. She slid the shed close to
the sight, but not close enough to scare the peeping tom off. The shed
probably weighed a thousand pounds but Joanna had no trouble moving it. The
shed was locked, but she twisted the padlock and ripped it from the hasp.
There was room for her inside. 'Good,' she thought, 'I'm going to get this
guy.'

When she went back in, she dialed Mary and Bob. She wanted to see how the
serum worked that she had given them. When Bob answered the phone, Joanna
asked, "How did the serum work? When I left yesterday, you two looked like you
were pretty happy with it." "Oh, we're very happy," Bob said, "it's just that
I'm a little battered and bruised. Mary didn't know her own strength after she
took that shot." Joanna had to smile. Having muscles is something you have to
get use to. Maybe she should have a word with Mary. "Is Mary there? May I
speak with her," Joanna asked. Bob called for Mary, who came to the phone a
little out of breath. "Did I catch you at a bad time, Mary?" Joanna asked.
"No, I was just lifting some weights. I thought I'd try to work this body of
mine," Mary said. "You know, Mary, you've got to learn how to handle these new
muscles that you get from the transformation serum. Please take it easy on
Bob. Don't bust a rib or anything," Joanna said. "I won't, I promise," Mary
said.

Joanna said, "And please, don't overdo it with the shots. I don't think there
will be any side effects, but we can't take that chance." "No, I'll use it
sparingly, but I love having muscles even if for a few hours. I can't wait to
see you again, Joanna. You know Bob and I love to caress that body of yours,"
Mary said. "I know and believe me I love to have you worship my muscles. We'll
get together soon," Joanna said and hung up after saying good-bye.

No sooner had she hung up than the phone rang again. It was Hank, "Did I catch
you at a bad time?" "No, not at all, I was just about to do a little work in
the lab, why, what's up?" Joanna asked. "I was just wondering if you were free
tonight? I'd like to come over and see you," Hank said. The thought of seeing
Hank again made Joanna happy. Maybe their next little venture in the bedroom
would be more satisfying for her. She knew she could help Hank with that.
"Sure, I'd love to have you over, dinner? I don't know what Anthony will fix,
but it's always good," Joanna said. "That would be great. I'm working on a
couple of cases, but I should be there around six o'clock," Hank said and the
two rang off.

Maria and Anthony were at the supermarket going up and down the aisles, making
their selections. Chatting away, discussing receipes and what to have for
meals and not really paying attention to those around them. Suddenly someone
ran their shopping cart into the one Anthony was pushing. It was a teenager in
jeans and a black T-shirt. He wore motorcycle boots and had his hair spiked on
top of his head. He had more than one piercing visible on his face with a
prominent ring through the side of one nostril. He wasn't particularly large
but he appeared fit. "Oh, excuse me," Anthony said, and moved his cart to get
around the strange looking teen.

"What's the matter fag, can't steer your shopping cart?" the teen taunted.
Anthony gave no response, merely continued to navigate around the boy. As he
passed, the teen the boy reached out and grabbed Anthony's arm and spun him
around to face the teen. "Look faggot, I was talking to you. What are you
doing in my market?" the teen asked. "I'm just shopping, now please let me
pass," Anthony said a bit shakily. Anthony wasn't a big man, but neither was
this kid. "Look, we're just shopping," Maria said, "there's no reason to treat
him this way." The lad turned to her and said, "What are you his mother,
'puto'?" Maria hadn't been talked to like that in a long time. Her rage boiled
up and before she could calm herself, she reached out and plucked the ring
from the boy's nose. It came away with a tearing sound, followed by a blood
curddling scream from the boy, who immediately grabbed his torn nostril and
yelled, "You bitch!"

Instead of running or moving away from the teen, Maria stepped in front of him
and gave him a right to his mid-section. It was a short jab, but she followed
through and the boy went down to the floor trying to catch his breath. "Get up
you bastard!" Maria said. She didn't yell, but merely talked in a calm voice.
By now other shoppers had entered the aisle and saw what was happening. The
store manager came running up. He was an older man, bald, with a paunch for a
belly. He wore a store apron with his name on it and asked franticly, "What's
going on here? Timmy, what's going on?" 'Timmy' thought Maria, 'this could be
bad'. The store manager, 'Tim' according to his name tag, helped 'Timmy' to
his feet. "What happened, son?" the manager asked. "This woman hit me dad and
pulled the ring out of my nose."

"Did you attack my son, miss?," the manager asked. "He started it, he grabbed
my friend here, I was just defending him," Maria said gesturing to Anthony.
"I'm sorry; I've already called the police. We can't have this sort of thing
going on inside my store, we'll let them sort it out" the manager said.

As he finished saying that, two uniformed officers were walking down the
aisle. They asked to see Maria, Anthony, Timmy and the store manager out front
by the squad car. The boy was still bleeding so an ambulance was summoned. The
store manager had one of the box boys get the mop and clean up the blood in
the aisle where the incident had occurred.

Once names and addresses and the statements given, the parties were free to
go. The teen went to the hospital. Maria and Anthony went to another
supermarket to do their shopping. Both were shaken by the incident, but
especially Anthony. "Thank you, Mistress Maria, for hleping me. Those types of
boys have been extreemely rough to me in the past," Anthony said. "By 'those
type of boys', do you mean gay bashers?" Maria asked. "Yes, they just have so
much hate and annimosity bottled up inside," Anthony said, "that they just
can't let others alone that are different than they are."

Geri and Jack were at Anthony's house sorting through the fridge and freezer,
filling a grocery bag with things to take home and a trash bag with things
that needed to be tossed. Once that was done, the couple moved on to the
bedroom where they loaded what remanined of Anthony's clothes into a trash bag
to take back to the house. Geri, however, went through her clothing at a more
leisurely pace. She took care in packing her toiletries, lingerie and panties.
When she got to the drawer with her bras, she put those in the trash bag to be
discarded. "What are you doing?," Jack asked. "I don't know that I'll ever
wear a bra again, and besides, I'd never fit in those, I've outgrown them,"
Geri said, "look at these tits, they're a D-cup now." "I have been looking at
them," Jack said, "and I love what I see." "Oh, Jack, all you think about is
sex. OK, come on, I don't want you pouting all day, let's make it quick
though, we have to strip the bed," Geri said, as she guided Jack to the bed.

They're love making was quick. Jack was becoming an addept lover even without
the enlargement cream that pushed his cock to about 14-inches. The couple
finished packing up most of the personal belongings and tossing what they
didn't want in the trash cans for pick up. They loaded up Jack's truck, locked
the door to the house, and headed for home.

Maria and Anthony headed for home as well with the trunk of the car loaded
with groceries. Maria had thought about calling Joanna, but didn't want to
worry her needlessly. Besides, this was her problem.

Both couples arrived together. They set about unloading their respective
vehicles. The two couples changed into their usual attire, thongs or nothing
and put the clothes, groceries, and odds and ends away. Joanna told Anthony
about Hank coming for dinner and he was happy to have one more to cook for.
Anthony felt he was finally in a place where he could just be himself.

With a couple hours to kill before dinner time, they all lounged around the
pool. Maria filled Joanna in on what transpired at the market. She asked, "How
did Anthony handle the verbal attack?" "He tried to avoid it as best he could,
Mistress," Maria said, "but the bastard was persistant to pick a fight, and
that's when my emotions got the better of me I'm afraid." "No, you did the
right thing, Maria," Joanna said, "you defended the weaker person in this
case, he had no right to try to pick a fight with Anthony, Anthony never meant
him any harm. We'll see what comes of this. Hopefully that lying son of a
bitch won't try to press charges."

Everyone showered and got ready for dinner. They all dressed since none of
them had formally met Hank before. When he showed up, Hank was wearing khaki
walking shorts and a Hawaiian print sports shirt. He had brought two bottles
of local red wine and was introduced all around. They all adjourned to the
family room with exception of Maria and Anthony who busied themselves in the
kitchen.

Geri, Jack, Joanna and Hank had a glass of wine and made small talk. Jack
liked Hank almost at once. It was evident that Joanna was happy with his
company and now that he was in Geri's bed on a full time basis, he could only
imagine that his sister needed someone one to 'fill the gap' if you will. Hank
was saying about how he had met Joanna. Jack had heard this, but from Joanna's
side of the story. Jack asked, "So, Hank, the fact that my sister is an
Amazon, did that attract you to her?" Joanna could have killed her brother.
"Well, I don't know about an Amazon, but I do love your sister's muscles and I
took not of them right off the bat. I am a detective you know, I can't
overlook things like that," Hank said, and stroked Joanna's bicep. Joanna
smiled and gave him a kiss.

Dinner was served. Anthony and Maria had outdone themselves with a standing
rib roast. Maria said it was all Anthony's doing and actually it was one that
had come from the freezer at his house. He had been saving it for a special
occasion. Soon the dinner conversation turned to Maria and Anthony's little
encounter at the market. Hank said, "We know Tim quite well at the department,
he's been inot trouble before. Usually its minor things, but I've noticed it's
escalated lately. It worries me because his dad, Tim senior, is always at the
market and Tim junior, is free to run the streets." "Will I be sued, Hank?"
Maria asked. "I don't know. You did pull the ring out of his nose and caused
some bleeding, it will depend on how far they want to take this," Hank
replied. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see then," Joanna said.

"Why don't we go back into the family room and have a cup of coffee," Joanna
said, "would you make us a pot, Anthony?" "Yes, Mistress," Anthony replied.

Once back in the family room, Hank asked Joanna, "Why does Anthony refer to
you as 'mistress'?" Joanna had been wondering how soon a question like that
invovlving their living arrangements would come up. "Well, this is a
'matriarchal' house. I'm the leader, along with my brother, Jack. Anthony,
Maria and Geri all live here as our guests and as such, show respect by
calling me 'mistress'. They also look to me for guidence and do what I ask of
them. Do you understand?," Joanna replied. "Yes, I understand," Hank said,
"should I start calling you mistress as well?" "No, that's not necessary, Geri
doesn't call Jack 'master'," Joanna answered.

The coffee was served, and the conversation got deeper into the subject of
their living arrangements. Finally, Jack said, "Sis, why don't you just tell
Hank that we run a rather 'free' house." Hank looked at Joanna again for a
little explanation. "OK, what my brother is trying to say is that, for
example, when we're by the pool, we don't wear bathing suits. We pretty much
believe in getting an all over tan." "Sort of like nudists?," Hank asked.
"Sort of," Joanna said, "while nudist believe in shedding clothes for health
reasons, we believe in it as a submissive act. Because we are all naked, they
may worship my body and those of others with their eyes." Now this was a
little hard for Hank to take in, Joanna could see. Hank's brain was traveling
at warp speed trying to process all this. He and his sister had been brought
up in not to strict of a household, but nothing like what Joanna was
portraying. Hank couldn't remember the last time he had seen his sister naked,
maybe when she was 7 or 8, and then it was by accident.

Finally he said, "This is all going to take some time to process, but I'm
willing to try, if you'll have me." And looked from Joanna to Jack to Geri and
eventually to Maria and Anthony who had joined them for the coffee.
"Excellent," said Joanna, "welcome home then. That's all we can ask of you is
to not judge us, but give us a chance, our lifestyle may grow on you." She
smiled at that last statement.

Later, once the others had headed off in the direction of their rooms, Hank
said, "I'm sorry if some of my questions put you on the spot, or made you
uncomfortable." "They didn't, you would have figured it out sooner or later
otherwise you wouldn't be much of a detective," Joanna said, "now let's see
about a replay of the sex we had the other night, shall we?" Hank loved her
directness. He had never met anyone as frank, direct or open as Joanna. "Sure,
I'd love to please you, I just hope I last longer this time," Hank said.
"Don't worry about that. I've got that figured out, let's go to my bedroom,"
Joanna said. On the way, Hank asked, "You want me to take Viagra?" Joanna
laughed, "No, silly, I've got something better than that." "It's not illegal
is it, you know I am a cop," Hank asked. "Not only is it not illegal, but it's
not on anyones' 'radar' yet," Joanna said.

They reached the bedroom and removed their clothes. Hank was taken by Joanna's
muscles and began kissing and rubbing them. Joanna opened the nightstand
drawer and withdrew a small jar of cream. She took Hanks semi-erect penis in
her hand and with the other massaged the cream into the skin. There was a warm
feeling to his penis and gonads. He couldn't believe his eyes when his
erection reached about 14-inches. "What was that stuff?" Hank asked. "Just a
cream I invented. I told you I was a chemist, remember." Joanna said, "Now
let's see what you can do with that 'tool' of yours."

Hank felt like a stud. He kissed Joanna's inner thighs and tongued her labia.
He worked his way up to her navel and made love to each of her abdominal
muscles. Continuing to work his way up, past her sternum to her massive chest,
he tongued each of the nipples and gently applied pressure with his teeth. He
circled the auriel with his tongue and proceeded to her neck. Reaching her
lips, he slipped his tongue in her mouth and lapped at her tongue. Hank was a
slow, passionate lover. When Joanna could not stand it any longer, she
whispered, "Take me, Hank, and let me feel you inside me." He was only too
pleased to do as she bid. His thrusting began gently enough, but soon they
came together in a crescendo of extacy.

They lay there spent. "Thank you, that was marvelous. And thanks for that
cream you developed. How long will that last, I feel like I could go again,"
Hank said. "Well, stud, let's go," Joanna said and rolled on top of him, her
knees on either side of his hips, her vagina poised inches above his cock.
"Let me show you what I can do," she said, lowering herself onto his erect
member. With just her vaginal muscles, she milked him for a second time. He
came again and was amazed at her sexual prowess. "Where did you learn to screw
like that?" he asked. "Just something I've developed, I don't name names," she
said not wanting to let Hank know that a lot of her experimentation had come
at the hands (and cock) of her own brother.

As they were laying there, thinking about having each other for a third time,
there was a comotion in the house and some muffled yelling. Joanna and Hank
jumped up and ran in the direction of Maria's room. Joanna had totally
forgotten about the peeping tom. Looking in Maria's room, it was empty except
for Anthony who was cowering under the covers. "What happened, Anthony?"
Joanna asked in a rush. "Someone was watching us from the window, Mistress.
Mistress Maria went after them," Anthony said.

Both Joanna and Hank went out the rear door and quickly found Maria with a man
on the ground, his pants around his ankles. Maria had a knee buried in his
back and an arm pinned behind the man. "This pervert was staring in my window,
Mistress. When I came outside, I caught him jerking off," Maria said. "That's
not true, I was just walking by and she attacked me again." "Alright, let's
have a look at this 'weenie-wagger'," Hank said, forgetting he was naked. He
reached down and with one hand on the back of the boys collar, hauled him to a
standing position as Maria moved back a pace or two and put a hand to her
mouth. Through her hand, she said, "That's him, that's the teenager that
verbally assaulted us in the market!"

The boy was squirming, "Let go of me, asshole, I was just walking by and she
assaulted me, just like she did in the store today," the boy said. "Tim, I
don't think your 'poor innocent little boy' act is going to work this time,"
Hank said, "What are you doing with your pants around your ankles?" "She tried
to rape me," Tim said with so much as a hesitation. "And why would she want to
rape a piece of shit like you, Tim?" Hank asked. "She likes me, I knew it this
morning at the market," Tim fired back. Hank turned to Joanna and said, "See
what I have to put up with, this little shit has had more run in's with the
law than I can count. He's quick with an answer too. Unfortunately, I'm not
sure I can hold him on the peeping tom wrap."

Joanna said to Hank, "I think I can help with that; look under the window at
the soft ground and you'll see his shoe prints in the dirt. Then take a look
at the wall and I think you'll find this little guys seman. Yeah, I think he's
quick with an answer and quick with the cum too," and smiled. Hank smiled too,
because in last couple of years this kid had worked his way up the ladder of
misdemeanor offenses. Hank, thanks to Joanna, had finally got enough on Tim to
see a little jail time.

Hank for the first time realized that Tim was staring at his 14-inch hard on.
"What's with you, pervert, you're going to go away and have guys in prison
that will use you for their bitch," Hank said, "You better get use to seeing
some cock." Joanna was just about laughing. Maria came up to Tim, close enough
that her tits were just about in his face and said, "Take a good look at me,
man, because you aren't going to see a woman like me for a long time. It's a
good thing Officer Hank was here, because I would have beat you to a pulp. You
would have been yelling for your mommy!"

"Maria, could you go inside and get my handcuffs? I'll hold young Timmy here
till you get back," Hank said. Once Maria returned with the handcuffs and they
were securely fastened to the wrists, Hank put Tim in the tool shed. "That
should hold him till I get dressed and the patrol car comes to collect him,"
he told Joanna and Maria. Hank went inside to get dressed and call the
department. Joanna and Maria were left standing there. Joanna walked over to
the tool shed and opened the door. Tim was sitting on the floor. He looked up
at the Amazon standing over him. "Tim, you may ignore what I'm about to tell
you, but if you ever set foot on my property again, talk or harass any of my
people, you and your entire family will die a rather painful death. Do you
understand?" Joanna said. "Yeah, I hear ya'" Tim said. Joanna said, "Look,
asshole, I know you hear me, but do you understand me? If you ever do anything
to anyone I know, you and your family will die. That's not and idle threat,
that's a statement of fact."

With that she shut the door and her and Maria went into the house. "Do you
think he'll get out of prison and come back?" Maria asked. "You know, Maria, I
hope he does. He's a bad kid that will just grow into a bad man."

Hank met the women in the family room. He was dressed, but smiling. "What are
you smiling about, Hank?" Joanna asked. Hank replied, "I had to tape my cock
to my leg. How long did you say that cream works?" and laughed.

The police cruiser was there shortly as well as an investigative unit. The
policemen loaded the boy in the back and drove off, meanwhile the lab techs
took castings of the footprints from under the window and a sample of the
seman left on the wall. All would be used in the case against Tim.

"You don't have to go, do you?" Joanna asked Hank. "Not unless you want me
to," he replied.

Joanna and Hank lay there wrapped in each others arms. They were naked and had
made love yet again. Each were lost in thought, but the thought was with a
single common thread; how lucky they were to have found their lover.

Maria lay there with Anthony wrapped in her arms protectively. He was a
'man-child' that needed her protection. The incident with that pervert had
been frightening for Anthony. She could have killed that kid, but then
Mistress Joanna and Hank had shown up, so she really had no choice but to let
him live.

Geri and Jack, slept as one. Dreaming a dreamless sleep wrapped in each others
arms, totally unaware of any disruption or chaos that went on around them.

All the inhabitants of the house had a good nights sleep.