The Librarian (part four)
by Mac
Mary Ende, Librarian, and friends continue to share the power!


	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.
	Tiffany was surprised at the amount and taste of her 
boyfriend's cum.  She swallowed as fast as she could to keep 
up with the stream filling her mouth.  But it tasted so good 
that she didn't mind at all.  She savored the last drops and 
licked the big throbbing head clean, just to make sure that 
she got it all.  She smiled as she realized that instead of 
going limp as he usually did, Stewart's big cock looked like 
it was ready for more.  She wrapped both hands around it and 
started stroking again and nibbling at the tip of it with her 
teeth.
	Stewart finally regained his senses and looked down at 
Tiffany working hard on his hard on, trying to get him to come 
again.  He only had a few seconds to get her to stop before 
the overwhelming sensations took control of him again.  He 
grabbed her shoulders and slowed her down as he slowly slid 
his member out of her hands.
	"Tiff ... Tiff ..." Stewart was trying to contain 
himself, "Stand ... stand up for a minute."
	The love crazed girl slowly rose, her face beaming 
toward the object of her affection, while she held on to the 
object of her fascination with one hand. "What is it Stewart?  
Is something wrong?  You said you wanted to share your gift 
... isn't this what you meant?"
	"Ummm ... not exactly, not that I mind at all," Stewart 
tried to explain as quickly as possible, "it's just ... how 
... how do you feel?"  Stewart took a small step back to look 
at the girl.
	"I feel fine," replied Tiffany, "I'm a bit tired, it is 
the middle of the night after all, but I'm glad to see you ... 
what's going .... on ...?"  her voice trailed off as she felt 
a little dizzy.  She held onto Stewart for support as a wave 
of warmth swept over her.  "Gosh, got a little dizzy there for 
a second," she looked up at Stewart, "Do you feel warm all of 
a sudden?  What are you smiling at?"
	Indeed, Stewart was smiling as he recognized the initial 
signs that accompanied the growth process.  He stared at 
Tiffany as she was illumined by the moonlight.  For a moment 
it seemed to Stewart that she was shrinking slightly, as if 
the layer of fat that surrounded Tiffany's body was melting 
away.  But at the same time, it looked as though all those fat 
cells were being redirected to her breasts.  Tifffany's 
breasts, which previously had been average for a girl her age 
and weight, started lifting the front of her teddy.  The magic 
in Stewart's semen was transforming her average breasts into 
mounds of soft but firm tit flesh.  Her nipples hardened at 
the brush of the teddy material as it rose and stretched over 
the growing boobs.  The hardened nipples tented the teddy away 
from her body, hiding her stomach and thighs from Stewart's 
stare.
	If he had been able to see through her nightgown, 
Stewart would have been amazed at the changes taking place in 
his girlfriend.  Her stomach became flat and as hard as his, 
but shrinking to a dainty size befitting her gender.  Her 
thighs were swelling with power as inch upon inch of rippling 
muscle was added to each leg.  Tiffany stared, dumbfounded, at 
her arms as they, too, were beginning to show lots of bulging 
muscles.
	Suddenly, the two young lovers heard a ripping sound as 
Tiffany's expanding back tore through the thin material of her 
teddy.  Tiffany easily removed the torn garment with one hand 
as she flexed her other arm in bemused amazement.  She stood 
in front of Stewart now looking like a goddess of muscle with 
her big tits sitting high on a chest packed with muscular 
power and her arms and legs flexed.  The strength of more than 
ten men flowed through her body, and she loved the feeling!
	"I take it this is what you're talking about, Stewart?" 
asked a still flexing Tiffany with a smile. "That's okay, you 
don't need to answer.  I can tell by the way you're clutching 
that hot rod of yours that this is exactly what you had in 
mind."  She took a step back, put her hands on her hips, and 
spread her legs.  Then rising up on her toes, she flexed her 
legs to their utmost.  Her legs were easily the size of most 
heavyweight female bodybuidlers.  Then she raised both arms in 
a double biceps pose that almost rocked Stewart into another 
ejaculation.  The moonlight cast wonderful shadows over her 
body, accentuating her bulges and curves.
	"I've known about your fascination with muscular women 
for some time, Stewart."  Tiffany relaxed and moved closer to 
Stewart, reaching out for his chest.
	"H ... how?"
	"Remember that time that I came over to your house to 
study, but you were still at the computer lab at school?"  
Tiffany's hand roamed across his chest as she continued, "Your 
mom, I mean your step-mom, let me into your room.  While I was 
there, I took the liberty to glance through some of your files 
to see what you were doing on the internet.  I had a hard time 
at first, wondering if you could possibly be interested in me 
and those women that you had so many stories and pictures of.  
I mean they were sexy, in a way, kind of powerful and sexy, so 
I wondered what you saw in me.  But then I realized that you 
must have been attracted to me for some reason, and I decided 
to not worry about it and let you work it out for yourself."
	"You knew?  And you didn't mind?"
	"Well, a little bit.  After all, those are pretty 
impressive bodies those women have."  Then she smiled again 
and raised her eyebrows, "But then again, I'm not exactly 
chopped liver either, am I?"  She lifted her big boobs, arched 
her back, and placed one hand behind her head, flexing the 
bicep to its fullest.
	"And ... and you don't mind being this big?  This 
strong?" said Stewart hopefully.
	Tiffany looked at her magnificent body, washed by the 
moonlight, "Are you kidding?  I love it!  The only two 
problems facing me right now are 1) how am I going to get 
dressed in the morning and how much will I have to spend on 
new clothes; and 2) how can I find out how strong I am?  I 
mean, am I stronger than you?  Let's see that massive bicep of 
yours again."
	Stewart lifted his arm and flexed his big muscle.  He 
was so proud of his arms now.  They must be at least 18 inches 
around.  Tiffany rested her hand over the top of the big peak 
and squeezed.  Stewart's arm almost immediately deflated in 
pain from his girlfiend's super grip as she pressed in on his 
muscle.
	Then Tiffany raised her arm and told Stewart to push in 
on her bicep.  Tiffany's 16 inches fit easily into the palm of 
Stewart's large hand, but when he tried to squeeze, it felt 
like he was squeezing a rock.  He couldn't even make the 
slightest indentation in her arm.
	"Let's wrestle," Tiffany said as she lowered her arm and 
grabbed a nearby end table.  She cleared off the items on top 
and the two naked opponents knelt down opposite each other.  
They locked hands and Tiffany waited until Stewart said go.
	It was no contest from the start.  Stewart gave it all 
he had, but Tiffany was just too powerful.  They had the same 
result with the other hand.  Finally, Stewart gave up, 
admitting defeat.  He flopped back on the bed with his hands 
in the air.
	"I give, I give." he cried as he lay on his back on 
Tiffany's bed.  "I know when I've met my match."
	"Your match?"  Tiffany said as she stood triumphantly 
over her boyfriend, "You mean your master ... or would that be 
mistress?  Whatever!"  She lay next to Stewart and stroked his 
shoulders and chest again.  "But I was wondering ..." her hand 
was working its way further  and further south, "what if I got 
another blast of your 'power juice'?"
	Stewart looked at her in alarm, "Ummm ... I don't know 
if that's a good idea."  He proceeded to divulge all of the 
night's activities and how it seemed that Rita kept growing 
and growing and how he wasn't sure if that was a good thing.
	"I'll tell you what," Tiffany put one hand on Stewart's 
chest and pinned him easily to the bed while the other hand 
circled his shaft and started pumping slowly up and down, 
"I'll be the judge of that."
	In no time at all, the magnificent pole had risen again 
and Stewart was nearly ready to explode.  Tiffany shifted her 
hold and placed his giant cock into her mouth.  Licking and 
sucking him with her new found strength, Tiffany brought him 
closer and closer to the edge.  Stewart tried to resist, but 
the sensations washing over his body were too much.  He let 
loose a torrent of cum into the super girl's mouth.
	Tiffany, again, swallowed quickly to keep up with the 
flood, making sure to get every drop.  Then she licked up the 
rest starting at the base of the cock and slowly working 
upward toward the majestic tip.  She was rewarded with one 
final spurt as she reached the crest, which she caught and 
consumed.
	Moments later, she began to feel the familiar warmth 
flowing through her body.  All Stewart could do was stare in 
amazement as his girlfriend started once more to undergo the 
most wonderful transformation.  Her muscles were growing right 
before his eyes, just as Maeghan's had done back at Rita's 
house.  Her already large breasts slowly stretched and grew 
rounder, bigger, and firmer.  Her nipples, excited by the 
growth of her breasts, became engorged with blood and grew to 
the size of cherries.
	Tiffany knelt above the prone figure of her boyfriend 
like a dominant she-beast.  She raked her heavy breasts across 
his chest and teased his lips with her hot nipples.  Then she 
placed one hand on his back, between his shoulders, and lifted 
him up to her lips.  Her bicep bulged as she held him firmly 
against her mouth while her tongue forcefully explored his 
mouth.  Even if he had wanted to, which he didn't, he couldn't 
have broken free of her hold, so Stewart relaxed and enjoyed 
the feeling of being 'taken' by a girl.
	Tiffany released Stewart and smiled as a new thought 
crossed her mind.  "Oh, I've just got to know."  she said as 
she bounded from the bed and opened her dresser.  She pulled 
out a cloth sewing tape and walked back to Stewart.  She 
flipped on the small light that was on a table next to her 
bed.
	"Okay, kneel up on the bed, raise your right arm, and 
flex."  she commanded.  Stewart hesitantly agreed.  He was 
half afraid of what the results might be.  Sure, he knew that 
Tiffany was now many times stronger than he was, but what if 
she were actually bigger than him, too?  Still he looked at 
her arms, and although they looked really strong and sexy to 
him, he thought that his were bigger.  He proudly raised his 
arms and flexed as hard as he could.
	"Ooooo," Tiffany cooed as she read the tape, "I'm 
impressed!  18 big, powerful inches of hard, manly muscle.  
Okay, now you measure me."
	She handed him the tape and stood straight up, causing 
her boobs to jiggle slightly.  Tiffany noticed that Stewart 
was staring at her marvelous tits as they came to rest on her 
thick chest.  "Not there, Stewart," she said jokingly and then 
raised her unflexed arm and pointed to it, "Here.  Try to 
concentrate."
	Stewart wrapped the tape around Tiffany's arm and read 
off the measurement, "12 inches.  Now flex."
	Tiffany slowly started to flex her arm muscles.  She 
took her time just to see the effect it would have on Stewart.  
Farther and farther she stretched the tape.  15 inches.  16 
inches.
	"17 inches!" read Stewart, a bit relieved that he was 
still the larger of the two.  Still, his lengthening cock gave 
silent testimony to just how turned on he was by his 
girlfriend's mighty muscles.
	Then, suddenly, Tiffany flexed her arm even harder.  A 
mound of muscle the size of a baseball popped out of the top 
of her arm forming an incredible peak of rock hard muscle. She 
stretched the tape past the 18 inch mark and Stewart's cock 
snapped to attention.
	"18 and one half!" Tiffany was practically bursting with 
pride.  Before Stewart could say anything, she pushed him back 
on the bed, "Now watch this!" she announced as she reached 
down for the bottom of the bed.  "I've been doing some mental 
calculations," she said as she grasped the edge of the bed and 
began to lift, "and I'm wondering if I'm strong enough,"  
slowly she lifted the bed in her hands, "to lift this bed with 
you on it, by one end."
	Her forearms swelled to tremendous proportions as her 
hands strained to hold the cumbersome weight aloft.  Her 
biceps bulged as she supported the bed and her boyfriend.  As 
she rattled of the complex formulas to find the weight of the 
bed, figuring in vectors and gravity, the dimensions of the 
bed and the increase in Stewart's weight, Stewart rolled over 
on his stomach and gazed lustfully at her massive arms.  He 
played his fingers over the bulges and contours.  He traced 
the thick, blue veins that ran from her forearms to her 
shoulders, and then ran his hands down across her rippling 
pecs and settled on her nipples.  With a soft moan, she 
stopped talking physics and tilted the bed until Stewart slid 
down and into her arms.
	Then she set the bed down gently on the floor and flung 
Stewart down on top of it.  She stepped back and hit another 
double-bicep pose, "So as I was saying, before I was so rudely 
interrupted, I estimate that I have the strength of at least 
25 full grown men.  What do you think?"
	Stewart was captivated by the sight of his super 
muscular girlfriend.  Although her muscles were not that much 
larger than his, because of her 5' 6" frame, she looked 
incredibly buff.
	"I think you are the most beautiful, intelligent, sexy, 
wonderful woman in the entire world," Stewart stood up and 
picked up Tiffany with relative ease, "I also think you should 
shut up and lay down with me for a while before I have to go."  
	Stewart laid her down on the bed and turned out the 
light.  He looked at her again in the moonlight, totally in 
awe of her muscular beauty.  Then the two young lovers cuddled 
up next to each other, knowing that they would have to part 
before daylight, and that daylight would come all too soon.  
Stewart nestled his head between Tiffany's massive bicep and 
huge shoulder.  He lay his arm over her stomach and gently 
stroked her ponderous breast.  Stewart was in heaven.

	Sally O'Rouke had never quite felt like this before.  At 
least, not that she could remember.  Her middle-aged body 
suddenly felt very light, like she weighed only a fraction of 
her normal 130 pounds.  She looked at her daughter, Maeghan, 
seated with her at the kitchen table and opened her eyes wide 
in surprise.
	"Wow." was all she was able to say.
	"So," Maeghan was smiling from ear to ear, "how do you 
feel?"
	"Really ..." Sally was searching for the right word.
	"Light?"
	"Yeah ..."
	"And strong?"

	"Strong?"  She hadn't thought about it, but she was 
feeling stronger.  All the usual aches and pains that hit her 
at the end of the day seemed to have disappeared.  "I ... 
guess so."
	Maeghan stood up and helped her mom stand as well.  Then 
she jumped into her arms like she used to do when she was a 
little kid.  Taken off guard by her daughter's actions, Sally 
instinctively held on to the girl.  She looked down at her 
muscular bundle and smiled when she realized how easy it was 
to hold her.
	"Megs, you feel so light!"
	"Guess what, mom," Maeghan said as she put one arm 
around her mother's shoulder, "I just weighed myself after my 
shower.  I weigh 185 pounds now."
	Sally couldn't believe her ears.  If Maeghan was telling 
the truth, then she must be ... really strong!  She put 
Maeghan down and looked at the solid oak table.  She knew that 
it took both she and her husband to move the table because of 
its weight.  She calmly placed one hand under it and steadied 
it with her other hand.  Then, almost effortlessly, she lifted 
the entire table with just the one hand.  It rose higher and 
higher until Sally was standing with it at arm's length above 
her head.
	"Cool beans, Mom!"
	Sally lowered the table again and straightened out her 
blouse, which seemed to be pulling a bit tighter around her 
chest, "Oh, my stars." was all she said.  Then she glanced at 
her husband still watching the television in the other room.
	Maeghan caught the glance and the sly smile on her 
mother's face.  "Well, I better get to bed."  She gave her mom 
a kiss on the cheek.
	"Oh, Megs," Sally said, holding her daughter's arms and 
feeling the power that they held, a power that she now shared 
a little bit of, "Thank you so much, this is such a wonderful 
gift.  I feel like I'm twenty again!"
	"You're welcome, Mom.  And make sure you call Aunt Rita 
in the morning and tell her thanks again from me, too."  Then 
Maeghan went up to her bedroom.
	Sally turned to the family room, walked in, and stood in 
front of the TV.
	"Sal, you're in the way."
	She reached back and turned the TV off.  "It's time for 
bed," she said as she unbuttoned the top two buttons on her 
blouse.  The opening gave her husband a glimpse of cleavage 
that seemed deeper than before.
	"Sally," The man stood and walked over toward her, "I 
was watching that show."  He tried to sound authoritative, but 
he was too busy looking at her breasts.  Were they larger 
tonight?  Was that even possible.  He stood in front of her 
and examined her, "Are you okay, Sal?"
	Pat O'Rouke was a big man.  He stood 5' 11" but he 
weighed 245 pounds, most of it muscle.  So when he stood in 
front of his 5' 5" wife, he got a pretty decent view down her 
blouse.  But the view tonight struck him as different somehow.
	"Am I okay?  Sure.  Never better.  It's just that it's 
time for bed."  With that the short woman reached down, 
wrapped her arms around her husbands legs, and stood up again 
with him on her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.  She walked 
with him into their bedroom and laid him on the bed, with him 
protesting all the way.
	"Sally!  Why ... how ..."
	"Why?  Because I'm still in love with you, you lug, and 
because I want to make love with you like we used to years 
ago.  And how?"  At that, she reached up and ripped her blouse 
apart, buttons flying all over the room, "With a bit of magic, 
a bit of muscle, and a lot of love."

	Meanwhile, [Have you noticed that I probably have too 
many story lines going here? It's just that I hate to leave 
any of them stranded.  Don't lose faith, true believer.  I'll 
try to get them all back together.  Or at least a few of them.  
It would certainly make keeping track of them easier. - Mac] 
Mary, Mona, and Joe arrived back a the magic shop.  Eunice 
explained to Joe and Mona the possible side effects of the 
pills on young men.  Joe was adamant that he had no intention 
of passing on his gift to any women within the next twenty-
four hours or even within the next twenty-four months.  Joe 
was a serious student, and didn't even allow himself time for 
a relationship.  Still, the three women agreed that someone 
should keep an eye on Joe for the next day.  He was just too 
good looking, Mary thought to herself, especially now with all 
those big, burly muscles.  The girls won't be able to leave 
him alone.
	Mona said she would love to stay, but she needed to get 
back home to Blythe [that's a small town on the border of 
California and Arizona] for work the next day.  But she 
thought that Joe would be in good hands with Mary.  Secretly 
she hoped that maybe something might happen between these two.  
She so wished that Joe would take more of an interest in 
women, and Mary was just the kind of woman to arouse his 
interest.
	Mary was too tired to put up much of a fight and she 
knew that she was the logical choice to keep tabs on Joe.  
"Okay, okay, he can crash at my place for the next twenty-four 
hours." Mary said, giving in.
	"One more thing," Eunice held out two bottles, "Here is 
the antidote for your potion."  Mary stepped over and examined 
the bottles.  "Actually, these are two counter-potions.  One 
will reduce the person's size but not effect their strength.  
The other will reduce their strength but leave them the same 
size.  Two drops of either one, or both, should do the trick."
	"Mary took the bottles and opened one.  She smelled it, 
noticing that it smelled like honey, too.  "How much of a 
reduction will happen with just two drops?"
	"Sorry Mary, this isn't an exact science.  It might 
negate any growth that occurred, or it might take the person 
most of the way back.  Hard to say without trying it."
	The three women looked at Joe. He smiled shyly, "I ... I 
kind of like being stronger ... and bigger.  No thanks."
	"Mona?" Mary asked.
	"Nope.  I feel like a kid again.  And thanks to your 
pills, I look like a million bucks, as well!  No way I want to 
have my old body back."
	Mary thought about her own body.  If she took the potion 
that reduced her muscle size, she wouldn't stand out like some 
freak.  Then again, if she took the strength reducer, she 
wouldn't be so afraid of using her tremendous strength and 
hurting someone by accident.  But she had to admit that she 
loved being this powerful and she also had to admit that she 
really was getting used to being oggled by other people.
	"Yeah," Mary finally said, "I know what you mean Mona, I 
guess we'll just have to wait for a while to see if Eunice's 
potions will work."
	With that, Mary bade a fond good-night to Eunice and 
accompanied Joe and Mona back to Mona's car.  After seeing her 
off safely, the two young people walked back to Mary's car and 
drove off for her place.  Along the way, they discovered that 
they had a lot in common.  Joe was a history major at Point 
Loma College and hoped to be teaching high school himself in 
the near future.  Mary had a keen interest in English 
Literature, especially from the Middle Ages.  As they drove on 
towards Mary's apartment, the conversation was lively and 
often animated as they talked about favorite subjects.
	Finally, as they were almost to their destination, the 
conversation turned toward the events of the day and how Mary 
had transformed herself and, eventually, all these other 
people, too.  As Mary was pulling up to her parking space, Joe 
asked, "So Mary, just how strong are you now?"
	Mary stopped the car and smiled at him, "Well, let me 
just show you how a real woman parks a car."  She leaped out 
of the convertible and walked around to the front of the car.  
Reaching down, she grabbed the front bumper and slowly began 
to lift the massive Cadillac.  As the car started rising, Joe 
also leapt out, wanting to get a better look at what was 
happening.
	And what was happening was nothing short of astonishing.  
Joe saw Mary's arms swell to more than twice their original 
size as she took the weight of the front end in her hands.  
Then the car began to rise higher and higher, until Mary was 
holding it above her head.  When she had it at arm's length, 
she supported the front end with one hand and reached toward 
the middle of the chassis with the other hand.  She worked her 
way toward the balance point of the car and then locked out 
her arms like an Olympic lifter.  Only she was holding at 
least 5,000 pounds of the finest American steel above her 
head.
	As if in a trance, Joe approached the gorgeous amazon, 
oblivious to danger above his head.  He had always been 
attracted to women with large breasts (probably got it from 
being around his mom) and Mary's humungous pair were straining 
the limits of her tank top, puffed out even larger than before 
by her display of superhuman strength. He was also fascinated 
by the size and hardness of her muscles.
	He had never been particularly attracted to muscular 
women before, but Mary was certainly an exception.  Her broad 
shoulders and back that bulged under the tremendous weight of 
the Caddy, led to a relatively tiny waist and then into 
curvaceous, womanly hips.  Her brilliant smile glowed with as 
she reveled in her superhuman strength and her wavy brown hair 
shone lustrously as it splayed across her thick chest.  Which 
led Joe back to those awesome boobs!  And he wondered if the 
tank top material would be strong enough to hold those 
monsters in.
	Joe never got a chance to see the conclusion of the 
struggle between cloth and flesh as Mary turned and stepped 
over to her parking place in front of her door.  She gently 
reversed the process of lifting the car and set the heavy car 
down perfectly in place.  As she stepped away from the car she 
dusted off her hands and smiled at Joe.
	"So, does that answer your question, Joe?" She smiled 
again as Joe just stood there, shaking his head in disbelief.  
"C'mon inside," she said as she walked up to her door and 
unlocked it, "I am totally beat.  I know I make it look easy, 
lifting huge cars over my head, but it really does take a lot 
out of me.  And this must have been the longest day of my 
life!"
	She showed Joe into her tiny apartment and showed him 
around, then headed off to bed.  Mary peeled off what few 
clothes she had on and collapsed onto her bed.  She was out 
like a light practically before she hit the pillow.  Joe and 
Mona and Stewart and Rita and everyone else would just have to 
wait for a few hours.  This super girl was out.

	About at that time, Rita was waking from her nap on top 
of the weight bench, not a very comfortable place to fall 
asleep, but she had just gone through the most intense 
orgasmic experience of her life and her body just shut down 
for a while.  As she sleepily opened her eyes, she saw the bar 
above her head that still held the 400 pounds of weight on it.  
She stretched her arms lazily and then reached up to grasp the 
bar and lift it.  To her surprise, it felt no heavier than a 
broomstick.  She tried to lower the bar down to her chest, but 
something was preventing its descent.  She thought that she 
could usually lower a bar farther than that before.  What was 
stopping her?
	Rita glanced down and saw that the bar was resting on 
two large, bronzed mounds.  Initially, she was puzzled as to 
what they were.  Then suddenly it hit her.  Those were 
breasts.  Those were HER breasts!
	"Oh god, they're huge!", she yelled to no one in 
particular.  Then she corrected herself, "Oh god, I'M huge!!"
	Slowly the bar began lifting out of her hands, seemingly 
all by itself.  Rita couldn't figure out what was happening, 
until she saw her expanding nipples appear over the crest of 
her giant boobs.  The coolness of the metal bar combined with 
the sexual thrill that passed through Rita's body when she 
realized how big she had become and caused her nipples to 
suddenly harden.  And as they got harder and harder, they 
began to lift the 400 pound bar off her chest.
	"Holy Shit!  Even my tits are stronger than most men!!"
	She sat upright, massive weight held easily in one hand 
and looked at herself in the mirror.  She was totally 
flabbergasted by what she saw for at least the third time that 
day.  Muscles were piled on top of muscles.  Her melon-sized 
breasts were held high by her thick pecs and inhumanly elastic 
skin tissue.  She lifted her hand that held the bar and 
watched as a football-sized bicep took shape, even though the 
weight was truly insignificant to her now.
	She stared down at the bar, which should be impossible 
for her to lift and wondered aloud, "My god, just how strong 
am I now?"  As if to answer her own question, she grasped the 
steel bar with both hands and slowly began to try to bend the 
ends together.  Her already thick chest ballooned outward with 
the effort and her bounteous boobs nearly blocked the bar from 
her sight.
	Much to Rita's shock and pleasure, the bar was gradually 
starting to bend!  For five solid minutes she wrestled with 
that bar trying to bend it further.  She was totally dripping 
with sweat by the time she gave up.  Quickly, she slipped the 
large weight plates off the ends and held up the arched bar 
proudly, "Bends steel in her bare hands!" she said 
triumphantly.
	Hanging the curved bar across some clothes hooks so she 
could admire it later, the super-charged PE teacher grabbed 
another bar and loaded it up with as much weight as she could 
fit.  When she was finished, she added it up to 2200 pounds.  
That was about what she was squatting that morning after Mary 
had given Rita her special 'milk.'  She figured that her 
strength had increased about ten times.  Now she held the bar 
in her hands and tried to curl the massive weight.
	To her surprise, the heavy bar rose and fell quickly and 
easily.  She shifted the bar to just her right hand and tried 
again. This time she curled it slower, but still was able to 
crank out ten good reps.  She practically tossed the bar into 
her left hand and repeated the feat.  Her biceps bulged with 
power, pumped beyond belief by the workout.  As she flexed 
them again in the mirror she calculated that she was easily 
100 times as strong as before. With each pose she said a quiet 
thank you to Mary and Stewart.
	Rita spent the next hour or so posing and measuring and 
marvelling at her new body.  She knew that she could never 
compete in another bodybuilding contest.  Hell, she would even 
be too freaky for the Mr. Olympica contest!  Huge mountain 
ranges of muscle erupted from her thighs as she flexed her 
super human legs.  Her calves jutted sharply out above her 
smooth, tan ankles.  Every separation in her abs and obliques 
were deeply etched as if carved out of marble.
	To her utter surprise, Rita found that her muscles were 
almost as large as Mary's now.  They had measured each other 
yesterday morning (was it just one day ago?) and the 
measurements that she just took were only a couple of inches 
smaller. She couldn't wait for Mary and her to hit the beach 
down at Mission Bay in skimpy bikinis and sun their gorgeous 
bods together.  Or maybe they could take a trip to LA and hang 
out at Venice Beach with all the buff guys, and totally blow 
them away with their new humungousness.
	Rita glanced at a clock and was surprised to see that it 
was already 5:30 in the morning.  She felt so alive and 
wonderful that she wasn't even tired.  She took a quick shower 
and downed a huge breakfast (being this strong made her really 
hungry) then set about cleaning house and doing laundry.  She 
couldn't wait to call Mary with the news, but she thought she 
should hold off until a more decent hour.

	While Rita was trying to keep herself busy, Stewart had 
just woken up in his girlfriend's bed, still nestled in her 
muscular arms.  He sat up quickly, remembering where he was, 
and horrified that he had slept there so long.  If he didn't 
get out soon, Tiffany's dad might catch him, and then all hell 
would break lose.
	As Stewart quietly lifted himself out of bed, Tiffany 
stirred and slowly opened her eyes.  She reached up and pulled 
Stewart back down to her, laying him on top of her newly 
expanded tits.  Stewart knew that it was hopeless to resist 
his amazonic girlfriend now, so he gladly returned to her arms 
and her bounteous bosom.
	"Stewart," she said sleepily, searching his face and 
feeling the strength in her powerful limbs, "This wasn't a 
dream, was it?  You really were here ... and you turned me 
into some kind of supergirl..."
	"Oh Tiff," Stewart whispered back, "Is that ... okay?"
	"You silly boy," Tiffany held his head in her mighty 
hands and pressed her lips against his for a super kiss, "It's 
better than okay - it's great!  The only problem is ... I've 
got to get some new clothes!"
	"Yeah, me too, if you haven't noticed.  My pencil necked 
geek outfits just won't do now that I'm so big."
	"Oooh, I noticed," Tiffany cooed back as her hands 
roamed over her boyfriend's back and butt, "Hey, how about I 
pick you up around ten and we'll go shop together."
	"Cool!" Stewart pushed away from the sexy muscle girl 
and once again rose off the bed. "But I gotta get out of here 
before someone sees me."  He dressed quickly and started out 
the window.  As he turned to blow Tiffany a kiss, she sat up 
and cocked one arm behind her head then flexed her bulging 
bicep til it reached its awesome peak.
	"See ya soon, lover." she whispered with a wink.
	Stewart could feel his manhood responding to this 
fetching image of raw sexual power, but he knew that that 
would just get him into more trouble.  Smiling wanely and 
giving a quick wave, he reached out for the branches and 
disappeared into the morning.
	Stewart arrived home shortly before six and quietly 
slipped into the house.  Luckily, it was Saturday, and no one 
would be up for a while.  Stewart lived with his step-mom, 
Carol, and her brat of a daughter, Andrea.  His father was a 
widower and had married Carol when Stewart was in 4th grade.  
Along with Carol came Andrea, two years younger than Stewart 
and the bane of his life ever since.  Unfortunately, Stewart's 
father died also last year, and Stewart did his best to get 
through his last year of high school.  Actually, Carol was a 
pretty good mom, quiet, hard working and self-sacrificing.  It 
was Andrea that gave him the most grief.  Andrea the Pest.
	Stewart took a long hot shower, beating off a couple of 
times as memories of the night's events replayed in his head.  
Would this monster ever be satisfied?  He hoped he would be 
able to control himself a little better today.  Then he flexed 
his big, newly buffed bod and felt all the great hard muscles 
under his skin.  He felt like a superman today.
	As he stepped out of the shower he heard noises coming 
from the basement.  Then he remembered that Andrea was going 
to get together with some friends to start exercising today.  
There was a weight set in the basement that Stewart's dad had 
set up in the hopes that Stewart might work out some day.  But 
Stewart had been much more interested in computers than 
weights, so the only use it got was when Andrea would lift 
some light weights every now and then.
	Andrea was more athletic than Stewart. Not a jock, but 
just in pretty good condition.  She ran several miles a week 
and did some aerobics with friends.  Now it seemed that she 
wanted to try to get some friends involved with weight 
lifting, too.
	Stewart had a wild idea of strolling in to the basement 
and showing off his buff new body.  So he found some biking 
shorts that someone had given him for a birthday and pulled 
out a tight white t-shirt.  He checked himself out in his 
mirror.  The clothes fit so snug that every rippling muscle 
was clearly showing.  And his overgrown cock made a nice big 
bulge in his shorts, too.
	As he walked down the stairs, he got just the reaction 
he had hoped for.  There was Andrea, laying on the bench 
getting ready to press what looked like 50 pounds.  On one 
side was her friend Terri, a round-faced girl with nice tits, 
but a little too much body fat to go with them.  On the other 
side was Debbie.  She had a nice build and a cute face, too.  
Of all of Andrea's friends, Stewart liked Debbie the best.  If 
he and Tiffany weren't a thing, he probably would have asked 
Debbie out a long time ago.  Standing at the head of the bench 
was a shy looking girl that he didn't know.  She was really 
skinny and the tight shorts and striped top she had on didn't 
help her looks any.
	All the girls stopped simultaneously and stared at 
Stewart.  "Morning girls." he tried to sound casual, as if he 
did this all the time, "How would you like a real man to show 
you how it's done?"  With that he loaded another 250 pounds on 
the bar.  The girls were too dumbfounded to talk.  Andrea got 
up from the bench and scowled at her brother.
	"You've never lifted a weight in your life, Stewart, how 
are you gonna ..."
	Her question was answered soon enough as Stewart 
smoothly lifted the 300 bar and started pumping out reps.  The 
girls stared in amazement as Stewart's large chest and arms 
swelled with power.  Finally after about ten reps, he began to 
slow down as he pumped out three more.
	Seizing the opportunity, Andrea straddled Stewart's 
prone body and leaned on the bar adding her 120 pounds to the 
weight.  It was all Stewart could do to keep the bar from 
crushing his chest.  Andrea motioned for Kelly and Debbie to 
hold the bar down, too.
	"What?  What the heck are you doing?  Let go!  I can't 
hold all of you!" Stewart was wild-eyed at the prospect of 
being crushed.
	"We'll help you as soon as you tell us what's going on." 
Andrea shot back.
	"I ... don't know ... what you mean!"
	"Just this!  You been a skinny wimp all of your life 
until today when you show up like some after picture in a 
bodybuilding magazine and start lifting twice your weight.  So 
what gives, big brother, and how do we get some of it?"
	"Yeah!" the other girls chimed in.
	"I ... can't ... can't tell ..."
	Andrea guided the bar up to Stewart's throat, "Tell us 
now, or we'll crush your throat!"
	"Okay ... okay," Stewart managed to squeak out, "Just 
let me breathe!"  The girls eased up the tension on the bar 
and Stewart spilled everything about the magic pills and the 
effect on him.  "And now I'm the one that big and strong ... 
and I can make ... others ..." his voice trailed off as he 
realized that he had said too much.
	Andrea returned the pressure to his throat, "What do you 
mean, you mean without the pills?  How?  Answer!!"
	"I slept ... with Tiffany ..."
	"Tiffany?"
	"Oh gross!"
	"Woof! what a dog!"
	"You wouldn't say that if you saw her today.  She's 
huge! And strong!  Just from ..."
	"From what, Stewart?" Andrea asked, inching the bar 
closer to his neck.
	"My ... you know ... my semen."
	The girls stood in stunned silence.
	"He's got magic ... cum?"
	"What if he's lying?"
	"Yeah maybe he just wants to get off..."
	"No, he's too much of a baby to try to lie just to save 
his neck."
	"We gotta drink ... it?"
	Then the shy girl spoke up, "I'll give it a try."
	They all looked at her.  Andrea said, "Are you sure 
Ginny?"
	Ginny stood up and walked over to the bench.  She was 
just under 6 feet tall, gangly, with pipe cleaner arms and 
legs that seemed to stick out all over. "Sure, I mean my 
boyfriend back at my old school was kinda into that thing, you 
know?  It doesn't taste too bad..."
	After lifting the weight back up with the help of 
Stewart and the other two girls, Andrea ordered the girls to 
get some jump ropes and tie Stewart hands and feet so he 
couldn't move.  Then she found some scissors in the next room 
that was used as a sewing room and she cut away Stewart's 
tight shorts, exposing his relaxed dick.  Stewart was 
protesting all the while and trying to think of computer code 
to keep his mind off of what They were doing.  Although he was 
a lot stronger than before, he was still no match for the 
ropes.
	"Alright, Ginny, go for it."
	Ginny gingerly knelt in front of Stewart and started 
gently rubbing this cock.  Then she proceeded to taking it her 
mouth and sucking it.  Sure enough, try as he might to not 
give in, Stewart's magnificent manhood began filling with 
blood.  Higher and higher it rose as Ginny hastened her pace, 
sucking and rubbing it.  The other girls were astounded at 
it's growing size.
	"Way to go Ginny!"
	"You go girl!"
	"Holy shit!  Lookit the size of that thing!" [As 
mentioned in part 3 of this epic, I have tried to affect the 
distinct language of the Southern California teenager.  For 
more about this, consult the definitive work on this topic, 
Dialects of Teenagers - Origins and Pronunciations, by Walter 
Heisenbacher- Mac] [Okay, I'm just kidding- don't go running 
to your local library looking for the book, I made it up - 
Mac, again]
	Ginny was shocked at the mammoth cock she was working 
on.  Her boyfriend was only half this size.  But she continued 
working it harder and harder.  Soon it was all she could do to 
fit its hot, throbbing tip in her mouth.  She  licked the 
shaft and wrapped her slender fingers around it, urging it to 
come forth with its magic jism.
	Stewart was trying to fight the overwhelming feelings 
that were racking his body, but all he could think about was 
how good it felt, and how much he wanted to explode in the 
young girl's mouth.  He tried to think of computer programs 
but his mind kept designing a program to create supergirls.  
Finally, he could hold back no longer.  His entire body 
quivered and strained and then finally let loose a torrent of 
super cum.
	Ginny knew that he was about to blow.  She braced 
herself and got ready to swallow.  One more suck on the tip 
and he started to shake.  Then he started to cum.  And he came 
and came.  It seemed to Ginny like he would never stop.  It 
tasted so strange, but so good, that she greedily swallowed 
every drop that he offered.  Finally it was over.
	Ginny stood up and wiped the remains of the sticky 
liquid from the sides of her mouth.  The girls watched 
intently for any changes.  A minute passed, and then two.  
Andrea was just about to start the torture again to get the 
truth from Stewart when she noticed something happening to her 
friend.
	Ginny felt a little dizzy as a warmth spread through her 
lanky frame.  Then suddenly, her tits, which had previously 
been little more than nipples pushing against her tight top, 
began to push outward on the stretchy material.  Soon her thin 
arms and legs began to fill in with toned muscles like a 
fitness competition.
	But the growth kept up.  Her breasts now stretched the 
top so tightly that they were being held flat against her 
expanding chest muscles.  Her arms were swelling with hard 
muscle and her legs started showing definition in her quads.  
Then her butt, which was pretty much flat before, began 
growing and rounding and her calves blossomed into hard 
diamonds of muscle.
	Ginny held up one arm and flexed it hard.  To her 
surprise a bicep the size of a lemon popped up out of her 
formerly shapeless arm.  She reached out with her other hand 
to see if it was for real.  As she felt her arm, her muscle 
seemed like it was made of rock, it was so hard and solid.  
The other girls gathered around her, ignoring Stewart.  They 
touched her muscles and tried to squeeze them.  Terri grabbed 
a hand and tried to pull it down.  Ginny just grinned and held 
it motionless.  Then Terri put all her weight on the arm, even 
lifting her feet off the ground.   Again, Ginny didn't move an 
inch.  But a couple of seams in her sleeve popped open as her 
bicep swelled even larger.
	"Geez Ginny!  How strong are you?" an incredulous Debbie 
asked.
	"I don't know," Ginny shrugged her wide shoulders, 
"Let's find out."  With that she walked over to where the bar 
was racked. It still held 300 pounds.  Without thinking, she 
grabbed the bar and lifted it easily to her bulging breasts.  
Her biceps finally pushed the fabric of her top too far and 
the sleeves ripped open exposing the largest arms these girls 
had ever seen on a girl.  Andrea ran back to the sewing room 
to get a tape measure while Ginny transferred the bar to her 
left hand.  With steady, controlled motions, she curled the 
heavy bar five times then switched hands for another five 
reps.
	"Wow! That was easier than I thought it would be!"Ginny 
gushed as she returned the bar to its rack. "And you could 
only do twelve bench presses, Stewart.  I bet I could bench 
that all day!"  She held her pumped up arms and proudly 
displayed her big biceps while Andrea wrapped the tape measure 
around one.
	"Check it out girls, Ginny's got guns! 13 inchers!" 
Andrea called out.
	Then Ginny started pulling at the neck of her t-shirt, 
"But I gotta tell ya, this shirt is just too small now!"  With 
that she tore open her shirt like she was ripping a piece of 
paper.  Released from their bondage, her newly developed 
breasts poured out, bouncing in front of her until the came to 
rest on her powerful chest.
	The sight of Ginny's boobs exploding out of her shirt 
was too much for Stewart. His hard on returned with a 
vengeance.  Seeing the stiffened member, Terri knelt down 
quickly and grabbed it with both hands.
	"My turn, now." she said as she tried to duplicate 
Ginny's actions.  After a few tries, she got into the rhythm 
of it and stroked Stewart closer and closer to the edge.
	"Stop!" Stewart protested, "Wait ... stop ... you ... 
don't know ..."
	"Shut up Stewart," Andrea commanded, "Or I'll stuff a 
gym sock in your mouth."
	"No ... help ... gotta ... stop"
	"That's it!" Andrea found an old sock and forced it into 
Stewart's mouth. "Go on Terri."
	Terri resumed her stroking and licking. She sucked the 
big red tip and nibbled on it, too.  Soon Stewart was ready to 
climax again.  How many times is this? he asked himself before 
he lost himself to the immense pleasure rocketing through his 
body.  When he came, Terri made sure to swallow all of it.
	While Terri was waiting for the changes to start, Andrea 
straddled Stewart's legs and gently grabbed his big cock. "My 
turn." she said looking him in the eye.  He looked back with a 
shocked expression and tried to scream out a protest. But the 
socked was lodged too firmly in place and all it came out as 
was a muffled cry.  He lay his head back in resignation.
	"You're gonna blow your own brother?" asked Debbie.
	"Sure ... why not.  Besides, he's just my step-brother." 
Andrea said as she lowered herself closer to the already 
hardening rod.  She sucked him like an expert.  Slow and 
gentle at first, then harder and firmer.
	Even though he was repulsed by the idea of his cock 
being sucked by his step-sister, she was so good at it that he 
couldn't resist getting turned on.  Suddenly he was rock hard 
again and felt a power surge all through his body.  He was 
huge, powerful as an ox, a superman!  The pleasure raced 
through him and he rocked and bucked in time with Andrea's 
deft hands and mouth.  Then, explosions went off in his head 
and groin as he released another torrent of jism, pumping it 
out, spurt after spurt.  His whole body tensed for one final 
second then went limp again on the bench.
	As Andrea stepped back, wiping her mouth, she noticed 
that Terri seemed to be shrinking.  It looked like her outer 
layer of fat was just melting away.  But then it seemed as if 
all those fat cells suddenly concentrated in her boobs as they 
stretched further and further outward. Then her muscles 
started growing, and growing.  She was wearing a loose tank 
top over her pink sports bra, but the bra was having trouble 
containing her new size.  Her sweatpants, now four sizes too 
big, slipped down her legs showing off her bulging quads.  She 
stood there in just her panties flexing and re-flexing her 
legs.  Although Terri's muscles were probably no larger than 
Ginny's, because of her 5' 6" size, she looked huge.
	Terri went to take her turn with the bar. As she lifted 
it neatly with one hand she saw that Andrea was beginning her 
growth spurt, too, and Debbie was tentatively kneeling down in 
front of Stewart.
	"What's wrong Deb?" asked Terri as she lazily curled the 
massive weight, "Don't you want to be strong, too?  Lookit 
this!" She held her rock solid arm up and flexed her thick 
bicep.  "And check out these abs." she said as she lifted her 
tank top.  The material of her bra had taken just about all it 
could and it was starting to rip at the top.
	"Yeah, I guess" she paused for a second, playing with 
Stewart's relaxed dick, "It's just ... should we be using 
Stewart like this?  Just for our own growth?" Then she smiled 
wickedly and winked,  "I mean hell, let's share the wealth 
with more of our friends!"
	"Right on!"
	"Yeah, we could help like dozens of girls at school."
	Then Debbie wrapped her beautiful lips around Stewart's 
quickly swelling monster of a cock and got down to business.  
It began responding instantly to her ministrations and soon 
reached its magnificent fullness.  Debbie was impressed.  She 
had seen pictures of penises this size and once saw a movie 
with a guy this big, but she had never held on in her hands 
and mouth before.  She decided that she wanted to enjoy this 
as long as she could.
	Just when Stewart was about to cum and his body was 
tensing up, Debbie slowed down and then lifted her head to 
watch Terri flexing her new muscle for the other girls.  She 
continued to stroke the underside of the towering cock, just 
enough to keep it hard but not enough to allow release.
	Andrea and Debbie often dressed alike and today was no 
different.  They were both wearing oversized sweatshirts and 
tight aerobic leotards underneath with some loose shorts.  
Debbie watched as Andrea stripped off the sweatshirt.  Her 
tits were filling out the leotard to the point of ripping.  
Then her muscles stated growing.  Her arms filled with balls 
of powerful muscle and her legs kept getting larger and 
larger.  Debbbie returned her attention to Stewart flagging 
pole, just in time to keep it rock hard and throbbing in 
pleasure.
	Again and again Debbie would bring Stewart to the edge 
of release then slow him down.  This caused Stewart's erection 
to grow even harder, screaming for creaming.  Stewart was 
beyond comprehension.  All his mind could think of was 
cumming.  His entire body was wracked with the intense 
sensations and he bucked and arched his back trying to get 
off.
	Finally, Debbie was ready and pushed the monstrous organ 
over the edge.  Explosions were going off everywhere in 
Stewart as he let go with everything he had. Debbie did her 
best to keep up with the deluge.  Just when she thought he was 
done another stream of warm, sweet tasting cream would spurt 
forth.  This went on for at least a minute, Stewart jetting 
forth his magic cum, and Debbie greedily gulping it all down.  
In the end, Stewart was totally spent and he collapsed back on 
the weight bench.
	Debbie rose from her knees in time to see Andrea lifting 
the bar with her right hand.  Her muscles looked huge and 
beautiful.  She had just walked over to touch the newly formed 
muscle when she felt an intense wave of warmth rush over her.  
She stopped and pulled off her sweatshirt seeking some cool 
air.  She stared down at her arms as she felt a tingle pass 
from her fingertips to her shoulders then across her chest.  
Then it started in her toes and went up to her vagina, 
thrilling her momentarily.  She closed her eyes to take in the 
sensation,
	When she opened her eyes again, the other girls were 
staring at her, specifically her chest.  She looked down and 
saw the two most perfect breasts protruding from her chest.  
But they were still growing.  Past a C-cup and well into a D-
cup, these puppies were expanding quickly.  They were 
extremely heavy and started to weigh her down.  But then she 
felt a tingle run across her back and her back muscles started 
growing.  In seconds the stress of her tits was removed and 
she stood up straight and tall.  As a matter of fact, she 
thought to herself, they almost seem weightless.
	Then Debbie saw the muscles in her forearms begin to 
writhe and swell.  And then her biceps and triceps.  
Everywhere she looked on her body, there seemed to be inches 
and inches of muscle being added by magic.  She could feel 
power coursing through every cell of her magnificent body.
	Debbie looked at herself in the mirror just in time to 
see her chest and tits rip through her hopelessly outsized 
leotard.  The material fell away leaving Debbie naked from the 
waist up.  The image that greeted her was some kind of 
combination porn star and Ms. Olymipica.  Indeed all of the 
girls could easily go toe to toe with the best lightweight 
female bodybuilders.  But Debbie had a lot more up front than 
the others, including Terri.
	Stewart realized somewhere in his darkening mind, that 
she had turned out just as he had imagined her.  He smiled as 
he gazed on her reflection in the mirror, then he finally 
passed out.
	The girls spent the next few minutes posing and checking 
each others bodies out, then they found some extra clothes for 
Ginny and Debbie.  The clamored up the stairs and out into the 
light of another beautiful San Diego August day, leaving 
Andrea's unconscious brother still tied to the bench.  But at 
least they remembered to take the sock out of his mouth.
	"So what do you guys wanna do?" Said Ginny, unusually 
cheerful, but not considering that she now had the strength of 
ten men and the body of a supermodel.
	"Let's go to the high school and watch football practice 
- I wonder if Coach Sprokett would let us work out with the 
team?" Andrea said.
	"Let's just find some boys and work out with them!" 
suggested Terri.
	"We could go to the park and challenge some guys to a 
basketball game - I bet we could slam dunk easily now!" added 
Debbie
	"Or we could just slam dunk some boys!" reminded Terri.
	"Hey we could head down to Silver's Gym and watch all 
those big buff bodybuilding dudes salivate at the sight of us 
and then crush their pumped up egos by out lifting them with 
just our pinkies!" suggested Ginny.
	"Or we could just pick 'em up and crush them in our arms 
and then drag 'em into a back room and then ..."
	"Terri!" the other three shouted in unison.

	Joe got up quickly when the phone rang.  He had only 
gotten a couple of hours of sleep when the noise from the next 
apartment woke him up.  Apparently there was someone guy in 
there wrestling around with someone named either 'god' or 
'Jacquie' because those were the only two names he heard the 
man cry out.  And it didn't help him sleep when his penis 
would suddenly start stiffening.  It seemed to happen when he 
would hear 'god' through he wall, cry out in pleasure or when 
he would think of Mary who could lift a car over her head and 
still make conversation about Chaucer.  Just when the noise 
tapered off, and his persistent hard-on relaxed, the phone 
rang.  Since Mary didn't pick it up on the first three rings, 
Joe got it.
	After he finally straightened out who he was and who the 
caller was and where Mary was, he took a message and promised 
to wake up Mary right away.  He hung up the phone and peeked 
into Mary's bedroom.  She was wrapped in the sheets sleeping 
soundly.  Not sure of what her reaction would be to being 
woken up suddenly, Joe decided to gently rub her back and wake 
her up slowly.  After all, if he startled her, she was strong 
enough that she could throw him across the apartment with even 
realizing it.
	As Joe gingerly approached the slumbering amazon, he was 
struck once again by her incredible beauty and fantastic 
physique.  But even more than her awesome physical presence, 
her personality was absolutely stunning.  She was confident, 
self-assured, deeply insightful, incredibly intelligent and 
wonderfully humorous.  In fact, she was about the only thing 
he could think about all night long.
	As he stood next to her bed, marvelling at her, she 
stirred slightly, exposing most of one leg.  The curves of the 
muscles, how they loomed out from such small joints to such 
enormous proportion only to disappear again at the next joint, 
her soft, smooth, perfect skin, all began to overcome his 
sense of propriety.  In other words, he was getting seriously 
turned on just by looking at her leg.
	Joe decided that he better concentrate on gently waking 
her before his hormones took over.  He sat down and started to 
deftly knead her shoulders, wary of any sudden movements of 
her powerful arms.  As he pushed the relaxed muscles about and 
squeezed them in his hands, he was astounded by the sheer size 
of them.  Muscles larger than any male bodybuilder could ever 
hope to have covered her upper body.  Enormous shoulders led 
to traps and lats that defied description.  Even relaxed as 
she was, a deep crevice ran down her back separating her thick 
back muscles.  And all of this mass gave way to a relatively 
tiny waist that was just as packed with muscle as the rest of 
her.
	As Joe's hands explored the vast regions of Mary's back, 
his eyes wandered from her lustrous hair to her arms which 
only hours before he had seen her use to fold and mold a car 
hood like it was aluminum foil.  The thought of her 
unbelievable feats of strength again caused a sudden stirring 
in his loins, so he quickly looked away and concentrated on 
something else.
	Slowly, almost erotically, Mary began to stretch and 
move.  She let out a low moan of pleasure in response to Joe's 
hands. "Oooh Joe ... that feels soooo gooood."  She lazily 
rolled over, careful to keep her gigantic breasts concealed 
under the sheet.  Then she sleepily looked at Joe and smiled.
	"Mmmmm, I've been thinking about you all night long." 
Mary said dreamily as she let her fingers wander over Joe's 
arms and chest.  "I've been thinking about how gallant you 
were to protect those girls from that gang of thugs, even 
though you didn't stand a chance."  Joe looked down, 
embarrassed.  Mary's powerful fingers easily lifted his face 
back up so she could look him in the eye. "And I'm ever so 
glad that your mom gave you some of my magic pills, because 
you are such an incredible hunk of a man!"
	With that Mary sat up, letting the sheet drift away 
exposing her dramatic endowments which she pressed against 
Joe's chest just as she was pressing her lips against his.  
Joe's reaction to her was instant and hard.  As the kiss went 
on and Mary began exploring his mouth with her irresistible 
tongue, they could hear a ripping sound coming from below.

The End of Part 4.
[Alright so I thought I could wrap this up in four parts.  I 
was wrong.  At least I got it to the next day!  Hopefully you 
won't mind if I add another chapter in the continuing saga of: 
Mary Ende, Librarian. - Mac]