Mark of the Amazon (Part II)
By Smitty
The story continues

The water droplets from the shower danced off Randi's firm, tanned skin.  In 
addition to the astonishing muscle growth, her pale, pasty skin had become a 
deep bronze.  The beads of water trickled down the channel between her massive 
breasts before meandering along her chiseled abdomen.  Her nipples remained 
rigid and she toyed with them as she continued to caress the muscle which now 
covered every inch of her body.  Randi tossed back her water-soaked mane and 
massaged her well-rounded shoulders.  Her hands advanced, caressing the upper 
arms, the rigid triceps and enormous biceps.  She flexed, prodding the biceps to 
grow slowly until they formed immense peaks.  She put one hand behind her head 
and again tensed her muscles.  The other hand ran along the contour of her lats 
as they flared outward.  The Amazon Randi caressed her lips as steam billowed 
out of the shower and filled the tiny bathroom.  Her hands again found their way 
to her breasts, made all the more impressive by her powerful pecs.  Despite 
their size, the huge orbs seemed to defy gravity.  She stroked them, fondled 
them, almost worshiped them.   Randi had always been shy and demure, but in this 
new Amazonic form, she was driven by a powerful sexual energy.  Wherever she 
touched herself, an electric surge flowed through every inch of her being. 
Thoughts muddled as she began to writhe again in orgasmic ecstasy.  Her huge 
form fell back against the corner of the shower as a warmth spread over her 
body.  Her breathing slowed as her lower torso began to undulate.  It increased 
in rhythmic intensity until Randi cried out as she climaxed again, only minutes 
after bringing herself to the most powerful sexual experience of her life.  
Exhausted, Randi lapsed into semi-consciousness.


* * *

A crisp October wind whistled through Randi's window as the sun's glare filtered 
through the curtains.  Randi woke with a start, suddenly feeling the chill 
against her naked body.  She sat up, folding her arms to warm up.  Disoriented, 
she wasn't sure why she wasn't wearing any clothes.  The events of the night 
before were a blur and Randi struggled over to the sink, greeted in the mirror 
by the same scrawny figure that stared back at her every morning.Her nipples 
were erect, drawing attention, she thought, to her tiny breasts.  Depressed, she 
threw on a bathrobe.  But Randi froze in her tracks as she noticed fragments of 
clothing strewn about the floor.  She reached down and retrieved what was left 
of her T-shirt - it was in three or four pieces.  Not far away were the remnants 
or her shorts, torn down the sides.She held the shredded clothing in both hands, 
examining it, trying to remember what had happened.  All she could recall was 
the headache, which, strangely, was gone.  "I must've passed out," she thought.  
"But what the hell happened to my clothes?"Still confused, Randi wandered over 
to the trash can to toss what was left of her clothing when she noticed the 
broken towel rack.  A chill ran down her spine and she dropped the clothing on 
the floor.  Fragments of memory raced through her mind, but none of them made 
any sense.   "I think I'm losing my mind," Randi thought as she again picked up 
the clothing and tossed it in the trash.  "I've gotta get a grip."* * *Randi 
tried to go about business as usual.  She attended her two morning classes, 
although she found it difficult to concentrate on the lectures.  She continued 
to avoid her friends, still smarting from their practical joke.  After lunch, 
she headed off to her Comparative Political Systems course on the north side of 
campus.The lecture started routinely enough.  Randi scribbled furiously, trying 
to keep up with Professor Tilden as he launched into an analysis of the 
differences between Soviet Russia and Tito's Yugoslavia.  About 20 minutes into 
the 90-minute class, Randi's mind began to drift.  Random images began 
flickering through her consciousness.  Randi stared blankly into space, her pen 
falling to the floor of the vast lecture hall. "Are you OK?" asked the co-ed in 
the next seat.Randi didn't respond. Bizarre flashbacks raced through her mind.  
Memories of intense pain were followed in rapid succession by moments of equally 
intense pleasure.  The images came in waves.  As the minutes passed, Randi 
remained oblivious to the events around her.  "I think there's something wrong 
with her," the co-ed whispered to her friend.  "She's just staring out there. 
Look at her face, she's all sweaty. I think she's sick or something.""She sure 
looks creepy," her friend replied.As the memories built to the Amazon's frenzied 
shower climax, Randi was startled from of her trance.  "Are you all right?" the 
Asian co-ed asked again.Randi turned suddenly, caught off-guard by the question.  
Still dazed, words tripped out of her mouth."Yes.  Uh, no.  I mean, I don't 
know," she stammered.Before the other two students could respond, Randi scooped 
up her books and dashed to the exit at the back of the auditorium."Young lady, 
is there a problem?" Tilden bellowed from the lectern, drawing attention from 
every one of the 250 students in his class.  "Young lady. ."Tilden was still 
talking as the heavy double doors swung shut behind Randi.  Her hands trembling 
and her pulse racing, she hurried out of the building, stopping to rest on a 
bicycle rack just outside Gilchrist Hall.  "What is happening to me?" she asked 
as the trembling subsided and her pulse slowed.  "I've never heard of a hangover 
lasting two days."Randi began the long walk back to her dorm, trying to make 
sense of what little she remembered from the night before and what had happened 
to her in class.  She could come up with no clues and was growing more and more 
frustrated by the time she reached her room.  She was about to put the key in 
the door when she heard, "You still mad, Ran?"It was Allison, the last person 
she wanted to see in her mood."Come on, Ran, it was just a joke.  I mean, it was 
your 18th birthday, for God's sake.  If you can't have fun on your birthday 
.""I'm not mad," Randi responded reluctantly. "That's good.  I mean it wouldn't 
hurt if you had fun more often.  You're, like, so boring.  It's college, kid.  
Don't spend all four years in your room."  It was a speech Randi had heard 
dozens of times since arriving on campus a month earlier.  It was a speech she 
didn't want to hear again."Listen, Allison, I'm really not feeling well.""That's 
what happens when someone who never drinks has a couple too many," Allison 
lectured.Randi cut her off.  "Whatever," she said.  "But I haven't been feeling 
well the last couple of days and I think I just wanna go to bed early and forget 
about everything that's happened since the weekend."Before Allison could utter 
another word, Randi shut the door."Be that way," Allison muttered as she walked 
away.Randi put her books down, peeled off her jacket, plopped onto the bed and 
began sobbing.  It was tough enough, she thought, to go off to college and have 
trouble fitting in and finding friends.  Now this.She thought getting some rest 
would do her good, but sleep only brought more confusion.  It didn't take long 
for the memories to return.  She tossed and turned as visions of hands touching 
her body kept repeating.  It was all happening to her body, yet it was like 
watching someone else's.  Her sleep became more and more restless until Randi 
was jolted out of her slumber by one unmistakable image - the tattoo.  She 
remembered the tattoo.  She remembered the shape, the location.  Randi raced to 
the mirror and took off her blouse and 32B bra.  Nothing.  No mark, no scar.  
She looked closer.  Nothing."I'm not going crazy," she intoned, quickly putting 
her bra and blouse back on.Randi paced around her cramped room, trying to 
comprehend all that had happened to her.  Minutes passed as she went over 
whatever she could remember since Saturday.  Inescapably, all of her thoughts 
led back to the tattoo.  Instinctively, she gently massaged the area above her 
left breast.  By the time she decided to go searching for a tattoo parlor that 
may or may not exist, it was early evening.  She tossed on a bulky gray sweater, 
grabbed her wallet and called a taxi service.Light was fading when Randi arrived 
in Chinatown and a cold misty rain was falling.  She had no idea where she was 
going, but began to explore the labyrinth of narrow, twisting streets lined with 
noodle shops and stores that sold cheap souvenirs.  The diminutive teenager 
tried more than once to ask for assistance, but was met only by quizzical looks 
from shopkeepers.  Finally, after wandering aimlessly for nearly an hour, she 
ducked down a dead-end street illuminated poorly by a single street lamp.  There 
were a couple of dumpsters at the end of the street, but to the right there was 
a solitary storefront with the word "RARITIES" stenciled on the window in 
fading, cracking red and gold paint.Randi's pulse quickened as she stepped up 
her pace and headed for the door.  She pushed her way in and glanced back at the 
gentle sound of wind chimes.  Like the street, the interior of the store was 
poorly lit.  From a back room she heard a faint voice."Back here, my 
child."Randi tried to negotiate a path to the voice, but bumped into a drunken 
sailor, slumped in a chair and sleeping noisily in a corner of the room.  
"Hello?" she asked nervously.  There was no response.She felt her way through 
the dimly lit room until she came to a portal that led to only a slightly 
brighter chamber.  There were hundreds of brightly colored pictures on the 
walls, of dragons, eagles, airplanes, ships and animals of all shapes and sizes.  
In a corner at the back of the room was a small Asian man.  He had a thin white 
fu manchu and straight white hair that extended halfway down his back.  He wore 
a dark green silk robe with gold accents and was puffing occasionally on a long, 
thin pipe.  "I'm not sure I'm in the right place," Randi began.  "I'm looking 
for someone who does .""I am the one you seek, my child," the man interrupted, 
his voice hardly more than a whisper."But how do you ."Again, she was 
interrupted."You have been here," the man said.  "You were with others.""I was 
beginning to think I was crazy," Randi replied."What is it you seek?""You've 
done something to me," she said, her statement sounding more like a question.  
"There's something very strange about that tattoo.""I have done nothing," the 
old man said, his voice barely audible.  "The tattoo you speak of is merely a 
mirror into your inner self.""Oh great, `mirror of your inner self,' " Randi 
thought. "The tattoo simply reflects what is already inside you," the old man 
explained, never looking up from his small table.  "It is a physical 
manifestation of what is deep within.""I don't know what you're talking about. 
You're not making any sense," Randi snapped.She moved closer to the old 
stranger, pulled off her sweater, made a quick sweep of the shop to make sure no 
one else was looking, then undid the top three buttons on her denim 
blouse."Look," she demanded, quickly running out of patience.  "Where is this 
mirror, this reflection of my `inner soul?'  Why can't I see this tattoo? "The 
old man drew from his pipe, his eyes fixed on the etching on which he was 
working.  "You bear the mark of the Amazon, little one," he explained.  "The 
mark is but a herald.  It signals the emergence of your inner spirit.""This is 
getting me nowhere," Randi thought, turning toward the exit."You have not been 
feeling yourself?" the old man inquired.Randi froze."You have recently 
celebrated an important birthday," he continued. "Y-y-yes," Randi 
stammered."Your life is changing. You must control your inner self.  You bear 
the mark, you must adapt to the changes which are beginning to affect you.""What 
do you mean, what changes?" she asked. "In time, my child.  In time," the old 
man responded as he waved Randi away."You've got to tell me now," she pleaded.  
"Things are happening to me and I don't know why."The old man rose from his 
chair and disappeared behind a beaded curtain, saying nothing.   * * *Randi left 
the strange store and wandered back into the streets of Chinatown, almost in a 
haze as she attempted to make sense of what the old man had said.  Robot-like, 
she made her way back to campus, although she couldn't remember how, as she 
walked the last few blocks back to her dorm.  The rain had stopped, but the 
streets glistened and there was still a chill in the air.Randi was about four or 
five blocks from her room when she became aware of how bright the night was.  
She glanced skyward, noticed the full moon rising over the trees and stepped up 
her pace.  She got about another block when her body was wracked by a spasm that 
forced her to lean on a tree for support.It was a strange feeling, a combination 
of sharp pain and a sexual charge.  Randi took a deep breath and continued 
toward the dorm, now visible a block ahead.  "Just make it to my room," she 
thought, quickening her pace.  She made it as far as the physical plant at the 
rear of the complex, just a few yards from the entrance to her building.  But 
she had to lean on the wall as another spasm contorted her body.  Her breathing 
became labored and, despite the cool temperature, beads of sweat formed on her 
forehead.As Randi grimaced, she was astonished as her right foot tore through 
her sneaker, ripping the sole from the rest of the shoe.  A second passed and 
her left foot repeated the process.  The delicate co-ed was still looking down 
as she watched her gaunt legs suddenly pressing against the confines of her 
jeans, creating a throbbing sensation.  The flesh strained against the rugged 
cloth and she could actually feel her thigh muscles growing, getting harder.  
The sensation, Randi realized, was highly stimulating and erotic.  It took a few 
more seconds before the gold threads along the seams began to unravel.  That was 
followed by a tearing sound as the denim conceded the battle and buckled against 
the rapidly expanding muscle tissue.  It didn't take long for the split to run 
the length of her legs as the thick cords of sinew exploded through their 
confinement.  Randi was wearing her bulky gray sweater, but she could feel her 
arms, back and chest exerting inhuman pressure on her denim blouse.  Still 
leaning against the brick wall, she heard one, then two buttons pop.  Her 
initial fear was giving way to an excitement that was missing during the initial 
transformation.  Randi could sense the power welling within her.  As she formed 
both hands into fists, she could feel her biceps swell, stretching the blouse to 
its limits before reducing it to shreds.  Her shoulders rounded, enlarged, 
pulling what little was left of the blouse higher.  Muscle appeared on her once-
bony back, then shifted and thickened. Newfound power engulfed her entire body 
and Randi moaned while soaking it all in.  The remnants of her blouse fell to 
the ground, her rapidly swelling body now stretching the cable-knit sweater, 
pulling it in every direction.  As she grew taller, the sweater slowly revealed 
more and more of Randi's pulsating abdomen.  The soft flesh of her girlish belly 
was changing, redefining itself.  When the movement ceased, Randi's hand 
discovered a hard and ridged region that seemed right at home on the rest of the 
awesome frame.Her pecs reacted next, becoming more and more dense and thrusting 
her firm, enlarged breasts outward, the erect nipples brushing against the 
sweater and sending a charge that made Randi moist.  Ridges of muscle formed at 
the side of her breasts.  She straightened as the metamorphosis completed its 
final stages, long hair cascading down her back, the sweater barely covering her 
huge breasts.The Amazon Randi drew a deep breath, a smile making its way across 
her face.  The once-demure student had only one thought - sex.  Oblivious to the 
cold, the majestic female specimen strode confidently around the corner of the 
building, wearing only the ill-fitting sweater and panties that somehow survived 
the transformation but barely covered her incredibly sensitive, eager pussy.The 
quad was deserted as Randi went on the prowl.  It didn't matter who, she needed, 
craved someone to satiate her overpowering desire.  Satisfying her intense 
craving was all Randi could think of as she made her way toward the fraternity 
quad.* * *Kevin Timmons was heading back to Sigma Chi after a night of studying 
at the library.  He was taking the shortcut across the meadow when he dropped 
his portable compact disc player.  He reached down to pick it up, but looked up 
to find a huge, thickly muscled woman's leg.  At least he thought it was a 
woman's leg.Slowly, he followed it higher, up past the diamond-shaped calf, the 
obscenely thick thigh.  He had never seen anything like it.  He forgot all about 
the CD player, leaving it in the grass, as he rose deliberately to his feet.  
Kevin was 5-10, but he quickly realized he was looking up at this striking 
woman.  His gaze drifted to Randi's gravity-defying breasts as her nipples 
peered through the out-of-shape sweater. Kevin could not speak, silenced by the 
awesome sight.Randi didn't hesitate.  "You're what I need," she growled, 
grabbing him by the hair and pulling his face into her chest.  Though 
momentarily stunned, it didn't take long for Kevin's instincts to take over.  As 
Randi lifted the tiny remnant of her sweater, his tongue began exploring the 
contours of her firm tits.  Each time he flicked her nipples, she could feel a 
raw sexual force surge through her body.  But it wasn't enough.She threw his 
head back and forced it downward until his face was pressed against her flimsy 
panties.  Randi tore away the fabric, allowing him to provide even more intense 
pleasure.  She could feel the wetness building as his tongue, with just the 
slightest prodding, darted within the recesses of her feminine mound.Randi 
savored pleasures that she experienced before only in fantasies.  But it was 
still not enough.  She reached down with her chiseled arm, veins rippling along 
every inch, and picked up this anonymous teen by his collar.  She held him in 
front of her, his feet a few inches off the ground.  While keeping him suspended 
with her right hand, she grabbed his belt with her left and tore it off, sending 
the metal buckle flying.  Then she attacked his jeans, grabbing them on both 
sides and tearing them off his body.  His underwear was next."It'll have to do," 
Randi complained as she examined his penis.At first, Kevin resisted.  It was all 
happening so fast.  He had never been overpowered by a woman like this.  He had 
never even seen a woman like that.  But Randi squatted down, brushing her 
breasts against his flaccid member.  Immediately, it sprang to attention and the 
Amazon grabbed it, inserting it into between her legs.  She held Kevin against 
the tree as she began thrusting, slowly at first.  In no time, her pace 
quickened, the thrusting becoming more and more powerful.  Randi pumped with 
increasing vigor in an attempt to heighten her pleasure.  Her biceps peaked and 
triceps became rigid while she held Kevin against the tree.The rhythmic pumping 
gained in intensity, the Amazon grunting with each thrust.  Sweat collected on 
her twisted face and glimmered on her upper body as it reflected the moonlight.  
Kevin was nothing more than an unwilling partner, more a prisoner.  Liquid ran 
down Randi's thighs as she approached another intense climax.  Abdominal sinew 
quivered, sweat continued to build and her innermost muscles tightened with 
unimaginable ferocity as her rocking took on an animalistic fervor.  Finally, 
everything - physical passion and raw lust -- reached a crescendo.  A roar 
formed deep within Randi's core, climbing higher until the mighty Amazon's 
bellow reverberated to all corners of the meadow, echoing off the old buildings 
which formed its boundaries.  Lights went on, windows opened as curious students 
strained to see what had uttered such an untamed sound.Simultaneously, Randi 
dropped to her knees and released Kevin, who fell limply to the grass, 
unconscious.  While the moon shone brightly, the meadow so poorly lit and tree-
lined that no one could identify either form.  The Amazon's body resonated, 
alive from the passion that strained every muscle just moments earlier.  She 
looked down at Kevin's motionless body, his flushed penis back to its limp 
state, and chuckled.Randi drew another deep breath, then exhaled in the cool 
night air.  She was naked from the waist down, the sweater bunched around her 
neck.  The Amazon wanted to savor every inch of her new form.  She pulled the 
sweater back down to barely contain her sweat-covered breasts, then reached down 
and grabbed Kevin's torn jeans.  She knew enough to tear away all but the top of 
the pants, then gingerly slid them over her thick legs.  Like the sweater, the 
denim tearaways barely obscured what they were supposed to cover.  In the 
distance, the Amazon heard the strains of music and the sound of partying.  She 
took one final glance at the limp body, then took off for the music.  The night 
was still young. 

end part II --