A Day In the Life of Joe Smith
by Mick Powers
Just an average guy trying to do his job.


	Joe Smith was an average kind of guy. He was the 
kind of man that you could work next to him for hours and 
never realize that he was there. Have you seen those 
pictures of thousands of people walking down the 
sidewalks of Manhattan, and they kind of all blur 
together into one undistinguishable mass of humanity? Joe 
Smith is probably somewhere in that crowd.
	Joe Smith was single, not bad looking, and, by his 
late twenties, was settling down into his average life. 
He had had a few romantic relationships followed by 
breakups. The years of dating and partying seemed to be 
slipping past. He had held jobs for a couple of years and 
then tried something new for a while. He had had his 
share of roommates and studio apartments.
	Finally, he had found a good job working for a 
parcel company. He made pretty good money and enjoyed 
getting a little exercise on the job and meeting all 
kinds of different people every day. He was able to 
afford his own apartment with a few luxuries. He was even 
able to buy a new car for the first time in his life. 
Things were going pretty well for Joe. But, you know, 
sometimes life has a way of choosing an average kind of 
guy and screwing with him. It happened for Joe on an 
ordinary day in May.
	Joe was just finishing up his deliveries for the 
day. The weather was gorgeous and as he dashed inside for 
his last drop, he smiled at the prospect of a warm 
evening under blue skies. He was also smiling because he 
had been to this particular office several times before, 
McConell Scientific Controls, Ltd., and he always looked 
forward to seeing what the secretary was wearing. She 
didn't have the best body he had ever seen, but she did 
fill out her tops very nicely and usually allowed a 
little peek here and there of some of her plentiful 
cleavage.
	He had found out that her name was Angela, and it 
fit her perfectly. She had thick, super curly black hair 
that hung past her shoulders and framed her beautiful 
face. She had high cheekbones and dark skin with a 
vibrant smile and sparkling eyes. He wasn't sure, but she 
looked like a combination of Italian and Native American. 
And this being San Francisco, he thought to himself as he 
took the stairs instead of the elevator, anything was 
possible.
	The office was on the second floor, and he liked to 
walk up the stairs as much as possible to get more 
exercise. Besides, the package was pretty small and 
light, about the size of a video box. He wasn't a fanatic 
about exercise, but he kept in pretty good shape. He was 
proud that, as he approached thirty years old, he still 
had a relatively flat stomach and strong legs. He 
recognized the MSCL logo on the door and went in. 
	Sure enough, Angela was behind the receptionist 
desk. She smiled one of her most beautiful smiles and 
tossed her hair to one side as she accepted the computer 
pad from Joe. Her ebony curls cascaded across her right 
shoulder, glistening in the office light.
	"Hi Joe," she said, "you're right on time."
	"Well, thanks," Joe shyly replied. He wasn't sure 
how she had found out his name. So he took a step closer 
and ventured her name, "Uh ... well ... Angela ... this 
message said to deliver it between 5:55 and 6:00. What's 
going on?"
	"We have a very important teleconference with some 
of our scientists today, and we needed this package for 
it." She smiled again as she handed the pad back to him. 
Then she picked up the small parcel and said, "Could you 
wait here for a little bit? I'll go see if we have 
anything to send out."
	"Sure, no problem," Joe called out behind Angela as 
she disappeared behind a door, "I'm all done for today, 
I've got plenty of time."
	As Joe waited in the reception room, he glanced 
around. Nothing out of the ordinary in here, he thought, 
just like thousands of other offices in this town. He did 
notice that Angela's desk was very tidy and there were no 
pictures of husbands or boyfriends. Hmmmm, he wondered to 
himself, how did she know my name.
	Before he could ponder the question further, the 
door that Angela had gone through and another woman 
stepped into the room. She was slightly older than 
Angela, who he had guessed was about his age, and she 
didn't have anywhere near the figure that Angela had. The 
serious science type, Joe figured, all the way down to 
the white lab coat. Must be a whole bunch of science 
geeks in there, he thought.
	"Joe?" asked the woman through what seemed to Joe 
to be giant glasses.
	"Y ... yes ma'am," Joe replied, again wondering how 
everyone here knew his name.
	The woman pushed her glasses further up her nose, 
"Could you help us with something here for a minute."
	Joe, always conscious of time, glanced at his 
watch. Well, it was the end of the day, and I'm not 
parked in short term parking, he reasoned, and they might 
really need a strong guy to do something. "Sure, as long 
as it doesn't take very long. I gotta get my truck back 
pretty soon. My boss is pretty strict about getting all 
the trucks in before seven."
	"No, it shouldn't take too long," the woman 
answered. "Please follow me."
	The woman lead Joe through the door and down a maze 
of hallways past some offices. In the middle of one of 
the halls, she turned to the right and opened another 
door and showed Joe into a large meeting room. She 
motioned for him to sit at a small table with a chair on 
each side, and then she took a seat next to two other 
women at a larger table. The others resembled the first 
in their dress and figures, your typical science geeks. A 
television was on the other end of the long table that 
the three women sat at and there was another serious 
looking woman on the screen. It looked like she was 
sitting in some kind of lab.
	"Thank you for helping us, Joe." Another one of the 
women spoke. "I'm Dr. Cathy McConnell, and you've already 
met my sister Dr. Colleen McConnell. And these are two of 
our associates." She motioned to the other woman at the 
table and the one on the TV. "We have been working lately 
on an anti-attack spray for women."
	"You mean like mace? Or ... or pepper spray?" Joe 
asked, getting a little bit nervous about what he had 
gotten himself into.
	"Well, yes and no. Chemical agents can be effective 
in some cases. But sometimes a person can miss vital 
areas with the spray leaving the attacker unharmed and 
probably madder than before." She set her pen down and 
adjusted her over-sized glasses. "We have been looking 
for other alternatives, coming at the problem from a 
different angle."
	Just then, Angela came into the room. Joe was 
surprised to see that she had changed out of the business 
suit that she had been wearing. She was now dressed only 
in a sports bra and some loose nylon running shorts. He 
caught his breath as he watched her undulate into the 
room. The bra seemed to just accentuate the fantastic 
size of her large boobs, and her shorts showed off lots 
of her creamy thighs. She crossed over to the small table 
where Joe was seated and nervously greeted him with a 
tiny wave.
	"We've asked you in here, Joe, to help us with a 
little experiment ." It was Colleen who spoke now. She 
approached Angela with a measuring tape. "First we'll 
need some baseline information. Even though we realize 
that arm girth is not a truly accurate measurement, it is 
an easy one to take. Angela, would you please make a 
muscle?"
	Angela responded by lifting her arm and flexing as 
hard as she could. A small muscle pushed up, barely 
causing a rise in the outline of her arm. Colleen wrapped 
the tape around her and read out the measurement, "11 and 
a half inches." Then she motioned for Angela to take the 
seat opposite Joe. "Now if you would, Joe, please arm 
wrestle Angela."
	Joe looked up with an incredulous stare. "And 
please," Colleen added as she pulled out a stop watch, 
"don't hold anything back."
	Joe turned back to see that Angela already had her 
elbow planted on the small table and her delicate hand up 
in the air waiting to grasp his. He reached up with a 
scowl and took Angela's hand. "I don't see what this is 
all about," he muttered barely loud enough for the others 
in the room to hear him, "but I'll play along."
	Colleen checked the stopwatch, "Get ready. Set. 
Go!"
	Angela put all of her strength into the battle. Joe 
could feel her struggling to push his hand back. After 
taking the full measure of her strength, Joe smoothly 
pushed the woman's hand back and down onto the table. As 
soon as Angela's hand made contact with the table, Joe 
let go and Colleen clicked the stopwatch.
	"3.6 seconds," she announced. Joe saw that all of 
the other women were busy writing notes down.
	Joe turned back to Angela and saw her rubbing her 
arm and shoulder. "Are you alright?" he asked, genuinely 
concerned, "Did I hurt you?"
	"No, I'm fine, really," Angela replied, although 
she continued to rub her sore arm, "I guess I tried to 
push too hard."
	"Well ... sorry anyways," Joe apologized. Then he 
turned to Colleen, "Is that all? Can I go now?"
	"You've been very helpful, Joe, and we hate to 
impose, but could we ask you to stay for just another few 
minutes?" Cathy asked as she rose from the table with the 
box that Joe had delivered earlier. She took out a small 
device that looked like a small pressurized spray 
canister, like the ones that carry mace or pepper spray. 
She handed it to Angela. Joe's nervousness suddenly 
returned. He started to rise when Cathy put her hand on 
his shoulder, "Relax, Joe, this isn't for you. This is 
for Angela."
	"Now Angela," this time it was the woman on the TV 
talking, "spray one quick burst of the chemical into your 
mouth while breathing in and then hold your breath for 
three seconds. If any of it gets on your tongue, that's 
okay."
	Angela did as she was instructed. She held her 
breath until Cathy said to relax. Joe stared at the woman 
wondering what the purpose of the spray was. Suddenly he 
seemed to notice a flush coming to Angela's face and a 
slight change in her posture. Her skin, which had been 
soft and smooth before, seemed to take on a firmness, 
perhaps even a tautness.
	"Okay," Colleen said, "let's check that arm 
measurement again." Once again, she wrapped the tape 
around Angela's flexed arm, "Hmmm ... 12 and one quarter 
inches." She jotted some more notes as did the other 
women. "And now, if you two will arm wrestle again ..."
	Angela placed her arm on the table again and smiled 
a little. Joe wasn't really sure about all this and 
hesitated but finally joined hands again with the small 
woman. Colleen again held the stopwatch and gave them the 
signal to start.
	This time it was Angela who waited for a second, 
measuring Joe's strength, just resisting enough to keep 
both hands in the middle.Then slowly with great effort, 
she began to push his hand down. But Joe increased his 
efforts and brought the two hands back to center. As the 
seconds ticked by on Colleen's watch, the women in the 
room sat mesmerized by the sudden strength that Angela 
was exhibiting. Joe began sweating as he really put 
everything into the contest. Slowly but surely, he began 
to force Angela's hand back toward the table. Finally 
with one last effort of resistance on Angela's part and 
one desperate push on Joe's part, the hands made contact 
with the table. Immediately Joe released his grip. Now it 
was his turn to rub his sore bicep.
	"How do you feel Angela?" asked the woman on the 
TV.
	"Fine ... I mean, great!" Angela replied. "I'm 
ready for a rematch!"
	"Colleen, will you take another measurement of 
Angela's arm?" As Colleen drew the tape around her arm, 
the woman on TV continued. "Our studies have shown that 
the effects of the chemical will last for approximately 
one hour and that strength seems to even increase 
slightly for the first ten minutes."
	"13 inches even," Colleen reported. Again all of 
the women jotted notes down on their clip boards.
	"Angela," the woman on TV instructed, "spray 
another dose into your mouth as before." Angela complied 
with the instruction.
	"Meredith," Cathy addressed her fellow scientist on 
the TV, "this is really amazing work that you've done. 
Can you explain it some more, now that we're all 
together."
	"Yes, well, we were looking for a quick way a woman 
to react in case of danger," Meredith explained, "and we 
hit upon the solution of an oral spray that could be 
concealed in a purse or pocket, about the size of a 
pepper spray canister. Next we looked for a chemical 
combination that would temporarily give a woman extra 
strength needed to defeat an attacker. I would like to 
say that we found this combination of pro-hormones and 
isoflavones through intense research, but really we just 
happened upon it. Colleen, the second dose should be 
taking effect now, please take the next measurement."
	Colleen once more wrapped the tape around Angela's 
flexed arm. This time there was something different in 
Angela's appearance. She looked harder to Joe than 
before, a lot harder. Any smoothness that he had seen on 
her limbs was now being replaced by the angular hardness 
of solid muscle. Angela's flexed arm caught him off guard 
as it pushed the tape out even further than before. She 
had a good sized bicep where there was little more than a 
bump minutes ago.
	"Fifteen and a half inches," Colleen said, trying 
to mask the excitement in her voice. The women gasped and 
paused before returning to their note pads.
	There was something else that Joe saw. It was her 
eyes. There was a cold confidence in the way she looked 
at him and said, "Whatdya say Joe, one more match?"
	Before he could answer, Angela had grabbed his hand 
and sat down again across from the large man. She planted 
her elbow and held Joe's hand with such force that he 
couldn't budge it. "Go ahead Colleen," she commanded her 
boss with an unusual authority in her voice.
	Colleen once more gave the signal to start. Joe put 
everything he had into the initial push, but he felt like 
he was pushing against a wall of stone. Then quicker than 
he could believe, Angela smashed his hand down into the 
table, and nearly through the table! The force of her 
thrust was so great that it knocked Joe off his chair and 
nearly dislocated his shoulder.
	"Oh my," Colleen said with her eyes wide and 
focused on the stopwatch, "two seconds flat!"
	"Those results are consistent with what we have 
found here in our lab," reported  Meredith. "Now Angela, 
please take the final dose." As Angela stepped over to 
the large table and retrieved the tiny canister, Meredith 
continued. "As I said before, the effects of the chemical 
last for about one hour. Although additional doses do not 
prolong the effect, they do however increase the effect 
almost exponentially. The first dose easily doubled 
Angela's strength. The second dose tripled her already 
increased strength so that she was about six to eight 
times stronger than before. That level of strength should 
be sufficient for any woman, even the smallest one, to 
escape a dangerous situation. If however, the situation 
is truly grave, the canister includes a third dose."
	Although Meredith continued talking, all eyes in 
the room, including Joe's, were firmly fixed on Angela. 
After administering the final dose, she stood still, 
relaxed but powerful, her body erect, showing definite 
signs of muscular development. Suddenly though, her body 
started changing. Her muscles seemed to be pumping larger 
with every pulse of blood, as if they were being flooded 
with power. At the same time her prodigious tits seemed 
to be shrinking.
	"With the third dose in her blood stream," Meredith 
continued, "her strength will again be multiplying by a 
factor of approximately four times. To accomplish this, 
the chemical actually metabolizes some of the woman's fat 
stores, utilizing them for the energy needed to build 
muscle. As you can see, Angela makes a perfect test 
subject because of the amount of body fat stored in her 
breasts. She should be able to optimize the effects of 
the chemical in her system. Colleen, would you please 
check her arm measurement again?"
	Colleen approached Angela with the tape again. But 
Suddenly Angela put her hand up to stop her. "Wait ... 
just a ... little ... moooore!!!" she said as she bent 
over slightly, aware of everything happening inside her. 
With that the muscle growth throughout Angela's body 
seemed to speed up as more and more fat stores from all 
over her body were used to build her burgeoning physique. 
Soon it looked like her skin was paper thin and pulled 
taunt over her bulging muscles. The size and definition 
of the muscles was unbelievable. Joe, who had propped 
himself up against a wall, started feeling the same 
feelings of dread that he had before.
	Angela slowly straightened up and raised her arm. 
Even without stretching a tape around her arm, everyone 
could see that she had added inches and inches of rock 
hard muscle. She flexed her arm and allowed Colleen to 
take her measurement. At the same time she flexed her 
chest and back. Her lats spread out incredibly wide and 
tapered down to an impossibly narrow waist giving her a 
v-shape that would be the envy of any bodybuilder. Even 
though her breasts were substantially smaller, her chest 
rose with the flex and stretched her bra out to the 
tearing point.
	"Eighteen ... " Colleen started to say, then caught 
herself, " ... no, eighteen and a half ... oh dear God!" 
Angela had momentarily relaxed and then put everything 
she had into her flex. A large baseball sized peak pushed 
upwards from her arm with a thick vein furiously pumping 
blood to the new muscle. "Nineteen!" Colleen was nearly 
shouting in her excitement. "Nineteen inches!"
	All of the women jumped up from the table and 
rushed over to examine Angela's bulging muscles for 
themselves. She obliged them with a double biceps flex 
and smiled as they poked and prodded her massive arms. 
While this was going on, Joe quietly rose and tiptoed to 
the table where the box of canisters was sitting.  He 
picked up one of the three remaining canisters and was 
about to spray it into his own mouth when Angela happened 
to notice him.
	"Excuse me for a minute, ladies," Angela said as 
she rushed over behind Joe. With one swift motion, she 
snatched the bottle away from him with one hand and 
scooped him off the floor with the other. "Not so fast 
Joe," she said as she held him aloft by his belt.
	"That's alright, dear," Meredith said, "we were 
able to include a limiting factor in the formula that 
excludes it's use by men. Even if he had sprayed the 
entire contents into his mouth, it would have no effect 
on him at all. So even if a man did get ahold of the 
formula, he could never use it against a woman."
	All the scientists stared in awe as Angela 
continued to pump Joe up and down using only one hand. 
Meredith continued, "As I was saying before, Angela is a 
perfect test subject because of the amount of body fat 
that was readily available for metabolizing into muscle. 
She is probably 30 to 40 times stronger than she was just 
a few minutes ago. On the other hand, Cathy here," she 
said, indicating the older of the two scientists, 
"carries so little fat that her strength could only be 
increased 15 to 25 times. I have included enough 
canisters for all of you if you would like to try it for 
yourselves."
	Joe watched with mounting terror as the women took 
off their lab coats and picked up their canisters. Angela 
continued to hold the large man aloft as if his weight 
was meaningless to her powerful muscles. Joe's attention 
was suddenly directed toward the scientist who had 
remained silent throughout the whole thing. After 
removing her coat, she took off her glasses. As she 
reached up, Joe saw a good sized bicep swell in her arm. 
Then he noticed that the rest of her physique was equally 
as well developed.
	"Ah, Marsha," Meredith continued, "I'm glad you're 
here. I'm interested in what effect the formula will have 
on a woman who is already in great physical condition. 
I'm guessing that a woman that is already twice as strong 
as the average woman could easily see an increase to 50 
times an average woman's strength with all three doses. 
By the way, remember the recuperation time."
	"Yes, as I recall ..." Colleen paused to breathe in 
the third dose from her canister and hold it in until it 
had time to pass into her blood stream, " ... you said 
that a woman who had used only one dose would recuperate 
quickly, so that her body could actually be ready again 
for the effects of the formula in a day or two." She 
raised her arm and tightened her now considerably larger 
bicep and smiled broadly as she felt it with her free 
hand.
	"That's right, Colleen," replied Meredith, "but the 
more doses you take the longer the recuperation time. 
Although your strength will begin returning to normal 
after an hour or so, your body must return to its 
normative state before the chemical is effective again. 
An average woman would require at least a week to return 
to normal after taking two doses and it takes two to 
three weeks to recuperate from the full dosage. That's 
why we're recommending that women only use as much as 
they need."
	Joe couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing as 
he looked around the conference room. All of the 
scientists had taken the full dose of the chemical and 
were growing muscle like crazy. Hard curvaceous muscles 
were popping out of all of the women at once, but the 
most impressive had to be Marsha.
	Her already large muscles swelled even larger than 
Angela's had. She flexed every part of her body over and 
over again as she revelled in her new hugeness. 
"Meredith," she said as she continued to check out her 
awesome body, "you said that the strength levels drop 
after an hour, but what about the muscle hypertrophy that 
we're experiencing? How long until the muscles return to 
normal?"
	"We've found that the side-effect of swollen 
muscles lasts quite a bit longer. In fact, after taking a 
complete dosage, the muscle hypertrophy can last up to 
three or four days. Why do you ask? Are you thinking 
about competing again? I think you would have a slightly 
unfair advantage!"
	"No," Marsha calmly replied as she stepped toward 
Angela and took Joe into her hands and then began to 
press him overhead with one hand under his butt. "But I 
was thinking that if a person could train with increased 
muscle size, the muscles might adapt faster to the 
resistance and actually increase her normal strength at 
an even greater pace." She continued pumping Joe up and 
down as she talked to her colleague on the video screen.
	"That's interesting that you should mention that," 
Meredith replied, "I had that same thought." She stepped 
back from the camera and removed her lab coat. All those 
present stopped what they were doing and stared open-
mouthed at their friend. She was wearing a tank top and 
shorts and it was clearly obvious that she had put on 
some serious muscle. "You may remember what I looked like 
a couple of months ago," Meredith said as she raised her 
arms in a double-biceps flex, "but I've been hitting the 
weights lately." Huge ridges of solid muscle rose out of 
her formerly skinny arms, arms that the others in the 
room remembered as being so weak she could barely pick up 
a kilogram of chemicals. She lowered her arms and placing 
her hands on her hips, spread out her lats, giving an 
impressive v-shape to her upper body. Then she stepped 
back towards the camera.
	"After trying the formula on myself, I decided to 
see if perhaps my body might be more susceptible to 
progressive resistance exercise," Meredith continued as 
she donned her coat once more. "I found that lifting 
weights after taking the formula did indeed yield 
fantastic results, as you can see. My strength and size 
gains have been nothing short of phenomenal. After only 
two months of serious training, I've been able to 
increase my strength threefold."
	By this time, the women had mostly lost interest in 
Joe and he tried to quietly slip out the door before any 
of them decided to use their new strength on him. Being 
picked up by a woman was frightening at first and then 
rather exciting as he thought about how strong she must 
be in order to do that. But the prospect of a room full 
of super strong women that might get carried away and 
have their way with him was just too much.
	"Oh Joe," Meredith said, stopping him in his 
tracks. She had been able to see everything that was 
happening in the room and noticed him edging toward the 
door. "We just wanted to thank you for your help today."
	"Oh ... uh ... no problem," Joe stammered. "Glad 
that I could be of service ... but ... I better get going 
now." He gave a little wave and reached for the door 
handle.
	"Let me walk you to the front office," Angela 
offered as she stepped toward Joe.
	"Uh ... oh ... that's okay, I can find my way out 
... I think ..."
	"Oh it's no problem, Joe," Angela insisted as she 
ushered him out into the hallway and led him to the 
right, closing the door behind her.
	Joe began to feel a lot less tense as he left the 
room behind. But still, there was an uneasiness about 
him. There was something about Angela that put him on 
guard. Perhaps it was being so close to a woman so 
scantily clad. Perhaps it was her confident swagger as 
she led him down the hall. Perhaps it was the fact that 
she was bulging with muscles strong enough to place her 
in the super human category.
	"Isn't that stuff just the wildest?" Angela asked 
as she led him through the halls. "I mean, just look at 
my body!" she gushed as she examined her rippling arm 
muscles again. "I feel so powerful! And aren't these 
muscles just the coolest thing you've ever seen?"
	"Uh, yeah, I guess so," Joe halfheartedly agreed. 
"Say are we going the right way? I don't remember coming 
in this way."
	"Oh, sure," Angela reassured him, "there's lots of 
ways to get around here. But I know where I'm going." 
With that she opened a door and directed Joe through it.
	But instead of another hallway or the reception 
area, Joe realized that he had been led into a supply 
closet.
	"Uh, Angela, maybe you don't know this place as 
well as you ..." Joe began as he turned back to the door, 
but he never finished his sentence. Angela was blocking 
the door.
	"Oh, no, Joe, I know exactly where I am," Angela 
lowered her voice and spoke in soft, sexy tones, "and 
exactly what I want to do."
	Suddenly it all came clear to Joe what she intended 
to do to him now that she had the strength of a 
superwoman. In a moment of panic, Joe rushed at the 
diminutive woman in an attempt to push her out of the 
way. But he may as well have been pushing a brick wall. 
Angela wouldn't budge an inch. She grabbed Joe by the 
wrists and with incredible ease, shoved him back across 
the supply room.
	"Listen, Joe," she continued in her soft, sexy 
voice, "we can do this the hard way or the easy way."
	With that Joe bounded back across the room and 
lowered his shoulder. Angela tightened her abs and took 
the whole force of his charge without so much as a 
flinch. Joe bounced off of her steel-like midsection and 
stumbled backwards sure that he had dislocated his 
shoulder. Angela stepped toward Joe.
	"So, you want to do it the hard way, eh?" Angela 
grabbed him by the belt and lifted him with one hand up 
off the ground and into the air, her big bicep bulging 
remarkably for a woman of her size. "I was kind of hoping 
that you would," she said with a playfully evil gleam in 
her eye.
	She set him down on a cabinet. Joe winced in pain 
as his shoulder popped back into place. He was quickly 
running out of ideas about how to escape this muscle 
monster. And the strange thing was, he wasn't sure if he 
really wanted to escape, or if he wanted to give himself 
over to her power. Not that he had a lot of choices.
	Angela snuggled up to the frightened man and gently 
played with the top button of his shirt. Then she held it 
between her thumb and index finger and started squeezing. 
With a loud crunch, the button disintegrated into plastic 
dust. Joe's eyes widened even more as he thought about 
the strength in those two fingers.
	"Do my muscles frighten you, Joe?" Angela cooed as 
her hand slowly opened his shirt. Then she traced one 
finger down the middle of his chest, which was barely 
holding his pounding heart in place. When she reached the 
next button, she repeated her feat, then moved down to 
the next one and the next one until his shirt lay totally 
open.
	"Mmmmm ... I used to fantasize about what you 
looked like under your uniform, Angela said as she 
stroked his bare chest. " And I know you probably did the 
same, didn't you?"
	Joe couldn't answer her. If he admitted that he had 
indeed thought many times about what she would look like 
without her top on, she might be offended and beat the 
crap out of him. But he was so aroused by her strength 
and beauty, that finally he nodded his head in fearful 
agreement. Angela stepped back as if to allow him a 
better view of her magnificent upper body. Then she 
crossed her arms in front of her breasts and slowly, 
sexily, lifted her sports bra over her head. Poor Joe 
nearly came on the spot as he watched her boobs jiggle 
free. They were much smaller than before yet they were 
still amazingly large and incredibly firm.
	"I saw you staring at my breasts every time you 
came into the office," Angela cooed as she gently hefted 
her marvellous mammaries. "What do you think of them 
now?" With that she circled her nipples with her strong 
fingers. They instantly responded by rising up higher 
than poor Joe could have ever believed. And as Angela's 
nipples got harder, so too did Joe. He nervously shifted 
position on top of the cabinet to try to hide his raging 
hard-on.
	"Mmmm ..." Angela purred as she slowly, gently, 
traced the outline of Joe's cock with the same fingers 
that had just crushed the buttons of his shirt, "looks 
like you are enjoying the show, Joe, if your little 
friend here is any indication." Then she knitted her 
eyebrows together and set her luscious lips into a little 
pout, "But you know, I can't help but feel sorry for the 
little guy ... all cramped up inside there." Suddenly she 
brightened and smiled, "How about if I lend a hand, or 
two."
	Angela grasped Joe's pants at the crotch and 
tugged. Joe stared in stunned amazement as her pecs 
nearly burst through her skin as she began to slowly tear 
his pants in two with her bare hands. In fact, every 
muscle in her chest, shoulders, and arms were straining 
to even larger size than he had seen before. Joe heard a 
seam rip, then the zipper popped, and suddenly pants and 
boxers were dramatically torn asunder. Needing no more 
coaxing, his member sprung upward.
	"Oooh! He's not such a little guy, after all!" 
Angela gushed as she viewed Joe's sizable endowment. She 
released her grip on Joe's pants and gently but firmly 
reached under his butt and drew him up to those luscious 
lips with as much effort as a child picking up a doll.
	By this time Joe was shaking with fear and 
anticipation. Try as he could, he couldn't stop the 
eventual eruption he felt building in his groin. 
Frantically he reached down to pry himself loose of 
Angela's grip, but all his hands met were her bulging 
biceps, swelled to an impossible hardness and size. One 
touch of those monstrous guns was all he needed to send 
him over the edge. As he exploded into Angela's mouth, 
his entire body convulsed. Joe arched his back and sent 
his head flying backwards into the corner of a filing 
cabinet. The blow knocked him out cold and he slipped 
into darkness.


	Slowly, painfully, Joe opened his eyes, adjusting 
his focus to the bright light coming in through the van 
windows. He looked around himself, shocked to see that he 
was sitting in the driver's seat of his delivery van. But 
a sudden, sharp pain from the back of his skull confirmed 
that he had not been dreaming. He reached up to rub the 
back of his head and felt a good sized bump rising under 
his skin. That's when he noticed his shirt still open as 
well as his pants. All too quickly, he sat upright and 
winced in pain that stabbed at the back of his skull. 
Slowly he opened his eyes again and noticed a note taped 
to the steering wheel of the van. It read:

	"Joe, thanks for helping with our little 
experiment. I hope that we didn't keep you too long ..."

	"Oh man!! The time!" Joe yelled as he checked his 
watch. It was seven thirty! He had never been late 
getting his rig in before, but he knew the penalty. He 
had seen several drivers fired for being only a few 
minutes late. He slammed his fist down on the wheel. With 
tears forming in his eyes, he read the rest of the note:

	"I hope that we didn't keep you too long. And 
thanks for the lovely time. Love, Angela."

Joe crushed the note and threw it on the floor, enraged 
by how he had been used by these women, but still 
trembling from the memory of Angela's sexy power. He 
pulled his clothes around him as he searched for 
something to hold his pants closed. After he had found a 
safety pin, he drove home to get another pair of pants 
and then drove to the delivery depot to drop off his 
vehicle.

	Joe was indeed fired from his job but never had the 
nerve to go back to the offices of MSCL to complain. He 
just seemed to lack enthusiasm anymore. He lived off 
unemployment for a while then moved away from San 
Fransisco, making his way to L.A. But that's a story for 
another time.

The End (for now).

Questions? Comments? Suggestions?  You can contact Mick 
Powers and his brother Rick as well as the rest of the 
Power Company at Power_Co@hotmail.com