Spinach Skirmish
by the Power Company
Some women will do most anything for a man.


[This story was inspired by a comic we found at the Never Kick a Woman 2 group
at Yahoo. The creator of the comic is shadowninja. If you haven't been to the
group, check it out. - The Power Company]

Christina O'Connell putted along quietly through the streets of her small
town. She knew the route well, even though it had been weeks since she last
came this way. A right turn, then a quick left. Down this alley and then the
next. Her scooter practically drove itself to her destination. Her heart was
beating a little faster now as she parked the small motorbike. A quick glance
around confirmed that no one was watching or paying

attention. She dismounted and removed her helmet and glasses, shaking her
long, wavy, black hair free. A moment later, her helmet was locked to the
scooter, the glasses tucked away in her shoulder bag, and she was slipping
silently through the shrubbery.

What drove Christina to such measures? After all, she was a respected member
of the college faculty, professor of Women's Studies, well liked by her peers
and students, a successful woman whose brains were evenly matched by her good
looks. What could possibly be the reason for such secrecy and subterfuge? That
was easy, she thought, as she peered through the bushes at the backyard of a
well maintained home. Todd Stevens.

Christina had met Todd when he joined the faculty as an assistant coach of the
men's volleyball team. In a couple of years, he took over the reigns of the
women's volleyball program. Christina had played in high school and college
and maintained an interest over the years. Their paths crossed often whether
discussing volleyball or debating about the role of athletics in college or
working with a particular player that was struggling academically. Eventually,
their professional relationship changed into a decidedly physical one. And
what a physical relationship it was.

No one had made love to Christina like Todd could. He was tall and fit,
muscular, but not too much so. And when they were together, the rest of the
world just dropped away. Including the sometimes uncomfortable fact that Todd
had a wife and a kid. She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. The
dangerous aspect of their affair seemed to make their lovemaking even more
intense as the months and years went on.

But as of late, their schedules never seemed to match up. The season had been
over since early winter and now as the school was dragging through spring, she
still hadn't seen him for more than three months. She was beginning to despair
of ever being with him again until she got an email from him setting up
another hot rendezvous. So it was back to her old familiar route through the
alley and through the backyard, trying, as always, to avoid detection.

Christina had arrived early, hoping to surprise Todd by beating him to the
bedroom. This was the usual time for their meetings, Todd's wife Meredith was
working at the local school district, and his kid was in school. They could
have two full hours together and still have time to straighten things up
before she would slip away again. She silently pressed her key into the lock
and just as silently opened the door. A couple of steps through the laundry
room, then through the kitchen and up the stairs. She knew the routine well.

But this time, she was shocked to hear sounds coming from the kitchen. She
nearly cried out, betraying herself, but somehow managed to control her voice.
Standing as still and quiet as possible, she strained to hear who was making
the noise. For a moment, all she could hear was the pounding of her heart as
it nearly leapt out of her well endowed chest.

Finally, she could make out a voice, muttering to no one in particular. "I'll
just invite her in, sit her down, and talk to her, that's all."

It was Todd's wife, Meredith!

"I'll just ... just ..." Christina could hear her choking back quiet sobs.
What a whimpering simp, Christina thought, no wonder Todd wants me instead of
her. The voice in the kitchen continued, "... and if she refuses to let Todd
go ..." the voice trailed off again. Then Christina heard the sound of a ... a
can opener? "... if she refuses ... then its on to plan B. Or should I say ...
plan S. And I'll show her the door. And maybe the bottom of my shoe on her
perfect rear end!"

Plan 'S'? Christina wondered what Meredith meant by that. But the meaning of
her getting her butt kicked by this skinny little bitch was crystal clear.
Anger flared through Christina's body. She was almost ready to burst into the
kitchen and do some kicking of her own. But she decided to bide her time, to
find out what Meredith had up her sleeve.

A moment later, Christina heard Meredith sniffling back the last of her sobs.
"Ahem, well, I better get ready for her. I probably look a fright." She walked
upstairs to freshen up.

Christina seized her chance to emerge from hiding. She entered the kitchen and
began to look for what Meredith had been working on. She quickly scanned the
kitchen. There was a bowl of salad on the table, dishes in the sink, and an
open can of spinach with a fork in it. Plan 'S', she thought to herself, plan
'S'. Salad? Or spinach? She picked up the can of spinach and looked at it. It
was 'Sailor Brand' spinach with a logo of a squinty-eyed sailor with a pipe in
his mouth and flexing a big muscle. Something about the cartoon figure was
familiar, but Christina couldn't quite place the cultural reference.

Christina heard Meredith walking around upstairs, so in a panic, she decided
that it must be the spinach that her rival was referring to. She quickly
tucked the whole can into her shoulder bag and exited the house quietly. She
walked around to the front door with her usual confidence and rang the bell.

Moments later, a still rather flustered Meredith answered the door. Christina
feigned surprise that she was home, but complied with her request to come in
for a while. The two stood facing each other for the first time in the living
room. Meredith looked every inch the mid-forties housewife. Her short brown
hair was already turning gray and her figure had lost all of its youthful
hardness being replaced with the cushions of middle age on her legs and arms
and tummy. She was dressed in slacks and a loose blouse, which hid her smaller
than average breasts that she always held bound tightly in a small bra.

Christina on the other hand was more than four inches taller than her
counterpart. She sported a lean, toned, physique kept in shape by exercise and
outdoor activity. Her long black hair fell in cascades of waves around her
shoulders. Her tight blue jeans displayed her small waist and perfect butt,
while her leather jacket, unzipped half way down, showed a t-shirt that was
straining to contain her braless bosom. Her proud breasts jutted dramatically
outward as a clear indication of her superior sexiness that had beckoned many
men to her affections.

Meredith was clearly taken aback by the woman's appearance, but she gathered
up all of her courage and addressed her, "Dr. O'Connell, I won't beat around
the bush. I sent you the email to get you to come here. I know that you've
been sleeping with my Todd for quite a while now and I want you to break it
off." She stood nervously after her opening salvo, not quite sure what to do
with her hands, She finally folded them in front of her and gave herself a
little hug to keep her courage up.

Christina smiled condescendingly at the older woman. She knew she held all of
the power here. "I don't know what you hoped to accomplish by this little
meeting, but if you think you can persuade me to stop seeing 'your' Todd,
you're sadly mistaken. And further, if you ever had the courage to talk to him
about it, he would tell you to your face that he prefers me over you. A man
like Todd deserves a woman like me!" She shook her hair back and pushed her
tits out just a little more.

Meredith was almost beside herself with anger. Her face flushed and she
clutched herself tighter as her voice raised to her challenger, "No man
deserves a ... a ...," she was having trouble bringing herself to use such
course language, ' a ... 'bitch' like you!" She was visibly shaking from
anger.

Suddenly she turned away from Christina and walked quickly to the kitchen. "I
shouldn't have even bothered talking," she muttered to herself, but loud
enough for the other woman to hear, "I should have just done this first ...
try to be nice ... and civil ..."

Her voice cut off when she reached the kitchen. Followed by another angry
outburst, "Where is it? Where did it go?" Christina had followed her casually
through the house and to the kitchen. She removed her jacket and set it on top
of her shoulder bag by the door of the kitchen. She watched as Meredith
searched frantically around the room.

"Is this what you're looking for?" asked Christina innocently, producing the
spinach can from her bag and holding up for the distraught woman to see.

"You ...? How ...?" Meredith sputtered. Then she thrust her hand toward
Christina, "Give me that back, now!"

"It's just a can of spinach, dear, what on earth is so important ..."

Meredith didn't wait for Christina to finish her question. She lunged at the
younger woman, hoping to grab the spinach away. But Christina's reactions were
swifter than Meredith's movements. With her free hand she blocked Meredith's
arm upwards and tripped her with her foot. The stunned housewife went
sprawling, face first, across the f

loor.

"You're going to need a little more muscle, sweetie, if you're planning on
kicking my 'perfect rear end'. That's right, I overheard you planning earlier.
I let myself in with a key that Todd gave me years ago and I was standing in
the back room while you were in here." She paused while Meredith, in obvious
pain, tried to pick herself off the floor.

Meanwhile, Christina continued to study the can that the other woman wanted so
badly. "Is this supposed to make you big and strong like the fellow on the
can? Is that why you presumed to be able to kick my butt?" She stuck the fork
into the mass of green and pulled out about a quarter of the spinach that was
in the can. Tentatively, she raised it to her face and sniffed it, then
quickly placed it into her mouth and started chewing.

"NO!!" Meredith shouted, but Christina was already swallowing the first bite
and digging the fork back into the can for the rest. "Oh ... no ..." was all
that the feeble older woman could manage as she realized the consequences of
her foolish actions.

Soon the half of the contents of the can of spinach was consumed. Christina
wrinkled her nose, "Gyuck! That was probably the worst tasting crap I've ever
eaten. Now what exactly was this supposed to ... to ..." Her voice trailed off
as she began to feel something happening inside her.

It was like a tidal wave, an earthquake, and a hurricane all building up
inside her. Like every cell in her was coming to life for the first time. Like
someone had harnessed the power of an exploding star and plugged her into it.
The world around her fell away into white nothingness as her entire body
seemed to explode outward.

Christina felt a constriction across her chest and pushed against it,
inflating her lungs as best she could. Suddenly a large tear appeared down the
middle of her long sleeved T-shirt. Boobs bigger than any she had ever seen
before came bursting through, no longer contain by the material. Each
monumental mammary was crowned with a thick nipple and saucer sized aureole.

She flexed the muscles in her arms and was rewarded with relief from the
stretchy embrace of her long sleeves. Her biceps ballooned upwards through
long gashes in the sleeves of her shirt. A similar response came from the legs
of her jeans. Within seconds her clothes had been shredded from her explosive
growth. All that remained of her top were strips of rags hanging from her neck
and wrists, while the remnants of her pants puddled around her feet. With
quick, powerful tugs, she freed herself of the rags. The only article of
clothing to survive was her red thong underwear, which was having its
elasticity put to the test.

Christina O'Connell stood in the kitchen of her lover's home and flexed every
muscle in her body relishing the overwhelming feeling of power that coursed
through her. She was the biggest woman alive, and she loved it. Suddenly she
became aware of the other woman in the room. Like a frightened mouse, Meredith
was trying to escape the inevitable confrontation by scurrying out the door.
Christina stepped quickly and blocked her path.

She placed her hands on her hips and flared out her back. Her body filled the
doorway. She looked down at her prey and thought initially that the older
woman had shrunk. Then she realized that it was herself that had grown taller.
Meredith stopped dead in her tracks as she sized up the amazon in her kitchen.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the spinach can that had
fallen from Christina's hand during the growth sequence.

Meredith bent to retrieve the can, but was quickly stopped by a huge hand.
Christina gathered the smaller woman's blouse in one hand and effortlessly
lifted her off the floor.

"No way, old lady," Christina voice was deeper, resonating in her much larger
chest. "you're not going to get any vegetables today. In fact you'll be
drinking your meals through a straw for a couples of weeks after I'm done with
you today." She thrust her arm outward and propelled the hapless housewife
across the room while still holding on to her blouse. A half naked Meredith
hit the wall on the other side of the kitchen and slumped to the floor.

"So this was your great plan, eh? You were going to power up, give me a
beating, and expect you'd be done with me? Do you think that Todd would ever
choose someone like you, when he could have a real woman ...," she ran her
hands around her huge boobs and then raised one hand and flexed her monstrous
bicep, "... like me?"

Meredith was enraged by the muscle woman's taunts. She picked herself up and
grabbed a chair from the breakfast table, a tubular steel, 50's diner style
chair, and charged her opponent. She swung at Christina with every ounce of
strength she had left. The massive woman simply reached out and caught a leg,
blunting the attack. The two stood there looking at each other. Fear was
written all over Meredith's face, while Christina's countenance showed her
ultimate confidence.

Christina wrested control of the chair and smacked Meredith in the forehead
with the top of it. The older woman staggered backwards, stunned by the sudden
blow. Then Christina pushed the chair over the dazed woman's head, so that the
seat of the chair rested against her chest and the back supports straddled her
neck. With seemingly little effort, Christina bent the back rest down until it
pressed against Meredith's back and squeezed her chest tightly against the
seat.

Meredith cried out in pain, but was helpless to stop her spinach-powered foe.
Next, Christina bent the legs back so Meredith's arms were trapped against her
sides. "What a fool I was," Christina chatted as she easily bent the metal
legs, "all these years I tried to find power in knowledge, in feminism, even
in using my sex appeal. And all the time it was hiding in a little can of
spinach!" She picked up Meredith and the chair and drove the legs into the
wall, trapping the frightened woman. "Now this," she flexed her huge arm once
more in front of Meredith's face, "this is power!"

Christina saw the look of fear in Meredith's eyes as she stared at the swollen
muscle nearly touching her face. "How about a closer look, you hag. Just
imagine, you could have had all this." Christina moved her arm closer and
relaxed her muscle. Then she popped it back to its full height. The expanding
muscle hit with the force of a punch and knocked Meredith's head backwards.

Christina repeated it over and over again. Soon Meredith's head was banging
against the wall. She was helpless and about to pass out from the repeated
blows. "Ha! What a gas! I'm knocking you silly and I'm doing it just by
flexing my muscle!"

Just then, the front door slammed and a girl's voice called out, "Hello?
Anybody home? Power went out at school so they sent everybody home." The voice
was getting closer to the kitchen. Christina stopped her assault on Meredith
and turned to see Todd and Meredith's middle school daughter, Tammie, coming
towards the kitchen. "God, I'm

so hungry I could eat a ..." She stopped in mid thought as she stared at the
scene in the kitchen. A towering, naked, super muscled amazon was standing in
front of her mother, who was squeezed into a mangled chair and whose face
looked like it had done five rounds with George Foreman.

Without a second thought, Tammie screamed, "What are you doing to my mother!"
and launched herself at the superwoman. She reigned blow after ineffectual
blow on Christina's arms and back, yelling all the while, "Get away from her!
Let her go!"

Christina could barely feel Tammie's tiny fists bouncing off her massive
muscles. The girl was so skinny, mostly all knees and elbows. A strong wind
could have knocked her over. Still, the little twerp was a pest. So the
muscular professor swept her away with the back of her hand, knocking her
across the room. Tammie crashed into the kitchen table and fell to the floor.
Christina was looming over her a second later. She reached down, grabbed her
by her short blond hair, and yanked her to her feet.

"OWW! Let go, you damn monster!" the girl exclaimed.

"Such a mouth," the amazon scolded. She forced the girls face down into the
salad bowl, which miraculously was still on the table, "Maybe if I stuff your
mouth with something, you'll shut up!"

Tammie's mouth was open, ready to scream again, when suddenly she was face
down in the salad. Before she could close her mouth it was full of leafy green
veggies. She desperately began chewing so that she could get a breath of air.
She swallowed quickly and tried to get a breath. But more of the salad got
caught in her mouth. Try as she might, she couldn't get enough air. Everything
was going dark and she was nearly ready to pass out.

Christina laughed at the girl's feeble attempts to free herself. But when the
girl had seemed to calm down, she turned her attention back to Meredith, "It's
just you and me again, sweetie."

Meredith would have cried in fear and panic, but she was so badly beaten and
squeezed that nothing would come out. She barely had enough strength to lift
her head to look at her daughter.

Meanwhile, Tammie had managed to stumble away from the table, barely
conscious. She felt like she was going to throw up. Then she felt
light-headed. Then she felt an energy rushing through her like she had never
felt before. It seemed to be coming from her chest. She looked down and saw
her tiny t-shirt lifting up and stretching outward. There was a little heart
right in the middle of her shirt, between where her breasts would have been,
if she had had any. Which she didn't yet. But she was only 14 and she just
always hoped that she would be a late bloomer.

Suddenly it occurred to Tammie, that it was her boobs ... her boobs!! ... that
were stretching the fabric of her shirt. The growth continued at a faster and
faster rate until the material began to show little tears where it couldn't
stretch any further.

"Ma ... momma ...?" Tammie called out, terrified at what was happening to her.

Both Meredith and Christina turned to look at the girl just in time to see
what was left of her shirt explode outward as huge basketball-sized twin orbs
of tit flesh bounced gleefully out.

"What?"

"Oh good girl," Meredith managed to say, "you ate your salad just like mommy
always told you to..."

Christina looked back at Meredith, "Salad?"

"Didn't your mother ever tell you," Meredith was barely able to whisper, but
still managed a weak smile, "that fresh spinach is always better for you than
canned."

It finally dawned on Christina that she had forced Tammie's face into a bowl
full of spinach. She turned back to the growing teenager in time to witness
the destruction of the rest of her clothes as her whole body seemed to swell
outward, catching up to her boobs, at least somewhat. Muscle upon muscle piled
up in her arms and thighs. Her gigantic breasts pushed out even further and
higher as her pecs expanded while her waist hardened into living steel. Tammie
stared at her biceps as she flexed them higher and higher. They finally peaked
just below her wrist. She reached out one finger and tapped the top of it,
still not believing that a muscle of such size was really possible.

Christina instinctively knew from how fast the girl was growing that she had
to put Tammie out with her first punch because she may not get another. She
put everything she had into a combination punch, one to the mid-section and a
following one to the chin. The first fist landed solid, but bounced off
without the girl even noticing that she had been punched. Christina followed
quickly with a right to the jaw.

But Tammie saw that punch coming and caught the woman's hand inches away from
its intended target. Then she started squeezing Christina's hand, until it was
about to be crushed. Christina gritted her teeth and tried to withstand the
unbelievable pressure that this teen was exerting. Her mind was running
through options, and running out of possibilities. Suddenly, Tammie brought
her other hand up with a tremendous punch of her own and sent Christina
shooting up through the ceiling of the kitchen. Her head was embedded down to
her shoulders. She was so stunned by blow that she just stayed there, hanging
like a piņata waited to be whacked.

Tammie quickly turned back to her mother, "Mom ... look at me! What's
happening?"

"It's the spinach sweetheart. It made you big and strong."

She flexed her massive bicep again and stared at it in awe, "It's so weird ...
but so totally awesome, too. I'm like Supergirl or something."

The super powered teen grabbed the bowl of spinach. It wasn't even half-way
gone. Then she pulled one of the legs of the chair out of the wall and ripped
it off, freeing her mother's arm. "Here," she commanded her mother, "eat the
rest of this. Let's have some fun together."

Christina finally became aware of where she was and started to push up on the
ceiling to free herself. She came crashing back down to the floor only to have
Tammie turn around and delivery a thunderous roundhouse to her head. She shot
like a bullet into the living room and stopped only when she hit a big
bookcase. The shelves collapsed and the bookcase tipped over on top of her.

Tammie turned back to her mom, "I'll keep her busy for a while, mom, but
hurry!" Then she ran after the buried giant.

Christina lifted the oak bookcase off her like it was a piece of balsa wood.
She saw Tammie coming at her from the kitchen and swung the bookcase to meet
her attacker. The powerful professor swatted the super teen like a fly,
smashing her through a wall and into the next room.

"Good, got that pumped up twerp out of my hair for a second," Christina said
as she tossed the bookcase aside, "now to deal with mommy."

Christina stepped into the kitchen in time to see Meredith shove the last
handful of fresh spinach into her mouth and quickly swallow it. She had
somehow managed to wriggle her other arm free and was consuming as much
spinach as she could. A look of terror crossed her face as she saw Christina
walk into the kitchen instead of her daughter. But it was soon replaced by a
smile of confidence.

Meredith closed her eyes to revel in the power that was surging through her
body. Like her daughter, her growth started with her chest. Instinctively, she
flexed her pecs. The bottom of the chair that was firmly pressed against her
chest creaked. Then it groaned in protest as it started bending outward a
little. Finally it exploded as two huge tits forced their way through.

As fast as she could look side to side, Meredith's arms ballooned out with
dense, boulder like muscles. Her legs followed just as quickly. Then she
flexed every muscle to its fullest and burst free of her make-shift prison.

Christina took advantage of the momentary pause to launch a new attack at the
older woman. She aimed her big right fist at Meredith's now very attractive
and much younger looking face. Although she saw the punch coming, Meredith
made no attempt to stop the enraged amazon. The blow just seemed to glance off
her, leaving her completely unfazed. Undaunted, Christina continued to rain
blow after thunderous blow on her opponent. In the span of two seconds, she
hit her with ten shots that would each be enough to stop a bull elephant in
its tracks.

Through it all, Meredith did nothing to stop the onslaught. She smiled
serenely as she easily absorbed Christina's most powerful punches. Suddenly
she reached out and grabbed the taller woman by the throat.

"Okay, sweetcheeks, that's enough. Now it's my turn."

Meredith cocked back her fist. Christina stared in awe as the woman's bicep
swelled larger than her head. With a series of jack-hammer quick punches,
Meredith knocked Christina senseless. She released her grip on the nearly
unconscious woman and blasted her with one final shot that sent her flying
back into the living room. Right into the waiting arms of Tammie.

The titanic teen had regained her bearings and came back through the hole in
the wall she had made when she was swatted by Christina, just in time to catch
the aforementioned woman. She stood her upright and knocked her back to her
mother.

Meredith had emerged from the kitchen and flexed her whole body when she saw
Christina coming back towards her. The punch-drunk woman slammed into her like
she had hit a concrete wall. She slumped to the floor nearly unconscious.
Mother and daughter each picked up one arm of the beaten woman and held her
aloft.

"On the count of three, okay mom?"

They cocked their free hand and counted together, "One ... two ... three!"

The world suddenly went black for Dr. Christina O'Connell.

Later, the still massive college professor was propped up in a chair in the
kitchen of her 'former' lover's home still unconscious from the pounding she
received at the hands of her rival and her rival's daughter. A thick chain
held her bound to the chair. Her large breasts and muscles kept the heavy
chain taut with every inhalation.

A very naked and extremely muscular teenager came bounding into the room with
a coil of rope. "I found this rope in the basement, mom," she said as she came
in the room.

"Good, honey," Meredith said as she walked around to face their captive.
"That's a good strong climbing rope. It should do the trick."

"I can't believe how awesome it feels to be this big and strong!" Tammie said
as she handed the rope to her mother. "But we've had spinach before and
nothing like this has ever happened."

"It's not just the spinach, sweetie," Meredith said as she took the rope.
"There's a secret to it that my mother told me years ago. About when I was
your age, I guess. But I never tried it until today. I guess my mother was
smarter than I ever gave her credit for."

The pair wrapped several loops around her arms, binding her even tighter.
Suddenly it struck Meredith that they were both mostly naked (except for their
underpants, which were stretched to the limit). As she finished wrapping up
Christina's legs, she sent Tammie to find some over-sized t-shirts that her
father wore to sleep in.

A minute later, Tammie was back wearing the largest shirt she could find and
carrying another for her mother. The shirt was so tight on her that it looked
almost painted on. But even the huge shirt was too small for her massive arms,
which had split the sleeves open to the shoulders.

Meredith tugged her shirt on with great difficulty, having the same problem as
her daughter. As she pulled it down to just below her waist, she heard the
sound of a car pulling into the driveway. With great anticipation, she looked
out the kitchen window to verify that it was Todd. Her expression of joy
quickly turned to outrage.

"What's wrong, mom?" Tammie asked, concerned for her mother, "Is dad okay?"
The young girl looked out the window with her mother. It was indeed her
father's car, but he was not alone in it. Tammie saw a woman in the
passenger's seat, a big chested blonde, probably just a few years older than
herself. She gasped in disbelief as she watched her father lean over and start
kissing and fondling the woman.

Slowly, the outrage in Meredith's eyes turned to steely determination. This
man that she was so desperately fighting for moments ago was even more of a
dog than she had ever imagined. She knew that she could never trust him or
love him again. He didn't deserve the loyalty and fidelity that she was so
willing to give him before. No, she knew what he really deserved.

"Tammie," she said calmly, almost detached from the whole situation, "reach
into that cupboard and hand me another can of spinach, please."

The young girl complied with her mother's request, "Mom, you aren't going to
hurt dad, are you?

Meredith turned toward her daughter as if in a trance, "Me? Hurt your father?"
She took the can of spinach from Tammie and looked down at it, "No I could
never do that. Even now that I know what kind of man he is, after all these
years of suspecting what was going on but trying to deny it, after living with
his lies probably for the whole time we've been married ... no ... I could
never bring myself to hurt him. But ..."

Meredith grasped the can of spinach and with as much effort as she would have
used to tear a piece of tissue paper before, she ripped the top off the can.
"I told you that there was a secret to this, Tammie. Here it is." She held her
hand over the top of the open spinach can and solemnly intoned, "By the Power
of Popeye!"

Tammie saw a slight green glow rise from the can. It glowed brighter like a
ball of green energy surrounding her mother's hands. Then it faded away.

"Open Dr. O'Connell's mouth," Meredith instructed her awestruck daughter.

"But mom, she's already so ..."

Meredith gave Tammie a look that told her she was serious. Without another
word of protest, Tammie gently pushed the slumbering woman's head back and
held her chin down. Meredith poured the entire slimy contents of the can in
her mouth, crushing the can in her powerful grip to squeeze out the last drop
of spinach juice. Then tossing the can aside, she forced Christina to chew and
swallow the spinach.

Christina felt herself being forced to swallow something slimy and disgusting.
It brought her back to consciousness immediately. She could feel the glob of
something sliding down her throat and it nearly made her throw up. But almost
immediately, that sensation was replaced by another, more pleasing feeling. A
power began coursing through her body. She began to feel warm all over even
though she was practically naked.

Suddenly, the warmth was replaced by an intense heat, like she was about to
burst into flames. Christina could feel a power rising within her unlike
anything she had felt, even more intense than what had happened to her just
minutes before. She felt like a nuclear explosion was going on inside her. No,
two nuclear explosions! One in each arm!

She thrust her chest out, and boobs harder than steel burst through the heavy
chains that tried to contain them. Pieces of shrapnel flew in all directions.
With a quick flex of her now monstrously large biceps, the strong ropes
snapped like they were made of spider webs. Her huge, powerful thighs repeated
the feat with the ropes that bound her legs.

In a flash, Christina was standing and holding Meredith and Tammie by the
necks, effortlessly lifting them off the ground. Tammie grabbed the
ultra-amazon's upper arm to try to pry herself loose, but for all her
magnificent strength she wasn't able to budge even the little finger. She
looked down at Christina's bulging muscles and realized that her own thigh, as
large as it was now, was smaller than this woman's biceps.

"Ha! Look at me now, you pathetic worms!" Christina gloated as she began to
apply unbelievable pressure to their throats, "I'm bigger than both of you
combined! I could snap you in two like ... like ..."

Her voice trailed off as she looked out the window and saw Todd's car. And
what was happening in the front seat of Todd's car. Just as Meredith had
planned it. Stunned, she relaxed her grip and the two thankful women gasped
for air. Finally she dropped the two to the floor. Her whole world was in a
tailspin. She always knew what to do, always so sure of her next move. Now
everything was confusing. She continued to stare out the window in
bewilderment.

Meanwhile, Todd was finally undoing the last of three hooks on the back of the
bra that held this girl's marvelous tits in check. He continued his assault on
her mouth with his tongue while his other hand busily massaged her tremendous
mammaries. What was her name again, he thought, oh yeah, Debbie. Double-D
Debbie. That's what some of the boys on campus called her. He mentally checked
off the agenda for the afternoon. Two hours of wild sex and that would still
leave an hour to straighten up and shoo the girl away until next week.
Everything will go like clockwork. Just like always. Then Tammie and Meredith
will be home and we'll have dinner, like nothing happened at all.

Inside Todd's home, Meredith beckoned silently to Tammie to step away from the
window. Christina just looked out and shook her head, "No ... no ... Todd ...
I love you ... I'm your girlfriend ... not ... her ..." Suddenly her tone took
on a frightening timber, "NOT HER!!" Remembering that she was now endowed with
super strength, Christina balled her fists and slammed them into the wall of
the kitchen.

Suddenly a shower of glass and wood exploded over the car. Todd froze in fear.
Debbie screamed and pulled away from Todd. Christina leapt out of the house
and landed directly in front of the car. She flexed her gigantic muscles as
she yelled, "NOT HER!! NOT HER!!"

Debbie got the message loud and clear. In a flash, she was out of the car and
jogging away as fast as her bouncing boobs would allow. Todd, thinking only of
his

own safety, started the car and shoved it into reverse. The engine roared to
life as Todd revved it to the max, but the car didn't move. Todd looked
frantically for the cause. The parking brake was off, the clutch was engaged,
the engine was running. Then he looked out the front window.

Christina was holding onto the front end of the sports car with just one hand,
not allowing Todd to escape. She snarled at Todd then punched her other hand
through the hood of the car. Her single punch smashed into the engine and
knocked it clean off its mountings. It sputtered and died. Todd was beginning
to suspect that was going to be his fate, too.

Christina was around the side of the car before Todd could react. She tore his
door off the car with an easy tug. "Why Todd?" she said as she folded the door
in half with her bare hands and then folded it again, "Why did you betray me
with that ... that ... is that why I haven't seen you these last months?" She
tossed the door aside and ripped the top of the car back, exposing the
thoroughly frightened Todd. She grabbed his seat belt that was still strapped
around him with her index finger. She lifted the belt with her one finger, and
the whole car came with it. Her bicep ballooned outward like she had somehow
stuffed a volleyball under her skin.

Todd could only stare in utter terror at the unbelievable size of this woman's
muscles. If she could do all this so easily, it was only a matter of time
until she used those muscles to crush the life out of him. Finally he pulled
his eyes off her muscles and looked her in the face. Suddenly it hit Todd that
this was ... Christina ... Christina O'Connell.

"Chris?" he asked, dumbfounded, "Is that really you? What have you done to
yourself?"

Christina was so mad she could spit nails. Was this all he could say? No
apologies? Not even begging for forgiveness? She grabbed the underside of the
car and lifted it high above her head then slammed it down onto the driveway.
The tires exploded. What was left of the engine compartment collapsed. Todd's
head was knocked backwards from the airbag.

But Christina wasn't done. She stretched her mighty arms across the hood of
the car and started squeezing the front end, crumpling it like aluminum foil.
With the airbag in his face, she could barely hear Todd screaming in pain as
his feet were crushed along with his car.

Suddenly, Christina felt herself growing weaker. The effects of the spinach
were wearing off. The sudden loss of power disoriented her. She felt like her
head was spinning. She released the car and stumbled towards the house,
looking for something solid with which to prop herself up so she could regain
her bearings.

Somehow, Todd managed to squeeze himself out of the car and collapsed to the
ground, nursing his injured feet and his bleeding nose. He saw Christina
leaning against the house, naked except for her underwear. Her muscles had
shrunk down to their former size and she was holding her head with one hand
while attempting to cover her breasts with the other, trying to make sense of
what was happening.

Inside the house, Meredith and Tammie had witnessed the entire confrontation.
Several times Meredith had to stop Tammie from interfering with Christina's
raging. She knew that Christina was currently too powerful to tangle with but
that her affection for Todd would stop her from really hurting the man. As
they saw Christina beginning to lose her spinach-enhanced muscle, Meredith
knew it was time for them to go. She figured that because of the extra spinach
that they had given her, Christina grew much more powerful than they had, but
the effect would wear off much faster. She was hoping that she and Tammie
could pack a few things and get away from the house while still under the
influence of the magic vegetable.

Outside, Christina was finally making sense of everything that had occurred.
She carefully stepped through the glass and wood splinters and crawled back
into the kitchen. She retrieved her jacket, which she quickly used to cover
her exposed upper body. Then she searched for a pair of biking shorts that she
always had tucked away in her bag for emergencies and slipped them on. She
tried to steal away quietly out the back door. All she wanted to do was to get
on her scooter and ride away from this place and forget all about Meredith and
Todd and this whole sordid affair.

But Todd was hobbling towards the back door just as Christina was coming out.
He had found a 2x4 in the rubble to use as a makeshift cane. He stopped and
lifted his board, pointing it at his former lover, "You did this! You ruined
my house, my car. You nearly crippled me! You stupid ..."

Christina yanked the board away from Todd and hit him square in the chin with
a perfect right roundhouse. The injured man spun around from the force of the
blow and collapsed once more to his knees. Christina was not aware of it, but
her double dose of spinach had left her with an increase in her normal
strength. Compared to how strong she had been minutes before, this seemed like
nothing. But actually her normal strength had increased ten-fold.

Driven by her anger and not realizing that it would have been impossible for
her to do normally, she lifted the board in both hands and brought it down on
her knee, snapping it in two. She threw the pieces down at Todd.

"Don't ever talk to me again! And just wait until the Dean hears about your
dating habits!" She stormed away, ripping her way through the perfectly
manicured shrubbery in his backyard and roaring away on her scooter (as much a
a scooter can roar).

At the same time, Meredith and Tammie were closing the front door and walking
down the sidewalk carrying two suitcases each. They crossed the street and
walked to the next block. Meredith had left her car there so as to not betray
her presence. Soon they were on their way to Meredith's mother's house. As
they drove, the spinach began to wear off. Meredith pulled over into an empty
parking lot until the disorientation passed.

The older woman closed her eyes and held her head as she felt the energy rush
out of her and her muscles deflated to their original size. Then she looked at
her daughter, who was experiencing the same thing. Except that she looked
different now. Older, perhaps. Then it struck her.

Tammie's basketball sized boobs had shrunk down quite a bit, but there was
still lots of tit left tenting out the material of her T-shirt. Tammie finally
opened her eyes and looked down at her own chest.

"Oh wow! Mom! The rest of me looks like it did before," she said excitedly as
she cupped her big breasts, "but look! Ohh, they feel so good! Can I keep
them? Will they go away, too?" With the last question she looked up at her
mother and gasped. "Mom!" was all she could say.

Meredith finally looked down at her own chest, only to see two unfamiliar
bulges in her shirt. "Oh my god!," she said as she felt her own pair of tender
titties, "Oh, I finally have breasts - honest to goodness boobs!"

"But ... mom ... look at your face!"

Meredith looked in the mirror. It wasn't her normal reflection that looked
back. Or perhaps it was, but as she might have looked twenty years before. She
was so young looking that she could have been easily mistaken for Tammie's
older sister instead of her mother.

"It must have been the spinach," was all Meredith could say as she turned her
face side to side to see if it really was herself in the mirror.

"Didn't you day that Grandma told you about spinach when you were my age?"

"Yeah?"

"Hmmmm ... I had always wondered why she had such a big chest while you and I
were always so small."

They smiled at each other and said in unison, "Must have been the spinach!"

The End.

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