The Librarian (Part 5)
The magic gift of strength continues to spread to others around Mary.
by Mac

	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 some 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 awakened 
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 as 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.
	With all his new found strength, Joe broke off the kiss, 
and looked horrified as his enlarging cock slowly pushed up 
through his shorts.  He turned away from Mary, trying in vain to 
control his rising member. "Ahem ... excuse me ..." he said 
quietly as he stood up and began to leave the room, all the while 
trying to hold his shorts down.
	Mary was on her feet immediately and wrapped her thick arms 
around his waist, stopping his flight.  "Joe?" she said as she 
pressed her huge tits against his wide back, "I'm sorry.  Did I 
frighten you?  I guess since I've changed I've gotten a lot more 
forward.  It's just that I feel so comfortable, so confident, so 
... I don't know ... sexy, I guess."
	"No ... it's not you," Joe's words came slowly, "You're ... 
amazing!  It's just that, well I really like being this big and 
this strong, but ... I kept having nightmares last night that my, 
you know, my , um ... my penis, was like ... huge and that I 
couldn't control myself."  He paused and dropped his head, "And 
now, it's like it wasn't a dream, and I don't know if I want to 
be so big, or if I'll scare girls with it, or if I can't control 
it like at a swimming pool or at school..."
	Mary turned him around slowly and hushed him with a finger 
to his lips.  Then she gently reached down for the elastic band 
on Joe's shorts and ripped them completely in two as if she were 
tearing a piece of tissue paper.  Released from the confines of 
the shorts, Joe's magnificent organ began to rise. Mary stepped 
back a little to watch, and Joe saw her totally nude body for the 
first time.  Suddenly the flow of blood to his enlarging member 
sped up considerably, pumping it to its full length and 
thickness.
	"Oh Joe!  You're fantastic!" Mary gushed as she stroked the 
now throbbing cock.  She estimated that it must be at least 12 
inches long and a good three inches in diameter.
	"You ... you don't think it's too ... big?"
	"Hmmmm ..." Mary said seriously as she knelt down and 
examined the twitching monster with her eyes and her hands. "I 
guess there's only one way to find out," she said with a 
mischievous grin.  She stood up and lifted the large man easily 
with one hand under his butt and the other on his waist. "First 
we need some lubrication." She surrounded the huge, hot head with 
her mouth and proceeded to slurp her way down and up the length 
of the shaft.  Joe was almost losing his mind as the most 
powerful sensations he had ever felt in his life wracked his 
body.
	"Then we need some stimulation." Mary continued as she 
effortlessly lowered the big man until his rod was pointing right 
at her mammoth boobs.  She played her nipples across the super 
sensitive tip of the over-sized penis, smacking it lightly side 
to side.  Then she placed it in the deep canyon between her 
breasts and instead of her moving up and down, she lifted his 
whole body up and down, while her soft pillows of womanly beauty 
edged him closer and closer to the inevitable explosion.  Every 
time the tip cleared her magnificent crest, she licked or nibbled 
at it with her tongue and teeth, increasing the arousal.
	Joe looked down from his lofty position and marvelled again 
at the size of her biceps, now pumped to tremendous proportions 
by her relentless curling.  He felt a familiar tingle starting at 
his toes and then rushing up his legs.  As he arched his back and 
grunted, he grabbed Mary's broad shoulders and exploded a stream 
of warm semen into her waiting mouth.  When the flow proved too 
much for her to take in, it escaped out the sides of her mouth 
and dripped off of her chin onto her bulbous breasts.
	Mary turned and walked Joe back to the bed as she finished 
lapping up the last drops of his juice.  "Well, I guess you're 
not too big for my Double D's." she said as she lay the 
twitching, panting man on her bed.  She raised one eyebrow and 
smiled, "Let's see how you fit someplace else!"

	An hour later, Rita was pulling up in front of Mary's 
apartment.  She knocked on the door and waited, but when there 
was no answer, she tried the handle.  The door was unlocked, so 
she went in.  She noticed several articles of clothing scattered 
around the front room and a trail of clothes leading to the 
bedroom.  In Mary's bed a big man was sleeping soundly while 
someone was showering in the bathroom.  Rita peaked in and 
recognized the outline of her massive friend in the shower.  She 
had already showered once that morning, but hey, how could she 
turn down this opportunity to show off her new giant muscles.  
She stripped quickly and quietly stepped into the shower while 
Mary had her head under the water and facing away.
	"Are you awake already?" Mary asked, thinking that her 
shower partner must be Joe.
	Rita didn't answer.  She reached out ran her hands down her 
friends muscular back and ended squeezing her rock hard ass with 
all her strength.  Mary realized that this couldn't be Joe, it 
was someone almost as strong as she was!
	"Hey!!" Mary yelled as she jerked free and spun around.
	"Hiya gorgeous." Rita smirked, enjoying the shocked look on 
Mary's face.
	"Rita?!? Wow!! You're huge!" Mary couldn't believe her 
eyes.  Rita lifted one arm and flexed her bicep until it peaked 
out at eye level.  "Holy shit, girlfriend, what happened?"
	"Stewart," was her only answer as she lowered her arm then 
circled it around Mary's tiny waist and drew the two of them 
together.
	"Oh dear, then it's true." Mary explained what Eunice had 
told her back in part four of the story [Which by the way I hope 
you have read the first four parts of this story, otherwise what 
are you doing here in part five?  If you don't read these things 
in order then I have to write a long exposition at the start of 
every part just to let you know what's happening and that could 
be time consuming when what I really want to get to is the NEXT 
part of this story as I'm sure everyone else wants me to as well 
because it should prove to be really quite exciting but if you 
aren't familiar with the characters it won't make a whole lot of 
sense unless of course you're just one of those blokes that read 
these stories just for the erotic thrill of women growing hugely 
muscular and having wild sex with just about anything that moves 
- is that it?  Well listen buster, this is literature, this is 
ART!  Sorry ... now back to Mary's shower. - Mac] about how the 
magic could work through a man's semen.
	"Well, it certainly did 'cause he kept cumming and I kept 
growing."
	"Mmmm, you certainly did." Mary ran her hands over Rita's 
huge shoulders and around her thickly muscled back.  Rita 
tightened her hold, mashing their tits together, and then firmly 
planted a kiss on Mary's sweet lips.  Mary returned the kiss with 
equal passion and the two friends spent the next half hour 
exploring each other's bodies and mouths until the hot water ran 
out.
	Mary quickly turned off the water and the ladies stepped 
out of the shower to dry.  Just then Rita remember what she had 
come over for.  "Shit, I almost forgot.  I called Stewart's house 
this morning to see how he was and to make sure that he didn't 
have any contact with anyone else, but no one answered the phone.  
Then I called his girlfriend, but she was really elusive.  All I 
got out of her was that she was going there to pick him up this 
morning at ten.  I think we should check it out."
	The two super women dried off quickly and dressed.  Just as 
they were leaving, Joe stirred from his restful slumber, "Mary?  
Where're you goin'?"
	Mary sat down on the bed next to him and stroked his hair, 
"Rita and I are going to Stewart's house.  There may be something 
wrong."
	"Need some help?  I can get up ..."
	"Isn't that just like you, always ready to defend a poor 
helpless maiden.  No I think we can handle ourselves, mister 
white knight.  You stay here and get some rest.  You'll need it 
after I get back."  With a faint half-smile, Joe rolled over and 
slipped back into dreamland.

	Meanwhile, across town, Stewart was slowly waking up from 
his own dream-filled sleep with a familiar feeling in his groin.  
He just dreamed that he had come again for the umpteenth time.  
As he wearily opened his eyes he realized that he was still tied 
to the weight bench, exactly where his sister and her friends had 
left him.  At least that awful tasting sock was out of his mouth, 
although the taste still lingered.
	As he came to his senses, Stewart felt someone's fingers 
playing with his cock again. He realized that he hadn't been 
dreaming.  He raised his head as far as he could and saw a head 
of blond hair between his bound legs.  As his eyes focused, his 
shock turned into horror and embarrassment as he recognized the 
face coyly smiling back at him.  "C ... Carol?"
	Stewart's step-mother continued fingering his limp cock as 
she kissed it and licked it, obviously trying to bring it back to 
it's glorious hardness.  There was something different about how 
she looked today.  Carol was at least forty years old with a 
touch of gray hair and more than a few wrinkles around her eyes.  
But now she looked young, Stewart guessed about mid-twenties, 
with tight, smooth skin and wild, blonde hair.
	"Oh, you're finally awake?  Have a good nap?"  She placed 
her mouth over the tip of his rod and sucked gently on it.  As 
usual, it didn't take a whole lot to get it going and soon the 
limp member was beginning to stiffen again.
	"What's going on? Wh ... What are you doing?"
	"Wow," Carol said as she lightly stroked his lengthening 
shaft, "You know, Stewart, I'm really impressed.  I've seen some 
really big cocks in my day, but yours ... well, yours is just 
amazing!"  The massive cock responded by abruptly rising like a 
balloon being blown up.  "You see, I found some pills you had in 
your pockets as I was getting ready to do the laundry this 
morning.  And then I heard the commotion down here, so I peaked 
in to see what was going on.  I figured that the pills I found 
must be the same ones you talked about and then I saw what 
happened to Andrea and her friends.  So I took your magic pills 
after the girls left.  You can't believe how it felt!  Suddenly I 
wasn't just a skinny middle aged woman any more.  I felt like a 
superwoman!"
	By this time, Stewart's pole was fully extended and 
throbbing with every pulse of blood.  "So I came down here to see 
if I could lift that bar like the girls did.  That's when I saw 
you lying there and I got a wild idea.  I wondered if I could get 
even stronger if you came inside me.  So I beat you off and guess 
what?  It worked!  My strength must have doubled because I was 
able to lift that bar with just one hand, and it was easy, too."
	Carol paused for a second while a wave of warmth swept over 
her body.  Stewart, still too dumbfounded to speak could have 
swore that he saw her muscles growing.  His eyes widened in 
terror as he realized what was happening.  "How ... how many ..."

	"How many times?" Carol smiled as she felt the surge of 
power pass through her, "That was number two." She stood up 
revealing the extent of her magical growth.  She was short, only 
about 5' 5", but Stewart could see that her physique was becoming 
quite literally packed with muscle.  She swung one thick thigh 
over the fettered boy, and straddled Stewart's mid-section. "I 
think I'll try something different this time.  You just can't 
imagine how good it feels to be this strong, this powerful.  
After your father died, I thought I didn't have much of a life 
anymore ... but now, now I think I'll live a little.  And now I 
have the power to take what I want, take who I want. And right 
now, I want more!"
	Carol was wearing the cotton blouse that she usually wore 
when she worked around the house.  She also had on a short skirt 
and tennis shoes.  She reached down and effortlessly tore her 
underwear off, exposing her blond bush.  Stewart threw his head 
back and stared at the ceiling, embarrassed at looking at his 
step-mother's crotch.  Carol slowly eased herself down over 
Stewart's raging hard-on.
	"Remember this shirt, Stewart?  Remember how my skinny arms 
seemed almost lost in the sleeves and how loose it fit around my 
tiny chest?  Well look at it now, Stewart. C'mon, look at me, 
Stew." Carol commanded as she began to slowly ride Stewart's rock 
hard cock.
	As Stewart looked down from the ceiling, Carol flexed her 
arms and chest.  Her lats stretched the sides out while her 
biceps completely filled the sleeves.  Her chest was threatening 
to pop a button off of the front.  As she expected, the sight of 
her bulging muscles made Stewart even harder than before.  She, 
too, had seen the pictures that Stewart had downloaded onto his 
computer and the magazines and comics he tried to hide in the 
closet.  She knew that hugely muscular women turned him on, and 
she intended to use that to her advantage until she got as much 
power from him as she could.
	Carol leaned forward and held onto the bar above Stewart's 
head, nearly brushing her bulging boobs against his nose.  "I 
know that you like big, buff women, Stewart.  Let's see how big 
and strong you can make me, okay?  Let's see you fill me with 
huge, hard muscles." She began to slowly ride the huge cock.  She 
increased the tempo of her rhythmic humping. "C'mon Stewart, make 
me stronger, baby, you can do it, fill me with muscles Stewart, 
with power, make me bigger baby, bigger, harder, stronger, oh 
yes, big muscles, c'mon Stewart, you know you want to, make me 
huge, stronger, you can do it, you can do it, HUGE ... STRONG ... 
MUSCLES ... BIGGER ... BIGGER!!" Carol was shouting, commanding.  
Stewart was wildly bucking, lost in her suggestive images, 
wanting only release, wanting to make Carol into the perfect 
woman, his perfect woman, trying to will her muscles to explode, 
her breasts to balloon out.
	Then suddenly he came.  And he came. It was like the first 
time he had ever masturbated, except even more intense.  Carol's 
tight pussy caught all that Stewart gave her and held it inside 
until it became a part of her.  She placed her hands on Stewart's 
heaving chest and waited.  Soon she felt the familiar warmth.
	Carol sat upright and turned her head slightly with her 
eyes barely closed as if she were listening for something. "Wait 
for it ..." she paused, then she raised her arms and suddenly 
flexed them larger than ever, "Yessss!!!"
	Her biceps tore through the cotton sleeves like twin 
volcanoes erupting out of the sea.  Her boobs burst through the 
front of the blouse sending buttons flying across the room.  Her 
lats spread out so wide that they forced the blouse outward 
revealing the fullest tits and tiniest waist that Stewart had 
seen.  The sight of her dramatic growth was too much for the 
young man.  He was so utterly turned on by her power and size 
that his cock snapped back to attention and spurted another full 
load into Carol's hungry box.
	"Ohhh ... Thanks, Stewart, I'll take that as a compliment 
that you like my new physique.  And that'll add to my growing 
power, too.  But maybe I should give you a break now, we can pick 
up where we left off this afternoon."
	"I don't think so, bitch!"
	Carol and Stewart both looked in the direction of the 
voice, both surprised to see that it was Tiffany standing on the 
steps to the basement.  She was wearing a tank top with no bra 
underneath - not that she needed one - and a pair of short 
jogging shorts.  Stewart saw that she was flexing her huge quads.  
In another instant, Tiffany was flying across the small room 
toward Carol, propelled by her powerful legs.  She caught Carol 
off-guard as she flew towards her.  Grabbing the older woman 
around the shoulders, she flipped over her, pulling her off her 
prone boyfriend. Carol was sent flying across the basement 
herself by the force of the young girl's attack, only to be 
stopped by the far wall.
	Meanwhile, Tiffany jumped back to her feet and raced back 
to her lover, tied to the weight bench.  "Oh Stewart," she gasped 
as she easily ripped the rope, freeing his left hand, "are you 
okay?  What has she done to you?"
	"I ... I'm okay, Tiff, but I need to tell you ..."
	He cut his sentence short as he looked up in horror.  Carol 
was already up and flying at the girl with her mighty fists 
balled and ready for action.  She had recovered immediately, 
surprised that the attack and the smash against the wall had not 
hurt at all.  Emboldened by her discovery, she launched herself 
at Tiffany.
	Tiffany had just spun around when she was met by a crushing 
blow that knocked her over the weight bench and across the floor. 
She was more stunned that hurt and Carol took advantage of her 
hesitation.  In a flash she was on top of the girl and lifting 
her off the floor by her shirt like she was a rag doll.  Carol 
held her up with one hand and smashed her across the face with 
the back of her other hand.  The force of the blow was so great 
that the girl went flying backwards six feet while Carol was left 
holding the remains of her tank top.
	While this quick battle was going on, Stewart was 
struggling to free his other hand.  He could just barely reach 
the rope.  Frantically he worked the knot hoping that he might be 
able to help his girlfriend, all the while cognizant of the fact 
that Tiffany's and his strength combined couldn't match Carol.  
Still, he had to try.  Just as he freed his other hand, Tiffany's 
body came crashing down on top of him.  The poor girl was all but 
unconscious from the beating she was receiving at the hands of 
Stewart's step-mother.
	Carol stepped casually towards the couple, removing her 
skirt with a quick tug of her powerful hands and exposing her 
massive thighs completely.  She lifted the semi-conscious girl 
above her head, then settled her across her wide shoulders.  Her 
giant biceps bulged ominously as she bent the girl's frame 
backwards with one strong hand holding her shoulders and the 
other holding her thighs.  Tiffany gave a soft cry of pain as she 
felt herself bending to the strong woman's might.
	Carol stepped over the prone boy and squeezed his middle 
with her thick legs, swollen with rock hard muscle.  "Fuck this 
shit, I'm gonna ride you til your dry, boy," she said as she 
settled down on top of his flaccid penis, "so get it up or I'll 
cut you in half with my legs.  C'mon Stewart, you know what to 
do."  She began roughly rubbing his cock with her pussy, arousing 
the sleeping giant.
	Stewart responded by pushing at Carol's thighs with his now 
free hands. He was met by mounds of pumped up muscle. His fingers 
traced the deep clefts and high ridges of her quads.  He realized 
that he was getting turned on partly out of lust for her 
incredible muscles, but also out of fear that these perfect legs 
could cut him in two with even trying hard.  His cock began 
stiffening again, as if it were drawn to the object of his lust.  
Stewart's hands continued up Carol's legs and wrapped around her 
tiny waist.  Then he cupped her hard, round ass in his hands and 
helped her pump him into her hungry snatch.  His hands continued 
up to her abs and felt the marvelous muscles ripple and bulge 
with her movements.  As his hands reached up to grasp her 
pendulous breasts, he could hold back no longer.  A jet of magic 
cum shot out from his engorged member to be quickly absorbed into 
his step-mother's already super body.  Stewart let his hands drop 
to the side exhausted and ashamed that he couldn't stop Carol 
from getting what she wanted, so overcome was he by her fantastic 
physique.
	Moments later, Stewart looked up to see Carol reveling in 
her latest growth spurt, her arms flexing even larger than before 
as she increased the pressure on the hapless Tiffany.  The pain 
from the increased pressure on her back, brought her back to the 
edge of consciousness, and she cried out for help.

	Across town, another cry for help was being offered up at 
the same time.  But this time the person doing the pleading was a 
strapping young football player named Bill [you have read part 
one, haven't you?].  He looked up into the lust-filled eyes of 
his girlfriend, Jacquie, and begged her, "Oh please, Jac, I ... I 
need a break!"
	"A break? C'mon lover, I haven't even come more than five 
times yet." she said as she slowly teased his muscular chest with 
her huge tits and engorged nipples.
	"But ... we've been at it for the last ... eight hours!  
Even coach doesn't work us this hard." He turned on to his side, 
trying desperately to ignore his incredibly beautiful and ever so 
sexy girlfriend.  It was even harder for him now that she was 
more than twice as strong as he was.  He had just recently 
admitted that he always wanted to be with a strong, forceful 
woman.  But right now, he was exhausted, and needed some rest.  A 
moment later, he was drifting off into dreamland.
	Miffed at being rejected, Jacquie sat back on the bed.  
"Maybe what I need is someone bigger, stronger, someone who could 
last longer." she mused out loud.  "Hey! I wonder if Mary's 
home?"  She rose quickly and pulled on a pair of tight shorts, a 
sports bra, and a pair of sandals as she walked to the front 
door.  She checked her look in the mirror and fluffed out her 
wild hair to make her look even more sexy, then she walked over 
to Mary's door and knocked.
	Moments later a very sleepy looking Joe answered the door 
wearing nothing but some shorts he found in Mary's closet.  
Jacquie was taken aback by the gorgeous hunk of a guy standing in 
front of her, but she recovered quickly and moved up close to 
him.
	"Hi," Jacquie said as she almost pressed her swelling 
nipples into his wide, muscular chest and then pressed her way 
into the apartment, "I'm Jacquie, from next door, is ... um ... 
Mary home?"
	Joe turned to face the beautiful woman and blinked several 
times trying to clear his head, "No ... no she's gone out for a 
while.  I'm Joe ...  a friend of Mary's.  Can I help you?"
	"I hope so." Jacquie smiled as she reached out her slender 
fingers and ran them over his thick pecs and then onto his 
shoulder and down his well-muscled arm, "Mmmmm ... you seem 
pretty healthy, Joe.  You work out?"
	"Um ... no, I mean, not much ..." Joe was having a hard 
time concentrating.  He grabbed Jacquie's hands and held them 
down, "Maybe you better go, I'll tell Mary that you came by."
	This was exactly the opening that Jacquie was looking for.  
I'll show this boy who's in charge here, she thought as she 
gradually began to lift her hands back up to his chest, and then 
I'll rip his shorts off and fuck him blind.  She smiled as her 
hands rose against his grip.  But Joe increased the amount of 
strength he was using, amazed at the power in this sexy woman.  
His arms and chest bulged with the effort as the two silently 
tested each others strength.
	Soon, another appendage was starting to bulge as Joe looked 
down at the beautiful neighbor.  Her chest muscles, although much 
smaller than Joe's, were also expanded, which in conjunction with 
her huge breasts nearly overwhelmed the already stressed fabric 
of her sports bra.  Slowly Jacquie's arms and Joe's penis rose, 
until Joe, fearing an unsightly display of his manhood, broke off 
the contest and stepped back, adjusting his shorts nonchalantly.
	"Gee, you're ... pretty strong for a girl." Joe tried to 
cover his embarrassment.
	"Yeah, I guess so, I was just thinking the same thing about 
you, you're probably stronger than my boyfriend, Bill.  And he's 
the strongest guy on the San Diego State football team.  You sure 
you don't work out?"
	"Well, to tell the truth, I haven't always been this 
strong, or even this big..."
	"You mean you got some of Mary's 'milk' too?"
	Joe looked perplexed at Jacquie's reference.  She quickly 
explained how she saw Mary grow into the muscular goddess that 
she presently was and how some of the milk from her breasts had 
given her such enormous power.  So she figured that if Joe was as 
strong as she was, he must have had some of Mary's milk as well 
because she had the strength of five men - and ten times as much 
sexual energy.
	"Which is why I came over," Jacquie said seductively as she 
stepped closer to Joe, her swollen nipples mere inches away from 
brushing against his chest, "poor Bill is just exhausted, and I 
haven't even got going yet."  She gently rubbed her big tits 
across Joe's chest as she placed a hand on his waist and held him 
firmly so he couldn't back up, "I was hoping someone here could 
... you know ... help me ..."
	"Ahem! Uh ... yeah, see," Joe pushed against Jacquie's 
shoulders just as firmly as she was pulling him, "I don't know 
about any special milk, but I was given a couple of pills that 
contained some sort of sweet liquid.  And as for your ... 
generous ... offer, I have to say that ... I think I'm in love 
... with Mary.  And I've always known that I'm just a one woman 
kind of guy. I don't want to blow my chances with her.  Sorry."
	"You're serious."
	"Yeah."
	"You know, you're really something, Joe. You're a swell 
guy."  She released her hold on the young man and stepped toward 
the door.  "Tell Mary I said hi, and that she's a lucky gal."
	"Hey, wait a minute.  I might be able to help you out after 
all.  Wait here."  Joe disappeared into the bedroom.  He quickly 
looked around and spotted the bottle of pills that Mary had left 
on the table by her bed.  That weird woman said that something 
bad might happen if a woman had sex with a guy after he took some 
of these pills, Joe thought to himself, but nothing happened to 
her.  I guess that old lady was wrong.  He retrieved a pill from 
the bottle and threw on a bathrobe just to have something more to 
wear.  Moments later he was with Jacquie giving her the pill.
	"Give this to Bill, and tell him to bite down, then 
swallow. This ought to get him going again."
	"Thanks, Joe."  Jacquie reached up and pressed a soft kiss 
onto his cheek, "Maybe the four of us can get together sometime."  
She smiled a wicked, lusty smile, then slipped past him out the 
door.
	Joe closed the door and rested against it, breathing a sigh 
of relief.  A couple more minutes with the enticing Jacquie and 
he may not have been able to control himself.  Good luck, Bill, 
Joe thought as he headed back to bed, you're going to need it, 
friend.
	Jacquie bounced back to her apartment and bounded onto the 
bed where Bill was sleeping.  "Hey lover, I've got something for 
you!" she announced much too cheerfully for Bill's mood.
	"Jacquie! Please!" Bill pleaded, trying to turn away from 
the irresistible force above him, "Give me a break!"
	"C'mon, do me a favor." Jacquie pouted exactly right. It 
was the pout that Bill couldn't resist. One pout like that, and 
one of the most ferocious football players would become putty in 
her hands.
	"Okay ... then will you let me get some sleep?" Bill 
hastily bit down on the pill and then swallowed the sweet liquid 
as Jacquie instructed him. "Hmmm ... tastes pretty good.  Thanks, 
honey. Now," he said sleepily as he rolled over to his side once 
more, "I just gotta get some rest."
	Jacquie settled herself on the foot of the bed, anxiously 
awaiting any sign of transformation in her boyfriend.  She didn't 
have to wait long.  Soon, Bill rolled over onto his back, still 
with his eyes closed.  Jacquie watched excitedly as she saw his 
chest slowly expanding with each deep breath.  His legs and arms 
were growing, too.
	Bill slowly opened his eyes and blinked, "What's going on?"  
He looked up at his girlfriend, who was grinning from ear to ear, 
"Wow, what was that stuff?"
	"How do you feel?"
	"I feel great!" Bill responded while he felt an his chest.
	"Aren't you tired?"
	"No ... I feel ... energized" Bill sat up on the edge of 
the bed stretching.
	"Cool!" Jacquie jumped up and grabbed Bill's hand, "Come 
with me."  She led him into the front room and sat him on the 
weight bench.  The bar still held the 700 pounds from the day 
before. "Go ahead, sweety, see if you can lift it now."
	Not quite understanding what was going on, but resigned to 
following his girlfriend's orders, Bill lay under the bar and 
grasped it in his big hands. Hoping that the weight wouldn't 
crush him, he slowly began lifting the bar.  To his and Jacquie's 
surprise, the bar went up smoothly. Then he lowered it slowly to 
his chest and pushed it back up. He repeated the lift twice more 
before racking the bar again.
	"I don't believe it!" Bill lay under the bar still, 
mentally adding up the weight again and again. "What just 
happened here?" He sat upright, surprised to see that Jacquie had 
stripped off what few clothes she had on.  She sat on his lap and 
ran her strong hands over his pumped up pecs.
	"Isn't it great? Now you're as strong as I am." Jacquie's 
actions had the desired effect as she felt a stirring in Bill's 
lap.  Soon she was rewarded with a growing hardness in his 
shorts.  But the growth kept going and going, nearly lifting 
Jacquie into the air.  She slipped off of her boyfriend and 
slipped his shorts over his throbbing member. "Holy shit!" was 
all she could say as she watched him rise higher and higher.  She 
didn't bother trying to slide the shorts down his legs, she 
merely ripped them apart, flung them aside and began to stroke 
Bill's giant cock.
	Jacquie stood up and lifted the huge man in her hands.  She 
was almost strong enough to lift him with one hand, but for this 
maneuver she decided to use both hands.  She lifted him up and 
down like a barbell. When he came to the top, she would suck on 
his bulging tip, making it strain ever harder.  She knew that her 
arm strength turned Bill on, and it wouldn't be long until he 
popped.
	Sure enough, he did almost instantly. He gushed into 
Jacquie's mouth while feeling the hardness of her upper arms. But 
instead of going soft, like usual, his hard-on returned almost 
immediately.
	"Mmmm ... looks like you're ready for some more." Jacquie 
purred as she walked toward the bedroom with him cradled in her 
arms.  In response, Bill flipped out of her arms and stood in the 
doorway.  He spread his now massive lats and placed his hands on 
his hips.  Jacquie was impressed with the sight.
	"Ready for more? You bet your sweet, steel-hard ass I am!" 
He grabbed Jacquie by the waist and threw her playfully onto the 
bed then jumped on top of her. He held her super arms down, 
reveling in the power he felt, glad to have the upper hand, 
strength-wise, for the first time in the last two days.  He 
slipped inside her and began to explore her inner regions with 
his long , thick shaft.  The sensations running through the 
girl's body were indescribable, as her now super strong boyfriend 
gradually increased his tempo and intensity.
	Jacquie barely even registered the wave of warmth spreading 
over her body.  She probably chalked it up to the emotions 
welling up inside her.  Soon, Bill was exploding again, but his 
hands couldn't restrain her arms any longer.  Her hungry hands 
roamed over his exciting musculature and grabbed his hips, 
helping his thrusts to penetrate deeper and deeper. Bill released 
another torrent of cum deep inside her, but Jacquie still lusted 
for more.  She held Bill's face to her nipples and commanded him 
to suck her.  He gladly obeyed, but was shocked by how large her 
breasts were.  He didn't remember them being quite this large, he 
thought, as he attempted to encircle them with his hands, all the 
while sucking and teasing her astoundingly large nipples.  No 
matter, all he cared about was pleasing her and bringing her to 
orgasm.
	Bill came again for the fourth time and was beginning to 
feel his strength fading. Although he slowed down the tempo, his 
cock was still rock hard and throbbing. Jacquie casually flipped 
him over and then mounted him again, pressing her ravenous body 
tightly against his.  With long, slow, powerful strokes, she 
pulled him into herself. Finally with her muscles bunching, 
nearly convulsing, her whole body exploded in the most intense 
climax she had ever felt.  Bill came one last time, as well, and 
then the two young lovers collapsed together, exhausted.

	Back across town, Stewart Thompson was nearly crying.  He 
was exhausted and rubbed raw.  And he was just about to swear off 
muscular women for the rest of his life.  He had had enough of 
them.  It's one thing to fantasize about something, it's quite 
another when your fantasy springs to life and starts abusing you.  
This was not what Stewart had wanted at all.  Super women were 
supposed to be like Tiffany, strong but gentle, loving, 
protecting, and sexy.  At the current time, none of those 
adjectives fit his step-mother, who was grinding away at his 
crotch trying to excite him one more time.
	"More, Stewart, I want more!"
	Stewart had lost track of how many times he had come inside 
Carol, let alone how many times he had come this morning.  Was it 
still morning?  Pleasure and pain swept over him like ocean 
waves, rising and falling, seemingly never ending.  No, he needed 
to focus his mind, try to think of something else, not get lost 
in the arousal stirring in his loins.  He thought about his 
computer, mentally running down the intricate maze of circuit 
boards until he found the precise logic chip.  He placed an icon 
of his huge cock on the logic chip.  It was either turned on or 
turned off.  And he meant to keep it turned off no matter what 
Carol was doing.  Suddenly he felt his member beginning to 
stiffen again, but just as quickly, he mentally flipped the 
switch to turn it off again.  Several more times, he thwarted 
Carol's attempts to drain him of his super juice.  Through a 
haze, Stewart realized that he was finally in control.
	Disgusted that she could get no more from her depleted 
step-son, Carol swung off him and unceremoniously dropped the 
unconscious Tiffany to the floor at his feet.  She roughly 
grabbed the limp member and stroked it, trying to force it to 
respond.  Stewart resisted again by mentally flipping the switch 
inside his head to off.  Then Carol tried to gently tease the 
passive cock and again Stewart frustrated her desires.  Finally, 
she gave up, thinking that he was truly drained.
	Leaving the two limp and lifeless teenagers where they 
were, Carol rose from her knees and swaggered up to the mirror to 
see what she looked like now.  She gasped as she first caught her 
reflection in the mirror.  She was covered from neck to calf with 
the most outrageous, bulging, mass of muscle that she had ever 
seen in her life.  She quivered as she tentatively flexed her 
arm, staring at the impossibly huge mound of muscle rising on top 
of it.  She ran her other hand over the mountain of feminine 
power, amazed at the size and hardness.  Then she repeated the 
process with her other arm.
	While Carol continued her intense examination, Tiffany 
slowly tried to rouse herself.  She had been shaken back to 
consciousness when she hit the floor, but her entire body ached 
from the torture she had been through.  She felt like she had 
been hit by a truck.  Blindly reaching up for support, she 
grasped Stewart's knee and thigh, and attempted to pull herself 
up.  Suddenly, she felt Stewart reach down and grab her head with 
his hands.  He held her face between his legs with her mouth 
pressed against his limp penis.  Although she struggled to 
release herself, she was still too weak to break free.  She could 
smell the combination of cum and sweat on Stewart's cock and 
instinctively licked at the sweet tasting semen.
	As Stewart lay on the bench with his eyes shut, he retraced 
his mental steps to the logic chip and flipped it on.  Instantly 
his massive cock sprung to attention filling Tiffany's mouth and 
throat.  The passive girl was so caught off guard, that she 
couldn't even get a sound out.  Stewart created another mental 
switch and flipped it on, too.  Instantly a stream of cum began 
jetting down his girlfriend's throat.  Without realizing what she 
was doing, Tiffany swallowed as fast as she could to keep from 
choking.  The stream of cum continued, on and on, for what seemed 
like an eternity to Tiffany.
	Stewart was imagining his girlfriend growing stronger and 
stronger, but still remaining the same size as she was when he 
left her that morning.  He thought of her awesome muscles being 
touched by the moonlight as she flexed them just for him.  He 
loved her at just that size.  But he knew she would have to be a 
lot stronger to face Carol again.  He poured every ounce of 
emotion and love that he could muster into his magic seed, 
willing that it keep pumping into Tiffany until she had had at 
least eight full loads.
	Finally the deluge ended as quickly as it had started.  
Stewart mentally retracted his magnificent pole and released 
Tiffany's head, lightly touching her cheek as he dropped his 
hands again.  Tiffany slowly raised her head with her eyes 
closed, resting her hands on Stewart's thighs.  Somehow, their 
minds had connected and Tiffany shared Stewart's vision of her 
power.  She paused for a while, holding on to the image in her 
mind.
	Moments later, Stewart felt a flush of warmth on top of his 
thighs.  He opened his eyes to see Tiffany smiling down on him 
with a strange glow on her face.  Oh! he thought in his drowsy 
state, so that's what a goddess looks like.  Tiffany slowly rose 
from where Carol had so roughly deposited her.  Although her 
muscles didn't look appreciably larger, they had a rock hard 
definition about them that surprised Stewart.  He watched as she 
casually stepped toward the still flexing step-mother.  Her every 
movement caused dozens of muscles to bunch and flex and then 
relax again in what looked to Stewart to be a symphony of grace 
and power.
	Any pain that Tiffany had felt, seemed to fade away as the 
nearly overpowering warmth washed over her.  She felt so good, so 
powerful, every movement seemed effortless.  She approached Carol 
who was so infatuated with her new physique that she was 
oblivious to what was transpiring on the other side of the 
basement.  As Tiffany walked up, Carol was flexing her four inch 
thick pecs.  Her now firm tit flesh jiggled slightly as it came 
to rest on top of her beefy slabs of muscle while deep striations 
stood out in her cleavage.  Tiffany calmly reached out and 
grasped her shoulder with one hand.  With a flip of her wrist and 
arm, she sent the shocked supermom flying across the basement.  
Carol smashed against the concrete wall, still stunned by the 
unexpected attack.
	Carol shook her head to get her senses back, "So the little 
bimbo hasn't had enough after all."  She stood and brushed the 
concrete dust off her now perfect ass, "Guess I'll have to finish 
the job this time."  She flew at Tiffany with her mighty arm 
cocked and fists balled.  She threw everything she had into one 
big knock out punch aimed at the young girl's chin, fully 
expecting to nearly rip her head off with the blow.  Instead, 
Tiffany's head moved only and inch or so and Carol dropped to her 
knees holding her hand in pain.
	Tiffany grabbed her opponent's wild blond hair and picked 
her up off the floor, "Was that your best shot, Carol?  'Fraid 
you'll have to do better than that this time.""
	Seizing the opportunity for another open shot, Carol fired 
her other hand into Tiffany's exposed midsection.  It felt to 
Carol like she was hitting a rock wall, though, and she recoiled 
in pain again.  Tiffany continued to hold Carol at arms length by 
the hair, even though she now weighed well over two hundred 
pounds of solid muscle.  She delivered a series of slaps to 
Carol's face that sounded like baseball bats breaking.  Then she 
planted her fist deep into Carol's relaxed stomach, doubling the 
older woman over.  Tiffany then delivered a vicious upper cut to 
Carol's jaw that sent her flying across the room once more, this 
time cracking the cement wall slightly.
	Carol braced herself against the wall as Tiffany approached 
her.  As the taller girl came near, Carol collapsed into her 
arms.  Then suddenly she held onto Tiffany's shoulders as she 
brought her knee up between the girl's legs as hard and quickly 
as she could.  But Tiffany moved quickly, too, and grabbed onto 
Carol's leg, holding it tightly against her clit.  Carol 
struggled to free her leg, but Tiffany's grip was too tight.
	The young girl looked into Carol's eyes and sensuously 
licked her lips as she began forcibly rubbing her thigh against 
her sex.  The thick cords of muscle added unbelievable 
stimulation and Tiffany increased her grip.  She couldn't believe 
how good it felt to feel another woman's super muscles against 
her moistening lips.  She closed her eyes and reveled in the 
sensations, lost in a fantasy of being taken by this incredibly 
muscular and sexy woman.
	But Carol wasn't sharing the same fantasy.  She was 
repulsed by the girl's actions.  In desperation, she grabbed 
Tiffany's generous boobs, noticing to her amazement that they 
were so large that she could barely cover half of them in her 
hands.  She squeezed and twisted them mercilessly.  But instead 
of hurting this girl of steel, this just seemed to add to her 
pleasure.  Tiffany's breathing increased until she was taking 
short gasps as all of her muscles tightened.  Carol couldn't 
believe it!  The young fool was having an orgasm in the middle of 
a fight!
	As Tiffany's movements shuddered to a halt and her grip 
relaxed, Carol took advantage of the opening.  She brought her 
hands down on the girl's shoulders as hard as she could, stunning 
her and driving her to her knees.  Carol grabbed Tiffany's hair 
and pulled her head down as she brought her knee up, spinning the 
dazed girl around.  Then she wrapped her thick python around her 
neck and began to apply a deadly choke hold.  Carol's bicep 
swelled larger than even she could believe as she applied 
undreamed of pressure to the hapless girl's throat.
	Just as Tiffany's body was beginning to go limp from lack 
of oxygen, Carol felt a pair of wonderfully large breasts press 
against her back while two thick arms surrounded her and two 
powerful hands held her wrists.  She looked up to see a pair of 
arms that dwarfed even her huge guns begin to slowly, inexorably, 
pull her hands away from the girl's throat.  Carol resisted with 
every fiber of strength she had, but it seemed to make no 
difference whatsoever.  As unbelievably strong as she was, she 
was still powerless to stop whoever it was who had her.  As she 
was forced to release Tiffany, another super muscular woman 
stepped up and scooped up the girl.
	Mary and Rita had arrived moments before, and finding the 
door open, came in to look for Stewart.  Just then the fight had 
started in the basement and the sound of combat drew them 
downstairs.  Stewart had finally managed to untie the rope 
binding his ankles during the fight and was about to try to stop 
Carol from killing Tiffany when Mary and Rita entered.  He was 
ever so glad to see these two powerhouses walk down the stairs.  
Now Mary wrapped her massive leg around Carol's legs, essentially 
immobilizing her, while Rita tended to the gasping Tiffany.  Her 
nose was bleeding and looked to be broken.  Carol was fuming.
	"Who the hell are you!  What are you doing in my house?" 
Carol demanded as she struggled in vain to free herself.
	"You must be Stewart's step-mom," Mary replied calmly, "My 
name is Mary and I'm the one that started this whole thing.  And 
now I've got to get this 'thing' under control.  I had the 
feeling that Stewart might be getting into trouble, but I never 
expected that I'd have to deal with you."  Mary easily brought 
Carol's arms together in front of her and held her wrists with 
one hand while taking her chin with the other.  "Rita, would you 
bring the vials please? I don't know you very well yet, Stewart, 
but you don't strike me as the kind of guy who would willingly 
let your step-mother fuck you."
	Stewart sheepishly shook his head and quickly explained 
what had happened that morning, including how he started it by 
trying to show off.
	"I kind of thought so." Mary said as she forcibly opened 
Carol's mouth.  "Two drops from each vial, Rita.  Sorry to have 
to force this down you ma'am, but it's for your own good."  Mary 
closed Carol's mouth after Rita dropped the first of the magic 
drops in and then repeated the procedure for the second drops.  
After she was sure that the liquid had gone down, she released 
the furious woman.  I sure hope that Eunice was right, Mary 
thought, we've only got one shot to get it right.
	The magic worked almost instantly.  Carol fell forwards 
onto her hands and knees after Mary let her go.  The two friends 
stood by watching as her body began to shrink.  Stewart knelt 
next to Tiffany, oblivious to the fact that he was totally naked.  
He watched as the woman who had almost killed his girlfriend 
quickly lost her muscular definition and size.  The process 
continued for five minutes, finally leaving Carol a shadow of her 
former self, but much closer to her original size.  She sat on 
her basement floor sobbing with her head in her hands.
	"Oh Stewart," she said, tears streaming down her cheeks, 
"I'm so sorry .... so, so sorry ... can you forgive ... forgive 
me?  I don't know ... what happened ... I went ... crazy, I guess 
... I'm sorry."
	Stewart stood up and realized he didn't have anything on.  
He tried to cover up his over-sized endowment and ran over to the 
laundry to grab a towel.  Everyone in the room, except for a 
quickly recovering Tiffany, looked away in embarrassment.  She 
smiled broadly as she watched his cute buns and wide back.  
Stewart came back with a large towel wrapped around his waist and 
helped his step-mom up off the floor, wrapping another towel 
around her chest.  Stewart wasn't sure, but it seemed like her 
breasts were a bit larger than they had been before.  And her 
hair was still totally blond.  In fact it seemed that she still 
looked like she was in her late twenties instead of her early 
forties.
	Carol sheepishly took the towel and covered herself with 
it.  Then Stewart gave her a quick, awkward hug, "It's okay ... 
mom ... I understand."  Then he went back to Tiffany and helped 
her up.  Thanks to the magic flowing through her body, her nose 
had already healed and if anything, looked even cuter than 
before.  Stewart bounced back over to the laundry and rummaged 
around for a top big enough for Tiffany.
	"What about Tiffany?" Rita asked Mary.
	Just then, Stewart returned with a t-shirt for his 
girlfriend, "Wait ... I ... she ... I mean, I gave her the power 
as a gift.  Isn't that what you intended, Mary?  That this gift 
should be shared?  She never took anything by force, not like the 
girls and mom."
	"You're right, Stewart," Mary said as she held the vials, 
"So I'll let you decide, Tiffany, just like I let Rita decide.  
One vial decreases your strength and one decreases your size.  
What do you think?"
	Tiffany pulled the shirt over her big tits as she thought 
about her options.  She was immensely strong now, so strong that 
she would have to be really careful no to destroy things, but 
still, it felt so cool to be so strong.  And she had a killer bod 
now that she couldn't wait to buy a bikini for and strut her 
stuff around Mission Bay.  "What happens if I take only one drop 
of that stuff?"
	"I'm just guessing, but I suppose that it only takes you 
half way back."
	"Then let me have one drop of the strength reducer." 
Tiffany saw Stewart begin to protest, "Stewart, don't worry, I'll 
still be stronger than a whole platoon of Marines." She smiled 
and took the magic liquid.  Again, the magic worked immediately.  
Tiffany felt a little dizzy, but the feeling passed as quickly as 
it came.  She still looked the same, but she could tell that she 
had just lost a sizeable amount of strength.  She walked over to 
the weight bench and picked the bar up with one hand.  Her 18 
inch bicep swelled but she could tell that she really wasn't 
using much strength at all to curl it.  Satisfied that she was 
still well within the definition of 'super', she rejoined the 
others.
	"We better get going, Mary," Rita reminded her friend, "It 
looks like we've got another four girls to catch and deal with 
still.  Carol," she said turning to her, "any idea where they 
would have headed?"
	"Hmmm, I heard them laughing and talking about going to 
football practice or maybe a gym? I'm sorry, they were out the 
door pretty fast."
	"How about if we come along," Stewart suggested, "You might 
need some help?"
	"You're definitely coming with us, just so we can keep an 
eye on you until your 24 hours are up." Mary said as she poked 
Stewart in the chest for emphasis, "So hustle your buns and get 
some clothes on.  And Tiffany?  Yeah, I think we could use some 
help, especially since we have to round up four of them.  Move it 
Stewart," Mary yelled up the stairs after him, "We'll meet you in 
the car!"
	Mary, Rita and Tiffany headed out to the car and Stewart 
came bounding down the stairs moments later, tugging a too tight 
shirt over his head.  Back in the basement, Carol sighed and 
looked at herself in the mirror.  She was astonished that the 
woman looking back reminded her of someone she knew 15 years ago.  
She let the towel drop to reveal her body.  Slowly she ran her 
hands down over her round, firm breasts, then followed the curves 
of her waistline and over her sexy hips and then back up, 
marvelling at her smooth, tight skin.  She had never had tits 
this size before, even when she was young.  When her arms reached 
her shoulders, she flexed them in a double bicep pose.  Much to 
her surprise, small wedges of hard muscle lifted up.  She 
tightened her abs and smiled as well defined muscle formed under 
her skin.  Even her legs showed as much size and definition as 
fitness model might have.
	Out of curiosity, she went back to the weight bench and 
laid under the bar.  She had seen Stewart lifting it this way and 
she wondered if maybe the magic potion had left her some of her 
strength, too.  She gripped the bar and, to her great surprise, 
lifted it.  Lifted it rather easily, too.  She counted ten times 
that she pushed the bar up and down before she couldn't push it 
up anymore.  She re-racked the bar and gathered up her towel, 
smiling all the while.

	Michael 'Moose' Muskowski was huge for his age.  At 17, he 
was nearly as big as some of the guys who played line for San 
Diego State.  Of course, the steroids that his assistant coach 
kept him supplied with helped quite a bit.  But Moose was also 
very intense in his weight training program.  He knew that if he 
wanted a college scholarship with any team besides Mt. St. Mary's 
Home For Girls, he needed to add another 50 pounds to his bench, 
and shave a couple of seconds off his 40 yard run.

	Moose was just settling onto the bench under a bar loaded 
with 315 pounds when a group of girls walked into the weight 
room.  He barely noticed them because of his intense focus on 
doing the lift.  But everything else in the room seemed to stop 
as they strolled through the middle of the room smiling at the 
sweating boys and waving hi to them.  Moose lifted the heavy bar 
and balanced it before he started his set.  He didn't see one of 
the girls walk over to where he lay.  A beaming Terri stood over 
him with her arms pinned back to accentuate her large tits.
	"Hi, how's it going? My name's Terri."
	Moose looked quickly away from the point on the ceiling 
that he always focused on when he did his heavy sets, "Uh ... 
yeah, I've seen you around school.  I'm ... kinda busy right 
now."  He struggled to raise the bar and then lowered it for one 
last rep.
	"Yeah, I can see that," Terri swung he leg over the boy and 
straddled him, "So, do you mind if I just, you know," she began 
to run her fingers over his hot, sweaty chest, "sit here and 
watch?" She lowered herself until she was barely touching his 
cock and started slowly rubbing it with her butt.
	"Geez, Terri! Get off!" Moose's face was turning beet red, 
partially from embarrassment and partially because he couldn't 
get the bar off his chest.  "This is ... really heavy ... ya 
know!""
	Terri paused for a while, mentally adding up the weight, 
then reached out and grabbed the bar with both hands.  The bar 
practically flew out of Moose's hands as Terri easily curled it 
up to her big breasts. She repeated the action three more times 
and then smiled and shrugged her shoulders, "Gee, it doesn't seem 
all that heavy to me."
	Moose was flabbergasted, laying on the bench with his mouth 
wide open.  Still straddling the boy, Terri reversed her grip, 
turned to her friends who were standing around the gym, and 
lifted the bar above her head with one hand, "Hey guys!  Does 
this bar look all that heavy to you?"
	"No, looks pretty light."
	"Naw, it's a playtoy, got any real weights around here?"
	"Whatcha got on it, Terri?"
	Terri made a show of twisting the bar while counting up the 
weight, "Hmmm ... only about 310, 315 maybe."  She brought it 
down and curled it a couple more times and then placed it back on 
the stunned Moose's chest, "Here you go - it wasn't as heavy as 
you said.  You shouldn't have any problems with it."
	Moose struggled to lift the bar back up which he finally 
did, and racked it immediately.  He lay there looking up at 
Terri's smiling face while severely conflicting emotions ran 
through him.  He was embarrassed that this girl had just totally 
out-lifted him, he was horrified at the prospect that she might 
be stronger than he was - a lot stronger! - and, he wasn't sure, 
but he seemed to be really turned on by her display of womanly 
power. Moose grabbed the bar and used it to pull himself up off 
the bench, keeping it between him and the gorgeous supergal.
	In another part of the gym, Andrea was looking over the 
rack of dumbbells.  She picked up the largest pair on the rack, 
marked 120 lbs., and bounced them a little, feeling their weight. 
"Too bad all these things are so light, it would be tough to get 
in a really good workout here."  She knew that all the boys were 
staring at her after that comment.  A couple even started to say 
something, but their mouths just stayed wide-opened and silent as 
they watched her flip the tremendously heavy dumbbells up one at 
a time, shift the other dumbbell to the other hand, and then 
catch the first one.  She was juggling weights that were almost 
as heavy as they were!
	Over in a corner, Ginny was trying to strike up a 
conversation with a tall handsome boy.  He was Todd Blakeridge, 
quarterback, captain of the football team, one of the richest 
kids in school and definitely the biggest snob in the room. 
Everyone knew that he and Kimmy, the head cheerleader, were the 
hottest couple on campus.  But Ginny was new to the school and 
hadn't gotten all the gossip, yet. 
	"Hi, I'm Ginny." She said as she eyed his body as he was 
doing a set of lunges with a bar across his shoulders.  He sure 
is cute, she thought, great buns, too!
	"Yeah ... so?" he shot back between exercises.
	"Um ... so what's your name?" she was trying desperately 
not to lose face with such a good-looking guy.  She brushed her 
hair back, nervously.  She didn't handle rejection very well.
	"Todd.  Now why don't you run along."  He finished his set 
and dropped the bar to the floor, took out a comb, and stood in 
front of a mirror re-combing his hair which had gotten slightly 
mussed during the exercise.
	"Well, you don't have to be rude." Ginny's face was getting 
red.
	"Apparently I do. Now get lost or else."  Todd emphasized 
his point by pausing his combing ritual to flex his large biceps.  
Satisfied that she saw his buff arms, he turned back to his own 
reflection, rolled his eyes, wagged his head, and went back to 
his preening.
	Ginny lost it. "Or else what, you puny geek!"  She stood in 
front of Todd with her hands on her hips.  "You think you're 
'man' enough to handle me?"
	"Oh please." Todd tried to ignore her and tilted his head 
in order to see himself.  He stopped and looked at her, "Look, I 
can see that you're obviously in pretty good shape and you think 
you're tough and all, with your little girly muscles, but don't 
make me get rough with you."
	"Little girly ... why you ... I'll show you ..." Ginny 
emphasized her point by poking Todd in the chest with just one 
finger.  Todd went stumbling backwards, tripped over a weight 
plate and landed on his butt.  "Ha! What do you think of that, 
mister macho?  I just took care of you with one finger!"
	"I tripped you stupid bitch, I lost my balance, everybody 
saw that," Todd protested as he jumped up from the floor.
	"Well come here, and I'll give you some more." Ginny 
taunted as she brandished her fists.
	"I'm not going to fight you," Todd replied haughtily, but 
still feeling the sting in his chest where she pushed him.
	"Okay, how 'bout we arm wrestle, so I can show you what 
these little 'girly muscles' can do?"  Before Todd could respond, 
Ginny grabbed his wrist and dragged him over to a weight bench 
and pulled him down until his elbow was on the cushion.  By now a 
small group of football players had gathered and was egging Todd 
along.
	"Okay! Okay! If it'll make you happy, I'll teach you a 
lesson about what real strength is."  Then looking up to the 
boys, he winked, "No sweat, guys."  He looked back at Ginny and 
smiled his most condescending smile, "Any time you're ready, 
Muscles."

	Across San Diego at that moment, an exhausted, but still 
ravishingly beautiful, Jacquie stumbled out of her bedroom and 
headed for the refrigerator.  Each movement was effortless for 
her now, she reminded herself, because of Mary's special magic 
'milk' that had given her incredible strength.  And now her 
boyfriend Bill shared that strength.  What a wonderful time they 
had had that morning.  She shivered at the memory of making love 
with Bill for hours.  And just wait til tonight, she thought.
	She opened the refrigerator door and looked around for 
something to eat.  For some reason she was ravenously hungry.  
She stacked a couple of slices of pizza on top of each other and 
immediately began consuming both.  With pizza in hand, she padded 
out to the front room where Bill had his weight set.  Jacquie 
casually took hold of the bar with her free hand and, without 
thinking, picked it up off the rack and began to mindlessly curl 
the weight while she munched on the pizza.
	A drip of tomato sauce landed on her breast and finally 
directed her attention to the mirror as she studied her 
reflection to find the wayward drop.  Suddenly she realized that 
her reflection didn't quite seem right.  Then it hit her.  The 
bar she was holding still had 700 pounds on it and her bicep was 
ballooning up to massive proportions.  And speaking of massive 
proportions, her boobs were at least one or two cup sizes larger 
than they had been this morning! 
	The weight almost dropped from her hand, but she caught it 
and returned it to the rack.  Then threw the pizza onto the bench 
and stared at her arms, which appeared to be thicker and meatier 
than before, but certainly not capable of what she just did.  She 
turned back to the mirror and raised her arms in a double-biceps 
pose.  Again her arms looked larger than before, but not huge.  
Then she flexed.  Twin mountain peaks rose from her arms, muscles 
exploding out across her shoulders and chest.  She tightened one 
thigh and huge mounds of muscles popped out with deep canyons of 
definition between them.  Then just as quickly, she relaxed and 
the monstrous muscles melted back into her firm, beautiful form.  
Then she put her hands on her hips and flexed her chest and lats.  
Again incredibly large muscles appeared down the sides of her 
back and her big boobs rose high and weightless on top of her 
mammoth chest.  Yet her waist remained as tiny as ever, just 
packed with a lot more steel plated muscle.
	Jacquie's sharp mind quickly surmised what had happened.  
She wasn't a 4.0 pre-law student for nothing.  She realized that 
somehow Bill's semen carried some of Mary's magic power in it and 
it had made her at least as strong as 30 men!  But what was great 
was the effect it had on her muscle size.  She looked like any 
typically buff college cheerleader, until she flexed.  She raised 
her arm again and tightened her bicep.  Again, a huge muscle, 
probably the size of Bill's she guessed, erupted from her arm, 
almost looking out of place, but at the same time looking really 
sexy and powerful.  She knew immediately what she had to do.  She 
grabbed the phone and started dialing.

The End of Part 5

[Well True Believers (as Stan Lee used to call us in all of his 
Marvelous Comic books), I guess that there's still more of this 
tale to be told.  I hope you can hang in there for one more part 
of this saga of Mary Ende and her friends.  I promise - and I 
mean it this time - that I will wrap up this story in Part 6.  I 
just gotta!  There are too many other great tales to be told.  So 
next time, let's see, we'll find out the fate of Mary, Jacquie, 
Bill, Maeghan, her parents, Rita, Stewart, Andrea and her 
friends, Carol (how did you like Carol's role in this story? Did 
I catch any of you by surprise?), Michael, Mona, and let's not 
forget Coach Sprockett and the football team, ... hmmm, seems 
like I've got my  work cut out for me! See you next time, same 
Bat-time, same Bat-channel...]


-Mac