A Life Less Ordinary
by the Power Company
Tables are turned and corners are turned in an ordinary woman's life.


Jack Stallings was a large man. Six foot three inches, 220 pounds of solid
beef. He was 30 years old, made a better than average living selling
insurance, house in the suburbs, wife, no kids, shelf full of trophies from
high school and college football, but the current joy in his life was his 1989
Corvette. The vette could open up and do 120 mph easily. But usually he drove
slowly and cautiously around his little town. He loved the stares of the
ladies as he cruised down the main streets, and he knew that most of the men
in town were jealous of him. This day, however, he was driving a bit faster as
he pulled his beloved car into his driveway and hit the button for the garage
door to open. He stepped on the gas a little too much and revved the
engine as he pulled into the garage.

Inside the house, his wife's heart jumped when she heard the automatic garage
door open and the roar of the Corvette. She had been dreading this day for
months, and now it was here. Her name was Bonnie, and she really didn't fit in
well with all the trophies on the shelf she had just dusted. Bonnie was
anything but a trophy wife. She was more than a foot shorter than her husband
and had mousy blond hair. In fact, mousy was a pretty good description of her
completely. She was shy and quiet. Very intelligent, but satisfied to just be
a homemaker.

Jack's first wife had been the real trophy. Tall, blonde, more than
voluptuous, she had been a cheerleader in college and had married Jack before
graduating, ready to follow him to a major NFL team in a big city. But when he
was cut in his rookie year and they moved back to his little hometown in
Arkansas, she left him for the bright lights and the good life in the city.
Bonnie may not have been a beauty, but she was always there, and always
had dinner ready for him when he got home.

But tonight was going to be special! Instead of another one of Bonnie's bland
meals, maybe he would even take her out for dinner and dancing. Jack hummed
quietly to himself as he parked his prize possession and picked up a small box
on the passenger seat. The box had postmarks from a far away country. He
nestled it in his big arm as he walked quickly into the house and headed down
a half flight of stairs to his workroom below the garage.

Actually, the workroom was more like a private sanctuary. It included a
workbench with plenty of tools neatly arranged and several tables with room
for various projects. He also had a large screen TV and some couches where he
and his friends would gather for football parties. On the other side of the
room was a complete weight set including a squat rack and a Smith machine.
Jack was fanatical about working out and spent an hour each day keeping
his body in top condition.

Jack gently placed the package on his workbench and carefully opened it. With
trembling hands he lifted a small glass vessel from the box and examined it.
This was going to be the answer to all of his problems. The glass was dark,
but he could see the liquid inside. There wasn't a whole lot of it,
considering how much he paid for it and how long it took to arrive, but on the
other hand, if it worked like he was told it would, he wouldn't need very
much. He slowly removed the cork from the bottle and smelled the contents. It
was odorless and colorless, just as he was told. Damn, it looked a lot of
water, he thought. If he had been stiffed, someone was going to pay big time!

Meanwhile up in the main part of the house, Bonnie was preparing herself for
the next few minutes, minutes she knew that could mean the difference between
life and death. After assembling everything she needed, she straightened out
her apron and walked with measured steps toward Jack's sanctuary. Her
heart was beating wildly as she paused at the top of the stairs to compose
herself. She gathered up every ounce of courage she had and forced her heart
to slow down while she stepped into the workroom.

"Sorry to bother you, Jack," she started, but never got the rest of the
sentence out.

Jack spun around startled and nearly dropped the precious bottle. His surprise

quickly turned into fury. "What the hell are you doin' down here!!" he
bellowed at the top of his lungs. "I told you to never come down here unless
it's an emergency, you stupid bitch!" He roughly set the bottle down on the
counter and stormed over to where she was cowering in the doorway. His right
hand flashed upward and struck Bonnie's cheek sending her sprawling into the
room, knocking over furniture as she collapsed to the floor. "Do we need to go
through this again? This is MY ROOM!! And you only come in when invited!" His
face became red with rage.

Bonnie tried to control her sobbing as she attempted to explain her presence,
"I'm ... I'm sorry ... I ... just ... there's someone ... a woman ... at the
door ... for you ..." her voice trailed off as she raised her hands to protect
herself from another blow.

Jack straightened up and brushed his hair back in place. "Oh, why didn't you
say so in the first place?" He quickly walked back to the counter and pulled a
set of keys from his pocket. Then he took the precious bottle and locked it in
a small cabinet. On his way out of the room, he looked back at his still
weeping wife, "Pull yourself together, Bonnie, my god, I barely touched you.
And whatever you're cooking, forget it. We're gonna eat out tonight. Yessir,
it's gonna be a real party night tonight."

Jack trudged up the stairs wondering who would be calling on him at home. It
took a while for him to walk to the front door. When he got there, the door
was open, but he couldn't see anyone there. He wandered out to the front yard
and looked up and down the street, but still saw no one. Finally, he went
back inside and checked the front room. Satisfied that there was nobody there,
and starting to get really mad again for having been interrupted, he headed
back for the basement.

Bonnie had waited until she could hear his heavy footsteps climb the stairs.
Then she jumped to her feet while reaching for her own set of keys. Quickly
she unlocked the small cabinet and retrieved the dark bottle. With smooth
movements that belied her nervous state, she poured the contents of the bottle
into several small containers, sealed each of them, and replaced the potion
with bottled water. She left one container on the counter while she slid the
empty water bottle and the other containers back into her apron. She shook the
remaining vial as if mixing some chemicals. Then she opened the vial and
quickly swallowed the contents.

As she heard Jack slam the door upstairs, she saw that the bottle was still on
the counter. She nearly dropped it as her hands began to shake
uncontrollably. Was this the potion working, or her nerves getting the better
of her? As she finished locking the bottle away, she heard Jack coming down
the stairs. She nearly jumped back across the room to where she had been lying
and pretended to softly sob. As Jack walked in she was slowly rising and
picking up an overturned table.

"What the fuck is going on?" Jack yelled as he entered his workroom. "There
wasn't nobody at the door or anywhere!"

Bonnie resumed her cowering stance to beg forgiveness, "I'm ... sorry ....
Jack. I'll just ... leave now."

"No," Jack flatly stated as he placed his massive frame between Bonnie and the
door, "I think your gonna stay right here." He slammed the door shut to
emphasize his point. "You need to be reminded of who's in charge around here."
With that he roughly pushed her against the wall. Bonnie smashed into the wall
and sank to the floor in pain. She fought to catch a breath after the blow
knocked the air out of her.

"Now just sit there for a second, honey, I got something I'm just dying to
show you," Jack gloated as he stepped over to the cabinet. He took out his
keys and opened the cabinet. Then he took the bottle out, opened it and
quickly drank the entire contents. He had a strange look on his face, like he
was expecting the potion to taste like something other than water. Again the
thought crossed his mind that he had spent a small fortune on some fake magic
potion.

Nonetheless, believing that something would happen soon, Jack approached the
weight bench. An olympic bar with four big plates on each side rested on the
rack of the bench. Jack stretched his arms back and flexed his upper body.

"D'ya know how much weight there is here?" he asked Bonnie, not really
expecting a reply, "Four hundred and five pounds. Not many men can even bench
that, and I can only do it once or twice. But now check this out..." His voice
trailed off as he stood behind the bench and grasped the bar with an
underhand grip. "Now I should be able ..." Jack struggled to lift the heavy
bar with his arms, "... should be able to .... to curl ..." His face grew
redder and redder as he put every ounce of strength he had into the lift. But
try as he might, he couldn't even budge the bar.

Suddenly he felt Bonnie's arms on either side of him, her small hands holding
the bar beside his own. Her breasts pressed against his back, as the bar
seemed to rise off the rack of its own accord. It kept rising until it was
held firmly against his big chest.

"You mean like this?" Bonnie whispered behind Jack. Then for good measure,
she pressed the bar deeper into his chest until it was beginning to become
hard for Jack to breathe.

Jack's head was swimming. How could this be happening? He quickly reversed his
grip on the bar and began frantically pushing against it. Finally he managed
to thrust the weight away from him and spun towards his wife while he gasped
for air. The heavy bar fell to the floor with a loud crash as it tore into
the indoor-outdoor carpeting. Jack stood in stunned silence trying to
comprehend what had just happened. As the realization of what his tiny wife
had just done sunk in, his amazement was replaced with rage.

"You stupid bitch!" he screamed, as he cocked his hand to backhand his wife,
"You wasted all of my magic potion!" He swung his meaty hand towards Bonnie's
face, but she anticipated the swing and ducked under it.

Bonnie was flush with a feeling of power and confidence from lifting the
massive weight. She knew that she wasn't going to be Jack's punching bag
anymore.

In fact, maybe it was high time that he was on the receiving end once. She
came up with a sharp jab to his mid-section. However, Bonnie had
underestimated how much stronger she had become in just the last minute and
the punch intended to slow Jack down nearly went all the way through him. Jack
immediately doubled over as all of the air was knocked out of him by his
wife's dainty hand.

Bonnie followed up her jab with a roundhouse to Jack's chin. Again, her new
found strength surprised her as Jack's body was spun around and lifted off the
floor. Somehow, Jack landed on his feet but his head was still spinning
inside. He dropped to his knees trying desperately to retain consciousness.
Finally, the blackness won out and Jack collapsed onto the indoor-outdoor
carpeting.

Bonnie stood over her unconscious husband with one foot on his body while she
flexed one bicep and felt its steely hardness with the other hand. The
powerful muscle nearly filled her sleeve. "Gee, Jack I don't think that I
would agree with you. I don't think that I wasted your magic potion at all!"

After what seemed like just a few seconds, Jack slowly woke up. He realized
that he was stretched out on his back. He tried to open his mouth and found
that it had been taped shut. He went to move his hands and found them taped to
a barbell that was lying across his throat. He couldn't move his feet
either. He lifted his head as high as he could and discovered that he had no
clothes on and his feet were duct-taped to the uprights of his Smith machine.
He tried to lift the bar off his neck, but it was much too heavy for him to
push it up high enough for him to slip his head out from under it. He rolled
it up to his thick chest, but again he couldn't gain any leverage on the
weight.

Jack heard the moans and gasps of a woman in ecstasy and saw movement out of
the corner of his eye. He strained to look at the sofa he had in front of the
TV and saw Bonnie's head rise above the back. Her mouth was open as she arched
her back. She was frozen for just a second before she let out an uninhibited
cry of pleasure, and slipped back down onto the couch. He watched as she
slowly turned on the sofa to face him.

"Oh good, you're finally awake," she said as she rose from the couch. She was
still wearing the same blouse that she wore quite often when she did chores
around the house, but it looked like it was fitting her differently, maybe
stretched a little tighter than usual. The skirt that she was wearing before
was gone as were her nylons and panties. Jack couldn't tell if it was just the
angle that he was looking at her bare legs, but they seemed to be quite a bit
larger and more muscular than he had ever seen them. She was holding a mangled
object in her hands. As she approached the restrained man, she dropped the
object into a trashcan.

"Alas poor dildo," Bonnie said in an English accent as she closed the lid on
the trashcan, "you have served me well." Then changing back to her usual voice
and turning to Jack with a hungry look on her face, she purred, "But it's
nothin' like the real thing, baby!"

Bonnie got down on all fours and approached Jack between his legs like a wild
cat approaching its prey. Jack could see the muscles in her shoulders even
through the thin fabric of her blouse. They were powerfully bunching and
flexing as she came closer to him. She began licking and kissing his
flaccid cock, stirring it to life.

"C'mon Jack, don't let me down now, not when I really need you," she whispered
as she coaxed his member fuller and fuller.

Jack's mind raced as he tried to figure out what was going on and how his
perfect plan could have turned out so badly. He was doing all he could not to
respond to Bonnie's tongue and lips, but his resolve was slowly eroding.
Bonnie began to tease the tip of his rising penis with her nipples, which were
extending prominently under the material of the blouse, encouraging its rapid
growth. Jack looked down as best he could over the bar to marvel at Bonnie's
tits. They seemed somehow larger than the last time he really looked at them.
That thought just sped up the process of his engorgement as he realized that
Bonnie's small breasts had suddenly grown to the size of grapefruits. Rather
firm grapefruits at that, he thought as his whole focus now became centered on
his raging hard-on.

"Mmmmm ... I knew you couldn't keep a good man down," Bonnie purred as she
licked her lips and began to straddle her husband's large rod. She slowly
eased herself down on the shaft, pausing once or twice to catch her breath.
Suddenly her whole body seemed to tense, as she thrust herself down fully.

Jack couldn't believe what he saw. Her shoulders and arms seemed to never
relax from her flex. Even after she let out a contented sigh and began
grinding again with her hips, her blouse looked like it was stretched even
tighter across her shoulders and chest. Bonnie smiled when she saw the look of
confusion cross her befuddled husband's face.

"Poor Jack," Bonnie, said as she continued slowly humping the bound man, "you
really don't understand, do you? You really should have done a little more
research into that magic potion you ordered. Yes, of course I found out about
it," Bonnie said in reply to his questioning look, "don't you think I would
notice when $50,000 is gone from your business account. It was easy enough
to trace where the money went and for what. But you should have read more, you
would have found out a lot about the stuff. Like that there was enough for a
couple of people, not ... just ... one ... dose!" With that all her muscles
tensed again like before as Bonnie orgasmed, and like before her body seemed
to grow a little bit more. One button of her blouse was about to pop off as
her breasts struggled to free themselves. But this time, she used her powerful
love muscles to clamp down on the base of Jack's shaft, stopping him from
releasing the flood of jism he felt building inside.

"Whoa, they seem to be coming a little faster and a whole lot stronger now,"
Bonnie said as she slowly relaxed her grip on Jack's cock and started
rhythmically pumping again. "Incredible, aren't they?" she asked Jack as she
noticed him staring at her growing chest. "I went to the same web site that
you found and I discovered another potion that would compliment yours. Now
every time that I come, I'm increasing my strength and size." She sat upright
and bounced heartily up and down while she grabbed her tits and rubbed them
roughly, "Even ... my ... boobs ... are ... are ...aahhhhh!!"

In her ecstasy, she ripped open her blouse and continued to shred it until it
fell off her in pieces. Again she clamped down on Jack's pole, stopping him
once more.

"Sorry, honey," Bonnie said, a little out of breath, "but I can't let you come
just yet. You gotta hold on just a little bit longer." She again resumed her
rhythm, this time leaning over Jack's head, her expanding boobs nearly
brushing his face. "As I was saying, every time I come, I get a little bit
bigger and a whole lot stronger. Here let me show you." With that she tore the
duct tape off, freeing his left hand. She curled her right arm up and flexed
hard, "Here, feel this."

Jack stared dumbfounded at the muscle in his wife's arm. It looked huge and
hard, easily the biggest bicep he had seen on a woman. Not that biceps on
women was something that he was interested in normally. He had always thought
that muscles on women were just to help lift their breasts higher or to help
them do house chores. Sure he had seen pictures of female bodybuilders, but he
thought of them as little more than freaks of nature. Muscle belonged on men.

That's why the sight of this big muscle on his wife's arm was so strange. The
pleasure center in his brain was having trouble putting this all together. He
was repulsed at the thought that she was so much stronger than he was and yet
he was experiencing such intense pleasure at the same time.

"I said feel it." Bonnie's request had turned into a command. Jack remembered
the power in her punch earlier. His hand reached shakily for the hardened
muscle.

Jack couldn't believe what his hand told him was real. Bonnie's skin was soft
and warm, but the muscle felt hard as steel. As his wife kept her rhythmic
pumping going, his hand traced over and over the massive muscle, marveling
at its size, exploring its firmness. Jack had never felt like this before. His
entire body was practically screaming in ecstatic pleasure and the cause of
this pleasure was his magnificently muscled, unbelievably powerful wife. The
effect was exactly what Bonnie had hoped for. Forever more, Jack would
mentally link images of strong, powerful female muscle with feelings of
intense pleasure.

As Bonnie neared her next orgasm, the size of her bicep seemed to increase in
Jack's hand, spreading his fingers even father apart. She was squeezing
everything she had into this one and her muscles were all responding in kind.
This only drove Jack closer and closer to his own eruption and not even Bonnie
was going to stop it this time.

Both partners began humping furiously, each lost in their own world of lust
and ecstasy. Unknowingly, Jack kept rubbing Bonnie's growing bicep, as he
tried as much as his restraints would let him to thrust deeper and deeper
into his super wife. Bonnie was oblivious to Jack's hand or anything else
except his rock hard cock that was pushing her closer and closer to the edge
of madness. With every thrust, she felt her muscles growing bigger and bigger
until it seemed she would explode.

Suddenly, as if by some unseen or unheard cue, their movements slowed down and
intensified. Jack could stand it no longer. His whole body began shaking with
his last thrusts and then he exploded inside his wife. Through narrowed eyes,
he watched as the muscles across Bonnie's chest rippled and swelled, her back
muscles flared out wide and thick on either side of her magnificent tits, and
the muscles in her shoulders and arms bulged out like twin mountain ranges.

Bonnie followed almost immediately with her own shuddering orgasm. Jack's body
went limp as he desperately tried to suck enough air through his nose to
recover. He finally released Bonnie's arm and tore the tape off his mouth. He
was so out of breath he couldn't say a word. Not that he would know what
to say to a woman who had stolen his magic strength and then used it to
practically rape him. And not that he particularly minded being treated as he
had been; it's just that it didn't seem right that she was so strong. But she
was also so incredibly sexy at the same time. That last thought caused him to
reach out to Bonnie's bulbous breast to cup her marvelous mammary in his hand,
to feel again its warmth and fullness.

Bonnie's eyes shot open at the rough grab and she caught hold of Jack's wrist
and easily removed his hand from her breast. She smiled and said, "Don't start
something that you can't finish, lover. Doing something like that could get me
all excited again and I can tell right away that 'wee willie winkie' down
there is headed off to sleepy-bye land. Besides," Bonnie added as she gripped
the barbell with one hand, "I think I've gotten big and strong enough, don't
you agree?" She lifted the bar up from Jack's neck smoothly and easily for
several quick repetitions.

Jack's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he watched his wife's arm bulge
to proportions that he previously assumed could only be found on a man. Her
bicep was almost as large as his own. But the weight she was lifting so easily
was beyond belief!

"You ... you must have ... doubled your strength!" Jack whispered in
disbelief.

"Not really, sweetheart," Bonnie said as she lay the bar back down over Jack's
neck. "See, I added another two plates on each side to make sure that you
couldn't lift it."

Jack realized that the bar she had just lifted with one hand now weighed
nearly 600 pounds. He felt a stirring in his loins as his cock tried in vain
to respond to this image of feminine power that straddled him.

Bonnie felt it too. "Mmmm ... I can 'see' that you have a new appreciation for
strong women, eh?" Bonnie playfully ground her private parts into Jack's limp
dick, knowing that he wouldn't be able to respond îlike he would like to.
"Well, we'll have lots of time later to explore that subject, won't we Jack?
Right now, I'm going upstairs to shower and then I've got to go shopping." She
knelt upright and hit a double biceps pose, "Cause I don't think any of my
clothes are going to fit me very well anymore."

"But .. but what about ... me?"

Bonnie ran a finger down Jack's cheek and around his lips. "Mmmmm ... I've got
big plans for you, lover! But for right now, just lay here and take a nap.
I'll be back in a couple of hours." She stood up, her muscular legs on either
side of her naked husband. Jack couldn't believe the view of her rippling
quads and bulging calves as she stepped over him and sauntered toward the
door. She reached into the pocket on her apron that she had thrown on the
floor by the door and retrieved a small vial of clear liquid. Then she stepped
over to the workbench, just out of Jack's reach and placed it there within
Jack's eyesight.

"Remember that I told you that there was more than just one dose of the magic
potion in the bottle?" Bonnie said as she headed for the door again. Jack's
eyes widened in anticipation of what she had in mind. "If you're a good boy
and take your nap, I'll give you some too." Bonnie gathered up her torn and
discarded clothes. She stopped once more at the door and turned back to Jack,
"I understand from my research that this potion, besides multiplying your
strength, does something rather 'special' for other body parts, too! But get
some rest now, sweetie, we've got a big night ahead of us!"

As Bonnie closed the door and headed upstairs, Jack reached as far as he could
towards the vial. But try as he might, he wasn't even close. He reached over
and untaped his other hand and tried again. But it was still beyond his reach.
And the weight above his neck was so heavy, he could barely even roll it, not
that it could roll very far. After a few minutes, Jack gave up exhausted and
slipped into a light sleep.

The slamming of the garage door and the familiar roaring of an engine suddenly
stirred Jack from his sleep. His engine. In HIS Corvette! A sudden rage filled
him at the thought of his wife, or anyone else for that matter, behind the
wheel of his prized possession. He redoubled his efforts to reach the magic
potion.

Then he realized that Bonnie had made a mistake in her carefully laid out
plans. If he bent his body far enough, and rolled one end of the bar as far as
it would go, he could nudge the leg of the workbench. Stretching, rolling, and
nudging, he worked feverishly, trying to knock the vial off the workbench and
hopefully into his free hand.

After half an hour of banging the leg of the workbench, the vial had been
slowly worked toward the edge. With one last nudge, the precious fluid tipped
off the edge and fell to the floor. Jack stretched his hand out as far as
possible to catch the vial. But he missed it. Luckily, it bounced off the
indoor-outdoor carpeting and rolled within reach. With trembling hands he
opened the vial and held it to his lips.

Meanwhile, Bonnie was having the time of her life. Everywhere she went, she
drew stares and comments. She was just finishing up at her third store when
she glanced at her watch. Jack should just about be drinking the potion by
now, she thought to herself. Oh well, I've got enough time for one more store.
She dashed into Delp's Sporting Goods, a store that featured sports clothing.

Bonnie tried on a knit tennis top with a half sleeve and some cotton shorts.
The top fit like a second skin and the short sleeve exposed her well-developed
biceps. The shorts were loose but short enough to show off her bulging thighs.

The male employees of the store were having a hard time keeping their eyes off
the muscular beauty. The lone female clerk was helping Bonnie with finding
outfits that would fit her physique, all the while steaming over the attention
she was getting from the boys.

"Uh ... wow," the girl spoke up as she watched Bonnie view herself in the
mirror, "I hope you don't mind my saying so, but you're so like,
incredibly buff."

"Well, thanks ..." Bonnie paused while she looked at the girl's name tag,
"thanks Martie."

"Are you like some serious bodybuilder or something?"

"No, actually, I've only been lifting weights for a short time. I guess my
body just responds quickly." Bonnie noticed that the girl looked very upset at
their response, nearly ready to cry. "Is something wrong, dear?"

"No ... it's just that ..." the girl was clearly frustrated. She set the
clothes down that she was trying to hang on a rack and threw her hands up,
"I've been watching what I eat and working out for like years, and I can't get
even a little muscle to show itself on my skinny little body. You come in here
and all the boys are practically drooling over you and they've never even
noticed me and you've only been working out for a short time and it'sz not
really fair, you know?" She turned away from Bonnie, obviously embarrassed by
the emotional outburst.

Bonnie turned her back with a gentle touch. She looked at her for the first
time. She really was easy to miss. A lot like Bonnie was just a few hours ago.
Martie looked to be in her early 20's and was only about 5' 2" tall with black
hair cut short and sporty. Her body was very thin, no boobs to speak of
really, but she had a cute face. "You

know, Martie," Bonnie said with a calm, reassuring tone, "being 'buff' and
getting lots of male attention isn't all that important in life."

"I know, but just once I would love to get the kind of stares that you get
when you walk in a room. I'm like, invisible." Martie went back to hanging
clothes on the rack.

Bonnie pulled out a little vial of clear liquid from her purse. "What are you
doing for the next hour or so, Martie?"

Mart£ie continued working on the clothes rack, "We're getting ready to
close for the night, then I've got to close out the registers and vacuum, so
I'll be here for a while cleaning things up." She turned back to Bonnie, "How
come?"

Perfect, Bonnie thought to herself, then she won't have an opportunity to use
the multiplier potion in this and it will only double or triple her present
strength, She held out the cap to the vial with a bit of the liquid in it,
"Here's the secret to my success. I want to share it with you."

"What is it?" Martie asked taking the cap carefully in her fingers and
examining it, "some kind of super protein drink?"

"Yeah, something like that," Bonnie smiled at the thought of what even that
little amount would do for Martie's physique. "Go ahead and drink it, it won't
harm you. Next time you go to the gym, you'll have the greatest workout of
your life."

Martie shrugged her shoulders and swallowed the liquid, still not sure if
this woman was telling the truth or just pulling her chain. It smelled and
tasted like water. Oh well, she thought to herself, at least it's worth a try.

Bonnie recapped the vial and stashed it back in her purse. "Well, I better get
going, it looks like the boys are closing things up," she announced as she
took her purchases to the counter.

The two strapping young men who were standing behind the counter, both in
their late teens, could barely take their eyes off Bonnie as they tried to
ring up her purchase and run her credit card. They kept stealing glances of
her beefy arms and protruding bust line. They could hardly even hand her a pen
to sign the receipt. Bonnie smiled at the attention and thought about how
much attention they might be paying Martie in the future.

As Bonnie left the store, the boys followed her to the door, not just because
they were locking up for the evening, but also to catch one more glimpse of
those fantastic legs and ass as she strode confidently to her Corvette. There
were sure that they must have been in the presence of a being from another
planet. After the show was over, they couldn't stop talking about 'her' as
they headed out the back door, again all but ignoring Martie.

The boys said a quick good-bye to Martie who was still in the dressing room
area. And then they were gone, comparing notes on how big her arms were, and
who she smiled at and where did you think she came from, was she from around
here, naw they don't grow 'em like that around these parts.

Martie hardly even noticed that the boys had locked up and left. Her head was
spinning and her whole body felt really strange. Everything seemed light and
surreal. Her whole body felt like it was floating as she walked out into the
main part of the store. Somewhere it registered that the boys had left and
that she was alone.

Jack was feeling strange, as well, just about then. His body shook slightly
and a feeling of peace and power came over him. He put his hands back on the
bar in another attempt to lift it. He pushed upwards and the bar nearly flew
up and out of his hands. He quickly caught it before it fell back on top of
him and with the one fluid motion, sat upright. He couldn't believe how light
the weight felt in his hands. The magic potion had worked!

He spread his legs apart and the strong duct tape that had held them gave way
with a loud tearing sound. Setting the bar down on the floor, he stood up to
examine himself in a mirror. His body didn't look very different, but it sure
felt different. He looked around for something in the basement to test his new
strength. Everything he lifted felt too light. He grabbed the bar again and
curled it to his chest. Too easy. He held it with one hand like he had seen
Bonnie do it and curled it like an oversized dumbbell. He was able to grunt
out two hard reps that way.

Felt like I was lifting a 55 or 60 pound dumbbell, Jack thought to himself, my
strength must have increased about ten times. He turned to the mirror and
flexed again. Wait til that bitch gets home with my car, he thought, I'll
teach her a lesson, I'll show her who's boss around here.

Then it hit him. Bonnie had lifted the weight easily with one hand. She was
still stronger than he was! In a panic, his mind raced through the events of
the evening. Suddenly he remembered that Bonnie was getting bigger and
stronger every time she orgasmed. She even boasted that she had mixed in
another magic potion to do that.

Jack bolted out of the basement and ran upstairs to the bathroom attached to
the master bedroom. He didn't even think about the fact that he was still
naked. He had only one goal in mind - to get stronger than his wife.

In the bathroom, he tore through the drawers and cabinet until he found what
he was searching for. He pulled out a tube of K-Y jelly and applied a copious
amount to his soft penis. If it worked for her, he reasoned, it'll work
for me. He thought about how his wife's muscles had grown in front of his very
eyes, under his hand. In an instant he was hard as a rock. He closed his eyes
but only saw visions of his muscular wife, growing bigger and stronger. He
stopped mid-stroke and tried to shake the image from his head.

In desperation, he pulled one of his titty magazines from it's hiding place
and flipped open to a picture of an overly endowed woman sucking milk from her
own tit. But as he felt himself get hard again, he couldn't shake the feeling
of Bonnie's muscle growing in his hand.

Suddenly, he tensed all of his muscles just like he had seen Bonnie do and
came in a great stream into the sink. He relaxed for a second and wondered if
it was working. He glanced into the mirror, but couldn't see any
difference in his size.

"I've got to get bigger than Bonnie," he said as he raised one hand to check
his bicep. But the mention of Bonnie's name got him thinking about her muscles
and her incredible strength and how easily she had lifted the barbell with her
tiny, powerful hand. Suddenly he realized that his cock was hard and he was
stroking it firmly.

After another minute, he came again. Again, every muscle in his body was
tensed, every thought focused on growing bigger. This time, his hand didn't
stop as it brought back another erection almost instantly and moments later he
ejaculated again.

Jack kept this up for another three times. Finally exhausted he washed off his
hands and stumbled back down to the basement. He still felt strong,
invincible, the strongest man on the earth. But was he the strongest
person? He grasped the barbell with one hand expecting to curl it with ease.
But instead, he could barely raise it above waist level before he dropped it
back to the floor. What was going on? Had Bonnie tricked him again?

Just then, Jack heard the familiar sound of the Corvette pulling into the
garage. He quickly hid himself behind the door and breathlessly awaited
Bonnie's entrance. He could hear her walking in the house above him and then
heading toward the stairs that led to the basement. He tensed his powerful
muscles in anticipation. It had been years since he had tackled an opposing
quarterback, but suddenly he felt like he was back on the field. Bonnie may
have had the upper hand til now, he thought to himself, but the game's not
over yet!

Bonnie had strolled through the house, dropping her purse and purchases on the
bed. She noticed the mess in the bathroom, just as she had expected, including
the magazine that she knew Jack would use to try to get his mind off of her
marvelous muscles. She smirked as she realized that he probably couldn't. As
she passed through the kitchen on her way to the basement, she opened the last
vial of magic potion that she had been carrying and quickly drank the rest of
it. She set the vial down on the counter and headed toward her inevitable
skirmish with her husband.

Bonnie opened the door to the basement and stepped inside. She was immediately
knocked of her feet by Jack's vicious tackle. He put everything he had into
his attack, just like he did when he put that Heisman Trophy candidate out
of the game in the first quarter. The two smashed into the Smith machine and
bounced off across the room. Bonnie put up a nominal resistance; just enough
to let Jack think that he was winning. Finally after knocking over most of the
furniture in the room and smashing a few items, they came to a stop with Jack
straddled triumphantly atop his victim. He was breathing hard, his massive
chest heaving from the effort of restraining his wife, his teeth clenched in a
victorious snarl.

"Ha, you stupid bitch," Jack growled in between gasps of air, "didn't plan on
this did you! I took the magic potion while you were off screwing around and
now I'm as strong as you are! Now it's time to put you in your place! Wait a
minute ... what ...what are you smiling at?!?"

Bonnie was listening to Jack raving all the while smiling her sweetest
smile. "Well, honey, it's because there's something I haven't told you. You
know how I said that the extra added ingredient made me get bigger and
stronger every time I came? What I didn't say was that it has the opposite
effect on men. And remember that I said that there was actually enough magic
potion for three doses? Well, I didn't put a full dose into that vial that I
placed on the workbench, so it probably increased your strength only about
eight times, not ten like you had hoped for. And judging from the mess you
left upstairs, you might be down to about three or four times your normal
strength by now. And guess what I did with that other dose of the potion."

Suddenly Jack could feel something happening to Bonnie's body. He was holding
her down by the wrists with her arms outstretched. She slowly, smoothly
brought her hand towards her head and flexed her biceps, "I took it just
before I came down here."

Jack stared at her bulging biceps. They weren't much larger than before,
although they were plenty big when she left him an hour ago. But there was
something else about them. They had a look of living metal, incredibly dense
and defined. And the thinnest layer of soft skin covered them. Jack could feel
himself becoming aroused again at the sight of his powerful wife. He looked
away quickly, afraid that he would lose even more strength if he couldn't
control himself.

"Mmmmm ... I see that I'm not the only 'member' of this family that is
enjoying my new physique," Bonnie commented as she saw Jack rising erection.
"Careful, sweetie, you can't afford to lose any more of your strength."
With that, Bonnie easily broke Jack's grasp by raising her hands to his torso
and pushing him up into the air. He flew up like a rag doll and landed back on
top of Bonnie. She caught him, his ponderous weight inconsequential to her
awesome strength, and wrapped her arms and legs around him so he could squirm
away.

"Jack, dear, listen carefully," she whispered huskily in his ear, "we're going
to go upstairs, clean things up, get dressed, and you're going to take me out
to a very nice dinner. Then I'll explain everything to you. And then if you're
really good," she nibbled on his ear and felt him get hard again, "I'll bring
you back here and put that 'friend' of yours down there to some good use."

"But ... what about ..." Jack stammered, his face wrenched in concern.

"Don't worry, the changes will only happen within an hour of taking the
potion. You really didn't read up on this very much, did you?"

Meanwhile, back at Delp's Sporting Goods, Martie was taking a break. She had
set up some of the weight equipment in the store and was putting herself
through a pretty intense workout. She had been pleasantly surprised with how
much weight she was moving and was anxious to try some more lifts. But she was
so hungry, her body was practically crying out for some kind of protein. She
grabbed a couple of high protein bars and headed to the break room to see what
was in the refrigerator.

In the fridge, she found a gallon of whole milk, some cans of cola, and an old
half-eaten tuna sandwich. Not much, she mused, but maybe she could use the
milk for a protein shake. She went back to the supplement counter and popped
open a 'super-mega' shake mix. She would gladly pay for all this tomorrow. But
right now she was too hungry to worry about how much it all cost.

A few minutes later, Martie was finally beginning to feel full. She looked
around and saw that she had consumed five protein bars and drank a shake with
each bar.

"I feel great," she said as she stretched her arms back and flexed her chest,
"time to get back to work."

Feeling daring, Martie added more weight to the bar she was using to squat
with. As a matter of fact, she had twice as much weight as she normally
squatted on the bar. She adjusted herself under the bar and carefully lifted
it from the squat rack. As she lowered herself, a sudden fear gripped her
that she might not be able to make the lift. What had she been thinking when
she put this much weight on? But as she reached the bottom of the movement,
her legs slowly pushed her back up to a standing position. Amazed at the ease
of the lift, she repeated it. And then did another eight before she realized
that this weight was actually too light for her.

She racked the bar and stepped over to a mirror. Martie was shocked at the
development she saw in her legs, just from the one exercise. She turned to
various angles, watching her thighs bulge. Wow, who was that woman and what
did she give me, she wondered. She nearly flew back to the weights, anxious to
see what else she could do to her new physique.

Just about then, Richard Delp was driving slowly toward his father's sporting
goods store when he saw that a light was still on in the place. Actually,
it was his store now that his father had died and left it to him, but he still
thought of it as being his father's. Not that he wasn't glad to have a steady
source of income or that he didn't have any interest in sports. He had been a
jock since he could walk and even played a couple of years of minor league
baseball before he was called back home to run things here. But he really
didn't have much of a head for the business side of things and it was
beginning to show in the profits.

He hardly ever came back to the store after hours, but he had forgotten some
things there and he didn't have a date so he thought he would cruise on over
and pick them up. He cautiously pulled into the parking lot with his lights
out. He didn't want to scare the people away who were in the store. Then
he saw Martie's car still parked in the back lot. He came in through the back
door and looked around, but didn't see any sign of Martie. Then he noticed the
wrappers and the empty protein shake container along with the empty milk jug.
She drank my milk, was his first reaction, she drank a whole gallon!

Delp came out of the back room and heard some grunting noises coming from the
exercise equipment area. He turned a corner just in time to see a woman
lifting two large dumbbells in alternating curls. He stopped in his tracks,
not sure what to do or say. She looked sort of like his employee, Martie, but
at the same time, she looked different now. He watched in amazement, as big
bulges of muscle seemed to ripple across her back as she continued to slowly
crank out one repetition after another. Her whole body tensed as she
pushed herself to complete one last rep and Delp could see her butt bunch into
a solid mass of powerful muscle.

When she had finally completed her last rep, Martie let the dumbbells drop to
the thick rubber mat on the floor in relief and victory. Then she raised her
arms and struck a double-biceps pose, looking at her wonderfully full muscles
in a mirror. As she flexed, a couple of seams in the side of her sports bra
popped from her increased mass. That's when she noticed that even her boobs
had grown considerably, nearly overflowing the small bra that had always been
more than sufficient.

"Martie ...?" Delp stepped up behind her so she could see him in the mirror
over her bulging arm. He was staring not at her face but at her incredible
physique. "Is ... is that ...you?"

Martie quickly spun around to face her boss. Her face turned a bright
shade of pink with the embarrassment of being caught in the store after hours,
working out with the weights, after having eaten loads of protein bars, and
wearing next to nothing. But as she sheepishly cast her eyes down, trying
desperately to think of an excuse for her actions, she noticed that there was
a noticeable bulge in Delp's pants. Her eyes widened as she realized that he
was attracted to her muscularity! Suddenly she was flush with a feeling that
she had never felt before. She wanted this man, wanted to fuck him, now! It
was nearly overwhelming.

She smiled coyly as she stepped towards him, close enough that he had an
excellent view of her newly expanded bust line. "I'm sorry if I frightened
you, Mr. Delp," she said, holding her arms behind her back to accentuate
even further that which really didn't need any further accentuation, "I'll
straighten up my mess here and I'll gladly pay for anything I've eaten. It's
just that ... well ... I don't quite know how to explain what's come over me."
She raised her hand to brush back her hair and flexed her bicep at the same
time. She saw his eyes widen a bit at the sight of her big muscle and she knew
that she was right about his attraction. So she pressed on.

Stepping even closer, uncomfortably close for Delp's liking, she continued,
"Yeah, I don't know what's come over me, do I look okay to you, Mr. Delp?" She
reached out and took his hand, placing it on her flexed pec, "Do I feel okay
to you, Mr. Delp?"

Delp was amazed at the sensation of Martie's soft flesh and the seemingly
rock hard muscle that lay beneath it. He let his mind wander a bit, wondering
about how strong this woman really was. Could she even be stronger than I am,
he thought to himself. Then suddenly he realized the tenuous position he was
in. He was her employer for god's sake. And he could have his butt seriously
sued if she misconstrued this as sexual harassment. The taller man tried to
pull his hand away but it was held firmly in place by Martie's much smaller
hand.

"Umm ... Martie ... I don't know ... if this is ... appropriate," he was
desperately trying to focus on what he was saying but was really having quite
a bit of difficulty, "...I'm your ... you know ... boss, and ...I don't think
this ...is proper employer-employee ... behavior ..."

Martie let his hand go and smiled at the big guy. She could see beads of sweat
building up on his forehead and the bulge in his pants was significantly
larger. She stepped closer to him and he stepped backwards. She smiled and
stepped up to him again. He tried to step back again but bumped into the
weight bench that Martie had set up for bench presses. "Oh don't worry about
that employer/employee thing, Richard ...," she said as she grasped the middle
of her sports bra with both hands. With one quick tug, Martie split the
garment in two, "...I quit."

Meanwhile, Bonnie and Jack were sitting across from each other at Sam's
Steakhouse. Bonnie was ravenously tearing through a 20-ounce steak while Jack
eyed her with a mixture of suspicion, fear, amazement, and lust.

"Oh gawd," Bonnie said as she finished her steak and mopped up some
ketchup with her last fries, "I didn't even consider how hungry I would be."

Jack looked back down at his plate and concentrated on the meal. He had been
uncommonly quite all through dinner. "You better finish that, honey," Bonnie
cooed in her sweetest voice, "we have to keep you healthy. You've got a big
date coming up."

Jack looked up, puzzled. "Hmmm?" he said, chewing on a piece of meat.

"Okay, I was going to wait til later to tell you, but I may as well fill you
in. First of all, I knew almost immediately about the order you placed for the
magic potion. After all, I'm no dummy. I've been keeping track of your
expenditures since you had that little fling with that insurance adjuster from
Kansas City."

Jack nearly choked on his mouth full of steak. He quickly grabbed his napkin
to cover his mouth and to hide his quickly reddening face.

"Relax, Jack," Bonnie calmly continued, "I'm not upset about it anymore. But
I'll never take my eye off you for a second for the rest of our lives. That's
when I noticed the purchase. I did a quick check on what you ordered and put
in another order, you know, for that ... other ... stuff, that worked so
well." She glanced down at her pecs which she was slowly flexing causing her
large breasts to rise slightly out of her dress. "Don't you agree?"

Jack's eyes got as big as saucers and he felt himself getting hard again just
watching his wife's breasts rise higher and higher and knowing what was
pushing them upwards. He shot a glance around the restaurant to see if
anyone else had seen the little show, but no one was looking.

"I'm glad you appreciate my new physique, Jack, but really I wanted to talk
about you. You see, I hatched a plan to turn the tables on you with your
potion, but it goes even further than that. I knew deep down inside that you
were doing this so you could get the courage up to try to play football
again."

Bonnie looked intently at her husband, whom she really did love, "I've been a
secret fan of yours since we were in high school together, Jack. You've always
had the strength and skills and instinct to play pro football, you just needed
the motivation. That's where I come in. I set up a try out with the Texans on
Tuesday. I've got a new insurance agent ready to take over the office and
plane tickets for both of us. That's right, both of us. I'm going to be
following you to camp and to all the games. And if I ever see you dogging it
at practice or slouching off at a game, I will personally kick your butt
from one end of the field to the other in front of everybody." Bonnie casually
picked up her knife and easily bent it in two to make her point clear. "And
you know I can."

Back at Delp's Sporting Goods, the lights were still burning. But if the
casual walkerbys that wondered why the lights were still on could see back
into the far reaches of the store, they would have been shocked. Protien bar
wrappers and supplement shake containers were tossed without care and two sets
of clothes were torn and discarded across the foor in the weights section. And
two people with their bodies entangled lay trying to catch their respective
breaths across a convenient weight bench.

Slowly Martie disengaged herself from Richard and rose unsteadily. Suddenly
the impact of her actions hit home. In her lust for sexual satisfaction, she
had practically raped her boss! She recoiled from the sight of the slumbering
man and spun to go. But some unseen force knocked her off balance as she
turned. She took a quick step to regain her balalnce. That's when she
caught sight of herself in one of the store's mirrors

Martie gasped in amazement at the sight. She was looking at an incredibly
muscled woman. "Oh ... my ... god," she whispered. She could barely catch her
breath, the sight of this muscle woman was so amazing. Even more amazing was
the fact that it was her own body. Everywhere she looked, this body (HER
body!) was covered in the most outrageously dense and ripped muscle that she
had ever seen. And then she saw what had thrown her off balance. Her breasts
had grown as well. In fact, it looked as through the gallon of milk she had
drunk earlier had just been poured into her tits.

She gently cradled the newly grown boobs in her hands. At once she was aware
of the wonderful feel of their heft and their softness. A tender, tentative
squeeze sent sudden shivers of pleasure through her already pleasure filled
body. She gasped out loud and stopped the squeeze in case she got too carried
away. That's when she looked back to her arms. They were bent, holding up
the new weight of her twin globes, and she could see her biceps just waiting
to explode.

Martie slowly raised her arms and flexed them, transfixed by the sight of her
biceps rising. She flexed even harder when they reached their peak, just to
make sure they were really real. The only response she could say was ...

"Wow!"

It wasn't Martie's voice, but that of a man standing behind her and staring in
rapt amazement and admiration. "Wow," he repeated softly. "Is that really
you, Martie?"

As if his voice had broken a spell, Martie suddenly became aware of everything
around her. The lights, the store, the windows, the ripped clothes littering
the floor. Her nakedness. Mr. Delp's nakedness! With a cry, she clutched her
thick arms to her abundant chest and began to bolt for the back room and
hopefully some shelter.

"Martie! Wait!" Delp called out to her as he followed her through the store.
He ripped some shorts and t-shirts off a rack as he ran after her towards the
dressing rooms.

Martie made it into the small room first and shut the door quickly. Delp was
right after her, struggling to pull up the shorts as he went.

"Go away. Please." Martie pleaded throught the thin door.

Delp quickly slipped on the shorts and threw a t-shirt over his head. 
Then he looked around quickly for something for Martie.
"Umm ... Martie?" he called to her through the door, "Here's ... here's
something for you ... to, you know ... something to wear ..."

The door opened slightly and a hand reached out and snatched the clothes out
of Delp's hand. "I ... I was just guessing at the size ..." Delp stammered, "I
... I hope they fit okay."

Actually, thought Martie, they fit great. He had handed her a tankini and some
matching lycra shorts which fit her so well that they were like a second skin.
She admired her buff new body once more, wonderfully accentuated by the
clothes. He had also given her black cotton and lycra pants and a black and
purple windbreaker. When she was dressed, she looked good enough for a
night out on the town.

"I've got some running shoes that look like they might fit you, too," Richard
called to Martie through the door. When she opened the door and emerged, he
couldn't help but gasp again at her loveliness. "I ... I was hoping that we
could start again. Maybe a little slower this time? Would you like to go get
someting to eat, 'cause I sure am hungry and I sure would like to get to know
you better."

Martie blushed at the attention she was being given by the handsome young man.
"Oh, Mr. Delp..." she started.

"Please," Richard interupted, "you can call me Dick."

Martie flashed a quick smile as she remembered what the employees used to call
him. Since dad was kind of a large man, the son was always known as Little
Dick. But after tonight, Martie would never think of that name connected to
him again!

"Ummm ... I don't know, Mr., I mean, Dick," Martie said as she turned away
slightly. She turned back to face him, "What would the other employee say?"

"Well, we don't really need to worry about that now, do we? Don't you
remember? You quit your job about an hour and a half ago. By the way these
clothes and the stuff you ate? Just consider it to be a going away present
from your former boss."

Martie was about to cry at his generosity and understanding. "Oh Mr. Delp.
That's so sweet of you."

Delp held his hands up as if to ward off any undo gratitude, "That's oaky,
really. And please, call me Dick."

Martie blushed again, "Okay." Then she took his arm and led him to the back
door, "I'd love to get something to eat, and then I'll clean up this mess
afterwards. And I promise to take it slower from now on. But there's just one
thing."

"What's that?"

"Would you mind if I called you Rick?"

The rest of the meal went quickly as Jack sat silently chewing on his steak
and on his wife's words. He didn't even object when she pulled him up from his
seat and dragged him out onto the dance floor. Although she was far stronger
than Jack now, Bonnie still let him lead. And Jack had to admit that there was
something thrilling about being held so gently by a woman who was strong
enough to snap a 2x4 in half with her bare hands. Later that evening when they
returned home, Jack's mood had lifted some, but he was still troubled. Mostly
by his wife's new found strength.

"It's ... it's just not ... right," Jack began to protest as he prepared for
bed. "I'm just not sure how to act around you now. I guess I still feel deep
down that the man should be in charge in the family."

Bonnie came into the room wearing one of her usual nightshirts, although now
it clung to her new curves and showed off her large muscles with every step.
"You're still in charge, honey, at least as much as you always have been. And
I'm still your wife, even though I can do this ..."

Bonnie raised her arms and tensed her biceps. Jack stared in amazement as her
arms pushed out the material of sleeves. Suddenly, Bonnie squeezed even harder
and was rewarded with the sight of her grapefruit sized biceps ripping though
the thin cotton.

"... and this ..." She lowered her arms and flared out her back as she
flexed her chest muscles. Again the nightshirt tore loudly as her new larger
physique burst through. With a flourish, Bonnie tore off the remnants of the
nightshirt and tossed it casually aside. Then she stepped quickly up to her
startled husband.

"... and this." She ripped off Jack's boxers and grasped his naked body by the
waist. With seemingly little effort she raised him above her head. He had to
duck to keep from having his head rammed through the ceiling.

"Did it ever occur to you, Jack," Bonnie went on, easily keeping her huge
husband pinned to the ceiling, "that I had been using your weights? As a
matter of fact, once I put my counter-plan into effect, I stepped up my
training, trying to get as strong as I could before today came."

She began to slowly lower the big man, licking her way up his leg as she
continued, "You probably didn't know ..." She was getting closer and closer to
his groin, "... that I was able to curl 25 pounds with each hand ten times
just yesterday. And now ..." She began to nibble on the end of his stiffening
cock, "... I'm probably 30 times stronger thanks to our little magic potions."
She began to press him up and down as she ran her tongue up and down along the
underside of his hard rod, "How much do think I can lift now, Jack?"

Jack's brain was swirling. He was trying hard to hold onto something, but all
he could reach was his wife's majestic shoulders and arms. The thought of her
being able to lift massive weights with just her petite hand was almost
too much for him. And she wanted him to do mathematics?

Bonnie could sense that Jack was about to explode, so she flipped him over and
caught him in her arms. "750 pounds," she said, smiling at her surprised
husband. Then she kissed his nose, "So your 300 pounds feels really kind of
light, lover." Bonnie crouched a little and then flung her husband across the
room and onto the bed. Then she leapt the distance herself, landing squarely
atop Jack, like a wild animal puncing on her prey.

"By the way," she said, licking her way up his thick chest, "I had the
foresight to have the bed reinforced." She began to wildly kiss and stoke
Jack, getting both of them more and more exicted, until Jack came up
momentarily for air.

"Bonnie ... Bonnie ... I ... I thought I was supposed to be in training."

Bonnie had a look like a lioness about to devour her quarry, "In the immortal
words of Mary Chapin Carpenter, shut up and fuck me!"

And that's exactly what he did.

[The following January...]

"Well, folks, this is shaping up to be one dandy of a Superbowl game. If we
had taken a poll last summer, I don't think anyone could have guessed that we
would be seeing a brand new franchise playing today after just their first
year of competition."

"Well, that's right, Al. I mean everyone is still pretty much in shock with
how well this team has played in just their rookie year."

"And of course you all know by now that the team we are referring to is none
other that the Houston Texans."

"And I gotta say, when you look down the roster from this team - you just
don't see any superstars! I mean, no one really stands out as a marquee
player. And the way they got here - you just gotta love it - a dominating
defense."

"That's right, John. The Texans' opponents have averaged fewer than ten points
per game."

Yeah. Yeah, and it mostly starts here in the middle."

"And that man in the middle is Jack Stallings, the heart and soul of this
defense."

" You know Al, I've seen a ton of great linebackers play the game. Guys like
Butkus, Singletary, even Ray Evans. But this guy is something else! Lookit how
he moves across the line. Then he shrugs off two blockers and actually pushes
Marshall Faulk backwards. He's like a wall! But he's fast, too! Here, here.
Manning completes the short crossing route and beats the secondary. And just
when it seems like the guy is in the clear, here comes Stallings! I mean where
did he come from? And then, BOOM!, he runs down the receiver to make a
touchdown saving tackle. This guy seems to be everywhere!"

"He has speed. He has agility. And he's probably the strongest player in the
NFL. You know, John, his teammates won't even talk about how much weight he
can lift. But the rumors I've heard is that he could be a world-class Olympic
weightlifter."

"Yeah, but hey, lookit this. We found this video tape of a game earlier in the
season. Now see this guy coming down the stands? He's got it all. He's got the
brewskis. He's got the dogs. He's even got popcorn. He must have dropped fifty
bucks at the concession stand, easily. And look at his size! This guys at
least a good 300 pounds. Hey! They grow their fans big out there in Texas."

"So this guy's going back to his seat. Now see that lady there? That's Bonnie
Stallings, Jack's wife. And she's a nice looking lady, too. Just sitting
there watching the game when all of a sudden this guy is trying to get past
her and BOOM! He trips! Here let's back it up and see it in slow motion."

"Here comes the guy and here something catches his foot. And here you see
everybody stating to scamble to get out of the way as this big guy starts
falling. But here, right here we can see a hand reach out and catch the tray
with the beers and another arm reach out and brace this guy up and put him
back on his feet. That's Bonnie Stallings! I mean, BOOM! she just picks this
guy up with one hand!"

"Well, there it is folks. I'll bet workouts at the Stallings' home are really
something else! Thanks for that in depth report John. Stay with us folks,
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