Paolo's Story, pt. 2
by J. Pardo


This has extremely sexual situations and should not be read by those
under 18.




Paolo was very happy in the morning. He was sore from all the exertion
during the night, but Tara was next to him so he felt very content. 

"Hi Lover", Tara said as she awoke.

Paolo smiled and reached over giving her a big hug, which she returned.
He felt his loins stir and she noticed the pressure against her thigh.
He pulled away to put on another condom. She took the opportunity to
jump out of bed and relieve her own pressure. He patiently waited for
her to return, but after 10 minutes decided to go to her. She had
fainted.

Panicking he picked her up and placed her on his bed. Then, without
thinking, ran out to get his mother.

"MOM!" Paolo yelled. His mother came running to him. She stopped when
she saw his nakedness. "Tara's fainted," he explained.

"When's the last time she ate?" Paolo's Mom asked her son calmly.

"About 8PM last night," Paolo said.

"Than the girl must have low blood sugar and needs food," she
explained. "Go get something on while I get her something to eat."

Paolo ran back into his bedroom and quickly dressed, shoving his now
deflated penis with condom still attached into his pants.  He looked at
Tara with concern. He wondered if he had done something to her.

Mom came in an saw Tara in her full beauty, and was very impressed with
her muscularity. Very large biceps, breasts that jutted out not needing
any support, although her breast muscles provided plenty.  Caught in a
daydream, she was startled when Paolo spoke. 

"Will she be alright?" Paolo asked with concern.

"Well, her lips are not blue, and she seems to be breathing regularly,
so I think once we get food into her she'll be fine" his mother said
with confidence.

She had brought juice and cookies, and proceeded to feed Tara.

Tara's eyes fluttered as she tasted the sweet drink. the sugar
activated her brain, and she became more aware. Realizing she was
hungry, she lustily drank the juice. She sat up, her prominant breasts
bounced slightly. She recognized Paolo's mother and quickly pulled the
bedsheet around her.

"No need to do that, my dear. They're not anything I haven't seen
before, and I'm sure Paolo has," Paolo's mom said

"But I don't even know you, Mrs..." Tara said flustered.

"Bolo, Joanna Bolo, but please call me Mom," Joanna said.

"Why are you treating me this way? Don't you care that I might be a
prostitute?" Tara asked.

"Well, you're a modest prostitute if you are one at all, besides you
made my Paolo happy.  I was worried that he'd be a loner and turn to
crime, but you should have seen the look of fear on his face, when he
thought you were ill.  He's in love. He's never been in love before,
always running around with the wrong crowd, never caring about anybody
but himself. You changed him, and I love you for it," Joanna started
crying.

Tara was very moved by her words, and started to cry herself. She ran
from the bed and embraced Joanna. She was very happy there.

"Mama, I'm so sorry for the way I've acted.  I needed some direction in
my life, and Tara pointed the way.  What can I do? I don't have any
skills," Paolo said, embarrased.

"I happen to know a wonderful Systems Analyst who goes by the name
Peter, I'm sure he'll be of great help to you.  He says he owes me a
favor for preventing injury when he crashed his car, when using my
invention. I'll call him right now. In the meantime, make yourself
useful, and fix your girl some real breakfast," Mom said.

"I can do it, Mom," Tara said, and jumped out of bed, only to feel
faint again, and sitting down.

Paolo ran over to her, and gentle helped her up. She rested on him as
she slowly walked to the dining room. He put her in a chair, then ran
back to get a blanket in case she was cold.

Joanna was already in the kitchen preparing eggs and bacon.  She
figured the girl needed protein, and this would be the fastest method.

"Hey, let me do that!" Paolo said, "you said for ME to fix it."

"Wow, my son finds this beautiful girl, he falls in love, and he wants
to make breakfast. Miracles DO happen," she said smiling.

"Oh, Mom," Paolo said blushing.

Paolo piled the eggs and bacon on Tara's plate. She ate them all before
he had a chance to sit down.

"Still hungry?" Paolo asked.

"Famished!" Tara responded.

"Here, you can have mine. I'll get more.  Just don't eat so fast," he
ordered.

Joanna enjoyed seeing Paolo fuss over his girl.  She knew he had found
the right girl, and hoped he wouldn't blow this opportunity. She left
the two lovebirds to make her phonecall.

"Hello," Peter said.

"Hi, Peter. Joanna Bolo here," Joanna said as if she knew him all her
life.

"Joanna," Peter exclaimed, "it's good to hear from you.  How have you
been?"

"I've been fine, Peter, thanks.  I'm calling about my son, Paolo. For a
long time, he was a real troublemaker, causing great mischief, not
knowing what he wants to do with his life.  Now he's found a
girlfriend, and you should see the change in him.  It's a miracle!  He
doesn't have any real work skills, and I was wondering if you would
talk with him, to help him get started," Joanna begged.

"I'd be glad to.  I'll be through with my project at 5pm.  I can come
over afterwards, if you'll give me the address," Peter answered
willingly.

She gave him the address and directions to her place.

"We'll have dinner waiting for you," Joanna said

"That would be fine," Peter agreed, "I'm looking forward to it."

Paolo and Tara were cleaning up the dishes when Mom appeared. Such a
lovely couple, she thought. Soulmates.

"Peter will be over for dinner, so we need to get the place cleaned
up," Mom ordered.

"We'll do the living room," Tara said.

"And I'll do the kitchen and bathrooms," Mom responded.

In the living room, Paolo and Tara worked efficiently together. Paolo
did encounter trouble when lifting the sleeper-sofa.

"Wow, this thing must weigh a ton," Paolo said through clinched teeth.

Tara walked over and squatted next to the sofa. Placing her hands under
each corner, she quietly grunted and lifted the side. Paolo looked at
her large muscular arms and legs, and felt his passion stirring.  He
went over to her kissing her triceps.

"Paolo, I love you, but can you please vacuum under this sofa?" Tara
ordered.

Sheepishly, Paolo turned his attention to his assigned duty. When he
was done, Tara gently put the sofa down, and went around to the other
side, lifting that up. Paolo finished under there, and before Tara was
able to put the sofa down, Paolo installed the brush attachment, and
gently massaged Tara's back with the hard bristles.

So relaxing was the massage that Tara nearly dropped the sofa. Paolo
ran behind her and added his strength to her effort. He could feel the
bulges of her muscle groups as they stretched taut.  She enjoyed
feeling him next to her and started gyrating her hips. They aroused
Paolo even more. His penis pressed hard against his pants as if trying
to escape.

Though beginning an erotic frenzy, Tara started to put the sofa down.
Paolo saw her efforts and bent his legs to follow her motion. Once the
sofa was down, they both ran to the bedroom and stripped. Paolo ripped
open a condom and jammed it on his pulsing member. Tara straddled him
on her knees and rode him like a bucking bronco. As hard as he tried to
wait, he soon was gushing. Tara could feel the balloon head rise within
her, then the unplanned happened, it burst.

She knew immediately that her life would be forever changed, but she
had no idea how much.  She started growing.  Her muscles, large from
exercise, became enormous. Her 14 inch biceps became 20, then 25. She
flexed and her blouse could not contain it. Her respectible 36C breasts
swelled to 44FF, and her bra broke after having stretched to it's
limits.  Paolo could see the transformation, and was amazed.  How could
that have happened?

"Tara, you're looking like Supergirl, without the costume", Paolo
yelled.

"I feel like Supergirl," Tara said, getting off the bed, and bending to
lift it and Paolo off the ground, one-handed. She noticed his rock
collection, and grabbed a large quartz rock.  She squeezed it in her
hand until it crumbled into powder. 

Tara grabbed Paolo and rammed his mouth on her right breast. "Oh baby,
I feel so tight. It hurts! Make it stop hurting," she demanded.

Paolo began to suck, slowly at first, then more greedily as she begged
him to go harder.  Nothing happened at first, then her tight breast
relaxed as the milk began to flow. Loud gulps were heard as he
swallowed, he continued for 45 seconds than jerked his head up
involuntarily.  He was sufficating and needed air.  His chest rose as
he inhaled deeply, then he attacked the other breast. 

Tara was so grateful that she opened herself to him and clamped on his
penis. She milked him as he was milking her. She noticed his penis
expanding within her as his body transformed to that of a
superheavyweight bodybuilder. He was in such ectasy that he hardly
noticed. Everything about him grew including his brain capacity.
Finally he could take no more as he drifted into unconsciousness.

Tara noticed that he had stopped pumping and was gently sleeping. She
soon followed him in slumber.

Paolo woke with a start. Peter was coming, he must get ready. As he sat
up he remembered that Tara was on him, and his motion caused her to
spill onto the floor. He stood up to help her and noticed his legs had
grown tremendously. He turned to his full-length mirror and was amazed
at what he saw. He could have passed for Mr. Olympia. He flexed his
muscles hard. Large ropes of veins appeared on his 30 inch biceps. He
was a god, no one could touch him.

"HEY!", Tara shouted. "What about me?"

He looked down and saw Tara. She had fallen all akimbo, tangled up in
the sheets. He smiled at her as he lifted her up with one arm. "My, you
are lovely," he said passionately kissing her.

"You're not too bad yourself, Hercules!" She responded.

Mom knocked on the door. "Hey lovebirds, Peter's coming remember?" she
reminded them sweetly.

"Mom," Paolo said, "we got a problem."

Mom rushed in to see two gargantuan bodies staring back at her.  She
was about to scream when she recognized Paolo. "What happened to you?"
she yelled.

"I wish I knew," Paolo said frustrated at his ignorance. "I was making
love to Tara using a condom like I've always done, except this time I
got a little too excited, and released a large load of cum, er, I mean
semen, which broke the condom. I couldn't stop the flow, and then I
noticed that Tara was getting bigger. She already looked
magnificent..." Tara smiled at the compliment "when she really took
off. Her body swelled. He biceps became enormous, and her breasts grew
to look like cow udders.  She shoved me onto her right breast and
demanded that I suck. What could I do but comply, willingly I might
add, and wound up like this."

"So it finally happened.... Dr. Amator said something like this might
happen," Mom said. "You may not remember but many years ago you were
very sick, I was visiting Teresa where she worked and asked her to
help. She rushed you over to St. Amator's where they administered
Lizade. You got well, and we thought nothing of it when you didn't
grow.  Now I know the strength-enhancing virus in the Lizade went into
dormant state until you were ready to use it."

"I had some too," Tara said, "when the Academy girls helped fight Don
Amici.  It was a small amount but it did make me stronger. I hadn't had
my period yet, so I just built up from there. When I got that boost
from Paolo, it must have activated what was in me."

"So now what?' Paolo asked.

"Now you play Arnold Schwarzenner in the movies, or work in
construction, or do anything you damn well please," Mom said. "And Tara
can do what she likes."

"What I like is to be part of this family, officially.  Paolo, will you
marry me?" Tara asked boldly.

Many thoughts were going around in his head, all of them having Tara in
the picture. She saw his hesitation and thought she had misspoke, that
his love for her was not as strong as her love for him.

"Without hesitation," he said.

"Then why did you hesitate?" Tara ask.

"I was waiting for you to get on your knee," he said smiling.

"I'll do better than that," she said, picking him up and putting him
over her knee, spanking him lightly.

Just this gentle contact was arousing him.

"Ahem!" Mom said, "we DO have company coming shortly."

"And we have no clothes to wear," Paolo said.

"Wrap some sheets around you like you were in early Rome, and I'll tell
Peter we were having a toga party."

"Brilliant, Mom!" Tara said proudly.

The doorbell rang.

"That's probably Peter, get dressed 'children'," Mom said with a grin,
then left.

As much as they wanted to, they refrained fom sex. Concentrating on
creating togas. Even with a toga, Paolo could see Tara's magnificent
form, her fabulous breasts jutting out underneath the fabric. 

Speaking of jutting, Tara said laughing, "Is that a banana in your
toga, or are you happy to see me?"

"Very happy! very very happy," he said blushing.

"Well, think about taking cod liver oil. That unpleasent thought should
distract you to allow you to deflate," Tara said trying to get his mind
off her.

"Yuck! Hey you're right, it's working," Paolo said, looking down.

"Let's go before you perk up again," Tara ordered, "you first."

Paolo opened the door and went out to meet Peter, Tara soon followed.

"Paolo, it's a pleasure meeting you. Your mom has been bragging about
you," Peter said shaking Paolo's hand.

"The feeling is mutual," Paolo said, "and this is my fiance, Tara."

Peter looked up to see a muscle goddess. For a full 15 seconds he could
do nothing but stare.

Joanna interrupted his thoughts, "Tara is from the Gymnasts Academy."

Peter suddenly realized what he had done, and turned bright red. "I'm
very sorry for staring, Tara. I'm usually not that way, but you're
stunningly beautiful."

Paolo felt a twinge of jealosy until Peter said, "my wife and daughter
would love to meet you.  My daughter is into fitness, and you would be
her ideal."

Tara spoke boldly, "I've never affected a grown man that way before,
and it pleases me, Peter. I would love to meet your family."

Peter was visibly relieved that she was not insulted.  "So, Paolo, your
Mom was saying that you needed a direction in your life. Are you
mathematically inclined?" Peter asked.

"I've always enjoyed math. I seem to have a knack for relationships,"
Paolo smiled as he looked at Tara. She grinned back.

"How about the sciences?" Peter asked?

"Those came easily to me too. I was bored in class and used to insult
the teacher, but I did know the concepts," Paolo said.

"I brought my laptop, I want to show you a conceptualized model I was
working on, see if you can figure it out," Peter said, setting up the
computer.

Paolo recognized the first image he saw as a virus. He could tell by
the spokes with their enzymatic signatures. "So it's a virus," he said.

Peter was pleasantly surprised at the recognition. "Yes, but it's a
special virus, one that could change the world," he said. "but it's
flawed. I can't get it to replicate."

"What are you creating here?" Paolo asked, concerned that Peter was
trying to dabble into things which he shouldn't. 

Peter saw the concern on his face. "Dr. Amator, of the famous Strength
Insitute in Genoa, gave me the prototype to create an artificial virus.
His natural ones were becoming less plentiful, and he wanted to
maintain a good supply.  They have a cycle, and they original ones,
created many years ago, are decaying. He heard about nanotechnology and
wanted me to create a hybrid nanovirus, but so far it's lead to
failure."

Paolo, with his increased brain capacity, could see the problem almost
immediately. "What are you using as a bond to meld the two together?"

"A silicon-based covalant bond," Peter replied. 

"Well, that's your problem, you need an oxygen-based bond because it
bonds with both silicon and carbon," Paolo explained.

"But O2 is unstable in that environment," Peter responded.

"Yes, but TriOx isn't," Paolo answered.

"TRIOX, of course," Peter yelled. "It's all so simple. The extra
molecule strengthens the bond, allowing for replication without
degradation. Excuse me, I need to run back to the lab to run sample
tests, but I need a human subject."

"I'll do it," Joanna said. "I know if Paolo says it's okay, then I'm
safe."

"It should be just fine, Mom," Paolo said, "if it does't work, it'll
just degrade and be eliminated through your excretory system."

Mom left with Peter, after saying their goodbyes.

"Care for some banana cream pie?" Paolo asked, his penis growing
underneath his toga.

"Is it fattening?" tara asked ripping off his sheet.

Paolo looked down, "it certainly is," yanking off her toga.

"Feed me," she said, throwing him on the couch.

He jammed his penis into her moist, waiting, vagina, and after 10
minutes of pumping proceeded to fill it with cream.

Peter arrived at his office. He took a sample of Joanna's blood, and
stored it. Then he added the TriOx into his equation, and created a
microscopic nanoprobe of the virus. He inserted it into the blood
sample and waited for a reaction. The volume of the sample grew. He
then examined the results under an electron microscope and saw that the
virus had replicated just as predicted.

He filled a syringe with the modified blood and injected it back into
Joanna.

"Oh, dear, I feel it working. I think I better lie down," Joanna said.

Peter directed her to a coach in the staff lounge. He sat close by her
to assist her. She was looking pale and gently moaning as if in pain.

"Something's happening," she yelled. Truly it was the case. Her fingers
were expanding, growing six inches long and developing veins. Her arms
were next, the ulna and radius bones grew to one and a half their size.
Large ropy muscles were forming. "AHHH, I need to eat, NOW!!!!" 

Peter ran to the vending machines and started buying candy randomly.

She grabbed them from his hand hardly noticing the wrappers. 

"Protein, I need protein, and calcium," Joanna demanded.  

Peter looked in the refrigerator, luckily someone had brought a large
carton of milk and a roast beef sandwich.  He grabbed the milk and
sandwich and ran to her. She shoved the sandwich in her mouth, barely
chewing, and washed it down with the milk.

"Better, I feel much better," she said.

Peter scribbled a note saying it was an emergency and threw it in the
sandwich bag along with a $20 bill to cover the lunch.

With the extra boost, her muscles expanded greatly, as did her size.
She finally quit at 7 ft, but her muscles couldn't be contained and her
clothes ripped open.

Using the toga trick, Peter wrapped her in the sheet. "We're going out
to eat, I'm sure you could still use more food," Peter insisted.

"Yes, that wasn't nearly enough," Joanna replied.

They left together to go to an upscale restaurant, Chez Boeuf, where
the toga wouldn't be noticed. Peter in his haste left his laptop and
samples unguarded in the lab. He did not see the theif who took them.

Peter had come to the restaurant many times, and was well known by the
maitre 'd. He was quickly seated, and took the liberty of ordering for
the both of them. Peter enjoyed Joanna's company. He knew the
relationship would be strictly platonic, but seeing the large muscles
that had formed on Joanna was tempting. Peter decided to be bold.
"We've known each other for a long time, Joanna, so I'm going to ask
you bluntly. Why have you been such a loner?  Yes, I know that you have
Paolo, but he's a big boy now, and engaged, so you won't have to worry
about him anymore."

Joanna was thoughtful for a few minutes. She knew that Peter was not
coming on to her, he was like a brother to her, and she refused to see
him in any other light. "I haven't found the right guy yet," she
answered truthfully.

"So where have you looked?" Peter asked.

"I really haven't been looking, between Paolo and my job, I haven't had
time to look," Joanna replied.

"Well, it just so happens that I know this guy, a real sweet guy, who
would love to meet you. His name is Jay.  He's another researcher that
I've come to know and respect," Peter said.

"Ok, I'm game, when can I meet him?" Joanna asked.

"I'll arrange for a meeting tomorrow night. In the meantime, our food
is coming. Let's eat," Peter said, as two large steak dinners arrived.

Joanna's need to eat overcame her manners and she picked up her steak
and ripped into it. She had polished it off before Peter had finished a
bite. She, then, devoured the contents of her plate within seconds.
Peter smiled at the sight. Joanna finally looked up and saw Peter's
expression. She pulled out a small mirror from her purse and saw the
reason for Peter's bemusement. A mashed potato mustache was protruding
from under her nose. She involuntarily sneezed and the hardened
mustache broke loose from her face, bounced off her enormous breasts,
and landed in Peter's water glass. Peter laughed so hard that he bent
over, shoving his face in his own mashed potatoes. He lifted his face
and a newly formed beard appeared. This set Joanna off, and both were
laughing hysterically.  When they had calmed down, Peter noticed that
Joanna was a lot closer to him. Her breasts had enlarged, and her
nipples were inches from his head, although she was still sitting
across from him.

"Oh, dear," she exclaimed. "I'm terrible embarrassed."

"Don't be, it's just a side effect of the virus. We will have to cover
those up, however.  I do want to be able to eat in here again," Peter
said.  

He deftly grabbed the tablecloth in two places, and yanked quickly. The
table setting stayed in place, but he now had the tablecloth. "Newton
comes through again," Peter said happily, and covered as much of her
breasts as possible.

He called the waiter over for the check.

"Forget it!" the man said, "the bill's already been paid."

"By whom?" Peter asked.

"The Maitre'D. Just yesterday he was lamenting the fact that he
recently had erectile dysfunction (I've known this guy for years).
Seeing the lovely lady and her obvious charms cured him. He left early
to surprise his wife, and paid the bill before he left."

Peter and Joanna thanked the waiter, and gave him a big tip. As they
were passing the Maitre'D's station they noticed a spreading wet spot
on the podium, and smiled.

When they arrived back at the lab, Peter discovered the theft. He was
very distraught that all his research, which he spent months
developing, was gone. Even the blood sample was missing. He then
started to fear. In the wrong hands, his discovery could have deadly
consequences. Someone could create a race of superhumans capable of
causing great destruction.

"I'm calling Paolo and Tara. Paolo saw your research, maybe he can help
reconstruct the data", Joanna said.

"Good idea," Peter said. "I'll call the Police."

Within 15 minutes the Police had arrived to investigate the crime. They
dusted for fingerprints, and were about to leave when Detective Buono
noticed a broken vial thrown in a clothes hamper. It was standing up
and still had some blood in it.  He called Peter over.

"There's still enough for a specimen," Peter said grimly.

He took the sample to his electron microscope. The blood had large,
robust, red blood cells, as well as tiny microchips which were the
nanoprobes. He noticed a foreign body, and determined that it was the
theif's. He carefully extracted the body and did a DNA analysis on it.
He gave the results to Buono. 

"Maybe we can do a DNA match back at headquarters, in the meantime, go
home and get some rest," Buono ordered, and left with his men.

Peter stayed around to search for other possible evidence when Paolo
and Tara arrived. 

"Where's your restrooms?" Paolo asked. "We left in kind of a hurry."

Peter gave him directions.

Paolo and Tara excused themselves and found the restrooms. Upon
entering Paolo heard a faint noise. Tensing and ready to strike, he
ripped off the door to the nearest stall, and found a battered and
bruised man, bleeding from a gash in his side. He carefully lifted the
man, and kept pressure on the wound. Then he met Tara outside the
restrooms and ran to find Peter and Mom.

"Help me!" Paolo yelled. Peter and Joanna ran out to his call, and saw
Jay.  

"JAY!" Peter yelled, "what happened?" Jay was too weak to answer. 

"I need to give him a shot, but first I must extract it from Joanna,"
Peter said.

Peter went in search of a syringe. Jay was near death, so Paolo asked
Tara to breastfeed him.

Without hesitation, Tara brought Jay to her breast. She expressed some
milk which dribbled into his mouth. He weakly swallowed, but felt
stronger. His lips moved so Tara allowed him to suck. As more of her
life-saving milk was ingested Jay became more coherent. Finally he
gulped with enthuasiam. His muscles expanded and healing, blood
clotting agents were sent to the wound site. By the time Peter
returned, Jay was up and walking, feeling stronger now than he ever did
in his life.

Jay went to over to Peter, "what took you so long?" Jay said smiling.
"Now that I think of it, I prefer her way better."

Tara blushed slightly. "Don't think that'll happen again," Tara said
wagging her finger and smiling. "That was a one shot thing."

"It was more than one shot, I should know!" Jay said, laughing.

"Whatever!" Tara said, grinning.

Peter made the introductions. "Jay, meet Joanna, her son, Paolo, and
you've already met Tara, Paolo's FIANCE," Peter emphasized with a grin.

"The pleasure is all mine," Jay said, winking at Tara.

"I've known Joanna a long time," Peter said. "I met her after the death
of her husband, more than 20 years ago."

Jay finally had a good look at Joanna and was stunned at her beauty.
"M'am, you are beautiful," Jay said, surprised at his own words.

"Jay's wife died two years ago, and he's been a kind of recluse since,"
Peter said honestly.

Jay tried to deny it, but in his heart, he knew he could not.

Joanna went over to Jay. "If you're willing, I'll help pull you out of
your shell," she said, taking his hand.

Jay felt a surge of sexual pleasure stir within him, but used calming
imagery to tamp down the urge.

"You can pull me anywhere," Jay said with a smile.

"How about to Chez Boeuf tomorrow evening? I'll pick you up at 7pm."

"Joanna as strong as you are, you could pick me up anytime," Jay said,
trying to fight his sexual tension.

Joanna saw his penis rise and fall, but politely said nothing. "It's a
date, then.  In the meantime, come with us and we'll find you something
decent to wear that doesn't have blood stains.

Jay looked down at his shirt and blushed.  He knew he should be dead,
but these people have given him new life.

Joanna drove back to her house with Paolo and Tara. Peter followed with
Jay.  She went into Paolo's room. The distinctive smell of recent
lovemaking lingered. The scent excited her and she started pumping her
massive physique, then Paolo walked in. He was overwhelmed at his
mother's new body, and nearly creamed himself until he realized that it
was his mother. "Mom!" Paolo said, "snap out of it."

Joanna was startled by Paolo's voice, and embarrassed to have him see
her this way.

"Mom, you need loving bad. I'm going to send Jay in here, maybe he can
take care of your needs," Paolo said, running to the restroom before
anyone saw his erection.

A short while later, Joanna heard a knock on the door. "Paolo said you
wanted to see me," Jay said.

Joanna opened the door, and pulled Jay in. Then she flexed an amazing
double bicep pose, and tightened her pecs. Her massive, 66GG's broke
through her tablecloth she was wearing.

Jay stood frozen to his spot unable to speak for the beauty of her
form.

"Oh, the strong, silent type, eh?" Joanna asked, sensually approaching
him.

Mild-mannered Jay could not believe his luck, he was about to make love
to a goddess. He started crying.

Joanna saw his tears. Was he crying in fear? Did she trigger something
tragic in his past? "Don't worry, I won't hurt you," she said.

Jay put his finger to her lips. "I know that. It's just that you are so
beautiful, I don't deserve you. You could have any guy on the planet,
why me?"

She wiped a tear off his face. Such a modest man, such a good man. "I
don't want just any man, I want you," she demanded.

"Take my body, you already have my heart," Jay said lovingly.

That was all Joanna needed to hear. She literally ripped off his
clothes and threw him on the bed. Without much effort, she too was
naked. She straddled him and slowly engulfed his large 3 inch wide
penis within her. 

Jay moaned and came immediately. Embarrassed that he couldn't last any
longer. He started to withdraw when Joanna clamped down.

"You're not going anywhere," Joanna said as she bent forward. "She
placed her right nipple into his mouth. He started sucking, and honey
flavored milk flowed down his throat. He felt the power surge within
him as the nanoprobes combined with his own strength-enhancing virus.
His body grew, muscles enlarged, and his libido surged. His penis
expanded within her, as she screamed in ecstasy. Thrusting his hips he
became a train, his piston ramming into her sensative casing,
repeatedly. Both of them loudly moaning and grunting in harmony. They
did not care if the whole world was listening. 

Peter was at first concerned, until Paolo told him the situation. He
then said his farewells and headed for home. He was feeling pretty
randy himself, and wanted to please his wife.

Within seconds of Peter's departure, Paolo and Tara were at each other
again. Shedding their clothes, they looked for innovative ways to make
love. Paolo remembered the chin-up bar in the guest bedroom. He used to
use it when he was smaller to try and bulk up. He told Tara his plan.
She was to do chin ups while she clamped on his penis, thus lifting him
up with her, then she would relax her vagina and he was slip out a bit,
then she was to come down and clamp on him again. He would wrap his
legs around her hips, and his arms on her shoulders, as she did this.
She accepted the challange.

Awkward at first (she didn't have the rhythm quite right), she
eventually got it down, and gave Paolo the most intense loving he ever
had. She too enjoyed the pressure of riding him. Their moans blending
in harmony (harmoany?) with that of Joanna and Jay. Tara's 25 inch
biceps bulged with each upward movement. Her face like flint as she
concentrated on her vagina, keeping enough pressure on Jay's penis to
lift his 250 pound frame. Only when she had fully flexed and could see
hin at eye level, did she relax allowing Jay's 10 inches penis to drop
4 inches. this movement sent shock waves within her. Jay decided to
surprise her, and on her 25th chin-up, flexed his legs and rammed his
penis all the way up hitting the hilt. He let go with a geyser of cum,
and Newton's Law came into play as he shot out of her like a bullet,
landing on the bed below. Between moaning and laughing, Tara's vagina
tightened quickly, without Paolo the leftover cum built inside of her,
so that when she did relax, it shot out propelling her upward.  She hit
the ceiling, and bounced off, landing straight down and was impaled by
Paolo's shaft.  Dazed from the contact, she struggled to get up, only
excitng Paolo more. He grabbed her breasts which focused her, and she
realized her good fortune. She stopped struggling and helped him
achieve orgasm again, then she passed out.

"Here we go again," Paolo said, as he pushed her off. He went to the
kitchen with his penis still dripping just as Joanna and Jay walked out
of her bedroom. Paolo could not help but look. Jay had gotten bigger,
and not just taller, but muscular. His 10-inch penis, though flaccid,
easily surpassed his own.

"Tara's passed out again," Paolo said.

"We were just coming out to eat," Joanna said, "I'll make something
quickly which you can take to her."

Paolo was glad for the help. He was exhausted himself, and collapsed
onto a dining room chair. Jay rushed over to see if he was alright.
Paolo smiled at his concern.

Now next to him, Paolo saw that Jay was MUCH bigger than he was.  The
synthetic version of the virus must be more powerful, then the
naturally created ones. 

Mom brought some eggs and juice to him. "Eat a little yourself, so you
have the energy to bring this to Tara," Mom ordered.

He complied, eating a third of the meal. Thus energized, he carried the
rest to Tara. He poured a little juice into her mouth, and she
sputtered, not expecting it, but eventually  calmed down and accepted
the food.  Her energy increased, and she felt better. Better enough to
yawn and go to sleep. Paolo saw that she was breathing comfortably and
nestled in next to her, and immediately fell asleep.

End of Pt. 2

Part 3 concludes the series, with Paolo helping Peter create another
nano-virus, and saving the world from the evil men who stoled the
orginal.

J. Pardo
libguy3@yahoo.com