The Librarian (Part Six) The muscle magic is spreading while Mary and her friends race to contain it. by The Power Company 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 con ásuming 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 d †id. 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! B ”ut 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. ---------- As Jacquie's fingers flew across the keypad, Mary, Rita, Stewart, and Tiffany were flying through the streets of San Diego in Mary's Cadillac. They pulled up in front of Maeghan's house and Rita ran to the door. Mary figured that in order to stop these four girls, she might need all the help she could get (If you are totally confused by this introduction, perhaps I should direct you, dear reader, to the previous chapters in this narrative. I have attempted to be as precise as possible with the multitude plot lines, but it really does me no good if you haven't read these stories in order. On the other hand, It has been quite some time since I last wrote of Mary Ende, Librarian and perhaps you don't have time to read all the back issues. I suppose you could read them later, but you might not get the same enjoyment out of this portion. So take your time ... read through the other parts first ... I'll wait for you here ...) (Ah ... good to have you back .. lets see where were we? Oh yes, Maeghan's house ...) (By the way has anyone caught my word play with Mary's name yet? You know, the song from the musical, "The Music Man"? Okay, okay, so maybe it wasn't as clever as I thought it would be. Let's get back to Maeghan's house - Rick Powers) in order to control them. Rita soon returned with Maeghan following. Mary smiled in appreciation as she watched the two muscular women walking toward the car. Maeghn walked with a smooth grace, fantastic muscles bunching and flexing in her powerful legs. Her large breasts stretching her t-shirt to it's limit, her equally large arms swinging lightly by her sides. She was so radically different from the skinny, frail girl she had met just yesterday. Rita was even more impressive. Her densely packed muscle was evident even under her warm-ups. She walked with a confidence that few women possesed. The strength of more than 100 men pulsing through her muscles made her look like she was practically floating. Meaghan and Rita hopped into Mary's car. "Maeghan, you remember Stewart, right?" Mary said as she turned to the three awesome specimens of physical perfection in her back seat, "And this is his girlfriend, Tiffany. She's been ... um ... well, enhanced, too. Although in a very differnet way." Mary put the car in gear and sped off toward the high school. Rita turned around and explained, "You see, Meegs, it turns out that Mary's magical gift of strength can be passed on by another means." Tiffany's face turned a bright shade of pink. "Apparently," Rita continued, "when a man has ingested some of the magic milk, he can pass on it's effects through ... well, through his semen. So it was a good thing your dad didn't take the pill I gave you last night. You did give it to your mom, didn't you?" "Yeah ... oh, yeah!" Maeghan replied quickly. "She took the pill, alright, not dad. And it was so cool! I haven't seen her look that good in, well, like forever! I guess they had a pretty late night, too. They're still upstairs sleeping, and they usually always wake up before me." "So far only two men have been given the pills." Mary spoke as she drove on. "And luckily the side-effect of passing on the magic should only last for 24 hours. Unfortunately, Stewart has been a very busy boy. Not only has Tiffany been enhanced, but his step-sister and some of her friends were as well as his step-mother." "And she got so much of it, she turned into a real monster!" Tiffany interrupted. "We do have an antidote though." added Stewart. "It returned my step-mom to normal and we're hoping it will work the same on the girls. But right now, they're far stronger than I am, so we need your help to contain them." "Wow," marvelled an awestruck Maeghan, "you've just summed up everything that happened in the last two parts of this story." "That's called 'exposition', Maeghan." reminded the ever attentive Librarian, "And it's been so many months since Part Five was written, that it just seemed like a good thing to do. Besides, it's a great way to kill time while we're driving through San Diego." "We could have talked about the beautiful scenery." suggested Rita. "That's true, but then all those folks on the east coast would just get jealous of our fantastic weather." Mary reminded her voluptuous friend as she pulled her car up to a stop outside the high school gym. "Besides, we're already here." The five climbed out of the car and quickly set off in search of the four teen muscle-girls. "Hey, Mary, you said that there were two men who had taken the pills. Where's the other guy?" Maeghan asked. "Hopefully doing what I told him, and staying put in my apartment until the magic wears off." "Oh. In your apartment?" Maeghan smiled and winked at the massive teacher. "Well ...," now it was Mary's turn to blush, "It seemed like a safe enough place ... you know ... to keep him out of trouble.," she tried to explain. Her face changing from a slight pink to a deep red, Mary urged the others on, "C'mon you guys, let's find these girls." ---------- Speaking of Joe Michaels, at that very moment he was in Mary's apartment dialling a strange phone number. Having called his voice mail and retrieved his messages, he discovered that the girls he had rescued, or at least tried to rescue, the previous night had picked up his wallet during the fight and wanted to return it to him. He jotted down the number on his machine and called it quickly. Since he had no way of going to them, he decided to invite them over to Mary's place. Besides, it turned out they weren't too far away and they just wanted to thank him for saving them. ----------- Meanwhile, back in the gym, Todd was struggling to comprehend his situation. He had been pulled down to a weight bench by a strange girl, clearly a lunatic, and goaded into an arm wrestling match. He could plainly see that she was no match for him. By far he was taller and stronger, and he had intended to demonstrate his obvious superiority with a quick pin, But the pin hadn't happened. As a matter of fact no matter how much effort he put into this contest, he couldn't even budge the girl's arm. The cheers from the other football players at the beginning were now diminishing in unbelief as their quarterback, their fearless leader, couldn't even beat a little freshman girl. "Gee Todd," Ginny stifled a fake yawn, "that isn't sweat I see on your forehead, is it?" "C'mon Todd! Quit messing around!" encouraged a tall black guy. He was wearing only shorts and shoes. When Ginny looked up at him she saw that he was all lean toned muscle. Probably a reciever she thought. "Why don't you give Todd a hand," she said casually as she smiled up at him, "I mean, if you think it would make any difference." Her arm looked relaxed, not even straining to hold the big jock's hand motionless. "Dave ... help me ..." Todd managed to spit out, "she won't ... let go ... can't budge ... her hand ..." Dave knelt down next to Todd and grabbed the two hands with his hands. Then he pushed with all his strength. His lean muscles bulged with effort as the two boys finally began to force Ginny's hand away from center. Ginny simply gritted her teeth as she pushed back against the boys. A small but rock-hard muscle expanded out from the girl's previously smooth arm. Soon the four hands were at the center again. Try as they might, the lads couldn't move her hand again. Another boy grabbed hold of the mass of hands and started pulling. Soon two more boys joined in. All of the boys wore worried expressions, not sure what to make of this strange girl holding back five football players. Ginny's bicep was bulging hugely, bigger than any guy on the team except maybe for Moose. Dave freed one hand to reach out and touch the bulbous muscle. Ginny just smiled at his reaction and but on an extra burst of strength, pushing the whole group of boys backwards a few inches. Just then, Coach Sievers, the strength trainer, came out of his office, curious about the commotion. "What the hell is going on ..." He stopped in mid- rant as he felt a hand take hold of his waistband and jerk him back. As he slammed against the wall, he instinctively tightened his back and butt to absorb the blow. And just as instinctively he balled his fists to punch out whoever had balls enough to try to rough him up. But he was stopped short by a beautiful girl pressing her ample chest against him. Literally, try as he might, he couldn't move away from the wall. He felt stuck between two rock walls. But his brain couldn't make sense of what his body was experiencing. He felt helplessly caught between two immovable objects. Buck Sievers was anything but a helpless man. He had spent the better part of his 40 years as a weightlifter. The culmination of that training was a 6' 2" hunk of solid muscle that could go toe to toe with the best linemen in pro football. In fact, he had spent ten years doing just that. With his jet black hair and rugged features, he was still a very attractive man and constantly sought after by many women. Yet in all of his dealings with women, he was always the one in charge. Now he found himself being pressed against a wall by a high school girl, and he couldn't even budge. "Hiya coach," Andrea purred as she pushed her huge boobs into his chest. She was leaning forward and pressing him against the wall as hard as she could. With her feet planted, she knew that he was trapped. She flexed her pecs and the steel hard muscles expanded even further into the stunned man. "Why do you just let my friends have some fun with the boys, okay? No one will get hurt ... much. You know coach," she continued as she began to run her fingers across his shirt, "you really are incredibly buff. And I just love big, hunky older guys." Buck managed to free a hand and grabbed one of Andrea's wrists. But try as he might, he couldn't stop her from her explorations of his anatomy. "I'm sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?" Andrea asked as she continued to stroke him. "Let's go somewhere more private." With that she circled an arm around his waist and lifted him up against her as easily as a mother lifting a child. She stepped quickly into his office, shutting the door with her foot, and slammed him into a chair. She held him immobile with just a one hand on his chest and then straddled him with her iron thighs. "Let's get to know each other a little better, shall we?" she aid as she tore his t-shirt off him with a flourish. ---------- "Are you ready, boys?" Ginny coyly asked. "AHHH, my hand, you're crushing my hand!" Todd was almost in tears. "Oh sorry, Toad, I mean, Todd," Ginny said as she slightly relaxed her grip. "I know that you'll probably need that hand to throw with, won't you? Just remember this, Toad," her eyes bore into his, her teeth clenched and lips sneering, "I could have just as easily broken every bone in that precious little hand of yours. And this football season would be over for you. So just remember ..." Ginny grabbed the edge of the bench with her free hand and began flexing her entire upper body. The whole group began to move. Ginny's expanding chest, topped by her D-cup boobs stretched the material of her top to the breaking point. Her nipples became hard from the exertion, causing the fabric to tent out even more. The combination of Ginny's powerful muscles and the momentary distraction provided by her comely endowments proved to be too much for the boys. Ginny slammed Todd's hand down on the bench and sent the other four boys sprawling across the mats on the weightroom floor. Ginny rose, thrust out her awesome chest as she stood over the demoralized quarterback, and finished her proclamation, "... you .. are .. mine!" As Todd looked up in fear at this striking example of femuscle, he knew it was true. ---------- Meanwhile, Moose was just getting up enough nerve to talk to Terri. "Uhh ... what's ... what's going on here?" he stammered as he surveyed the action in the room. "What are you girls? Some kind of alien freakoes or what? I mean ... are you for real?" Terri, who had just smiled at Moose's attempt to get away from her, quickly grabbed one of Moose's wrists as she moved closer to him, "Oh we're for real, baby. Here feel." She raised her free hand and flexed her big bicep then forced Moose's even bigger hand onto it. "Go ahead, big guy, give it a squeeze, see for yourself if it's real or not." As commanded, Moose squeezed Terri's mound of muscle, tentatively at first, and then as hard as he could. The harder he tightened his grip the bigger his eyes got. He couldn't believe that any person could have muscles this hard. He placed both hands around the young girl's arm and bore down on it with similar results. The muscles in his forearm bulged out with the effort, but still were totally ineffectual. Terri held her arm flexed and smiled in amusement at the monstrous boy's reaction. "Whoa, Terri, you're like, awesome! I've never seen anything like that before!" Soon other boys started gathering around Terri, admiring her bulging body (especially how those two remarkable bulges in front sat so high and firm on her chest). In the confusion and uproar that the girls were creating, no one noticed that Debbie, who had been enjoying herself just watching the others, had quietly slipped out of the gym, through the boy's locker room. Debbie had been standing by a window when she just happened to see Mary's car pull up in the parking lot. She stared in wonder at the massive women who piled out of the car. When she finally recognized two of the women as Coach Wilkes and Tiffany, she got suspicious. When she saw Stewart was with them, she got worried and made a quick exit. Quietly she passed through the locker room and out into the morning, leaving her friends to their fate. ---------- At that moment, a car was pulling up to the apartments where Bill and Mary lived. Five girls piled out of the car. They were in various stages of dress or nearly dressed and they were talking non-stop. "I don't know what she's up to, but it better be good to get us up this early..." "Sure, she's always up at this time, jogging or some thing..." "This is summer, we've got a God given right to sleep till noon..." "Still, she's our fearless leader, so when she says jump ..." "You better say 'How high?'" Jacquie was standing in her doorway s Śneering at the other girls. She was still wearing her bathrobe, which seemed to be stretching a bit around her infamous chest. Her sneer quickly changed into a wide, sexy smile. "C'mon," she gestured the girls in with a flick of her golden hair, "I've got something I'm dying to show you." As the girls filed into the apartment, Jacquie noticed that one of them was being uncharacteristically quiet. She saw the tell-tale signs of a swollen lip and eyebrow. Jacquie knew that if she looked under the girl's baggy sweatshirt, she would be sure to find more bruises. How could someone deface such a thing of beauty as Charly, the thought to herself. Then she set her jaw and joined the others without saying anything that could embarrass her friend. She was glad that all five could make it on such short notice. There was Charly, 5' 6" of enthusiastic charm. She was really cute, but she kept on choosing the wrong guy. She had thick, curly brown hair and brown eyes and a smile that could brighten any day. Except today. Suzann was a tall, buff, black girl. She had Whitney Houston's face and Angela Bassett's body. Yuki standing next to Suzann almost looked comical. While Suz stood 5' 11", Yuki barely reached 5' 4". She was an excellent tumbler and gymnast, though, and her long, lustrous, jet black hair was as always, beautiful. Jaquie was amazed that no matter what time of day it was, she was always perky and totally together. Taryn yawned and stretched 5' 8" frame as she stood with the others. She looked like the typical girl-next-door with red hair and blue eyes and a smattering of freckles across her button nose. Except that she had the physique of a swimmer, broad shoulders, trim waist, long arms and legs. And finally, there was Kayla, who looked more like a model than any of them. She was as tall as Taryn, but nowhere near as filled out. She may have been skinny, but she had just the look that photographers love (as well as some men, I understand, but not usually the type that would spend much time reading chronicles such as these) with short, wispy blonde hair. All the girls were wearing shorts but they were wearing a variety of tops from Charly's baggy sweatshirt to Kayla's skimpy tank top. When the girls had gathered in the small apartment, Jacquie directed their attention to the weight bench that dominated the living room. "Ladies, something remarkable happened last night," she started, trying to stretch out the drama of the moment. "You lost your virginity!" one joked. "You got married!" "From what I've heard, something remarkable happens every night with Bill, honey!" "Stop it!" Jacquie pleaded, smiling at their jokes, "And keep it down, Bill's sleeping in the bedroom. Seriously, something really cool happened, and I want to share it with you, cause I know, you're going to love it." With that, Jacquie removed the bathrobe. She was wearing a tiny tank top with spaghetti straps and nylon jogging shorts. The top barely covered her newly enlarged tits with plenty of cleavage showing on top. "You're selling a new line of lingerie..." "Just keep watching, smart ass," Jacquie replied as she raised her arms. "Okay, so you've got a great looking bod, Jaq, what does ..." The girls were suddenly struck silent as Jacquie began to slowly flex her arms. At first they thought her muscles were just incredibly buff. But they grew bigger. Then they thought that something wierd was going on, that Jacquie had never seemed that muscular as her biceps swelled to the size of golfballs. But they grew bigger. When her biceps reached baseball proportions, the girls thought for sure that they couldn't get any larger. But they grew bigger. Finally, Jacquie put everything she had into the flex. Biceps the size of grapefruits crowned her majestic arms. Veins and arteries popped to the surface, trying to keep up with the demand for blood. Her lats split the thin material of the tank top as they flared out like wings. Her magnificent breasts, freed from their constriction, spilled out, perfectly matching her mighty arms. The girls, speechless for the first time since they had turned 12, gawked in utter amazement at their sexy, ultra-muscular friend. Jaquie turned slowly back and forth, making sure that each girl got the full view of her new physique. "And check this out," Jacquie said as she lowered her arms and turned to the weightbench, "Taryn, you're good with numbers, how much weight is on this bar?" Taryn tore her eyes away from Jacquie and quickly added up the weight, "Ummm, with the bar, I think, about 700 pounds." Then she paused and realized what she said, "Who's been lifting that much weight?" Jacquie answered with a wink as she neatly grasped the bar with only one hand and raised it to her shoulder, "I have." Jacquie's arm and chest muscles exploded outward once again in response to the tremendous weight. After five reps, she switched hands and pumped out another five, then she racked the bar again. She shook out her arms and relaxed them again, and again they nearly returned to their normal size. "So what do you think?" she smiled back at the dumbfounded girls. "Wait a minute, Jaq," Taryn finally found her voice, "I mean, just yesterday you dropped me in practice - now you're lifting like 700 pounds with like one hand! Is this some kind of trick ... or is it for real?" "Kinda. I mean, those weights are real, and my muscles are real. But it's all done with ... magic. Here let me tell you what happened." (At this point in my narrative, I don't believe that I need to go into all of the details about how Jacquie got her sexy muscles because I believe that you have probably read the first few installments of this story. So we'll just skip ahead a few minutes to where Jacquie has finished her story of Mary and Bill and Joe and the magic milk and the pills and the whole growth thing. Okay?) "So you see," Jacquie continued after the parenthetical break, "I realized that we could all share this magic gift. We would be the most awesome team in the world! We could do stunts that other teams just dream of." "So all we have to do is jack-off Billy boy, and poof, we've got muscles like AH-nold?" asked Suzann. "Well, not exactly Suze. I don't know if every person will react the same way, or how much a person needs. And I don't want Bill to dry up without everybody getting some. Since there's five of you, and I don't know how many 'loads' it would take, we'll just start with one each and see what happens." "Don't you think we should ask Bill if it's alright with him?" "Let me put it this way," Jacquie said with a devilish grin, "I'm almost ten times as strong as Bill is, so he won't have much say in the matter. Besides I'll bet he's always wanted to lay all of you from time to time. This is a football player's ultimate fantasy! And on top of that, he loves seriously buff women. So what do you say? Are you ready to 'pump-up'?" Jacquie raised her arm and did a quick flex again to get her point across. All six girls joined hands in a circle and shouted together, "Go Aztecs!!" ---------- Maeghan came up quickly to the group as they walked toward the school. "I just ran to the practice field, through the classrooms and past the gym, just like Stewart suggested." "Wow!" Stewart gushed, "you were only gone a minute and covered nearly a mile!" "Yeah, I had to slow down a bit throught the hallways." Maeghan explained, not even out of breath. "Anyways, there was a nobody around except in the gym's weightroom. And there seemed to be quite a lot of commotion in there." "Alright, let's head there first." Rita ordered. ---------- As Rita and the gang headed for the gym and Debbie slipped behind them, a car was pulling up to Mary's apartment. Two very ordinary young women emerged carrying a bag and a wallet. When they knocked on Mary's door, it was immediately opened by Joe, wearing only shorts and a large t-shirt. "Hi, you must be Joe." said one, the taller of the two girls, although taller by only an inch. Both girls were plain looking with dishwater-blond hair. The shorter one was skinny, no, emaciated was more the word for it, Joe thought, as he studied them quickly. The taller one was rounder with a good layer of fat on her. Joe immediately thought of a female version of Laurel and Hardy. "Yes ... yes I am," Joe stuttered as he stood in front of them. "Hiya, I'm Doni," announced the chubby girl as she pushed past Joe into the apartment, " and this is Keri." Keri folllowed her robust friend and gave a shy wave as she went past Joe. "Nice place, Joe," Doni continued once inside, "looks like a chick's place ... your girlfriend's?" "Uh ... no ... not exactly ... it's a long story. Um ... you said you have my wallet?" He had not stopped them from coming in figuring that he had nothing to fear from them. They looked innocent enough and he certainly wasn't attracted to them, so he felt comfortable talking to them, sure that they wouldn't wake his 'secret weapon' and embarrass him. "Oh sure, here," Doni produced his wallet and handed it to him, "Say listen, that was a really brave thing you did last night, standing up to that gang. So we thought we'd bring you a little something to show our gratitude." Doni motioned toward the bag that Keri was holding. "Oh ... yeah!" Keri remembered that she was holding a bag and extended it toward Joe with a sheepish grin. "We made you some brownies." Joe took the bag and looked inside, "Wow! Thanks, I love brownies!" He took one out and looked at it, "Ohh, these look great." "Go ahead and taste one," Doni urged, "How do you like 'em?" Joe did just that and the taste filled his mouth as the best tasting brownie he had had in a long while melted in his mouth. "Mmmm, these are delicious! Scuse me, I gotta get some milk. Say do you girls want to join me?" "Wouldn't mind at all," Doni eagerly agreed. Soon all three were enjoying the brownies and milk around Mary's tiny table. "You know," said Joe in between bites, "I never did understand what you two girls were doing in that part of town all by yourselves. That's a pretty tough neighborhood." He wasn't sure but these brownies were getting better tasting with every bite. And his head started feeling a little bit lighter than it had a moment ago. "We were just leaving a strip joint down on Rosecrans and we were looking for our car." Keri blurted out and then started giggling. "You're ... you're strippers?" Joe asked not really believing that could be true and beginning to smile at Keri's infectious laugh. "Hell, we're anything anyone will pay to be." Doni leaned toward Joe and explained, while her eyes looked him up and down, "See, Joe, Keri and I moved down here from Temec Ôula last year ... gonna make it big. But we couldn't get in any clubs." "So what'dya do now?" Joe asked, finding it a bit harder to concentrate. "Whatever ... party with sailors ... sell some pot ..." "As a matter of fact," Keri said as the giggles momentarily subsided, "these are some of our best pot brownies." Joe, who had never gotten high in his life, stared in disbelief at the nearly finished brownie in his hand. He tried to remember how many he had had, but he couldn't focus on counting at the time. He looked back at Keri and Doni, both cracking up at the look on his face. Then something struck him incredibly funny and he joined them in their laughter. "Ya know ... ya know... I've never been high before .." Joe tried to explain. "Yeah ..." Doni sniffed back a laugh, "we could tell , just look at you!" And they burst out laughing even harder. Joe looked at the two girls through tears in his eyes and realized that they weren't so bad looking after all. In fact, that Keri girl seemed kinda sexy. Suddenly he could feel himself getting harder, his monstrous cock being aroused in spite of him. "Whoa, uh ... pardon me ..." Joe stood up, trying to get to the privacy of the bathroom before the girls could notice his growing manhood. "Holy SHIT!" Doni shouted as Joe stood. Both girls were wide-eyed in wonder as they saw Joe's member tenting out his shorts in front. They had seen many things in the year that they had been in San Diego, but nothing compared to this huge cock that was practically poking them in the face. As they watched it, they could see even through the fabric of the shorts as the cock throbbed and expanded. Joe suddenly felt dizzy and stumbled into the living room. Seeking only a firm place, he fell to the floor. As he fell, his cock liberated itself, mostly because of its size, from his shorts, standing like a flagpole, stretching out to its full foot-long glory. It waved above his prone body like a snake mesmerizing the two girls, beckoning them toward it. Like hypnotized servants they silently rose and advanced toward the object of their fascination, tearing off their clothes as quickly as they could. Keri was the first to kneel and gently stroke the massive member. Soon Doni joined her, straddling Joe's torso. The two licked and kissed Joe's huge cock, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Joe's mind was sailing through clouds, riding on the crest of waves, soaring like an eagle above the three. Then a curious thing happened. As Joe looked down from above (in his mind's eye) the two girls seemed to merge into one and then slowly began to separate again. But as they grew apart, he could see that their bodies had radically changed. They looked like, like ... suddenly he flashed on some pictures he had seen once of two very sexy blondes that looked like twins, tall, buxom, proud, strong. That's what these girls looked like when they separated. Like living barbie dolls, except with even more outrageous curves than the original. Bright sparkling blue eyes set in gorgeous faces with full, inviting lips. Their bodies were tan and taught with toned muscle showing in their arms and chests. And their boobs! As the figures moved apart, he saw four of the most perfect breasts in the world. The more they moved away from each other, the more the breasts grew, almost like they were refusing to be separated. Larger and larger they grew until ... suddenly Joe was brought back to the reality of Mary's room by an imminent explosion in the area of his groin. While Joe had been having his dream, Doni and Keri had continued to work on his throbbing cock. They had stripped down in the process and now sat naked on top of Joe, Doni still straddling his torso while Keri sat on his legs. When one worked on his balls and lower shaft, the other worked on the huge, red tip. Then they would switch. As Joe began rocking and bucking to the sensations going through him, Keri did everything she could to stay on. She was incredibly thin, though and several times had to climb back on after being thrown off. Joe could see her almost non- existent tits barely bouncing as she rode Joe's thighs. Doni, on the other hand, had enough bulk to stay firmly seated on Joe. Joe, overcome now with the desire to cum, lost all control. His body tensed all over as he felt that familiar tingle start at his toes and race up his legs. Keri and Doni knew what was coming, too, and intensified their tugging and licking and sucking. Then suddenly, Joe started coming. The magic-charged semen gushed up like a geyser. Doni and Keri quickly set about trying to drink it all down, but the stream was too much for them. Again and again, the two girls gulped down gracious helpings of Joe's jism. Never had they tasted anything like it. When the flood subsided, the girls began licking up the remains off Joe's still raging hard-on. When they had finished, they looked up and saw that each one was wearing almost as much cum as they had injested. Slowly at first, Keri leaned over and licked some cum off of Doni's shoulder. Doni returned the gesture, licking some off Keri's forehead. Keri leaned down further and licked a stray drop or two that had fallen to Doni's pudgy breast. Soon, she was licking and sucking her friend's breasts, gently rubbing them with her hands. Doni responded by running her hands down Keri's skinny shoulders and across her nipples. She leaned back enjoying the sensations and breathed out heavily. Joe was amazed to see a blueish cloud coming out of Doni's mouth. Soon, Keri, as she continued to arouse her friend, started breathing out the same blueish fog. The two girls seemed oblivious to the cloud beginning to surround them. Keri worked her way up Doni's torso and neck while Doni kissed her way down Keri's face, licking more sperm off as she went. Keri tentatively licked some cum from the corner of Doni's mouth and then tenderly kissed her lips. Doni returned the lick and kiss. Their arms reached around each other and tightened in an embrace as their lips met and tongues reached out for each other. An uncontrollable passion seemed to be taking hold of them. The blue cloud continued to grow around the two girls as their breathing got hotter and heavier. Joe, barely able to concentrate on what was happening, began to get worried as he saw the two girls exploring each other and as they slowly began to be covered with the fog. He couldn't even move as their clenched bodies still held his manhood tightly between them. Then the really strange shit started happening. Joe watched as their two bodies, cloaked in the fog, seemed to merge together. He opened his mouth to shout for help, but nothing came out. The blue mist began to swirl aound the girls, moving faster and faster. Joe laid his head back on the floor and shut his eyes, trying hard not to puke from dizziness. The swirling mist began to slow down again and then started to dissipate, leaving the two girls still locked in their embrace. Joe opened one eye and peeked up to see if the swirlies had gone. But both eyes shot open wide as the fog rolled away, revealing the two figures. The girls hair had grown considerably and had changed color. Instead of the dirty blonde scraggly hair they had had before, both girls had shiny golden locks that cascaded in curls down to their lower backs. Joe was looking at Doni's back, but instead of the rolly-polly girl that had just been sitting on his chest, there was the most perfect ass he had ever seen. He followed the curves up to a tiny waist and further up to a broad back. Although her hair covered most of her back, Joe could see toned muscle flexing in the back and wide shoulders at the top. Keri and Doni slowly regained awareness. They reluctantly broke off their kiss and stared into each other's eyes. Suddenly they realized that they had never seen the other person before. They were staring into the most wonderfully sparkling blue eyes they had ever seen. "Doni?" "Keri?" The two girls began to separate, amazed at the changes in each other, but still unaware of their own changes. As they moved apart, they were suddenly stopped by an overwhelming sensation in their chests. They looked down to see their boobs stretching out, pressing against each other, piling up like inflating balloons. Soon the growing tits began pushing the two apart farther. Keri pulled away finally and stood up. The world looked so different. "Oh my god! What's happening, Doni?" She reached up and held her bulbous breasts, still not sure if this wasn't a dream. The muscles in her forearms writhed like small snakes as she hefted and fondled her extra-large globes. Her delicate hands could just barely span the underside of her now huge boobs. "I dunno, Ker," Doni replied as she stood, too, "but you look ... wow ... you look fucking gorgeous!" "I ... do?" Keri asked as she did a quick examination. then she looked back at Doni, "Well, so do you! I've never seen anyone as beautiful!" Joe had to agree, as did his fully erect cock. He was staring at the most beautiful pair of women he had seen. Every feature was perfect, from their classic noses to their scupltured muscles, from their glowing hair to their firm, volleyball sized tits. Their skin was smooth, tight, and deeply tanned. They had both grown taller as well. From Joe's vantage point Keri looked to be almost six feet tall while Doni was just slightly shorter. Still, they were so similar looking, they could almost pass as twins. The girls explored their new bodies, running their hands over curves that had heretofore been nonexistent. Doni arched her back as her hands reached her own magnificent mams and she tweeked her thick nipples. Just like a model in a porn magazine, Joe thought, but these girls are real! He couldn't take his eyes off the two lucious women as they checked out their incredibly sexy bodies. And their tits! They must be at least a Double E cup, maybe more. And they hardly jiggled as the girls moved, seeming to almost float out in front of them, not subject to the usual laws of gravity. Keri ran her hands over her thighs, delighting in their size and shape. Finally, she thought, I've got hips and thighs instead of sticks for legs. Then her hands found her butt, full and round and hard. She must have spent a whole minute just rubbing herself and regaling in her sexy fullness. Doni moved her hands down from her breasts to her flat hard stomach and tiny waist. All her life she had wanted to thinner and beautiful, now she was a goddess! "What happened?" asked an incredulous Doni. "I'm not sure," Keri replied as if thinking were suddenly more of a chore than it had been before her hair had turned blond, "one minute we're getting high and going down on this guy's huge dick, and the next we're like some super babes or something." She flexed her arm and smiled at the shape and hardness of her small bicep. She had never had anything more than bone and skin before. "Well, it couldn't have been the pot, cause we've smoked lots of it ..." both girls looked at Joe, still prone on the floor with his massive cock throbbing again at the sight of these two lovelies standing naked in front of him, "...it's got to be the cum." "And he looks like he's going to blow again!" Keri said as she approached Joe again. Doni got to Joe first and placed his member in her hot mouth, "C'mon Joe, let's do it again, what'dya say?" she urged him as she worked on his big tip. Keri pulled Doni back and slid his foot-long between her breasts, nearly engulfing it. She stroked up and down his length, the softness and size of her breasts driving Joe closer to the edge. "God, I've always wished I could do this." That's it! Joe realized that these girls looked exactly as he had wished they looked. ü Something happened to grant his desires. As his mind cleared from the marijuana, he finally found his voice, "Wait ... wait, I think I know what happened!" Keri slowed her movements down, just enough to keep Joe hard as a rock, "Well?" "I ... I guess I got some magic stuff in me ... in my ... um, semen ... supposed to make people ... um ... bigger or something ... " Joe began trying to hold his concentration, "an' maybe ... maybe ... I was wishing that you two would look like ... well like you do now. And then suddenly ... you do!" "Oh really?" Keri started to step up her efforts, "Okay, Joe," she said as she used her hands on the outside of her boobs to get even more pressure, "make me ... oh, I don't know ... make me ... smarter! Yeah, that's it. Make me a fuckin' genius! We'll see if this really works." Joe couldn't help himself. Every fiber of his being wanted to come to release. He thought about how beautiful Keri was and how smart she could be. Smart enough to teach any college course. Able to converse with scholars from any discipline. She could lead multi-national companies, run for office, know all the answers on Jeopordy, solve the New York Times crossword puzzle! Suddenly, he felt that old familiar tingling and soon he was unloading into Keri's waiting mouth. "I'll say this," commented Keri as she licked her lips and wiped the remains from her over-sized jugs, "even if it doesn't work, that's the best tasting cum I've ever had." "My turn, girlfriend." Doni replaced Keri as she moved aside. "I know exactly what I want. Now that I've got a fantastic bod, I want to be strong." She began to arouse Joe's cock again. At the mention of strength, his flacid cock came roaring back to fullness. "Strong?" Keri asked when suddenly she burped. A little puff of blue smoke escaped from her lips, "Oh my! Excuse me, must have been someone I ate. How strong, Doni? You mean like, strong as a guy?" Between sucks Doni responded, "Strong as a guy? ... Naw, strong as ten guys, no ... how 'bout, twenty guys? ... yeah, I want to be as strong as twenty .... big ... buff ... bodybuilders ... but I want to stay just this size ...this ... sexy." Joe couldn't contain himself any longer. All his muscles tightened as he imagined Doni able to lift hundreds of pounds with just one finger, her lithe muscles bulging ever so slightly as she picks up the biggest stud in the gym and curls him up ... to ... her ... Joe exploded into Doni's mouth as the images played out in his mind. Meanwhile, Keri had stood up and was examining the books that Mary had in her bookcase. She picked out a challenging literary analysis of Shakespeare and began to skim through the pages. Actually she was reading at an incredible speed, her mind absorbing every minute detail. Suddenly, vocabulary that she had long forgotten came rushing back to her. In fact, everything that she had learned came back in a rush. But just as quickly, her nimble mind sorted and stored all of the information as easily and efficiently as a computer. Doni stood next to her friend after she had cleaned things up. "So, how do you feel?" she asked and then let out a low burp. Her hand went up to her mouth as a puff of blue smoke emerged. "Fabulous, Donnelle," Keri replied as she put the book back on the bookshelf, "everything is so clear, it all makes sense. I must have read three chapters in that book in just the last minute and I totally understood everything. And I would love to show him some errors in his analysis of early Shakespearean imagery as compared to his later work, but the author is probably dead now. Maybe I'll write a thesis on it. Ya' know, Don, I'll bet it must have been Joe's semen that worked this magic on us. How are you feeling?" "Light," Doni said as she stared at her arms, "like I'm floating, like everything is so easy. Say how much do you think that bookcase weighs?" Keri quickly added up the weight of the books and the heavy wooden case in her head, "Oh I'd say about three hundred pounds. Why?" Doni walked up to the bookcase and carefully tipped it back a bit. She bent down and reached one hand underneath. Then she straightened up, bringing the bookcase with her as if it were weightless. She hefted it several times amazed at how light it seemed. Keri meanwhile stood behind her. She was so turned on by Doni's strength that she began to run her hands across her back and then over her small but noticable bicep and her tits while pressing her own big boobs against her friends hard back. The sight of these two fantasy women showing off their remarkable powers and getting off on each other was too much for Joe. He shot another load of cum all over himself and then passed out into sweet oblivion. Doni set the bookcase down and returned Keri's attention. Then she got a wild idea. "What if it wasn't Joe's wishes that made us like this?" "Like we did it ourselves? A wonderful hypothesis. You know, now that I see you use your strength like that, it makes me hot to be strong, too!" Keri knelt down and slurped up a goodly portion of the cum that covered Joe's abdomen wishing to herself to be as strong as Doni. Doni joined her, "And I would love to be smart like you are," she said as she finished up the rest. Once again, their lips met as they finished licking up the last bit of sperm and it moved into a passionate kiss. Doni picked up her super-sexy friend as if she were a feather, all the while never breaking off the kiss. Then she carried her into Mary's bedroom. Keri pulled back slightly as a small burp escaped at the same time one came from Doni. Their blue tinted breaths mixed again as they fell onto Mary's bed. ---------- "Andi ... come here quickly!" Andrea slowly turned around to see her friend Ginny standing in the door of Coach Seiver's office. She had ripped the big man's shirt off him, but was currently struggling with his unwilling hands while her iron thighs clamped tighter and tighter around his waist. Why doesn't he want to rub my big titties, she wondered, why do I have to force him to do it? Now Ginny was interupting. "What is it?" Andrea demanded, obviously put out by the intrussion. "Sorry to bother you," Ginny shot back, just as catty, "but I thought you would like to know, Debbie's gone. She took off while we weren't watching without saying anything to us. I think something's wrong." Andrea reluctantly pulled the coach's hands out from under her top, "Nothing I'm sure that we can't handle now." She held both of Buck's wrists with one hand and flexed her other arm, "Right Coach?" His eyes grew wide in disbelief as he struggled in vain to free his arms. Andrea released her dumbfounded captive and stodd up to leave. She turned back to Buck and pointed her finger at him, "Now, don't go anywhere stud, I'll be right back to finish what we started." Andrea, Ginny, and Terri walked slowly across of the weightroom, loving all the attention from the boys. They stopped at the door, blowing kisses to them and then turning and wriggling their tight little butts as they walked out. Buck Seivers stood at his office door, staring at the vision of loveliness that was just on top of him, dominating him. He struggled with his own conflicting emotions and fantasies. "Okay men," Seivers finally said in the most commanding voice he could muster at the moment, "let's ... uh, let's hit the showers ... and make sure they're nice and cold ones!" Andrea and her friends had just passed through one hall way when they turned a corner and ran into a solid wall of female muscle coming the other way. They momentarily paused, awestruck by the sight of Mary's and Rita's bulging muscularity. Then immediately they turned to run, understanding why Debbie had taken off so suddenly. But these girls were no match for the speed of Maeghan. All they saw was a blur as the young gymnast raced past them and stood at the other end of the hall blocking their retreat with her hands held defiantly on her hips. Ginny and Terri crashed into Maeghan as they tried to slow down. Andrea managed to slip by while Maeghan used her superior strength to lift the girls and pin the other two against the wall. "She's mine!" Tiffany shouted as she took off after Stewart's step-sister. Meanwhile Rita helped Maeghan control the two struggling girls as Mary handed one vial to Stewart. Ginny's and Terri's large muscles bulged fiercely as they tried unsuccessfully to free themselves. Mary calmly held Terri's mouth open as she dropped two drops of the strength reducing potion in her mouth. "I'm really sorry about this, girls," Mary said as she repeated the process to Ginny, "but you took something that didn't belong to you. This power is a gift to be freely given, not forcibly taken." As the potion took effect, the struggling decreased. Rita and Maeghan were able to relax their grip considerably as the girls' strength returned to near normal levels. Then Stewart dropped a drop of the size reducing potion. Secretly, he liked the way the girls looked and really didn't want to return them totally to their original size. Their large muscles seemed to almost deflate as the magic did its work leaving them looking more like fitness competitors rather than bodybuilders. ---------- Meanwhile, Tiffany was still racing after Andrea. Unfortunately for Andrea, Tiffany was much more familiar with these hallways. When Andrea turned a corner, Tiffany slowed up knowing that she had run into a dead end. She walked to the corner and stood there with her hands on her hips waiting for Andrea to realize that there was no way out, except through her. "Give it up Andrea." Tiffany announced down the dark hallway. Suddenly she saw movement along the wall. She was amazed that her eyes that had always need extra thick glasses were so improved by the magic that she could almost see as claerly in the dark halls as she could outside. "You haven't caught me yet, slut!" Andrea cried as she rushed straight at her, trying to knock her over with her shoulder. Tiffany, alerted by her super vision, braced for the impact. "Slut!" she yelled as the younger girl drove her shoulder into a wall of rock-hard abs and stumbled backwards. "I wasn't the one who jacked off my brother and had all my friends do it too!" she said as she leapt toward the stunned girl. Andrea took a wild swing in the darkness and luckily caught Tiffany with her elbow, sending her crashing into a wall of lockers. "He's not my brother!" Andrea screamed as she balled her powerful fists and searched for her prey. "And besides, I could care less about him. I hate him!" Tiffany seeing Andrea searching for her realized that the young girl could not see in the dark as well as she could. Deciding to use this to her advantage, she attacked. "Well I love him." she said as she delivered a vicious kick to Andrea's exposed stomach. "And I hate to see him used." She circled noiselessly and punched her savagely in the lower back. Andrea took another wild swing in the direction she thought Tiffany was moving. But Tiffany ducked under her arm and came up from her crouch with a tremendous uppercut to the girl's jaw. Andrea flew backwards from the blow and slid down the hall, unconscious. Tiffany picked up the limp figure, threw her over her shoulder, and walked back towards the others. ----------- "My beautiful muscles!" Terri cried, "What's happened to my beautiful muscles?" "I feel so weak!" exclaimed Ginny. "Here's the next one." proclaimed Tiffany as she effortlessly held up the still groggy Andrea. Mary and Stewart immediately administered the doses of magic antidote. Stewart was careful though to make sure that she got both drops of his potion, hesitating for a second as he debated giving her three drops just to spite her. By the time Andrea came around, her strength and fantastic muscles were gone. And without the magic flowing through her speeding her healing capabilities, she had a very sore jaw and a throbbing headache. "Oh god, I'm so small!" she complained as she examined her arms and legs. Actually she was still a bit thicker than she had been before, but nowhere near the picture of power that she had been just a few minutes ago. "Well, that's three of them," Rita said as she stood over the crest-fallen girls. "Stewart, didn't you say there was four girls this morning?" "Thats right!" Stewart looked around, "Where's Debbie?" ---------- Debbie made her way from the school through the parking lot, thinking that the search party probably wouldn't retrace their steps out that direction. As she passed by Mary's convertable, she looked inside and noticed a little pill sitting on the front seat. She remembered what Stewart had said about how he originally got his strength from taking some pills. Maybe this was one of those pills, she thought, and if it was, it probably wouldn't hurt to be a little stronger considering the size of those women that had accompanied Stewart to the school. She quickly popped it into her mouth and bit down on it. A sweet taste filled her mouth and she instinctively swallowed the liquid. Then she kept walking away from the school buildings towards the outdoor basketball courts and football practice fields. ---------- "Jacquie ...? Jacquie ... knock it off willya? I gotta go to practice ..." Bill struggled to wake himself up. He had been dreaming that he was making love to his girlfriend, or was it that girl from next door. Whoever it was, there was lots of feminine muscle and lots of cumming. In fact it seemed that he had never stopped cumming since she gave him that pill this morning. But now it was time to get going. No time for screwing around. He was the captain, gotta set a good example to the guys, and damn, hasn't she had enough yet? As Bill opened his eyes he saw the gorgeous face of his lover beaming down at him. "Hi Sweety." Jacquie said softly, "I see you're finally awake." "Hiya Beautiful," Bill answered, still half asleep, "wow, I had the weirdest dream." His train of thought was interrupted as he felt his powerful manhood being stroked and responding. He tried to sit up felt stuck to the bed, as if someone had placed a thousand pound weight on his shoulders. He looked around to see Jacquie gently running her hands over his chest and shoulders. Suddenly his mind snapped to attention. "Wait a minute, if your hands are here, who's down there?" Bill asked as he lifted his head as high as he could. He saw the tight black curls of Suzann's head bobbing up and down at the same time he felt himself nearing another climax. "Jacquie!!" was all he could say before his body was racked by his explosion. Suzann expertly lapped up all she could then stood and smiled down at Bill. He stared in amazement as she licked the tips of her fingers. A good-sized ball of muscle bulged in her upper arm and her shoulders looked wider and a lot thicker than he remembered. "Thanks Billy." was all she said as she turned to go. Whoa, Bill thought, she's really filled out! Then he remembered that he was being held down by Jacquie. He tore his eyes off Suzann's great looking rear and back to his girlfriend. "Jacquie, wh- what's going on here?" Bill pleaded. Just then Taryn walked into his line of sight and gave a funny little salute, "Just doing my duty for my country and the San Diego State Aztec Cheeleaders, Sir." she said in mock seriousness. She was wearing a t-shirt that seemed to be a bit too small for her. Bill remembered that she had always had wide shoulders and strong arms, but her tits had been on the smaller size. Now it looked like she had stuffed a couple of grapefruits in there, but he knew they were real by the way they bounced and jiggled along with her movements. And her arms were showing some great definition, as well. She knelt down and deftly began to arouse Bill once more. Bill looked again to Jacquie who continued to smile at him. Was she going crazy? Didn't she see these girls going down on him? Wasn't she jealous? And how the hell was she holding him down like this? "Relax, Baby," Jacquie cooed as she held his struggling torso down, "I'll explain everything." Jacquie stroked Bill's massive chest as she continued, "You see, I guess that pill that I gave you had some kind of magic effect on your cum as welll as your muscles. After we made love so many times, it made me stronger, too. A whole lot stronger." Bill looked at Jacquie's chisled but still small arms. "Check this out, Honey," Jacuqie said as she raised one arm and began to flex. Bill's eye grew right along with her arm and when it reached its peak he sheepishly reached out to touch it. When he felt its size and hardness, he couldn't control himself any longer and let go a torrent of cum into Taryn's waiting mouth. Bill began to feel faint from the amount of sperm he had been distributing in the last few hours. "Hang on a minute, Lover." Jacquie shook her arm out, relaxing it again. "We're not quite done, yet. I wanted to share this strength with the rest of the squad, too." "Not the guys, right?" Bill suddenly turned to Jacquie with a look of utter fear on his face. "N - not the yell leaders? Right?" "No, silly," Jacquie pushed his shoulders back down, "just the other girls. And I only would let them have two, um, turns each, because I didn't know how much you, you know, had in you." As Taryn left with a smile and wink, Yuki took her place. She lifted her arms into a double-bicep posed and flexed as hard as she could. Her arms erupted with huge hard muscles and high bicep peaks, looking like twin Mt. Fugi's framing her pretty face and black hair. "So, what do you think of my mountains, Bill?" Yuki asked proudly as she showed off for the captive football player. Bill's response was quite evident as his huge member ballooned up to a full, hard erection in an instant. "Coolness!" Yuki exclaimed as she pulled her long hair off to one side and settled her lips around Bill's throbbing head. "Just two more times, Bill," Jacquie said, drawing his attention away from the sexy Asian beauty. "Once more for Yuki and Kayla, and then you're done. Could you do that for me, Billy," she tensed the muscles in her chest and sides until the tank top she was wearing began pop a few seams, then she swung her mammoth boobs slowly in front of his nose, "hhhmmmm, could you do that, Lover?" Bill could help himslef. For what seemed like the thousandth time that day, he could feel his whole body tense as released another torrent of cum. Again he collapsed with fatigue. How was he ever going to make it through football practice today? Finally Kayla came in. It looked to Bill that all the growth from her first go around had happened in her chest. Her once tiny, pert 'model-tits', had blossomed into full size boobs and were stretching the spaghettit straps of her flimsy top. She had never talked much, being the shiest one of the group. Bill knew that it was also because of her high-pitched voice that she was embarressed to speak. "Hi Bill," Kayla said, or was it Kayla? Bill wondered. The voice that came out was so sultry, so smooth and sexy. She ran her hand through her hair then down her long, perfect neck and slowly, ever so slowly, over, and then around her breast, then tracing the separation down the center of her abs, and ending with one finger playing with the top of her shorts. "Do you have enough left for me?" That voice again coming out of that gorgeous face. Bill's cock was already stiff as a pole and aching for release. Kayla smiled as she started stroking the long cock and licking the top. "A-Hem ..." Jacquie tried to bring Bill out of his trance, "remember me?" Bill snapped his eyes back to Jacquie. "Huh? Yeah, oh Jac, I'm only doing this 'cause I love you," he pleaded, "you know that, right?" "Right. And besides, I won't give you any other choice. As you can see, I'm a lot stronger than this morning." She pushed harder on his shoulders and it felt like the weight had been increased to two thousand pounds. "Uh .... just how strong are you now, Sweety? "Well lets just say, I could take on a whole football team of guys like you in a tug-of-war, and whip their sorry butts! You remember the weight you were so proud of benching out there?" She motioned to the other room. "I can curl it with one hand now for at least ten reps!" That did it. The thought of his delectable girlfriend pumping that much iron pushed him over the edge once again. Kayla gladly slurped up Bill's final volley, licking the entire shaft to get every last drop. Bill's entire body went limp from exhaustion and he slipped quickly into a blissful slumber. Jacquie stroked his sweaty forehead and cooed softly to him, "Rest now, my big buff boy, you've ben working soooo hard." She smiled at her handsome boyfriend and then rose to join the other girls in the outer room. It was almost a carnival atmosphere in the little apartment. The first girl Jacquie nearly ran into was an inverted Yuki. She was walking on her hands as easily as anyone would walk on their feet. "Man! This is so easy now!" she exclaimed to the others, "I feel so light!" Then she balanced on one hand, "Hey check it out, I bet I can do one hand push-ups now!" She slowly lowered herself until her nose was touching the back of her hand and then smoothly pushed up to her starting position. Her tricep and shoulder bulged with the effort. Soon she became comfortable with the balance and started cranking out push-up after push-up. "Hey, I bet I could do a one-handed push-up for every point we score. Let's see those other cheer squads duplicate that!" Suddenly Jacquie felt a large hand scoop her up and lift her almost to the ceiling. Suzann had Taryn in her other hand and was walking around showing off her arm strength. "Alright! No more drops on the aerials from now on. You guys feel so light, I bet I could carry the whole team in my hands." Jacquie saw Kayla in the kitchen looking for food. But instead of bending down to look through the refrigerator, she was standing straight up and lifting the appliance up with just her two hands. "Wow, I'm really hungry," she said as she calmly searched the contents of the frig. "Hey Jac, you have anything besides cold pizza and milk for breakfast?" Jacquie saw that one of the thin straps on Kayla's top had snapped relieving some of the tension that her now huge jugs were exerting on the material. "Hey, wait a second," Jacquie said as she surveyed the room. "Suz, put me down now, please. What happened to Charly? Where did she go?" Yuki flipped effortlessly back to her feet and Kayla replaced the refrigerator as Suzann set Jacquie and Taryn gently down on the floor. Not seeing her friend in the front room or kitchen, Jacquie walked back to the bedroom. She stopped at the doorway stunned by what she saw. ---------- "I don't know about you guys, but I'm stayin' away from downtown from now on," said a boy with a bandage wrapped around his hand as he attempted to spin a small pocket knife in his non-dominant hand. Several others were lazily shooting baskets and hanging around a beat-up old Chevy. "Know what I mean Lonnie, huh?" "Yeah, there was some kinda weird shit goin' down there," agreed another injured boy. "Let's just hang here for a few days." Debbie stumbled through the parking lot and into the shelter of some large bushes that separated the basketball courts from some tennis courts. She heard the boys talking but she didn't want to be spotted by them. Suddenly she was overcome by dizziness and she clung to the chain-link fence for support. Things weren't going as planned, she was frustrated and afraid. And she was having second thoughts about taking that pill she had found. Then one of th e boys totally missed the basket and the ball came bouncing her way. The boys noticed Debbie as the ball rolled to a stop by her feet. "Hey baby, throw us the ball!" one of the boys yelled. Debbie had trouble focusing on the ball or the boy who had shouted at her. He seemed strange. His head appeared to be bandaged and there was another boy with an identical bandage on his head. As she stepped out of the shade, the sun seemed to be twice as bright as before. She shielded her eyes and stumbled again. It was as if she had lost all co-ordination. "What are you stupid or deaf?" the other bandaged boy taunted. To Debbie, every word sounded like a freight train roaring through her head. She finally found the ball and gently tossed it at the nearest boy. But in actuality her throw was so hard it almost took his head off. A tall, dirty boy approached her quickly and shoved her backwards with his right hand, protecting a wrapped up left hand, "Hey, that ain't nice! You don't mess with us, bitch!" Debbie fell back more from the assault on her olfactory sense than the ineffectual shove. This boy reeked and every scent was magnified many times over for Debbie. The dirty boy grabbed her shoulder and squeezed as he pulled her toward a car where a couple of other boys were sitting, "What d'ya think we should do to her, Lonnie? We should teach her a lesson, huh. Teach her some manners!" He shouted at Debbie who was nearly wretching at the smell of his rancid breath. "She's not a bad lookin bitch, either. What'cha think Lonnie?" Lonnie sat on the hood of the car which looked like it had been rolled up and unrolled, stripping Debbie with his eyes which always seemed to come back to her tits. He was tall and muscular, wearing tight white jeans and a dirty white tank top. He habitually flexed his large pecs as he stared at the girl. "I'll take care of her," offered another tall boy as he clumsily tucked his small knife into his pants pocket. His other hand was bandaged like the smelly boy's. "No lade ill tek er" Lonnie mumbled through swollen lips. "What'choo say Lonnie?" the boy with the knife asked, "I can't understand a word you're saying since that broad bipped you last ..." Lonnie grabbed the boy's shirt and pulled him nose to nose, flexing his big bicep, and stared at him before attempting to speak again, "I sed, no, Blade. See's mine." He thrust Blade away and thwacked his injured hand to remind him who was in charge. Blade winced as his cracked bones throbbed in pain. Lonnie grabbed Debbie and shoved her into the back seat of the car, then followed her and closed the door. Debbie was glad to be out of the sunlight, but the smells of the car were no better than Stinky's breath. The stench of beer, puke, cum, and Old Spice attacked her just as Lonnie was settling in beside her. And then a fire started burning inside her. It spread like the warmth that had filled her back at Andrea's house, but it was different, really different. It burned as it coursed through her veins, every fiber of every muscle was exploding. Every cell in her body responding to a wake-up call that couldn't be denied. Lonnie had manuevered Debbie into a laying position across the big back seat and was busily tring to lift Debbie's t-shirt over her mountainous breasts. As he ran his hands up her thighs and under her shirt, he noticed the muscular definition in her legs and abs. Momma, he thought to himself, buff and sexy and oh so luscious! Suddenly he stopped as he looked down at his victim. She was writhing and panting already. Was she so turned on by him that she was ready to come already? Wait, it seemed to him that she was somehow ... growing. Her tits seemed even bigger than they had a moment ago. Her head was pushing against one door and as he looked back he saw her feet pushing against the other side. Her luscious thighs that he had just felt up were growing thicker, muscles bulging out of the tops forming deep valleys of separation. Her shoulders were spreading out, muscle growing like crazy, until they were nearly as wide as the door. Lonnie saw her abs thicken as each individual muscle group popped out in stark relief. He looked back over his shoulder to see her feet burst out of her tennis shoes. As Debbie's thighs continued to grow, her shorts began ripping up the sides to accomodate their new bulk. She grabbed the material of her shirt and ripped it off her expanding torso. It was right about now that Lonnie knew he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Any doubt in his mind was completely erased when he saw Debbie tense her mighty arms and oaken thighs. With one great push, she tore both back doors off and sent them flying in opposite directions. Debbie wrapped her massive legs around Lonnie's mid-section and sat straight up, surrounding his head with what seemed to be huge pillows of boob flesh. She placed her powerful hands on the ceiling of the car and pushed upwards. The other boys stopped to stare as two incredibly strong hands ripped the top of the car up and then proceeded to roll it back. Finally free of her raunchy prison, Debbie stood on the back seat holding Lonnie by the front of his shirt. She was ten feet of perfectly proportioned, nearly naked, female muscle. Her fist was a large as Lonnie's head, each thigh was thicker than his body. Her bared breasts were bigger than basketballs, crowned with fat, two-inch thick nipples. Her lustrous black mane fell in wondrous waves to the middle of her rippling back. She flexed her arm as she raised Lonnie up to her face. Her bicep ballooned to mammoth size as she studied his face momentarily. A deep guttural sound emanated from Debbie's massive chest, turning into a low growl as it rose, and finally came out as a full force roar, pushing Lonnie's hair back and echoing around the neighborhood. She ended with a snarl that reminded Lonnie of a tiger about to devour its prey. "Elp mee!! Elp mee!!" Lonnie cried through his swollen jaw as a yellow stain slowly spread down the front of his white pants. The two boys with head wounds collapsed to their knees as their legs were suddenly too wobbly to keep them up. Blade was busily trying to open his knife, frustrated by the wrappings around his right hand. The tall smelly lad picked up the only weapon he could find, the basketball and threw it at Debbie thinking maybe it would do some good. Debbie saw and heard the ball coming almost before it left his hand. Her senses seemed to have been heightened to a superhuman degree. So were her reflexes. She easily caught the ball with her free hand as it streaked toward her. She looked again at the ball, deciding what it was and what to do with it. Although the pill had greatly augmented her strength, size, senses, and reflexes, it had left her mind muddled and confused. Finding the thing was not alive nor a threat to her, she threw it back at the boy. But she threw it with nearly the velocity of a rifle. It struck him square in the chest and sent him flying backwards. He scraped to a stop along the blacktop, unconscious. Blade continued to wrestle with the pocket knife. His good switchblade had been busted by some old broad last night along with his hand. But he felt almost naked without a knife, so he had stuffed his old pocket knife into his pants that morning, not really expecting to have to use it. Now he was fumbling around with only one good hand trying to pry the silly thing open. Debbie stepped down off the car still holding Lonnie by the shirt. Out of desparation, the muscular boy began to pepper her mid-section with a series of blows. He was no slouch at fighting, having put down more opponents with his hands than the rest of the gang all together. But even his hardest blows were having absolutely no effect on the giantess. In fact, it felt like he was punching a concrete wall. He began to flail wildly at her arms and shoulders, not able to reach up to her head. Finally Debbie took notice of the little man pestering her with his hands. She casually tossed him aside against the car. He slammed into the car with so much force that he was sure that his back was broken, but he was still conscious. At long last, Blade coaxed the knife open. The blade was short but as sharp as a razor. By the time he looked up, Debbie was standing in front of him staring at the knife in his hands. Something in the back of her mind told her that she should be afraid of the instrument, but she couldn't understand why. As quick as a flash, Blade slashed at the giant teenager. The razor-edged blade carved a path up from her left hip across her stomach and under her right tit, ending at her nipple. Blade quickly stepped back expecting to see blood gushing from the wound and preparing for his next attack. But like the night before, there was no blood. In fact, there was not even a mark left by the knife. Like the night before, he lunged at his target out of fear and confusion, hoping to fend off the monster with a sharp stab at her abdomen. Debbie swiftly grabbed the boy's hand and hoisted him up to head height. She held him there with one hand and stripped him of his weapon with her other hand. She looked at the blade, examining it, then scraped it across her thick nipple. She gasped as pleasurable feelings flowed through her. Back and forth the blade went, harder and harder she scraped as her nipple grew larger and larger in response to the stimulation. Finally metal gave way to steel-hard flesh and the knife blade snapped off. The stunned gang member had been watching Debbie turning herself on, but was beginning to fear for his life. He kicked wildly at the massive body and succeeded in kicking the underside of her basketball-sized boob with his steel- toed shoe. As Debbie reacted to the unexpected pain in her chest, Blade managed to wriggle free of her grasp. Lonnie had had enough time to gather his wits by now and had climbed into the car. The big engine roared to life as Blade hit the ground. He sprinted to the car holding his unwrapped hand which had also probably been crushed. "Run 'er down!" Blade shouted as he slumped into the safety of the car. "Kill that fuckin' bitch before she kills all of us!" Lonnie need no encouragement as he had already stomped on the gas and was aiming the car at Debbie. The beat-up Chevy's tires spun furiously, trying to grab onto the asphalt as the car swerved toward its target. Debbie turned to face the mechanical monster, roaring across the playground. She sneered as it gained speed and headed straight toward her. Another animalistic growl swelled up from her huge chest and escaped her mouth in a snarl that would frighten a Siberian Tiger. She lifted one massive foot as the car approached and smashed it down on top of the hood. The car, which had gotten up to almost 40 mph, came to an abrupt halt under her gigantic foot. The huge engine was crushed beyond repair. Lonnie and Blade smashed against the front window, shattering the glass. They both crumpled back to the seat unconscious. Debbie raised her arms in victory, tensing her incredible muscles. Her soft, smooth curves were replaced with ripples and ridges of muscles as she flexed. Bulging mounds of steely muscle bunched and swelled across her body. She was bigger than any human could possibly be. Bigger than any superhero. And she reveled in her unbridled power. The steam from the crushed radiator billowed up, rising like a cloud around her feet. She looked every inch, every foot, like a goddess come to walk among mere mortals. "Holy smokes!" Mary and her four friends had raced over to the sounds of the fighting in time to see the destruction of the car. They saw the bodis of the gang spread across the playground and the awesome display of femuscle as Debbie flexed. "Ladies," Stewart said, his eyes wide as silver dollars, "I think we've found Debbie." The End of Part Six (Stay tuned for Part Seven where i will really try to wrap things up - let's see Mary has to deal with Debbie and then there's the twin superbabes back at her apartment, no to mention the cheerleaders next door [what was it that stopped Jacquie in her tracks?], and maybe we'll get around to the high school basketball team.) Questions? Comments? Mick Powers can be contacted at: Power_Co@hotmail.com