The Librarian (Part Two)
by Mac
Mary Ende, Librarian, shares her 'magical gift' with others.
Update: 25/09/1997 to misc2


	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.  Mary's 
fantastic biceps began to balloon with the effort.  Finally, she thought, I 
might get to see how strong I am.  Her biceps continued to swell with her new-
found strength as the car slowly rose 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, 
aluminum 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.
	When Mary entered the weight room, Rita was already there, doing squats.  
She had already warmed up and had removed most of her outer layer of clothes.  
She was deep in concentration when Mary entered so she didn't hear her walk up.  
Mary looked at the muscular legs that Rita had worked so hard to build up.  They 
really were good size, and Rita was right to be proud of her accomplishment.  
But she was about to be blown away.
	As Rita finished her set, Mary walked up behind her, "Hi Rita, sorry I'm 
late."
	"That's okay, I started without you," Rita huffed a she backed up to the 
rack.  "Would you give me a hand racking this load?"
	With a smile, Mary gently guided the 450 pound bar back to its resting 
place.  Standing behind her like she was, Rita still had not noticed her friend.  
Rita shook her thick quads and then quickly flexed them in an awesome display of 
female muscle. "What do you think of these monsters, Mary?" she said as she 
stared at her leg in the mirror.
	"They look great, Rita," Mary replied.  Then she did the same motion with 
her thigh and placed it right next to Rita's, "What do you think of mine?"
	Rita's mouth literally dropped open when she saw Mary's humungous thigh.  
It dwarfed her own thigh like a tree trunk dwarves a pencil.  She whirled 
around, still too shocked to speak.  Mary smiled one of her gorgeous, healthy 
smiles and raised her hands in a double biceps pose.  Her twin mountains rose 
higher and higher in front of Rita's bewildered face until they were nearly 
ripping the sleeves of Bill's jersey.
	"This ain't real ... this can't be happening." Rita murmured to herself.
	"Oh they're real alright," Mary answered, "c'mon over here and feel them 
for yourself."
	Rita reached out to touch the rock solid woman that stood in front of her.  
Everywhere she touched, she was met by muscle so hard, she couldn't dent it even 
with all of her strength.  Mary continued to hold her pose like it was nothing, 
only her head moving as she followed her friend's exploration of her marvelous 
body.
	"How ... how did this happen?" was all Rita could say.
	"Magic."
	"Magic?  Magic's not real.  But then again, how can you explain ... this?" 
Rita continued to explore Mary's body.
	"It was magic," Mary responded, "a wonderful gift of magic, and now, I've 
got a gift for you."  With that she reached down and stripped off the jersey, 
exposing her big, round globes.  She grabbed Rita and pulled her to her tits, 
"Suck me."
	"Wha?? Mary, I ..."
	Rita couldn't finish the statement because Mary had pushed her fat nipple 
into Rita's mouth.  "Suck me, and suck me hard."
	She didn't have to tell Rita twice.  Rita had always been into licking and 
sucking other women's boobs and so she launched eagerly into Mary's gigantic 
tits with enthusiasm.  She twirled her tongue around one nipple while pulling 
and twisting with her fingers on the other.  Then she would trade sides.  Back 
and forth she went, really getting into it, squeezing the melon-sized tits and 
sucking for all she was worth.
	Mary was getting into it also and she could feel the liquid forming at her 
nipple.  Suddenly, Rita pulled back as she noticed drops forming on Mary's 
luscious nipples.
	"What is that?" Rita asked between pants.
	"That, my dear Rita, is the gift.  Go on, taste it, lick it all up.  Drink 
down as much as you can."
	Rita tentatively tasted the golden colored liquid emanating from her 
friend's breasts.  After tasting the sweetness of it, she proceeded to suck even 
harder trying to get every last drop that would come forth.  Slowly she felt a 
certain warmness rising in her own chest.  The warmth spread across her chest 
and back and then down her arms and legs, filling her whole body.
	"Wow," Rita purred like a contented cat while she licked up the last 
remains of Mary's honey, "what was that stuff?  I've sucked a couple of women 
until they expressed milk, but I've never tasted anything like that before!"
	"How do you feel, Rita?"
	"Feel?  I feel great!  I could do this all day!"  Without thinking, Rita 
grabbed Mary around the waist and hoisted her a half foot off the ground to lick 
at her nipples again.  Mary gasped in pleasure as her fingers traced down Rita's 
shoulders to her enlarging biceps.
	Between gasps, Mary asked her entranced friend, "Do you know how much I 
weigh now?"
	"No," Rita continued her onslaught of Mary's delicious nipples and 
breasts, "How much?"
	"About 250 pounds," Mary said as she felt Rita's hard biceps grow larger 
and larger.  "And you're handling me like I was a doll."
	Rita finally understood what Mary was talking about.  She pulled away from 
those intoxicating boobs to stare at her arms.  God!  Mary was right!  Her arms 
had just grown from good-sized to huge in a matter of seconds.  If what Mary 
said about her weight was true, this would be impossible.  But there were her 
biceps, bulging to never dreamed of size and hardness, giving testimony to the 
amount of weight she was supporting.
	Rita dropped Mary back to the floor and grabbed her biceps, "My god!  
What's happening to me?"
	"Like I said before, magic!" Mary raised her arms like a magician who had 
just performed a trick.  "Let me explain as much as I know.  Last night I was 
fooling around with some magic potions that I hoped would make me look beautiful 
to my next-door neighbor and give me the courage to approach him.  But something 
went wrong, or right, depending on how you look at it.  My looks changed and I 
had plenty of courage, but then I started getting really strong, too.  Before I 
knew it, I was some kind of muscle goddess.  It turns out that my neighbor has a 
thing for strong women and he and I and his girlfriend got all hot and heavy 
with each other.
	"Well, towards the  end of our lovemaking, his girlfriend nursed some of 
that golden stuff out of me and she got pretty strong also.  I figured it must 
be remnants of the magic still going through me.  So I decided to get down here 
right away to share it with you.  I know how you like being strong, and I 
thought you wouldn't mind getting a little boost.  Besides, I didn't want to be 
the only super powered lady around here."
	Rita had been exploring various parts of her stunning anatomy, "So ... how 
strong are you?  How strong am I now?"
	"Well, the girl this morning seemed to be as strong as four or five guys," 
Mary scanned the weight room, mentally adding up the amount of weight there, "I 
don't think there's enough weight here to test me, I pressed a car over my head 
this morning and it didn't feel very heavy.  But there should be enough here to 
test your strength."
	With that the two women set about collecting plates from all parts of the 
gym until they thought they had enough.  Rita wanted to test her bench press 
first.  She lay on the bench and ripped off ten quick reps with 400 pounds.  May 
kept adding weight to both sides of the bar until she was up to 2000 pounds.  
Rita was able to squeeze out two reps with the weight.  Her already large 
muscles took on huge size and definition, still small compared to Mary, but 
larger than any professional female bodybuilder.
	Rita sat up quickly, totally thrilled, "Did you see that?  I just benched 
a ton!"
	"That was fantastic." Mary looked at the bar, bending slightly from the 
weight, and wondered, "Hmmm ... I wonder if I can ..."  Then she took the bar in 
her left hand and slowly began to curl it to her shoulder.  After ten reps she 
switched hand and did fifteen reps.  Her arms ballooned up again to unheard of 
sizes.
	Rita sat there, staring in unbelief at the size of her friends arms and 
the raw power she was exhibiting.  "Sure, go on and show me up!" she complained 
jokingly to her friend.  Both women laughed as Mary set the bar back on the 
rack.
	For the next two hours, the two friends tested Rita's new strength.  Her 
maximum lifts were: 2000 pounds for the bench press; 1500 pound lat pull down; 
1250 pound two-hand curl; 1200 pound military press; and a 1800 pound bent row.  
They tried to test her squat strength, but they only had 2500 pounds in plates 
and even with all of that on the bar and Mary sitting on top, Rita still cranked 
out sixteen reps.
	Rita sat down exhausted, yet still elated. "This is so cool, Mary.  I'm at 
least ten times as strong now.  But what about you?"
	"I figured that my strength increase was more on the order of 200 times." 
as she took the 2500 pound bar and pressed it easily overhead.  "Sometimes, it 
scares me, I'm afraid I might hurt someone,"  she paused as she rested the bar 
across her massive shoulders, "but then again, I think it's so cool to be the 
strongest woman alive."
	Rita agreed as she gazed on Mary's gorgeous body, her broad shoulders, her 
tiny waist, the two perfect, huge tits resting on her incredibly thick pecs, her 
easily 25 inch arms, the wildly flaring thighs with their deep separations.  
Yeah, she was the perfection of womanly power.
	Just then, they heard a noise at the outside door of the gym.  "Oh god!" 
Rita jumped to her feet, "I forgot that today was the first day for summer 
football practice.  We've got to get out of here!"
	Mary practically threw the heavy bar off of her shoulders and drew the 
jersey back over her mammoth upper body.  Rita pulled on her wind breaker.  Her 
body had changed radically, too, and her sports bra was threatening to rip down 
the middle from the mass of muscle and tit flesh it was trying to contain.  
Finally, Mary squeezed into the pair of super oversized sweats that Bill had 
given her and tried on the sweat shirt.  It was much too tight around her 
bulging biceps and as she tried to zip up the front it couldn't contain her more 
feminine aspects.  So she left it zipped half way up and joined Rita in walking 
to her office.
	They were nearly to the office, when they ran into the head football coach 
and two of his assistants in the hallway.  The three men were trying to haul a 
large box filled with football equipment out of a storage closet.  It was large 
and hard to get a handle on, so they struggled together, not quite budging it 
from its tight position.
	"Jesus H. Christ!  Who put this in here last season!" the coach was losing 
his temper rather quickly.
	"Sorry, Tom," one of the assistants whined, "Something must have fallen in 
there to wedge it in there so tight."
	"Can I help you?"  The three men turned to look toward the feminine voice 
behind them.  They all stopped at the same time to stare at the beautiful woman 
with the broadest shoulders they had ever seen on a woman.  Mary strode 
confidently up to the closet and they backed away without a word, stunned by 
this magnificent woman.  She tipped the box slightly and lifted it neatly and 
easily out of the closet.  She set it in front of the men on a dolly and then 
extended her hand towards them. "Hi, Mary Ende, the new librarian here."
	Tom cautiously took her hand and shook it, "I'm Tom Sprokett,  head 
football coach, nice to meet you."  He squeezed Mary's hand like he always did 
when he met someone, to show off his own hand strength, but he began to wince in 
pain a little as she applied her own pressure to the shake.  "Say, that's quite 
a grip you've got there, young lady." he said as he pulled back his hand and 
gingerly rubbed it.
	"Well, it comes from lifting books all day." Mary smiled one of her smiles 
and all three men felt their crotches tighten.  "Plus Rita got me lifting 
weights this summer.  I can't believe how quickly my body has responded."  She 
held up one arm and flexed it until the seems were about to pop.  The three 
gentlemen were about to pop as well.
	Rita took Mary's other arm and began to lead her down the hall, "Well, I'm 
sure you're busy today, coach, we wouldn't want to hold you up.  Let's go Mary."
	Mary turned around and waved to the stunned men, "Have fun at practice.  
Maybe I'll see you around campus this year.  Bye."
	Rita led Mary into her office in the girls' locker room.  As soon as the 
door was closed they both burst out laughing.  "Did you see the looks on their 
faces when I lifted that box?"  Mary fell back on a couch, racked with laughter.
	"Yeah, but did you see how their cocks sprang to attention when you smiled 
at them?"
	"Oh that poor man, do you think I squeezed his hand too tightly?"
	"I wouldn't worry about injuring them with your muscles.  They all nearly 
had a heart attack just by looking at you."  Knowing that no one would disturb 
them here, Rita walked over and unzipped Mary's sweatshirt, then she ran her 
hands up under the jersey, over the bumpy abs and encircled her wonderful 
breasts again.  "Thank you for your gift," she said softly as she gently 
massaged Mary's tits, "It was the best gift anyone could have given me."  Then 
she kissed Mary, long and deep.
	Rita rose and stripped off all of her clothes and began searching for a 
tape measure.  "I just gotta know ... Mary could you help me here?" she said as 
she handed the tape to her friend.
	Mary gladly obliged and as Rita pumped up her big, hard muscles, she 
measured and recorded.  34 inch thighs, 50 inch chest, 17 in calves, 26 inch 
waist, and 18 inch arms!  Then it was Rita's turn to measure Mary.  Her arms 
were 26 inches, her thighs were 42 inches, her waist was a waspish 28 inches, 
and there almost wasn't enough tape to measure her chest.  Mary's wide lats 
flared out so dramatically from her relatively tiny waist that it took the 
entire 72 inch tape to encircle them.
	Rita was stunned but satisfied with her measurements. She headed to the 
shower room in the back of her office, "Well, I'm going to take a shower ... 
Care to join me?"
	Mary was out of her clothes before Rita could turn back to the shower.  
She pounced on her friend and lifted her again to her lips, "You bet."
	As they waited for the hot water, Rita looked back at Mary and smiled a 
sly smile, "You know, if you would like to help 'train' some of the girls on our 
basketball team, I bet we could take the state title easily."
	"Hmmm ... an interesting idea, but I don't want to cross a line with those 
girls.  I mean, We couldn't exactly invite them over for sex, you know.  We 
could get into a mess of trouble."
	The two massive women stepped into the crowded shower stall and began to 
soap each other, running their hands over each other's slippery, rippling 
muscles.
	"I guess you're right, Mary.  But hey," Rita smiled with a sudden 
inspiration, "what if we could nurse some drops out of you like a mother would, 
you know with one of those pumps, or something?"
	"Yeah, that might work." said Mary brightly.  "I need to go shopping for 
some new clothes but I could meet you this afternoon at your house.  Can you 
round up a pump by then?"
	"Sure ... I'll meet you there at three."  Already, Rita was working on a 
plan.
	The women quickly ended their shower and dried off.  Mary again struggled 
into her borrowed clothes.  She wanted to get to some clothing stores before the 
usual crowds arrived to avoid the stares and comments that were sure to come.  
Rita was having some trouble getting into her clothes, too.
	"New plan, Mary," Rita said as she squeezed into her t-shirt, "Looks like 
I'm going to need to do some clothes shopping, too."  And then, as if to 
emphasize her point a seam in her pants popped and a rip started across the back 
of her shirt.  Although she had not taken on the immense size that Mary had, she 
had still grown too big for her old clothes.
	"Sounds good to me, let's get going.  By the way," Mary asked as they left 
the building and headed for the parking lot, "could we take your car?  I was 
having a bit of trouble fitting into mine on the way over, and I don't know how 
we could both cram in there."

	The two friends spent the next four hours shopping for clothes.  While 
Rita was still fairly easy to buy for, Mary posed a rather large problem.  They 
ended up in Ed's Too Tall Shop where Rita had heard that most of the 
bodybuilders in San Diego shop for their more formal clothes.  Ed had seen a lot 
of huge people in his day, but Mary took the cake.  He couldn't take his eyes 
off of her outrageous musculature and took every opportunity he could to touch 
her arms or back to feel her hardness and size.  Ed, himself was a monster of a 
man, standing 6' 9" and weighing in at a solid 310 pounds.  Although he was in 
his late 30's, he was still in incredible shape, working out for at least an 
hour every day.
	Rita couldn't help but notice Ed's interest in her friend's awesome body.  
"So Ed, what do you think of Mary's physique?"
	Ed cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed that Rita had caught him, "Umm 
... she looks pretty good ... big girl ... carries her size well.  But how about 
you, Rita?  You look like you've been hitting the weights hard lately.  You 
getting ready for a contest?"
	"To tell you the truth, Ed, I wasn't ... until today.  I would need a good 
trainer if I was going to be ready for the Southern Cal in October.  Do you 
think you could help me?"  Rita unzipped the windbreaker that she was wearing, 
exposing her upper body, covered only in a tightly stretched sports bra.  She 
raised her arms and tensed her muscles giving Ed and incredible view of the most 
buffed out female physique he had ever seen.  Each muscle swelled to 
unbelievable size and hardness from Rita's tiny joints, giving her a look of 
living stone.
	Ed's eyes nearly pooped out of his head.  He searched for any spot that he 
could call less than awesome, but he could find none.  "Uh ... uh ... you sure 
you need my help?  Holy cow, Rita, you're incredible!  You could take the 
Southern Cal, no problem!  I would love to work with you, if you really want me 
to."
	Rita lowered her arms and moved closer to Ed, "You're the best there is, 
Ed.  And who knows, maybe we'll go all the way ... to the Olympia, that is.  But 
I gotta warn, ya, big guy.  We're going to need more than just the usual 
equipment to work out on."
	"What do you mean, Rita?  Isn't Gold's good enough for ...!"  Ed never got 
a chance to finish as Rita grabbed him by the belt buckle and lifted him with 
one arm off the floor like he was 30 pound dumbbell.
	"Let's just say that I need a few more plates these days to get a good 
pump," Rita said as she smiled demurely up at the large man hanging from her 
left hand.  She slowly lowered him to the floor, "And I would hate to draw too 
much attention to myself at the gym."
	"Ahem," Ed attempted to regain his composure after witnessing the most 
powerful and erotic lift in his life, "I get your point, Rita.  Maybe you could 
workout at my place, I could order in lots more weight ... lots more weight!"
	Just then Mary walked up.  Her arms were full of outfits that she had 
found.  She was wearing jeans that were cut just perfectly for her, with enough 
room in the legs to fit her phenomenal thighs, and a loose, cotton blouse that 
clung to her large breasts and wide shoulders, but showed little else of her 
massive muscles.  "Cool, Rita, I've found so many outfits here that I'm set for 
the next year.  But I don't know how I'm going to pay for all this ..."
	Rita looked up at Ed and gave him a wink, "Just put it on my tab, Ed.  
I'll pay it off when I win the Olympia."  She put one hand behind her head, 
turned slightly, and flexed her abs and obliques for the big guy.  "I'll call 
you later to set up a training schedule, okay?"  With that, Rita put her 
windbreaker back on and the two women headed back to school to pick up Mary's 
car.
	Mary piled all of her bags into the back of her station wagon and squeezed 
back into the front seat.  She and Rita had agreed to meet at Rita's that 
evening to experiment with her 'nursing' idea.
	As Mary drove down El Cajon Blvd, a used car lot caught her attention.  On 
the corner of "Honest John's Pre-Owned Cars" sat a beautiful '75 Cadillac 
convertible.  Mary quickly pulled her tiny Datsun into the lot.  She needed 
something with a bit more room, and the Caddy was just the thing!  She got out 
of her car and began to inspect the convertible.  Her mother had given Mary a 
love for literature, but her father had taught her just about everything he knew 
about cars.  Mary's keen eye saw that the car was in perfect condition - someone 
had taken excellent care of this beauty.
	Just as she was looking under the hood, a woman approached her, "Good 
afternoon, can I help ..." the woman paused as she saw Mary for the first time, 
"...you?"  The woman was impressed with Mary's size and beautiful face - not to 
mention her obvious ease around cars.  Mary, her part, was also impressed with 
this woman.  She looked to be in her early 30's and a couple of inches shorter 
than Mary's 5' 10".  Although she had a plain face framed by wavy shoulder-
length brown hair, she had the biggest breasts that Mary could ever remember 
seeing, even bigger than her own bountiful bosom.  She looked like Dolly Parton 
after her last surgery.  All tucked into a blouse that had the top two buttons 
open so that lots and lots of creamy tit and cleavage could be readily seen by 
the customers.  Her dramatic endowments were accentuated even further by the 
tight fitting jeans that clung to her thin legs and skinny butt.  She was 
'Honest' John's main distraction, no doubt, when it came to fleecing customers.
	"Oh ..." the flustered woman was clearly taken aback, "I thought you were 
a ... ah ..." she stumbled over her thoughts, "... um, I thought you were 
someone else."  Her face turned red at her embarrassment, "Would you like to 
talk to my husband John?  He knows more about these cars than I do."
	Mary quickly realized the game that was going on.  "No thanks, I would 
really rather deal with you, if you don't mind.  My name is Mary, Mary Ende.  
Can I start her up and listen to the engine?"
	The woman looked nervously back at the office windows, aware that she was 
being watched but not knowing what to do.  "Um ... certainly Mary, please do.  
The key's in it.  And by the way, my name is Penny."  She extended her hand 
towards Mary.
	Mary gently shook Penny's hand and then slipped into the Caddy.  As she 
had thought, the engine roared to life and after a couple of seconds was purring 
like the fine tuned machine it was.
	"This car's in great shape," Mary said to Penny, "How much are you asking 
for it?"
	"Um ... I think I should ask my husband to come out here ..."
	"Nonsense, hop in and we'll take it for a spin."  Mary couldn't believe 
how relaxed and in charge she felt.  She had noticed the change in her 
personality as soon as she had been granted her fantastic strength that morning.  
She liked the way she felt now, confident, powerful, balanced.
	As Mary pulled out of the parking lot with Penny, she couldn't see the 
furious look on the face of the big man standing in the office.  'Honest' John 
was practically exploding in his office.  His wife knew better than to deal with 
a female customer, that was his territory.  And to let her take the Caddy, the 
best car on the whole lot?  She was going to get hers when she came back he 
promised himself.
	Mary was thoroughly enjoying herself in the classic car.  She loved the 
feeling of openness and space.  And space was one thing that her tiny imported 
car did not have now that she had grown so wide in the shoulders.  She let her 
beautiful hair fly in the breeze, attracting quite a few looks from others 
passing by.
	"This car is perfect," Mary gushed, "It's just what I want.  Let's head 
back and talk with your husband."
	"Yes," Penny responded, nervously wringing her hands, "that would be ... 
good."
	"Is something bothering you, Penny?"
	"Oh, no," she tried to lie.
	"Is your husband going to be mad that we took the car without asking him?"
	"Well, yes, to be perfectly honest.  He prefers to show this car to the 
customers.  But at first we thought ... I mean, when we saw you from behind you 
looked so big," Mary was finding it hard to explain, "well, we thought you were 
a man, and, you see, John likes me to greet the male customers first and all 
..."
	"With plenty of cleavage showing, too, right?"  Mary interrupted.
	"Well, yeah, just to make them feel more comfortable, you see."
	"Yes, I see, and I suppose that John 'greets' the female customers. So why 
are you so afraid to go back?" Mary asked.
	After a long pause, Penny nearly started to cry.  "My husband ... has a 
horrible temper ... he's so used to having his way ... there's no telling what 
he might say ... or do ..." Penny's voice trailed off in embarrassment.
	By that time, Mary was pulling into the car lot.  'Honest' John came 
striding out to meet them.  Mary saw that he was indeed a huge man, 6' 4" at 
least, but wide as a doorway.  He smiled as he approached the two women, "Howdy!  
What do ya think of my beauty?"
	Mary was sure that he meant the car, not his wife as she saw him eyeing 
her up and down, mostly staring at her own dramatic endowments that protruded 
under her blouse.  "It's a wonderful car, what are you asking?"
	"C'mon in and we can relax and talk about it." John said as he ushered 
Mary into his office.  After she had taken a seat by the large oak desk, John 
said, "Excuse me a minute, I have to talk to my wife for a second."  Mary took 
the opportunity to look around John's office.  Besides the expensive desk and 
comfortable executive chair, the rest of the office was rather sparingly 
furnished.  However, in one corner of the room stood a professional looking arm 
wrestling table.  Hung on the walls around it were various pictures of John 
involved in arm wrestling matches and lots of plaques and trophies, most of 
which were for first place finishes, Mary noted.  Mary smiled as a brilliant 
idea began forming in her mind.
	John took his wife into a smaller room and shut the door.  Mary couldn't 
make out what he was saying but it was clear from his tone and volume that he 
was berating his wife and slamming things around for emphasis.  After a few 
minutes of this lecture, Penny burst from the room in tears and headed down the 
hall.  John came sauntering out a second later and walked over to his office.
	"Now where were we?" John smiled as he looked at Mary again.
	"Oh, excuse me," Mary said as she rose from the chair, "I'm sorry but do 
you have a ladies rest room?"
	"Of course, ma'am, just down the hall and to your left."
	"Thank you." she said as she hurried past him.
	Once inside the rest room, Mary could hear the muffled sounds of Penny 
crying. "Are you alright, Penny?" Mary asked as she found her sitting in a 
stall, dabbing her eyes with toilet paper.
	"What?" Penny looked up in surprise, tears welling in her eyes.  "Oh, 
sure, nothing that hasn't happened before.  It'll probably happen again. I'll be 
fine in just a minute or so."  Her huge breasts bounced with each sob.
	"Penny," Mary said softly as she unbuttoned her blouse, "it doesn't have 
to happen again, not if you don't want it to."
	Penny looked up again, perplexed by Mary's words and actions,"Wha ... What 
do you mean?  What are you doing?  Holy Moley!!!"  Penny's mouthed dropped open 
as Mary's blouse dropped down revealing her massive upper body.  Mary raised her 
arms and flexed her mighty guns, each exploding into mountains of rock hard 
muscle.  Penny rose from the seat and touched Mary's bulging biceps and boulder 
shoulders.  "Oh my god!  Are these real?"
	"They sure are." Mary said proudly as she watched Penny explore her 
muscles.  "I received a wonderful, magical gift last night.  And it feels 
absolutely incredible!  I'm stronger than any man on earth, and I've already 
shared this gift with a couple of other women."  Mary lowered her arms and held 
Penny's shoulders, "And now I want to share it with you."
	"But, but ... how?  Will I be as ... big ... as you?
	"No, I don't think so," Mary replied as she unfastened her bra, "although 
being this strong and this big isn't a bad thing.  In fact, it's the most 
outrageous feeling," she flexed her big biceps once more for emphasis, "to be 
this big and strong.  You know, I lifted a car this morning.  And it was easy!  
I feel like the Hulk or something!  But the other women only got a portion of my 
strength.  Still, you won't believe how good it feels to be stronger than any 
man."
	"How ... how much stronger will you make me?  Will I have big muscles, 
too?  I don't know if John would like me overly, you know, muscular."
	"I'm not sure how much stronger you'll be, maybe five or even ten times 
stronger than an average guy.  But the other women didn't grow very much.  I 
guess the same thing would happen to you." Mary explained.  "Are you game?  We 
could really turn things around with John."
	"Okay." Penny finally said.  "How do you do it?"
	"Have you ever suckled a woman's nipple before?"
	"What?  Of course not!  Well, okay, I've tried to suck my own, but I was 
just goofing around.  After I had a couple of beers." replied an embarrassed 
Penny.
	"Hmmm, guess there's always a first time."  With that Mary gently held the 
small woman up to her fat nipple and commanded her, "Suck me, Penny.  And don't 
stop until you get some of my special 'milk'."
	Penny began sucking on Mary's nipple like a baby sucking at its mother.  
With a questioning look, she switched to the other side and began licking and 
sucking that one.  She soon began to lose herself in the sensation of sucking 
this marvelous superwoman.  Meanwhile, Mary's nipples responded to the stimuli 
and started to grow larger and larger in Penny's mouth.  Penny's hands 
instinctively reached up and stroked the voluminous breasts, feeling the 
softness of them and the thick powerful muscles underneath that held them so 
high and firm.  She started sucking furiously at the thick nipples.  At the same 
time, Mary reached down and started rubbing Penny's breasts and nipples, sending 
chills throughout Penny's body and increasing her desire for this woman, for her 
power, for her strength.
	Suddenly Penny began groaning and licking. Mary knew that she was 
expressing her special 'milk' from her red, throbbing nipples.  Penny continued 
to suck and lick and gulp these precious drops until Mary gently pushed her 
away, "Slow down there, kitten, gotta leave some for others."
	"Wow, that was great!" Penny gushed as she licked the last of the liquid 
from her lips.  "I've never tasted anything like it!"
	"So, how do you feel?"
	"Feel?  I guess I feel okay.  What do you ... ooooh ..." Penny paused as 
she felt a warmth pass through her body.  She held her hands up and stared at 
them, then blinked her eyes and lightly shook her head, "Whoa, what a strange 
sensation.  But it feels great."
	Mary could see Penny's muscles reacting to the magic gift.  Bulges started 
forming in her sleeves and jeans.  Her already large chest lifted slowly as 
muscle formed under her breasts.  A button popped off her blouse as it strained 
to hold in her expanding size.  Her arms took on a look of toned, hard muscle.
	"Grab that stall door." Mary commanded Penny.
	Penny obediently reached out and grasped the steel door.  Her forearms 
swelled as she used what was her normal strength to hold the door.  Suddenly her 
fingers started sinking into the steel, bending and warping the door.  Penny 
stared wide-eyed at the damage she was doing with just one hand.  More out of 
panic than anything else, Penny pulled back quickly with the door still in hand.  
The hinges ripped off the door with a loud snap, and Penny was left holding the 
heavy door like it was a piece of paper.
	"Holy Moley!!  How did I do that?"
	Mary smiled in approval, "Stage one is complete.  Now wait here for a 
couple of minutes," she explained as she put her bra and blouse back on, making 
sure not to button it all the way so that plenty of cleavage was showing, "and 
then join me in your husband's office.  We're going to teach 'macho' John a 
lesson about who's in charge around here."  Mary disappeared down the hall, 
leaving Penny still holding the ruined stall door.
	Back in John's office, Mary took a seat across the desk from the big man, 
sitting at just the right angle to show off her dramatic bust line.  John 
concluded a conversation on the phone and then turned his attention to Mary.
	"So, you're interested in the Cadillac.  What do you think of her, she's a 
beauty, isn't she?" John said as he sat back in his big chair.
	"It's exactly the car I want, but I'm afraid I don't have much for a down 
payment.  Just my old station wagon."
	John looked out at the beat up old car.  "Well, maybe the Caddy's too much 
for now, we have lots of other ..."
	"No, I would like to see if we could make some kind of deal for the 
Cadillac." Mary cut him off.  Then looking around the office, "You seem like a 
sporting guy.  How about making a bet?"
	"A bet?  I'm sorry but I don't think ..."
	Mary stood up and looked at the arm wrestling table, "How about arm 
wrestling?  I took up weightlifting this summer, and I've gotten kind of strong.  
How about if we wrestle for the down payment?"
	"What!"
	"Sure, look, if I win, I don't have to pay anything down for the Caddy."
	"And if I win?" asked an increasingly annoyed John, "What do I get out of 
this little farce?"
	"If you win," Mary crossed over to where John was sitting in his chair, 
leaned down as she placed her hands on the chair arms, and whispered in her 
sexiest voice, "you get ... me ... all night ... you name the day ... you name 
the place ... I'm yours."
	Mary slowly smiled and raised an eyebrow.  John's stiffening member, 
threatened to burst through his jeans.  His heart started pounding in his chest 
and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.  Before he knew what he was 
saying, he blurted out, "Okay ..."
	"Great." Mary said a she stood up and walked back to the table.  "How do 
you do this?"
	John shook his head and then joined Mary at the table.  He was proud of 
this table, an official arm wrestling table with pads and handles.  He was also 
rightly proud of all of the trophies and awards he had won over the years in 
tournaments around the U.S.  He showed Mary how to place her elbow on the pad 
and grip the handle with the other hand.  "First one to pin the other's hand to 
the touch pad wins the match."
	"And if I win, no money down."
	"Yeah, okay.  And If I win," John placed his big meaty arm on the table 
and grasped Mary smaller, feminine hand, "I get you."
	"That's right.  For one night."
	"ALL night."
	"That's right."
	"Good. GO!" John tried to take advantage of Mary's inexperience by 
starting without warning and going for a quick pin.
	Mary, however, had been expecting such tactics from him and was ready.  
Although she initially gave way for an inch or so, she slowly brought the two 
hands back to center.  "Aren't you supposed to count to three or something?" 
Mary calmly said.  John was already beginning to realize that something was 
wrong.  He had begun by exerting only about half of his normal strength, but as 
he increased the pressure, he felt more and more like he was pushing against a 
brick wall.  "One ...," Mary counted, "two ..., three."
	Mary gently, but forcefully, pushed the struggling man's arm down to the 
pad.  John gritted his teeth as he put everything he had into his futile effort.  
Mary held John's hand down for an extra three seconds just to assure him that he 
was truly beaten.
	"Well, that was fun." Mary said as she stepped away from the table.  "I 
hope I didn't hurt your hand, remember that you need to write out the contract 
for the Cadillac - and that will be for nothing down, remember?"
	John was rubbing his aching arm and staring at Mary, "How .. how did you 
do that?"
	"That?  I don't know, I've never arm wrestled before in my life." Mary 
smiled at John, "Maybe you're losing your touch."  Then, as if by cue, Penny 
walked into the office.  "In fact, it was so easy, why I bet even Penny here 
could beat you."
	John was beside himself with anger and confusion, "Penny!?!  She's no 
match for ... why she doesn't even lift weights ... she doesn't even have a 
muscle in that ..."
	"I don't know John," Mary taunted, "If I took care of you so easily, I'll 
bet that Penny could too."
	"What's going on here?" John stopped fuming for a second, his tiny mind 
warning him that he was being set up.
	"I've got an idea," Mary said brightly, trying to reel in this sucker, 
"I'll bet you double or nothing that Penny can beat you."
	"Huh, what do you mean?"
	"I'll pay you double what that car is worth if you can beat Penny, or if 
Penny beats you, I get it for nothing."
	Suddenly John's greed and pride took over.  Double what that old heap is 
worth?  He could make enough to buy that new speedboat he wanted.  "Yer on!" was 
his only reply, then he stalked over to the table.
	"What's going on here?" Penny whispered to Mary.
	"Go with it.  It's time to turn the tables on old 'Honest' John" Mary 
replied.
	The two combatants faced each other and grasped hands.  Penny had seen her 
husband do this a thousand times, but she had never tried it.  John's hand was 
huge compared to Penny's, but the small woman bravely prepared herself.
	"This time,' Mary said as she held the competitors hands at the top, "I'll 
do the counting.  Everybody ready?  One .. two .. three."
	John poured all he had into it this time.  His huge bicep puffed out, 
displaying a surprising amount of muscular power.  His hand gripped his wife's 
small hand viciously, as he forced her back towards the pad.  He couldn't 
believe how long Penny was holding out.  She was a lot stronger than he thought 
she was, he marvelled.  Suddenly the downward motion slowed and then stopped 
altogether.
	John could feel Penny squeezing his hand back, and with a strength that 
surprised him.  Slowly the pain increased until he thought that she was going to 
crush his hand.  He glanced up quickly to see a look of determination on Penny's 
face.  Then he looked at her arm which was swelling larger and larger as she 
pushed back.  Soon a good size bicep was visible, then it was filling her 
sleeve.  Suddenly, Penny's arm could be contained no longer and it started 
popping the seams of the sleeve.  Inch by inch, John could feel Penny pushing 
his big hand back to the top.
	Once they reached the top, John began to block the pain from his mind.  He 
focused solely on slowing Penny's arm.  But no matter how hard he tried, he 
couldn't stop his wife.  With a strength and power in his opponent that reminded 
him of the last match, he felt his hand approaching the pad.  In desperation, he 
grunted and yelled, but he couldn't stop her.  Forsaking fair play, he released 
the hand grip and grabbed on with his other hand.  Even with both of his hands 
resisting his wife's one small hand, he was still losing.  In fact, it seemed 
like Penny didn't even notice the difference.  Finally, with two inches to go, 
Penny slammed his hand down and held it there for five seconds while her husband 
broke into tears from the pain and humiliation.
	Penny stepped back from the table and John collapsed on the floor, crying.  
"Holy Moley!" Penny whispered, as she felt the new muscle in her arm, "That was 
so easy!"  Then she turned to Mary and wrapped her newly empowered arms around 
the tall woman, "Thank you - thank you so much!"  In her joy, she lifted Mary 
off the ground and twirled her around.  She set her down and turned again to her 
husband.  In one swift movement, she scooped John off the ground and held him in 
her arms like a baby.
	When John saw that he was being held aloft by his wife, he threw an arm 
around her neck and tried to struggle free.  Penny looked down at him and 
scolded him, "Hold still, ya big galoot, I'm not going to drop you."
	"But ... but ...," John began to protest, "I weigh over 300 pounds!  How 
..."
	"How am I doing this?" Penny finished his question, "Very easily, 
actually.  You might weigh 300 pounds but I feel like I'm lifting a baby!"
	Mary did some quick calculations in her head, and bit her lip.  Penny had 
become even stronger than Rita!  But her new buffed up muscles sure did look 
good.  They were stretching the fabric of her jeans and blouse, and giving quite 
a lift to her already gorgeous tits.
	Penny walked over to the desk and deposited her shocked husband back into 
his chair.  "First things first.  You owe a certain Cadillac to my friend Mary, 
here.  So pull out that pink slip and start signing."
	John obediently did as he was told, although he had a hard time holding 
the pen after the punishment his wife had just doled out.  "And I suppose," he 
grumbled as he was signing, "you think you're in charge now, just because,  just 
'cause ..."  John couldn't bring himself to admit the reality of his life at 
this moment.
	"Just because, I'm stronger than you, John?" Penny asked, as she took the 
paperwork and handed it to Mary.  She turned back toward her defeated husband, 
"No.  I like having you in charge."  She leaned down and lifted his chin with 
her finger, "I love you, John.  All this means, is that you won't be taking 
advantage of me anymore - including long lunch hours with 'customers' and late 
nights with your buddies, and no more loud displays of your 'macho' authority.  
I don't want to run your life, and I don't want to run this business.  All I 
want is your respect for me as your wife and your partner."
	Penny gently kissed her husband's trembling lips while holding his head in 
her hands.  Then she brushed her lips over his ear and whispered, "And just 
think of what this body will feel like in bed, and all of the marvelous things I 
can do to you!"
	John's trembling stopped and was instantly replaced with a rush of blood 
to his face and his cock.  He looked up into the eyes of his beautiful wife and 
said, "Oh, baby, I love you, too.  I'm sorry for the way I've been treating you.  
Please forgive me?"
	Penny smiled back at John, "Ya big galoot." she said as she playfully 
punched his shoulder.  John was knocked from his chair and on to his knees from 
Penny's blow.  Penny, shocked again by just how strong she really was now, 
quickly grabbed John by the belt and lifted him easily to his feet, "I'm sorry, 
honey, I guess I haven't gotten use to my new strength yet."
	Mary dropped the keys and title to her car on the desk and picked up the 
keys for her new Caddy.  Then she left the two love birds to figure out their 
relationship in private.  After loading her bags into her new car, she hopped in 
and continued her cruise down El Cajon Blvd towards her apartment.  She noticed 
that Jacquie's car was gone, as well as Bill's, as she pulled into her usual 
parking spot. [If you don't know who Jacquie and Bill are, you need to read the 
first part of this story again!  - Mac]
	After a quick dinner, Mary headed over to Rita's house to see what she had 
come up with.  When Mary arrived, Rita greeted her at the door with a big hug.  
She led her friend into the dining room where she had lots of stuff spread out 
on the table.  Rita explained her idea, "First, we'll use the breast pump to 
extract more of your super liquid, then we'll inject about one cc. of the liquid 
into these vitamin gel capsules with this hypodermic needle.  The capsule should 
close around the tiny hole, keeping all the liquid inside.  Then we can give 
these capsules to the girls on the basketball team, eliminating the need for you 
to personally nurse each one."
	Mary, excited by the idea, stripped off her blouse and bra, and began 
experimenting with the pump to get the best results.  Soon she was pumping away, 
all the while relating what had happened earlier at the car lot.
	"I couldn't believe it, Rita," Mary continued as she pumped, "but that 
woman seemed to be even stronger than you!"
	"And I am a lot stronger than that first girl this morning, what was her 
name?"
	"Jacquie, that's right."
	"So does it have to do with the amount of liquid taken in, or is your 
'milk' getting more and more potent?"
	"I'm not sure, it seemed like Penny did drink quite a bit more than you 
did ... oh my goodness!"  Mary had been so intent on her pumping that she didn't 
see that she had actually pumped out nearly a whole cup (about .25 liter for you 
scientific types) of the golden liquid.
	Rita got busy filling the needle and injecting the gel caps, amazed at how 
much liquid Mary had expressed.  She loved being as strong as ten men, but if 
she had known how much of this stuff there was, she thought as she prepared 
another needle-full, she could be a whole lot stronger!  Mary got dressed again 
(much to Rita's dismay) and started helping with the process.  Finally after 
filling 220 capsules, they were done.
	"Wow!  I'm glad I bought the bigger bottle of vitamins." Rita commented as 
she tossed out the remaining 30 pills and placed her 'super-vitamins' back in 
the bottle for safe keeping, "Now the question is, how many of these do we give 
the girls?  How much effect will each one of these have?  And another thing we 
haven't considered, what if any effect would this have on a man?"
	"Sounds like we need some test subjects.  But I don't think we should 
experiment on the girls."
	"And what would happen if I took one of those pills?" asked Rita as she 
looked at the bottle on the table.  Then she took the container that Mary had 
pumped the liquid into and swirled her finger inside it, collecting the remnants 
of the wonderful fluid.  She licked her finger, savoring the sweet familiar 
taste and preparing for the rush of warmth that she had experienced that 
morning.
	Mary watched in anticipation, too.  After several minutes of silence, Rita 
finally said, "Nothing.  No rush.  Oh well, I guess once you've been given the 
gift, that's it.  But just for fun, let's clean all this up and then go check it 
out in my weight room."
	Rita had already assembled quite a collection of weights and kept them in 
a spare bedroom in her house.  She and Mary loaded 1000 pounds on the bar and 
then she started curling it.  After six reps, Rita's arms were pumped and huge, 
but she had maxed out.
	"Yeah, I guess that adding more doses after the initial one won't do 
anything." Rita said.
	"I suppose so." agreed Mary.  "I don't know too much about this magic 
stuff, but that might make sense.  And it still doesn't answer our question 
about how many pills to give the basketball girls."
	Just then, the women heard the front door open and a young girl's voice 
call out, "Aunt Rita?  Are you home?"
	"Meaghan?" Rita looked surprised and happy and ran out to greet her niece 
with Mary close behind.
	Rita found Meaghan in the front room, panting and sweating.  She was 
dressed in black nylon running shorts and a loose, grey tank top that partially 
covered over a pink sports bra.  Her black hair was pulled back in a ponytail to 
keep it out of her face while she jogged.  She and Rita gave each other a quick 
hug, Meaghan careful not to get her aunt soaked from her sweaty shirt.
	"Hi!" Meaghan said breathlessly, "Hey, could I get a drink of water?"  
Then noticing Mary, she said, "Oh, hi."
	"Meaghan, this is my friend, Mary Ende," Rita called out as she 
disappeared into the kitchen to get the water, "Mary, this is Meaghan O'Rouke, 
my sister's girl.  Meeg, did you run all the way over here from your folks' 
house?"
	"Yeah," Meaghan replied through sips of the water, "Gotta get in shape for 
the season.  Speaking of getting in shape," Meaghan pointed to Rita's swollen 
arms and protruding veins, "looks like you've been hitting the weights again, 
too.  You're looking huge!  You  going to compete again?"
	Rita proudly raised her arms and flexed for her niece, "I might ... what 
do you think of these?"
	"I've always thought you looked awesome," Meaghan said, and then turned 
away slightly, "I wish I had inherited some of those genetics."
	"Speaking of that," Rita lowered her arms, "what are you doing running 
this far?  You look like you're already too thin ..."
	"Oh Aunt Rita," Meaghan was almost crying as she sat down at the kitchen 
table, "how could I expect you to understand what's going on."
	Rita sat next to her and took her hand, "Try me.  I may not be as stupid 
as I look."
	Meaghan smiled a little at her aunt's comment, then her face got serious 
again.  "You see, I love gymnastics.  I was one of the best in my high school.  
I was even shooting to set some state records this year.  But then, all of a 
sudden, I got a growth spurt since last season.  I went from 5' 5" to 5' 7"!  I 
mean, I just turned 18, and women aren't supposed to grow that much this late.  
Now the coach is all over me to lose weight or he says that I'll never get the 
scholarship offers that I need for college.  But it seems that more I diet and 
run and climb stairs, the weaker I become.  I've even tried lifting weights, but 
I guess I just don't have ... whatever you got.  And now I'm sick all the time 
..."
	"Maybe we can help you." Mary had taken a seat on the other side of the 
table and listened to Meaghan's story.  "I was given a magical gift last night, 
and I've shared it with several women today, including your Aunt Rita.  It's 
kind of complicated, but Rita and I have stored some of this magic liquid in 
these pills." Mary continued as she held the bottle of capsules.  "The only 
problem that we have now is, we don't know how much of an effect each one of 
these little babies will have on a woman."
	"What kind of 'effect' are you talking about?  What kind of gift is it?" 
asked a befuddled Meaghan.
	Rita stood up and said, "Follow me, Meeg."  She led the women back into 
the weight room.  "How much weight is on the bar, Meeg?"
	Meaghan quickly added up the plates, "A thousand pounds.  But what ...?"
	Rita stepped over and took the bar in her hands, then slowly brought it up 
to her chest.  Meaghan's mouth dropped open, she couldn't believe what she was 
seeing.  Rita repeated the action three more times and then racked the bar.
	"That's what Mary is talking about, Meeg." Rita said as she tightened the 
muscles in her right arm, "She gave me the strength of at least ten men!"
	"So what do you say, Meaghan?"
	"You mean, I could be that strong?" asked Meaghan.  "You bet!!  Let's do 
it!"
	Mary opened the bottle, shook some pills out onto her hand, and looked to 
Rita, "Will one be enough, do you think?"
	"We could start at one with Meaghan." Rita replied thoughtfully, "But if 
it isn't enough, we won't be able to increase her strength, remember.  How about 
if we give her two, and measure her strength increase?"
	"Look how skinny I am!" Meaghan said, "How about four?"  She grabbed four 
pills out of Mary's hand and quickly swallowed them.
	"Meaghan!" Rita cried.  She began to say something when there was a sound 
of a car door closing in front of the house.  Rita and Mary walked to the front 
window and saw  a thin man, carrying several books and papers walking toward the 
house.  He was juggling the books unsuccessfully and managed to lose several on 
his way to the door.
	"Shit!" Rita cried as she noticed the man.  "I forgot all about Stewart!"
	"Whose Stewart?" Mary asked.
	"He's the school's computer genius.  He graduated last year and is heading 
off to college to study electrical engineering.  I asked him to come over 
yesterday when my hard drive went down.  I was hoping he could save my files.  
But I totally forgot that he was coming tonight."
	"Rita," Mary said as the two women watched Stewart struggle with his pile 
of books and at the same time try to keep his glasses on and not trip over his 
shoelaces, "I think we found our first male test subject."
	Suddenly the women heard Meaghan cried out, "Rita!!" as she stumbled out 
of the back room.
	Rita spun around and almost fainted at the sight.

[More to come in part three.  What will happen to Meaghan?  What will  happen to 
Stewart?  How will the basketball team do - as if you didn't already know!  Will 
we ever get to see Jacquie again?  Stay tuned!]