The transformation - part 12
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
The continuing saga of a muscle goddess and her exploits.


"Hank, what would you say if I told you I was going to give myself another
shot of my 'transformation serum'?" Joanna asked. "Why," Hank replied, "you're
already 6'-3", which is taller than most women and you're stronger than most
men, hell, stronger than 3 or 4 men together. Sure, I'd love you, but I just
don't see the need."

Joanna had been contemplating this for quite some time. She loved
experimenting. It was the scientist in her. Always pushing herself to the
limit and she loved it. She'd have to give this some more thought. She told
Hank, "Perhaps you're right, I love my muscles now and I know you do too. I
get a lot of 'looks' as it is when I'm in town, and you know, I love that. Men
and women desire me." "Well, I desire you," Hank said, "and you're right, I
love your muscles. I love how you can control them and make them dance. It
turns me on." "You and a lot of people," Joanna said, and started flexing
those magnificent quads of hers.

Hank, who was lying between her legs, had a close up view of the rippling
muscles and bulging veins. He gently touched her 30-inch quads, feeling the
power. He was becoming erect again, but he knew he had to get to work. 'Oh,
what the hell, just one more love session, then I'll leave', Hank thought, and
moved up on Joanna's torso to make love to her mammoth breasts.

Hank kissed and licked her tits and sucked on her nipple. He was rewarded with
a stream of warm milk which he eagerly swallowed. Now, rythmicly pumping, he
came with a rush. He came too fast for Joanna, although she said nothing. She
could pleasure herself; have Maria or Anthony do it, or find someone else
who's more than willing to please a goddess such as herself. Options were
open.

Once Hank left, Joanna went to find Anthony and Maria. They were in the
kitchen. Anthony was wearing a thong with a small pouch that contained his
penis and testicles. Maria also had on a thong with a zebra print to it. The
two couldn't have been more dissimlar. Anthony was a light skinned
African-American who was effeminant with thin arms and legs and a subserviant
attitude. He had 'male equipment' (albeit on the small size, Joanna thought)
but preferred women's clothing. Maria on the other hand was muscular Latina,
with high, firm breasts, shapely legs and a dominant attitude, thanks to
Joanna's 'transformation serum'. Both, however, were eager to serve their
mistress. Joanna stood there just inside the kitchen door watching the two
work for a minute. It was clear that Maria called the shots here in the
kitchen. Finally, Maria turned and noticed Joanna. "Oh, Mistress, I didn't
hear you come in, can I get you something?" Maria asked. "No, thanks, Maria,"
Joanna said, "Hank just left and I was doing a little thinking. What would you
say to going on a little vacation, just you, me and Anthony? " "That sounds
wonderful, where would we go, Mistress?" Maria asked. "I was thinking of Palm
Springs, that's only about an hour flight from here. We'd make a long weekend
of it," Joanna said, "What do you think of that idea, Anthony?" "A holiday in
Palm Springs sounds great. Thank you," Anthony said.

That night, Joanna ran the idea by Hank. She could tell that he wasn't happy,
but she knew he was a big boy and could cope without her for 3 or 4 days.
Besides, he'd bury himself in work anyway.

Joanna made the flight and hotel reservations. She arranged for a rental car
at the Palm Springs airport and that Thrusday, dressed as conservatively as a
huge muscle goddess could dress, the three left for a few days of fun in the
sun.

The flight was smooth and on time. Their baggage arrived with them, always a
good sign, and the rental car was waiting as promised. They drove directly to
the hotel and checked in. They had two rooms, one for Joanna and one for
Anthony and Maria. Each were near the pool in a somewhat out of place tropical
setting considering they were in the middle of a desert.

Fortunately, they all remembered to bring bathing suits as they were
accustomed to lounging around the house pool au natural. They stripped out of
their clothes and put on their swimsuits. Joanna had a tiger print bikini that
hid little. Maria also wore a bikini, hers with a pink floral print that
contrasted nicely with her olive complexion. Anthony had a pair of Speedo's
that on a larger man would have looked disgusting, but with his slender frame,
didn't look too bad. They all met poolside and found three chaise lounges that
Joanna rearranged so that they were all in the sun. Retreiving towels from the
stack near the pool gate, Anthony spread them out on the lounges.

Joanna lay down and Maria applied sunscreen without being asked to. Her slow
deliberate and methodical strokes did not go unnoticed by several of the other
guests. Next, Maria rubbed sunscreen on Anthony much as a mother would on her
son, and finally she applied some to her own body. By now, the men and women
poolside had forgotten what they were reading or talking to one another about
and were taking in the show. Joanna took this opportunity to sit up and
stretch, taking great satisfaction that all eyes were glued to her. She flexed
her muscles and caught a glimpse of a few men getting a hard on. She loved the
attention.

A waiter came around taking drink orders. "May I get you something from the
bar, madam?" he asked Joanna. "Yes, I'd like a planter's punch, please, and
you can put their drink orders on my tab as well," she said indicating Maria
and Anthony. "And what may I get you, madam," he asked Maria. Maria took note
that the waiter's nametag said Jose. "I'd like a margarita, Jose, blended
please," Maria replied, giving him her best smile. If Jose noticed, he didn't
indicate it. He turned to Anthony and said, "And for you, sir, what may I get
you?" and smiled broadly. Anthony, also smiling said, "I'd like a
cosmopolitan, Jose, are they good?" "The best in the Coachella Valley, se#or,"
said Jose and tearing his eyes away from Anthony, left the threesome.

"Great," Maria said half to herself, "we come to Palm Springs and the first
guy that comes along won't give me the time of day, but puts the move on
Anthony instead." Joanna overhearing Maria's comment laughed out loud. Anthony
smiled to himself.

As the afternoon turned to evening, Joanna, Maria and Anthony went in to
shower and clean up for dinner. Maria and Anthony had just gotten to their
room when there was a light tap on the door. Maria, still in her bikini,
answered the door and it was Jose, the waiter from the pool. "Excuse me
se#orita, may I please speak with Anthony?" Jose asked. Maria was too
dumbfounded to respond, but turned and simply said, "Anthony, it's for you."

The two men talked in hushed tones and when Anthony closed the door, leaving
it slightly ajar, said, "Mistress Maria, Jose has asked me out for the evening
may I go?" Maria noticed that he had the beginning of an erection. Not wanting
to make Anthony upset or cry, said, "Sure Anthony, just be careful."

Anthony went back to the door and sticking his head out finalized plans with
Jose. When he came back in the room, he was smiling from ear to ear. "Oh,
stop, Anthony, I don't want to hear about it," Maria said, "we've got to get
cleaned up."

They showered together as they had numerous times at home to expedite getting
Anthony off on his 'date'. Anthony wore a black mid-thigh skirt with plum
satin blouse and 2-inch pumps. Maria thought he looked 'stunning'. Maria
dressed in an orange colored strapless dress that hugged her figure. She
tapped gently at Joanna's door once Anthony left. Joanna openned the door and
let Maria into her room. Joanna was wearing a cream colored body hugging dress
that stopped just below the crotch. The color accentuated her tan and with her
blonde hair and blue eyes, she would stop men in their tracks. This proved to
be the case as they entered the dining room.

The maitra'd, several inches shorter than Joanna, showed the two women to
their booth. The waitress, Alice, came by and took their drink orders. Alice
was an older, but well maintained, server. She was petite and pleasant with
efficiency to her movements. She brought Joanna and Maria their ice teas and
asked if they wanted to hear the 'specials' for that evening. Joanna said she
would and Alice ran through the list, asking if Joanna had any questions.
"I'll let you ladies have a few more minutes to think about things, unless
your ready to order," Alice concluded. "I'm ready," Maria said, looking at
Joanna. "I am too," said Joanna, "I'm going to have the New York steak, rare,
with mashed potatoes, sour cream, but no butter and a garden salad with bleu
cheese." Alice took all that in without writing it down. Maria placed her
order, and Alice withdrew.

Dinner was perfect. Both women commented to Alice, once they were finished,
how good the meal and the service was. "Thank you," Alice said, "I'll let the
chef know and thank you for the service complement. I take service
personally," and gave Joanna a brilliant smile. "That's an admirable trait,
Alice. It shows in your work and appearance," Joanna said. "Thank you again,"
Alice said, "I try. I believe in going that 'extra mile' to make someones day
a little more special." "You certainly did for this meal, could I buy you a
drink later when you get off, to show my appreciation?" Joanna asked. "I'd
love that," Alice said, "I'm off in an hour. Shall I meet you at the bar?"
"Why don't you just come to my room," Joanna said and gave the woman her room
number.

On the way back to the room, Maria said, "Well, Mistress, it looks like you'll
be set for the night. With your permission, I think I'll head to the bar for a
nightcap, is that alright?" "Sure, Maria, enjoy yourself," Joanna replied, and
Maria went off in the direction of the bar.

Back in the room, Joanna was just getting out of her dress when there was a
knock on the door. She looked through the security peep-hole and saw Alice
standing there with a bottle of wine in her hand. 'She must have gotten off
early' Joanna thought, 'she is eager to please'. Joanna opened the door. Alice
at 5'-1" stared up at Joanna who at that point only had on a thong. "You got
here fast, I was about to change," Joanna said. "Oh, please don't on my
account, you look gorgeous as is," Alice said as she stepped into the room,
"besides, there's no rush to go out for that drink, I brought a bottle of
wine."

Joanna had to hand it to Alice she seemed to have all the bases covered. "I'm
Joanna," she said, and held out her hand to shake. When she took Alices
outstretched hand, Joanna nearly engulfed it. "Have you worked here at the
hotel long?" Joanna asked. "No, not long, but I've been in the service
industry a while," Alice replied. Joanna took that to be the food service
industry, and didn't even question the statement. "Let me get the corkscrew
and I'll get that bottle open," Joanna said. She went to the mini-bar for the
corkscrew and when she turned, a man was standing just inside the room door
with a gun in his hand.

Joanna looked from the man to Alice and back again, then calmly screwed the
corkscrew into the cork and pulled the cork from the bottle with a quick,
'pop!' The man spoke, "Christ, Alice, you said she was big, but I thought you
meant fat, you really have to be more exact." "Oh, shut up, Frank, she's got
money, and that's all we're here for," Alice said addressing Frank, then
turned to Joanna, "OK lady, where's your money?"

Joanna poured herself a glass of wine and took a sip. "If I were you two," she
said, "I'd get out of my room while you still can." Frank, not the sharpest
tool in the shed, but a tool none the less said, "I'm the one with the gun.
Just give us your money and then we'll clear out." Joanna noted that Frank
hadn't taken his eyes off her tits. She smiled and said, "Frank, I can see
that I turn you on. I'll tell you what, if you put that gun down you and I can
have fun under those sheets," nodding toward the bed. "Just shut up," Alice
said. "You can join us too," Joanna said to Alice, and took a step toward her.
"Stay right where you are," Frank said to Joanna. Joanna calmly took another
sip of wine and said, "You should really have some of this, both of you, it's
really quite good," and took another half step forward. She was now close
enough to make a grab for Alice.

With lightening speed, she grabbed the small woman, pinning her arms to her
side and holding her in front of her at arms length like a shield. Frank,
frightened, didn't take a shot, which proved his undoing as he went to help
Alice. Joanna advanced on Frank with Alice screaming and squirming, held in
front of her. Joanna tossed Alice aside like she was a rag doll, the woman
hitting her head on the wall, and grabbed Frank. She broke his right wrist in
an instant, sending a searing pain up his arm. Joanna grabbed the gun with her
free hand and tossed it on the bed. As long as Alice was out she didn't have
to worry about her making a grab for the gun.

Alice was trying to pick herself up off the floor where she had been
discarded. Once she got to her feet, she tried to make a dash for the door,
but Joanna intercepted her with one outstretched hand, grabbing Alice by the
back of the collar. "Whoa, not so fast, we haven't had our fun yet," Joanna
said. "Let go of me, bitch" Alice yelled. "Listen, bitch," Joanna said in
return, "I'm going to give you some lessons in manners. I thought you were a
terrific server and a real people person, but apparently I was wrong." Joanna
held the small woman off the floor by the collar and with her free hand hit
her on the side of the head, knocking her out. It wasn't a particularly hard
hit, it wasn't even closed fisted, but Joanna's power was unmatched.

When Alice came around, she found herself tied with her hands behind her back
with the phone cord. She was sitting on the floor with her back against the
wall. Alice was naked and had a pair of panties stuffed in her mouth as a gag.
Joanna was sitting on the bed with Frank sitting on the floor facing Alice, a
gag in his mouth. His head was between Joanna's legs. Alice noticed that Frank
and Joanna both were naked.

"Welcome back, sleepy head," Joanna said to Alice, "I'm glad you could stick
around and play a while," and smiled. Alice didn't like the looks of this.
"Oh, just a thought, the panties in you mouth, they're mine. I thought you
should get use to the taste because before the evenings through, you're going
to be tongue-fucking me and enjoying every minute of it, isn't that right,
bitch?" Joanna said. When Alice didn't give any indication of replying, Joanna
moved forward on the edge of the bed so that the back of Frank's head was
against her cunt. Frank was wide eyed looking at Alice, panic unmistakeable on
his face. Joanna took her time. She ran her hands up and down her quads. The
muscles seem to dance beneather her fingers. "This turns Frank on," she told
Alice, "Before you woke up, I was giving Franky here a little muscle show.
Does it excite you too, Alice? "Again, Alice just glared at Joanna.

Joanna crossed her ankles in front of Frank. She wore her 3" stilettos and the
heels rested on Frank's crotch. She tightened, ever so slightly, her muscular
legs sent Frank squirming beneath the pressure. Joanna smiled and said to
Alice, "Why I think Frank is enjoying this, but you know, I could squeeze his
head hard enough to split his skull with these legs, would you like to see
that, Alice?" Alice did not reply, so Joanna increased the pressure. Now Frank
was thrashing between Joanna's legs, his heels and feet bumping the floor.
'It's a good thing we're on the ground floor' thought Joanna, that bumping
would be annoying if it was above us.

Joanna eased up and stood up allowing Frank to slump and fall over on his
side. Joanna reached behind the man and hauled him to a standing position with
her left hand. "Watch this, sweety," Joanna said, and pistoning her massive
right arm, drove her fist into Franks ribs, shattering 3 or 4 on his left
side. He blacked out and the muscle goddess let him fall again to the floor.
Joanna took another drink of her wine which had been sitting on the night
stand. She wheeled around and faced Alice. "What do you think of this body,
runt, is it not the most magnificent thing you've ever seen?" Joanna stood
there, towering over Alice with her legs spread and her hands on her hips. At
6'-6" with the heels on, she knew she commanded special attention.

Joanna rolled Frank over with one foot so that he was lying on his back. She
straddled his head and crouched over his face. With one hand, she parted the
lips of her labia and put them over his nose and mouth. She gave Alice a
wicked smile and said, "I bet Franky boy never went down on you did he? Well,
lets see if he's good at eating pussy, shall we?" Now, redirecting her
attention to the man beneath her, she said, "Come on Frank, get busy. Start
tounguing that clit." There was an audible, but muffled, slurpping sound.
Joanna smiled at Alice and said, "There, he's actually pretty good at that.
Maybe it was the fact that you're too tight. Spread those legs, 'sugar', let
Mistress Joanna have a look at your goods." Alice made no effort to spread her
legs. Joanna reached forward and grasping one of Alice's heels in each hand
spread her legs.

"Not very impressive, 'sugar'," Joanna said, realeasing Alices heels and
sitting back down on Frank's face. She wiggled her butt and Frank was moaning
and kicking his legs. After a few minutes, he was quiet and soon the leg
thrashing ended. "What do you think, 'sugar', is old Franky dead?" Joanna said
to Alice.

The muscle goddess got to her feet once more and looked down at the man lying
on the floor. More for show than anything else, she bent down so that Alice's
face was only inches from her ass and took Franks head in her hands. With one
quick motion, she snapped his neck. The snap was audible. Alice thought she
was going to be sick.

"OK, 'sweet cheeks', your turn to play, Mistress Joanna doesn't have all day.
So, what's it going to be, eat my pussy, suck my toes, and worship my
muscles?" Joanna asked. She got down in front of Alice, sitting on her heels
and pulled the panties from the woman's mouth. "Now that's a good girl. No
screaming and whenever you address me, you may call me 'Mistress Joanna', do
you understand, 'sugar'?" Joanna asked.

"Yes, mistress," Alice said in hopes of prolonging her life and possibly
escaping the same fate as Frank. Joanna smiled. She got up and stood there
stretching. It was obvious to Alice that she was thinking. The muscles seemed
to dance beneath the big woman's skin and she was rubbing her defined abs and
occasionally letting a finger or two slip into her pussy. Finally, Joanna went
to her suitcase which was on a chair in the corner. She picked something out
of it and disappeared into the bathroom. This was the opportunity that Alice
was waiting for. She managed to get her legs under her and stood up, shakily.
She was a little woosie from being on the floor so long and probably from
getting knocked out.

Alice hadn't even managed to take a step when the bathroom door opened and the
silouette of the muscle goddess filled the door frame. She couldn't see the
expression on Joanna's face or any details as the bathroom light backlit the
Amazon. "I see you're ready to play, little one," Joanna said, "Let's get this
party started, shall we?" and Joanna turned off the bathroom light and stepped
into the room. Alice's eyes widened and looked as if they'd pop out of her
head. Joanna was wearing her strap on 12-inch dildo. It stood straight out in
front of her like a lance. "Why don't you just lie down on the bed and let
Mistress Joanna do all the work, sweet cheeks." Joanna said. Alice was rooted
in place, still trying to take in the sight before her.

Joanna strode forward and placing a hand on each of the small woman's arms,
picked her up and threw her onto the bed. Without hesitation, Joanna was on
her in a flash. She spread the small womans legs and penetrated her with the
head of the strap on. Alice could take it no more and cried out. Joanna,
retrieving the panties from the bed beside Alice, roughly jammed them back in
Alice's mouth. "Shut the fuck up, bitch." Joanna sneared, "You're going to
take all 12-inches of this or die trying, do you understand?" Joanna continued
to pump away for what seemed like eternity, but was actually 20 minutes. She
was nearing a climax when she withdrew and moving the dildo aside and plucking
the gag from Alice's mouth, came in the small woman's mouth as she straddled
her head. "Take it and swallow it," Joanna told her.

"Ahhh, that's wonderful. Tongue my clit, slave, and clean me off." Joanna
commanded and Alice had no option but to comply. Once Joanna was satisfied,
she had Alice lick her own juices off the dildo.

"You did well servicing me, did you like eating me and swallowing my cum?"
Joanna asked. "Yes, Mistress," Alice said. Joanna smiled. She wasn't yet
convinced that Alice was obedient as she wanted her to believe.

"Let me show you something, Alice," Joanna said, "I want you to see what a
real muscle goddess can do. Remember I said I could crush your man's skull
with just my thighs, let me show you how that's done." She sat on the side of
the bed once more and positioned Franks head between her massive thighs. She
applied pressure evenly and soon Alice heard the crack of his skull. "Ahh,
that felt good!" Joanna exclaimed, "would you like to suffer the same fate?"
"No, Mistress," Alice said. "Good answer, Alice, now I'm going to untie you,
would you like that?" Joanna asked. "Oh, yes, Mistress," Alice said.

Joanna repositioned Alice on the bed and untied the telephone cord from around
her wrists. Before Alice could bring her right arm in front of her though,
Joanna gave it a quick pull upwards instantly dislocating Alice's shoulder.
The small woman screamed out and Joanna once again hit her on the side of her
head, knocking her out.

While Alice was out, Joanna dressed in her snake skin cat suit and
straightened the room. She then hauled Frank's body out to the trunk of her
rental car and then Alice's body. It was quite late and she needed to finish
up before sunup. Joanna drove out of town and continued for a half hour more.
She turned off the highway on a dirt road at random and a quarter mile later,
stopped and turned off the engine, dousing the headlights.

The landscape, lit only by the moon and stars, gave an eerie glow. She went
around to the trunk and opened it. Alice was just coming out of her sleep.
First she lifted the corpse of Frank out and litterally dropped it on the
ground. Then she reached in and lifted Alice out with a little more care.
"How's the shoulder, Alice?" Joanna asked. "It hurts like hell, bitch!" Alice
screamed. "No more play acting? Why, Alice, I'm disappointed in you," Joanna
said. "Listen, bitch, even if I have to walk out of this desert, I'm going to
go directly to the police and tell them what you did to Frank and how you
kidnapped me," Alice said.

Joanna reached down and grabbed Frank's flacid penis and using her razor sharp
nail's, tore the appendage loose from the corpse. Alice watched this in
stunned silence, her mouth open, with not a sound escaping. Joanna jammed the
cock into Alice's mouth and covered her mouth with the palm of her hand.
"Swallow that, bitch. That dead cock will be the last thing you put in that
disgusting mouth of yours," Joanna told the woman. Alice was gagging, trying
to expell the mass from her mouth. Joanna held tight, covering Alices nose as
well. Running out of air, Alice seemed to have no option but to try and
swallow. On the second try, she managed to get the cock down. It was like
swallowing a cold, flacid lump.

Joanna turned the woman to face her and held her tight against her chest, now
covering Alice's mouth with one of her tits. She continued to 'hug' the woman
until she felt her spine snap. Joanna whispered in Alice's ear before letting
her drop, "You picked the wrong goddess to fuck with, Alice." The
incapacitated woman now had a fractured spine and would be incapable of
walking. Joanna laid her on top of the lifeless body of Frank. "There ya' go,
sweet cheeks, maybe as you lay there dying, you can think of having one last
fuck," Joanna said as she got back in the car and made a U-turn to head back
to the highway.

As Joanna drove back to the hotel, she didn't think Alice (or for that matter
Frank) would last too long in the Mojave Desert. Coyote's or buzzards were
bound to find them and take their toll on the corpses.

The next day, Maria and Joanna met for breakfast. Anthony had not yet returned
to the hotel. This was their final day, but Joanna wasn't worried, she knew
Anthony could take care of himself.

"So how was your night, Maria?" Joanna asked. "Very good, Mistress, I met a
man at the bar and we wound up spending the night together. He just loved
making love to my muscles, if you know what I mean," Maria said. "Oh, believe
me, I know what you mean," Joanna said.

"And how was your night, Mistress?" Maria asked. "It was fine. You might even
say it was action packed. I met a nice couple and we all went for a drive
together. The desert is so beautiful at night," Joanna said.

The waitress came to fill their coffee cups, spilling some on the table. "This
server is not as good as the one we had last night," Maria commented. "I don't
think there will ever be another one like the one last night," Joanna said in
reply.

Joanna was looking forward to getting home. 'The desert sun could be brutal',
she thought, 'especially if you're stuck in the middle of it, lying in the
sand. Alice and Frank had simply picked the wrong person to screw with. They
wouldn't be making that mistake again.'