The Librarian (Part Seven)
The muscle magic is spreading while Mary and her friends race to contain it.
by The Power Company

	"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 the 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 coordination.
	"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 retching 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 maneuvered Debbie into a laying position across the 
big back seat and was busily trying 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 accommodate 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 desperation, 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.
	"Runer '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 
bodies 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."
	"Oh my god, she's huge!" Maeghan stared in awe at the giant 
teenager.
	"The bigger she is," said Tiffany as she started toward the 
towering girl, "the harder she'll fall!"
	Before anyone could stop her, Tiffany ran up to Debbie and 
grabbed one of her tree-trunk legs. Almost more out of annoyance 
than anger, Debbie swatted at Tiffany with her hand. The blow sent 
the girl flying backwards towards the others. Maeghan reacted 
quickly and caught Tiffany before she hit the ground. She was shaken 
but unharmed.
	"Hold on, everyone," Mary cautioned, "it looks like we're 
going to need to use our brains on this one and work together."
	With a growl, Debbie turned toward the group. Somewhere in her 
clouded mind she knew that they posed a grave threat to her. But she 
was feeling so powerful that she wasn't intimidated. She roared a 
challenge to the women.
	"Rita, circle behind her, Tiffany and Maeghan on each side," 
Mary commanded, "Stewart get behind me." The women did as they were 
told.
	At the mention of Stewart, Debbie swung around as if 
recognizing him. She recollected that he was a source of power, and 
what she wanted right now was more power, more strength. She stepped 
toward him but was stopped by Mary's hand on her arm. She looked 
down on the puny woman who dared to stop her and flexed her 
monstrous bicep, breaking Mary's hold.
	Debbie swung her massive hand, intending on sweeping away 
Mary, but Mary ducked under it, pushed at the giant's mid-section, 
and knocked her back a few feet. Debbie regained her balance, 
surprised that one so small should challenge her might. She stepped 
forward with a growl and reached out to grab Mary. But the mighty 
Librarian was quicker than the giant woman and delivered a stunning 
punch to her face, rocking her back again.
	This time Debbie stopped to clear her head, shaking off the 
last blow. Then she countered with her massive fists balled and 
aimed at Mary's head. Mary raised her arms to protect herself, 
warding off the girl's heaviest blows. Suddenly, Mary struck out 
again with a thunderous punch to Debbie's mid-section. The giantess 
doubled over from the unexpectedly strong punch. Mary followed with 
a resounding uppercut that stood the reeling giantess straight up 
again.
	Rita took this as her cue. She dove at the stunned teenager, 
wrapping her knees together and pulling her over backwards. 
Immediately Maeghan and Tiffany jumped onto her arms and pinned her 
down. Between the three powerful women, Debbie was held motionless.
	"Okay Stewart," Mary beckoned him forward, "let's get this 
antidote down her. And hope to god that it works as well on her as 
it did on the other three [She of course is referring to the other 
three girls who attacked Stewart in a previous part of this story 
which hopefully you will remember even though it seems like it was 
years ago that you read it - you did read it didn't you? I mean this 
whole thing won't make much sense if you haven't read the first six 
parts - which you really should do before continuing on. Thanks.]."
	Stewart pulled out the two vials and handed one to Mary. She 
carefully approached the screaming giantess and held her head down 
by her hair. She held the vial over her mouth and dropped in two 
drops of the strength reversal potion.  Debbie continued to struggle 
as the potion took effect, but the muscles that were just bulging 
with frustrated power began relaxing. Maeghan and Tiffany also began 
to relax their grip, lest they accidentally hurt the girl.
	Stewart held out the other vial for Mary to administer the 
size reversal potion. But suddenly, Debbie, her mind still somewhat 
clouded by the whole experience, quickly pulled away from Tiffany 
and swiped at Mary's hand. The bottle flew out of her hand and 
across the basketball court. Everybody watched helplessly as the 
glass container arched its way through the morning light to its 
expected demise.
	With a flash, Maeghan reacted first, her powerful legs 
propelling her up and towards the landing zone. She made a diving 
catch just as the bottle was about to hit the pavement. She rolled 
with her momentum, clutching the potion in her hands. Still she was 
not able to stop several drops of the potent formula from spilling 
out of the opened vial. Quickly she was back on her feet and 
standing with her comrades handing the bottle carefully back to 
Mary. 
	Tiffany had controlled Debbie's arm once more and Mary had 
pinned her neck to the ground so that the hapless girl couldn't 
escape. Now Maeghan resumed her grip on the other arm and Mary 
examined the remaining contents of the bottle.
	"A lot has spilled out," she said studiously holding it to the 
light, "we'll just have to hope that there's enough left." With that 
she held the girl's head down and repeated the process. Barely two 
drops issued forth from the dark colored vial. Mary held her hand 
over Debbie's mouth to make sure that she swallowed the potion. Then 
everyone stood by waiting for Debbie to return to normal size.

	Meanwhile, Jacquie and her friends were staring at Charly, 
their formerly petite team member. All of the girls on the San Diego 
State cheerleading squad had just powered up thanks to the magic in 
Jaquie's boyfriend's semen, just as Jacquie had earlier that 
morning. Each one was now easily as strong as ten men, with the 
exception of Jacquie who three times as strong as they were. 
Jaquie's body, when not flexed, looked no larger than any fitness 
competitor. But she could make her muscles expand to unbelievable 
size when she really used them.
	Now they were looking at the back of Charly as she held Bill's 
large, powerful body easily in her two hands while she desperately 
sucked at his even more impressive cock. She had stripped off her 
sweatshirt to make room for her growing muscles. Her back, 
shoulders, and arms were covered in huge, bunching, bulging muscles 
which seemed to be growing in front of their eyes. It became obvious 
to them that while they were showing off their new strength to each 
other, Charly had slipped back into the bedroom for some more of 
Bill's super-magic jism.
	"Okay, miss," Jacquie pretended to be like a cop speaking 
through a megaphone, "put the boy down and step away from the bed."
	"No ... no ..." Charly growled back between slurps, "gotta 
have ... more ... gotta get ... stronger ... "
	"Whoa there, girl," said Suzann as she cautiously approached 
the feeding lioness, "don't you think you're big enough now. I 
mean," she continued as she ran her long strong fingers across the 
ripples of Charly's burgeoning back, "check out these awesome 
muscles. Oooo, baby, you're hot!"
	Charly slowed down her frantic pace to think about what Suz 
had said. "But ... but I want to be stronger than ... than .." The 
girls could see that she was about to cry. Jacquie stepped up and 
held her face while Yuki and Kayla took hold of Bill and lowered his 
unconscious body back to the bed. Jacquie noticed that the bruises 
on her face had disappeared since the magic had transformed her 
body.
	"Charly ... it's ... it's okay," Jacquie comforted her, "No 
one's gonna hurt you ever again." She wrapped her arms partially 
around the girl. She could feel Charly's already large muscles going 
through another growth spurt, pushing her arms further apart. As 
Jacquie held her close, Charly began to sob. She buried her face 
against Jaquie's shoulder and clenched her fists as the memories of 
her abusive boyfriends flooded back into her mind. "That's okay, 
Charly," Jacquie consoled her, rocking her gently back and forth, 
"hell you're stronger now than any man in world. And besides, we'll 
never let anyone hurt you again, right girls, because we're a team, 
right?" The other girls gathered around Charly and Jacquie and 
joined in a group hug of strength and affirmation.

	Meanwhile, next door, Doni and Keri were emerging from the 
bedroom. They had spent the last hour totally exploring each other's 
new body - and there was a lot to explore. Doni had become almost as 
strong as Keri and Keri had become almost as smart as Doni. It seems 
that the pot that the three of them had ingested did significantly 
change the magic abilities of Joe's cum. For a while at least, they 
were able to fashion themselves however they wanted. And they had 
done just that. The two were so alike it was hard to tell them 
apart.
	They had found a few articles of clothing in the bedroom that 
would cover their dramatic assets and with the knowledge that they 
would repay him, they took several of Joe's credit cards and his 
money from the wallet left on the table. They slipped past the still 
slumbering Joe and quietly left the apartment.
	"Donelle, my sweet," Keri said as she climbed in their car, 
"we really should do something about our mode of transportation."
	"You're absolutely right, Ker," Doni agreed as she started the 
car. "There's a small lot on El Cajon Blvd. called Honest John's 
that had some suitable cars - and I understand that he has a 
weakness for foxy ladies."
	"And you certainly are that, Doni!"
	"As are you, my dear. Let us away!"

***************

	"Wh ... where am I?"
	The stunned young woman struggled to sit up. She looked around 
to find herself surrounded by unfamiliar faces, mostly female, 
mostly attached to incredibly muscular physiques. The only face that 
she did recognize as her eyes began to focus was a man's face. It 
was her friend's brother, Stewart.
	"Stewart? Stewart?" she repeated to herself as her mind slowly 
worked its way out of the fog. She looked down to see that she was 
totally naked. With a gasp she attempted to cover herself, but she 
was not too successful. Her hands could not begin to hold in her 
voluptuous bosom.
	Suddenly, Maeghan came running up with some clothes in her 
hands. "Here," she said as she pulled up to a stop by the 
embarrassed girl, "I just ran over to the boys locker room and found 
some stuff that might fit you."
	Debbie self-consciously clutched the clothes  and looked 
nervously around. Tiffany playfully grabbed Stewart's ear and led 
him away from the circle, "That's enough gawking for you, young 
man!" she scolded. "Besides, lover boy, Aren't I woman enough for 
you," she said as she clamped her arms around him and gave him a 
powerful squeeze, mashing her own wonderfully full breasts into his 
torso.
	Debbie quickly slipped the top over her head. Maeghan had 
picked out the largest football jersey she could find, meant to fit 
over a three hundred pound lineman with shoulder pads on. However, 
the jersey fit Debbie's shoulders perfectly. Then she pulled on the 
shorts she was given and slowly rose to her feet.
	Mary, Rita, and Maeghan all gasped simultaneously. Debbie 
continued to rise ... and rise ... until she towered over the other 
women. Although the magic potion had greatly reduced her size, she 
had not returned to normal. She looked down on Mary and Rita, 
surprised how short they seemed. Although Mary stood a statuesque 
5'11", Debbie was clearly a head taller than her, easily six and a 
half feet, maybe taller.
	The bottom of the football jersey dangled a good 8 inches away 
from Debbie's steel-plated abs and high enough above the shorts to 
give everyone an awe-inspiring view of her stomach muscles. She 
grasped her arm and felt as her large bicep swelled in her hand.
	"Oh my god!" Debbie quietly said as she examined her muscles, 
"What's happened to me? The last thing I remember was swallowing 
some pills I found in that car back there and then stumbling through 
the bushes."
	"You mean you don't remember these boys," Mary pointed to the 
boys still strewn across the basketball court, "or how you crushed 
that car?"
	Debbie looked at the still steaming car as it lay like a great 
beached whale at one end of the court and at the boys, just now 
beginning to stir. "N ... no ... just images ... sounds and smells 
... all mixed together ... did ... did I do THAT?!?"
	As the group surveyed the damage that the rampaging hulkette 
had wrought, another group of boys approached the courts, laughing 
and joking, bouncing several basketballs. They suddenly fell silent 
at the sight of the muscular females and the obvious fight that had 
just occurred. As glad as they were that this particularly nasty 
gang had come to such an end, they stopped in their tracks and 
slowly began retreating. Rita turned toward the group, recognizing 
some of them from school.
	"Hey, just a minute there, Ralphy," Mary called out as she 
stepped toward the boys.
	"Is ... is that y... you, miz Wilkes?" a tall red head 
stuttered.
	"It hasn't been that long since you were in my class, has it, 
Ralphy?" Rita replied with a big grin. "I didn't mean to frighten 
you guys, just wanted to borrow your ball for a second."
	The boys slowly returned to the court and Ralphy bounced his 
ball to Rita, "Sh ... sh ... sure thing miz Wilkes."
	Rita took the ball and handed to Debbie. "Just a hunch," she 
winked at Mary and smiled at the teen tower of power in front of 
her, "but would you be interested in joining the girl's basketball 
team this year?"

*****************

	While Rita, Mary and the others were straightening out the 
problems at the school, the newest super team in San Diego were 
leaving Jaquie's apartment and heading off for cheerleading practice 
at SDSU. As their cars roared down the street, a chubby young girl 
came walking down the sidewalk dressed in a Girl Trailguide uniform. 
She had parked her bike at the corner and was working this side of 
the street first. She had a bag of cookies slung over one shoulder 
and grunted with the heavy load as she pulled at her uncomfortable 
shorts and tight blouse. Even though her mother kept buying bigger 
and bigger clothes, they still seemed too tight, especially around 
her tummy. They must keep shrinking in the wash, she thought as she 
adjusted her sash which proudly displayed all of her meritorious 
badges that she had earned over the years. At sixteen, she was the 
oldest member of her troop and had been there the longest. That's 
why she need to sell these cookies, she reminded herself, so she 
could get to camp for the first time in her life.
	As she watched the gorgeous women pour out of the apartment 
and speed off down the street, she sighed and pushed her thick 
glasses back up her nose. No customers there, she thought to 
herself, and she headed for the next door. As she knocked on the 
door to Mary's apartment it slowly glided open. Keri and Doni had 
failed to fully close the door all the way and all it needed was a 
slight nudge to open again.
	The girl fixed a smile on her face as best as she could. 
"Hello?" the young scout called out tentatively, "Hello? My name's 
Claudia? And I'm selling Trailguide cookies?" She peered into the 
apartment to see if anyone was home. "Is anyone here?"
	Claudia waited for a minute for someone to answer. When no one 
came to the door, she decided to shut it herself and try the next 
building. As she stepped up to take the door handle she saw Joe 
stretched out on the carpet. At first, Claudia thought that he must 
be asleep, but then she didn't see his chest moving. Her heart 
skipped a beat as she realized that he may need some help. Perhaps 
he fell and injured himself, perhaps he choked on some food. At 
last, this was the moment she had been trained for and for which she 
was totally prepared. Dropping the bag of cookies by the door, 
Claudia sprang into action.
	Claudia was the best Girl Trailguide in her troop when it came 
to first aid. She knelt beside the muscular man and pressed her 
fingers onto his wrist to check his pulse. Joe was still under the 
effects of the drugs and his heartbeat had slowed significantly. 
Claudia gasped as she couldn't feel a pulse. Quickly she placed her 
hands on his bulging chest muscles and pressed her ear to his chest 
to listen for the faintest indication of a beat. As she listened 
intently, she gazed down at the man's legs. Suddenly all thought of 
listening for a heartbeat left her mind as she was caught up in 
amazement at what she was seeing.
	Joe happened to be having one of those, sometimes 
embarrassingly, erotic dreams that men sometimes have. However, this 
one was also fueled by the drug still floating around in his system. 
Claudia's hands on his chest had further added to the sensations 
and, as a consequence, his enormous member was responding in the 
only way it knew how to.
	Claudia stared mesmerized by the cock that was rising before 
her eyes, eyes that got bigger and bigger with each pulse of blood 
that fed Joe's still growing rod. Her heart began pounding in her 
breast as the rest of the world slipped away from her consciousness. 
A loud buzzing filled her ears and her breathing became short and 
ragged. All she could see was the magnificent cock that rose in 
front of her. She stared intently as thick blue veins pushed to the 
surface. Her mouth went dry as she saw the tip change color to a 
deep reddish purple.
	Claudia had seen big cocks before, plenty of them. Of course 
they had been on TV on the late nite cable movies while her mom was 
sleeping. But she had always dreamed that she would one day hold a 
real one in her hands. And now here she was, actually doing it. 
Doing it? Were those really her fingers tracing up and down the 
magnificent length. It all seemed like a dream. She shot a look back 
at the man's face. He wasn't waking, just moaning softly.
	The pounding of Claudia's heart got louder, drowning out the 
rest of the world. As her lips approached the throbbing tip, the 
pounding increased. She didn't know what she was doing, but she 
couldn't stop herself, nor did she want to. Fuck camp, and fuck the 
Girl Trailguides, and fuck those fucking cookies, all there was in 
the world was this huge, hard cock, fucking this huge, hard cock.
	Claudia tried to imitate the women she had watched so many 
times in the movies, starting slow, licking from the base to the top 
all the while her hands slowly pumping the massive organ. When she 
got to the top she slid her lips around the head and sucked it into 
her mouth as far as she could. Just the head alone filled her mouth 
completely, but she continued pumping, and sucking, and licking, and 
kissing.
	Suddenly her efforts were rewarded with a spurt of pre-cum. 
Claudia had never tasted anything like it. It wasn't really bad, she 
decided, and so she kept going, knowing that their was a lot more to 
come. And indeed there was. With little notice, Joe quickly spasmed 
and shot a load of his magic cum into her waiting mouth. Claudia was 
caught off guard and a good portion of the first volley escaped her 
mouth, which only served to help lubricate Joe's mighty shaft. 
Claudia increased her efforts and her tempo, readying herself. She 
was again soon rewarded and this time Joe held nothing back. Stream 
after stream of warm cum filled Claudia's mouth and she gulped it 
all down like a seasoned expert.
	After the flood that seemed to Claudia to last forever, she 
gently went about licking up any remnants of the man's seed. It was 
only then that Joe began stirring back to consciousness. Her 
mindless lust finally sated, Claudia once more became aware of her 
surroundings. She froze, horrified by what she had done, by her 
wanton, lustful behavior. She jumped to her feet and bolted straight 
for the door before this poor man could wake up and see what she had 
done. She grabbed her bag of cookies in her flight, and headed for 
her bike.
	Claudia took off riding as fast as she could. She was nearly 
overcome by all the conflicting emotions that ran through her: 
revulsion, fear, horror, and still a trace of lust as she remembered 
the hardness of the man's organ in her hand, the softness of it on 
her lips, the sweet taste of his cum in her mouth. She shook her 
head as she rode, faster and faster, trying to shake those memories 
out of her brain. But there was something else going on inside her, 
a small discomfort starting in her tummy.
	The further she rode the greater the pain grew. It was like a 
big bubble forming inside her, but she was afraid that she might 
throw up if she let it out. Frightened by what was happening inside 
her, she rode as fast as she could. Soon she was pulling her old 
bike into her driveway. She threw it against the house and rushed 
inside.
	"Hey Dorko-Porko," a big teenage boy sitting on the 
dilapidated sofa called out as Claudia nearly ran through the tiny, 
equally run-down, house, "better not have hit my Firebird with your 
stupid crap-pile of a bike!" There was another boy with him who 
smiled lamely at his buddy's put-down. They were watching "Ricky 
Lake" and drinking beer.
	Oh no, thought Claudia, I forgot about my stupid cousin, Rick, 
and his jerk of a friend, Mike! Thoughts flashed quickly through her 
mind of all of her run-ins with her older and meaner cousin. He and 
his friends were always thinking up new ways to torment her. Rick 
was only a couple of years older, but he was a lot bigger than she 
was and never tired of embarrassing or belittling her. And now 
they're drinking mom's beer, she thought, If I say anything to her, 
they'll pound me for sure! But at that moment, all Claudia could 
think about was getting to the bathroom. She rushed past the two 
slackers without a word and headed down the hall.
	The fear of the boys just accentuated the tightness in her gut 
as she burst into the small bathroom that she shared with her mother 
and cousin. She slammed the door behind her and grabbed hold of her 
stomach. It seemed like the gas bubble inside her was about to 
explode when she let out a low belch. To Claudia's shock and horror, 
a blue fog escaped from her mouth as the belch continued. Soon the 
tiny room was being filled with the blue mist as one burp followed 
another. At least my tummy is feeling better, she thought as she 
continued to expel the mysterious gas.
	But just as Claudia began to feel relief in her abdomen, she 
felt another tightness rising in her chest. It felt as if her shirt 
were beginning to constrict. By this time the blue-ish fog was so 
thick she couldn't see what was happening. All she knew was that it 
was getting increasingly hard to breathe. Suddenly, more out of fear 
than desperation, she took in a deep breath. She felt something give 
way and heard a ping as some object struck the mirror and then 
ricocheted into her forehead. Her hands instinctively went up to 
protect herself. But they ran into something on their way up.
	Instantly, and to her great surprise, Claudia realized she was 
pushing against her own boobs. She looked down through the gathering 
mist and saw what seemed to be two large mounds of flesh bulging up 
through the opening in her official Trailguides shirt as the 
remaining buttons valiantly tried to contain the swelling. She 
wasn't wearing a bra, she hardly ever did because she was so small 
on top, so the shirt was all that was holding everything in. She 
gasped in amazement at the sight of her ballooning breasts which 
sent another official Trailguides button flying off her shirt.
	Claudia's trembling hands slowly rose, tracing the outrageous 
bulges in her shirt. As her hand brushed against her still growing 
boobs, a wave of pleasure like she had never felt rushed through 
her. He knees nearly buckled as she gasped for air. Just then, she 
became aware of still another tightness. It felt like her shirt 
sleeves were constricting in on her arms. But as she looked through 
the mist at her right arm, she saw that instead of the material 
shrinking, her arm was growing! She tentatively flexed her arm and a 
couple of stitches along the seam popped. She flexed harder and saw 
her arm grow larger while popping a few more stitches. Finally she 
flexed her arm as hard as she could and watched in amazement as the 
rest of her sleeve up to her shoulder gave way to her newly 
empowered muscle.
	Claudia reached out to feel her arm with her other hand and 
smacked herself in the side of her still expanding tit. So she 
carefully lifted her arms to clear her bosom and started examining 
her muscle. She found that the harder she flexed, the larger it 
would get and the larger it got, the harder the muscle felt.
	Claudia ran her hand up her arm and across her shoulder, then 
lightly traced the line of her cleavage. The other hand joined the 
first in her exploration of her burgeoning breasts, and the two 
ripped open the official Trailguide shirt then carefully removed her 
sash full of meritorious badges. Her bountiful mams burst forth. My 
god, she thought, I'm even bigger than those porn stars on TV!
	She looked at herself through the dissipating mist. The sight 
that met her eyes amazed and excited her. Her left hand began 
playing with her exposed nipple, while her right hand subconsciously 
found its way into her shorts. She began rubbing herself with both 
hands, slowly at first and then with increasing speed and intensity. 
She was nearly on the verge of cumming when she let out a soft 
scream that she immediately stifled.
	Meanwhile, Ricky Lake was wrapping up another totally 
forgettable show and the boys were starting to get up from the couch 
to get  more beer. Rick heard the soft scream come from the bathroom 
and noticed some of the blue vapors seeping out under the door.
	"Hey, you stupid bitch," Rick yelled in from outside the door, 
"what's going on in there? You start a fire or sumthin'?"
	Claudia was so furious at her older cousin that she forgot all 
about the orgasm that she was just about to have. She looked down at 
the tiny counter, mostly filled with Rick's crap, and tried to 
control her mounting anger. He's always in here, primping and 
fussing, she fumed, god how I hate him! She grabbed his hair dryer 
and squeezed with all of her might. The plastic and metal of the 
appliance easily gave way to her new found strength as the dryer 
crumbled in her powerful hand. She smiled as she mashed it, wishing 
instead that it was his damn car she was crushing instead of just 
this hair dryer. Unfortunately, the hair dryer was still plugged in.
	As the metal and plastic crumpled in her grip, the wires came 
in contact with her. Suddenly sparks were flying up her arm as she 
held on to the live ends of the wires. Claudia's entire body went 
stiff from the sudden shock as pure electricity poured through her. 
Suddenly, her muscles started responding. Just like before, the 
harder she flexed, the bigger and stronger her muscles grew. And 
every muscle was flexing to its utmost!
	Rick noticed the lights in the house flickering and heard the 
crackling in the bathroom. He pounded on the door with his fist, 
"What the fuck's going on in there! Open up, you little shithead, or 
I'm coming in!"
	With a herculean effort, Claudia managed to rip the plug out 
of the socket. She stood there panting unevenly, exhausted from her 
ordeal, oblivious to the yells of her cousin. She coughed a little 
cough , and a tiny puff of blue smoke come out of her mouth. Then 
she looked up at the mirror again.
	She couldn't believe her eyes. The woman staring back at her 
was simply monstrous. Her face looked familiar, but that was where 
the similarities ended. Incredibly thick muscles covered her entire 
body, everyone pumped beyond belief from the electrical stimulation. 
The only fat on her body had been sucked into her giant breasts 
which protruded dramatically from her massive pecs. Her lats were so 
pumped and so wide that her arms were pushed up and away from her 
sides. Her arms were easily the same size as her steel-plated waist. 
As she looked around her heaving breasts, she saw that her tough 
official Trailguide shorts were ripped open up the sides nearly to 
the waist. Her legs looked like living rock columns of pure power.
	Rick banged on the door again, "Are you okay, Claud?" he 
yelled, his voice betraying a slight bit of concern.
	Okay? Claudia thought to herself. Oh yeah, I'm better than 
okay, she thought as she reached with one powerful hand and 
effortlessly tore her denim shorts off like she was tearing off wet 
tissue paper, I'm fuckin' super!
	"Yeah, I'm okay," she finally answered. Her voice was 
considerably lower than before, and though it took her by surprise, 
she really liked the sound of it. "As a matter of fact," she quickly 
opened the door, nearly causing her cousin to fall forward, "I'm 
feelin' great!" She reached out with blinding speed and grabbed Rick 
by the shirt, then hauled him into the bathroom before he could 
react. She held him off the floor and pinned him to the wall with 
just her tits.
	Rick couldn't believe what he was seeing and feeling. Was this 
monstrous woman his nerdy cousin? He tried to push away from the 
wall, but he felt like he was pushing against a solid, immovable 
rock. Claudia just smiled back at him, obviously enjoying watching 
him struggle against her massive body. Out of desperation, he began 
to rain down blows on her shoulders and chest. But they were totally 
ineffective.
	"Is that the best you can do, Ricky?" Claudia taunted.
	Rick redoubled his efforts. He brought his knee up into her 
midsection, and punched even harder than before. But he wasn't even 
making a red mark on her skin where he hit her. He tried a punch to 
the face that almost broke his hand and didn't budge his captor an 
inch.
	Through it all, Claudia stood with her hands on her hips, and 
a look of bemusement on her face. "Well if that's all you've got, 
now it's my turn." Claudia didn't move, but merely flexed her mighty 
pecs. Her boobs pushed into Rick's stomach making it hard for him to 
breathe. "What's the matter, Rick? Do I take your breath away? I'm 
only using my titties, Ricky, think what would happen if I used some 
of these muscles?" She raised her arms in a double biceps pose.
	Rick's mouth dropped open at the sight of Claudia's massive, 
bulging biceps that seemed to be swelling even as she held the flex. 
He ran his hands over the mountainous peaks, amazed at their size 
and hardness. In fact, his hands barely covered the powerful 
cannonball sized biceps.
	Just then, Mike came bursting into the tiny bathroom, wielding 
his friend's baseball bat. "Back off, bitch!" he screamed as he 
swung the bat as hard as he could into the small of her back. 
	"Hey!! Stop it!!" yelled Claudia as she spun around and ripped 
the bat out of Mike's hands before he could strike again, "That 
actually stung a little bit!" She faced toward Mike, which allowed 
Rick to slip down the wall. She thought about bending the metal bat 
into a pretzel shape, but then decided to give the boys an even more 
impressive show of strength. Placing a hand on each end of the bat, 
she began to squeeze. At first the aluminum bat resisted, but 
Claudia's already huge muscles seemed to grow to the challenge. Her 
pecs began shaking as she applied tremendous amounts of pressure.
	The terrified boys watched intently as the bat at first held 
firm. But then they saw a small wrinkle appear, and then another. A 
broad smile replaced the grimace on Claudia's face as she knew she 
had won the battle. With one great push she drove her hands 
together, flattening the metal bat between them until it was the 
size of a soft drink can.
	That was all the convincing the boys needed. Mike grabbed Rick 
and dragged him to the front door, "Let's get outa here dude, while 
we still can!" They sprinted to the car and jumped inside.
	But a furious Cluadia was right behind them. She was just 
getting all worked up when Mike attacked her. It seemed every time 
she used her muscles, she started getting turned on. And crushing 
the bat just about sent her over the edge. She wanted the boys, not 
just to get even with them, but to strip them and fuck them and 
maybe another hundred or more like them. So it was pure lust that 
drove her to charge out of the house totally naked and jump in front 
of the Firebird as it roared to life.
	"You can't get away from me," she growled as she stretched her 
powerful arms across the hood of the car, and dug her feet in to 
resist the powerful engine. Rick stomped on the gas but the car was 
going nowhere. The back wheels screeched and spun, trying to catch 
enough friction to dislodge the super girl. Cluadia gritted her 
teeth again and tightened her grip on the car. The boys' terror 
mounted as they realized that her chest was expanding yet again, 
rising to the challenge. Slowly she began to lift the entire car, 
boys and all, off the ground holding just the front end. The engine 
started screaming as the back wheels left the ground and began 
racing at full speed. The boys could see that the force of her 
embrace had mangled the front end of the car. Her boobs had pushed 
in twin indentations, crushing the hood into the engine compartment. 
Her arms had nearly destroyed the rest of it. She was holding the 
car straight up and down and the boys were doing all they could to 
stay inside it, for what little protection it would afford them 
against the might of this teenage titan.
	"I'm not through with yet," Cluadia purred as she smiled at 
the two captive boys. She began to shake the car back and forth 
trying to throw them from it.
	Rick and Mike held on for dear life screaming for help at he 
top of their lungs. "Help!! NO!! - NO!! JOE!! JOE!!
	"Joe"
	"Joe?"
	"Joe? Hello? Are you in there?"
	Joe opened his eyes with a start. He looked into the beautiful 
face of Mary as she smiled back at him. He looked around quickly and 
realized that he was in her bedroom again. He looked back at her and 
tried to speak, but his mouth seemed strangely dry.
	"You look confused, sweety," Mary said softly as she stroked 
his hair, "are you okay?"
	"Mmmm, yeah," Joe croaked as he finally found his voice, "must 
have dozed off there. Was I lying on the floor?"
	"No, not when I got home, you were stretched out in here, dead 
to the world."
	"Wow, I just had the strangest dream!"
	"I did see your wallet on the table in the kitchen," Mary said 
as she ran her finger down his chest, "did someone find it and drop 
it off?"
	"Oh wow, did that really happen?" He blinked his eyes trying 
to clear his thoughts. "The two girls from last night found it, or 
stole it. When I checked my answering machine they had left a 
message. So I called them up and they brought it over." He closed 
his eyes concentrating, "But that's when things get kind of fuzzy 
and weird. I think they brought some brownies that had pot in them. 
I remember eating some, but I don't remember anything that happened 
after that until just now when you woke me up."
	"Well, you must have been having some dream," she smiled her 
most angelic smile as her hand played down across his abs and ran 
smack into his rock hard cock, "seems even your shorts couldn't 
contain you!"
	Joe's face turned several colors of red as he tried to think 
up some reason why he was bursting out of his shorts. Finally, like 
all real men, he gave up and decided to quickly change the subject. 
"How did your day go?"
	Mary smirked at his tactics, but she let him off the hook 
anyway. "Everything is almost back to normal - if anything can be 
normal again. Which reminds me, Rita invited everyone to a barbecue 
at Fiesta Island," Mary stood up and stripped off her shirt and bra, 
letting her huge boobs bounce free. "But we don't need to leave for 
a couple of hours, yet," she added with a wink and one of her most 
dazzling smiles.
	Joe's poor addled brain blanked out again as he surveyed the 
wonder of Mary's bounty displayed before his eyes and offered to his 
hands. Mary easily disposed of Joe's torn shorts with a gentle tug 
at the waist as the material surrendered to her mighty hands. Her 
own shorts soon joined her top on the floor as the two young lovers 
fell into each other's powerful embrace. They spent the next hour or 
so making love as only two superhuman beings can. After a quick 
shower, they headed to the beach. 

***********************

	When Mary and Joe arrived the party was in full swing. Tiffany 
and Stewart were setting up a volleyball net. Rita and Carol, 
Stewart's step-mom, were busy grilling the meat. Debbie and Maeghan 
were stretched out in a couple of beach chairs soaking up the rays 
from another perfect San Diego summer day and gabbing about boys. 
Andrea, Ginny, and Terri had brought three of the boys from the 
football team and were splashing around with them in the warm ocean 
water.
	Even Penny was there with her husband, Honest John the âUsed 
Car King.' Mary had called her before she left home and she was more 
than glad to meet the other women. As for John, he spent a lot of 
time catching flies with mouth hanging open as he couldn't stop 
staring at these incredible babes with their enormous muscles.
	There was only one word that could adequately describe the 
scene that day: mythic. It looked to the other people gathered at 
the beach that day like a whole group of gods and goddesses had 
descended to enjoy an afternoon on the beach.

Epilogue

	Bill and the San Diego State Aztecs went on to do very nicely 
that year. He led the nation in just about every defensive category, 
and helped his team win their division and the Holiday Bowl. Jacquie 
and the rest of the team set the entire country on fire with their 
outrageous cheers during the bowl game. Offers came pouring in from 
all over for photo spreads and videos. Bill was taken in the first 
round of the NFL draft, and signed a hefty contract with the 
Chargers. Bill and Jacquie were married that next summer and she 
completed her law degree. Jacquie now works as a sports lawyer for 
an up-and-coming firm in La Jolla.

	Stewart had a great time at Stanford as one of the most sought 
after men on campus. It's rumored he even dated a certain famous 
'first daughter.' But his heart always belonged to Tiffany. She 
graduated with honors and went to MIT. Stewart is still pursuing his 
true love and has decided to name his new video game company after 
her.

	Andrea, Ginny, and Terri all had a great time in high school. 
They all excelled in various sports and were always dating one jock 
or another. Carol, who was left with a good amount of her strength, 
found her confidence again and started dating again. She met a 
sports supplement mogul who encouraged her to enter a fitness show. 
Even though she was ten years older than the oldest competitor, she 
blew them all away. The guy became her sponsor, then her agent, then 
her husband, all in the space of six months.

	When Mona got back to Needles, she opened a gym and used 
herself as her best advertisement. Memberships sold like hot cakes - 
especially for older women. She is the most sought after trainer in 
the desert and the gym is always packed and rocking. She has a whole 
stable of young studs that she dates and manages to keep them all 
happy.

	Keri and Doni did finally pay back Joe all the bills they ran 
up on his credit cards. In fact, they paid him back ten times over 
and sent him a new Nissan Z as well. You see, they invested in some 
very sexy outfits and had a great photo session that was turned into 
a run-away best selling calendar. Posters, ads, talk shows, movies 
followed. Their fan club is so huge and maniacal, anything that 
comes out with image on is immediately sold out. They're slated to 
go into a recording studio next to cut their first album. It's 
already pre-sold 50,000 units.

	Debbie had four great years as the leader of the most awesome 
high school girls basketball team in California history. With her 
size and strength in the low post, they dominated every team they 
played. Of course certain 'sports supplements' provided by the coach 
were very effective in 'empowering' the entire team. But that 
another story best told at another time. Needless to say, a dynasty 
was created at little Mission Serra High that will probably last as 
long as there are magic pills to dispense. By the way, Debbie got a 
full ride scholarship to USC, and is looking to be drafted by the 
WNBA.

	Speaking of scholarships, Maeghan sailed through her senior 
year of gymnastics with unbelievable scores. She was the number one 
choice of all the great gymnastics programs. She chose to got to 
Utah instead of UCLA or Oregon State. (and that will be another 
story told - soon hopefully, if we can get our creative staff here 
at the Power Company to get off their butts and start typing!)

	Rita never did compete in the Ms. Olympia, but she did pop up 
in the audience at one of them, just to stir things up a bit. She 
did, too! All the bodybuilding rags went on for months speculating 
who the monstrous mystery woman was. They all but ignored the poor 
winner. She took over the job of strength coach for the high school 
football team and the girls basketball team, which eventually had 
their own weight room built so that they could workout in peace 
without all the guys gawking at them. And yes, she did learn to play 
the cello, and remarkably well, thank you.

	Joe and Mary continued seeing each other. After graduation, 
Joe was hired to teach at Mission Serra High in the English 
Department. Mary loved her job and her library. It turned out that 
the library was soon one of the coolest places to hang out at 
school. In fact, any time of the day there would be at least a dozen 
boys in there studying. The girls complained that mostly the boys 
were there to study the beautiful librarian, or to watch her arms as 
she reshelved books, or to get a glimpse of a massive calf as she 
stretched to reach a high shelf, or if they were really lucky, to 
have her brush her enormous breasts against them as she showed them 
how to use the computer. But Mary always made sure that they kept on 
task and kept order in her tidy library. She is Mary Ende, 
Librarian.

The End.

(Comments? Concerns? Opinions? You can contact Rick and Mick Powers, 
as well as the rest of the Power Company at Power_Co@hotmail.com)