Special Delivery
I get taught a lesson on the power of vitamins.
by Mick Powers


The other day, we were sitting around the Power Company clubhouse swapping
stories. Mostly stories about our favorite topic: female muscle growth. I was
reminded of an incident that happened so many years ago that it took me a
while to remember all of the details. But as with most storytellers, the more
I went on, the more I recollected (or maybe invented, my brother would say).

Anyway, it was a hot, late July day in El Cajon, California, back in the early
1980's. I was working for the summer at a small hardware store, the kind that
has a little bit of everything, but not a lot of anything. It was a great
place to go if you needed a handful of just the right size screw or nail that
you couldn't find in the larger chain stores.

I was home for the summer and glad to be earning some money in a fairly
mindless, but physically challenging, job of helping out in the warehouse. You
see, I was one year away from graduating with my BA in Philosophy and my brain
was tired of thinking so much. I needed a break. Why Philosophy? It was
required for all seminarians before going on to study Theology. Yeah, I was
studying for the Catholic priesthood and this was the last summer that I would
get a chance to earn some spending money by some good hard honest work. Okay,
so towards the end of July, I was wondering what had been so attractive about
busting my butt all summer long. But I usually have the fortitude to stick
things out, even when logic tells me otherwise.

So I found myself finally at the end of another long hot week. I was ready to
collect my paycheck, head home for a shower and a shave, and maybe meet up
with some old friends for a drink, or two. Just as I was dragging myself into
the receiving office, Gus, my supervisor, was walking out. Gus (okay, that's
not his real name, but he always looked like a 'Gus' to me) was a tough,
grizzled man. He had been in shipping so long, I swear he got his start with
the Pony Express.

"Hey Gus," I stopped to address him, "if you don't need me anymore, I'm going
to ..."

"Not yet, kid," he growled as he walked past me, "we got a late delivery
comin' in. Yer gonna need to help unload. It's a shipment of bricks"

No problemo, I thought. I'll just grab the forklift ...

"And the lift's ..." Gus stared down at the papers in his hand and then back
at the loading dock, "uh, the lift is ... not working ... it's uh, ya know, it
needs some work on it.." His voice trailed off.

That was the worst case of lying I had seen from him all summer. But I wasn't
in the position to challenge his orders so I got an empty pallet and a hand
truck and headed to the dock. This was the last thing I needed on a Friday
afternoon. But I offered up a small prayer and set my mind to putting in some
more hard labor.

In a couple of minutes, an old Ford flatbed truck drove up and backed into the
loading dock. I counted the pallets of bricks on the bed. Twelve! Twelve
pallets! Holy shit, this was going to take a long time! So much for the
nightlife. I'd be so tired after this that I figured I wouldn't be able to
stay awake. Oh well, I was guessing that God wanted me to put in some
overtime.

Gus assumed a position by the end of the truck bed and waited for the driver
to park and come around with the shipping manifest. I dropped the empty pallet
in the general area that we stored our bricks and pulled on some leather
gloves while I trudged over to start unloading the bricks by hand. I was
surprised to see that the driver was a young woman about my age. She was kind
of cute in a tomboyish way, wearing hiking boots, cut off jeans, and a denim
jacket over a white t-shirt. She also wore gloves, which she was removing as
she came around to the loading dock.

"Hey, Gus!" she greeted the foreman.

"Harumph" he wittily shot back as he stared at the paperwork that the woman
had handed him. [Actually, it's rather hard to phonetically spell a grunt,
which is what he said, but 'harumph' seems to work in comics so I guess it's
okay to use it here.] "This here's Mick," he said as a way of introduction.

I shook the woman's hand. Nice, firm handshake, even through my gloves. She
seemed pretty well put together, probably from lots of time driving bricks
around. She stood about 5' 6" and her skin was a light tan which looked kind
of nice with her sandy blond hair. Her hair was cut short and layered, a kind
of Farrah Fawcett cut that was popular a few years before.

"Never seen you before," she said as she released my hand and studied me a
bit. I was in pretty good shape, maybe the best shape of my life and even
though I was headed for the priesthood, I didn't mind a little female
attention once in a while. Besides, she had a great smile. "Are you new?"

I explained that I was just there as a summer job and she said that she hadn't
made a delivery in a few months, which accounted for her not meeting up with
me before.

"Yeah, yeah. Listen Patty," Gus began walking back to the office, "the
forklift is down, so Mick here's gotta unload with the handtruck and I got a
pile of paperwork left to do. Make yourself comfortable, it could take a
while. Sorry."

I headed for the first pallet. The task ahead looked insurmountable. The
pallets were stacked two high, two wide, and three deep on the flatbed. Each
pallet had five layers of bricks with ten bricks per layer. As I started to
take apart the top layer of bricks, I discovered that each brick weighed about
25 pounds. These were bricks that people would buy to lay a walkway or patio.
I was only able to stack six bricks on the hand truck at a time and then wheel
it to the empty pallet. Then I was going to have to stack the bricks in a
similar pattern on the new pallet. After the first load, it was obvious that
it might take hours.

Patty was fit to be tied. She watched me do the first load and then mentally
added up how many more loads like that there were to follow. She stormed over
to the office, slamming the door behind her. I kept on working, know that it
wasn't any of my business what she had to say to Gus. But I did hear a few
choice words being yelled back and forth every time I brought another load to
the slowly growing stock inside the warehouse. The gist of Patty's
exclamations had to do with her wanting to get home some time in the next few
days and Gus doing it again to her and why the forklift always seemed to need
repairs when she had a late Friday delivery. Gus fired back something about if
she wanted to get out of here sooner then she should be helping me with the
work.

Finally, I saw Patty emerge from the office. She slammed the door so hard it
bounced open. Gus took a step outside the door and yelled after her, "...and
we're not paying for any broken crap!" He closed the door, but I noticed he
kept checking out the little window that had somehow managed to escape damage
from Patty's outburst.

Patty stomped by me as I was heading back to the truck for another load. She
was cursing under her breath and I could almost see fumes rising from her
head. She went to the cab, but then walked around to the passenger side. She
flung the door open and reached inside the ancient glove box and then pulled
something from under the seat. She had extracted what looked like a pill
bottle from the glove box and thermos from under the seat. I couldn't see the
bottle very clearly, but assumed it was aspirin or maybe something for one of
those 'feminine problems' that I was not too clear about.

Patty shook out a handful of pills, then seemed to look up at the bricks and
do some mental calculations. After thinking about it, she placed a few pills
back into the bottle, carefully closed it, and set the bottle onto the bed
while she poured some coffee into the cap of the thermos. Then she took a few
calming breaths and popped a couple of pills into her mouth and washed them
down with the coffee.

I pretended to continue with my work, but I was concerned for the young woman.
That was a lot of pills she held in her hand and she seemed to be taking them
two at a time. I was hoping that we wouldn't need to call for medical
assistance. I counted three times that she took two pills and then she had one
left. With a glare back at the office she popped the last pill in her mouth
and followed it up with another gulp of coffee. I couldn't see the pill bottle
clearly from my distance, but it had bold letters across the front that read
"FEMINOX" or something like that. At the time I wasn't familiar with any
vitamin known by that name. I am now.

Patty tossed the pill bottle and the thermos back into the cab. Then she took
off her denim jacket and threw it onto the seat as well. Her t-shirt turned
out to be a tank-t with thin shoulder straps which hung rather loosely on her
chest and shoulders. She wasn't wearing a bra (hey, I wasn't a priest yet, and
yeah, I did notice things like that) but it looked like she really didn't need
one, either. She took a deep breath and kind of shook her head. Then she
jumped up to the truck bed. I could have sworn that she just crouched a little
bit and jumped straight up, but then I told myself that the bed was a good
four and a half feet up and that would be nearly impossible. I reasoned that
she had propped herself up with her hands, and that I had just blinked and
missed it.

Patty walked back to the end of the bed and pulled her leather gloves on
again. Something about her stature looked different. I chalked it up to her
being so angry with Gus but I wanted to see if she was okay.

"You okay?" I asked, always the compassionate kind of guy that I was.

"Sure." She had her eyes closed like she was concentrating.

""Were those some kind of energy pills or something?"

She smiled. "Yeah," she chuckled a little, "energy pills."

"So ... you're gonna be okay."

"Oh yeah, definitely." She looked like she was flexing her back muscles and
stretching her shoulders.

"So ... do they really work?" I was so smooth with girls back then.

Patty took another deep breath and arched her back. It looked like her
smallish chest had filled with air but then stayed expanded when she exhaled.
She looked me in the eye, "I'll let you be the judge of that." She winked and
smiled that glowing smile of hers.

She looked down at her arms and clenched her fists, then started slowly
raising and lowering them, like she was lifting some invisible weights. Each
time her arms went up, her biceps seemed to swell larger and larger. At first
they were barely noticeable but within three or four pumps they were the size
of baseballs.

Patty paused her bicep pumping, placed her hands on her hips, turned slightly,
and rose up on her toes. It looked like she was trying to do the same thing
for her legs that she had done for her arms. But the growth happened even
faster this time. With three contractions her legs had gone from spindly to
stupendous. Even her butt had become tighter and larger, filling out her
shorts to near bursting. Her thighs bulged out from her hips so far that I
could easily see them even with her back turned to me. Her calves had grown
into impossibly huge balls of muscles that were even bigger than her biceps.

Then she spread her arms straight out and slowly brought them to her sides all
the while flexing her back. Massive mounds of muscle rose up on both sides of
her spine, flaring out so incredibly wide at the shoulders and tapering
suddenly down to her tiny waist that it almost looked like she had sprouted
wings. Her tank top was being stretched almost to the tearing point, but the
material held.

Then she turned back toward me and pushed her hands together. This made her
chest nearly explode through the t-shirt as layer upon layer of huge hard
muscle formed underneath her pert breasts. Still not satisfied, she brought
her arms up in a double-biceps pose and flexed again as hard as she could. Her
arms responded with another unbelievable growth spurt as her biceps billowed
higher and larger than seemingly possible. I had seen some hugely muscled guys
during my short stay in the service and I had even seen Sergio Olivia's arm
measured at 23 inches once. But by the time Patty was done growing, she would
have put Sergio and all those guys to shame.

She turned back to the truck bed and proceeded to pick up an full pallet of
bricks with her bare hands (okay, so she was actually wearing gloves, but you
get the picture). I did some quick math and realized she just lifted 1250
pounds. It would be an understatement to say that I was impressed. Perhaps
'agog' would be more the word for it. I actually recall that it was rather
hard for me to breath. And talking was totally out of the picture. My brain
suddenly wasn't functioning very well.

Then Patty set the pallet on top of another stack of two pallets. She bent
over and I watched her marvelous glutes bunch so large that they ripped her
shorts a little. When she straightened up, she was holding the entire stack of
three pallets in her hands! Then she matter of factly strode across the
warehouse to where I had stacked my measly few bricks. I followed, quietly,
almost reverently, as if I was being held in a trance by her astonishing feat
of pure power.

I finally got up the courage to speak. "Uh ...Patty?" I didn't want to disturb
her in case she ws doing this by magic and my speaking might break the spell.

"Yeah, Mick?" She didn't even sound like she was struggling with the
tremendous weight in her hands.

"Uh, Patty? Just what were those pills back there?"

She stopped and just held the stack aloft, as if the weight were negligible,
"They're called Feminox. Not too many guys know about them. Yet."

"So," I was still trying to understand how she got so strong so fast, "how do
they work?"

"I don't really know. All I know is that they DO work. Each pill I take
doubles my strength."

I was attempting to calculate just how much that would be, but like I said
before, when confronted with the reality of her muscles and her strength, my
mind wasn't functioning very quickly.

"I always start the day with one pill," Patty said, coming to my recue. I
guess she could tell that I wasn't going to be able to work out the math in my
head. "And I just took seven more. That would bring me up to 256 times
stronger than normal. And if you're wondering what this load feels like (it
was like she was reading my mind), it weighs about as much as a fifteen pound
dumbbell would to me normally." To reinforce what she was saying, she lifted
the stack higher and placed one hand right in the middle of the bottom pallet.
She pressed it up and down several times to make her point. Then she smiled
her beautiful smile again and went back to her chore of moving the bricks into
the warehouse

As Patty prepared to set the stack of bricks down, we heard a shuffle and a
thump from inside the warehouse office. Patty was near the door, so without
even setting the stack down she looked through the window to see if everything
was okay. Suddenly I saw her face turn bright red. She let out an exasperated
scream and looked like she wanted to throw the pile of bricks through the
door.

"You son of a bitch!" she yelled as she looked in the window enraged. "You
sick little bastard!"

I could see Gus struggling to rise and it looked like he was pulling his pants
up at the same time. "Wait a minute ..." was all he could spit out.

Patty had finally decided what to do with the ponderous load that she so
easily held aloft. She set the pallets down and with an almost casual ease,
shoved them with her foot until they blocked the door of the office. Then she
stomped back to the truck for another load.

"What the ...?" Gus opened the door but found his exit blocked by 3,750 pounds
of bricks. "Now Patty ..."

"Shut up Gus," Patty had returned with the next stack of three pallets, "just
shut the fuck up or I swear, I'll drop these fucking bricks on your fucking
head." She placed the next pile directly behind the fist pile.

By this time, I had figured that I had better just keep out of the way, or I
might get a load of bricks on my head. I was watching from a few yards away,
trying my best to be invisible. But I had to admit that the awesome display of
muscular might that Patty was putting on was really kind of turning me on.

"Mick!" Rats, I thought, Gus remembered I was still there. "Mick get over here
and get me out!"

I walked over to the office and hunched my shoulders, "Okay, Gus, but this
could take a while."

Patty came up just then with her third stack and set it next to the second one
so that both of them would need to be moved in order to get at the ones in
front of the door. She dusted off her gloves and pointed to the nearly buried
office, "You know what that sicko was doing?"

I shrugged my shoulders, staring at her massively pumped up arm that moments
before was lifting nearly two tons like it was a fifteen pound dumbbell and
hoping that I wouldn't tick her off even more than she already was. "No .. I
dunno," was all I could muster.

"Patty, I'm sorry ... listen ..."

Patty gritted her teeth and clenched her fist again which caused her bicep to
swell even larger. "He's in there jerking off while he's watching me!"

Now I was totally confused. I understood the jerking off part, I had learned
about that 'first hand' I guess you could say. And I knew that some guys liked
looking at women when they did it. But usually naked women, or women with big
boobs. I guess I had even heard of guys that jerked off with pictures of fat
women. But I was having trouble making the connection to Patty lifting and Gus
jerking. I gave her my best blank stare.

"Listen," she said lowering her arm, which I was eternally grateful for, "Gus
says that the forklift isn't working so that it will take hours to unload so
that I'll get pissed off and then I'll pop my pills which he's seen me do once
before and then he gets his jollies off watching my muscles get all big and
hard and watching me flex them while I unload everything. It's all a setup."

"He was watching your muscles ... grow?" Okay so I was a little more than slow
on the uptake back then. "Do some guys ... like that sort of thing?" I really
was pretty naive.

"Apparently." Patty gave up trying to explain the obvious to me and went back
for her final load.

"Mick," Gus called out again, "Mick, get the forklift." He was trying to pass
the keys to the lift around the stacks of bricks.

"But I thought you said..."

"Shut up you idiot and just get the lift and get me out of here."

As I held the keys to the forklift, the whole scenario came clear in my mind.
Patty walked up with the remaining bricks and set them down by my pitiful
pile.

"So," she said as she walked over to me and placed her hands on her hips,
"what about you?"

"Me?"

"Yeah. Did you get turned on watching me grow?" She raised her arms again and
flexed her powerful biceps, "Watching me use my big muscles?"

"Umm .." I swallowed hard. I didn't want to admit it but, "Yeah, I guess I
did. I mean ... yeah." All those years of philosophical training and that was
my brilliant response.

"Yeah? Cool."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, at least you don't get all weird about it like some old farts do." She
motioned back to the office.

I had almost forgot about Gus. "Oh, I better get him out of there or he'll
really be pissed off."

"Or you could leave him there for the next few months. It's what he deserves."
She looked at him with a frigid glare. Then she turned back to me and stepped
up so that her thick chest was nearly touching mine. "Hey listen, Mick," she
said softly now, "This Feminox stuff lasts for about a day," she looked down
and flexed her bicep again. "Are you busy tonight after work? I could show you
a good time like you'd never forget."

I was staring down at the most muscular and beautiful woman I had ever seen
and all that was running through my mind was what our rector always said as he
sent us seminarians off for the summer, "Remember lads, there's no vacation
from vocation."

I smiled and raised my eyebrows, "Sounds like fun! Can I pick you up?"

"Not as easily as I can pick you up!" she said and then to emphasize her point
she gently lifted me by the waist until her arms were fully extended, then she
set me back down. "I'll be back in about a half hour. You should be done with
stacking your pallets by then. See ya!" She winked and blew me a kiss.

On her way out, she turned around as she kept walking, "Oh I guess I better
warn you, these pills? They make me sort of horny!"

"Maybe I better take some vitamins then," I called out behind her.

"Sorry, Mick," she said witha wink and a flex of her enormous bicep, "they're
just for girls!" Then she jumped off the loading dock and pulled away in the
Ford.

Well, needless to say, we had quite a night, starting with cleaning up, which
she liked to do with a hose outside of the barn at her house. Then dinner and
dancing until the wee hours and then back to her house. By the morning, I
realized that God had not meant me for a life of priestly celibacy after all,
but rather a life dedicated to the appreciation of massive feminine muscle.

The End.

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