The Librarian (Part One)
A librarian finds books on magic that change her life.
by Mac

The summer was working out perfectly.  In fact, from where Mary Ende was 
sitting, her whole life looked pretty rosey.  Mary had just graduated with a 
degree in Education with an emphasis in Library Science.  Then, by some stroke 
of luck, she was hired by a small high school in San Diego to replace their 
outgoing librarian.  She packed her few belongings into her old Datsun station 
wagon and headed for Southern Cal.
Using an advance on her first month's pay, Mary found a tiny apartment 
building with four cute little apartments nestled together near San Diego 
State University.  She also was issued a key to the school and toured the 
library.  It was a mess.  The last librarian had not done an awful lot in the 
past few years, looking forward to retirement, and the students had used and 
abused the facility fairly freely.  And to top it off, there had been a recent 
shipment from the estate of a former student.  Boxes and boxes of books that 
would have to be sorted through and added to the collection if useful.  Mary 
knew that she was in for a lot of work over the next two months to be ready 
for the opening of school, but she was excited by the challenge and she got to 
work right away.
The days passed quickly as Mary put in 10 to 12 hours each day.  She would 
come home exhausted, but happy to be doing something she loved.  Besides, she 
was new to the town and didn't have any social life.  In fact, the only person 
she had met so far was the janitor at the school.  And she was so busy that 
she didn't even talk to Mary except to say hello or good night.  The only 
other person she saw with any regularity was her neighbor, but they had never 
even exchanged a greeting.  And Mary did not exactly feel very 'neighborly' 
towards him as it was.
Mary wasn't sure if her neighbor's name was 'Bill' or 'god'.  Those seemed to 
be the names she heard most coming through the wall at all hours of the night.  
Unfortunately, Mary's bedroom and her neighbor's shared the same wall and all 
the noise from his bedroom made its way easily into hers.  And there seemed to 
be no end to it.  Sometimes the cries of joyous pleasure would keep her up 
until three o'clock and begin anew at seven.  All Mary could hope for was 
quick nods between the apparently athletic love-making going on inches away 
from her.  This gave her lots of time for reading, but over the days it built 
up an incredible resentment towards her unknown neighbor.
Finally, one day in late June, Mary's resentment came to a head.  As she was 
heading off for a day at the library, she saw that her car was being blocked 
by another car, parked askew in the driveway.  That was the last straw!  She 
knew from the noise the night before that Bill, or god, or whoever he was, was 
entertaining again.  And this must be the bimbo's car!  Mary plucked up every 
ounce of courage she had and stormed up to his door.  She rang the doorbell 
and then knocked as loudly as she could.  Instantly she regretted that last 
action as she felt a sharp sting of pain spread from her knuckles down her 
fingers.
As the door opened, Mary adjusted her horn rimmed glasses on her narrow nose.
"What!!  What th' fuck's..." a huge young man bellowed as he tore open the 
door.  He caught himself mid-sentence when he saw he was looking at a thin, 
meek looking woman, "Ahem ... I mean, what's wrong?"

Mary stared in awe at Bill..  He was well over six feet tall and incredibly 
handsome.  He was wearing only boxer shorts that barely hid the remains of a 
very large hard-on.  His chest was so wide and thick that Mary had to fight an 
unconscious urge to reach out and stroke his hard pecs.  Muscles swelled up in 
all of the right places.  But his blond hair and blue eyes riveted her to the 
spot.  All thought of why she was standing there totally escaped her.
Mary opened her mouth to speak, but all that she could think of to say was, 
"Umm..hi! I'm your ... neighbor .."
Just then a gorgeous young blonde woman walked up behind Bill.  She was 
wearing only a short cropped t-shirt and tiny shorts.  The shorts exposed her 
long, tanned and trim legs while the small top accentuated her ample breasts.  
"Oh, sorry.  I guess that's my car that is blocking yours.  I'll move it in 
just a sec.  I've got to get going anyway, I've got an aerobics class."
"But ..." Bill started looking confused and let down.  Bill seemed to be a man 
of few words, Mary noted.  Then her mouth went dry and her heart started 
pounding as she watched the young woman press her body up against Bill and 
stroked his chest.
"I'll be back, lover.", she cooed into his ear while her hand played its way 
down his stomach and headed for his enlarging crotch, "I always finish what I 
start."
Just as Bill reached for the woman bulbous boob, she pulled away, slipped on 
some tennis shoes and bounced out to her car.  With a roar of the engine and a 
wave of her hand, she was off down the road leaving Mary and Bill speechless 
on his front step.
"Well, nice to meet you ..." said Mary as she extended her hand.
"Bill, Bill Mallory."  Bill finally remembered some manners and shook Mary's 
hand.
"Nice to meet you at last Mr. Mallory.  I'm Mary Ende.  Umm ... sorry about 
the interruption.  I guess I better be going now."
"Hmmm ... yeah, nice to meet you ma'am." replied Bill as he scratched his 
head.  This was a very confusing morning he thought to himself.

All that day at the library, Mary found it hard to concentrate on her work.  
She kept thinking of Bill, his magnificent chest, his eyes, his flat, hard 
stomach, his obviously large endowment.  She had to keep shaking her head to 
remind herself that she just wasn't that guy's type.  He obviously like them 
skinny and tan and hard, with, you know, 'big ones', which she definitely 
didn't have.  For the umpteenth time, she looked at herself in the mirror that 
hung inside the workroom door.  Skinny, she was, but as she smoothed her shirt 
down and turned sideways, there wasn't much change in the contour of her body 
from her neck to her waist.  Can't do much about that, she mused to herself, 
outside of spending a fortune for plastic surgery.  But maybe I could do 
something about these arms, she thought as she grabbed her toothpick thin 
upper arm.  Not surprisingly, her hand was nearly able to circle her arm!  
Maybe if I worked out, it would help my chest, too, she reasoned.  She decided 
to find a book on weight lifting and start tomorrow morning at the school gym.
The next morning, armed with all the information she could glean from a 1973 
book on weight training for women that she had found in her library, she 
arrived at the school gym at 6:30 not quite sure what to expect.  It looked 
like she was alone, which suited her fine.  She checked her list of exercises 
and looked again at the pictures in the book, then she put a couple of 10 
pound weights on a bar and got ready to squat.  Just lifting the small weight 
plates had almost wiped her out, how was she ever going to do this, she 
wondered.
Mary shakily lifted the bar on to her shoulders and set her stance.  Slowly 
she lowered herself with her butt sticking too far out in the back and all of 
the weight pushing her forwards.
"Whoa, careful there!" came a woman's voice from somewhere behind Mary.  
Strong hands reached down and easily lifted the bar from Mary's shoulders, 
making her lose her balance completely.  She sprawled forward on the floor.  
She turned around to see a woman in her early thirties casually holding the 
bar in one hand and offering her the other hand.

"Sorry, about that," she said as she helped Mary to her feet, "I was just 
concerned that you would hurt yourself.  You're new to lifting, eh?"
"Well, yes," Mary blushed, "but I've read quite a bit about it."
The strong woman looked down at the books that Mary had brought with her, 
"Yes, I see, but you know a lot has changed in weight training since the 
70's."  She smiled and reached out her hand, "My name's Rita Wilkes, I'm one 
of the P.E. teachers here."
Mary took the offered hand and noted how firm her grip was, "I'm Mary Ende, 
the new librarian.  Umm, isn't that kind of heavy?"  She pointed to the bar 
that Rita was holding.
Rita curled the bar with one hand.  "Not really," she said as she studied the 
bar, "it only weighs about 45 pounds.  I lift more than this all the time.  As 
a matter of fact, I was just about to work out.  Do you mind if I join you?"
For the first time, Mary looked closely at the woman.  She had straight brown 
hair that framed a pretty face with a square jaw.  She stood an inch or two 
shorter than Mary's 5' 10" and seemed to have wide shoulders.  She was wearing 
a light windbreaker and sweat pants, which she began stripping off after she 
racked the bar.
"No, I don't mind ... I mean," Mary stammered, "I'd love some company.  Fact 
is, I don't know much about this sort of stuff, and any ..." Mary lost her 
train of thought in mid-sentence.  She just stared, open-mouthed at Rita.  She 
wore a jogging bra on top that easily held her B-cup breasts, but strained to 
reach all the way around her wide back.  It also showed off her flat, hard 
stomach muscles that danced and shifted while she stretched out.  Below that, 
she had on loose shorts that were cut up high on the sides exposing long legs 
with large muscles that looked like they could lift a truck.  As she reached 
her arms behind her head, big biceps popped out and pushed against equally 
large shoulders. "...any advice ... you'd want to give to me, I'd listen to!  
Good lord, Rita, I hope I don't sound forward, but, how did you get so big?"
Rita continued stretching, "I've always been athletic, but I seriously got 
into weights about ten years ago when I was in college.  I've been in a few 
local bodybuilding contests just for fun, but mostly I just like the feeling 
of power and strength it gives me.  Plus, it helps me keep up with these kids.  
So I work out a little every day.  Let's get started!"
Rita worked with Mary for the next hour showing her some of the basic lifts 
and correct form.  She wrote out a program for her that would help her get 
started without feeling like she was just spinning her wheels.  They agreed to 
meet every weekday during the summer at the same time.  Mary liked the feeling 
of tightness in her limbs and it did take her mind off of Bill for a while.
However, the next morning, Mary was in agony.  Never before had her arms, 
legs, chest, stomach, and butt hurt so much.  Any movement at all was painful.  
If it hadn't been for the rhythmic pounding coming from the bedroom next door, 
she would have laid in bed all day.  But she dragged herself down to the high 
school gym, more out of wanting to get out of the apartment than wanting to 
subject her body to another workout.
"Are you a little bit stiff today?" was Rita's overly cheery greeting.
"Yeah, maybe this isn't such a good idea." Mary feebly answered as she sat 
down grimacing.
"It'll feel a lot better tomorrow, especially if we do another light workout 
today to keep those new-found muscles limbered up." 
"You're a slave driver!" Mary joked.
"Nah, just a PE coach," responded Rita. "Now hit the floor and give me ten 
quick push-ups.  And if I get any more lip from you, Ms. Ende, I'll have you 
running laps all period!" The two women laughed at the mock seriousness of her 
voice, and then got to work.

Rita was right, Mary thought, the soreness did go away after the first few 
days.  They had been working out for two weeks now, and her body felt better 
than ever.  The two women's friendship had grown as well.  They found a few 
things in common and enjoyed each other's company.  Mary found out that 
although Rita dated a few guys, she was more than happy being single and not 
involved with one person.  She had taken up the cello this summer and also 
spent a lot of time learning to use her new computer between remodelling her 
small cottage in the Kensington Park area of town.  They even went out on the 
town a few times to see some of the sights around Sand Diego.
Mary even had the  library in pretty good shape.  She was finally able to turn 
her attention to the pile of books that were donated from the estate of 
"Turner Hopkins", a 1924 graduate of the high school.  Mary was amazed at the 
variety of books she found in the boxes.  Some first print novels with 
signatures of the authors would make a nice display for Literature Awareness 
Month.  But the chemistry and physics books were terribly out of date.  Then 
she happened upon several books on magic.  She knew that there would be an 
uproar by the parents if she put those on the shelves, so she tucked them into 
a box to be donated to Goodwill along with the science books.  There were lots 
of books on far off lands and quite a few foreign language dictionaries.  
These were all so old that they weren't going to be of much use to her 
library.  She decided to discard everything except the novels.
It was nearly time for dinner, and Mary was closing things up.  She would have 
the custodian take the boxes out in the morning.  Suddenly, she caught sight 
of a leather bound journal in one of the boxes.  Out of curiosity, she dusted 
it off and examined it.  It was the personal journal of Turner Hopkins.  
Fascinated, she sat down to read some of it, to see who this man was.
Time slipped by quickly as Mary read of Turner's exploits.  She found herself 
so engrossed that she forgot all about dinner, and read on into the night.  
The journal told of Turner's world travels, about his interests in science, 
his search for knowledge, and finally how he had collected magic from all over 
the world.  He had begun translating these books and had made some amazing 
discoveries.  But then the journal ended.
Her curiosity now totally aroused, Mary dug through the boxes to look for the 
books on magic.  Finally, she found several books, written in different 
languages, that seemed to have recipes in them.  One looked like it was 
Chinese, another in German or Norwegian, still others in Hebrew, Sanskrit, 
Mayan, and Old English.  In the margins of some of these, she found Turner's 
translation notes.  She could read some of his words, but most of it looked 
like gibberish to Mary.
As she brushed the dust off the 'Booke of Spells', she said, "I wish I could 
understand all these different languages!"  Slowly, she opened the book to a 
specific page as if her hand was being controlled by someone else.  There on 
the page, in small, hard to read letters was a spell with this title: "to 
Understand alle Tongues."
Mary turned on a desk lamp to see the words better.  Tracing down the page she 
read out loud, "Native tongues from far and near, words I see and sounds I 
hear.  Understanding all I hear and say, open all tongues to me today."
Mary felt a queer chill run down her spine and she sat upright looking out 
into the dark of the vacant library.  "That certainly was strange," she said 
out loud, "I must be getting tired, time to head for home."  She closed the 
book and placed it on top of a book of Norse magic.  Norse? Mary caught 
herself suddenly.  How did I know that it says Norse on the cover?
She quickly picked up the ancient text and opened it.  To her amazement, she 
could read every word in it as if she had grown up reading Norwegian.  She 
grabbed another book written in Hebrew.  Somehow she instinctively knew to 
turn to what is usually the back cover and began reading the old script as 
though she were a rabbi.
She had the same experience no matter what book she read.  This was truly 
remarkable!  She was totally absorbed by this new found power, reading book 
after book, the more ancient the better.  But as suddenly as the gift 
appeared, it went away.  She sat staring at Chinese characters written during 
the Ming Dynasty without a clue as to what they meant while a minute before 
she was reading them easily.
Mary realized that the power of the spell only lasted about an hour, but in 
that hour she had leafed through most of Turner's old magic books.  She had 
seen several spells and potions that had interested her and now she wanted to 
go back and try some of them.  One of the notes that Turner had left in a 
margin seemed to suggest that spells had a tendency to wear off after a while, 
some longer than others.  She would be more cautious next time.
Mary shuffled through the books until she found the old English spellbook.  
She read the spell for understanding again.  Again she felt the queer chill 
and she knew what she wanted to do.
She took out the book of Norse magic and opened to a potion that she had read 
about before.  It seems that this potion was used by Vikings before going into 
battle to build their courage.  She had read tales of how small bands of 
Vikings would storm mighty castles taking on entire armies.  If this potion 
worked for them, perhaps it was what she needed to give her the courage to 
approach men like Bill.  She quickly jotted down the ingredients in English so 
she could read them again after the spell wore off.
Then she went to a book of Hopi magic.  She had seen a spell that was used to 
increase a woman's beauty in order to win the heart of a man.  She wasn't sure 
how long this spell would last, or what it would do to her, so she decided to 
wait until she had drank the potion to use it.  Again she wrote the directions 
down in English and copied the Hopi words as best she could, spelling them 
phonetically so she could pronounce the spell at the right time.
Then, just to be on the safe side, she looked up a potion that she had been 
studying when the first spell wore off.  It was a Chinese potion that, when 
added to another potion, would increase the effects of the first drink.  Mary 
wasn't sure if it was meant specifically for one potion or not, but she 
thought it wouldn't hurt to add it to the mix.
After she had gathered all of the information that she wanted, the spell of 
understanding wore off again.  Mary packed away the books carefully in a back 
room of the library where it was obvious that no one had been in a long time.  
Then she closed up the library and wandered the halls of the school until she 
found the chemistry department.  She used her master key to get inside, but 
found that all of the chemicals had been locked away for the summer.  Ah well, 
she thought, maybe the Norwegian potion will have to wait, but I could start 
gathering the ingredients for the Chinese one.  She closed everything up, 
walked out to her car, and drove downtown.
It was late now, about ten o'clock, and she hated wandering around downtown 
San Diego at this hour of night, but she was looking for something very 
special.  The recipe for the Chinese part of her 'cocktail' needed a special 
powder from a root that could only be found in a Chinese drug store.  She had 
seen one in the Asian section of downtown near a restaurant that she and Rita 
had gone to.
Mary got there just as an older gentleman was closing.  He looked at her 
strangely when she asked for the powder, and then started making excuses in 
Chinese that he couldn't help her.  Downcast, Mary turned to go, but then an 
idea hit her.  She mumbled a couple of sentences to herself and then turned 
around to talk with the man again, but this time in perfect Chinese, exactly 
the same dialect that the old man spoke.
"Please forgive my rudeness before, sir," Mary apologized to him in his native 
tongue.
"It is quite all right," the astonished man replied, "How do you know 
Chinese?"
"Oh, I pick up languages fairly quickly and I've read a few books," Mary said.  
"Are you sure that you don't have the powder that I seek?"
"Perhaps ..." the old man studied her again, then he pulled out a large wooden 
box.  Mary read the Chinese characters to herself "Magic Powders".  She also 
read the names on the tiny pouches that he produced from the box.  She 
recognized many names that she had seen in her book.  Then he pulled out one 
that had the name that she was looking for.  A smile broke across her face and 
he knew that she could not only speak his language but read it as well.
"Be very careful with that, Miss," the old one warned as he handed it to Mary.
"Don't worry, father, I will be."  She paid for the powder and left the store.
As Mary drove through downtown again, she was reminded about why she disliked 
the place so much.  Small groups of tough looking characters stood talking on 
street corners and Navy men on shore leave stood around the x-rated movie 
houses and bars.  This was not a safe place for a woman by herself.
Suddenly she noticed a small store tucked away on a side street.  It had a 
sign that read: Magic - supplies, costumes, books.  Not quite sure if she was 
doing the right thing, Mary pulled her car around and parked near the store.  
She quickly locked her car and went in.
The windows were boarded up so a person could not see in from the outside.  
The only light inside came from lamps around the small room set on various 
tables.  Behind an old roll-top desk sat a woman reading a book and taking 
notes.  She stopped her work and turned to face her visitor, peering over her 
reading glasses.
"Awfully late to be wandering around these streets," she said as she sized up 
Mary.
"Yes," Mary replied rather uncomfortably, "well, I saw your sign and I 
wondered ..."
"I see you brought a shopping list," the older woman said, eyeing the paper 
that Mary nervously held in her hands.  "Love?  Power?  Revenge?  What brings 
you here tonight?"
"Oh!  No, none of those things."
"No ... I see ... curiosity, exploration," the storekeeper said.  "Be careful, 
Miss Ende, I see strange things ahead of you."
"How ... how did you know my name?  Do I know you?"
"No, girl, but I can see many things when I focus just right and I tell you 
again to be careful with what you are planning.
Gathering whatever courage she had, Mary thrust forward the list of 
ingredients she needed for the old Norse potion.  "Do you have any of these 
items?"
The woman looked over the list, "Yes ... yes I have everything you need, but I 
have never seen this combination before.  Where does it come from, and if I 
may be so bold, what is it for?"
"Umm ..." Mary became embarrassed talking about her experiences and her plans, 
"it's Norwegian, to bolster ... courage."
"Strange," the woman continued as she collected the items, "it seems very 
simple, not something to be wary of.  Perhaps I was wrong, it is late, and I'm 
tired.  Please forgive me for speaking to you like that.  I am just a foolish 
old woman.  Here you are," she handed a sack to Mary, "good luck ... and be 
careful."
Mary paid for the items and left the store worried about the woman's warnings.  
She hurried to her car.  Just as she unlocked the door, a car filled with 
young men drove slowly past her.  It was a big old gold Chevy with one red 
side panel.  It came to stop just in front of her car and three large boys 
stepped out and began walking toward her.
"Hey, mama," the smallest of the three said as he approached, "what's 
shakin'?"
Mary's heart started pounding in her chest.  She looked towards the shop, but 
one of the boys blocked her path.  She began to open her door, but the small 
one pushed it closed.  The third one rested his hands on the hood of her car 
and flexed his pecs which were very large and clearly visible under his tight 
tank top.
"Wha ... what do you want?"  was Mary's strained reply.  She already had a 
pretty good idea what was on their little minds.  It was a hot night, and they 
were looking for some diversion.
"Oh, I don't know," the slimy little one said as he fingered Mary's blouse 
sleeve, "maybe we're just looking for a little fun, right guys?"
"Yeah," said Pecs, staring at Mary's shaking body, "just something to liven 
things up tonight."
Mary was about to scream for help, as useless as she knew it was, when she 
heard someone approaching from the rear.
"Need any help, Miss?" a strong, young voice came from behind her.  Mary spun 
around to see two Navy men walking toward her car.  They were both pretty good 
size guys and made an impressive show in their uniforms, especially with the 
large MP band on their arms and their 45's in their holsters.
The boys beat a quick retreat to the waiting car and roared off into the 
night.  The MP's stayed around until Mary was safely in her car and back onto 
the main street.  Mary had put on a good show in front of her rescuers, but as 
she drove away, she began to shake violently from fear.  Shaking and crying, 
she drove on to her tiny apartment.  But along the way her resolve grew.  She 
never wanted to be that scared again.  And those boys who stopped her were 
just the same age as the ones she would be teaching in a couple of months.  
Did she want to live in constant fear?  No, she knew she could do something 
about it and that's just what she was going to do.
She pulled up to her driveway to see it blocked by another car.  The bimbo's 
back, she thought, as she angrily parked on the street and walked to her door.  
Too late to do anything now, but she'll get an earful in the morning.  Mary 
slammed the door out of anger and stormed into the kitchen.
She quickly organized all of the ingredients for the two potions, then took 
out the notes she had taken before.  She mixed the potions separately in two 
glasses.  "Now, do I drink them separately or do I mix them together?" she 
pondered as she held up the two liquids.  She decided to recite the spell as 
she mixed the potions and then drink them down quickly.
"Haa naa oisho," Mary began to intone the syllables written on her paper as 
she carefully mixed the two formulas, "taa ree kahnat uupeh ehste..." Mary 
looked carefully at the two different colored liquids as they intertwined and 
blended in the glass.  As soon as she was through with the incantation, she 
placed the glass against her lips and drank as much of it that she could choke 
down.  The mixture tasted like it had been strained through old sweat socks, 
but she managed to swallow all of it.  She replaced the glass on the counter 
and grabbed hold of a nearby chair.  She could practically feel the thick, 
musty liquid sliding down her throat and into her body.  She began to feel 
dizzy and decided to lay on her sofa in the next room.  She managed to stumble 
out of the kitchen before she collapsed on the floor.
Mary was almost totally ignorant of magic.  If she had spent even a little 
time watching the Aladdin cartoon show, she would have known that it's not a 
good idea to mix magics.  Certain magics work against each other, cancelling 
each other out.  Others work in combination, increasing the effects.  Still 
others could have disastrous implications when combined.  But no one has ever 
made a definitive study of this phenomenon, and so poor Mary was left on her 
floor at the whim of the magics that she had loosed on her body. [But let's 
get real - you didn't read this far just to have the heroine die from a magic 
overdose, did you?  You know something good's going to happen, right?  And if 
you've read any of these stories before, you're probably expecting some kind 
of cool muscle growth thing.  Read on dear friend.]
Suddenly the dizziness passed.  Mary breathed a sigh of relief and opened her 
eyes.  She wondered how she had gotten to the living room.  Slowly, she sat 
up, but something wasn't right.  She rubbed her aching head as she rose and 
walked into her bedroom.  She figured that the potions and the spell hadn't 
worked after all she had gone through.  She decided that what she really 
needed was rest.  Then she looked at her self in her full length mirror.
The first thing that struck her was that her glasses had come off in the fall, 
and yet she could see perfectly clearly for the first time in her life.  She 
smiled at the thought of never needing those glasses again.  Then Mary's mouth 
dropped open as she looked at one of the most beautiful women she had ever 
seen.  She raised her hand to her mouth and realized that she was staring at 
herself.  Her hair was longer, reaching past her shoulders and so full and 
shining.  Her nose had a slightly different shape, smaller and somewhat up-
turned.  Her cheekbones were higher and accentuated by her square jaw.  Her 
lips were full and perfectly formed.
Mary looked below her long, graceful neck to her t-shirt that seemed to be 
bulging in places where it never had previously.  She reached her hands up and 
felt a fullness that she had given up all hope of ever feeling.  In 
exuberance, she nearly ripped the shirt off, freeing her gorgeous breasts.  
Mary was stunned by their shape and size.  She hesitatingly touched her 
perfect globes and immediately intense feelings of pleasure radiated through 
her.  They were so soft and yet firm enough that there was little sag in them.  
She turned slowly to one side and then the other examining her wondrous chest 
from every angle.  She cupped her hands under them, surprised by their warmth 
and weight.
"God, I hope I can find a bra big enough for these puppies!" she said quietly, 
as she moved her fingers toward her big nipples.  Then she thought about 'god' 
next door.  Won't he be surprised when he sees these babies.  The thought of 
Bill ogling her tits hit her the same time her fingers reached her hardening 
nipples.  Mary gave a soft cry and nearly doubled over in pleasure as she 
rubbed her fat nipples into the most incredible erection, each one extending a 
good inch straight out from her boobs and were nearly that size in width.
Mary collected her wits and, hard though it was, released her tempting boob 
flesh.  She tore through her dresser until she came up with her one-piece 
bathing suit.  She hardly ever wore it in public because its clingy material 
just accentuated her flat chest.  Now she was dying to try it on and maybe 
even hit the beach.  She tugged the elastic material up her legs and over her 
waist.  It clung to her gorgeous butt like a second skin.  Then she pulled it 
up and over her now titanic tits.  It barely made it, with her nipples poking 
prominently forward and lots of tit flesh spilling out the sides.  The top of 
the suit, which had previously come to her neck, was now stretched down so low 
in front that the deep cleavage could be clearly seen.
Just then, Mary heard some voices coming through the wall.  Bill!!  Her mind 
was instantly fixed on one thought: she had to get inside that man's shorts!  
She didn't care if he had another woman in his apartment, how could anyone 
compare with her?  Her confidence soaring, she strode out her door and over to 
Bill's apartment.  She noticed that the sun was just rising, and realized that 
she had been up all night without knowing it.  She had been totally absorbed 
in what she was doing.
Mary knocked loudly on Bill's door and waited for his sleepy response.  Bill 
finally opened the door wearing boxers and a sleeveless t-shirt.  
"Hi, remember me, I'm your next-door neighbor ..." Mary started to say.
Bill looked at Mary's face, barely recognizing her without her glasses, and 
said,"Oh shit!  I'm sorry ...  did we leave the car in your way again ..."  
His question trailed off as he finally noticed what Mary was wearing and how 
gorgeous her body looked today.  How had he missed that body before?  He 
blinked his eyes, trying desperately to clear his vision so that he could see 
this amazing woman clearer.
Mary, noticing where Bill's eyes were staring, lifted her striking chest a 
little bit higher and turned lightly to the side so he could get an even 
better view of what she was offering.  "I'm sorry to bother you, but I just 
had a sudden craving ... for eggs ... but I'm all out."  She held her slender 
arms behind her back like a shy schoolgirl, which only accentuated her breasts 
more as they strained at the fabric of her swimsuit, "Would you happen to have 
any?"
"Ummm ..." Bill fought hard to control his thoughts, "eggs ... I don't know, 
I'll ... I'll go see.  I'll be right back, I mean, c'mon in, I mean, I'll go 
see."
Bill disappeared into the apartment, stumbling over things as he made his way 
to the kitchen.  Mary stepped into the apartment and looked around.  It was a 
typical college student's apartment.  Posters on the wall (mainly of leggy and 
busty models posing with bottles of beer), clothes flung around, empty pizza 
boxes in the trash, old rental furniture.  One difference was a large free 
weight machine that could be used for squats, bench press, and cable 
exercises.  And there were lots of weight plates and dumbbells scattered 
around.  Also there were lots of pictures of football players and a San Diego 
State Aztecs football jersey hung up by them.
Bill came back from the kitchen, "Uh, sorry, I don't have any eggs.  Would you 
like some pizza?"  He continued to survey the gorgeous woman in his apartment 
as she turned around inspecting the premises.  Had she really been living next 
door to me all this time without me realizing what a babe she was, he thought 
to himself.
Mary was over by the shrine to Aztec Football, "Is this you in all of these 
pictures?"
"Uh, yeah," Bill held out his chest and walked over to where she was pointing, 
"I'm a linebacker for the Aztecs.  That's me, number 55." Bill said as he 
proudly pointed to a picture of him making a crunching tackle.  "I'm a fifth 
year senior this year, and I'm getting lots of attention by some of the pro 
scouts."
Mary drifted over to the weight machine, "So you must work out all the time, 
you have to be pretty strong to make tackles like that, don't you?"

"Yeah, I lift for about an hour a day."  Bill stretched his arms behind his 
head and flexed them, obviously trying to impress Mary.  "I'm one of the 
strongest guys on the team."
"Really?"  Mary stood behind the bar that was loaded down with weight plates 
on the bench rack, "I just started working out a few weeks ago.  How much can 
you 'bench'?" Mary asked trying to sound interested.  All she really wanted 
was to rip his boxers off and make wild, passionate love with him like she had 
heard him do so many times from the other side of the wall.
"400"  Bill replied, "That's what's on there now.  Say, if you ever want to 
come over and join me ... for a workout, or if you've got any questions ..."
"Bill!"
Bill and Mary turned around to see his girlfriend standing at the door of the 
bedroom, holding a sheet to cover her.  Even with a sheet around her, there 
was no denying her beauty and assets.  The twin bulges on either side of her 
hands were testimony to her large breasts while the draping sheet curved 
gracefully over her small, sexy hips.  Still she was no match for the knockout 
in the bathing suit that was making conversation with her boyfriend.
"Bill?  What's going on?"
"Oh ... Jacquie!  Uh, this is my neighbor ..." Bill tried in vain to remember 
her name.
"Mary, Mary Ende," Mary stepped toward Jacquie and extended her hand, "Hi.  I 
didn't mean to disturb you, but I was just looking to borrow some eggs from 
Bill."
Jacquie felt a sudden, strange surge of emotion as she looked at Mary.  
Jealousy?  Anger?  No, decided a shocked Jacquie, she felt an almost instant 
attraction to this beautiful woman.  Her nipples quickly grew harder as she 
momentarily fantasized about what this woman would look like naked.  But then 
she just as quickly brought herself out of her reverie.
"But I guess he doesn't have any," Mary said, embarrassed at being caught by 
the other woman.  "So I suppose I'll just run down to the store ..."
Mary's sentence was cut short as she was overcome by a strange sensation.  She 
felt a certain warmth emanating from her chest.  It went down her legs, out 
through her arms to her fingers, and across her back.  She looked up at Bill 
and Jacquie but she was so overcome by the feelings that she was unable to say 
anything.  She looked back at the large mirror that Bill had hung by his 
weights.  Her mouth dropped open once again in shock and surprise.
She could actually see her muscles growing!
First, small bulges appeared in her forearms and calves.  As they continued to 
grow, it looked like the muscle was spreading up her arms and legs.  Thin blue 
veins became darker and thicker as the strange phenomenon went on.  Soon, Mary 
and the others could see veins as thick as pencils protruding from her upper 
arms.  As the magical growth kept on, her thighs began to practically balloon 
out as inch after inch of powerful muscle was added to them.
Something else was ballooning as well.  Bill, spellbound by the sight in front 
of him, became incredibly aroused and his quickly stiffening member gave 
silent testimony to it.  As he unconsciously held himself and began slowly 
stroking his erection, his movements caught Jacquie's attention.  She tore her 
eyes away from the astonishing vision of Mary growing, to stare open-mouthed 
at her boyfriend's reaction.
"This is turning you on?" she asked her dumbfounded boyfriend.  "Muscles on a 
woman turns you on?  Five minutes ago I couldn't lick you back to life, now 
you're hard as a rock!"
"Yeah, I guess," replied Bill sheepishly as he strained to keep his hands off 
his throbbing cock.
"Well, you're sick!" Jacquie looked at him in horror.  "Muscles on a woman 
just looks so ... so ..." she turned back towards Mary, "Oh my god!!"
In the short while that they had turned away, Mary's growth had accelerated.  
Her expanding pecs had stretched the swimsuit to the breaking point.  Her huge 
lats were forcing her arms out further and further while her arms themselves 
were growing thicker and thicker.  With a quick breath, her bountiful boobs 
burst forth, ripping the suit down the middle all the way down to her hard, 
defined abs.
Mary's quads had expanded to enormous size, each muscle bulging with power.  
But they still led down to her tiny knee joint giving them an even more 
monstrous look.  Her calves were the size of grapefruits with the look of 
living steel.  Her back had gotten so thick and muscular and it tapered down 
so quickly to her small waist, that it looked like she was growing wings.
Mary was frightened, about to cry.  She had never expected anything like this 
to happen.  She had wanted to be attractive and confident, but now she was a 
.. she could hardly bring herself to think of it.  She was some sort of freak.  
Sure she liked the way Rita's muscles looked, but compared to Rita, she was 
now a monster.
Mary tenuously raised her left hand and began to tighten her muscle.  Her 
biceps sprang to life, swelling her arm to nearly twice its original size.  
Then she squeezed it harder and it grew more, and more!  She almost fainted 
from the size of the muscle she was staring at.  She had never seen an arm 
that size, even in the weight training books she had looked through.  But she 
had to admit, she was beginning to like it.  It was big, and hard, and 
powerful.  The longer she held her arm flexed, the more she liked what she 
saw.  She wasn't a monster, she thought to herself.  She was gorgeous!
A quick glance at Bill confirmed her feeling about herself.  Bill's raging 
hard-on was threatening to explode.  He was shaking in lust as he stood there 
staring at Mary's magnificence.
"You really do like my muscles, don't you Bill." it was more a statement than 
a question.
Bill nodded his head in embarrassed agreement.
Mary was puzzled.  "Why?  Jacquie said that it looks weird."
"Umm .. I dunno," Bill finally managed to put a few syllables together, "I 
think you look hot!  Like ... whoa!  Like you could take on my whole football 
team.  Can I ... can I ... feel 'em?"
"You want to touch my muscles?" asked a disbelieving Mary.  "Sure, c'mon baby, 
come here and feel these."  She flexed both arms in an incredible double 
biceps pose.  Then she turned to Jacquie and smiled a big radiant smile, "How 
about you?  You still think that muscle on a woman is ugly?"  Bill was 
touching her biceps, feeling their unbelievable hardness and size, running his 
hands over the high peaks and her bowling ball shoulders.  "C'mon Jacquie," 
she purred, "come and feel what a real woman feels like."
Jacquie was stunned by her boyfriends behavior.  Why was he ogling this woman 
and what was so thrilling about touching her muscles?  How could he think she 
was more attractive then herself?  Jacquie stepped away from the muscle 
goddess and her worshipper.
"All right then," said Mary as she lowered her arms and grabbed the edges of 
the torn swim suit, "I'll just come to you!"  With a loud rip, Mary tore the 
stretchy material completely off her body and let it drop to the floor.  
Jacquie stared in amazement at the woman walking toward her.  Every muscle was 
accentuated and flowing as she approached.  Jacquie was hypnotized by her 
awesome body.
Mary reached up and gently grasped Jacquie's wrists.  With no effort at all, 
she pulled the woman's hands down and then behind her back.  Jacquie had 
actually been struggling with every ounce of strength she had, but Mary was so 
incredibly powerful that it looked like she was offering no resistance at all.  
The sheet that Jacquie had, drifted to the floor revealing her beautiful body 
with her tight, toned muscles and big breasts.  Her nipples were already fully 
engorged and sticking straight out towards Mary's perfectly formed and 
slightly larger nipples and boobs.
Mary held Jacquie tightly against her as their large breasts compressed flat 
against each other.  A slight flex of her pecs let Jacquie know that there was 
a lot more strength that Mary could be applying if she needed to.  Jacquie had 
never before been held like this by any of her boyfriends, even Bill, who was 
by far the strongest of them all.  Mary held both of Jacquie's wrists with her 
left hand as her right hand drifted up to the back of her neck.  Then gently, 
but forcefully, Mary kissed Jacquie deeply and passionately.  Jacquie had 
never been kissed like this either.  Mary's soft, full lips pressed against 
Jacquie's with a gentleness that she had yet to experience from any lover.  
Then Mary's long, super strong tongue invaded Jacquie's mouth, wrapping around 
the smaller girl's tongue and exploring the depths of her mouth, thrusting 
slightly like a lover beginning to enter her.
Meanwhile, Bill's heart was pounding along with his cock.  Right before his 
eyes, these women were enacting some of his deepest, longest held sexual 
fantasies.  He never realized it, but he had started lifting weights when he 
was 14 so he could meet buff girls and impress them while all the time 
secretly wishing that one would come along that could dominate him.  But the 
inconsistencies that society had forced on him would not let him recognize 
these desires, so he kept on getting bigger and stronger, never being 
satisfied with any woman he met.  He had almost started believing that he must 
be gay, until he saw this vision of womanly power in his own apartment.
Mary finished her erotic kiss and then held her right arm up, flexing her huge 
biceps until it peaked majestically.  She smiled again at Jacquie and released 
her wrists, still holding her against her bountiful boobs.  "So, Jacquie, what 
do you think of my muscles now?"
Jacquie tried to catch her breath after the best kiss she had ever had.  Then 
she caught sight of the massive arm that was just holding her, flexed in all 
its glory in front of her face.  She smiled a shy smile and began to stroke 
the mountain of muscle that was Mary's arm.  "Awesome,"  was all she could say 
for the next few minutes.  Then,"I want more ..." as she pressed her lips once 
more to Mary's.  Mary responded by lifting the woman in her arms and walking 
toward the bedroom, kissing her all the while.
"Hey!  What about me?" said a perplexed Bill.
The two women broke off their kiss and turned to see Bill standing in the 
living room with a huge, raging hard-on nearly ripping through his boxers.
"I don't know," said Jacquie with a wink, "should we let him in, or is this 
club just for girls?"
"Hmmm ... he might be able to contribute to the festivities," Mary joked back, 
"but he'll have to lose those shorts."
Bill tore off his t-shirt and hopped after the women trying to drop his 
boxers.  He caught up to them and tackled both of them onto the bed.  For the 
next twenty minutes they explored each other's bodies with the emphasis on 
Mary's huge, rock hard muscles.  Slowly they worked around until Jacquie was 
sitting on top of Mary's big tits while she rubbed the bulging mass of muscles 
in her arms and shoulders.  Bill, still rock hard, inserted his member slowly 
into Mary's cunt while kneeling in front of her with her legs draped over his 
shoulders.  Bill's hands roamed over the giant quads, with their deep valleys 
separating the voluminous muscles, and over her bulbous calves, their strength 
and size keeping him constantly on the verge of cumming.
Mary lifted Jacquie by the butt and pulled her sweet sex over her mouth.  Her 
newly strengthened tongue explored her nether regions with thrusts and twirls 
and nibbles like no ordinary lover could.  Soon the smaller girl was bucking 
wildly in Mary's vice-like grasp.  Bill was turned on even more at the sight 
of his girlfriend in such a state of erotic pleasure and he began to pump 
furiously deep inside Mary.  Suddenly he felt a pressure on his big cock like 
someone's hand holding it, making it slow down.  He realized that Mary was 
simply applying the slightest pressure with her super powered vaginal muscles.
Mary lowered her legs around Bill's waist and pulled him deeper into her.  
Bill reacted by running his hands over her rippling abs and up to her ample 
boobs.  From there he brought them up Jacquie's butt and across her back, 
finally cupping them under her bouncing boobs.  He squeezed and played with 
her nipples adding to Jacquie's pleasurable torment.  Finally, Jacquie 
screamed for god again and came like never before.  Bill could hold back no 
longer and he came with her, shooting his load of sperm deep into Mary's 
belly.
Exhausted, Jacquie collapsed on the bed next to Mary and began to slowly 
fondle her own breasts, then Mary's.  Bill fell backwards in a lump at the 
foot of the bed, trying to catch his breath.  Mary reveled in her new strength 
and how she had just made love to these two sex machines at the same time - 
and outlasted both of them.  The only problem was that she was finished yet!
She sat up and took Bill's flagging member in her mighty hand, "C'mon lover, 
don't poop out on me yet.  I need that hot rod of yours just one more time."
Bill tried to speak, but it was obvious that he was drained, "No ... more ..."
"Then I guess I'll just have to take matters into my own hands." and with that 
Mary scooped Bill up in her hands like a rag doll.  With one hand on his chest 
and one on his thighs, she began bench pressing him.  Every time he came down, 
Mary would lick his cock or take it fully into her mouth.  Every time she 
pushed him up her arms grew bigger and bigger.
Bill reached down and felt her tremendous triceps bulging, even though he knew 
that she was hardly even getting warmed up with his 250 pounds.  But once more 
his manhood began to react to her muscular might and her expert tongue.  Soon 
he was hard and ready for action.
Mary set him back down at the foot of the bed and then got on all fours, 
straddling Jacquie.  "Feel those glutes, baby," she told Bill as she wiggled 
her rear at him, "ever seen anything like that before?"  Bill grabbed her 
perfect butt and started to rub his extended penis between her strong thighs.  
Slowly he worked his way into her sex again.  "Yes!  Oh yes, Bill.  Grab me 
hard, fuck me hard!" Mary cried out as Bill began to speed up his rhythmic 
pumping.
Mary thrust her boobs out as she arched her back.  Jacquie took advantage of 
the situation by grabbing hold of one of Mary's fat nipples with her mouth.  
She sucked and flicked the nipple until it was bright red and bulging even 
larger, then she would do the same to the other as she continued to stimulate 
the first with her fingers.  Back and forth she continued while Bill was 
frantically pumping in the rear.  Mary was nearing a state of complete 
ecstasy.
Slowly, Jacquie noticed a small drop of liquid forming at both of Mary's 
nipples, almost like milk but golden colored.  Jacquie licked the drops down 
like a cat licking up milk.  She rolled them around in her mouth for a bit.  
Whatever the liquid was, it tasted sweet, but it went down like fire.  Jacquie 
could feel the warmth of it spreading down her throat and then to her 
surprise, the warmth kept on spreading all through her body.
Finally Mary clenched every muscle in her body and shook as her entire body 
was overcome by her orgasm.  Bill orgasmed again, even though there was little 
life left in him and collapsed again, this time on Mary's back.  Mary's arms 
began to sag and tremble from exhaustion.  She went down to her elbows and 
then finally relaxed completely, half on top of Jacquie.
Jacquie had felt Bill's weight on top of her before after most of their love 
making sessions.  She usually put up with it and rolled him off when she 
could.  But now she had this giantess on her as well as Bill, and she must 
weigh as much as him if not more.  She decided that she needed to get out from 
under them and get out now!
Jacquie put her free hand under Mary's thigh while her trapped hand was about 
square in the middle of her chest.  Without even thinking if she were strong 
enough to lift these two, she began to push.  Slowly the two bodies began to 
rise off of her.  She couldn't believe what was happening!  Suddenly she felt 
a burst of strength and she straightened her arms.  She had just lifted more 
than 500 pounds!  Then she plopped them onto the floor.
"Hey! What was that for?" asked a befuddled Bill
"Did you see what I just did?" asked an excited Jacquie as she bounced up from 
the bed. "I lifted both of you off of me, and I felt like I could do it 
again!"  She held her arms up in a double biceps pose.  Small, but well 
defined biceps rose from her arms.  "How 'bout that mister football player?  
Can you bench 500 pounds?"
"Your muscle seems to have grown some," said Mary as she studied Jacquie's 
pose, "but not very much.  How did you do that?  And why did it happen?"
"Aw, she just got some good leverage and we fell off."  Bill tried to explain.
"Good leverage, eh?  Care to arm wrestle then?  Put your muscle where your 
mouth is?" taunted Jacquie.
"Jacquie .." Bill began to protest, but Jacquie would not wait.  She grabbed 
him by the wrist and led him into the kitchen, Bill feigning to struggle all 
the way.  Finally she sat him down and she sat across from him.  They grasped 
hands and waited.
"Mary, you ref this.  Tell us when to go."  Jacquie told her.
Mary made sure that everything was set then said, "GO!"
At first, Jacquie pushed Bill's hand down a few inches, then he caught her and 
pushed back to center.  For a while they sat there pushing against each other, 
Bill's big arm growing bigger and hotter all the time.  Jacquie's small bicep 
swelled to its new size and stayed there.  Suddenly Bill grasped the table and 
really began to pour it on.  He had Jacquie's hand half way down, when he 
looked at her.  She looked relaxed, even smiling.  Then without warning, 
Jacquie forced their hands back to the center and then down the other side.
"Leverage, eh?" smiled Jacquie as she savored the last seconds of their match.  
Then she put Bill's hand down decisively and kept it there for a few extra 
seconds, just to drive the point home.
"How ... holy shit!" Bill stammered.
"Let's try some weights now."  Jacquie sprung up from the table, her breasts 
bouncing lightly as she walked over to the weight bench.  "How much did you 
say was on here?  400 pounds?"  She settled in under the big bar.  "Wonder if 
I can do this?" she said as she grasped the thick bar.
"Wait!"  Bill rushed over to the bench.  "You might hurt ..."
He never got a chance to finish as Jacquie almost effortlessly lifted the bar 
from the rack.  She smoothly guided the weight down until it touched her 
marvelous tits and then pushed it quickly back up.  She repeated the feat nine 
more times before she racked the weight again.  All Bill could do was stand 
there with his mouth hanging open.
"Seems on the light side," Jacquie said as she sat up, "do you have any more 
weight we can put on?"  She looked around and spotted some large plates.  She 
easily lifted them and placed them on the bar, bring the weight to 700 pounds.  
She settled under the bar again and lifted it. "Yeah, this is more like it," 
she said as she lowered the bar again.
She pumped out six reps before she racked it again. "Wow! That was great!  I 
really felt it that time.  Maybe I could do more reps next time."
"Jacquie!  What you just did is impossible."  Bill was going ballistic. 
"Nobody your size has ever lifted that much weight before.  Nobody my size has 
either, for that matter.  You've got to be at least twice as strong as I am, 
and I'm the strongest guy on the team!  What am I going to tell the guys, that 
my girlfriend could be the starting middle linebacker for the Chargers?"
Mary grabbed Bill by the waist and lifted him up to the ceiling, "Get a hold 
of yourself lover.  You've still got one of the prettiest girls in the world.  
She just happens to be as strong as four men.  But if you behave yourself, you 
shouldn't have any trouble, right Jacquie?" 
"That's right," Jacquie agreed.  "Besides, I saw today how you totally like 
strong women," Jacquie took Bill from Mary and slowly lowered him, then held 
him tightly against her big boobs, shaking her long blond hair behind her, 
"and baby, you've got one of the strongest now!"
Bill struggled uselessly to break Jacquie's grip, then gave in and began to 
love the feeling of powerful femininity that he felt in her arms.  "But I 
still don't understand what happened?"
"Maybe it was that strange liquid that I 'nursed' out of Mary's tits."  
Jacquie looked to Mary, "It seemed to warm me all over and it was right before 
I lifted the two of you."
"Could be, see I drank a magic potion last night," explained Mary, "but 
nothing like this was supposed to happen.  But I think I know who could give 
me some answers."  Mary looked over at the weight bench and remembered her 
workout date with Rita.  "Oh my god, I've got to go!"  Then she remembered 
that none of her clothes fit anymore.  "Could I borrow some clothes, Bill?  
The only thing that fit me is not exactly presentable right now."
"Uh, sure, try one of my jerseys," Bill led her back to the bedroom, "and I've 
got some sweats that might fit."
Mary was soon outfitted in the largest clothes Bill could find.  His football 
jersey that would normally fit over his shoulder pads, was a little tight 
around Mary's shoulders and chest, but it would have to do until she had a 
chance to go shopping.  She also borrowed a large pair of shorts that were 
much too big around the waist, but managed to stretch over her enormous 
thighs.
Mary gave them both a big kiss and left for her apartment.  She was surprised 
at the passion and strength that Jacquie put into her kiss.  She smiled as she 
thought about all that Bill had to work through as far as his fantasies about 
women and his place in the world.  But she knew that Jacquie was just the 
woman now to help him.
Inside her apartment, Mary gathered her things together.  She was still 
puzzled over the events that had taken place that morning.  The potion was for 
courage, yet she had gained tremendous strength.  She decided to visit the 
magic shop later and try to get some answers from the woman there.  She 
grabbed her notes, her keys, threw Bill's sweats in her gym bag, and flew to 
her car.  Every movement seems so effortless now, she thought, like I'm 
practically weightless.
On her way to the car, she again noticed that Jacquie's car was blocking the 
driveway.  Mary stopped and looked back towards Bill's door.  They were going 
to be busy for quite some time this morning, and some of the other neighbors 
might need to get out.  So Mary decided to take matters into her own powerful 
hands.  Dropping her bag, she approached the small car.  She placed her hands 
under the rear bumper and began to lift.  She had expected to be able to lift 
the car enough to move it slightly so that it was out of the way.  As she 
began lifting the car rose slowly but steadily higher and higher.  When it got 
to the level of her chest, Mary switched her grip and began to push up until 
it was soon at arm's length above her head.
Mary couldn't believe how light this car was!  What was it made out of, tin 
foil?  She held the car aloft with one hand while she placed her other hand 
towards the middle of the undercarriage.  Her big triceps bulged from the 
super human effort and her chest and back were practically bursting through 
the huge jersey.  She balanced the weight and then pressed it a couple of 
times.  She knew that the car must weigh at least 4000 pounds, but to her 
astonishment it felt more like 20 pounds.
She stepped over to an empty parking space and gently set Jacquie's car down.  
Dusting off her hands, she did some quick calculations.  She realized that her 
strength had increased almost 200 fold!!  She couldn't wait to get to the gym 
and show off for Rita.  Then she wondered how Rita would like a dose of her 
special 'milk' like Jacquie had earlier.  The thought of a super charged Rita 
made Mary's nipples grow hard.  She picked up her bag and drove to the school 
as quickly as possible.

The End of Part One