The Transformation by Mac Can a machine transform her into a super woman? At a local bodybuilding event I saw the biggest guy I had ever seen. He won by a mile and seemed to be at least twice as big as his closest contestant. Even though I am a woman, I always was envious of big, beefy guys. I always wanted to have strong muscles like them, always dreamed about being really big and strong. So after seeing this monster of a man, I had to find out how he got so huge. I went back stage and got to meet him. He said his name was Ed Smith. He said he had a secret to super-muscular growth. When I asked more about it, he said it might not work on a woman. But I finally talked him into sharing his secret with me. He took me back to his house and led me into his basement. I thought he might be going to try something funny. But then he showed me a weird looking machine he had built. He called it his Transformer. He said it channeled power directly into muscles causing them to grow to tremendous size. He turned on the machine and told me to stand against the wall. It started to hum as it warmed up. It began to draw more and more power from the house current and suddenly a bright blue beam exploded from the machine and slammed into my chest. It knocked me hard against the wall and I began to notice a specific power rising in me. I felt a deep burn in very muscle in my body. It felt like the entire output of a nuclear reactor was forcing its way into my body. It felt like every muscle in my body began to swell. I looked down at my chest and saw my chest muscles becoming more defined filling with the power from the machine. I could not believe what was happening. Even my boobs, which had always been tiny, started to grow and fill out. I was growing at a phenomenal pace. Growing thicker and more muscular. I could feel my back muscles inflating with size forcing my shirt to stretch to the limit. My shirt seems were straining as my muscles continued to inflate with size. Suddenly my shirt could take no more and began ripping down the front. My newly developed tits erupted from the ripped shirt. I looked down at my arms and they looked as thick as my legs used to. I flexed and my biceps bulged unbelievably. I heard another ripping sound and looked down as my huge thighs tore loose of my jeans. I ripped the shirt from my body like it was tissue paper and gazed at myself. I was as big as a light-weight male bodybuilder but growing more and more by the second. I was growing like a mutating weed. Just then my shoes burst open as my feet grew too huge for my sneakers to contain them. I noticed I was getting taller as my body fed off the power of the machine. I felt like a giant volcano, my muscles erupting with power. I could hear and feel my skin growing and stretching to cover my muscles that were blowing up like balloons. I was now about as big as a male heavyweight bodybuilder, about the size of Franco Santoriello. I was astounded at my size. Now I knew how it felt to be a genetic mutant, like a human giant. But I was still getting bigger. My arms were forced further and further from my torso as my lats inflated with size. I thought I would stop because by then I must have been bigger than any heavyweight. I was almost as big as Ed, but I was still getting huger. He looked at me with astonishment as I continued to grow. It felt like I was absorbing the muscle of all the best bodybuilders. Bigger than Lee Haney, more massive that Lou Ferrigno and a giant compared to Arnold Shwarszennager. I was even bigger and more freaky than Mike Matterazo but I was still growing.. I was getting bigger and BIGGER AND BIGGER! I never thought the human body could be so huge. Thick slabs of bulging muscles were swelling to incredible proportions. I felt like I had swallowed a super steroid that was pumping my muscles up beyond belief. My biceps must have been 30 inches and still growing. I was about 6 foot 5 and still growing huger. My body ran slick with sweat. My heart was beating like a mighty forge. My lungs were like giant bellows. I held my arms and head back and reveled in the orgasmic feeling of incredible power. I looked down and noticed that my breasts were the size of basketballs. My stomach muscles were swelling like a washboard. It felt like a nuclear bomb was going off inside me. My muscles were still swelling with size as huge, bulging, freaky veins like garden hoses tore loose pumping super charged blood to my muscles. Suddenly even my underwear could not stand the strain and ripped from my body. My hair, which had been short and straight, now hung in long waves past my volleyball sized shoulders. I felt like the incredible hulk but 10 times stronger! I felt as big as 50 Phil Hernons. My muscles were beginning to shake and I thought they would explode. But I still wanted more, I wanted to be HUGE! Power continued to pour into my body. I could feel my muscles straining to get bigger and bigger. More and more power was feeding into my muscles. I felt like my body was going to explode as my muscles were forced to grow larger and larger. I felt like I was on the edge of my body blowing apart. Just then the machine raced to a higher pitch and the beam became a lighting bolt of power. I howled like a raging animal bursting free of its cage. The entire house shook as I was blasted beyond any human mortal. The power of the gods slammed into my body. The machine was transforming my body into a mountain of muscle and power. I was absorbing tremendous power pushing my body past the merely human and into the superhuman category. Waves and waves of incredible power thundered into my body blowing my muscles up beyond belief. I held my arms into the beam to direct the power directly to my swelling muscles. My arms began to glow with power spreading throughout my gargantuan body. I was a veritable goddess of muscular power. I felt like I was the center of the universe, like exploding suns were feeding my body with power of an entire universe. Lightening bolts of power danced between my fingers. I closed my powerful hands in a fist and tremendous power surged to them. They glowed a brilliant fire filled with power. My blood was on fire. My heart beat like thunder in my ballooning chest. I felt like a sun goddess atop a mountain. I felt like I could move a whole mountain range. Limitless power was feeding into my body. I raised my mighty arms over my head and felt the incredible power of . . well, a goddess and screamed "P O W E R!" The machine finally shut down. I stood there, my boobs jiggling from my heart pounding in my mighty chest. I could not believe what had happened. I just stood there reveling in the feeling of incredible power. I walked over to the full length mirror and gazed at my new body. I was shocked at the dimensions of my body. I had grown beyond my wildest dreams. I was still surrounded by the glow of power but it was fading as my muscles continued to absorb it. Steam streamed from my body like a newly sculptured sword hot off the forge. My whole body was a deep golden brown showing every cut and every bulge. I slowly started to shrink back a little as my muscles finished absorbing all of that luscious power. Even though I wasn't as big as before, all of that power just compressed itself into my monstrous muscles. I stood over 6 feet tall. I had a body bigger than any bodybuilder and the power of six thousand men! I was shocked at my face. It was full and chiseled cleared of every blemish, and still incredibly feminine. In fact, I was beautiful. My eyes shone a deep sparkling blue. I had a huge smile on my face and my teeth sparkled pure white. I had the ultimate female face more feminine than any model. My neck was thick as a barrel, though. My shoulders were like basketballs. I raised my arms in a double bicep pose and my biceps rose like mountains. They must have been 40 inches. My hands were twice as big as before. I ran my hands over my upper arm but not even my monstrous hands could encompass them. My back looked like I had wings. I was wider than a doorway! I must have been three feet thick. My boobs looked like two beachballs, bulging out from my chest, supported by my eight inch thick pecs. My stomach was thin, waspish compared to the rest of me, and well muscled. My thighs were like tree trunks, thick cuts of muscle sweeping out from my body. Paul "Quadzilla" Demayo had twigs compared to these tree trunks. My calves were like cows and my feet were huge, too big for any shoe. I grabbed a brick that was lying on the floor and flexed. It broke into powder like a twig. I walked over to the scale and climbed up. I raised the weight to 200 pounds and it didn't move. I raised it to 300, 325, finally it settled on 350 pounds. 350 POUNDS! I was twice as heavy as any female bodybuilder! I threw on a XXX large tank top that barely fit over my massive upper body. The material covering my chest was pulled taut over my humungous tits and my nipples nearly ripped right though the fabric. I Pulled on some skin tight spandex shorts that belonged to Ed. They ballooned out, stretched to their limit over my thighs. I walked out of the house and people actually stopped and gazed at my body. I walked into the local gym and very man drooled with lust, the women gazed with envy. People stared in awe of my body. Power, energy, youth (I felt like I was only 18), and ultimate femininity radiated from my body. Mike Matarrazzo was working out. I used to look at him in my husband's magazines and I thought that he was pretty big, but he was a flea compared to me. He stopped and gazed up at me in amazement. I stood next to him, just to make him feel jealous. "When did they start lettin' freaks in here?" he said as he stared at me. "Freaks? I'll show you freaks, you wimp!" With that I grabbed a 90 pound plate. Without taking my eyes off him, I ripped it in two like a piece of tissue paper. Then I rolled it into a ball like it was made out of modeling clay. I was really getting turned on by showing off this way, and so was Mike judging by the bulge in his pants. "Don't cum in yer pants just yet, Mike," I said as I gave him a little pinch on the butt, "There's more to come!" I walked over to a Universal Gym and lifted the whole thing into the air with one hand. And I didn't even break a sweat. It must have weighed about 4000 pounds. I started doing one hand presses. When I got up to 20 reps, I set it back down. "So what do you think now, Mikey?" I asked as I hit the most incredible double-bicep shot ever seen. I slowly tightened my arms and those monster bi's kept rising and rising. And Mike's big boner kept up pace with my guns. Finally, I topped out at 42 inches. And poor Mike had had all the excitement he could stand. I saw a huge wet spot forming where the top of his cock had been. As I stood there, in my best pose, Mike came over to me and began to rub my biceps and tits and nipples, I cried in pleasure and suddenly woke up. I had been having the ultimate wet dream. But now I was back in my bed laying next to my husband. He reached over and began to touch my breasts. Suddenly he woke up too. "Honey? Honey...is that really you?" He kept touching me. "Of course, why..?" "You just seem to be ... bigger ... and a whole lot more ...firmer than before." His hand began exploring my shoulders and my arms. "Oh my GOD!" I sat up with a start and saw him holding on to my arms, mouth open wide, eyes staring at me. I raised my arms and saw what he was staring at. My once skinny arms were practically exploding with muscle, easily the size of Lenda Murray biceps. And my boobs were sitting high on my chest and at least two cup sizes bigger than before. "Oh my GOD ... you're so incredibly SEXY!!" my husband finished. "I love you! I want you!!" With that he began to take off his pyjamas. "Here let me help you with those" I said calmly, loving how powerful I felt. I grabbed hold of his pyjamas and tore them to shreds ripping them off. Then I grabbed my t-shirt and did the old Superman rip - slow and sexy. My big new boobs bounced out, happy to be free of their confinement. Then my thick chest followed. Finally I threw what little remained on to the floor. We didn't get much sleep that night. But finally we collapsed out of exhaustion. Well, he was exhausted. I wanted to get back to Ed Smith's basement for another shot of his muscle machine. Sweet dreams!