The Librarian (Part Three)
by Mac
Mary Ende, Librarian, shares her 'magical gift' with others.
Update: 15/12/1997 to misc3

	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.
	"Stewart Thompson.  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.  
"Mary, get the door!" Rita shouted as she raced toward her 
niece.  She got to her just in time to catch her before she 
hit the floor.  Effortlessly, the older woman held the frail 
girl in her powerful arms and walked back to the weight room.
	Meanwhile, Stewart had reached the door and attempted to 
knock.  This sent his books and papers flying again.  Mary 
opened the door and greeted him with a warm, "Hello.  Can I 
help you?"
	"Oh no, it's all right," Stewart responded as he busily 
rearranged his things into a manageable pile, "this happens 
all the time."  Then he reset his glasses again and looked up 
to the person who had opened the door.  His mouth dropped open 
as he saw the beautiful amazon before him.  The books slipped 
from his hand once more, but he didn't even realize it this 
time.  Finally he came back to reality, and knelt down to pick 
up his things once more.  Again he stood up and readjusted his 
glasses.  He tried to say something but no words could form in 
his mouth.
	Mary smiled one of her most devastating smiles and took 
him by the arm.  "Come in, Stewart.  Rita told me she was 
expecting you.  My name is Mary Ende.  I'm the new librarian 
at your old school and a friend of Rita's.  Won't you sit 
down, she'll be right out."
	Stewart sat down and placed his belongings on the table 
in front of him.  The new librarian? he thought to himself.  
Why did I have to graduate now?
	Finally Stewart was able to put a few words together, 
"It's nice to ... meet you ... ma'am."
	Mary noticed that Stewart had not taken his eyes off her 
chest and shoulders since he walked into the house.  "Do I 
make you uncomfortable, Stewart?" Mary asked in her 
friendliest voice.
	"Oh, golly no, ma'am," Stewart blushed, "it's just that 
I've never met any librarians that, you know," Stewart laughed 
and snorted as he stumbled over his words, "<snrkt> look like, 
<snrkt> well ... as big as ... you."
	"Just call me Mary."
	"Thanks, Mary <snrkt>."
	"Do you think women shouldn't be strong, Stewart?"
	"Oh, sure ... I think that's okay!"
	"Do you think I'm still ... attractive?"  Mary knew 
exactly where she was leading him.
	Stewart's heart started beating a little faster.  He 
began to fidget with a pen in his shirt pocket.  "Oh, yeah ... 
I mean, <snrkt> I think you're quite attractive, ma'am ... uh, 
Mary."
	"Would you like to .. feel .. my muscles, Stewart?"  
Mary moved slightly closer to him.
	Stewart's heart started racing.  He was close to passing 
out, but he managed to shake his head and say, "Sh ... sh ... 
sure."
	Stewart's hands were shaking as he slowly reached 
towards Mary's arm.  Mary helped by taking one hand and gently 
placing it on top of her relaxed bicep.  Then she placed his 
other hand under her arm.  "Now see if you can reach all the 
way around my arm with your two hands."
	Stewart had large hands to go with his 6 foot frame, and 
he was able to reach around and touch fingertips, even 
overlapping them slightly.  He estimated the size of her arm 
to be about 16 inches.  He was already getting excited by the 
size of her relaxed arm
	"Now hang on tight."  Mary began slowly raising her arm 
and flexing the prodigious muscles.  Stewart felt something 
like steel cables shifting under Mary's sleeve, and then 
pushing against his hands.  To his utter amazement, and 
thrill, Stewart's hands began separating.  Father and farther 
apart they were forced by Mary's expanding bicep and tricep.  
His 'manhood' was responding in time with Mary's flexing, 
bulging in his pants noticeably.  Finally she finished her 
contraction with Stewart's hands resting around 25 inches of 
womanly power.
	"Know how I got this big?" Mary cooed as she held the 
pose for Stewart's obvious enjoyment.  He merely shook his 
head, unable to think about anything but this incredible 
fantasy woman in his hands.  "Well, I didn't get these muscles 
from lifting books."
	Stewart finally pried his eyes away from Mary's bulging 
arm muscles, "No?"
	"No."  Mary gently removed Stewart's hands and relaxed 
her arm.  She set him back in his chair and continued in a 
whisper, like she was sharing a secret, "I used a magic 
potion."
	"Really?"  Stewart whispered back.
	"Mmm hmmm," Mary shook her head, "and now I need your 
help."
	"You need my help?<snrkt>"  asked a wide-eyed Stewart.
	"That's right.  You see, I've shared my power with 
several women, including Rita ..."
	"Ms. Wilkes?" Stewart interrupted.  He could hardly 
believe all this was happening.
	"Yes.  And it's worked great on all of them.  But I was 
wondering ..." Mary paused for dramatic effect, "how well it 
would work on a ... man."
	Stewart stared into Mary's eyes, "You mean, you want to 
try your potion on ... me?"
	"It could be a lot of fun ..."
	"Oh, oh, golly, I don't know <snrkt>..." Stewart 
stammered.  His heart picked up its rapid pace again and beads 
of sweat appeared on his forehead.
	Just then, Rita poked her head around a corner, "Uh, 
Mary could you come here, please?  Oh, hi Stewart." Stewart 
turned to see Rita and his eyes nearly popped out of his head 
again as he saw her big arms.  Even unflexed, they were a lot 
bigger than he had ever seen them, and he had spent a great 
deal of time watching her around the school for the last four 
years.
	Stewart had become aware of his attraction to muscular 
women in the ninth grade when the girls in his class started 
becoming more developed.  He found that a pair of well muscled 
legs would turn him on more than a pair of skinny, 'model' 
legs.  And in San Diego [that's where this story takes place, 
if you haven't read the first two parts yet.  And what are you 
doing reading part three if you haven't read parts one and 
two.  I wouldn't have to put in so many of these explanations 
if you would just read the story in the proper order. - Mac] 
[sorry for such a long interruption, as I was saying, in San 
Diego ...] the girls seem to wear very little clothing, 
especially in the spring and fall.  Stewart had also found 
himself drawn to girls with defined arm muscles, thus his 
fascination with Mary's huge guns.
	"Mary, I think you need to see this." Rita said as she 
disappeared into the back of the house.
	Mary got up and followed Rita quickly.  Stewart's 
curiosity finally got he better of him and he also followed, 
but at a distance.  As he entered the back room of the house 
he couldn't believe his eyes.  Rita and Mary were standing 
next to a thin girl wearing shorts and a tank top.  She had a 
pretty face, which was currently scrunched up in what looked 
like pain.  She stood with her hands on her hips and shuffled 
her feet rather nervously, as if waiting for something.
	Looking again, Stewart saw that her arms and legs were 
too thin, like the girl was anorexic or something.  Her 
shoulders and knees stood out too much and she had little or 
no breast development.  She was fanning herself, complaining 
about it being really warm.  And then it started.
	Stewart noticed it first in her legs.  Her thighs and 
calves began to swell slowly.  Layer upon layer of new muscle 
formed where previously it was almost non-existent.  He looked 
at her shoulders and saw muscle forming there, as well.  The 
girl had lowered her head as if in concentration, and clenched 
her fists.  Looking up her arms from her fists, Stewart saw 
muscles writhing and growing in her forearms, getting bigger 
with every second.  She threw her head back, like she was 
enjoying the sensations washing through her body, and curled 
her arms several times.  With each curl, her biceps seemed to 
grow larger and larger, until they looked like they might 
burst through her skin.
	When her biceps and legs had taken on the toned look and 
size of a fitness competitor, she slowly turned around and 
gripped the bar that Rita had been using.  Then she spread her 
lats out, stretching the fabric of her tank top.  Only her 
lats didn't stop spreading like Stewart thought they would.  
They kept fanning out, getting thicker and wider.  Soon, her 
top was stretched tight and small tears began appearing in the 
fabric.
	Then Stewart noticed that her shorts were raising 
slightly.  Her legs were taking on new size and definition and 
her butt was filling out her previously loose shorts.  She 
stood on her toes and her calves exploded into thick, hard 
diamonds of muscle.  At the same time, big gaping rips tore 
across the back of her tank top, exposing huge mounds of 
rippling muscles and a sports bra that was struggling to 
stretch around her newly grown torso.  She ripped the useless 
top off easily and turned to face the others.
	Staring at her big arms and thick pecs, she opened her 
mouth to say something, but was overcome with a new sensation.  
Her bra that had been stretched tight across her chest began 
to sag slightly and then push out away from her.  Soon, 
Stewart could see the tops of her breasts pushing out of the 
bra and heard the seams beginning to pop.  The girl reached up 
to contain her expanding boobs with her hands, but the touch 
on her already super sensitive nipples sent her into near 
convulsions and increased the growth rate.  In an effort to 
free her lungs to breathe again, she grabbed the material 
intending to take the bra off over her head.
	Instead, her forearms swelled, and without realizing 
what she was doing, her supercharged muscles ripped the bra 
apart.  The girls breasts burst forth and Stewart almost did 
the same.  His rod was rock hard and threatening to explode in 
his pants.  Finally, the girl's growth stopped.  She stood 
between the two women, pumped up and sweating from her ordeal.  
Her voluptuous breasts were heaving with every breath, but 
showed no sign of sagging as they were held firm and high on 
slabs of chest muscle.  Even relaxed, her arms looked bigger 
than Rita's, and when she flexed one to check it out, she left 
no doubt.  Her arm was at least twenty inches around with 
other-worldly definition and density.  She reached down and 
ran her hands over her wide thighs and up to her perfect butt.
	All in all, she was the most perfect woman that Stewart 
had ever dreamed of seeing.  He had recently discovered 
several sites on the internet that had pictures and stories of 
women like this, but he thought it was all fictional and the 
pictures merely enhancements.  Now he was staring at proof 
that these wonder women really did exist.  And he was 
unbelievably turned on by the sight.
	Maeghan finally came to her senses after the sensations 
subsided.  She gasped as she realized that she was mostly 
naked and that a man was staring at her.  She spun around and 
tried futilely to cover up her rather large endowments.  Rita 
reacted just as swiftly and handed Maeghan a oversized t-shirt 
that she had laying in a corner.
	"Put your eyes back in their sockets, Stewart." Mary 
said with a smile, "Don't you know it ain't polite to stare?  
Besides, haven't you ever seen a girl before?"
	"No ma'am, at least not one like that!  Except on the 
internet," Stewart pulled his eyes off Meaghan gorgeous body, 
only to look at the equally stunning figure and face of Mary, 
"but I thought it was all make believe!"
	"It's real, all right," Mary said, "It's weird, but it's 
real.  So, are you ready to try a little magic?"
	Before he could answer, they were interrupted by a 
squeal of glee coming from the weight bench.  "Cool beans!" 
shouted an exuberant Maeghan.  Mary and Stewart turned to see 
Maeghan lifting the same bar that Rita had previously curled.  
It still had 1000 pounds on it, but Maeghan was curling it 
rapidly.
	"I wanted to see if I was a strong as Aunt Rita," 
Maeghan announced, "and look!  This is easier than I thought.  
I wonder ..."  With that she grasped the bar with just her 
right hand.  Slowly, and with a tremendous effort, she raised 
the bar near her shoulder, but not all the way.  Quickly she 
grabbed the bar with both hands and lowered it to its resting 
place.
	"Geez, Mary!  Did you see that?" a shocked Rita shouted.  
"She's almost twice as strong as I am!  I don't think we want 
the girls to be that strong!""
	"It seems that four pills were a bit more than what we 
were looking for." Mary agreed. "Perhaps one pill per girl 
would be sufficient."
	"So what happens now?" asked Maeghan, "How long till the 
stuff wears off?"
	"Don't you like being this powerful?" asked Rita.
	"Oh yeah, it's the coolest!  I can't believe how good it 
feels," Maeghan continued as she ran her hands over her 
massive upper body, stopping only when she saw that Stewart 
was staring again, "But how long will it last?"
	"As far as we know, Maeghan," Mary explained, "this is a 
permanent change."
	"Cool beans!  This is great!" enthused Maeghan.  "I love 
how I feel, how I look."  Then noticing Stewart smiling at her 
again, "What's he doing here?"
	"Glad you asked," Mary walked over to Stewart with the 
bottle of vitamins in hand, "Stewart here just volunteered to 
be our first male test subject.  We now know what these babies 
will do for a woman.  It's time to find out what effect they 
will have on a man.  Not that I'm planning to give them to 
many men, but in case they should get their hands on some, we 
need to know what to expect.  Stewart, strip down."
	"What?" Stewart looked at her hoping she wasn't serious.  
"Why do I have to be naked?"
	"In case you end up growing bigger, I don't want you to 
rip up your clothes.  Besides, I want to be able to monitor 
everything that ... you know ... happens." Mary said with a 
smirk.  "Now strip."
	A minute later, Stewart was standing in the midst of the 
three gorgeous, flesh and blood representation of his deepest 
fantasies wearing only his briefs.  Mary handed him two pills 
and instructed him to bite them in order to release the magic 
liquid.  She reasoned that it took the pills longer to affect 
Maeghan because she had swallowed them and it took some time 
for the liquid to get into her system.
	Stewart did as directed and then stood there, trying his 
best to cover his underwear with his hands.  Suddenly he felt 
a rush of warmth flow over  his body.  He looked down and saw 
his arms lifting slowly off his chest.  The women surrounding 
him smiled in approval of the changes happening.  Stewart's 
pecs ballooned outward, while his arms swelled larger and 
larger.  His shoulders widened and slowly became capped with 
huge, round muscle.  His legs and calves joined in the muscle 
growth, taking on the look and hardness of chiseled marble.  
Finally, his abs flattened and then became a pronounced 'six-
pack' of bumpy, rippling muscle.  Even his face took on a more 
rugged, muscular look, and his chest and back hair grew 
thicker and darker.
	Stewart glowed as he flexed his new muscle, checking his 
look in the mirror.  "I think I died and went to muscle 
heaven." whispered Mary breathlessly.
	"God, what a hunk!"  agreed Maeghan.
	Rita eyed the noticeable bulge in Stewart's briefs, then 
said, "Let's see what the kid's got.  Get on the bench, 
Stewart."  Stewart willingly obeyed.  "How much could you 
bench before?"
	"I ... I don't know," Stewart said as he lay beneath the 
bar, "I never lifted weights before.  I always thought they 
were too heavy."
	Rita shook her head in disbelief.  "Well, give this much 
a try.  Just push up on the bar and lock out your arms.  Then 
slowly lower the bar to your chest and raise it up again."
	Stewart tried with all his strength to lift the weight, 
but he couldn't budge it.  Rita and Maeghan stripped some 
plates off bringing it down to 800 pounds, but still Stewart 
couldn't make the lift.  Then they tried 600, then 500 pounds.  
Finally, at 400 pounds, Stewart lifted the bar and was able to 
slowly push out one rep.
	"All those great muscles are just for show!" a surprised 
and disappointed Mary said.
	"Actually, he is probably four times as strong as he was 
before, if not a little bit more." Rita reminded her friend.  
"At least we know now that these pills don't affect men quite 
as much as they affect women."
	Stewart was still lying on the bench while Maeghan took 
the bar from his hands and easily placed it back on the rack.  
Stewart got a great view of the bottom of Maeghan's big boobs 
under her shirt from that vantage point and was obviously 
enjoying the show.  The affect of extreme muscularity on a 
woman along with really big tits hit Stewart with an immediate 
reaction in his groin.  Slowly, majestically, the biggest cock 
that Rita had ever seen tore its way through his briefs.
	"Oh my god!"
	"Cool beans!"
	"Holy shit!"
	All three women stood transfixed as 12 inches of rigid 
manhood displayed itself and the remains of Stewart's briefs 
fell away.  Stewart sat bolt upright, trying to cover himself 
with his hands.  This proved as futile as Maeghan's attempt to 
cover herself before.  Quickly, he gathered the remains of his 
briefs around him and ran for the bathroom leaving the three 
women smiling and giggling.
	"Wow, Mary," Maeghan finally managed to say, "Did you 
know that would happen?"
	"No, but it is an interesting side effect."
	"Or 'front' effect." Maeghan corrected and both burst 
out laughing.
	"I can tell, this warrants some in-depth study," Mary 
said, "but right now, I want to go back to that magic shop and 
see if I can get some answers from the woman there."
	"And I better get on home," Maeghan said, "before Mom 
misses me ... MOM!  Oh boy, how am I going to explain this to 
Mom?" Maeghan said holding her arms out to reveal her newly 
muscular body.
	"I've got an idea," Rita said as she walked to the 
kitchen.  She came back with a pill, "Give this to your mom 
and tell her to call me in the morning.  Your mom has always 
been jealous of my athleticism, ever since we were kids.  Tell 
her this might even things up a little.  And don't worry about 
your dad.  He'll love what this will do for your mom, and 
they'll probably have a great time tonight."
	"Oh, that's gross, Aunt Rita!" said Maeghan as she 
wrinkled up her nose at the thought of her parents making 
love.
	"Would you like me to give you a lift home?" Mary asked 
Maeghan as the teenager packed the pill into a jogging 
bracelet that had a pouch for small items.
	"No, thanks, Mary." said Maeghan as she opened the door.  
"I feel so alive, so powerful, like I could fly home.  Thanks 
again for the gift, Aunt Rita.  You're the best."
	With that, Maeghan jumped down the few steps in front of 
Rita's house and headed off in the direction of her home.  
Mary turned to Rita, "Well, my friend, I'm going to get going 
now, too.  Do you need any help with Stewart?"
	"No, I think Stewart will be fine, in a little while." 
Rita said with a smile, "I've got some old clothes that will 
probably fit him, once he 'composes' himself."
	Mary went back into the kitchen and poured out half of 
the remaining pills into another bottle then walked to the 
front door.  "I'm going to take half and leave you half.  If 
we find someone who needs one, I guess we should help them 
out.  It was a gift to me, and I suppose this is one gift that 
is meant to be shared."
	The two friends hugged each other.  The hug turned into 
a snuggle with Rita reveling in the powerful muscles all over 
her friend and Mary enjoying Rita's new strength, strength 
that paled in comparison to hers, but at least could respond 
like no ordinary human could.  Finally they separated and Mary 
left with a quick but firm kiss on Rita's lips.
	"I'll call you tomorrow," Mary called back a she walked 
toward her car, "Let me know how Stewart's doing."
	Mary hopped in her car and headed for downtown.  It was 
after nine o'clock but she felt sure that the store would 
still be open.  After all, wasn't it just yesterday that she 
had visited it late at night? Her thoughts went immediately to 
Jacquie and Bill and wondered how Bill would look with a 
couple of her magic pills.
	She wound through the still unfamiliar streets for at 
least an hour, trying to remember where she had been only 24 
hours before.  So much had happened in those 24 hours.  She 
thought about Jacquie and Bill again and how she had been 
given this marvellous gift of strength right in front of them 
and then shared it with Jaquie in such an unexpected way.
	She thought about Rita and how joyous it was to share 
her gift with her friend.  And then there was Penny and John, 
and how their lives will surely be different from now on.  And 
now Stewart and Maeghan were enjoying the benefits of her 
magical gift.  As all these thoughts danced in her head, Mary 
continued driving.

	Meanwhile, Maeghan was still jogging home.  Although she 
had run two miles so far, she was not even close to breaking a 
sweat and her breathing was as slow and steady as if she were 
resting.  She decided to take the long way home, down mostly 
deserted side streets.  She thought that she would attract the 
least attention that way.  Unfortunately, that was not to be 
the case.
	As Maeghan jogged easily down a small street, two 
college boys, out for a ride noticed her a she passed them.  
"Holy crap!" the passenger said to the driver, "Did you see 
the tits on that girl?"
	"Tits?" responded his friend, "All I saw was the nicest 
pair of legs and the sweetest ass in the world!"
	"C'mon, Mike, don't lose her."
	"I'm gone." Mike replied as he stepped on the gas, "But 
I gotta tell ya, Rick, that girl's going to be mine tonight."
	"Sorry, pal, I saw her first."
	"Yeah, but I've got the hot car, loser."
	Maeghan heard the car accelerating behind her, and then, 
just as it was about to pass her, it slowed down again.  She 
almost started running faster, to try to get away, but then 
she calmed herself down, knowing that she could probably 
handle any guys in the car and ten more just like them.
	"Hey, babe," Rick shouted to her, "need a lift?'
	"No thanks." Maeghan replied, not even breathing hard.
	"Wanna party?" Mike shouted as he revved the engine.  
Rick shoved him for saying something so stupid.
	"Definitely not."
	"Uh, what's your name?" Rick was desperate for some 
opening, "You live around here?"
	"Nice try, boys," Maeghan said, not even looking at 
them, "why don't you go pick up some middle school girls."
	"Hey, we're just trying to be friendly." Rick said.  
Then he turned to Mike and told him to speed up.  Mike pulled 
the car ahead of Maeghan and then stopped, blocking her path 
across a street.  Rick got out of the car and leaned against 
it.  "You know, we could be unfriendly, too, if that's how you 
want it." he said in a menacing tone.
	Maeghan slowed down and then stopped several feet away 
from Rick.  She put her hands on her hips and tilted her head, 
"Are you threatening me?"  She covered the distance between 
them and put her hand on Rick's chest, holding him against the 
car, "I don't like it when people threaten me."
	Rick struggled to free himself, but found that the girl 
was pushing so hard that he couldn't budge.  Then she lowered 
her hand to his stomach and started pushing him through the 
open window.
	"I get really mad, when people threaten me," Maeghan 
said as she finished stuffing Rick back into the car, "and you 
don't want to see me mad.  But, you know what guys, I'm not 
mad.  Actually, I'm in a pretty good mood tonight.  And you 
two guys are okay looking.  I'll tell you what.  I'm going to 
give you a chance."  She leaned down and spoke softly to the 
two boys, "If you can catch me, you can have me.  What do you 
say?"
	The boys nodded their heads in dumbfounded agreement. 
"All right," Maeghan said as she straightened up again, "see 
ya!"  With that she started sprinting down the street.  In a 
matter of seconds she was running at 45 mph, loving the way 
that the ground sped past her and her dark hair flew in the 
wind.
	Mike floored his Firebird and spun out.  Soon he was 
speeding down the street as well, although his rate of 
acceleration could not match Maeghan's.  He couldn't believe 
how fast the girl had taken off.  Just as they were about to 
catch up to her, she quickly turned a corner.  Braking hard 
and nearly skidding out of control, Mike followed her.
	As Maeghan approached the next intersection, she saw a 
car pulling away from the stop sign and moving into her path.  
Before she knew what was happening, she leaped toward the car 
like she was leaping toward a vault horse in the gym.  Lightly 
she placed her hands on top of the car, and then effortlessly 
flipped over it, turning a perfect somersault and landing on 
her feet on the other side.  Mike slammed on the brakes and 
barely avoided a collision with the other car.
	Maeghan again took off running like a bolt of lightning 
and rounded another corner.  In front of her lay a long 
stretch of street with very few intersections.  She could hear 
the boys turning the corner and accelerating again.  This time 
she put everything into it as she raced down the street.
	Mike had the accelerator floored and was finally gaining 
ground on the speedy girl.  Rick pounded the dashboard and 
shouted, "C'mon dude, get this piece of shit moving!"
	"Damn! I'm doing over 80 now!  How fast is this bitch?"
	The boys slowly caught up to Maeghan.  Her legs and arms 
seemed like a blur of motion to them.  Finally Rick held his 
hand out of the window while Mike matched the astonishing 
girl's speed.  He looked at the speedometer and couldn't 
believe his eyes.  He was going 70 mph!
	Maeghan knew that all was lost unless she thought of 
something fast.  Then she spotted just what she needed.  A 
police cruiser was waiting at the next street.  She put on one 
final burst of speed for about 50 feet and then abruptly 
slowed to her original jogging speed.
	The boys, not prepared for her tactic, zoomed on by her, 
and continued sailing past the police officer.  They heard a 
squealing of tires and saw the lights flashing and they knew 
they were done for.
	Moments later, Maeghan jogged slowly past the boys as 
they frantically tried to talk their way out of a huge 
speeding ticket.  She smiled and waved to Mike and Rick, then 
blew them a kiss.  The boys started pointing and explaining 
that she was the one they were racing, but the policewoman 
just laughed and continued writing.  In a couple of minutes, 
Maeghan was home.  She continued jogging up the stairs to her 
bathroom and stripped for a shower.
	"Maeghan?" her mom called out to her.
	"I'm in the shower mom," Maeghan called back.
	"Where did you go?  I was so worried.  Are you okay?"
	"I'm all right mom." Maeghan opened the door a bit and 
smiled at her mother, "I jogged over to Aunt Rita's.  I'll 
tell you about it after I'm out."  She closed the door and 
turned on the shower.  But she caught a glimpse of herself in 
the mirror as she passed it.  She backed up and examined her 
new super muscles one more time, as if not really believing it 
was true.  She raised her arm and flexed her big bicep and 
smiled again, "You bet I'm all right."
	After a quick shower, that almost got out of hand when 
she went to soap up her double-D tits and spent a good five 
minutes revelling in the new and nearly overpowering 
sensations, Maeghan threw on her bathrobe and went downstairs 
to talk to her mom.  The robe which had been plenty large 
before, now only partially covered her much more dramatic 
figure.  Pulling it as tight as she could, there was still 
lots of cleavage showing on top and lots of hard, muscular 
thigh showing below.  Her mom was reading in the kitchen while 
her dad watched the TV in the den.
	As she walked into the kitchen, her mom looked up from 
her magazine to greet her.  But when she saw how Maeghan was 
spilling out of her robe, her eyes widened and her mouth 
dropped open.  "Megs! Is that ... is that you?"
	Maeghan sat down and quietly explained the fantastic 
events of the evening, leaving out the part about Stewart's 
huge erection and the bet with the boys.  Her mother listened 
with astonishment at all of the details, not sure whether to 
believe this incredible tale or not.  But the proof was 
sitting right in front of her.  Then Maeghan produced the pill 
from her pocket and offered it to her mother.
	"Will I be as ... big ... as you?" her mother asked as 
she held the pill in front of her, examining it.
	"I don't think so.  I took four pills, remember.  Aunt 
Rita thought that only one would be okay for you.  Just to 
give you a little boost, you know?"
	"Well,  I always did think that my sister was crazy, 
but, here goes."  With that she popped the pill into her mouth 
and bit down on it.  She felt the liquid inside gush out into 
her mouth.  It tasted sweet, almost like honey.  Then she 
swallowed it all and waited.

	Meanwhile, back at Rita's house, Stewart was still 
locked in the bathroom.  Rita stood outside the door talking 
with him, but he refused to come out.
	"Stewart, it's okay," Rita reassured him, "everyone's 
gone now."
	"I can't come out ... just ... yet, ... Ms. Wilkes..."
	Rita heard Stewart breathing harder and faster for a 
minute and then let out a soft moan.  She had heard this 
several times before and she had a pretty good idea what 
Stewart was doing.  "Are you all right?" she asked, "Can I 
help?"
	"No ... I mean ... yes ... I'm fine," Stewart replied in 
an exasperated voice, "I'm sorry this is taking so long ..."
	Again Rita heard Stewart's breathing increase.  She had 
finally had enough of this.  She placed one hand by the handle 
of the door and began to press inward.  The metal creaked as 
it resisted her efforts.  But this lock was no match for her 
strength.  It gave in with a loud pop.  Rita held the door to 
keep it from slamming against the wall.  Then she saw Stewart.
	He was sitting on the toilet seat holding his foot long 
cock in both hands.  As Rita came through the door, he froze 
like a child who had just been caught doing something wrong, 
his teary eyes wide, his cheeks blushing.  But the sight of 
Rita overpowering the door lock was too much for him.  He was 
so totally turned on by her sexy power that his cock exploded 
with a stream of semen while his entire body convulsed.  The 
jism arched across the room and landed in a large puddle of 
the seed.  Then he collapsed against the back of the toilet, 
exhausted.  Yet his hard-on remained, the massive thing 
twitching, wanting more and more pleasure.
	Rita surveyed the room and then knelt next to the shaken 
man, "Oh Stewart, I'm so sorry," she attempted to console him, 
"we never thought this would happen."
	"Every time I come I hope that I can relax this 
monster," Stewart was nearly crying, "but all I can think 
about is that girl and her huge muscles and breasts, and then 
I can't control myself again."
	"Big muscles turn you on?" Rita asked.
	"Yeah," Stewart replied, "as you can tell."  He motioned 
to the small lake of semen on the tile floor.
	"Maybe if you come once more, you can relax." Rita 
suggested as she gently took his huge member in her hands.
	"I don't know, Ms. Wilkes ..."
	"Stewart," Rita said as she began to lick upward along 
his long hard shaft, "it's time for you to just call me Rita."
	"Okay ... Rita," he was having a hard time 
concentrating.  "Like I said, I don't know ... if that will 
work ... I've already come five times!"
	"Just ... leave it to me." Rita said between slurps.  
She covered his big cock head with her lips and went down on 
him as far as she could.  She was enthralled by his size and 
hardness, and he had already come five times, he said!  Rita 
began to rub up and down on the shaft faster and faster all 
the while sucking harder and harder.
	In a minute, her efforts paid off.  Stewart arched his 
back, tightening nearly every muscle in his body, and shot a 
load of cum into Rita's waiting mouth.  She had tasted many 
men's cum before, but Stewart's was somehow different.  It 
tasted sweet, almost familiar, but Rita couldn't place the 
taste.
	Stewart's stalwart erection flagged slightly, but then 
returned with a vengeance, bigger and stiffer than before.  
Rita again took the cock into her hands and mouth and began 
working on it again.  Suddenly, she felt flushed, like a fire 
had exploded inside her.  She paused momentarily in her work 
and fanned herself.
	"Whoa, I feel really warm all of a sudden." Rita said as 
she pulled at the collar of her t-shirt.  To her surprise, the 
shirt gave way like wet tissue paper, disintegrating in her 
hands.  Her upper body was exposed except for what her sports 
bra covered, and that was being stretched to its limit by her 
enormous breasts.  With no where else to go, they were 
spilling over the top of her bra.
	Stewart, seeing the changes that were taking place in 
Rita's already massive body, couldn't contain himself again.  
His rock hard penis shook a little and then let go another 
stream of jism.  Rita, though, was ready for this one and 
readily sucked down the entire load.
	Rita stood up a little shakily and looked down at 
Stewart's still raging hard-on.  "C'mon," she said as she 
picked him up with one hand under his tight butt and the other 
still playing with his plump and hot head, "let's see if we 
can do this another way."
	She carried him effortlessly into her bedroom and 
plopped him on the bed just as another wave of warmth filled 
her body.  She stood over Stewart's prone body and upright rod 
and reveled in her growing power.  Then she tore off her bra 
and shorts and jumped on top of Stewart.  She nestled his huge 
cock into her hot, soaking cunt and started to gyrate and pump 
him.
	"Um Rita, I've ... I've never done this ... um ... 
before?"
	"You haven't?" Rita asked without stopping, "Not even 
with your girl friend?"
	"No ... she sucked me a couple of times .... like what 
you did ... but not ..."
	"Don't worry, Stewart, I'll take care of everything.  
Just do what comes naturally."
	In no time at all, Stewart was getting into the rhythm 
of Rita's movements.  And in a little while more he was coming 
again, grabbing Rita's sexy hips and pulling himself deeply 
inside her.  Rita paused for a moment and then continued 
pumping when she realized that Stewart was still hard.  Both 
partners started breathing heavily in time with the motions.  
Stewart reached his hands up and began exploring the wondrous 
contours of Rita's body, which excited him all the more.  When 
his hands reached her nipples, waves of pleasure racked her 
body.  He gently rubbed them until they were fully erect, then 
he grabbed her breasts and kneaded them roughly.
	Rita felt a deep warmth spread over her and suddenly 
felt energized again.  She tore Stewart's hands away from her 
tits and pinned them to the bed.  His giant cock felt so good 
inside her, filling her like no one had ever done before.  She 
slowed the rhythm and increased the pressure of her humping 
until both were on the verge of coming.  Finally, Rita nearly 
stopped her motion altogether as every muscle in her body 
tightened and grew to a frightening size.  Both partners were 
shaking with anticipation until finally they orgasmed 
together.
	Rita collapsed on Stewart's heaving chest and tried to 
catch her breath.  In a few moments she felt the familiar 
warmth flooding through her.  At the same time, she realized 
that Stewart's penis was still rock hard inside her.  She 
slowly raised herself and separated from her friend.
	"Obviously, this isn't going to work either." Rita said 
as she leaned on her elbow and held Stewart's cock in her 
hand.
	"Goo ... goodness, Rita," Stewart stammered, "your 
muscles ... they're ... growing!"
	Rita looked at her arms and chest.  She had grown!  She 
jumped from the bed and stepped quickly into the weight room.  
The sight that greeted her in the mirror was nothing short of 
astonishing.  She raised her arms and hit a double-biceps 
pose.  Her once large arms had grown into mountains of muscle 
that rivaled Mary's.  Her lats spread out so far that she 
nearly doubled her former chest size.  And her thighs looked 
monstrous compared to her still small waist.
	"Shit! There goes the Ms. Olympia!" Rita murmured as she 
turned slowly to view her glutes and back, "Then again, I 
could probably give Dorian a run for his money in the Mr. 
Olympia!"
	Stewart had followed Rita into t he room out of 
curiosity, but when he saw her posing in front of the mirror, 
he couldn't believe her size.  As she placed her hands on her 
waist and flared out her back, he became so turned on that he 
could feel himself about to blow another wad.  Rita turned 
toward him and scooped him off the floor, taking his throbbing 
cock into her mouth again.  She already had one mess in the 
bathroom to take care of, and she didn't want another one in 
her weight room.  Stewart arched his back, knowing that Rita 
would never drop him, and let go with another stream of cum 
into her mouth.
	Rita set him down gently and said, "We could keep this 
up all day, Stewart, or at least it seems like you could keep 
that up all day.  But if you ever want to go out in public 
again, we had better try something else to get your friend 
there to relax.  Why don't you try working on my hard drive.  
It is what you came here for after all."  
	What Rita really wanted to do, was to continue letting 
Stewart come inside her and see how strong she would become.  
But she knew that that would be using the young man when what 
he really needed was some one to help him.  As she showed him 
to her computer, though, she had another idea.
	"See what you can do with this piece of junk, Stewart, I 
need to clean things up around here and find you some 
clothes."  She winked at Stewart as he sat naked in front of 
her computer and then turned to her task.  She found the 
hypodermic needle that she had used before and removed the 
needle part.  Then taking a large drinking glass, she went 
into the bathroom.  There she meticulously sucked the cum off 
the floor and deposited it into the glass.  When she was 
satisfied that she had gotten all of it up, she wiped the area 
clean with a cloth, then took the glass back to the kitchen.

	Meanwhile, Mary was driving around downtown San Diego.  
Suddenly, she found herself back on the same street that she 
had visited before.  She drove to the shop, parked the car 
outside, and walked in.
	"Hello again, Mary Ende." came a voice from behind the 
counter.  "I was expecting ..."  The old woman's voice trailed 
off as she looked up at the vision of muscular beauty before 
her, "Oh!  I was expecting someone else.  Can I help you?"
	"You were right the first time, I am Mary Ende."
	"The potion ...?" the old woman questioned as she looked 
Mary up and down.
	"Seems I mixed things up a little.  I was hoping you 
might have some answers."  Mary said as she leaned her thick 
forearms on the counter.  She explained the events of the 
night before in as much detail as she could provide, starting 
with the books.
	"Turner Hopkins?" the old woman questioned.  For the 
first time, Mary noticed a name plate on the woman's counter.  
It read 'Eunice Hopkins'.
	"Are you related?"
	"I had a great-uncle named Turner, who supposedly was 
very interested in the black arts.  I would love to read his 
journal, if that could be arranged.  But for right now, tell 
me more about the potions and the spell that you combined."  
She sat down at her desk and pulled out a laptop computer.
	"You have this sort of stuff on computers these days?" 
asked an incredulous Mary.
	"Of course dear," Eunice said holding up a CD, "A whole 
library of magic books on CD-ROM."
	Mary related the ingredients of the potions and the 
exact phonetic pronunciation of the spell while Eunice entered 
the information on her computer.  In a little while the women 
had their answer.
	"Incredible!" Eunice's eyes opened wide in surprise. 
"For some reason, whether the day of the month, or perhaps the 
particular order in which you mixed the ingredients, the spell 
worked, as you already know.  Anything different and you would 
most likely be dead right now, or a blithering idiot 
grovelling in a corner somewhere.  And it seems that the 
change is indeed a permanent one."
	Then Mary related the amazing changes that she was able 
to bring about in others through her 'milk.'  She pulled the 
bottle of pills out of her windbreaker and gave one to Eunice, 
explaining how Rita had put the milk into the pills.  Eunice 
held the pill up to the light and then led Mary into a back 
room.
	Eunice sat down in front of a large machine and flicked 
on the lights.  Mary was astonished by the modern looking 
piece of equipment in what otherwise looked like an antiquated 
shop.  Eunice adjusted some dials and changed what looked like 
a lens.  Then she sat back and watched a monitor, nodding her 
head as it displayed various images and numbers.
	"Wh ... what is this thing?" asked a puzzled Mary.
	"Hmmm?" Eunice was still busy watching the monitor, "Oh 
this?  It's sort of a 'magic meter'.  It can tell the magic 
content of various objects or liquids, even give me a fairly 
accurate readout on possible effects." Eunice turned toward 
Mary and smiled, "You see, even witches keep up on the latest 
technologies."  She turned back to the monitor and then 
pressed a key for a printout.  Taking the piece of paper in 
hand, she led Mary back into the front room of the shop.
	"It seems that whatever is in those pills will have 
quite an effect on people, as you have already noted.  And 
this effect can be permanent."
	"It can be?  Does that mean it might wear off someday?"
	"No, what I mean is that it can be reversed.  I can give 
you an antidote if someone takes more than you intend, or if 
they don't like the changes that occur.  Let's see what else I 
can determine here," Eunice said as she went back to studying 
the paper.  "It seems that the potency of your magic milk 
reached a high point about twelve hours after you changed and 
will dissipate totally after about twenty-four hours.  If you 
had milked yourself earlier in the day, each one of these 
pills would be twice as powerful!  However, the magic 
contained in these pills should last for quite some time.  
Here's something interesting.  You said that you gave some 
pills to a young man?  It seems that men might become a 
conduit of this magic.  In other words, they might be able to 
pass it on to others as well, possibly through their sexual 
fluids."
	"Their sexual fluids?" Mary interrupted, "You mean ..."
	Eunice looked up at Mary, "Yes, through their semen.  It 
would seem to be a logical path.  Anyway, the potency will 
diminish as fast as yours and within twenty-four hours, 
they'll be back to normal.  Of course, they'll still have 
their gains in size and strength, as will the others that they 
pass it on to."
	"When my friend Rita tried to take another dose, it 
didn't affect her.  Why was that?"
	"I would guess," replied Eunice thoughtfully, "that once 
a person's body goes through the changes initially, any more 
of the 'milk' would be ineffectual."
	"One shot, that's all you get, eh?" asked Mary with a 
smirk.
	"I would say so. Except ..."
	"Except what?"
	Eunice looked back at her paper, "Except, I'm not sure 
about what would happen if someone had a dose of your 'milk' 
and another dose of some 'magic seed', as it were."

	Back at Rita's house, Stewart was finishing with his 
troubleshooting and wrapping things up.  By concentrating on 
the computer problem, he had been able to let his engorged 
member finally relax.  Rita found a huge sweatshirt and some 
spandex shorts to put on and then joined him again and handed 
him some clothes that she said a friend of hers had left some 
time ago, a t-shirt and some loose shorts.  They fit him well, 
though a little snug around the chest and crotch.
	"Listen, Stewart," Rita cautioned, "I don't know if my 
sudden muscle growth was a delayed reaction to Mary's special 
'milk' or if it was caused by you.  Just to be on the safe 
side, I would suggest that you head straight home and go to 
bed.  I'll call you in the morning to let you know what Mary 
finds out.  And what ever else you do, try to keep that 
monster of yours relaxed.  Think of computer codes!"
	"Okay, Rita." Stewart reached out his hand to shake, 
"Thanks."
	Rita took his hand and then pulled him closer and gave 
him a peck on the cheek.  "And no downloads from the internet 
tonight!" she called after him as he walked toward his car.  
Stewart turned and waved as he climbed in.  In a moment he was 
gone.
	Rita raced back to the kitchen.  She took the glass 
filled with cum and added several scoops of protein powder.  
Then she sliced a banana into a blender, added the rest and 
mixed the whole mess. "May as well add a little flavor." she 
muttered as she poured the concoction back into the glass.  
She lifted the glass and drank all of the drink in one gulp.
	"Not bad," she commented to herself as she licked the 
last drops out of the glass, "Now lets see what happens."
	By the time she had made it back to the weight room, she 
was beginning to feel the familiar warmth flooding over her.  
But this time it was different, more intense, almost a 
burning.  She felt so good inside, her entire body felt on 
fire, like she was on the verge of the biggest orgasm of her 
life.  A tingling sensation ran from her fingers up her arms 
and across her chest, then it started in her toes and ran up 
her legs, ending in her crotch.  She grabbed herself and began 
furiously fingering her nether lips and clit.  The spandex 
material gave way under the onslaught of her powerful fingers, 
exposing her hot, moist sex.  Suddenly her nipples expanded, 
flushed with blood, and began stretching the sweatshirt 
material.  The coarse material rubbing against her engorged 
nipples sent shock waves of pleasure throughout her body.  Her 
free hand went up to her chest to rub her nipples harder, and 
again the shirt disintegrated at her powerful touch.
	Overcome by the feelings surging through her, Rita 
collapsed onto the weight bench and rode wave after wave of 
pleasure as she orgasmed over and over again.  Finally she 
relaxed her exhausted body and let her hands drop to her sides 
as she drifted off into a blissful slumber.

	As Rita slumbered, Mary and Eunice were working on a 
possible antidote to the magic.  The computer was just 
beginning to print out the necessary ingredients when the door 
to the tiny shop burst open.  A woman in her early fifties 
stood there, panting and frantic.
	"Can I help you?" Eunice asked as the women turned to 
look at the panicked woman
	"Do you have a phone?  I ... I need to call the police!" 
she cried.
	Mary looked carefully at the lady.  She had short, wavy, 
grey and brown hair and large eye glasses.  She was wearing 
tennis shoes, shorts and a knit sweater.  From the obvious 
double chin and sagging breasts, her sweater covered up an 
upper body that had seen better days.  The exposed part of her 
legs were dimpled with fat, and although she had probably only 
run a few yards [meters, for those of you in Canada, England, 
and most anywhere else], she was totally out of breath.
	"Perhaps I can be of some assistance?" Mary asked as she 
rose to her full height and placed her hands on her hips, 
accentuating her broad shoulders.
	The frantic woman looked up at Mary's gorgeous face, 
bright smile, and impressive stance and stopped breathing for 
a second.  "My ... my son," she finally got out, "down the 
block ... defending some girls from a ... a whole gang of 
thugs!"
	Mary took two pills out of the jar and handed them to 
the woman, "Calm down, take these, and show me where they are.  
Pardon us, Eunice," Mary said turning to the modern-day witch, 
"this shouldn't take us long."  With that Mary led the 
befuddled older lady to the door.  "Bite down on the pills and 
then swallow them." she instructed the woman as she closed the 
door behind them.
	The woman immediately obeyed the directions of the 
assertive beauty she was following, then asked, "What's in 
these, some sort of calming herbs?  They taste great."
	"They're magic pills," Mary replied matter-of-factly, 
"With those you will never have to worry about protecting your 
boy or yourself again.  Which direction?"
	The older woman pointed toward a nearby corner, then 
asked, "By the way, my son is not a boy, he's 21 years old.  I 
brought him back to San Diego for his Senior year at college.  
We were just downtown having dinner and then a nice walk when 
we saw those girls in trouble.  My Joe is always sticking his 
neck out to help others, I hope that we get to them in time.  
By the way, my name is Mona Michaels ..."  Her voice trailed 
off as she began to feel strange sensations flowing through 
her body.
	Mary looked down at her and smiled, knowing what was 
happening, "Nice to meet you, Mona, I'm Mary Ende.  You should 
be feeling the effects of the pills right about now."
	Indeed, Mona had never felt like this before.  As she 
walked, the layer of fat surrounding her began almost melting 
away.  Her large breasts seemed to lift of their own volition 
and her back straightened out for the first time in thirty 
years.  Walking, breathing, moving, became nearly effortless 
for her.  She stopped walking for a second and removed her 
glasses, surprised that she could see perfectly without them.  
Even her face took on a more youthful, radiant look.  Her skin 
took on the tightness and elasticity of a woman half her age.  
She felt a rush of strength flow through her arms and legs, up 
her back and across her chest.  Once again, her breasts seemed 
to float in front of her, as if their size and weight meant 
nothing.
	"What ... just happened ... to me?" she said as she 
slowly turned toward Mary.
	"How do you feel?"
	"Feel?" Mona said as if in a trance, "I feel wonderful, 
fully alive ... strong!"  She looked at her hands and arms 
astonished by the power she felt in them.
	"About as strong as an entire football team, I would 
guess."  Mary beckoned her onward, "Let's keep going, remember 
your son is in trouble."
	Those words served to rouse Mona from her reverie.  With 
renewed determination she ran down the street to where she had 
left her son moments ago.  Her feet were barely touching the 
ground as she ran with such power and speed as she had never 
before experienced.  Everything seemed so effortless, like she 
was floating down the street.  In a matter of seconds they 
reached the confrontation.
	The boys had passed the usual stages of negotiation, 
then posturing and shoving, and were heavily involved in the 
next stage - pounding the shit out of Joe.  There were five 
boys taking turns punching or kicking the hapless hero, three 
of whom Mary recognized as her assailants from the night 
before.
	Mona approached two of them from the rear and, grabbing 
their shirts, smashed their heads together.  The heads made an 
interesting sound, like two hollow coconuts smacking against 
each other.  The boys knees gave way under them as they 
slumped to the ground unconscious.  The other three boys 
suddenly turned their attention away from Joe and stared in 
disbelief at this middle-aged woman who dared to interfere 
with their fun.
	"What the fuck?" asked Pecs, still dressed in his tank 
top.  Probably the same one that he was wearing the night 
before, Mary thought to herself.  She was hiding in the 
shadows, waiting to see how this scene played out.
	"Hey, she's the dumbshit's old lady!" said another one 
as tall as Pecs, but heavier and dirtier.  "She ran to get 
some help."
	"Man are you in trouble mama," sneered Pecs, "You 
shouldn't of come back without help.  Now yer gonna end up 
just like sonny boy." [I understand that colloquialisms such 
as 'yer' and 'gonna' give spell checkers fits, but I'm just 
trying to make it sound like a high school boy talking - one 
who has obviously spent too much time in front of a TV and not 
reading the classics,  such as "The Spell" by Marknew or 
"Amazon Artifact" by Lingster - now those are classics!]
	Mary, still hanging back, thought to herself, "I have a 
feeling, that this lady can handle anything that these boys 
can dish out."
	The tall dirty boy lashed out with a kick aimed at Mona' 
stomach.  Instinctively, she reached down to stop him, grabbed 
his leg and then flung him to one side where he crashed into a 
wall and slumped to the ground, stunned.
	The next one to attack Mona was the tallest of all of 
the boys.  At 6' 4" he towered a foot above the diminutive 
powerhouse.  He swung his big right fist at her head, but she 
ducked back avoiding the blow.  Then he followed with a left 
which Mona caught inches away from her face.  She began to 
squeeze the assailant's hand with her super charged muscles.  
With horror mixed with wonder, she watched as her forearms 
muscles pushed out the sleeve of her sweater and the boy's 
hand grew more and more compact.  Soon she could hear bones 
popping and crunching from her assault on the hand, together 
with cries of pain from the shocked boy.  Then Mona reached 
down with her free hand and grabbed the tall boy's genitals.  
Lifting and squeezing at the same time, Mona held the boy over 
her head.  He weighed close to 200 pounds, but to Mona he felt 
like she was lifting nothing heavier than a mop.  She threw 
him against the windshield of one of the cars that the boys 
had driven up in, where he passed out from the intense pain 
she had inflicted.
	Joe managed to open one swollen eye while Mona was 
dealing with the tall youth and couldn't believe what he was 
seeing.  Was that actually his mother who picked up that big 
kid over her head and threw him ten feet through the air?  But 
suddenly he saw the muscular kid approach his mom from the 
rear.  He tried to warn her, but he could barely get anything 
out.
	Pecs had taken the opportunity of Mona throwing his 
friend to sneak up on her from behind.  He couldn't believe 
that some old lady was single-handedly wiping out his gang.  
He sprang on her and circled her neck with his large arm.  
"That's it, bitch," he snarled through clenched teeth, "Now 
yer gonna die!"  He tightened his grip and flexed his 
considerable muscles.  He was pouring everything he had into 
his choke hold.  He didn't want her to walk away alive.
	At first, Mona panicked and tightened her neck muscles.  
Then she remembered that she was easily many times stronger 
than this boy.  She relaxed and calmly began pulling his hand 
away from her throat.  Pecs resisted her with all the strength 
he had, but he couldn't stop the older woman.  Then she gave 
him a sharp blow to the stomach with her elbow.  Pecs released 
her and doubled over in pain.  Mona turned around and picked 
up Pecs by the front of his shirt.
	"You have got a filthy mouth," Mona scolded the large 
boy.  With that she slapped him across the mouth.  Of course, 
with her enhanced strength, her slap hit him with the force of 
a Mike Tyson knockout punch.  His jaw snapped and he spun 
completely around on his way to the street.
	Mary had been watching the whole fight from a distance, 
not sure if she should interfere.  She was hesitant to strike 
the boys in fear that she might kill one with her awesome 
strength.  Now she collected the two boys with the cracked 
skulls and piled them on top of the car next to the boy that 
Mona had thrown up there.  As she turned around, she was 
horrified to see the tall dirty boy whom Mona had flung aside 
earlier had gotten up and was now threatening Mona with a 
knife.
	The knife was razor sharp.  The gang member was always 
proud of that.  And he knew how to use it.  He had sliced up 
more than one person before in a fight.  This old bitch would 
be no different, only easier.  He took a couple of jabs at her 
to test her reflexes.  Then, suddenly, he slashed twice across 
her chest.  The blade was indeed very sharp and it cut through 
the material of Mona's thin sweater like a hot knife through 
butter.  The pieces of sweater drifted to the ground.
	Mary was shocked.  She hadn't wanted any harm to come to 
Mona, only to help her and her son.  Now the woman was in 
danger of dying at the hands of this thug because she was too 
cautious about using her power.
	Mona was shocked.  The boys hand had moved so swiftly, 
so deadly, she had never seen it coming.  She looked down at 
her chest, expecting to see deep gashes.  But instead, there 
were only red marks where the blade had been raked across her.
	The boy was shocked.  He knew he had cut deep enough to 
kill her.  But instead, he had managed to only cut away the 
old bitch's sweater to reveal the largest set of tits he had 
ever seen in person.  His knife had cut through the old lady's 
bra, but her tits didn't seem to need it as they sat firm and 
high on incredibly thick chest muscles which led down to her 
small, hard abs.  "Fuckin' A!! What are you made of?" the 
astonished youth shouted as he stared at the unhurt woman.  A 
heartbeat later he lunged toward her, intending to skewer her 
with the sharp blade.
	Mona, anticipating his move this time, grabbed his wrist 
and stopped his charge.  She raised the boy's wrist and bore 
down on it with all her super strength.  His bones popped and 
cracked as she showed him no mercy.  "Apparently, sterner 
stuff than you." Mona said in answer to his question.  But at 
the moment, he could not hear her as he struggled and cried, 
trying to break the older woman's grip.  When the knife fell 
out of his all but lifeless hand, Mona let his wrist go.  
Stepping back slightly, she wound her right hand up and 
delivered an uppercut that George Foreman would have been 
proud of.  The unconscious youth sailed through the air and 
into Mary's arms.
	"Nice trajectory." Mary said as she caught the boy in 
her own strong arms.  She laid him out on the trunk lidb of 
the car.  "You better take care of Joe now.  And here, put 
this on." she said as she took off her windbreaker and handed 
it to Mona.  Mary was wearing a t-shirt underneath that was 
stretched to the limits by her massive musculature and 
bounteous breasts.  Mona stared in awed fascination as she 
pulled the large windbreaker over her own good sized arms and 
zipped it up.  Then she turned to Joe who was struggling to 
raise himself from the ground.  Meanwhile Mary picked up Pecs 
and added him next to the kid on the trunk.
	"Mom?" asked a dazed Joe, "Is that you?"
	Mona smiled at her son and stroked his head, "Yeah, it's 
me.  Are you okay?  Can you stand up?"
	"I think ..." Joe winced in pain as he tried to move, "I 
think they broke some ribs."
	"Well, I paid them back for that, and more.  Your face 
looks pretty bruised, how does it feel?"
	"How does a punching bag feel?"  Joe tried to laugh, but 
his lips were swelling shut.  "How are the girls, are they 
okay?"
	"I sent them home when we got here." Mary answered and 
smiled at Joe  "The boys were otherwise engaged."
	Joe looked at Mary in wonderment.  He had never seen a 
woman so beautiful and so muscular before. Then his mouth 
almost dropped open as he watched Mary peel back the hood of 
the car like it was aluminum foil and wrap three of the boys 
in it.  Mary's marvelous muscles swelled dramatically with the 
effort, stretching her t-shirt to its limits.  Pops and creaks 
sounded over the empty street as she easily bent the metal to 
her will.  When she was done with the front, she went to the 
trunk where she had laid the other two attackers and repeated 
the procedure.
	"What's ... what's going on?" asked an incredulous Joe.
	"Magic, dear," responded Mona, "as near as I can tell."  
Then Mona remembered the pills that Mary had given her.  The 
bottle was still in the windbreaker.  Seeking only to help her 
son recover from his wounds, she poured two pills into her 
hand and gave them to Joe, instructing to bite and then 
swallow them.
	By the time that Mary was finished with her impromptu 
prisons, Joe was beginning to feel the effects of the pills.  
He stood up as Mary approached, amazed at how good he felt.  
Then his shirt began to stretch as his chest and arms started 
to grow.  His pants became tight around his swelling thighs 
and a noticeable bulge appeared in his crotch.
	"Mona!" Mary exclaimed, "What did you do?"
	"I ... I only wanted to help him," stammered Mona 
defensively, "I wanted to share your gift of power."
	"Oh Mona," Mary said, "I didn't mean ... if anyone 
deserves this Joe certainly does.  He has such a courageous 
heart.  But those pills also seem to have some side-effects 
for men that even I don't know about.  Let's go back to the 
shop, and I'll explain everything to you."
	With that the three companions walked back to the magic 
shop.  Mary had to admit that Joe certainly was a good looking 
man.  And now with the increase of muscle, he was really a 
hunk!  She got excited just thinking about his transformation 
and the possibilities it held.

	Meanwhile, across town, Stewart Thompson was pulling his 
car to a stop, but not outside his own house.  He had made a 
little detour to the house of his girlfriend, Tiffany 
Chambers.  As he sat in the dark car, he nervously fingered 
two small vitamin pills that he had taken from Rita's house 
while she was cleaning up.
	He had always had a thing for Tiffany.  She was smart 
and funny.  She was the president of the Physics club.  She 
may not have had the greatest figure in the world, but she was 
okay looking and besides, she loved Stewart, and that was 
enough for him.  But now, he had a chance to give her the kind 
of body that he had always fantasized about.  She could be as 
muscular and beautiful as Rita or Mary, and still be smart and 
funny.
	Stewart got out of the car and stashed the pills in a 
pocket in the shorts he had on, along with the car keys.  Then 
he walked over to the tree that grew by Tiffany's second floor 
window.  With surprising ease, he lifted himself through the 
branches until he was right outside her window.
	Stewart pulled himself up with one hand and rapped on 
the window with his other.  Again, he marvelled at how easy it 
was to support his weight with just one hand.  His big muscles 
bulged again as he repeated the greeting.  Finally a sleepy 
Tiffany walked to her window to see what was making the noise.  
The moon shone brightly overhead, giving the whole scene a 
soft illumination.  She was startled to see Stewart hanging by 
his hands in her tree.  She raised the window and leaned out 
slightly.
	"Stewart!"  she cried out in a whisper, "What are you 
doing?"  Then seeing him do several one handed pull-ups, she 
amended her question, "How are you doing that?"
	Stewart pulled himself up one last time and swung his 
feet into Tiffany's window.  He slipped noiselessly into her 
dark room.  Tiffany, still shocked to see her boyfriend 
climbing in her window, clutched at her small lacy teddy, 
"What are you doing here?" she demanded in a whisper.
	"I've just had the most incredible thing happen to me," 
replied Stewart as he circled Tiffany with his arms, "And I 
want to share it with you!"
	Tiffany was surprised by the strength she felt in 
Stewart's arms and the hardness of his chest.  She pushed back 
slightly and began examining him with her hands.  She couldn't 
believe the difference in her boyfriend.  The wide, round 
shoulders, the deep, thick, manly chest, the flat, hard 
stomach.  She played her hands down the front of him 
remembering the old Stewart and marvelling at the new one.  
Then she continued her sweep to his crotch.  Immediately, his 
super charged cock responded, filling her hand with a bulge 
like she had never felt before.  Without looking up, she 
deftly slipped the shorts that Stewart had on over the 
enlarging member.  She was aghast at the size and girth of 
Stewart growing cock.
	"Oh Stewart!" was all that she could say as she began to 
stroke his huge cock, "Oh Stewart!"  Tiffany moaned as she 
started to lick and kiss Stewart's majestic pole to its 
unbelievable limit.  In another instant the hard rod was in 
her mouth and Tiffany was sucking him deeper and deeper 
inside.
	Stewart reached down to stop her, to tell her about the 
pills, but the sensations she was sending through his body 
felt so good that all he could do was rock and sway with her 
motions.  Then suddenly, without much warning at all, he 
exploded into her waiting, hungry mouth.

The End 
(of part three - be here for part four, and the exciting 
conclusion of ... The Librarian! - that is if I can wrap up 
all of these loose ends and make it sound the least bit 
believable.  Oh yeah, and somehow I've got to get around to 
the basketball team!)