Boney Bonnie 
by Paul Schilling (halfahubinc@aol.com)
Fresh is a lot better than canned


Special thanks to UnclSl for the notes
 
      Bonnie had always been skinny and fast. She'd been running for a 
good half hour, until she made that fatal left turn into a blind alley, 
and ran smack dab into a wall. "Crap!" she exclaimed as she turned 
around and saw her adversary lumbering towards her. The tough girl, 
Bess, was large and hated to be called 'Bessy.' 
      "I'm gonna beat the stuffing out of you, you boney slut!" Bess 
shouted at the top of her lungs and began to slowly flex her muscles. 
Her school blouse began to rise out of her skirt as she inflated her 
chest. Though the girl wasn't hugely muscled, her sleeves did rise and 
tighten somewhat. 
      "Is that all you have?" Bonnie smirked as she reached into her 
purse and pulled out a 22 oz. can of spinach and, with her remaining 
strength, popped the lid. "Watch this." Bonnie raised and leisurely 
flexed her puny arm as she lifted the can of the dynamic vegetable to 
her lips. 
      And then... "Not today, Bones. I know all about you and your 
spinach." Bess snatched the can out of Bonnie's hand and swallowed the 
content. She choked it down and tossed the can to the alley floor. 
"YUCH!!! I don't see how you can stomach this stuff. Maybe this stuff 
just works... on... oh yeah..." Bess said softly as Bonnie watched with 
horror. 
      Bess began to grow powerful muscles. She flexed an arm and watched 
as it peaked through the sleeve of her shirt and her blazer; a full 
rounded biceps grew where one was slightly seen before. She watched 
herself broaden. Bess pointed herself at Bonnie as her pectorals grew 
and thrust her breasts forward as the buttons on her ill fated blouse 
flew like tiny projectiles. 
      Hey!... Ouch, those hurt," yelled Bonnie as she stood there trying 
to dodge the deadly buttons. 
      Bess stood there and laughed as she watched her muscles ripple and 
roll beneath her skin. By the time she was done mutating, she was amazed 
at how broad and thick her shoulders were. Her biceps went from being 
just full and round to becoming the size of softballs when she flexed. 
Her thighs were like tree trunks and they ripped through her skirt as 
she walked towards the bewildered little girl. 
      "Don't come any closer, or I'll..." Bonnie said. 
      "Or you'll what?" Bess interrupted, grabbing the skinny girl by 
the collar. 
      "By the way," the muscle girl asked laughingly, "does this happen 
ALL the time?" 
      "Uh, huh!" Bonnie choked out. 
      "Look at this arm, will you?" Bess forcibly shoved Bonnie's face 
into the straightened arm. "Now look real close." Bess flexed her free 
arm with ease. The softball size biceps rose on her thick arm and hit 
Bonnie in the face, sending her back into the brick wall. 
      As Bonnie slid down the wall, Bess turned her back and tore off 
the badly ripped school blazer, flexing her lats like wings. She turned 
her head a quarter turn and said, "Give me more." 
      "Right," Bonnie, disoriented, said as she stood up, "I'll run 
right down to the market and pick you up a can. You stay right here... 
I'll be right back." 
      "Oh, no, you don't!" Bess picked up Bonnie by the roots of her 
hair and started 'playfully' beating on her... first her face, then her 
chest. Finally, hitting her in the stomach, Bess imbedded Bonnie in the 
wall. She walked over and got face to face with the beaten Bonnie and 
ripped open Bonnie's dirty blouse. 
 "These things are so small, they're almost not worth hitting," Bess 
laughed. 
 "Here, let me show you what a pair of tits are really like." Leaning 
forward, Bess arched her back and started to pump her pecs, pummeling 
Bonnie senseless with her boobs until she falls. She picked up the 
senseless girl by the hair and slowly flexed her free arm. "Now watch 
this: I picked this up from watchin' cartoons." 
      Bonnie's blackened eyes widen as the softball sized muscle rose 
again. This time, a picture of a lit bomb appeared on her biceps and as 
it turned, Bonnie read the words: '10 MEGATONS.' 
      Bonnie gulped as she watched Bess' arm beginning to tremble with 
power. "You know where this is goin', don'cha." Bess said, smiling as 
she watched her muscle grow and peak higher then before. Then, with one 
snap of her elbow, all that built up power travelled from the biceps 
into the tough girl's fist. She threw Bonnie into the air and, with the 
power of a bomb, landed a right upper cut to the boney jaw and sent our 
heroine at least a half mile up and at least a half mile down the road. 
"Sweet dreams, Skinny." 
      With sheer erotic happiness, Bess goes into a crab flex. Loud rips 
from the remaining blouse could be heard as muscle was forced on top of 
muscle while she watched Bonnie sail away. She relaxed her flex and 
picked up the discarded can. 
 "With this stuff and a few workouts," Bess laughed, "no one'll dare 
call me 'Bessy' anymore." She crumpled the can and disregarded it. "Now, 
it's my turn," and with that, she walked away. 
 
      But what of Bonnie? 
      Bonnie's anorexic body flew up and up. Then, as fast as she was 
hit, she came down hard, landing in one of the local gardens. She 
dizzily picked herself up and promptly fell again, unconscious. Lying 
there in her own dreams, Bonnie went back to a time when she first 
discovered that spinach had that body building quality. 
      She was eight years old, and refused to eat her vegetables. Her 
older brother was ordered by their mother to make sure she'd eat 
everything left on her plate. He looked out of the dinning room window 
to see his friends playing in the make-shift ball field they had. 
"C'mon," they said. 
      "I can't," he yelled back, "I gotta sit here until Brat eats her 
spinach." That's when an idea hit him. 'I know what I'll do...' he 
thought. He grinned devilishly as he yelled out to his buddies, "I'll be 
right out!" He got some rope and tied Bonnie up. "If you ain't gonna eat 
this stuff by yourself, I'll help you." He forced Bonnie's mouth open 
and not only fed her what was on her plate, but force-fed her what was 
left in the dish on the table. As her brother got ready to go out and 
play, Bonnie started to feel her strength grow and, as it did, so did 
her muscles. All of a sudden, Bonnie's eight year old body burst through 
the rope as if it was string and, as if by magic, her skinny body began 
to fill out with muscles until she looked like a miniature bodybuilder. 
She rolled up her sleeves and watched as a small hard biceps grew. As it 
did, she got an idea of her own. "Oh, Bobbie," she sang out. 
      "Now what?!" big brother said in a whiney voice. 
      "I got somepin' to show you," she answered back. 
      "Well, hurry..." he stopped mid-sentence as he turned around and 
faced his little sister. "...up." 
      Bonnie grabbed her brother by the front of his sweatshirt and 
lifted him off the ground. "Now, wait... wait a minute, Squirt," he 
nervously said as he dangled off the ground a couple of inches. 
      "I ain't waitin' no more," she said as she slowly flexed her arm. 
Both kids, one watching in sheer horror, the other in sheer delight, 
looked on as a biceps the size of a tennis ball rose. The more Bonnie 
held it, the harder and larger it appeared to get. 
      "Mom!" Bobbie screamed. 
      "Quit picking on your little sister," came a voice from the 
kitchen. "If she's finished her plate, you can go out and play." 
      "Yes, Ma'am... gulp," Bobbie fearfully said. 
      "Okay, Mommie," Bonnie said happily as she watched her arm surge 
with power. Then, all of a sudden... "CRAAAACK!" Bonnie sent her brother 
sailing through the open window. She looked out the window and flexed 
both arms. "Just remember who's stronger. 
      Bonnie wiped her hands and proudly walked into the kitchen, ready 
to show off her muscles, but her mother had exited by the other door. 
She shrugged her shoulders, got a chair, and climbed up to the vegetable 
cupboard and grabbed a family size can of spinach and went up to her 
room. "Now watch this," she told her dolls. She gritted her teeth, 
popped the lid, and started chomping down on the contents of the can. 
 
      As Bonnie happily chomped away at the contents of the can in the 
past, in the present she began chewing what had collected in her mouth. 
As she swallowed, her eyes opened wide and she felt strength flow into 
her body. She automatically sat up and noticed several things. Her upper 
body expanded slightly as her nipples hardened, and several buttons 
popped on her blouse. She looked at her left arm. To her amazement, her 
whole arm looked thicker. She slowly began to flex it. At one time, her 
arm barely topped off at 10"; now it reached to an amazing 16", crowned 
with a network of veins. She lowered her arm and looked around for a 
sign, and found it. "'SPINACH', and fresh too!" She grabbed handful 
after handful and shoveled it in her mouth. When she could eat no more, 
she grabbed two more handfuls, took a deep breath, and began to flex her 
upper body and methodically ate the last two handfuls. Her entire upper 
body began to pulsate with power as she watched her blouse bust at the 
seams. She ripped off the blouse, looked down and smiled as her 
undershirt, at one time loose fitting, was struggling now to hold its 
own against her muscular chest. She then flexed her leg muscles which 
were growing big and hard. "I feel like jumping for joy, 'cause I feel 
so strong," she cried out. "Besides, I have a score to settle." She 
slowly bent her legs, her thighs flaring out, rending the seams of her 
own skirt. Her calves burst forth through the back of her knee 
stockings, looking like diamonds as they flexed. Before she did anything 
else, she filled her purse to the brim with spinach. 
      With power oozing out from her, she leapt back to where the fight 
took place, but Bess had left. 
      Bonnie could hear Bess' big mouth. Bonnie vaulted over one wall, 
stopped, and put her ear to the next one. It was Bess all right. Bonnie 
looked over the wall, watched, and listened as Bess was bullying some 
lower classmen. "...And things are gonna change with these big muscles, 
and you won't have that spinach eating bag-o-bones protecting you, 
either!" 
      One of the girls glanced up and saw Bonnie looking over the wall, 
motioning them to back up. Then Bonnie fell behind the wall. 'Spinach 
eating bag-o-bones am I?' Bonnie thought. 'I'll show her.' Bonnie 
reached into her purse and started voraciously eating the contents 
within. The intoxicating power swept through her body like a tidal wave, 
finally ending up in her hands. She made fists which caused the muscles 
to form like two sledgehammers. She slightly flexed her arms, causing 
her biceps to rise and fall like pistons. As her muscles moved faster 
and faster, they caused her sledgehammer fists to move back and forth, 
and she started hitting the wall. As the wall crumbled, Bonnie screamed 
at the top of her lungs, 
 "Hey Bessy! I wouldn't turn around if I were you, bitch!" 
      All three girls turned around just as Bonnie broke through. As the 
smoke and dust cleared, Bess' mouth dropped, "Oh no... YOU!" 
      "Yes, me!" exclaimed Bonnie as she stood flexing her upper body 
until her arms peaked well above her head and her chest massively hid 
half her angry face. "Now, 'Bessy,' let's you and me fight." Before Bess 
could say anything, Bonnie was all over her with rights and lefts. Bess 
became a mass of black and blue, and she began to slouch. Bonnie stopped 
and lifted Bess by the chin and flexed both arms. Veins pulsated to the 
surface of her arms as a picture formed on one of the oversized biceps: 
a toon battleship, firing all cannons at once! She flexed the other one, 
and an island appeared, which was promptly hit by a barrage of bombs 
causing a balled shockwave. The ball traveled through her shoulders one 
way, knocking the left biceps into her hand, causing it to grow. As she 
fisted her left, she sent the same ball back through to her right, 
causing her other fist to grow. Bess' almost swollen eyes opened wide as 
she saw two massive fists joining together as one to become a sledge 
that knocked her into the sky. Bonnie and the other two girls looked up. 
Bonnie told one of them, "Here, hold this," and gave the girl her purse. 
Then, flexing her powerful legs, she thrust herself up higher than Bess. 
"You know, Bessie, the only reason I didn't tittie punch you is because 
I wanted to do THIS!" Bonnie ripped open her undershirt, exposing two 
large bowling-ball tits. She sucked in her muscular abs and, with tons 
of pressure, knocked Bessy back to earth where she landed face up. 
Bonnie executed a kneeling landing on top of Bess. She saw that her 
opponent was still breathing, then said, "Okay, Bessie, you're good at 
GIVING smaller kids orders..." Bonnie began to move up, pulling at her 
undies. "Let's see how you are at FOLLOWING orders, hmmm?" 
      As Bonnie sat on Bessie's face, she looked up at the other two 
wide-eyed girls, did a monumental double biceps flex and said, "Fresh 
spinach over canned, girls; that's the way to go."