The Lab Assistant
by Mick Powers
A lowly lab assistant foils a mad scientist's scheme.


Maria Chavez sat back in her chair rubbing her eyes. She felt like she had
been staring at her computer for the last ten hours. Casually, she glanced
down at her watch and was surprised that indeed she had been at it for ten
hours. It was seven o'clock at night and she had been working with out a break
or food most of the day.

"Maria," an older man yelled at her, "go check on those latest specimens."

Maria obediently rose from her desk and walked across the lab to a row of
specimens neatly laid out. Dr. Hartley wasn't the easiest man to work for, and
certainly wasn't one of the nicest members of the faculty, but she was his
graduate research assistant and while she hated the work, at least it paid the
bills.

"Dr. Hartley," Maria called back as she studied one specific specimen, "look
at this!"

Dan Hartley was in his late 40's and more than a little round at the waist. He
shuffled over to the table to see what Maria was talking about. "Yes, yes,
let's see," he adjusted his reading glasses on the end of his pudgy nose,
"specimen 497 ... hmmmm ... yes it seems to be growing nicely, doesn't it.
Let's take that one and a few others and place them in the Vita-Ray."

Maria did as was requested and turned on the machine. 'Vita-Ray' she smiled to
herself when she tought of how crazy this whole thing sounded to her, like
something out of a comic book. Even the contraption looked like it came from a
comic book or an old 50's science fiction movie. There was a large rounded
thingy attached to a swing arm that could be programmed to scan up and down a
table. Out of the thingy extened a tube that had several eliptical pieces of
plastic sticking out down the length of it. It was supposed to supply some
kind of vitamin - Vitamin X she had heard him call it.

She didn't think very highly of Dr. Hartley or his whacky experiment. This is
just some silly project designed to fail so that old Dan can collect tons of
government money and not get a real job. Yeah, but what does that say about
me, though, Maria thought to herself. Suddenly, she was shaken from her
reverie.

"Oh my god, Dr. Hartley!" Maria blurted out, "Take a look at 497. It seems to
be growing in front of my eyes. It's easily doubled in size!"

"Yes, dear, yes," Hartely seemed to be lost again playing with numbers on
another computer, vaguely aware that Maria was talking to him, "that will be
all for now, record all your data and clean things up, then you can go home."

More than a little miffed by being ignored, Maria shut down the Vita-Ray and
diligently recorded all the pertinent information. After cleaning things a
bit, she gathered her things and headed for the door. "Good night, Dr.
Hartely," she called out as she walked to the door.

"Mmmm ..." was the only reply.

Maria closed the door behind her and headed for the elevators. The pig can't
even say a single good thing to her she thought as she descended the five
stories to the ground floor. No matter, she decided, after this term I should
be ready for another position at the university. She went to her small
apartment and changed into some workout clothes, grabbed a couple of pieces of
cold pizza, and walked to the student center. She was hoping to get in a
little exercise before hitting the books.

She seemed to work out harder than usual, the arrogance and insensitivity of
her boss fueling her to lift a little more weight and run a little faster than
normal. After a hard hour she walked back to her apartment sweaty, tired, but
feeling a bit better. Time for a quick shower and then about four hours of
homework.

Back in her apartment, Maria stripped off her clothes and turned on the
shower. While she was waiting for the hot water, she did a quick evaluation of
her body in the mirror. She had only been working out for the last six months,
but was already pleased with the changes in her body. Her arms and shoulders
were more toned although she still carried a bit too much fat around her hips
and thighs. She held up her smallish breasts and wondered if at least some of
that fat could find its way north a little. Oh well, she thought as she shook
out her wavy, shoulder length black hair, not too bad for 28 year old single
Hispanic woman. Maybe I'll even get a date someday. Although I don't know when
I would have the time for one! That thought brought her back to reality and
the piles of work waiting for her. She quickly threw some shorts and a t-shrt
on and dove into her studies.

About that same time, back in Dr. Hartley's office, the cleaning woman was
making her rounds, emptying the garbage cans. She saw that the light was still
on in the lab, but she didn't want to disturb the scientist. As she turned to
leave, Hartley opened the door.

"Oh hello Doris," Hartely said as he turned back to the lab.

"Evenin' Dr, Hartely," Doris replied as she followed him in, "don't mind me,
I'm just pickin' up a few things."

"Doris," Hartley said while working on something at a bench, "could you give
me a hand here for a second?"

"Sure, doc," the good-natured cleaning woman replied as she stepped to the
bench.

Before she could react, Hartely spun around and placed a cloth over her mouth
and nose. One whiff of the chemical on the cloth and Doris's head began to
spin. The room wouldn't hold still for her and sounds seemed to be amplified.
She looked at Dr. Hartely and his voice seemed to burrow down into her mind.
All she could hear were little phrases. But she seemed to want to do whatever
he said.

Hartley unlocked a door marked 'Storage Room 3A' and led Doris into a part of
the lab that she had never been before. The room was actually quite large with
a heavy wooden lab table in the middle of it. Above the table loomed a large
contraption that resembled the smaller one in the main part of the lab only
twice the size. The room was dimly lit with a single light shining down on the
table.

"Come over here to this table." Hartely ordered. She walked over, trying to
keep her balance.

"Take off your blouse." She was surprised that she actually did so, exposing
her small bra and flabby mid-section.

"And your shoes, socks and jeans as well." Again she complied without knowing
exactly why. All she could think about was grabbing ahold of something to
steady herself.

"Lay down on this table." She was glad for somethng solid to lay on, even
though the room still was spinning. She noticed that the table was outfitted
with thick leather straps, but none of that registered in her confused brain.

Hartley looked at Doris with disdain. She wasn't the greatest specimen, but
she would do in a pinch. He jotted down some quick notes for his record.

"How old are you, Doris?"

"52 years old."

"Height?"

"Five feet four inches."

"Weight?"

"One hundred fifty eight pounds."

Hartely noted that she had little or no muscle tone on her arms, legs and
midsection. Her skin was loose and saggy and her hair was chopped short and
was a mix of dishwater blonde and gray. She still had on a pair of old cotton
panties and had a white cotton bra that more than covered her meager assests.
He set his notes down and picked up a large syringe labled "#497-BG."

"Give me your arm." She volunteered her arm to him without hesitation.

Hartley injected half of the contents of the syringe into her vein and then he
quickly fastened the straps around her body. Two sets for each arm and leg and
a four inch wide strap over her chest. With the straps in place, he turned to
a control panel and activated the Vita-Ray.

Almost immediately, Hartley could see a change in the woman as the #497-BG ran
through her blood stream, penetrated into every part of her body and the
Vita-Ray activated the ingenious formula. Her skin, wrinkled and aged by the
years, began looking younger and younger, almost as if the aging process had
not just been stopped but reversed. Within the space of a minute, Doris had
the complexion of a twenty year old.

Hartley was furiously scribbling notes as he glanced up and down the woman's
body. The changes were happening so quickly, he could barely keep up. He noted
with pleasure that her once flabby breasts were filling out nicely. The BG in
the formula was a breast growth additive that he had developed years ago. In
fact, every component of this formula was discovered over decades of work that
had finally come together today. He could have retired years ago, made several
fortunes with any one of his incredible discoveries. But this, this was the
true culmination of all of his hard work.

Soon, the strap across her chest had stretched to its fullest as Doris'
breasts grew bigger and bigger. She had been writhing a little as the formula
took effect, but now she was slowly trying to grind her hips and her breathing
was coming in short gasps as her enlargening nipples rubbed against the rough
leather strap. Soon her boobs started piling up under the confining strap and
began pushing out on either side. That's when Doris' tiny bra gave up the
struggle and burst from the tremenous pressure.

As Doris' tits slowed their frantic growth, Hartley noticed that her arm
muscles had begun to expand. In a matter of seconds, they too were more than
filling their confining leather straps.

"Flex your arm," Hartley commanded.

Doris complied and her biceps tensed against the thick leather strap. She
struggled to raise her fist, but the strap holding her wrist was too strong.

"Relax your arm now, and flex your thighs," Hartley said as he continued to
write down his observations.

Again, Doris complied and the restraining straps over her thighs creaked in
protest as her huge quadriceps bulged out nearly popping the straps off the
table.

"Relax your legs, Doris," Hartley said as he reached over to the controls. He
punched in a couple of new numbers and the Vita-Ray began humming a little
higher. Doris lay still now as her muscles responded to the increased flow of
Vitamin X.

Hartley seemed pleased by her progress in the last few minutes. Doris' limbs
were now filling the straps, stretching them to their limits even without
flexing. "Now Doris, once more, flex your arm."

Doris hesitated slightly, then clenched her fists and slowly began to raise
them. They paused momentarily as they tore through the first set of straps and
then continued upwards until her arms wer fully flexed. With one final effort,
her massive biceps burst through the thick straps holding them down.

Hartley's fingers were trembling with excitement as he quickly shut down the
machine. "Doris, I want you to sit up," Hartley commanded.

The muscular woman flexed her abs and chest as she attemted to follow her
orders but was held fast by the large strap across her chest. Without thinking
about it, she reached up with her hands and tore the leather strap apart like
she was tearing apart a piece of paper. As she sat up her beasts, made huge
from the formula, jiggled momentarily, coming to rest on her thick pecs. Then
without prompting she repeated the incredible feat by ripping the straps from
both legs. She swung her legs over the edge of the table and they nearly
touched the floor.

"Now stand here and relax for just a second," Hartley told her as he stood
with a measuring tape. He held it up to mark Doris' height and was pleasantly
surprised to see that she was now aproximately five feet ten inches. She had
grown nearly a half foot taller in the past few minutes! Her hair, no longer
gray and dishwater blond, was a vibrant shade of dark blond and had even grown
a few inches as well, hanging down around her shoulders. Hartley set his notes
down next to the remainder of the formula and motioned for Doris to follow him
to another part of the room.

"Doris, let's test your strength, shall we?" Doris obediently followed the
professor over to a large two drawer file cabinet. "See if you can lift this
file cabinet, won't you?"

Doris studied the cabinet for a moment, looking for a place to gain a purchase
on it, then tipped it slightly with one hand while she squated next to it.
Hartley watched with more than a little interest as her quads and butt bulged
in that position. Then she slipped a hand underneath the cabinet and stood up,
smoothly lifting the cabinet. For good measure, she lifted the file cabinet
with her one arm several times, as if testing it's weight.

"I'm not sure if this is really much of a test of my strength, Dr. Hartley,"
Doris said as she furrowed her eye brows, "It doesn't seem all that heavy."

"That will do for now, my dear," Hartley reassured her, "you can set it back
down." As Doris complied, he continued, "Actually, I had that safe delivered
her specifically because it is a fireproof safe. It weighs 900 pounds empty.
And it really is rather full right now."

Doris stared at her huge arms, really for the first time, "What .. what have
you done to me?" Her voice showed more wonder than concern. She raised one arm
and watched as her bicep seemed to balloon upward.

Hartley had moved to another part of the room and was standing by a full
length mirror. "Come here, Doris, come look at yourself." Doris walked over
with the kind of swagger that comes with immense strength and stopped in front
of the mirror.

"Oh ... my ... god," was all she could think of to say. "I'm ... huge ...
powerful ..."

"And incredibly beautiful!" Hartley finished. Doris cocked her head at the
comment. She had never thought of muscular women as beautiful, but she had to
agree with his assesment. Even though she was incredibly muscular and
obviously strong, her face was pretty and her tight waist which accentuated
her large breasts and round hips made her body look very feminine. She raised
her arm again and smiled this time at her bulging bicep. Hartley was smiling
too. Then she cocked her big arm behind her head and scrunched down her abs
while holding up her bountiful boobs with the other hand.

"Wow, check it out ... I've got a six-pack!" Doris excitedly exclaimed.

But Hartley was wanting to do more than just check it out. That last pose
pushed the horny professor over the edge. No longer could he restain his hands
and he began exploring the beautiful muscle woman that he had created. If
Doris minded his wandering hands, she sure didn't show it. She kept on flexing
her muscles all over her body as Hartley ran his fingers up and down the
curves and peaks of her awesome physique. His trembling fingers dipped into
the deep separations between her muscles across her back then explored with
child-like wonder the hardness and size of her magnificent shoulders

Hartley was really getting into it, rubbing Doris' pumped up muscles and
getting more and more turned on by her. Suddenly he heard a noise coming from
the doorway to the secret room. Embarrassed at the prospect of being caught in
the act of feeling this woman up (and against her will, as well) he spun
towards the sound and nearly sprinted to the door. Well, as nearly as a rotund
middle-aged man could. HIs head was filled with excuses for what was going on,
not knowing who he would see in the lab. As he slowly opened the door and
peaked outside, he saw no one in the outer part of the lab. He tentatively
stepped out into the lab and looked around. Still no one. That's when he
noticed a set of keys lying on the floor.

Hartley picked up the keys and examined them. Whoever was in the building had
dropped them, probably in such a hurry that they hadn't even noticed them
fall. Possibly because of what they had seen in the storage room. He had seen
these keys before somewhere, but where? Then it hit him. These were his lab
assistant's keys. Was Maria here? Did she see anything? Where was she now? She
must have seen them, it was the only explanation. But had she run off to call
the authorities?

Just then, Doris came sauntering out of the secret room, walking with the kind
of stride that comes from a feeling of power and confidence, "What's the
matter, professor?"

Hartley looked up from staring at the keys and once again was dumbstruck at
the beautifully muscular woman he had created standing in front of him with
nothing on her other than her panties stretched tightly over her rippling
thighs. "I'm afraid my dear, that we have been discovered. Listen to me
Doris," Hartley switched to a commanding tone, "I want you to find my lab
assistant, Maria Chavez, and kill her. She must not be allowed to tell anyone
what she saw tonight."

Doris calmly placed her hands under Hartley's arms and lifted him easily into
the air in front of her. "Listen, professor," she stared into his frightened
eyes, "you need to know that your mind control stuff wore off right before I
freed myself from your table, so you can drop the 'You will obey me' bit,
okay? I'll take care of your little chicana problem for you but only because
I'm so grateful for what you've done to me. And it'll cost you a little bit
more. Y'see, I've been thinking about some friends of mine that would love to
look as good as I do."

"But .. but ..." Hartley stammered.

"No ... no buts Danny boy," Doris shushed him and then set him down, "that's
how it's going to be. Now you look up the girl's address while I work on
getting some clothes to wear."

Hartley stood still with a worried look on his face. This wasn't turning out
at all like he had imagined. All of his years of hard work going down the
tubes, destroyed by his lack of careful planning.

"Now!" Doris growled at the inert man.

Shocked into action by the obvious threat in the massive woman's voice,
Hartley began searching his desk for Maria's address. Meanwhile, Doris found
her discarded jeans and began ripping the legs off of them. Her strong fingers
had no trouble tearing the thick fabric and in no time she had fashioned a
pair of short-shorts that barely covered her crotch while leaving a goodly
portion of her perfect glutes exposed. Next she took one of Hartley's lab
coats and again modified it to fit her astounding physique. She ripped off the
arms and the lower portion leaving enough to wrap around her huge back and
chest and tied the ends under her bounteous boobs. She didn't bother with
shoes, knowing that her feet were tough enough to walk on spikes and not be
hurt.

In less than a minute she was ready to go and Hartley had found the address.
"Here ... here you go," Hartley tried to hand the paper to Doris. "And hurry,
I don't know how much of a head start she has."

"Hold on, doc," Doris stopped him, "you're coming with me. I don't want to
grab the wrong chiquita." With that she scooped up Hartley in her arms as if
he weighed less than a rag doll and proceeded a large window. With one hand
she opened the window and jumped lightly onto the sill, ducking to fit
through, then launched herself outwards into the night air.

Hartley couldn't believe what his super woman was doing. This was a dream come
true! He was nearly orgasmic with delight as she held him in her mighty arms,
nestled against her bountiful chest. Then his delight turned into pure panic
as she jumped through the window!

But Doris had supreme confidence in her new powers and landed easily on the
grass outside the science building. Without a word or a sound she sprinted off
towards Maria's apartment.

Once she was sure that they had left the lab, Maria finally allowed herself to
let out a soft sob, choking back the tears and the fears. She had come back to
the lab to pick up a book that she had left there when she saw Dr. Hartley
taking an obviously drugged Doris into a storage room. Out of curiousity, she
peaked through the door in time to see him command her to take her clothes off
and then inject her with some other drug.

She had been tempted to burst in at that point, or to run to get security, but
when she saw an oversized version of Hartley's Vita-Ray looming above the
naked woman, she decided to wait to see what was going on. To her shock,
Hartley had strapped the woman to a table and aimed the Vita-Ray at her. She
was even more shocked as she witnessed the incredible growth the woman went
through, even snapping the thick bands that held her down. Maria couldn't
believe how big she had grown, and when she lifted the file cabinet without
any trouble, Maria knew it was time to go get help. But when she pulled away
from the door, her keys caught on the corner of a counter and fell to the
floor, making the noise that attracted Hartley's attention.

Truly afraid for her life now, Maria had ducked inside a utility closet and
quickly and quietly shut the door. Luckily, Hartley had assumed that she had
fled the building. But from her place of hiding, Maria had heard everything
said between them. Now she slowly reached for the handle with shaking hands,
hoping that indeed the doctor and his creation had gone.

Once outside of her utility room haven, Maria was frozen with fear. Should she
go to the police, or run away. Hartley had taken the keys to her apartment
with him, so running wasn't an option. Could she really prove anything to the
police? Hartley would deny everything. She wandered into the secret room where
the table and giant version of the Vita-Ray stood. Then she noticed the half
empty syringe of formula laying on the desk. It was on top of Hartley's notes,
including some of his original calculations of the formula and notes about his
intentions.

As Maria read through the notes quickly, she realized that either he was a
genius or a madman, and maybe a little of both. She picked up the syringe and
looked at the mysterious liquid inside. She knew that what she had overheard
in the lab was true. She knew too much for Hartley to allow her to live. She
knew what she had to do.

Maria was familiar witht he controls for the smaller Vita-Ray in the lab and
Hartley had desinged this larger one to be it's big brother. She punched a
series of codes and commands and the machine began to hum. Then she took the
sryinge, drew in a deep breath, said a quick prayer, and prepared to inject
the formula into her arm.

Meanwhile, Doris had arrived at Maria's apartment building still carrying Dr.
Hartley. He had enjoyed the most thrilling few minutes of his life in the arms
of his beloved creation. His head was spinning with thoughts of ruling an
entire country of pumped up super muscular women, all ready at his beck and
call to fulfill any of his desires and fantasies.

Doris set Hartley down by the door of the building and both entered unnoticed
to look for Maria's apartment. At Maria's door, Hartley knocked and when there
was no response, he began fumbling for the key. Doris, put out by his bumbling
behavior, moved him aside then pushed the door with both hands. With a loud
crash that Hartley was sure would wake the neighbors, the door splintered
inward. Doris stepped through the debris and began to search the apartment.

Back in the Dr. Hartley's lab, Maria had no sooner injected herself when she
felt an incredible burning sensation racing through her body. Every nerve
ending felt like it was on fire. The pain was nearly overwhelming. Maria
struggled to maintain consciousness as she attepmted to climb onto the table
and immerse herself in the Vita-Ray. Finally she crawled on top of the table,
exhausted from her ordeal.

Then the vitamin X began activating the formula throughout her body. Maria
arched her back, not restrained by the thick leather straps that had held
Doris' body through her transformation. Every muscle seemed to be contracted
to the max as the strange energy flowed over her. Every cell seemed to be
sucking up the vitamin as they rapidly expanded, multiplied, then expanded
again.

Maria clenched her teeth as wave after wave of searing pain swept through her
while her body continued its marvelous growth. Through eyes narrowed in pain,
Maria was only able to glimpse what was happening to her. It seemed as if some
unseen force was inflating two large brown balloons inside her shirt. She
still had on the loose t-shirt that she normally wore around her apartment,
but it seemed to be getting tighter by the second. And breathing seemed to be
getting harder by the second as well. Out of despearion, she reached up and
pulled at the t-shirt. To her surprise it offered no resistence and ripped
apart as easily as a spider's web. Exposed fully to the ray, her already much
larger breasts seemed to inflate that much faster until they nearly blocked
her view of the rest of the room

In fact, all of her body seemed to be responding much faster to the Vita-Ray
now. She tensed her muscles once more and could feel herself growing bigger,
fuller than she had ever imagined. Suddenly she heard a loud crack and looking
to her left side saw that she was holding a piece of the table in her hand.
But this table was made of 3 inch thick oak, she thought to herself, who could
have done that? Then she realized that her arm didn't look like her arm
anymore. She held it aloft and studied the huge bulging muscles that filled
out her formerly thin arm. She tightened her fist to see if it really was her
arm and the wood splintered into thousands of tiny slivers and dust.

Maria was still staring at her hand and arm when a final wave of sensations
swept over her, but this time it was the most erotic feeling she had ever
felt. Ever inch of her was alive, on fire, brimming with power, and she felt
like she just might explode with the intense warmth that moved up from her
groin and permeated every fiber of her being.

Finally, all too soon for Maria, the Vita-Ray's program finished and the light
began to fade from the science fiction machine. Maria lay on the table gasping
for breath, almost afraid to move in case she might wake up and find out that
it was all a dream. Slowly she allowed her hands to wander over her body and
discover what had become of herself.

As she tried to touch her legs, her hands were stopped short by something,
something large and hard. She moved her hands up and over the obstacle
exploring what seemed to be bulgy mounds with deeply etched lines between
them. When her hands finally reached the crest of the hard objects and began
to descend, Maria began to understand that these were indeed her thighs now!
In reaction to that realization, she placed her hands on top of her massive
thighs and squeezed, testing their new density and size.

The squeezing of her thighs forced Maria's pecs to inflate in response,
pushing her big tits even higher and obstructing her view of the room even
more. Maria was surprised that the brown balloons in front of her were in
reality her own boobs. Instantly one of her hands reached to explore her
breasts while the other found its way between her huge legs. She began to
stimulate herself, using a strength that could probably crush steel girders.

Suddenly, Maria stopped herself. She needed to take control of the situation.
She had no time for this. In one smooth motion, she sat up and swung herself
off the bench. The floor seemed much closer than before. And as she stood
beside the table she realized that she had indeed grown several inches in
height, perhaps as much as half a foot.

Maria stretched to her new height and flexed her powerful new muscles. Then
she caught sight of herself in Hartley's mirror. Maria was not totally ready
for what she saw looking back at her from the mirror. Fascinated by the vision
of muscular beauty that she had become, she walked slowly toward the mirror as
in a trance. She marvelled at her thighs, pumped so large and thick by the
miraculous formula that they stretched the shorts she was wearing to their
very limit.

But most of all, she was astounded by her naked upper body. Was this the same
torso that she had examined just a few hours ago on her bathroom? Her waist
was tight with muscles that looked like it had been carved out of dark marble.
Her breasts, now easily DD cup, brushed against each other ever so slighty as
they gently swayed from her movements. Even her face was different. Gone was
the roundness in her cheeks and jaw. Now she could see her high cheekbones
accentuating a strong jaw. And her lips were full and ... well, she had to
admit it ... downright sexy!

It all seemed so impossible. And yet when she traced the clear separations
between each abdominal muscle and ran her fingers under and around her big
breasts and shuddered from the electric thrill of the touch, she knew that
this was indeed really her own body. Her arms continued upwards and went into
a double biceps flex, like she had seen bodybuilders do. She gasped in
amazement at the size and shape of her powerful arm.

"Now I'm ready," she said quietly to herself, "ready to take down Hartley and
his muscle bound girlfriend."

"Are you sure? You look like you could use a little more muscle if you want to
take me on."

Maria stared into the mirror as an arm flexed even bigger than her own
appeared behind her. She spun around to face her adversary, shocked that she
had been found out. Doris slapped Maria hard across the face with a quick
backhand, knocking her into the mirror and shattering it. Maria, stunned by
the blow, tried to shake it off, but Doris didn't let up. She came with a
mighty blow to Maria's mid-section that double the latina woman over.

Just then Hartley came huffing and puffing into the room, out of breath from
running up the five flights of stairs. Doris roughly grabbed Maria by the hair
and yanked her back upright. "Look what I found, Professor, just like you
thought," Doris gloated over her prey. "The little bitch did double back on us
and tried to use the formula on herself. But she's nowhere near as big and
strong as I am. Probably 'cause of her inferior wet-back genetics!" With that
Doris began to spin Maria around by her hair. After reaching critical
velocity, she flung the helpless lab assistant at the solid celment wall that
was part of the exterior structure of the building. Maria smashed into the
wall with so much force that small cracks were made in the cement.

"This shouldn't take too long," Doris smiled at Hartley and winked, "then I've
got some plans for some real fun!"

Maria was dazed by the speed and viciousness of the attack. After she smashed
into the wall, she tried desprately to collect her thoughts, get her wits
about her, but she was still too shaken. Before she could muster up a
response, Doris was on top of her again. The blonde peppered her with one
power packed punch after another, all the while moving in closer. Maria did
her best to fend off the blows, but hadn't yet come up with a way to turn the
tables on this female goliath.

"Why .. why are you doing this?" Maria asked through the barrage of fists
pounding on her. "Hartely is crazy! Why are you following his orders?"

Doris paused for a split second to consider her cries for leniency, then
delivered one more crushing blow, knocking Maria to the floor. "You don't get
it do you, chickita? I'm not doing this for Danny boy over there. I want you
dead because you know his secrets. I can control him with just a wink, a
smile, and a flex of my muscles!"

To demonstrate, Doris turned to the spellbound professor, smiled and flexed
her huge arm. Hartley's reaction was as instananeous as it was predictable. He
uncomfortably tried to adjust his pants to make room for his expanding member.
"Weird, ain't it? I knew the moment I saw what he had done to my body and how
he was practically drooling all over me, that this guy had a serious case of
'femuscle' lust. So you see, I could make Dan do just about anything for me."

Doris reached down and once more grabbed Maria's hair, pulling her
effortlessly off the floor. "But you on the other hand," she wrapped one arm
around the beaten woman's throat in a choke hold, "you are the wild card. And
since I can't control you, it's just a whole lot easier to kill you."

Doris tightened the grip on Maria's throat. Her powerful bicep growing harder
and larger with the effort, slowly cutting off Maria's air. Maria clenched her
neck muscles in a desparate attempt to save her life. And as she did so, she
began to realize something. Doris kept on applying more and more pressure, but
it seemed to Maria that she was having no effect at all. In fact, the longer
the squeeze went on, the easier it was for Maria to catch her breath. Doris,
meanwhile, was becoming concerned. She knew that she was applying enough
pressure to shatter a telephone pole, but the little bitch wasn't succumbing.

"What's wrong?" demanded Hartley, beginning to worry a bit himself. "Why don't
you just finish her off?"

"Shut up you idiot!" Doris growled back through clenched teeth as she tried to
increase the pressure to Maria's throat. "Something's ... something's ...
wrong ..."

Calmly, Maria reached up and wrapped her small brown fingers around Doris hot
arm. Even though her hand was not even close to being able to span the
dimensions that Doris' pumped up muscle now had grown to, she began to do some
squeezing of her own. The look on bigger woman's face told the story better
than words could.

First she was amazed at the power she felt in that tiny hand. Then amazement
turned to fear that the smaller woman might be able to break her grip.
Finally, the fear turned to a look of pure pain as Maria's mighty fingers dug
deeply into her tormentor's arm, threatening to crush her super powered muscle
and bone. In a panic, Doris broke free of the smaller woman's vice like grip
and released her. But Maria had caught hold of Doris' wrist. As the two
separated, she cocked back her other arm. Doris noticed that the muscles
bulging out of the smaller woman's arm resembled a dark brown marble more than
mere human flesh and bone.

Maria pulled Doris to her as she unleashed her potent blow. The combination of
forces was enough to completely stun the stunning blond. Doris' knees wobbled
a bit as she reeled from the blow. Then she gave in and collapsed to her
knees, dazed by the attack.

"That," Maria said with a growl in her voice, "was for the crack about my
inferior genes! And this," she followed up with a tremendous upercut that
caught Doris squarely under the chin and launched her through the air towards
the outer wall of the room, "is for trying to kill me!"

Doris slipped into unconsciousness as she slumped against the wall. Maria
turned to a very frightened Dr. Hartley. "And as for you," she said pointing a
finger at her former employer, "it's over. I'm turning you and your wonder
woman over to the police. Are your going to come along peacefully, or do I
need to convince you, too?"

"But ... Maria ... you're ... you're magnificent! So beautiful, so sexy, so
powerful!" Hartley was nearly gushing trying to buy himself some time and
hoping that he could weasle his way out of this. How could everything had gone
so terribly wrong? And how had she defeated his perfect creation? "Why did the
formula work so differently on you than on Doris? I mean ... you're obviously
so much stronger than she is ..." he stepped toward Maria and tried to touch
her fantastic muscles.

Maria reacted with disgust, "I'm warning you, Hartley, you touch me and I'll
rip your arm off. And you kow I can do it!" She turned and walked back to the
slowly waking Doris. "I will tell you this though. I did see you inject Doris
and watched in horror as she grew these monstrous muscles. But I hid in the
closet until you had gone. Once in the lab I knew that I had to use the
formula on myself if I had any chance of stopping you."

Maria hoisted the dazed woman up as easily as picking up a rag doll as she
continued, "But I had seen something in the lab when I was cleaning up that I
didn't record. One of the specimens in that last batch had changed under the
Vita-Ray but I hadn't noticed it at first. I remember thinking that it was
somehow heavier than the rest. I did a quick measurement and found that its
weight had nearly doubled. But since I was in a hurry and you didn't seem
interested, I just thought I could repeat the experiment tommorrow. When I
looked at your notes that you so conveniently left out, I realized that if I
added some of that formula to your 497-BG I could increase my muscle density
effectively multiplying my strength." Maria now held Doris in a full nelson
with her fingers laced behind the larger woman's head.

"Thanks," said Hartley, madly tapping away at a computer keyboard, "that's all
I really needed to know!" In a second, the Vita-Ray machine hummed to life and
the bright light washed over the two entangled women. Immediately, Maria began
to feel a change in Doris' body. It was as if the light was somehow inflating
her muscles. What had taken minutes before was now happening in mere seconds.
But Maria didn't feel any different, she didn't seem to be growing like Doris
was.

"Surprised, my dear little lab assistant?" Hartley gloated, "It's time for you
to go back to class and learn why I'm the professor and you're just a pupil.
You see, I was able to modify the frequency of the Vita-Ray so that it would
only affect the strain of the formula currently in Doris' body."

Doris had indeed been affected. The flood of power and energy roused her. She
felt Maria try to resist her growing strength by tightening her grip. So Doris
held back a little until just the sheer size of her back and shoulders made it
nearly impossible for Maria to hang on. Then in one sudden move she flexed her
entire upper body.

Maria's iron grip was broken by Doris' expanded musculature and she stumbled
backwards, coming to rest against the wall. Doris' make-shift clothes also
gave up trying to contain her even larger physique and burst open from the
flex. But more that just Doris' muscles were growing under the influence of
the ray. Even her bones were lengthening, growing larger and more dense by the
second.

"Doris, listen to me," Hartley was speaking from behind the bright light, a
spectoral voice coming from the shadows, "I have given you the power now. You
must kill Maria."

Doris slowly turned to the small woman, pressed against the wall. Her every
muscle was pumped up and bulging beyond imagination. And she was still
growing. The clothes that had somewhat covered her body were now ripped to
shreds. As she stood there, flexing and relaxing her monstrous muscles, Maria
noticed that even her facial features had changed. Her forehead was growing
thicker and her jaw stuck out further than before. Her face was beginning to
resemble a Neanderthal more than a human. She had grown at least a half foot
taller in the last minute, and her growth was continuing.

Then Doris held up one fist and flexed her huge bicep. Her fist looked to be
the size of Maria's head. Doris pulled her lips back into a horrific snarl of
animalistic glee at the sight of her ballooning bicep, then she lunged at
Maria.

At the last moment, Maria ducked away from the gigantic fist that was zooming
toward her face. Doris crushed a hole right through the thick concrete wall,
scatterring debris on the sidewalk five stories down. She pulled back with an
angry look on her face and punched again.

This time Maria slipped under the attack and rolled away from the monster
while Doris only succeeded in making the first hole even larger. Maria
realized that she could never trade blows with Doris now that she could punch
through concrete walls like they were made out of paper. So she grabbed the
larger woman's ankles and pulled her off her feet. Doris landed with a
tremendous thud, stunned momentarily. Maria pressed her advantage by holding
on to the big woman's ankles and started swinging her around the room.

Doris was caught off guard by Maria's move and reached out for anything to
grab. Maria had effectively negated her great strength by getting her off the
floor. But the smaller woman kept spinning faster and faster. Doris was about
to puke when Maria decided that the velocity was sufficient and launched her
through the hole in the wall that Doris had made seconds before.

As Doris flew free of the building, Maria followed her to the hole in the
wall. She paused with one foot on the broken cement and turned back to
Hartley. "I'll be back," she snarled, and then jumped out of the hole towards
the ground, five stories below.

Joe Hernandez was cruising by the science building in his campus security
vehicle when he got a call on his radio about a possible disturbance inside
the building. He pulled up outside the building and eased himself out of the
car. This was a normally quiet part of the campus, far away from the dorms and
frat houses, so he wasn't expecting any real trouble. But he was always ready
for it. He stretched to his full six foot, five inch height and straightened
his jacket that fit snuggly around his big muscular torso. He had spent four
years as a starting lineman for the college and when he couldn't play pro ball
because of a knee injury, the college had hired him for campus security. He
hadn't lost much of his conditioning in the last few years and prided himself
on his fitness and strength.

But even a seasoned security cop like Hernandez would not have been ready for
what he saw coming down from one of the upper floors of the science building.
He froze in panic as he saw a blonde woman falling from the sky, not like she
had jumped, but rather like she was shot out of the building. And she was
mostly naked. And she looked to be even bigger than he was. Although she was
falling, she didn't scream, but just looked concerned. She missed any of the
trees in the area and landed with a sickening thud on a sidewalk. Joe was
astonished by the amount of damage her body made in the sidewalk. It looked
like a wrecking ball had been dropped on it. He bolted back to the car to call
for an ambulance and maybe some back-up, but by the time he had got the mic in
his hand, he noticed that the woman was beginning to pick herself up. She was
on all fours and seemed to be shaking off the effects of the fall.

Just then, another body came flying out of the sky. It was another naked
woman, not quite as large as the first. As she came down, she landed as hard a
she could on the larger woman's back, driving her into the concrete even
further. Then she began pounding her head and body with tremendously powerful
blows and such ferocity that the other woman could not fight back.

Joe was just about to rush in and try to separate them when he noticed the
smaller woman's incredible musculature. Huge ridges and bulges of hard muscle
covered her body and each punch looked like it was hard enough to tear through
a brick wall. He paused momentarily, not sure of what to do. Then he noticed a
beam of light coming from the hole in the side of the science building that
both women had come through. As the light shone down on the two combatants, it
seemed like the one on the recieving end of the punishing blows was actually
rising from the ground even as the hail of punches increased in intensity and
number.

The Vita-Ray was having exactly the effect that Hartley had hoped for. He had
increased the power and intensity of the ray in hopes that it would continue
to feed Doris' marvelous muscles even from that far away. Then he managed to
bring the contraption to the hole in the side of the building that the women
had created and set it up again. He had only one objective in mind. Well okay,
he was hoping that if he made Doris strong enough, she would be able to
totally crush his pesky lab assistant,but most of all, he hoped that he could
overload Doris with so much energy that she would be killed as well. After her
little demonstation in the lab, he realized that she did indeed have too much
power over him. And the only way for him to deal with her is how he dealt with
all of his other problems: elimination.

Doris felt Maria's blows raining down on her as she lay face down in the
sidewalk. But after a bit, they seemed to grow softer and softer while she
felt increasingly stronger. She lifted herself up to her hands and knees and
took a casual swat at her attacker. Suddenly the pounding stopped. She glanced
to a side and saw Maria flying over a car backwards. Thinking was beginning to
be a hard process for her, but she managed a snarling smile at the sight. She
rose to her feet and swayed for a second. Either the trees and cars had shrunk
or she was a lot taller than before. She looked around, surveying the area,
and saw a small man walking toward her with a gun in his hand.

Joe had never seen anythng like this. First the smaller of the two women was
basically launched over 30 yards over his head by what looked to be a soft
backhand slap. Then the other woman seemed to be growing right in front of his
eyes. He reckoned that she was nearly eight feet tall and covered with so much
muscle that it would be hard to classify her as still human. Her arms were at
least as big around as his waist. They hung down and at an angle from
shoulders as big as basketballs. Her face was beginning to show the signs of
rapid bone growth as well. Her eyebrows and jaw were distended in an unnatural
way. When she smiled her jaw had grown too big for her teeth leaving large
gaps between them. Her breasts had grown condsiderably as well, but instead of
well supported, firm mounds, they were sagging down like sacks of pudding. Her
mid section was so thick with muscle that it was hard to tell where her torso
stopped and her legs began. Overall, she was turning into more monster than
human.

Doris looked at the little man and sized him up. She reached out quickly and
snatched the gun from his hands. She smiled at him again as she crushed the
hardened gun metal in her hand like she was crushing a piece of paper. Then
tossing the mangled gun over her shoulder, she reached out to grab Joe.

But Joe wasn't there. He stumbled and ran back to his car. He needed to call
for some back-up and quick! As Joe opened the car door, Doris was right there.
She took the door and ripped it off the car like ripping a piece of aluminum
foil in two. She scrunched it like she had the gun, just to feel her
superhuman muscles work again. Then she grabbed the car and with one smooth
motion, lifted it high above her head.

She brought the car down hard, intending to squash Joe like a bug, but in a
flash he was gone. The tires exploded with the impact and the body crumpled.
Thirty yards away from the point of impact, Maria slowed down and set Joe on
his feet. From where she landed she watched the encounter and realized that
Doris was going to kill the man. Using her powerful legs, she rescued the big
man from certain death.

Joe was speechless. He stood there in stunned silence staring at the beautiful
woman who had saved his life. Her chocolate skin glowed with power. Her face
was gorgeous. Her muscular body was outrageous but still wonderfully feminine
with the most incredible tits, full and firm, at least a DD cup if not more.

Then she spoke. "Get everyone far away from this area," she commanded as she
started back towads the monster woman, "I'll try to handle her."

"Wait a second, "Joe stopped her. He quickly removed his jacket and handed it
to Maria, "You might want to put something on, seeing how you're ... you know
... umm ... naked and all."

Maria took the extra large jacket from Joe and put it on with a shy smile. She
hadn't even had time to realize that all of her clothes had been ripped off.
Her arms fit snuggly in the sleeves but she had trouble zipping it up because
of the size of her back and chest. She left it partially unzipped, exposing a
goodly portion of her awe inspiring cleavage.

"Uh ... thanks ...umm," she looked down at the jacket for the kind man's name.

"Joe," he practically blurted out with over enthusiasm, "Joe Hernandez. And
... and you can keep the jacket ... it looks better on you than, you know, on
me."

"Yeah, well, thanks again Joe," Maria said with another shy smile. If she
wasn't in a battle for her life, she might have time to think about how cute
this hunky guy was. "I ... I better, you know, get back over there, before she
... you know, destroys the whole town and all." With that she started off
again.

"Wait!" Joe called out desperately, "What's your name?"

"Maria!" the muscular Latina yelled over her shoulder as she raced off.

Maria struggled to get her head back into the fight and block out thoughts of
Joe. She had noticed that it seemed that Hartley was trying to pump Doris'
body full of his Vitamin X. Didn't he realize that it was turning her into
even more of a monster, not the beautiful muscle woman that he wanted so
badly? Didn't he see that she was about to ... Then it hit her like a ton of
bricks.

Maria stopped several yards away from Doris who was looking rather shaken.
"Doris, listen to me!" Maria called out. Doris responded by picking up the car
again and swinging it menacingly at the smaller woman. "Doris, stop!" Maria
yelled as she dodged the Dodge. Finally she managed to grab ahold of the other
side of the car and pushed it down, struggling with all of her magnificent
strength to hold Doris' weapon still. "Look, Doris! Look at what Hartley is
doing to you!"

Finally Maria's pleas sunk into Doris' confused brain. She paused her stuggle
long enough to look at her reflection in one of the windows that hadn't been
shattered. She recoiled in disgust at the monster looking back at her.

"Hartley is the one doing this to you," Maria continued, still trying to keep
the car between her and her attacker. "Hartley is trying to overload your body
and kill you!"

Doris looked down at her swollen body and somewhere in her addled brain
realized that she was getting too big. Her muscles were practically tearing
through skin that could be stretched no further. She looked back up to the
science building. Hartley was still standing in the hole in the wall, aiming
his ray at her. She tilted her head back and let out a vicious roar that shook
the windows of the building in the area.

"Hartley!!" she yelled, trying to shield her eyes from the light, "Stop!!!"
But the ray continued. In frustration, she picked up the car like it was a toy
and threw it at the building. She miscalculated her strength and the car flew
over the seven story and off into the night. A distant crash was heard as it
finally fell to earth.

Maria cautiously stepped toward the agonizing amazon. "Listen to me Doris,"
she spoke loudly over the woman's groans, "Hartley is trying to cook you like
in a microwave! Come with me and we'll try to ..."

She never finished her sentence. Even before Maria could react, Doris lashed
out at her with her big fist. She connected squarely on Maria's jaw and sent
her flying towards the front door of the Science building. Maria flew like a
missile towards a pillar that held up part of the cover over the entry. Her
body took out the support and the whole structure came crashing down on top of
her.

Doris turned again to her tormentor, her muscle growth so out of control that
her quadriceps now were beginning to actually rip through her skin. With two
bounding leaps she covered the distance from the street to the side of the
building under Hartley. Then, with one mighty leap, she launched herself at
the hole in the side of the building, directly at Hartley and the machine.

Joe had stopped herding students and onlookers away from the scene just long
enough to see Maria fly into the pillar. His big heart sank as he watched the
most perfect woman he had ever seen disappear in a crush of concrete, glass,
and dust. He rushed to the site of the demolition. Out of the corner of his
eye he saw the monstrously strong woman seemingly fly into the building, right
towards the source of the strange light.

Joe was not a little man, he was always one of the strongest players on his
football teams. Even still, as he madly tore at the mound of rubble, he was
only able to make a small dent in the wreckage. As he feverishly moved one
large chuck of concrete after another, he heard a high pitch whine coming from
the hole that the muscle monster had jumped thorugh followed by an incredible
explosion that shook most of the windows in the area and even cracked a few.

As fire burst out of the building, Joe was shaken to his senses. He realized
he still had a radio attached to his belt. "I need help," he frantically
yelled into the radio, "get whatever you can down here! We've got a fire in
the science building and we've got at least one person trapped inside! We're
gonna need some cranes and back-hoes to clear ..."

He stopped short as he saw the entire mound of debris begin to shift and then
started to rise. Slowly, teetering, at first, then smoothly rising as if being
lifted by the hand of God. But instead it was Maria, bearing the entire
weight, nearly ten tons, on her back. As she rose from her knees to her feet,
she glanced around quickly. Suddenly she caught sight of Joe standing nearby.

"Joe," she gasped as she supported one massive piece of the building, "here
... help get these students ... out."

When she saw that Joe hesitated at first, the tone of her voice changed into a
command, "Now mister! Holding this thing up isn't as easy as I make it look!"

Joe bolted into action, scrambling over the pile of debris. He found three
students who were aparently trying to escape the building when they got caught
in the crash. As he helped them to safety, Maria started changing her grip
until she was holding the large chunk of concrete above her head with both
hands. She squatted slightly, then with a small grunt, heaved the object up
onto its side. The massive piece of concrete teetered for a second, then fell
away from Maria and out of harm's way. Finally clear of the destruction, she
shakily made her way to Joe.

"Where ... where is the other woman?" Maria asked, trying to catch her breath.

Joe pointed to the fire, "She flew into the building, next thing I know, that
whole side of the building's exploding."

"I've got to go in there and find them," Maraia said as she turned to try to
enter the building over the pile of the wreckage.

"Maria," Joe caught her by the arm, instantly impressed by the size of the arm
he was holding, "wait, it's too dangerous right now. This whole place could go
up."

Maria broke Joe's hold by flexing her huge bicep. "Thanks for your concern,
Joe, but I've got to try to save those people if I can. I'm a big girl now, I
can take care of myself." With that, she ran off into the burning building.

All Joe could do was stand there, thinking to himself that she was indeed a
big girl now, and hoping that he wouldn't lose his dream girl again. Then the
fire trucks arrived and he got busy directing traffic and keeping the crowd
back. Suddenly, as the firefighters were beginning to hose down the outside of
the building, another even larger explosion ripped through the entire fifth
floor. The big guy choked back a shocked gasp. He knew that Maria, the woman
that had just saved his life, the beautiful, powerful woman that he wanted to
spend the rest of his life with, was on that floor. And the feeling down deep
in his gut was that no one, not even Maria, could have survived that blast.

[Two years later]

Joe Hernandez casually walked into the Tan-n-Toned Spa. It was THE gym for the
elite of the elite in Hollywood. He was carrying rolled up blueprints under
his arm. As he reached up to remove his sunglasses, several customers in the
'women only' establishment turned and took a good long look at the only man in
the building. And for good reason. In the last two years, Joe's physique had
improved to levels he never thought possible. He added twenty pounds of solid
muscle while dropping his body fat below ten percent for the first time in his
life. The t-shirt he was wearing fit snuggly over his powerful upper body. He
smiled broadly as he moved through the building toward the office in the back,
greeting some of his admirers along the way.

Joe could never quite get over this sight no matter how many times he saw it.
Several groups of women were gathered at various machines and benches,
talking, gossipping, laughing, and working out. Every woman was in fantastic
shape, some looked like fitness competitors with well toned muscles, others
with physiques that looked more like a bodybuilder. All of the women had deep
tans or naturally dark skin and most had large to very large breasts. It would
have looked to an outsider like they had stumbled into a photo shoot for a
strange combination of Muscle Mag and Playboy.

"Good morning, Mr. Hernandez," said a perky girl with strawberry blond hair.
She had a leotard that clung to her thick muscles and big boobs like a second
skin.

Joe smiled at the girl, "How's it going today, Debi?"

"Just great, right Mrs. Preston?" She turned to woman working on shoulder
raises.

"Aghh ... she's worse than a drill sargeant, Joe!" Mrs. Preston cried out as
she finished her last reps. "But I gotta admit," she continued as she dropped
the two 60 lb. dumbbells, "no one can push me like Debi does." To emphasize
her point, she arched her back and drew her hands into a double biceps pose,
showing off her fantastic development.

"Looking good, Alyssa," Joe complimented her as he continued on, "keep up the
good work."

As Joe neared the back of the gym, he saw two women working on the bech press.
One stood by and spotted while the other lifted. The spotter was calling out
the reps and then made sure the bar was racked cleanly after ten reps. Joe
quickly counted up the plates as he approached. The woman had just benched 385
for ten easy reps. As she got up from the bench, she spotted Joe. She draped a
towel around her neck and over her generous bosom and stepped in front of him
to engage him. She was dressed to impress in a pair of skimpy running shorts
and hot pink sports bra. Wide shoulders narrowed suddenly to a tight waist
then flared out quickly to rock solid quads that were nearly the size of her
waist. She was probably over fifty years old, but she looked more like a
twenty-five year old bodybuilder.

"Hey there handsome, where've you been hiding yourself lately?"

"Umm ... hello Mrs. Robinson," Joes said, obviously uncomfortable, "not
hiding, just working hard on the new club. Say, that's a lot of weight you're
pushing there," Joe said, trying to change the subject.

They both looked back to the bench where Mrs. Robinson's partner was lifting
the bar and pressing it up and down smoothly. "Not really," the sexy older
woman responded, "We're just warming up. Janice and I are going to work up to
475 today. You know Joe, that does sound like a lot of weight, but since I
joined this club a year ago, it seems that I'm getting stronger every day.
What do you think?" She puffed out her huge chest and raised one arm in a
biceps flex, smiling at her large muscles, obviously pleased with her new
look. Then cocked her head back to Joe to see his reaction.

Joe took the opportunity to step past the woman and open the door to the
office, "Looking absolutely awesome, Mrs. Robinson, but really I better be
going." Without waiting for a response, Joe ducked into the office, closed the
door behind him and shook his head in amazement. "Madre de Dios," he whispered
to himself, "what have we turned loose on this poor city?'

He set the blueprints on the desk and smiled as he looked at the coat rack on
one side of the well-appointed room. An old tattered jacket hung there. His
old jacket from his campus security days. Just then a gorgeous Mexican woman
walked through a private door on the other side of the office. She saw Joe
standing there and nearly jumped into his arms. Even after all this time of
being married and partners in this business, she still loved to have his arms
around her. Even though she was hundreds of times stronger than he was, she
loved being held against his chest.

The jacket brought Joe back to thoughts of that night years ago when they met
and she had saved his life and all he could give her was his jacket to cover
herself with. Then he thought he lost her in the explosion only to have his
heart leap as he watched her emerge from the burning building carrying a
smoking file cabinet. Since then, they had married and gone into business
together and utilizing the knowledge she had gained of Hartley's formulas and
designs, had set up the most incredible gym for women. They even had worked
out a way to incorporate the Vita-Ray into their tanning beds, so the women
wouldn't even be aware of what was happening to them. It was their own crusade
to empower women, to make them more equal to men.

"Are these the new plans?" Maria asked finally releasing her husband from her
loving embrace. She started to unroll them on the large desk. "Hey Joe, take a
look at this display case for our new lobby."

Joe studied the row of tubes and bottles. They seemed like any ordinary
selection of tanning agents. But these bore the 'Doc's Body Creme' label.
"They're the latest innovation from our research team," Maria went on as she
looked up from the desk and pushed a loose strand of hair over her ear. Joe
smiled as he watched the sleeve of her blouse fill up with her incredibly
powerful bicep. He also smiled at her comment about the research team. The
team consisted of herself and a friend from her graduate studies days.

"So each one of these contains a variation of Hartley's Formula #497?" Joe
asked as he read one of the labels.

"Yeah, some are for big boobs, some are for bulking up. We were able to create
a topical formula that would deliver the dosage over a period of ten tanning
sessions. Just gives us a little more control on the growth rate than what we
had with the power drinks we've been using." Maria was lost in her examination
of the new club plans as she explained the concept to Joe. Suddenly, her
thoughts were transported back to that fateful night two years ago when she
faced down the montrous Doris. She had raced back into the building hoping to
save both of them, but when she got to the lab, she only found the mangled
remains of what she assumed was Dan Hartley violently driven into the
Vita-Ray's power supply. There had been no sign of Doris after the initial
explosion. And Maria was lucky enough to escape with her life and Hartley's
fire-proof file cabinet before the rest of the building went up in flames.

"That would be a good thing, my love." Joe replied as he replaced the bottle
of tanning lotion, "I was just accosted by Mrs. Robinson again. If she gets
too much stronger, I may have to have Debi escort me through the club as my
bodyguard."

"Hmmm, I see what you mean," Maria said as she looked out into the club
through a two-way mirror and watched Mrs. Robinson bench pressing a bar loaded
with 45 pound plates. "We'll cut back on the amount of Viatmin X she's getting
during her tanning sessions."

"Say" Joe said scooping Maria back into his arms and snuggling her closely,
"do you think I could take my favorite girl out to lunch?"

"Do you think we can make it past Mrs. Robinson?"

"Let's slip out the back way!"

[several hours later and elsewhere .....]

A large figure moves unsteadily through the darkness of an empty warehouse.
For two years, she has hidden in the shadows, healing, waiting, seething with
thoughts of revenge. Soon, she thinks as she rubs the scars on her legs and
arms, soon I will find that little Mexican bitch who did this to me. But right
now, she is hungry and must venture out into the night to feed again.

The End?

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