The transformation - part 17
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
The continuing saga of a muscle goddess and her exploits.


That Saturday, Joanna woke in a rather foul mood. Hank had left early that
morning for some sort of a police training seminar in the Bay Area. He wasn't
expected back until late Sunday evening. Perhaps it was the fact that she
found herself alone in the house.

Well, that wasn't entirely true, Anthony was there, but Maria had taken off
with Eduardo. They were fast becoming an "item" and Joanna suspected that one
day they'd want their own house like her brother, Jack, and Geri.

Anthony was making a 'catsuit' for her. She appreciated the effort the man put
into his work. She watched for a few minutes then told Anthony, "I'm going to
go for a drive and run into town to see Zoe at the boutique. I love the
'catsuit' you're making me, but need to pick up some other things." "All
right, Mistress, call if you need anything," Anthony said, "I won't be long
with this new 'catsuit', don't you love the material?" Joanna did like the
material. It was new and had almost irradescent sheen to the fabric. The print
was a muted leopard or cheetah.

Joanna pulled the truck out and rather than take the main road to town decided
to take a more roundabout route. She was driving along enjoying the open
hillside scenery and feeling her mood brighten when a car pulled out of one of
the wineries forcing Joanna to jam on the brakes. 'What an asshole,' Joanna
thought, 'this guy must be drunk.'

The car, now in front of Joanna, sped up then slowed to a crawl, it sped up
and slowed to a crawl. Joanna had had enough and honked her horn. The driver,
seemingly unaware of Joanna, extended his arm out the window and gave her the
finger. 'That did it,' Joanna thought, 'this son of a bitch needs to be taught
a lesson, drunk or not.'

Joanna sped up and passed the car on the left as soon as she came to a
straight enough section of road. She swerved back in her lane, cutting the car
off. The driver, a man in his late twenties or early thirties, jamed on his
brakes and brought the car to a halt on the shoulder of the road. He was out
of his car in a second, weaving, he approached Joanna's truck, "What the hell
do you think you're doing cutting me off?" he yelled.

Joanna could smell the alcohol on his breath. He clearly had no business
behind the wheel. "Look, mister, you're clearly drunk and you almost hit me
back there when you pulled out of that winery," Joanna said. "Yeah, so, what
are you, a cop?" the man said, 'besides, I didn't hit you now did I?" "Why
don't you sober up a bit before you get behind the wheel again?" Joanna asked.
"And why don't you just put a cork in it lady," he said, "I don't need some
bitch telling me what to do," and then he kicked at Joanna's truck, missing it
because of a balance issue, but just barely.

"Hey!" Joanna yelled, "Don't kick my truck," and opened the door. The drunk,
thinking he could keep Joanna in the car, tried to shut the door on her, but
Joanna merely applied a little pressure and the man slip backward on the lose
gravel.

"You cunt, you can't tell me what to do!" the man yelled. "Watch your
language, mister," Joanna said. "Or what, what are you going to do, call the
cops?" "If you don't shut up, I'm going to have to shut you up," Joanna said.
"Ohh, I'm sacared," the man said, "Now why don't you get back in that truck of
yours and get out of here?"

"OK, asshole, I've given you enough of a warning, Mistress Joanna is going to
have to teach you a lesson," she told him. The man just looked at her and
smiled, "Mistress Joanna, what are you some kind of a lesbian or what?" Joanna
gave the man a short jab to the mouth knocking out a couple of teeth and
bloodying his lip. She pulled her punch so the man, who was about 6'-0" tall,
didn't go down. "You big ass dike," he said, and hit Joanna in the abs with
his right. Joanna didn't flinch, the punch barely registered, but the man was
massaging his right fist. "What do you have under that shirt of yours, a
flack-jacket?" he said.

Joanna lifted her T-shirt to reveal her fantastic abs. "No flack-jacket,
asshole, just a lot of muscles," Joanna said. The man balled his fist and took
a jab at Joanna's chin, unfortunately he not only telegraphed the punch, but
he was slow and off target. Joanna caught the man's fist in her right hand and
squeezed, breaking a few bones in the process. "Ow! You cunt, you broke my
hand, I'm going to sue the shit out of you," he said. "I don't think so, ass
wipe," Joanna fired back.

"Come on little man, take your best shot," Joanna taunted the man. He gave
everything he had into a straight shot to Joanna's left breast, but it was
like hitting a slab of meat. She barely felt the blow and litterally laughed
at the man. "Is that the best you can do, fuck-face, I've seen little girls
who could punch better than that." The guy, angrier more than ever, decided to
kick Joanna in the shin. She caught his heel in her hand and lifted it up so
that he fell back on his ass. "Here, let me help you up," Joanna said, and
grabbed his injured right hand. She applied more pressure and felt more bones
give in her palm. She smiled because this was the most fun she had had in a
week.

'Think I'll take this back to the house before someone else comes along'
Joanna said to herself. With one hand she grabbed the man around the neck. Her
large hand almost encircled his scrawney neck. With just a little pressure,
the man passed out due to lack of oxygen. She tossed him in the back of her
truck and drove away.

Back at the Jaegger Compound, she took her 'guest' to the cave. She unlocked
the heavy metal door and, carried the man inside in a fireman's carry. He was
starting to come around and Joanna quickly undressed. She didn't want to get
any blood spatter on her clothes. The man got groggily to his feet and Joanna
ripped his shirt off and unbuckled his belt. He was trying to fight her off,
but he was over powered and out gunned.

"What the hell are you doing? Are you some sort of sick pervert?" he asked. "I
took your clothes off because I want to watch your skin turn purple from the
beating." Joanna said. "What beating?" the man asked. "The beating I'm going
to give you, you weak pathetic fuck." Joanna said. Now it was her turn to show
some rage.

"Look at this muscle, prick," and flexed her massive bicep. The man only
stared. "Or how about this leg, do you like my quads? They're 30-inches and
can easily crush you. I've killed men and women with just my legs. Hell, I can
open up that gut of yours with just my fingernail. Would you like to watch
while I gut you?" Joanna asked. "You're a sick fuck, lady, I'll give you that,
you're really twisted," the man said. Joanna calmly reached out with her index
finger and drew it across the man's chest. He didn't say anything and probably
didn't feel anything, but when he looked down and saw the thin ribbon of blood
along the cut she had made he got scared.

"You cut me, bitch. What did you do that for?" he asked. "Because I can,"
Joanna said and looked at her finger nails. "You know, I could strip the skin
right off your pathetic body with just my nails, and you know something else,
I have cut the dicks off of a couple of men with just my index finger. Would
you like to see?" Joanna said. "You twisted, fuck," he said. "You just don't
get it do you. It's that filthy mouth that got you in this mess, but you
continue to swear. You are slow on the uptake, aren't you?" Joanna said, "Now
you're going to have to feel a little pain."

Joanna grabbed the man and held him fast. She sat in an office chair and
placing his head between her vice like thighs, pried open his mouth. As he was
about to yell, she grabbed his tongue between her left index finger and thumb
and pulled it out as far as it would go. The man was squirming and thrashing.
Joanna calmly took her right index finger and with the nail, severed the
tongue. There was a lot of blood, but she put her panties in his mouth to stem
the flow. She held the severed tongue up so he could see it. The man passed
out and she let his body slump to the floor.

'Good,' she thought, 'quiet at last, no more talking for this guy,
unfortunately part of his love life will suffer because of not having a tongue
though'. The man was coming around now. He made mumbling sounds. Joanna stood
over the man. She was straddling him since letting his head drop from her lap.
She idlly touched his cock with her big toe. She grabbed the flacid member
between her big toe and second toe. She began to stroke him in this manner
with her foot. Soon there were signs of his cock waking up. Joanna smiled.
'It's all about having control,' she thought. With that thought she stroked
her own cock. It was now an amazing 6-inches and well over two-inches in
diameter.

"OK, little man, time for some humiliation. Mistress Joanna is going to fuck
you, would you like that?" she said. She picked his body off the floor and
laid him on the nearby desk. His butt cheeks were exposed and Joanna thrust
her member between them. She pumped and pumped and as she was nearing climax,
she reached underneath the man and felt his erection. She began to stroke him
in rythem with her thrusts. She felt him release his load at the same time she
exploded. "Very good, little man, this is one fuck that will be memorable for
both of us," she whispered in his ear. She then seized his gonads and crushed
them. The man bucked and moaned.

Joanna held the man fast to her chest. She wrapped her arms across his torso
and squeezed. She felt a rib snap, then a second and still a third. The man
slumped against her as he passed out.

This Amazon connected each of the man's wrists to the manacles hanging from
the ceiling. 'Time for a little heavy bag work,' Joanna thought. Before the
man was even conscious, she took jab after jab at his torso. It gave her great
delight to see the impact of her blows and how his skin turned a sickning
shade of purple.

She knew she was in a state of muscle frenzy yet she was powerless to control
it. It felt so good, no, beyond just 'good' to be able to pummel this asshole.
It wasn't even about him though really, she realized, she just wanted to
control, she wanted to destroy. She went to the fridge and filled her syringe
with 10 more cc's of the growth serum. She pumped a vein and set the needle,
slowly pushing the 10cc's into her bloodstream.

After 15-minutes, the drunk, who was still shackled to the ceiling, was coming
to. His first thought was that he was dreaming, or more accurately, in the
throughs of a nightmare. Before him stood a woman or a beast, he wasn't sure
which, that was at least 7'-0" tall. She had massive shoulders and huge biceps
and breasts. The abs appeared almost armor plated with deep furroughs. As he
gazed down, between this behemoths massive legs hung a 10-inch cock. He had
something jabbed in his mouth, but was screaming at the top of his lungs. He
didn't hear a sound escape, but he knew he was screaming. How could you not
faced with a creature like this?

Joanna or what had once been Joanna smiled a broad grimace. "Do you like what
you see little man," Joanna asked, "I'm the muscle queen. I'm the strongest
man or woman you will ever see." She smiled to herself knowing she would be
the last person he saw. There was a small jar on the desk nearby that she took
a finger full of cream from and began stroking her cock. 'I must be
delusional' he thought. As she stroked her member, it grew. It must be nearly
a foot in length, he thought.

She strode forward and with one hand, reached up and broke the chain holding
his right wrist to the ceiling. She did the same with his left restraint. He
hearly collapsed on the floor. She grasped his hair in her left hand and
removed her panties from his mouth. "Come to mama, you fuck," she said and
rammed her cock into his mouth. His head felt as if it would explode and he
quickly passed out. Joanna thrust and thrust, doing massive damage to the
man's skull. Her pelvis shattered his jaw and facial bones. She withdrew and
was pleased to see tissue and blood on her member. She masturbated and came in
a stream that landed ten feet from where she stood.

She bent down and picked up the man by one leg and held him aloft as if he was
a doll. She closed her hand around his flacid cock and plucked it from his
body. 'See, asshole, I told you I could remove a man's dick by just ripping it
from his body' Joanna thought. She tossed the dead man against the wall, the
body landing with a thump.

'I better shower before going in,' she thought. She let herself in the back
door and entering the lab, showered there. She had to duck to get through the
doorways. She toweled off and went in search of Anthony. 'He'll have to start
on a new 'catsuit' as soon as possible' Joanna thought. She found Anthony in
the family room watching an old movie, 'King Kong'. He didn't hear her enter,
but noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned quickly and
jumped to his feet. "Mistress, you're huge!" Anthony blurted. Joanna, caught
off guard, said, "Yes, apparently I'll need you to make another 'catsuit' and
I'll have to drive into town and get some other clothes." "But, but, I'm not
sure you'll fit in the truck, Mistress," Anthony said, his eyes wide.

Joanna was trasfixed by the movie. This is probably how I appear to others. A
'monster' a muscle bound gorilla. "Anthony, what do you think of my new body?"
she asked. "You're huge, mistress, I've never seen a man or woman as big as
you, and your cock," Anthony said, licking his lips as they suddenly seemed
dry, "it's magnificent." That's the word Joanna was looking for,
'magnificent'. "Would you like to pleasure me, Anthony? Would you like
Mistress Joanna to pleasure you?" she asked. "Oh, yes Mistress, I'd like
both," Anthony said.

He went and knelt before Joanna. He had to crane his neck to reach her cock.
It was still approximately 12-inches and as he tongued her, he could feel it
stiffen. "OK, Anthony, grab that chair, let your Mistress have your ass,"
Joanna said. Anthony did as instructed and Joanna penetrated the feminine
Anthony. He gasped. No sooner than the head of her 'she-cock' penetrated his
butt, Joanna was thrusting. She was vaguely aware of Anthony's moaning and
cries of discomfort. She barely felt his slapping her thighs. She was lost in
the muscled frenzy of pleasuring herself. Finally after 20-minutes, Joanna
climaxed. Her cum flowed. It was only then when she withdrew that she noticed
the flow of blood from Anthony's sphincter.

"Anthony," she called and tried to rouse him. He wasn't responding. 'But how
could this be?' she thought, 'We've had our little play time before. He must
have had a heartattack or something, gotten over excited.' Joanna's mind was
racing. 'Oh, my, I think I disemboweled him with my cock. What should I do?'
Joanna carried Anthony's lifeless body to the cave and laid him next to the
stranger. She returned to the house. 'I'll have to clean the stain on the
carpet,' she thought.

As she was cleaning the family room carpet and glancing at the King Kong
movie, she heard a car door slam in the driveway. A key sounded in the lock
and Hank entered. He was dressed casually in slacks and sports shirt and
carrying his overnight bag. "Joanna, I'm home," he called out. "I'm in the
family room, honey," she replied.

As Hank stepped through the doorway into the family room he was not prepared
for what he saw. Joanna, kneeling, cleaning the carpet with a towel stood.
"Holy shit, Joanna, you took another dose of that transformation serum? You've
gone too big now." "But, Hank, don't you still love my muscles?" she asked and
did a double bicep pose that brought her arms to an astounding 21-inches.
"Don't you want to make love to my muscles?" Joanna asked in a rather husky
voice. She was now rubbing her hands over her plated abs and her massive
breasts. There was a bit of seepage from her nipples as she fingered them, but
she didn't seem to notice. She also didn't seem to notice that her 'she-cock'
had drops of seminal fluid dripping onto the carpet. "I'm getting hot," She
said huskily, "I need to make love to you, Hank, and I need to do it now".

She strode forward and ripped the shirt off his body, not bothering with the
buttons. She then grasped the waistband of his pants and snapping the leather
belt, ripped the pants in half. "Hey," Hank said, "be careful." "What's the
matter, baby," Joanna said, "can't handle your muscle goddess any more?" She
smiled and pushed him down to the floor and straddled his body. Her cock was
on Hanks chest, seminal fluid pooling at its head.

Hank was a big man, but Joanna was larger and seemed almost in a preditorial
mood. Hank's brain was reeling. "You still love me, don't you Hank? I know you
do, so I have to tell you, I had a little accident with Anthony," Joanna said,
"No one else was here and I was so lonely, and Anthony, well, you know, he
wanted me, I swear he did." Joanna was rambling now. "Anyway, I hurt him,
Hank. I hurt him real bad, but you still love me, don't you Hank?" "Of course,
honey, I still love you," Hank said, but was thinking, 'What the hell is going
on here?' "And that drunken guy, I didn't mean to kill him, either, but he
just wouldn't shut up. I had to shut him up, teach him a lesson," Joanna
continued. "What drunk guy, what did you do, Joanna?" Hank asked. Joanna told
him the whole story. She didn't leave anything out, in fact; Hank would have
swore she rather enjoyed relating every detail of crushing and destroying this
stranger.

"There's been others too, Hank, quite a few others. Like that woman in the
burnt out car up in the hills. She was rude and I killed her, Hank. I had to."
Joanna confessed. Hank's mind was a blur. What was she confessing to? He was a
cop. Did she know what she did was wrong? Did this 'transformation serum'
finally get to her brain? So many questions, she was going to have to give a
formal statement down at the precint, but how was he going to get her down
there.

"Joanna, honey, let's go to bed. I think you've had a long day and you need
some rest," Hank said, "and besides, I want to make love to you." Joanna
smiled down at Hank. "Why Hank, you do love me," she said and got up and even
helped him to his feet. They went to the bedroom and Joanna lay on the bed.
"You know what would be exciting, honey, if I handcuffed you to the bed. Play
a little game of 'cops and robbers', how about that?" Hank said. "Whatever you
want, Love, just don't keep Joanna waiting," she replied. He snapped cuffs to
her wrists and the headboard.

Hank stroked her muscles and sucked her nipples which were about an inch long
and almost as big around. 'This last dose of transformation serum had really
played hell with her metabolism' Hank thought, 'I've got to time this just
right or I'm toast.' He stroked himself to an erection and even put some of
the enlargement cream to work. He entered Joanna after moving her cock aside.
It felt strange having that against his belly, but this whole experience with
Joanna has been strange he thought.

They fell into a rythem. As they climaxed together, Joanna was letting out
little cries of extasy. "Joanna, you know you have to come down to the station
and give a formal statement of everything you told me," Hank said, trying to
make it sound normal and commonplace. Joanna blinked a couple of times then
said, "Are you going to arrest me, Hank?" "No, honey, I just want you to come
down and give a statement, that's all," Hank said. Joanna stiffened her arms
and there was a sound of metal bending. Hank, still on top of her saw no
exertion or change in the expression on her face. Finally Joanna smiled and
flexed her mighty shoulders. The headboard came apart as if it was hit with a
wrecking ball. Hank was thrown to the floor beside the bed. Joanna got up and
strode from the room. Hank could hear her go through the house and into the
lab. He grabbed his gun from the nightstand drawer and headed for the lab. As
he entered, she was standing at the counter with her syringe sticking from a
vein.

She was growing even more. She turned and noticed Hank. "I don't think I want
to go to the station, Hank" Joanna said, "I don't think you can make me." She
was now well in excess of 7' tall and with one fist, she hit the lab stainless
steel counter top, driving her fist through the metal. "That's what I'm
talking about, Hank" she said, "Shit, I have to take a piss, watch this, baby,
watch what your little Joanna can do." Hank stood there in shock as Joanna
peed on the same stainless counter top that she had just destroyed. The metal
started to bubble from the reaction of her uric acid. "Ahhh, that feels good,"
she said as she continued to piss on what was now scrap metal. She smiled and
asked Hank, "Impressed? Watch this." She picked up an office chair and crushed
it against her massive chest. She reduced it to rubble and taking one of the
metal arms from the chair, bent it with one hand, and said, "Now that's what I
call a muscle goddess, don't you Hank?"

She turned to Hank and took two strides toward him with an evil smile on her
face. Hank raised the Glock and fired off three quick shots. Both hit their
mark of center mass. Joanna stopped and looked down at her chest area. Three
holes were there, one to the right of the sternum and two to the left. They
were oozing blood. "Damn, Hank, I didn't think you had the balls to do that,"
she said. As she looked up, he fired off two more shots, these too hit their
mark. Both shots hit in the center of her forehead about an inch above the
bridge of her nose. Joanna's eyes rolled back and the behemoth fell to the
floor without breaking her fall.

Hank sighed. It was finally over. It would take some time to gather all the
facts, but Joanna had been out of control. Obsessed with muscle lust? Muscle
growth? Shear power? Hank wasn't sure what, but he had to do what he did, she
would have ripped him apart.

He quickly gathered what was remaining of the 'transformation serum' and the
enlargement cream. He went to the cave and found the body of a stranger and
Anthony. He would have to make notification to Jack and he was sure Maria
would be home soon.

He redressed and called his precinct. Soon, the entire Jaegger compound was
overrun with police. Maria and Eduardo arrived home to find the house cordoned
off. Hank saw her and brought the two past the yellow tape. He explained what
had happened and she caught sight of a body bag being loaded into the
coroner's van. Hank told her about the stranger and Anthony. Maria cried and
fell into Eduardo's arms.

Jack and Geri came to the house as some of the police prescence was clearing
out. By this time Joanna's body had been removed. Hank tried to explain what
had happened, but it was clear that Jack mourned his sisters death, even
though he himself said that he saw signs that her love of her own muscles was
'out of control'. Geri knew she'd miss Joanna too but was glad she had had the
opportunity to be part of the transformation and happier still that she and
Jack were together.

Zoe, Mary and Bob, Eva, Amy and her husband and a host of others would miss
Joanna. To say she was a 'moving force' in each of their lives would have been
an understatement. Each was certainly touched by the muscle goddess in some
way.

No actions were brought against Jack. Hank, as typical of all police
shootings, was investigated. He was cleared of any wrong doing in the shooting
of Joanna and it was ruled self defense. Maria and Eduardo moved out of the
house, finding a place of their own with the help of the realtor, Eva.

Hank truly loved Joanna but knew she had been lost in her own quest for power.
She had become addicted to her own 'transformation serum', the same chemical
that he had locked away prior to the police showing up that night.

Hank was not alone in the big house. Once all the stories of the shooting and
the killings of the stranger and Anthony had run there course in the tabloids
and on the evening news, Eva moved in with him. She had always loved the house
and Hank was a stud. Besides, she knew he appreciated muscles and worshipped
her for the goddess she was and was to become. Perhaps the torch had been
passed in the transformation of one muscle goddess to the next. Time and
desire would tell.

Author's Note: Thank you for reading 'The Transformation' series. I hope you
have enjoyed reading them as much as I've enjoyed writing them - Muscle Fan