The Spinach Sisterhood
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
A sequel to She###s Strong To Th### Finach and Even Stronger


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What a strange trip this has been . . . . This story is a sequel to two other
stories I've written ("She's Strong To Th' Finach" and "Even Stronger"). All
three stories involve spinach, and all three stories were written on
commission. The strange part is, the three stories were commissioned by three
different readers!

The fellow who commissioned the original story wanted me to use characters
that he'd created, however, I insisted that I'd prefer to make up my own. He
eventually agreed to this, but offered me less money to write it.

Needless to say, I'm glad that I stuck to my guns because if I had used his
characters, I would not have felt at liberty to write the two follow-up
stories.

Anyway, let me know what you think of my latest effort. I'd love to read your
comments. Send them to sonofjackwell@gmail.com

And if YOU'D like me to write a custom story for you, drop me an email and let
me know.

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The gym was closed for the night, but that didn't matter to Chrissie. The
owner was one of her slaves, and she felt like showing off her muscles. Even
though the owner himself was not included in this particular display of
Chrissie's incredible power, he turned over the keys to his gym when she
demanded them. He did so because he knew that ultimately he was powerless to
say no to her.

For one thing, the gym owner knew what Chrissie could do to him if he dared
refuse her "request". For another, giving her the key only saved him from
having to replace the steel reinforced front door that Chrissie would easily
rip off its hinges if she decided she wanted in and DIDN'T have a key. And for
yet another reason, he was far too much in love with Chrissie - her beauty,
her power - to have a will of his own where she was concerned.

On this particular evening, Chrissie had three of her boy-toys with her. Two
of them were defensive linemen for the Medfield college football team. The
other one was the college's heavyweight champion wrestler who was expected to
be a shoo-in to represent the next United States Olympics team. All three of
them were as intimidated by Chrissie's strength as they were turned on by it.
She was getting them warmed up by doing some sexy poses wearing nothing but
her string bikini.

As Chrissie went into a double bicep pose the peaks on her mighty arm grew and
grew. As her biceps grew bigger, her three lovers' penis's got harder. When
her incredible biceps reached 48" in circumference, the three young men each
felt like their dicks would explode at any time. The main thing that kept them
from doing so is that they knew that the punishment was severe for any man
that climaxed without Chrissie's permission.

"M-m-my God, Miss Chrissie, that's the biggest m-m-muscle I've ever seen,"
stuttered out boy-toy Clyde, one of the football players.

"Of course it is," Chrissie replied in a bored voice. "It's almost as big as
my amazing tits." As she said this, she flexed her chest muscles slightly
which caused her bikini top to explode off her amazing tits.

"Y-you're the most amazing woman in the world, Miss Chrissie" stated boy-toy
Felix, the other lineman.

"Tell me something I don't know," Chrissie said sounding even more
disinterested than before.

"H-h-how strong are you, Miss Chrissie?" asked boy-toy Rodney, the heavy
weight wrestler.

"Much stronger than any of you wimps will ever be - stronger than the three of
you put together and tripled," she said.

"Ooooooh God, Miss Chrissie, just hearing you talk that way! C-can I
puh-please take my dick out and jerk off while I watch you?" asked boy-toy
Clyde.

"Y-yes, please let us jerk off to your magnificence, Miss Chrissie," Felix
begged.

"Please, Chrissie, please say it's alright," pleaded Rodney. Chrissie gave
Rodney a sharp glare. He knew he'd done something wrong. Then it hit him.
"I-I-I mean MISS Chrissie," he said with more than a trace of panic in his
voice.

Chrissie shook her head gravely at Rodney. He immediately fell to his knees.
"Please, Miss Chrissie, please don't make me leave!"

"You know the rules," Chrissie said as if it was out of her hands. The rule
was, if any of her love slaves failed to address her as Miss Chrissie at any
time for any reason, they were cut off for one month. "If I didn't make an
exception for the Dean of Students, I sure can't make an exception for you,"
she explained.

"B-b-but it won't happen again, Miss Chrissie. Please, I've waited patiently
for almost a month for my turn. Puh-please don't make me go," he begged.

"Roger, don't make me kick your ass," Chrissie said.

Knowing that she could easily do as she threatened and that it would do no
good to plead his case any further, Rodney got up with as much dignity as he
could muster and left the gym with his head held low.

"S-s-so where are we on the jerk off question, Miss Chrissie?" Felix asked
cautiously.

"No, not yet," replied Chrissie, "I don't want you wimps blowing your loads
early."

"Yes, Miss Chrissie," the two worshippers said in unison. What followed did
not disappoint. Chrissie spent several minutes demonstrating her strength not
by going over to the weight machines and lifting massive amounts of weight but
by lifting the entire machines themselves - even the ones that were bolted to
the floor!

By the time she was finished lifting every machine in the gym, Felix and Clyde
were sweating profusely from the strain of NOT beating their meat. Chrissie on
the other hand looked fresh as a daisy.

Finally, she gave the two men permission to take off their clothes. When they
were naked, she went over to them and scooped them both up in her powerful
arms under their buttocks. Their cocks were pressed hard against her huge
breasts. Almost against their will the two men began to hump Chrissie's
amazing boobs.

"That's right, my little slaves, cum for mommy," she said. That was all the
encouragement they needed. Both men shot their loads at the same time spraying
massive amount of cum all over Chrissies tits.

Still holding the two men close to her super-strong body, Chrissie looked up
and said to Felix, "How lucky are you to know me, Steve?"

"I'm very lucky, Miss Chrissie, but my named is Felix."

"What does it matter, worm?" asked Chrissie. "If you correct me like that
again you might become known as 'hospital patient in excruciating pain'."

"You're right, Miss Chrissie. In fact, would you like me to change my name to
Steve?"

"I repeat: what does it matter?" Even though Chrissie said this, it secretly
gave her a thrill to know that he would change his name just to please her.
Chrissie loved knowing that she had over two dozen slaves - most of them
athletes with a few professors and the Dean of Students thrown in for
variety's sake - who were entirely and without hesitation devoted to her
majesty.

After that Chrissie sucked her two boy-toys hard again and fucked them into
oblivion. She almost wished she hadn't been forced to dismiss Rodney since
only two trained, fit athletes didn't possess nearly enough stamina to
sexually satisfy her. "But rules are rules," she thought to herself.

Just before falling into unconsciousness, Clyde asked Chrissie, "M-m-miss
Chrissie, how did you get to be so big and strong?"

* * * * *

From the science journal of Lotus B. Kim:

To review for the last nine months I have been studying three related and
remarkable strains of spinach as part of my botany studies at Medfield
College.

The first stain - designated enhanced spinach (ES1.1) - was given to my former
housemate and friend Julie Albright in seed form by a mysterious one-eyed
sailor man. (All attempts to track him down have proved futile.) Julie planted
a portion of the seeds in a window box that hung outside the kitchen of a
house that she, another housemate and I were renting at the time. She was
stunned to discover that after planting the seeds they grew into full spinach
plants overnight.

Julie soon discovered that ingesting even a small amount of ES1.1 produced a
dramatic effect on her physiology. She gained several pounds of muscle mass
and many times her normal strength. (A conservative estimate would be that
under the influence of ES1.1 her strength increased approximately twentyfold.)
After several hours, the effects of ES1.1 wears off and the person influenced
by it returns to a completely normal state with no ill effects.

Soon after Ms. Albright consumed ES1.1, our other former housemate, Chrissie
White ingested it with similar results. They became the first two members of a
group that we loosely call the "Spinach Sisterhood".

The two women were provided with a virtually limitless supply of ES1.1 since
any portion of the plant picked off and consumed regenerates itself in
approximately the same amount of time it take for the effects of the plant to
wear off. As long as some of the roots of the original plant are planted in
healthy soil and provided with adequate water and nutrients, the ES1.1 seems
to replicate itself endlessly.

The second strain (ES1.2) was created as a result of my adding an advanced
plant food of my own devising to the soil the ES1.1 was planted in. When
Julie, Chrissie and myself ate small samples of ES1.2 our bodies went through
even more dramatic transformations. Not only did we gain approximately one
hundred pounds of muscle mass, but all three of us grew several inches.

Julie who was originally 5'5" grew to a height of 5'11'. Chrissie who was
originally 5'10" grew to a height of approximately 6'41/2". As for myself, I
went from a height of 5'8" to just over 6'2". Thus I became the third member
of the Spinach Sisterhood.

Under the influence of ES1.2 we grew exponentially more powerful in nearly
every way. Our strength increased to superhuman levels, and our speed,
endurance and invulnerability also increased to similar levels. Even our
sensory skills such as seeing and hearing seemed to advance to superhuman
levels.

A conservative estimate would be that our strength and vitality increased to
one hundred times normal. For example, under the influence of ES1.2, Julie,
Chrissie and I had absolutely no trouble at all beating up the entire Faber
College football team. Even though they were trained and powerful male
athletes, their strength was as less than infants to our own awesome super
strength.

After our initial experience under the influence of ES1.2 (commonly known as
being "spinached up"), I allowed its effects to wear off. This took
approximately eight hours. Julie and Chrissie chose to continue to ingest
ES1.2 and thus remain under its influence. As ES1.2 has the same regenerative
properties as ES1.1, they had a virtually endless supply of ES1.2 and
therefore no trouble remaining "spinached up".

Remarkably, I discovered that even after only a single consumption of ES1.2,
there was a permanent residual effect. I had permanently gained two inches in
height, giving me a new "normal" height of 5'10", and approximately
twenty-five pounds of enhanced muscle mass. I also found that my strength was
approximately 1.5 times greater than I had been before ingesting ES1.2.

As a result of their prolonged exposure to ES1.2 Julie and Chrissie
experienced more extreme results. First, they discovered that after being
"spinached up" with ES1.2 almost constantly for a period of several weeks that
in addition to increased height and muscle mass, they retained roughly three
times their normal strength and stamina even after the effects had worn off.

As both women were extremely fit, highly trained athletes before ingesting
ES1.2 and were able to press in slight excess of one hundred and ten pounds,
they are now able to press between three hundred and three hundred and fifty
pounds even when not under the influence of ES1.2.

Since graduating from college, Julie has chosen a day-to-day life free of the
influence of either strand of enhanced spinach although I understand she keeps
a supply of ES1.2 close at hand "in case of emergency". So to recap, Julie's
new "normal" height is 5'7" with approximately forty pounds of increased
muscle mass and strength approximately three times greater than before she
first consumed either ES1.1 or ES1.2.

Meanwhile, Chrissie is still enrolled at Medfield College as an undergraduate
having chosen to take what she calls the "six year plan" towards college
graduation. She has also chosen to remain under the constant influence of
ES1.2 which means that she has chosen to live the life of "a super-strong,
mega-muscled Amazon goddess" (her words).

Chrissie's supply of ES1.2 is kept in a secret location. This precaution is
taken because the previous supply that was planted the window box planter of
the house that the three of us rented was compromised and some of the spinach
"fell into the wrong hands". (More on that later.)

It should also be noted that due to her prolonged exposure to ES1.2, Chrissie
has reported that she does not need to consume the substance nearly as often.
Initially, one had to "spinach up" every eight hours or so in order to remain
continuously under its influence. However, according to Chrissie, she now only
has to consume ES1.2 once "every twenty-four hours or so" to stay perpetually
under its influence.

A dose adequate to remain "spinached up" is as small as eight to ten leaves.
It must also be pointed out however that taking more frequent and/or greater
amounts of ES1.2 DOES NOT lead to an increase of its effects.

It should be further noted that consumption of ES1.2 also seems to cause the
person who consumes it to have a greater sexual appetite and in some way that
is not fully understood, it causes that person to be more sexually attractive
to others. Chrissie who was considered quite sexually attractive and active
even before consuming either ES1.1 or ES1.2 now reports (in her own words), "I
can't seem to get enough dick, dick, dick and occasional pussy, and no one can
seem to get enough of me."

As a result of this increased sexual appetite, Chrissie maintains an
ever-growing stable of "boy-toys" and even some "girl-toys" to keep her
sexually satisfied.

The issue of heightened sexual attractiveness is no doubt tied to the fact
that females who are "spinached up" with ES1.2 experience enhancements in
areas other than muscular development - in areas that are often associated
with female sexuality. For example, every woman who is known to have consumed
ES1.2 has experienced greater breast size as well as increased firmness and
fullness. Likewise, their derrieres have become rounder, firmer and more
prominent while their waists remain relatively small - even proportionately
smaller in comparison to the rest of their bodies.

There even seems to be subtle improvements associated with the most attractive
features of individual women. For example, if a woman has soft, full lips,
under the influence of ES1.2 they SEEM to become fuller and softer. If a woman
is known for her delicately beautiful face, her face SEEMS to become even more
delicate and beautiful. A woman known for her radiant complexion will SEEM to
positively glow under the influence of ES1.2. Of course, these effects are
hard to measure since they are so subjective. Further research is indicated.

Needless to say greater sexual endurance is also a byproduct of exposure to
ES1.2.

My personal experience seems to support these conclusions. After my one and
(so far) only exposure to ES1.2, I "fucked the living daylights" out of my
boyfriend George Beaver before its effect wore off. Even today there seems to
be a residual heightened sexual appetite on my part, and George certainly
seems even more attracted to me than he was before. Some of this is no doubt a
result of my greater strength and muscle mass.

In the interest of full disclosure, it must be reported that even before my
exposure to ES1.2, as a trained scholar-athlete, I was already taller and
stronger than George. As he freely admits, this is a major reason for his
initial attraction to me - that and the fact that I'm a "smoking hot Asian
babe" (his words, but ones that I heartily agree with).

The only other woman exposed to ES1.2 (the "wrong hands" referred to earlier)
was named Suzy Maxwell. Suzy was a cheerleader from Faber College, the main
rival of Medfield College. Suzy's exposure to ES1.2 yielded similar results to
those experienced by Julie, Chrissie and myself.

Prior to her exposure, Suzy was 5'3" with an impressive (I must admit)
36DD-23-34 figure. She was also in excellent physical shape with a hard body
to show for it. In addition, she possessed a beautiful face and the type of
naturally blonde hair that many men prefer.

As a result of her exposure to ES1.2 Suzy's breasts grew to an estimated L or
M-cup. Her flexed biceps grew to an estimated 52" inches. (This is based on
the fact that while "spinached up" we know that Julie Albright's biceps
expanded to 50" when fully flexed and Suzy's biceps when "spinached up"
appeared to be slightly larger.)

Her already spectacular, in shape body now radiated power and was covered with
rippling muscles. She also grew several inches to an estimated height of 5'8"
or 5'9".

As fate would have it, Suzy's exposure to ES1.2 corresponded with one of the
rare times when neither Julie nor Chrissie were "spinached up". Therefore,
Suzy used this opportunity to beat up my two former housemates and me. This
was in revenge for what we did to her college's football team (including the
fact that after beating up Faber's players, Julie publically spanked Suzy).

This brings us to the third strain of spinach that I've been studying. It was
developed by me in the lab along with my colleague and sweetheart, George
Beaver, using some of the original ES1.1 seed as our genetic starting point.
From these seeds we were able to develop a strain of spinach that I have
designated Super Enhanced Spinach or SES. The SES strain has only been tested
once on Julie Albright's younger sister Stacy Albright.

Under the power of the SES strain, Stacy grew from her normal 5'6" to a full
7'. She appeared to gain at least two hundred pounds of muscle mass and
typically, other parts of her body - i.e. her breasts and buttocks - also
expanded in size, fullness and firmness.

The strength that Stacy displayed while "spinached up" with SES was at such a
high level that it is impossible to estimate with any degree of accuracy.
However, it was of such a high magnitude that when she confronted Suzy who was
still "spinached up" with ES1.2, her power dwarfed Suzy's.

She was able to withstand a punch to the abdomen thrown by the powered up
Suzy. In fact, she laughed at Suzy's effort even though the force of the punch
was enough to shatter Suzy's hand. When Stacy then hit Suzy with what she
assures us was less than full force, the blow sent Suzy flying out of sight.

We understand that Suzy woke up in the next county with a shattered jaw to
match her shattered hand. It has been reported that Suzy has fully recovered
from her injuries and that she retains the added two inches in height and 1.5
times strength that is the typical permanent effect of a single exposure to
ES1.2.

These last facts cannot be definitively verified however due to Suzy's
absolute refusal to communicate with me or to cooperate in any way with my
studies.

As for Stacy, it took a full twenty-four hours for the effects of the SES to
wear off. After that time had elapsed, she found her body permanently
transformed. She was now a full five inches taller making her new height 5'11"
and she possessed strength roughly four time greater than she had before
ingesting the SES.

Before consuming the SES Ms. Stacy Albright was an athlete like her older
sister Julie. However, she did not compete at quite the same level. As such
she was only able to press approximately ninety pounds prior to becoming
"spinached up". As a result, she is able to now press around three hundred and
sixty pounds which makes her stronger than the vast majority of the male
population.

It must also be noted that the SES permanently transformed her body in another
way as well. Prior to the SES, Stacy did not possess a body that displayed
many of the attributes commonly referred to as "feminine charms". That is to
say that she was flat-chested with an equally flat derriere and, in general, a
lack of the soft curves that are usually associated with feminine
attractiveness.

However, as a permanent reaction to her only consumption of SES, Stacy has
what is described as "one of the finest bods on campus". Given the fact that
her sexual experience prior to her transformation was extremely limited (I.e.
she was a virgin.) it is not yet known how her exposure to SES has affected
her sexual appetite, but it has obviously made her more sexually alluring.

Even though I no longer share a house with Chrissie, I am still in frequent
contact with her. The house I used to share with her and Julie is now shared
by Chrissie, Stacy and whoever Chrissie brings home for the night, weekend or
week.

After her single exposure to SES, Stacy has chosen not to partake of ES1.2 as
her housemate Chrissie does. Neither of them have access to ES1.1 nor SES. I
still have a small supply of the original ES1.1 seeds given to Julie Albright
by the mysterious one-eyed sailor.

Regarding SES, as far as the rest of the world knows the entire world supply
was destroyed in a lab fire that occurred seven months ago. The only two
people who know that some SES seeds survived are George Beaver and me.

I've been studying the ES1.1 seeds and have found disturbing evidence that
suggests that they might have originally come from farther away than anyone
(with the possible exception of the one-eyed sailor) suspects.

* * * * *

Stacy Albright looked at her amazing, naked 5'11" form in the full length
mirror. She had to admit that she was impressed what she saw. "Hello,
Gorgeous," she whispered to herself. At one time when she said these words to
her reflection she meant it ironically. Now she was one hundred percent
sincere.

Despite the fact that the transformation that changed her life had happened
slightly more than six months ago, Stacy still found it hard to believe that
the incredibly beautiful young woman in the mirror was really her. "And just
think, all because of one dose of magic spinach," she said to herself.

The "magic spinach" she was referring to was what her sister's friend Lotus
referred to as Super Enhanced Spinach. One dose of several leaves of the
miracle plant temporarily transformed Stacy into a seven foot tall mountain of
hulktastic feminine muscles with 84" biceps and breasts larger than any bra
ever made could hope to contain. The true miracle however was that after the
immediate effects wore off, Stacy STILL gained four inches in height,
approximately seventy pounds of muscle and the strength to bench press three
hundred and fifty pounds without difficulty.

The other enhancements that Stacy's body underwent were the subject of her
current admiration however. Prior to eating the "magic spinach" Stacey had
been a girl with a pretty face but almost no womanly curves. Her delicate
features, blonde pixie cut hair and big blue eyes made most people think of
her as a flat-chested, no-booty Tinker Bell. Now her amazing 34H-24-35 figure
was enough to make Tink green with envy.

After taking slightly over six months to get used to her new body, Stacy was
ready to use it to make one young man very happy. That young man's name was
Paul. Stacy had had a crush on Paul for almost two months now, and had done
everything she could think of to let him know it. He finally worked up the
nerve to ask her out, and tonight was the Big Night.

Paul benefitted from the fact that Stacy was the ultimate
hot-girl-who-had-no-idea-just-how-hot-she-was. Even at her pre-transformation
height of 5'6", Stacy would have been a good inch taller than Paul. As it was
now, she towered over him. Paul was also rather skinny with a slight build. He
was what is sometimes referred to as "nerd cute". He was definitely NOT the
kind of physical specimen one expects a strong and muscular Amazon babe to
fall for.

When Stacy told her housemate Chrissie that she had a crush on a boy,
Chrissie's advice was "So, go out and take him." Then she added, "That's what
I'd do."

"I couldn't do that," Stacy responded.

"Why not? I know that you're not nearly as muscular or strong as I am, but
you're still stronger than at least ninety percent of the boys on campus. Go
out, and take what you want!"

But Stacy wasn't like Chrissie. She wasn't the kind of young woman that would
go out and dominate the man she was interested in. She wanted a man who was an
equal partner. She wanted an assertive, self-confident man. She wanted a man
who was perhaps even a little . . . domineering.

For Paul's part, it was hard to be assertive with a gorgeous woman who
outweighed you, outmuscled you and was six inches taller than you. It was
especially difficult after seeing her bench press over three hundred pounds
for the first time at the campus fitness center.

On the other hand, Stacy who was in his abnormal psychology class was sweet
and surprisingly easy to talk to for such a babe. Plus, and this was a plus
with a capital P, she seemed to go out of her way to talk to him and let him
know she was interested. This last part was hard for Paul to believe which is
why it took him so long to ask her out. Once he did, he could not have been
more pleased with how quickly she said "Yes!"

Stacy stopped looking at herself in the mirror long enough to glance at the
clock on the wall. "Whoa! I better get dressed if I'm going to be ready before
Paul gets here." Stacy wanted to give Paul a thrill that night, but she didn't
want to meet him at the door naked. That big a thrill might kill him!

It was beautiful Saturday in late October - one of those perfect autumn days
when the temperature is neither hot nor cold. The leaves that were still on
the trees and ones on the ground were vibrant shades of red, yellow, green,
orange and a few in-between colors that Mr. Crayola had not yet found names
for.

Stacy was glad that Paul had chosen to ask her out for a daytime date. She
reasoned that this way they would have the opportunity to spend more time
together. Stacy decided that it was still warm enough for her to wear her
short kelly green sun dress. Besides even if the weather cooled later, mere
physical considerations such as hot and cold didn't seem to matter since
Stacy's transformation. The dress hugged her devastating form and emphasized
her resemblance to Tinker Bell.

When Stacy heard Paul's soft, almost timid knock at her door, she practically
ran to answer it. When Paul got a glimpse at the beautiful, tall woman he
would be spending the day with he lightly gasped and silently said a prayer of
thanks.

As Stacy would later describe her first date with Paul to Chrissie, "It was so
romantic. We strolled through campus looking at the trees and kicking the
leaves on the ground. Later we strolled over to Collins Quad. They were
hosting their annual Fall Music Festival. We saw a couple of decent a cappella
groups and some student singer-songwriters. During an open mic segment, Paul
got up and sang an a cappella version of 'Unchained Melody'!"

"Can he sing?" asked Chrissie.

"Sure he can sing! He has such a sweet, romantic voice."

"Geez, Girl, you seem really gaga over this guy," observed Chrissie.

"I am; I really like him," Stacy responded.

"So, how big is his dick?" asked Chrissie.

"Gawd! I don't know! It was our first date!"

"Hmmmmm, so didn't you want to fuck him?" asked Chrissie.

"Well .. yeah .. kind of," admitted Stacy.

"So why didn't you? You're stronger than he is. Why didn't you?"

"Because . . because he's shy, and . . well . . so am I. Besides, there's
plenty of time for that. C'mon, Chrissie, don't you believe in romance at
all?"

"Sure, why not? But how do you know they'll be plenty of time. It took him
almost two months to ask you out. How do you know he'll ever work up the nerve
again?"

"Oh, I made sure of that," Stacy replied.

"How?"

"When he walked me to the door, just before he left I picked him up under his
arms and gave him a passionate kiss. Then I put him down, bent over and gave
his penis a little squeeze. It was hard! Then I kissed him again on the
forehead and said, 'Call me soon', and turned around and went inside."

"Atta girl!" Chrissie said, "Always leave 'em wanting more."

* * * * *

Amourelle Jones had always been a strong girl. Since she was a little girl she
always tried to keep up with her brother Marcus who she idolized and was three
years older than her. Because he was into sports, she was into sports. Because
he became a star athlete at a young age and remained one all through school .
. . well, I'm sure you get the picture.

Amourelle's worship of her bother cooled significantly when she was fourteen
and began to out lift him despite the fact that he was taller and outweighed
her. When she discovered at fifteen that she could actually beat him up her
admiration cooled even more.

Both of the Jones siblings were genetically gifted. It was just that Amourelle
was even more gifted than her brother. He was a star; she was a phenom. She
excelled at every sport she tried, but as she got older she focused mostly on
soccer, lacrosse and power lifting. By the time she was a senior she was the
strongest high school power lifter in the United States and second in the
world.

Her genetic gifts did not end there however. She was also an extremely
beautiful young woman. She was 5'8" with broad shoulders and a 36DD-26-36
figure. Her long, silky raven tresses reached more than halfway to her round,
firm bubble butt. Her full thick lips, her cat-like green eyes and perfectly
formed oval shaped face combined with her luscious, strong body and her
satin-smooth ebony skin made Amourelle a walking, talking fantasy girl. She
reminded most people of the kind of powerful African princess that could only
exist in fiction because she was far too beautiful to be real.

And so it was that when Amourelle accepted a full athletic scholarship to
Medfield College she assumed that a women with her strength, beauty, style,
athletic ability and confidence would take the campus by storm. When she
arrived, she was shocked to find that she would have to get in line behind two
other even stronger and more amazing women.

First she heard about a woman who routinely was lifting up to three hundred
and fifty pounds at the campus fitness center. When she went there to see for
herself, she saw Stacy Albright for the first time. When she first laid eyes
on Stacy she was impressed with how tall, fit and beautiful she was but she
thought to herself, "There's no way that skinny-ass white girl can lift more
than me."

She thought so because Amourelle did not appreciate the size of Stacy's
muscles until Stacy flexed them. This was another aspect of the women of the
Spinach Sisterhood. Their muscles - especially their biceps and forearms but
also their shoulders and deltoids - seemed to pop out of nowhere when flexed.
Even though their muscles were defined and impressive when relaxed, when
flexed, they grew abnormally large and expanded to many times their normal
size. It was positively uncanny to the point where it bordered on the
supernatural.

When Amourelle saw how huge Stacy's flexed muscles were, she said to herself,
"Okay, let's see what Tinker Bell can do." Even though Stacy wasn't even aware
of it at the time - she was at the fitness center to try to impress Paul who
was working out but had not yet worked up the courage to ask her out -
Amourelle was doing her best to compete with her.

Every time Stacy would increase the amount she was lifting - and looking out
of the corner of her eye to see if Paul who was across the weight room was
noticing - Amourelle would also increase the amount that SHE was lifting.

Once they got into weights over two hundred and eighty pounds and Amourelle
began to approach her personal best, she began to realize that she could not
keep up with the blonde Nordic goddess. Whereas she was straining hard to keep
up, Stacy was casually moving weight like it was nothing. "Why does she keep
looking over at that scrawny white boy?" Amourelle asked herself. Finally,
even though Amourelle set a new personal best that night, she quietly left the
fitness center feeling utterly defeated.

This was not a feeling that Amourelle was used to. She found this feeling
quite unacceptable.

The next day Amourelle went back to the fitness center and struck up a
conversation with Stacy.

"Damn, Girlfriend, how much weight can you bench?" asked Amourelle.

"Uh, I donno, around three-fifty I guess," replied Stacy. This was NOT the
person whose attention she wanted to capture.

"So how come I don't know you?" asked Amourelle.

Not quite understanding the question, Stacy responded, "Well .. I don't know
you either."

Amourelle smiled and stuck out her hand, "I'm Amourelle Jones."

Stacy took Amourelle's hand and shook it. Despite her superior strength, Stacy
was impressed by the obvious power she felt in Amourelle's grip. "I'm Stacy
Albright."

"So how come I never heard of you?" pressed Amourelle.

"Why should you have heard of me?" asked Stacy.

"Because last year when I was a high school senior I held the girl's power
lifting record in the United States. When did you graduate high school?"

"Last year."

"That's what I mean; I held the record last year, but you can lift more than
me. So why don't I know about you?"

"Well . . I couldn't lift this much back then," Stacy explained.

"But even if you couldn't lift quite this much, three-fifty is more than fifty
pounds more than my personal best. Don't tell me that you've improved that
much in less than a year."

Stacy wondered what Amourelle would think if she knew that a year ago she
could only bench press ninety pounds. Then she wondered what Amourelle would
think if she knew that for twenty-four hours after eating the magic spinach
(as she called it), she was strong enough to lift a tank and probably throw it
a mile.

"I didn't compete in power lifting when I was in high school," explained
Stacy.

"What did you compete in?" asked Amourelle.

"Track and cross country," answered Stacy.

"Were you good at it," asked Amourelle.

"Just fair," Stacy admitted.

Amourelle looked at Stacy like she had two heads. A playground warrior like
Amourelle couldn't understand how someone who could have been a champion at
one sport would choose another sport at which she was 'just fair." She decided
that more research was needed.

As the two young women continued talking, Amourelle noticed that Stacy kept
looking across the room at Paul who working out on the stationary bikes.

"Why don't you just go over and talk to him?" asked Amourelle?

"You think I should? I mean . . who?"

"That skinny little white boy you keep looking over at," Amourelle said,
rolling her eyes.

"I don't know; you think I should?" Stacy repeated.

"Hell yeah, Girlfriend! You got it going on! "Scrawny" over there probably
wouldn't know what to do with a woman like you."

"I wouldn't know what to do with a boy like him either," Stacy thought but
didn't say out loud.

After a few more minutes of conversation, Amourelle left. As she did she made
a point of walking past Paul on her way out and telling him that Stacey had a
crush on him. If she hadn't, it's uncertain that Paul ever would have asked
her out.

* * * * *

Suzy Maxwell is sitting alone in a semi-dark room brooding. She does a lot of
that these days. Her head is full of thoughts of revenge, and . . . something
else. "Somehow I've got to get even with those bitches that did this to me,"
she thinks. The "this' that was done to her was the broken hand and shattered
jaw that she suffered at the hands of Stacy Albright. However, she holds
Stacy's sister Julie and her two friends, Lotus Kim and Chrissie White equally
responsible.

"How did that mousey little Stacy become SO big and powerful?" she asked
herself for the thousandth time. "It couldn't have been from the same spinach
I ate." Suzy could still feel the thrill of eating the spinach that turned her
into a superwoman. She remembered how great it felt to have Julie and her two
friends at her mercy as she beat them brutally. Julie had been Suzy's most
fierce rival going all the way back to junior high.

Suzy also recalls the plans she already began forming in her head during the
brief few hours that she possessed the strength of a goddess. Most of all she
remembers how incredible powerful and sexy she felt and looked while under the
influence of that magic plant.

Even before partaking of the miraculous vegetable she had been the queen of
Faber College - all the men on campus wanted her and all the women wanted to
be like her. She had visions of what it would be like to return to campus as a
pumped up, muscular and beautiful power princess. But even more quickly than
those dreams and visions formed in her mind's eye, they were dashed by the
hulktastic Stacy.

The last things she remembered of that fateful day was hitting the 7'
impossibly muscled Stacy in the abs and feeling her hand shatter. Then she saw
Stacy's fist which had grown bigger than the size of her own head flashing
towards her. The next thing she knew, she woke up in a hospital bed with her
jaw wired shut. She'd been told that she'd been found miles away from her
encounter with Stacy in the middle of a corn field.

Sure, she was still a couple of inches taller than she'd been before, and she
was somewhat stronger. However, she had nowhere near the power she'd had under
the thrall of the miraculous spinach leaves. Even worse, she wasn't even close
to as powerful as Stacy had somehow become.

But she knew three things. She knew that somehow she had to get revenge on
Stacy, Julie and their friends, and she knew that somehow she had to discover
the secret of Stacy's uber power. And more, she had to become like Stacy had
become. Only better. She had to become even more powerful and magnificent.

But how? Even now that her hand and jaw were healed, she still hadn't been
able to work up the courage to even sneak over the Medfield College so that
she could spy and try to discover the secret of Stacy's power. Almost every
night she had nightmares about being beaten by her again. The fear in her
heart of Mega-Stacy had petrified her into almost total inaction.

"That's ridiculous!" she thought, "I'm Suzy-fucking-Maxwell! I'm the hottest
bitch in the history of Faber College, and I always get what I want!" Slowly
she began to form a plan . . . .

* * * * *

Amourelle continued her casual friendship with Stacy. Every time they bumped
into each other on campus they exchange greetings and a few minutes of
conversation. Amourelle also usually asked Stacey about her progress with
"that skinny white boy".

The more Amourelle talked to Stacy, the more she knew that something was
strange about her. Stacy didn't carry herself the way a strong, beautiful
woman would. "It's almost like she was a skinny, mousey girl who'd been
suddenly dropped into the body of sexy, powerful uber-babe," Amourelle
thought. She didn't know at the time just how close she was to the truth.

Despite her initial jealousy of Stacy's superior strength, Amourelle soon came
to the conclusion that the shy, guileless, sweet Stacey was hard not to like.

Besides, another woman on campus soon became the focus of Amourelle's
attention. At first she only heard rumors about an amazing blonde Amazon who
was over 6'4" tall and seemed to truly possess the superhuman strength of a
goddess.

Initially Amourelle scoffed at the stories of the former cheerleader who could
lift cars and who fucked the starting five of the men's basketball team and
then turned all five of them AND their girlfriends into her personal sex
slaves.

She scoffed that is until she actually laid eyes on the amazing Chrissie
White. That was not such an easy thing to do. By this time, Chrissie didn't
spend a lot of time going to classes. She signed up for classes sure, but when
it came to actually attending them, there were plenty of guys who were more
than willing to attend and take notes and/or tests for her just for the
privilege of owning an old pair of unwashed panties that she had worn once.

Either that, or Chrissie simply paid the professor a visit during his
scheduled office hours and "persuaded" him (one way or the other) that she
deserved a passing grade.

So, it was rare to see Chrissie strolling across campus these days. Amourelle
was lucky. Chrissie had just finished paying a visit to one of her professors
(and securing an A+).

No one had to identify Chrissie for Amourelle. One look and Amourelle knew it
was her. Even though Amourelle thought that some of the stories about Chrissie
may have been exaggerated, somehow they still did not do her justice.

The sexy blonde Venus-with-rippling-muscles oozed power - power that Amourelle
wanted to be near. It wasn't love at first sight exactly, but it was fair to
say that it was obsession at first sight. Almost against her will Amourelle
began to follow Chrissie across campus.

This was a new feeling for Amourelle. As a strong, sexy, gorgeous woman in her
own right, she was used to being the one that others obsessed over. While she
enjoyed the attention, she always felt a slight disdain for those who were
fixated on her.

Even though she felt worthy of admiration or perhaps even worship, she
nevertheless couldn't help but feel mild contempt for her worshipers. Now she
followed Chrissie and watched every soft curve and hard bulge as she walked -
or more correctly prowled - like a lioness across her territory. Amourelle
felt a slight twinge of guilt for not being more generous in spirit to those
in the past who'd become hopelessly devoted to her.

"She's amazing," Amourelle thought to herself over and over. She wasn't sure
why she was following Chrissie. She didn't know what she would do if she
'caught" her. She wasn't even really TRYING to catch her. She only knew that
she had to find out more. This was so out of character for Amourelle she
hardly recognized herself.

Chrissie turned a sharp corner at the botany lab; Amourelle scurried quickly
so as not to lose her when she ran into something that was both soft and yet
as unyielding as a brick wall. She slowly looked up into the eyes of her
fixation.

"Why are you following me?" Chrissie asked with a superior smirk that told
Amourelle that she knew EXACTLY why she was being followed.

"I just . . I was . . I saw you walking and . .," Amourelle couldn't believe
how nervous she was. Were those actual butterflies in her stomach? How did her
mouth become so dry so quickly?

"Let me guess, Sweetie; you saw me walking across campus, and you wanted to
meet me." Chrissie said this as if it happened to her all the time. Of course,
it DID happen to her all the time.

"Uh, well . . yeah," Amourelle replied after rediscovering her voice.

Chrissie looked Amourelle up and down. "You're very pretty," she said.

Amourelle smiled. "Thank you."

"And you look strong," Chrissie observed.

"I can bench press almost three hundred pounds," Amourelle responded proudly.

"That's impressive, Sweetie; I can bench press a bus."

"Oh!" Amourelle said feeling belittled and yet incredibly aroused at the same
time.

"But seriously, Sweetie, three hundred pounds is impressive. That certainly
more than any of the other women I'm currently fucking can lift." The phrase
"the other women I'm currently fucking" wasn't lost on Amourelle. Part of her
was pissed off that Chrissie would simply assume, just like that, that
Amourelle would become one of her conquests. A much bigger part of her
thrilled at the prospect. Amourelle found herself WANTING to be conquered - to
be taken - by Chrissie. As much as she resented it, she even found Chrissie's
arrogant confidence intoxicating.

"Hell, that's more than most of the men I'm currently fucking can lift. So, do
you want to come home with me, Sweetie?"

"Yes, please," Amourelle answered.

"You're in luck; it just so happens that I have an opening this afternoon. And
speaking of openings that I'd like you to fill . . . ." Chrissie did not
bother to elucidate.

When Amourelle and Chrissie arrived back at Chrissie's rental house, Amourelle
discovered that there were two other girls already there waiting for Chrissie.
Amourelle recognized them as two starters on the women's basketball team.

Amourelle looked at Chrissie and said, "But I thought we were going to -"

"We are, Sweetie, we are,"

"But are they going to . ." Amourelle's voice dropped off to a whisper, "Join
us?"

"Well, Sweetie, you didn't expect to have me all to yourself did you? Don't
you know that I'm in high demand?"

"But I'M Amourelle-fucking-Jones. I don't take sloppy seconds, and I CERtainly
do not share with other bitches." Amourelle wanted to say this to Chrissie.
Instead, she did what she was told. She joined the other two beautiful,
athletic women, and they used their hard bodies to bring pleasure to Chrissie.
All three women strained their creativity and their bodies to bring Chrissie
as much pleasure as they could, and Chrissie gladly allowed them to do so.

In return, they were given the opportunity to bask in her power and beauty. It
was a humiliating experience for a woman who was as strong in body, mind and
spirit as Amourelle to be treated like this. When it was over, she knew that
she would go to almost any lengths to experience it again.

To her credit, Amourelle was still worshipping Chrissie's ass long after the
other two women had passed put. "You've got stamina, Sweetie," Chrissie told
her. "I like that." This made Amourelle very happy because she figured that
this would increase her chances of being invited back.

Hours later as Amourelle stumbled out of the door of Chrissie's house she saw
Stacy walking towards her. "What are you doing here?" she asked. She found
herself feeling jealous of Stacy. Was she another of Chrissie's lovers? Was
she competing for Chrissie's attention with the one other girl who was
stronger - and possibly more beautiful - than her?

"I live here," Stacy answered matter-of-factly. She didn't bother to ask what
Amourelle was doing there. She'd seen enough of Chrissie's lovers stumble out
the door with that same dazed and satisfied look to know.

"You live with Chrissie?" Amourelle asked somewhat indignantly.

"No! I don't live with Chrissie," Stacy protested. "That is, I don't 'live'
with Chrissie." Stacy made the air quotes sign when she said the word "live".
She and I share a house. Stacy went on to explain that her older sister used
to share this house with Chrissie and Lotus, but that now her sister was
graduated and Lotus lived with her boyfriend.

"So you and Chrissie aren't? Don't?"

"Oh, no!" Stacy replied, "I'm in love with Paul. In fact, our third date is
this weekend."

"That's great, Kid," Amourelle said insincerely. "See ya." Amourelle hurried
off. "The only two women in this college who are stronger than me live in a
house together?" Amourelle thought to herself. "That too big a coincidence to
be a coincidence." Amourelle decided to do some research.

* * * * *

Paul was walking Stacy to her door at the conclusion - or so he thought - of
their third successful date. Being a poor college student, Paul couldn't
afford to really take Stacy anywhere fancy. Their dates mostly consisted of
walking around and seeing the sites of campus. Luckily, Medfield was a busy
college, and with an active student body, and there were always interesting
things to see and do for not a lot of money.

They made for rather an odd couple. Stacy was a stunningly beautiful blonde
babe with supple, defined muscles and who stood just an inch under 6'. Paul
was 5'5" with a slight build, glasses and handsome yet bookish features. Yet
to any neutral observer who watched the couple walking, talking, laughing and
holding hands, it was clear that Paul and Stacy were in the early stages of
first love.

Stacy just had to be careful not to hold Paul's much more delicate too
tightly. Otherwise, she might accidently crush it. Stacy was even stronger
than she looked.

When they got to Stacy's door, Paul looked up into her eyes and could almost
feel himself getting lost in them. As she had done twice before, Stacy reached
under Paul's arm and effortlessly picked him up so that she could bring his
head level with hers for a goodnight kiss. And kiss him she did. Hard.
Passionately.

When she was finished, Stacy gently placed Paul back on the ground. He almost
fell down when his feet touched terra firma because his knees were still weak
from Stacy's kiss. In fact, he WOULD have fallen down if Stacy's strong hand
hadn't been there to steady him.

"Gosh, Stacy! I really had a great time tonight," Paul said.

"Well, Paul, our date doesn't HAVE to end now."

"It doesn't?"

"Of course not; would you like to come in, Paul?"

After a few seconds of deliberation Paul said, "I'd love to."

Stacy opened the door and let Paul into the house she shared with Chrissie.
She knew that Chrissie was out of town for the weekend, and that she and Paul
would have the house all to themselves.

Stacy offered Paul a seat and then went into the kitchen to fetch a couple of
soft drinks. After a few minutes of sitting and sipping their beverages, Stacy
said, "Paul, can I ask you something?"

"Anything, Stacy; absolutely anything."

"Do you think I'm pretty?" Stacy asked.

"God yes! You're gorgeous!" was Paul's enthusiastic reply.

"Do you like me?" she asked.

"Yes, of course. I love hanging out with you, I love the way we laugh
together, and I love the way you can make just walking around campus seem like
a day at Disney World."

"Then why?" asked Stacy.

"Why what?" responded Paul.

"Why did it take you so long to ask me out?" Stacy asked.

Paul began to blush slightly. "I-I guess I'm just kind of shy around women -
especially gorgeous women like you."

Stacy smiled at Paul's sincere compliment, but then she pressed on, "But when
I asked you if you wanted to come in tonight, it seemed like you hesitated
before saying 'yes'."

"Oh . . that," Paul responded.

"Yes, 'that'," said Stacy, "And please don't give me any nonsense about having
to get early in the morning."

"I wouldn't do that," said Paul, "I like you too much to do something like
that."

"If you like me so much, why the hesitation? I thought boys were supposed to
jump at the chance to be invited in by pretty girls."

"I DID jump at the chance - at least my heart jumped inside my chest when you
invited me in. It's just . . . ."

"What?"

"You have to admit, Stacy, that you're a little bit . . intimidating."

"You . . do you mean because of my strength, and my big muscles," asked Stacy.

"Well . . yeah," answered Paul.

"But I thought you liked my body."

"I do; God, I do," said Paul.

Stacy got up and did a double bicep flex. She was wearing a spaghetti strap
t-shirt so her muscular arms were on full display. As she flexed her arms her
biceps expanded to a full 36" of beautifully peaked splendor. "Don't you like
my muscles?"

Paul could feel his dick getting hard and straining against the constraints of
his jeans. "Oh God, Stacy, if you only knew the fantasies I've had about you
and your muscles and the things I'd like to do with you."

"Then I don't get it. I've done everything short of using force to show you
that my body and I are yours for the taking."

"So why haven't I taken you - is that what you're wondering?" Paul asked.

"Exactly!"

"It's hard to explain."

"Please, try."

"For one thing, it's hard for a guy like me to feel worthy of a woman like
you."

"But, Paul, isn't that up to me to decide? And I have decided, Paul. It's you
that I want to give my body to. If you wanted me to, I'd tie myself up in a
giant ribbon and make a present of myself."

"If I wanted you to? That's a hard concept for me to get my head around. I
know it may sound stupid, but part of my problem is that you have the power to
do whatever you want to do."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, so far as it applies to you alone, but I have to admit that I find
it intimidating that you also have the power to make me do whatever you want
me to."

"But, Paul, I would never use my strength -"

"But that's just it. It's not just your strength. It's also your beauty, your
sexiness and everything else. I know that I would be powerless against you. If
you demanded that I wear a dog collar around my neck to make it clear to
everyone that I belonged to you, I'm afraid that I would do. Even if I didn't
want to - which believe me, I kind of do. But even if I didn't want to do it,
you could make me."

"But, Paul, what makes you think I would do something like that?"

"Take our goodnight kisses for example. I mean, don't get me wrong, I LOVE the
way you pick me up so easily and fill my mouth with your tongue. It's all I
can do to keep from . . . ." Paul wanted to say "Creaming my pants," but was
too embarrassed. "It's just that . . . ."

"You'd like to have more say about it?" Stacy suggested.

"Yes. And also, I've heard rumors about the way your housemate treats men."

"Chrissie?" asked Stacy. "Don't worry about that; I'm not like her when it
comes to men." Then becoming slightly indignant she added, "I'm not Chrissie
you know!"

"I know, I know," agreed Paul, "but just so we're clear, what do you mean when
you say you're not like her when it comes to men?"

"Well, for one thing, if I was like Chrissie, I'd never call you 'Paul'. She
told me one time that she deliberately calls her boy-toys by the wrong name
just so they'll get the message that they're basically interchangeable."

"That doesn't sound like anything you'd do," Paul agreed.

"And for another thing, if Chrissie picked you up and kissed you and liked it
as much as I do, she'd never stop there. She'd carry you into the house, tear
off your clothes and do IT with you until you passed out. At least that's what
she usually does."

"So . . you like kissing me?" asked Paul.

"Very much, Paul. In fact, I've been tempted ever since our first date to do
with you exactly what I just described Chrissie doing."

"I . . I think I'd like that . . except . . I'd like for it to be MY idea,"
explained Paul. "in fact, maybe I'd like to do a little clothes tearing off
myself."

"I'd like that too, Paul! That's why I've held back even though I've really
wanted to despoil you. Believe me I really wanted to, but I'm just not the
dominant type like Chrissie. I guess you could say that I'm old fashioned. I
still want to be submissive to my man. And, Paul, I would like very much for
you to be My Man."

"But that's just it! How can I be the dominant one when you're so much
stronger than I am?" Paul asked.

"Maybe this will help," suggested Stacy. She slowly, seductively removed her
shirt and bra revealing her naked upper body. Then she walked over to where
Paul was sitting and kneeled down so close in front of him that her huge
soft-yet-firm tits were practically in his lap. "I'm on my knees in front of
you, Paul, and now I'm going to beg you. Will you please be my man, Paul?
Please."

"Are . . are you saying what I think you're saying?," asked Paul sheepishly.

"Please, Paul, I'm begging you to tell me how I can use my sexy, muscular and
strong body to bring you pleasure, Paul. Please."

Paul was a young man who was used to feeling powerless and insignificant. The
fact that a woman as beautiful and strong as Stacy was offering to fulfill his
wishes was more than he had ever dared hope for except for in the hidden
recesses of his most forbidden fantasies.

"Unzip my pants," Paul said tentatively. He was thrilled when Stacy not only
obediently did what he requested but she actually bent over and unzipped his
pants with her teeth!

"T-take my penis out," said Paul.

"I'd love to," Stacy said as she gently took his penis into her soft but
strong hand.

Gaining confidence, Paul said in a voice that sounded a little more like a man
making demand than it did a boy making a request. "Kiss it."

Stacy reverently bowed her head and kissed the tip of Paul's dick as if she
were kissing the ring of her monarch.

Paul stood up and said, "Remove my pants for me." Once again Stacy did as she
was told.

"P-pick me up," Paul said, his voice confident and yet trembling with desire.

"Now what?" Stacy asked once she was holding Paul suspended between the floor
and ecstasy.

"I . . I want to . . . ." all evidence to the contrary, Paul could hardly
believe this was happening. Things like this just didn't happen to ordinary
guys like him.

Paul only came to grips with the reality of the situation when Stacey said,
"What? Anything you desire my love. Anything."

"I want to fuck your giant tits while you hold me in the air."

Stacy smiled to herself. Chrissie had described enough of her sexual exploits
for the inexperienced Stacy to know that his was a favorite activity for many
men who were fortunate enough to make love to a woman with superhuman
strength.

"It would be my pleasure," said Stacy. She gently placed Paul's hard cock
between her amazing melons and began to slowly - torturously slowly - move him
up and down. Paul's pre-cum was more than enough to provide lubrication for
his penis between Stacey's amazing tits. He was so turned on and relatively
inexperienced (although not a virgin) that he hardly lasted more than a few
strokes before exploding. His cum sprayed Stacy tits and shot so high that
some of it stuck to the ceiling!

"I - I'm sorry," Paul panted.

"Why, Baby? That's what I wanted you to do," responded Stacy.

"Sorry that I didn't last longer," explained Paul, "What about your needs?" he
asked.

"Don't worry," Stacy replied. Chrissie had instructed her many times on the
ways to get men aroused again even when they thought they had nothing left.
She felt confident that once Paul had time to rest she could get him hard
again. "What you need is a little break," she said as she began to carry him
towards her room.

As Paul rode in Stacy's arms feeling protected and secure he said, "Stacy?"

"Yes, Paul."

"Does this mean that from now on you're like, I don't know, my love slave?"

"Hmmmmm, I'm not sure I'd put it quite that way, Paul."

"Why not?"

"Because, Paul, I don't care for that term, and remember, Paul, I'm still
strong enough to whip your ass with one finger."

"Duly noted," responded Paul with a loud gulp.

* * * * *

Amourelle did her research and made some interesting discoveries. First of
all, there were enough pictures of Chrissie on social media both recently and
in the recent past for Amourelle to see that she'd gone through a major bodily
transformation seemingly overnight roughly nine months ago.

Then, although not nearly as big a social media presence, she discovered that
Stacy had gone through a similar transformation a little over six month ago.

Amourelle knew enough about strength training and human physiology to know
that bodies did not normally transform like this in so short a time. Such a
radical change usually took months or, more likely, years.

Digging deeper she found out that Chrissie, Stacy's older sister Julie and
that Lotus woman that Stacey told her about were the three women who beat up
the entire Faber College football team at a rally at their school last spring.
Most people who heard this story thought that this incident was merely a hoax
or an urban legend, but Amourelle had knowledge that it was absolutely true.

"What could turn these bitches into superwomen over night?" she wondered. She
didn't know the answer, but she had an idea who might. Amourelle picked up her
phone and made a call.

* * * * *

It turns out that Paul needed more rest than Stacy thought. Once she got him
into her bed, he fell fast asleep. Even though she was disappointed, Stacey
didn't really mind. She gently slipped off his shirt and his shoes and socks
and let him sleep. She spent most of the night gazing at his cute little naked
body.

"He's so soft and beautiful," she sighed to herself more than once.

When Paul finally began to stir, Stacy bent down and tenderly kissed him on
the lips. The she kissed first one closed eye and then the other. Then she
kissed the tip of his cute little nose. Stacy had never felt this way about a
boy before. She was a little scared of how strongly she felt about him. She
wanted to be his sweetheart, his best friend, his fellow travel and his
protector. Most of all at this moment she wanted - she ached - to be his
lover. As the song says, she wanted to feel his warm and tender body next to
hers.

"Hmmmm," Paul began to stir. He opened his eyes and saw the look of love in
Stacy's. "I'm sorry, Stacy, how long have I been asleep?"

"Too long," Stacy replied parting her lips slightly and kissing his
passionately.

"Paul, I can't wait another second," Stacy pleaded. "Please, make love to me,
Paul."

Paul considered for a second just how unlikely this situation was - that a
beautiful girl like Stacy would beg HIM to make love. Add to the fact that
Stacy was easily strong enough to break him in two and the situation crossed
the border into absurdity.

"A-are you sure this is what you want, Stacy?" Paul asked more than a little
intimidated.

"Yes, Paul, I want to feel you inside me. Fuck me, Paul, fuck me now!"

"O-okay."

With that, Stacy pulled Paul on top of her and started bucking like a bronco.
Paul held on for dear life. Paul was not a virgin, but that didn't mean he'd
ever experienced anything close to this sensation before. Stacy was so wet and
so cozy and inviting. He felt that this dick could not escape her pussy if he
wanted it to, but that was alright, because neither Paul nor his dick had any
wish to escape.

The difference in size between them was so extreme that Paul didn't just feel
like his dick was engulfed by Stacy. He almost felt as if his entire lower
body was being swallowed up. At first he thought that he was just imagining
it, but slowly Paul came to realize that as Stacy became more sexually
aroused, she began . . . growing.

Stacy felt it too. She'd never had an orgasm before. She felt this intense
pleasure welling up inside of her. She began to feel engulfed by a wave of
ecstasy that swept across her body. As this wave grew higher and threatened to
break her muscles tightened and as they tightened they grew more solid and
bigger. And bigger and bigger. It wasn't just her muscles either. Her entire
body was expanding.

Along with the feeling of intense pleasure a feeling of intense power swept
across Stacy's body in wave after closer and increasingly potent wave. Just
about the time she grew so big that the bed collapsed under her weight she let
out a banshee howl and climaxed.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!!" she screamed.

Paul found himself lying on top of a gorgeous seven foot tall mountain of
muscle. His head rested between her huge undulating breasts that seemed to
surround his entire upper body. Stacy's muscular forearms were thicker than
Paul's thighs. Her powerful thighs were wider than his chest. Stacy had grown
to her full "magic spinach" size.

"Uh, does this happen every time you have an orgasm?" Paul asked in disbelief.

"I don't know. I've never had one before," replied Stacy, then she added, "But
if they all feel as great as that, I sure intend to have a lot more in the
future!"

"All I can say is 'Wow . . just wow!'," said Paul.

For the rest of the morning Paul and Stacy stayed in her bedroom on top of
what used to be her bed and kissed and cuddled and made out. Paul was like a
little boy, and Stacy's body was his playground. Stacy's body was so huge and
so full of curves, bulges, swells, peaks and valleys that it almost WAS an
amusement park, and Paul was determined to ride every ride.

He couldn't help but feel like a young child as he sucked breasts that were
four times bigger than his head or as he was lifted and shifted around at
will. His heart nearly pounded out of his chest as Stacy flexed biceps that
inflated to a size that even a representative from Guinness World Records
would find unbelievable. He went weak in the knees when Stacy invited him to
kiss and lick those same biceps.

At the same time he felt like the biggest stud in the world when Stacy made it
clear to him that she thrilled at his every caress and tingled every time he
kissed any part of her body. And Paul made a point of kissing every square
inch of Stacy incredible body. He kissed her lips of course, and her breasts.
He also kissed and/or licked her neck, the tip of her cute nose, her fingers,
her firm, round ass, her belly button, her pussy, her inner thighs, the backs
of her knees and all ten of her sweet toes. Stacy paid equal oral attention to
him.

All the while, Stacy made it clear to Paul every chance she got that he was in
charge and that she belonged to him. She constantly asked him "What next?" and
"What else can I do to please you?" She also reminded him over and over, "My
body is ALL for you, Baby; only for you."

Around noon both Paul and dropped off to sleep. Stacy woke up a little over
two hours later to find herself back to her "normal" 5'11" height. However,
when Paul woke up a little later they made love again causing Stacy to have
another orgasm (which she had remarkably easily). When she did, once again she
transformed to her seven foot Hulkerrific self complete with rippling, bulging
muscles and supremely beautiful features.

Paul and Stacy discovered that this was the pattern. After an orgasm Stacy
would transform into her "magic spinach" form. After two hours with no major
sexual contact she would return to normal.

"Maybe it would be better if you didn't tell anyone else about this,"
suggested Stacy to Paul.

"It will just be our big secret," agreed Paul, "Besides who would believe it?"
Actually Paul didn't want to tell anyone. He feared that talking about it
might somehow break the spell. That's why he didn't even ask Stacy about it.
He reasoned, "Why look a gift horse in the mouth?"

On the other hand, Stacy thought to herself, "I WILL have to remember to call
Lotus tomorrow so that I can tell her about this latest development."

* * * * *

Behind the house that Stacy and Chrissie rented there was a small patch of
woods. A trail led from their back yard to a small greenhouse hidden by the
surrounding trees. The greenhouse was designed by Lotus's boyfriend George and
built by several of Chrissie's love slaves. Whenever one of the love slaves
dared to ask Chrissie why she needed a small greenhouse, she told them to
"Shut up and stop asking stupid questions." Then she would threaten to "set
him free" if he (or she) did it again. This stopped anyone else from asking
questions.

As Amourelle stood outside the greenhouse looking in, she thought to herself,
"It looks like regular spinach." She was told to expect this, but somehow she
still thought it would look different from the regular kind.

Once she knew what to look for, finding the greenhouse was easy. Amourelle
simply went back to Chrissie's house and looked around. She found the window
box that held the original seeds empty, but it didn't take much searching to
find the trail that led into the woods.

And that's how she found herself outside the tiny greenhouse. She reached out
to test the knob on the front door. The door had a lock on it, but true to her
careless nature, Chrissie left it unlocked. Amourelle twisted the knob and
opened the door.

A few minutes later Chrissie heard someone knocking - or more correctly
pounding - on her bedroom door. She wondered who it could be. She was lying
naked in her bed with the reinforced frame in all her Amazon glory. Three of
her boy-toys were passed out naked on the floor.

"Whoever that is should know better than to show up at my bedroom
unannounced," she said, "That could be hazardous to your health!"

Chrissie saw the knob start to turn; then she heard the sound of metal being
crushed followed by the sound and the site of the door being pushed inward
seemingly gently and yet with enough force that the door was broken off its
hinges. There, not quite framed by the doorway (her shoulders were too wide
for that) stood an equally naked spinach transformed Amourelle.

She was 6'2" of rippling muscled, huge titted, black feminine beauty. As she
dropped the door, turned slightly sideways and stepped inside the room,
Chrissie let out an audible sigh. She was in awe of Amourelle's stunning new
form. The way every muscle in her body flowed underneath her liquid smooth
skin when she walked reminded Chrissie of a beautiful black panther.

It took Chrissie longer than it should for her to grasp the situation. After
almost thirty seconds of awed silence she said, "I-I s-see that you've
d-d-discovered my s-s-spinach stash." Her voice trembled not with fear but
with desire.

"Yes, I have," agreed Amourelle. "And now it looks like there's a new queen
bitch around here." Amourelle had resented the way Chrissie treated her
before, but now she knew that she had the upper hand.

Amourelle had known girls and women like Chrissie her whole life - gorgeous,
spoiled, trifling, cheerleader types. The advantage she'd always had over
these girls and women was her superior strength - that and the fact that in
her own way she was just as beautiful. As much as it turned her on, it also
bothered her that before this Chrissie was so much stronger than her. It
particularly bothered her because somehow - even before being told about the
enhanced spinach - she instinctively knew that Chrissie hadn't really earned
her strength through hard work the way she had.

Chrissie jumped out of bed and - stepping over one of her boy-toys passed out
on the floor - walked over to Amourelle. She placed her hand on Amourelle's
massively strong shoulder and began to caress it. "If I knew that it would
make you look this good, I would have told you about the spinach," she said.
Then she added, "I've always had a thing for muscular black chicks."

Amourelle stepped into Chrissie. Their huge tits were now bumping together.
"Bullshit you would have told me about the spinach," she said, "You never
would have voluntarily given up the upper hand. Now it's too late, and
considering our new relative sizes, I'd say that you'd better hope that I have
a thing for hot, muscular blonde chicks."

"But I already know that you do," said Chrissie as she leaned in and kissed
Amourelle passionately. Their huge tits pressed against one another. As their
tongues intermingled, Chrissie reached behind Amourelle and rubbed her round,
firm ass with her hands. Then she pushed Amourelle's butt so that their naked
pussies were grinding hard against each other.

Despite her resentment towards Chrissie, Amourelle could feel her lust for the
tall, muscular, huge titted, incredibly sexy blonde goddess building. Her lust
was threatening to sweep her away on a surge of emotion. Before she went any
further, she knew that she had to establish her dominance. "Before we do
this," she started, "Let's get one thing straight, from now on I'm in charge
of this thing."

"Why should you be in charge?" Chrissie asked. She was careful to ask the
question so that it didn't sound like a challenge as much as it did simple
curiosity.

"Because of these," answered Amourelle as she began to flex her biceps.
Chrissie's eyes grew wide as she watched them expand to a full 60" of
pulsating peaked perfection!

Chrissie gulped hard. Despite her own incredible, miraculous strength, she
knew just from looking at Amourelle's huge, diamond hard muscles that the
African princess before her was much, much stronger. This frightened her, but
it also turned her on. "Whatever you say, Hercules; your wish is my command."

"You like my big new muscles, don't you, Blondie?"

"Yes," Chrissie responded. Now she understood how all the men and women who
were so in awe of her big muscles must have felt.

Amourelle flexed her huge biceps again. "Would you like to kiss them?" she
asked.

"M-may I?" Chrissie asked, trembling with anticipation.

"Only if you say 'please'," Amourelle prodded.

"P-please, may I?" Chrissie begged.

"May you what?" Amourelle responded. She liked it that that she had turned the
tables on the haughty blonde Amazon and so easily turned her from the begged
to the beggar.

"How does it feel, Blondie?" Amourelle asked with a bratty smirk. She didn't
have to explain what she meant by this question.

"It feels . . it feels . . right," Chrissie replied nd then lost no time in
resuming her pleading. "M-may I p-please kiss and lick your huge, bulging,
powerful biceps now."

"Since you asked so nicely, yes, you may," Amourelle purred.

Chrissie didn't wait to be told twice. She reverently caressed Amourelle's
beautiful mountainous peak of diamond hard, satin smooth muscles. She gently
kissed Amourelle's left bicep and playfully lapped it with her tongue. As she
continued licking Amourelle's left bicep, she reached over and caressed her
right bicep with her hand.

Chrissie could feel her desire for the beautiful, powerful, African princess
growing. She somehow managed to pull her lips away from Amourelle's beautiful
feminine muscle so that she could stand directly in front of the naked and
dangerous ebony beauty. Chrissie was still a couple of inches taller than
Amourelle, but Amourelle's shoulder were much broader. It was obvious which
two of the women possessed the greater power. This was not simply a matter of
brute strength either. Amourelle also possessed the greater sexual power, and
both women knew it.

Chrissie leaned in to kiss Amourelle with a hunger and a passion that excited
both women. She was startled by how much Amourelle's greater strength turned
her on. For the last several months she had become so used to dominating her
many lovers. She enjoyed the feeling of power associated with dominance. And
yet as she pressed her hard sexy body into Amourelle's even harder and equally
sexy form, she felt the thrill of submission. The fact that she knew her own
power so well only made her surrender that much sweeter.

"Oh . . . oooh, Amourelle, take me my powerful African goddess."

Without a word, Amourelle swept the gorgeous blonde Amazon into her powerful
arms and carried her over to the nearby bed. They spent the night exploring
each other's incredible bodies - sucking each other's huge tits, caressing and
tasting each other's rippling muscles, kissing and licking each other's hard,
round asses. There was not one inch of either woman's body that was not
kissed, licked and or caressed before the night was through.

They delighted in finding new ways to intertwine and to give one another
gratification. The only times they were interrupted were when one-by-one the
unconscious boy-toys on the floor awakened and attempted to join in. Each
time, they were forcibly ejected by the mighty Amazons who were in no mood to
share.

The next morning as the women lie wrapped in each other's arms on the mattress
that now sat on the floor amidst the splinters of the former wooden bed frame,
Chrissie looked at Amourelle with adoring eyes. "How should I address you now?
Should I call you 'Master'?"

"No . . I'm not too fond of that word," Amourelle protested.

"How about 'My Queen'?" Chrissie suggested.

Amourelle thought about it for a few seconds. "Yes, that will do."

"Yes, My Queen."

"And what about all your boy-toys?" asked Amourelle.

"They're your boy-toys now, My Queen," Chrissie replied. "And my girl-toys too
- everything I have now belongs to you." After a few more minutes of lying in
Amourelle's strong arms, Chrissie jumped up and headed towards the bedroom
door.

"Where are you going?" asked Amourelle.

"To fetch some fresh spinach for the omelet I'm making for you breakfast, My
Queen."

"Very well; I also like feta cheese."

"Yes, My Queen."

"I think I'm going to like being queen," Amourelle thought.

* * * * *

From the science journal of Lotus B. Kim:

Recently two unexpected events have taken place to advance my understanding of
the second strain of Enhanced Spinach (ES1.2) and Super Enhanced Spinach
(SES). The first and most startling concerns SES. It seems that Stacy
Albright, still the only person to have ever experienced the effects of SES,
discovered that the original effects of SES never entirely left her body.
They've only been lying dormant these past months. Recently those effects
(i.e. transforming into a 7' tall being packed with huge bulging muscles and
incalculable strength) were triggered when Stacey experienced her first
orgasm. Furthermore Stacey reports that each subsequent orgasm has triggered
the transformation as well.

This development supports my hypothesis that there is a connection between
female sexuality and the effects of ES1.2 and (especially) SES. As I have yet
to study the effects of any males under the thrall of either substance, I do
not know if male sexuality is similarly affected.

Stacy has furthermore reported that she's "as randy as a goat in heat" lately.
She attributes this condition to the sexual prowess of and her great affection
for her lover, a young man named Paul. Having met Paul, I find it hard to
believe that he possesses greater than normal sexual prowess. As to Stacy's
affection for him, I cannot say for sure, but it seems to be powerful.

When I questioned Stacy about Paul ability to keep up with her healthy sexual
appetite she reported, "He's keeping up with me as best he can, poor baby."

According to Stacy, the SES effects last approximately two hours after no
major sexual contact. After his time has elapsed, Stacey resumes her post-SES
"normal" height of 5'11". However, she also reports that since experiencing
her initial orgasmic SES transformation that even when at her 5'11" height,
there has been a significant increase in strength.

Prior to this, when Stacy was at her 5'11" height she possessed approximately
four times her original non-enhanced strength. This made it possible for her
to press around three hundred and sixty pounds.

Now, according to Stacy, when she is in her 5'11" state, she possesses
strength approximately thirty times greater than her original non-enhanced
strength. This makes it possible for her to press approximately two thousand
seven hundred pounds (which is clearly in the superhuman range) even when in
her "weakened" state.

I've asked Stacy to keep these latest developments on the DL. She assures me
that the only ones who know about it are her, Paul and myself. When I asked
her if she thought she could keep it concealed from her roommate Chrissie, she
informed me that "Chrissie is way too into her own drama right now to notice
what I'm doing."

The "drama" that Chrissie is currently embroiled in is the second recent
spinach related development. It seems that due to Chrissie's negligence,
another woman has fallen under the influence of ES1.2 and thus joined our
Spinach Sisterhood. Her name is Amourelle Jones.

She found Chrissie's hidden greenhouse where she grows her supply of ES1.2.
According to Chrissie, Amourelle has made certain statements that indicate
that she found the ES1.2 stash in part because she knew what to look for.
However, this is very unlikely due to the fact that the very existence of
ES1.2 is a closely guarded secret known to only a few people. The more likely
explanation is that Chrissie is trying to cover up and make excuses for her
own carelessness.

Amourelle's consumption of the ES1.2 has confirmed one of my major theories
concerning ES1.2. My theory is that the stronger the individual is/was before
taking ES1.2 the more powerful they become relative to others under the
influence of ES1.2. This clearly seems to be the case with Amourelle.

Prior to taking the ES1.2, Amourelle was a nationally known female power
lifter capable of lifting weights approaching three hundred pounds. This is
substantially more than twice what Chrissie could lift in her original
pre-ES1.2 state.

According to Chrissie, "Amourelle is way stronger than me." This statement
refers to when they are both "spinached up".

If my assessment that an individual who is "spinached up" using ES1.2
increases their strength one hundredfold is correct, then Amourelle should be
able to lift weights approaching fifteen tons!

Amourelle has, like Chrissie, chosen to live a life perpetually under the
influence of ES1.2. Apparently she is being encouraged to do so by Chrissie
who seems to have fallen madly in love with Amourelle. Not only has Chrissie
reported giving up all of her former love-slaves, but she has supposedly given
them to Amourelle. Meanwhile, Chrissie has taken to calling Amourelle "My
Queen".

It has even been reported that the two of them were seen walking around campus
with Chrissie wearing a dog collar attached to a leash held by Amourelle.

Privately, I have grave reservations concerning Amourelle's uninvited
inclusion into the Spinach Sisterhood previously shared by Julie Albright,
Chrissie, Stacy and myself. Perhaps my apprehension is a result of our
experience with Suzy Maxwell's consumption of ES1.2.

Also, having never met Amourelle, I'm not sure she can be trusted with so much
power. I intend to bring this matter up with Julie who is visiting week after
next. In the meantime, I think that it would be prudent for me to take certain
precautions against Amourelle's potential misuse of ES1.2.

Finally, regarding Suzy Maxwell, all attempts I have made to interview her for
research purposes have been summarily and emphatically rejected.

* * * * *

Stacy and Paul's relationship was going remarkably well. Their sex life was
incredible. Paul felt like the luckiest man in the world. Not only did he get
to have sex on a regular basis with a beautiful blonde Amazon powerhouse, but
by the time it ended he was inevitably lying on top and between the tits of a
gargantuan, wonderfully feminine, living, breathing bundle of muscle who
treated him like his kisses were more valuable than diamonds and his cock was
more potent than plutonium.

Things were so good between them in fact that it made Paul nervous. He found
himself constantly anticipating the other shoe to drop. He just could not
bring himself to believe that a guy like him could be so lucky as to have a
girlfriend like Stacy.

Then one day it looked like it would happen. The two were supposed to meet in
front of the student union for lunch. When he got there, Stacy had already
arrived, and she wasn't alone. She was standing there a casually talking to a
large muscular jock type. He was a couple of inches over six feet and looked
like he weighed in at around two-eighty or two-ninety. However, he didn't look
like he had an ounce of fat anywhere on his toned, fit body. To top it off,
his face was classically handsome in a rugged, manly sort of way.

Paul took one look and his heart sank. He knew immediately that ninety-nine
percent of the female population would dump a guy like him in an instant just
to have a chance to be with "Mr. Atlas" over there. Hell, even HE had to admit
that this guy and Stacy looked much more like a couple that he and she did.

"Might as well get this over with," he mumbled. When he walked up to Stacy she
flashed him her usual heart-melting smile.

"Oh! Paul, there you are!"

"I'm not late am I?" asked Paul then he thought to himself, "Lame, Paul,
really lame."

"No, I got here a little early, but Brad's been nice enough to keep me
company."

"I'll bet he has," thought Paul. He stuck out his hand to Brad and said, "I'm
Paul." Brad took Paul's hand and squeezed it just a little too hard just to
let Paul know that he could.

"That's right, you two don't know each other," Stacy said as if she thought
that this was the kind of guy that Paul normally associated with. "Paul, this
is Brad. He's on the football team. Brad, this is Paul, my boyfriend."

"THIS is your boyfriend?" Brad asked not even trying to conceal his amusement
or contempt.

"Yes, isn't he cute?" Stacy asked apparently oblivious to Brad's disapproval.

"I don't know about 'cute'," said Brad, "I only know that if I was fishing and
caught something this puny, I'd throw it back!"

"That's not very nice," scolded Stacy.

"Maybe not, but it's not as wrong as a hot babe like you going out with a runt
like this," Brad observed.

"I'll have you know that I consider myself lucky to have found a boy as sweet
and kind and smart and funny and, yes, as handsome as Paul."

"Whatever," said Brad exercising the limits of his wit. "All I know is that
while you're wasting time with his wimp, you could be going out with a real
man like me." As he said this, Brad flexed his muscle to reveal a huge bicep
on his right arm.

"Muscles like that don't impress me," said Stacy.

"Oh yeah, why not?" asked Brad.

"I don't know, maybe it's because I have muscles like these." Stacey flexed
HER right bicep and Brad's eyes popped as he watched it grow to more than
double the size of his tiny tissue.

"Now, are you going to apologize to my boyfriend for insulting him or what?"

"What?" Brad asked. Stacy took this to mean that Brad had chosen the "or what"
option. That was not exactly the case. He was intimidated enough by Stacy's
display that he would have been willing to apologize to Paul. Unfortunately
for Brad, he was SO intimidated that his brain was temporarily not able to
process the request.

A few minutes later Stacy and Paul were walking away from the scene. "You
didn't have to do that you know," said Paul.

"I'm sorry for losing my temper, Sweetie, but I want everyone on campus to
know that they can't get away with disrespecting my man," Stacy responded.

"You sure gave him an opportunity to think about it," observed Paul. "I'd say
it'll take him at least ten minutes to climb down."

Stacy let out a girlish giggle at the thought of seeing Brad's arms and legs
flailing as he flew through the air to the top of the tree she'd thrown him
into. Then growing more serious she said, "He's just lucky I didn't REALLY
lose my temper."

"He's lucky that we haven't had sex in the last two hours," opined Paul.

"Speaking of sex . . I'm not really that hungry . . for food," said Stacy with
a sexy inflection.

Yes, Stacy and Paul's relationship was going remarkably well.

* * * * *

Suzy Maxwell was in the best shape of her life. That was saying something
since Suzy had long prided herself on staying in top physical condition. She
spent hours each day on strength training under the guidance of a former Faber
College football player who was acting as her personal trainer. In exchange
for his help, Suzy fucked his brains out - what brains there were to fuck out
- every night.

She was now able to bench press more than two hundred and sixty pounds. This
was impressive even with her one-and-a-half times enhanced strength that was
the permanent result of her one-time intake of ES1.2.

Suzy's revenge plans were coming together. Her spy was in place, and she
wanted to make sure that was fully ready when she got the call to action.

* * * * *

"I definitely like being queen," said to herself. In a little over two weeks
since falling under the influence of ES1.2, Amourelle had learned to take full
advantage of her new circumstances.

It turns out that as a dominatrix Chrissie was a piker compared to Amourelle.
Chrissie mostly just used her boy-toys for sexual gratification and the
occasional chore or favor. Amourelle turned her power - both physical and
sexual - into material gain.

She was now living in a large three bedroom house courtesy of "contributions"
from Chrissie's former boy-toys. She was also served by both the boy-toys and
girl-toys around the clock in shifts. In return they were allowed to watch
Amourelle and Chrissie make love, flex and pose and perform feats of
mega-strength. Typically, Amourelle would order Chrissie to lift something
heavy just so she could show her superiority. For example, if Chrissie lifted
a car over her head then Amourelle would lift the same car with one hand. This
was her way of reminding EVERYONE which of them was the strongest.

Chrissie didn't mind; it only made her wetter.

Neither Chrissie nor Amourelle had very much sexual contact with any of the
boy-toys or girl-toys any more. Compared to sex with each other, sex with
anyone else was too mundane. If any of them commented on the fact that they
were being asked to serve more while receiving less in return, Amourelle would
remind them that they were also being allowed to "stay out of the hospital."

This effectively silenced all complaints.

Naturally, Chrissie spent the majority of her time at Amourelle's house.
However, Amourelle would not allow her to move in altogether. "I need SOME
time that's bimbo-free," she would tell Chrissie. Even though this hurt
Chrissie's feelings, she would always come back for more.

One day while Amourelle and Chrissie were lounging around in their bikinis on
the backyard patio with two boy-toys each painting their toenails and two more
standing by to fetch them anything they requested Chrissie said, "Oh, by the
way, a friend of mine is coming for a visit day after tomorrow. I'd love for
her to meet you."

"Why would I want to meet one of your friends?" Amourelle asked sounding as
bored as humanly possible.

"Please, My Queen, I want to show you off to her."

"But that's not how it works, is it, Blondie? You don't show me off; I show
you off," explained Amourelle.

"Of course, My Queen," Chrissie agreed. "But would you still please consider
meeting my friend Julie?"

"Julie? You mean Stacy's sister Julie?"

"That's her. She's one of my best friends, along with Lotus. Pleeease, My
Queen."

"Will Lotus be there as well?"

"Yes, I'm sure she will," answered Chrissie.

"Okay, I'll meet your friends."

Chrissie's beautiful face lit up. "Awesome! I can hardly wait."

Then Amourelle said abruptly, "I'd like you to go home now."

"Now?"

"Yes," Amourelle said tersely.

"But why? I thought we were going to fuck later."

"Don't question me!" Amourelle scolded. "Maybe I want some dick for a change."
When the boy-toys within earshot heard this, it was their turn to light up.

"But, My Queen, if you want some dick, it's all around for the taking. I don't
understand why I have to - "

"Just go! I don't have to explain myself, and I shouldn't have to say it
twice."

"Yes, My Queen," Chrissie said dejectedly. She silently got up, gathered her
things and left. When Amourelle saw how sad she looked, she felt a twinge of
guilt. It would have surprised Chrissie to know that. It surprised Amourelle
even more.

"I'll call you later and we can fuck then," Amourelle said as a way to ease
her conscience

"Yes, My Queen; thank you, My Queen."

As soon as Chrissie was gone, the boy-toys who were present gathered around
Amourelle and one of them asked, "Where do you want us, Supreme Mistress?"

"Want you? What makes you think I want you?"

"Well . . . you said something about wanting some dick," the spokesman for the
group explained.

"Oh, that." Amourelle had forgotten that she said it. "As soon as any of you
grow one, let me know." Then she said, "Hand me my cell phone, and then all of
you get lost." Of course, that's exactly what happened.

With the phone in her hand, Amourelle pushed one of the speed dial buttons.
When the party on the other end answered she said, "Suzy . . can you be ready
day after tomorrow . . . ?"

* * * * *

At last, the great day had arrived. Stacy and Paul were sitting in the front
room of the house that Stacy and Chrissie shared awaiting the arrival of
Stacy's sister Julie. Stacy could not wait to introduce Paul - her first
boyfriend - to her sister.

The front door started to open and Stacy jumped out of her seat. When she saw
that it was Chrissie and Amourelle she said, "Oh, it's just you guys."

"Geez, try not to sound so disappointed," Chrissie laughed.

Paul, of course, had heard of Amourelle and seen her a few times at the
fitness center. However, he'd not seen her since she'd joined the "Spinach
Sisterhood". "I don't remember her being THAT muscular," he thought to
himself. "Or that sexy," the voice in his head added.

"So I guess she's not here yet," Chrissie observed.

"Not yet," Stacy confirmed.

Chrissie turned to Amourelle and said, "I can't wait for you to meet her,
Sweetie."

"Yes, it should be . . interesting," Amourelle said cryptically. Stacy and
Chrissie were both so excited about seeing Julie again that they didn't notice
Amourelle's odd tone. Paul was so intimidated at being around three
astoundingly beautiful and obviously powerful women that it was all he could
do to keep from fainting.

Just then they heard a car pull into the driveway. "She's here!" Stacy
exclaimed and she squeezed by Chrissie and Amourelle and ran into the large
front yard. Amourelle, Chrissie and Paul followed.

As Julie got out of her car she let out a girlish squeal to match the one
Stacy was already making as she ran towards her older sibling. The two
beautiful sisters hugged, jumped up and down and continued their high-pitched
greetings.

Julie stepped back and said, "Let me look at you, Sis." She hadn't really been
around her sister that much since her spinach induced transformation. She
still wasn't used to just how tall and beautiful her little sister had become.

"Wow, Stacy, you look amazing!"

Since leaving college, Julie had chosen to live a day-to-day life free of the
influence of ES1.1 or ES1.2. She was 5'7" and three times stronger than she'd
been before ever consuming enhanced spinach, but she was by far the shortest
and weakest woman present at this particular gathering.

However, she generally kept a supply of ES1.2 close at hand. For one thing,
once in awhile, she and her boyfriend Jerry liked to engage in sex while Julie
was "spinached up".

Stacy took Paul by the hand and, almost accidently dislocating his shoulder,
pulled him towards Julie. "Julie, THIS is my boyfriend, Paul; Paul, THIS is my
big sister, Julie."

"I hope you're being nice to my baby sister," Julie said as the two shook
hands. "Not that you have any choice."

Paul tried hard to smile at this last comment.

"Where's Jerry?" Stacy asked.

"He couldn't get off work," Julie replied.

Having waited as long as she could, Chrissie pushed past Stacy and picked up
Julie and gave her a hug that nearly squeezed the life out of her. "How are
you, Sweetie?"

"I'm fine, Chrissie, and I see that you're still strong and fit," Julie said
after taking a few seconds to regain the breath that had nearly been squeezed
out of her by her Amazonian friend.

Chrissie looked down at her old friend with a wide affectionate smile. She
knew how much she owed Julie. It was Julie that first acquired the spinach
seeds from the sailor with the popped eye in the first place. It was their
other friend Lotus who turned ES1.1 into the even more potent ES1.2. Chrissie
understood that she owed her current life to these two women. She'd loved them
as friends before. Now she knew that there was nothing she could ever really
do to repay them.

Proudly, Chrissie walked Julie over to Amourelle and said, "Julie, this is my
queen Amourelle." Julie had known Chrissie long enough to expect the
unexpected when it came to strange developments in her love life. Even so, if
she hadn't already been briefed on the situation by Lotus, this latest
development might have thrown her for a loop.

Julie looked at Amourelle. Despite herself she could not help but feel quite
intimidated by Amourelle's incredibly powerful form. It was obvious to Julie
that even if she was "spinached up" she would still be no match for
Amourelle's equally "spinached up" form. Amourelle looked even more powerful
than Suzy had when she was "spinached up". She knew that none of the other
members of the "Spinach Sisterhood" - except Stacy when she was under the
influence of SES - would be a match for Amourelle.

Julie loved her friend Chrissie, but she didn't always fully trust her
judgment. She hoped that Amourelle was worthy of Chrissie's devotion.

"It's nice to meet you," Julie fibbed as she shook hands with Amourelle.

"I've heard a lot about you," Amourelle responded in a neutral tone that Julie
found impossible to read.

"Hey! Where's Lotus?" Julie asked changing the subject.

"She texted me a little while ago saying she was running late - something
about being tied up at the lab," Chrissie said.

"That's a surprise," Julie said sarcastically.

Julie didn't have long to ponder whether or not Amourelle was worthy of their
trust because at that moment everyone present heard the sound of breaking
glass coming from the woods behind the house.

"The greenhouse!" Chrissie shouted. Amourelle smiled to herself.

Julie gasped "You mean?"

"Yes! Someone is in the spinach," Chrissie confirmed.

"We better see who it is," Julie said with a worried voice.

"Everybody stay right where you are," Amourelle insisted. "You'll find out who
it is soon enough."

Chrissie looked at Amourelle with a puzzled look, "My Queen, what have you
done?"

* * * * *

Minutes before . . . .

Suzy Maxwell was watching the house where Chrissie and Stacy lived from a safe
distance. This was the first time she'd actually been back there since she'd
been beaten by Stacy. Even so, she knew this house and its front yard well.
She visited it often in her nightmares. This is where she cowered before the
7' She-Hulk Stacy almost every night.

When she saw Julie Albright's car pull into the front yard, she knew the time
had come for her to make her move. She was finally going to get her revenge on
Julie, Stacy and hopefully their friend Lotus Kim as well.

She circled around to the back of the house, careful not to be noticed. That
wasn't so hard since the women were busy with their reunion. Once she reached
the patch of trees behind the house, she simply followed the short trail and
found the little greenhouse.

"It's right where Amourelle told me it would be." She tested the door to see
if it was locked which it was. This was not a problem however since Amourelle
had supplied her with a key. As the key slid easily into the lock, Suzy became
giddy with anticipation. Only a few feet separated her from the valued veggie
that would turn her into a superwoman. The thought of feeling so powerful and
majestic again thrilled her even more than thoughts of revenge.

Her hand trembled as she reached out to tear off some leaves that were growing
in the soil treated with Lotus Kim's special blend of plant food. "Would it
still work?" she asked herself. She shivered at the thought that it wouldn't
even though she had no reason to doubt that it would.

As she touched the bitter leaves to her tongue a feeling oh so sweet began to
sweep over her. She could feel the tingle that spread from her tongue in waves
that spread across her entire body. Of all the women who'd partaken of ES1.2,
none of them felt the sheer joy of transformation more than Suzy.

As she chewed and swallowed the miraculous plant she could feel the power
begin to surge. She felt her body growing and her muscles getting bigger and
harder. She could actually feel her form becoming more powerful and resistant
to harm.

Suzy flexed her right arm and watched as the muscles on it grew and grew until
her bicep reached its full circumference of 55". She glanced down and watched
as her thighs and calves grew to the same relative size. She could sense that
she was even more powerful than the first time she'd gone through this
transformation.

"Working out my normal body has paid off," she thought. She'd have to remember
to give her trainer a special bonus fuck with her new and improved jacked up
body later - whether he wanted it or not.

She was more prepared for her transformation this time. As a result, she'd
worn stretchable bike shorts and a sport bra so that she wouldn't be
completely naked after she changed into what she now considered her true self.
Despite the stretch-ability of the material, her clothes were stretched so
thin and tight that they became practically transparent.

Suzy's only regret is that she didn't have a mirror to see her incredible new
form.

As she exited the greenhouse, Suzy didn't bother to open the door. She simply
punched a hole through the front glass wall and began walking towards the
house. She wasn't worried about being heard. She knew that Julie wasn't
powered up. Stacy was somewhat bigger than before, but she wasn't the seven
foot monster that haunted her dreams. Neither one of them could match her
formidable form, and Amourelle assured her that Chrissie wouldn't give her any
trouble.

She quickly made her way across the back yard and around the house. She saw
the four women and one scrawny man looking at her when she reached the front
yard.

"Okay, Bitches, now you're going to pay," she said.

Amourelle said to Suzy, "Just remember our deal; you leave Chrissie alone."

"Don't worry, the bimbo is safe," assured Suzy.

"That's fine because she's MY bimbo," stated Amourelle.

"Wait!" shouted Chrissie to Amourelle, "How do you know that bitch Suzy?"

Amourelle turned to Chrissie and said, "Through my brother Marcus. He was one
of the Faber football players you and your friends beat up last year. He's
also been acting as Suzy's personal trainer and helping her get pumped up
lately."

"So you want revenge for what we did to him," Julie concluded.

"Hell, no! I don't care about that," explained Amourelle. "I've been beating
the shit out of him since I was fifteen. It's just that when I figured out who
you three were, I called Suzy and asked her if she knew how you all got to be
so strong. I figured if anyone would know it would be her. After all, she was
the queen bee at Faber College at the time. She told me about your special
spinach. In return for that information she asked me to help HER get revenge."

Paul said quietly to Stacy, "What's going on? Special spinach? Revenge? I
don't understand ANY of this."

"I'll explain it to you later, Pookie," Stacy assured her boyfriend.

Chrissie stepped in front of Suzy. "If you think I'm going to stand by and
watch while you beat on my two friends you've got another thing coming,
bitch!"

Suzy smiled. "I was hoping you'd say something like that."

Amourelle got between them. "Chrissie, I told Suzy that you'd stay out of it.
That's the deal we made, and that's just what you're going to do."

Chrissie looked at Amourelle with tears in her eyes. "Listen, 'Relle, I love
you, and I want to obey you, but I can't this time. I can't let that bitch
Suzy hurt my friends. You don't understand how much I owe Julie. If it wasn't
for her, I would never have been exposed to the spinach. I'd just be a former
college cheerleader without a degree. I wouldn't even have you. I owe her
everything."

Amourelle looked deep into Chrissie's eyes. Chrissie had told her "I love you"
before, but it had never meant much to her. Her life had been such a whirlwind
lately that she never stopped to consider that Chrissie could have developed
real affection for her. What's more, she never considered the possibility that
she could develop real and tender feeling for Chrissie.

Now as she looked into Chrissie's eyes however, she saw something deep and
meaningful. She knew that Chrissie meant it when she said, "I love you." She
also came to the realization that she was able to recognize Chrissie's feeling
for her because she felt at least partly the same way.

Amourelle's usual hard exterior softened. More than one person present
remarked later that the look on Amourelle's face reminded them of the look on
the Grinch's face when he realized the true meaning of Christmas. "But,
Blondie, Suzy's been working out. You're no match for her."

"Maybe I can at least hold her off while Stacy and Julie get away."

Meanwhile, while all this was going on, Julie quietly slipped over to her car
and got out the secret stash of ES1.2 she'd packed. She quietly ate some of
the power plant. The others were alerted to his fact when they heard the sound
of her outer clothes being ripped to shreds and she grew to her "spinached up"
5'11" height and flexed her huge 50" biceps.

"I'm not going anywhere," Julie told the assembled gathering.

Suzy smiled at this. She still felt confident that she could take both
Chrissie and Julie even in their transformed states. Not only had she been
doing strength training, but she'd been working on her fighting skills as
well. She knew that the only woman there who could stand up to her was
Amourelle.

"Fine by me," Suzy said. Then she turned to Stacy and said, "Once I give these
two what's coming to them, I'm coming after you."

Amourelle looked at Chrissie's beautiful face. She once again looked deep into
her soft blue eyes. She almost hoped that what she felt for Chrissie wasn't
real. But no, it was genuine alright. She turned to Suzy and said, "I'm sorry,
Suzy, but I can't let you do that?"

"What???? We had a deal!"

"I know, but that was before," said Amourelle.

"Before what?" asked Suzy.

"Before I realized that I love Chrissie." Until that moment when she actually
heard herself saying the words, Amourelle didn't fully admit to herself that
it was true. She turned back to Chrissie and said, "It's true, Blondie, I love
you too."

"This is bullshit!" shouted Suzy. "I will NOT be cheated out of my revenge!"

"Neither will I," a male voice rang out. From the side of the house stepped a
large naked black man who was built like the CGI version of the Incredible
Hulk. He was obviously under the influence of ES1.2.

"Marcus!" Suzy shouted, "What are you doing here?"

"I followed you," he explained.

"But how did you even know that I'd be coming here?" Suzy asked.

"You talk in your sleep."

"Wait a minute," said Chrissie, "He said 'Neither will I,' when Suzy said she
would not be cheated out of her revenge. What does this guy want revenge for?"

"This is my brother Marcus," replied Amourelle. When Chrissie still didn't
seem to understand Amourelle added, "One of the Faber football players you and
your friends beat up. Remember?"

"Ooooooohhh," Chrissie said.

Poor Paul was hopelessly trying to catch up.

"Marcus, go home," said Suzy. "I don't need some man to fight my battles for
me."

Marcus flexed his new, huge muscles. "No way, I'm finally going to get even
with these cunts for what they did to me and my teammates."

"I mean it, Marcus, get the hell out of here before I kick your ass!" shouted
Suzy.

Marcus flexed his superb sinew again. "I don't think you CAN kick my ass,
Suzy. Remember that I ate the spinach too. Besides I thought you hated these
skanks as much as I do."

"I do, dumbass, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stand by and let some man
beat them up."

No one was more surprised to hear these words coming out of the mouth of Suzy
Maxwell than Julie Albright was. However, she thought she understood. She and
Suzy had been heated rivals since middle school. However, before their rivalry
they'd been friends. Perhaps that's why despite their antagonism they'd always
fought fair against one another. There had always been an unspoken respect
between them. She realized that she'd violated that respect when she spanked
Suzy in public and on her home turf of Faber College while she was in her
"spinached up" form and Suzy was not.

For the first time, Julie considered the possibility that perhaps she'd
deserved the beating Suzy later gave her. It also occurred to her that if the
situation was reversed, that if a man was threatening to beat Suzy up, that
she would try to intervene as well. At least she hoped that she would.

That's why Julie stepped forward and said, "You may be able to beat Suzy or me
separately, Marcus, but we're not going to give you that chance. If you touch
her then you're going to have to take us both on." A look then passed between
Suzy and Julie. It was a look that said, "I've got your back, Sister."

A strange thought then occurred to Julie. She'd known Suzy longer than she'd
known any of the other women in the Spinach Sisterhood except for her sister.
In a strange way her relationship with Suzy - though antagonistic - was not
only older but deeper than her relationship with her two best friends Chrissie
and Lotus.

"No problem," Marcus said.

Then Amourelle spoke up, "You're forgetting one thing, Marcus. I've been
beating the shit out of you since I was fifteen. With both of us being under
the influence of the spinach, I shouldn't have any trouble doing it now."

"Yeah? Maybe, Sis, except, I'm not alone." With that, fifteen other "spinached
up" Faber men came out from the side of the house. They were all naked except
for one guy whose purple pants mysteriously stretched out to accommodate his
new gargantuan size. They were all former and current college football players
who'd been victims of the "Faber Massacre", and they all had blood in their
eyes.

Paul could see that these male behemoths were slowly moving to surround the
women. He and Stacy were standing a little off to the side, and he pulled her
arm. "Quick, Stacy, over here." Stacy didn't resist as Paul guided her to a
cluster of bushes on the side of the front yard.

"Drop your pants," Paul implored.

"What? Why?" asked Stacy.

"So that I can lick your pussy," explained Paul.

"Here? Now?" asked Stacy.

"Yes! That's the quickest way for me to give you an orgasm," said Paul.

"Do you really think that now is a good time for that?" asked Stacy.

"I think it's the perfect time. Remember what happens to you when you have an
orgasm?"

"Ooooooohhh," Stacy said as she dropped her pants. Paul fell to his knees and
began licking for dear life.

Meanwhile, the Faber men were moving into place. Amourelle stepped up to her
brother and said, "I'm warning you Marcus."

"Oh yeah, well fuck y -" That was as far as he got before Amourelle knocked
him out with one punch.

The other Faber men hesitated. At that moment, a scream exploded from out of
the nearby bushes. "OOOOOOOHHH GAAWWDD, YEEESSSSSS!!!" All eyes turned in that
direction in time to see the full-on seven foot tall, naked version of Stacy
exploding out of the bushes.

Mega-Stacy stepped out of the shrubs smiling from ear to ear. In a voice that
sounded like feminine rolling thunder she said, "Let's do this."

Before anyone could make a move, another car pulled up into the yard. Out
stepped Lotus Kim and her boyfriend George. Immediately assessing the
situation, Lotus pulled out a plastic baggie full of spinach and ate several
leaves.

Everyone assembled watched with open mouths as before their eyes Lotus
transformed into a 7'2", mega-muscled version of her former already impressive
self. Every stitch of clothing she had on except for the super-stretch panties
she was wearing fell off her new body ripped to ribbons.

Lotus flexed her arms and everyone assemble watched as her biceps expanded to
an amazing 86".

"I thought that you didn't have any more Super Enhanced Spinach," Julie said
to Lotus.

"I lied," was Lotus's brief explanation. She tossed the plastic baggie to
Julie.

Julie pulled out a few leaves and ate them and tossed the bag to Chrissie who
did the same. Both women transformed into 7' plus tall, impossibly muscular
and beautiful versions of their former selves. Chrissie turned and gave the
bag of super-spinach to Amourelle who said, "I don't need it."

Amourelle then turned and decked another one of the Faber football players
with one punch as if to show everyone the truth of what she said.

Suzy ran over to Amourelle and said, "Let me have some." When Amourelle
hesitated, Suzy said, "What? You still don't trust me? You five might not be
my favorite people, but that doesn't mean I'm going to take the side of men
who want to beat up women!"

Amourelle looked at Chrissie who looked to Julie. Julie nodded her consent
which gave Amourelle the go ahead to hand the SES to Suzy. Suzy quickly
ingested the grandiose greens and tilted her head back in anticipation of the
euphoric transformation. She was not disappointed.

Once again her body experienced the wave of pleasure and power that swept
across her body and changed her into a more perfect version of herself. Was it
possible to become more superlative? Suzy would have argued "No" the day
before. However that was before experiencing the SES transformation. Clearly
she was in a place where the normal laws of physics no longer reigned.

And what about the Faber men? As they watched the last of the women they had
surrounded change into a tribe of She-Hulks - all except for Amourelle who
could kick most of their asses anyway - they collectively reached the
conclusion that now would be a great time TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE. With
this goal in mind, they simultaneously took off in opposite directions.

They never stood a chance. Most of the guys didn't make it more than a few
steps. Stacy, Julie, Chrissie, Lotus and Suzy seemed to be everywhere at once.
And wherever they were, incredible hulking men were quickly tossed around or
otherwise twisted, bent or beaten into submission. A few of the men made vain
attempts to fight back, but even in their ES1.2 transformed states - even
though they were all now strong enough to lift cars - all they got for their
troubled were broken fists and more severe headaches when they eventually woke
up.

Amourelle who figured that she'd already done her part enjoyed the show and
watched as large "spinached up" men went flying through the air courtesy of
even larger "super-spinached up" women. She thought that it was sad in a way
that none of these guys would really get the chance to enjoy their new
enhanced forms since by the time they woke up, they'd be back to normal.

In less than three minutes, all sixteen of the Faber footballers were sprawled
out in the large front yard in various states of unconsciousness - all except
one. The second guy that Amourelle punched out was still barely conscious.
Amourelle hadn't hit him as hard as she'd hit her brother.

He managed to struggle to his feet and snuck over the where Paul and Lotus's
boyfriend George were standing. He grabbed both of the smaller men from behind
and picked them up by the scruff of their necks.

"Hey!" he shouted.

The women all turned towards him.

"Let me go, or I'm going to break these wimps in two," he threatened.

"If you hurt my man, I swear to God that I'll fucking kill you," said Stacy.
No one present doubted that she meant it.

"I-I-I don't want to hurt anyone. I-I just want to get out of here unharmed,"
he said.

"Is that all?" a voice asked. It took everyone a few seconds to realize that
it was George's voice.

"What do you mean?" asked the only Faber man still standing.

"I mean, don't you want these women to pay for what they did to you and your
teammates?" George asked.

"Yeah . . but that's impossible. I mean . . look at the muscles on these
super-babes. I don't stand a chance against them."

"What's your name?" George asked.

"S-Stanly," the Faber man replied.

"Stanly, has it occurred to you that you'd be as big as these women if you ate
some of the spinach that THEY ate," George suggested.

Stanly thought about it for a few seconds and asked suspiciously, "Why are you
telling me this?"

"Because, we men have to stick together! What do you think it's been like for
me dating a chick that's stronger than me? What do you think it's been like
watching as my girlfriend and her friends are all stronger than me? Do they
ever offer ME any spinach? Hell no! I'm just the boyfriend. I'm not worthy of
their precious 'Spinach Sisterhood'."

"What? Why is your boyfriend selling us out?" Julie whispered to Lotus.

"Don't worry; George knows what he's doing," Lotus whispered back.

"Yeah! Give me some of that spinach that you babes ate," Stanly demanded.

"No way!" said Suzy who still possessed the plastic baggie of SES.

"Give it to him," Stacy demanded.

"Why should I?" asked Suzy.

Julie looked at her old rival and asked, "Suzy, was this just a short term
truce, or are you really one of us now?"

Suzy thought about it for several seconds. It wasn't like she wanted to be
best friends with Julie all of a sudden. On the other hand, she was tired of
the endless cycle of tit for tat that had been going on for too many years.
Julie had consented to trust her with the SES. Maybe it was time for her to
prove worthy of that trust. "I . . I guess I'm one of you," she said
hesitantly.

"Then give him the spinach," Julie requested.

Reluctantly, Suzy complied.

Stanly wasted no time in gobbling down the remaining SES. He then dropped Paul
and George and waited for the expected transformation. Only . . the
transformation that took place was not what he expected. Instead of getting
bigger, he could feel himself shrinking! He soon found himself shrunk down to
his normal size, and he was already the smallest member of the team - actually
little more than the team mascot. In fact, George was now bigger than he was.

George walked over to him and said, "Take that, Rudy!" as he punched Stanly
knocking him to the ground. "And for the record, dating a woman who's stronger
than me has been fantastic."

Paul smiled knowingly at this

"So the SES . . ." Julie began.

"Doesn't work on men," Lotus completed. "See, when George and I developed this
strain of spinach, we made sure that it would react negatively to a Y
chromosome."

"Whoa!" Stacy said, "That's bloody brilliant, Lotus!"

"Don't congratulate me; that was George's idea." As a reward for his forward
thinking, Julie, Chrissie and Stacy each gave George a kiss on the cheek.
Later that night, Lotus took him on an erotic roller coaster as only a woman
under the influence of SES could.

So before any of the other beaten up players regained consciousness, Lotus
went back to her lab and retrieved some SES in liquid concentrate form. Mixing
one part concentrate with nine parts water, Lotus injected the mixture down
the throats of each of the sleeping men.

"So when they wake up?" asked Amourelle.

"They won't have any residual effects from ingesting the ES1.2," Lotus
replied.

When it was all over, everyone agreed that it had been quite a day. They all
knew that the "Second Faber Massacre" as it came to be known was an event
they'd never forget. Despite all that happened, most of the people present
said that the most incredible site of all was when Julie Albright and Suzy
Maxwell went to shake hands.

"Peace?" Suzy said and she extended her hand. "Peace," concluded Julie, "But
I'm not going to shake your hand. That's what guys would do," she said as she
embraced Suzy with a full on hug.

"This doesn't mean that I'm adding you to my Christmas card list," Suzy said
sarcastically.

"I'll try to have a merry Christmas anyway," Julie responded.

The vision of two supremely powerful and sexy women embracing in front of him
with their huge tits mashing into each other was enough to give Paul
semi-wood. Stacy noticed this and picked her boyfriend up in her arms. She
delicately squeezed his cock and said, "Remember, Pookie, that's just for me."

"O-of c-c-course," an embarrassed Paul replied, "I j-just . . ."

"Don't be frightened, Pookie, I understand," Stacy assured him. Then she
whispered in his ear with her sexiest voice, "But just wait until I get you
alone later. I'm showing you no mercy."

* * * * *

Three months later, Lotus was working at the home writing up her latest notes.
It seems that after taking the initial dose of SES which wore off after
twenty-four hours, each of the women - Julie, Chrissie, Suzy and Lotus herself
- experienced the same effect that Stacy did. Now, every time one of them has
an orgasm, they transform into seven foot or taller, mega-muscled versions of
themselves.

As with Stacy this effect lasts approximately two hours.

Julie, Stacy and Lotus are all still in relationships with the same men which
makes each of their respective men very happy. Amourelle and Chrissie are also
still together. They still have boy-toys and girl-toys, but they only enjoy
them together. Suzy reports that she is currently "playing the field."

Somewhat surprisingly Amourelle has opted NOT to partake of SES. She has come
to terms with the fact that for two hours after every orgasm Chrissie is the
more powerful one in their relationship.

Since the day of the "Second Faber Massacre" Amourelle's brother Marcus has
disappeared. His current whereabouts are unknown.

Lotus was finishing up her notes when she heard a knock at the door. When she
opened it, two heavily muscled, seven-and-a-half feet tall women were standing
there. Their skin had a subtle pale green tinge to it, and they had slightly
larger than normal violet eyes. They were wearing silver metallic jumpsuits.

One of them spoke. "I am Dr. Puna and this is my associate, Professor Tanga.
We have journeyed a great distance for one purpose. Please, return our spinach
seeds, and we will be on our way."

"I wondered when you space Amazons would finally show up." said Lotus. "As for
your seeds, sorry, you can't have them!"

THE END . . . ?

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<The Spinach Sisterhood>

<by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com>

<A sequel to She's Strong To Th' Finach and Even Stronger>

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What a strange trip this has been . . . . This story is a sequel to two other
stories I've written ("She's Strong To Th' Finach" and "Even Stronger"). All
three stories involve spinach, and all three stories were written on
commission. The strange part is, the three stories were commissioned by three
different readers!

The fellow who commissioned the original story wanted me to use characters
that he'd created, however, I insisted that I'd prefer to make up my own. He
eventually agreed to this, but offered me less money than he would have paid
for a story using his characters.

Needless to say, I'm glad that I stuck to my guns because if I had used his
characters, I would not have felt at liberty to write the two follow-up
stories.

Anyway, let me know what you think of my latest effort. I'd love to read your
comments. Send them to sonofjackwell@gmail.com

And if YOU'D like me to write a custom story for you, drop me an email and let
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The gym was closed for the night, but that didn't matter to Chrissie. The
owner was one of her slaves, and she felt like showing off her muscles. Even
though the owner himself was not included in this particular display of
Chrissie's incredible power, he turned over the keys to his gym when she
demanded them. He did so because he knew that ultimately he was powerless to
say no to her.

For one thing, the gym owner knew what Chrissie could do to him if he dared
refuse her "request". For another, giving her the key only saved him from
having to replace the steel reinforced front door that Chrissie would easily
rip off its hinges if she decided she wanted in and DIDN'T have a key. And for
yet another reason, he was far too much in love with Chrissie - her beauty,
her power - to have a will of his own where she was concerned.

On this particular evening, Chrissie had three of her boy-toys with her. Two
of them were defensive linemen for the Medfield college football team. The
other one was the college's heavyweight champion wrestler who was expected to
be a shoo-in to represent the next United States Olympics team. All three of
them were as intimidated by Chrissie's strength as they were turned on by it.
She was getting them warmed up by doing some sexy poses wearing nothing but
her string bikini.

As Chrissie went into a double bicep pose the peaks on her mighty arm grew and
grew. As her biceps grew bigger, her three lovers' penis's got harder. When
her incredible biceps reached 48" in circumference, the three young men each
felt like their dicks would explode at any time. The main thing that kept them
from doing so is that they knew that the punishment was severe for any man
that climaxed without Chrissie's permission.

"M-m-my God, Miss Chrissie, that's the biggest m-m-muscle I've ever seen,"
stuttered out boy-toy Clyde, one of the football players.

"Of course it is," Chrissie replied in a bored voice. "It's almost as big as
my amazing tits." As she said this, she flexed her chest muscles slightly
which caused her bikini top to explode off her amazing tits.

"Y-you're the most amazing woman in the world, Miss Chrissie" stated boy-toy
Felix, the other lineman.

"Tell me something I don't know," Chrissie said sounding even more
disinterested than before.

"H-h-how strong are you, Miss Chrissie?" asked boy-toy Rodney, the heavy
weight wrestler.

"Much stronger than any of you wimps will ever be - stronger than the three of
you put together and tripled," she said.

"Ooooooh God, Miss Chrissie, just hearing you talk that way! C-can I
puh-please take my dick out and jerk off while I watch you?" asked boy-toy
Clyde.

"Y-yes, please let us jerk off to your magnificence, Miss Chrissie," Felix
begged.

"Please, Chrissie, please say it's alright," pleaded Rodney. Chrissie gave
Rodney a sharp glare. He knew he'd done something wrong. Then it hit him.
"I-I-I mean MISS Chrissie," he said with more than a trace of panic in his
voice.

Chrissie shook her head gravely at Rodney. He immediately fell to his knees.
"Please, Miss Chrissie, please don't make me leave!"

"You know the rules," Chrissie said as if it was out of her hands. The rule
was, if any of her love slaves failed to address her as Miss Chrissie at any
time for any reason, they were cut off for one month. "If I didn't make an
exception for the Dean of Students, I sure can't make an exception for you,"
she explained.

"B-b-but it won't happen again, Miss Chrissie. Please, I've waited patiently
for almost a month for my turn. Puh-please don't make me go," he begged.

"Roger, don't make me kick your ass," Chrissie said.

Knowing that she could easily do as she threatened and that it would do no
good to plead his case any further, Rodney got up with as much dignity as he
could muster and left the gym with his head held low.

"S-s-so where are we on the jerk off question, Miss Chrissie?" Felix asked
cautiously.

"No, not yet," replied Chrissie, "I don't want you wimps blowing your loads
early."

"Yes, Miss Chrissie," the two worshippers said in unison. What followed did
not disappoint. Chrissie spent several minutes demonstrating her strength not
by going over to the weight machines and lifting massive amounts of weight but
by lifting the entire machines themselves - even the ones that were bolted to
the floor!

By the time she was finished lifting every machine in the gym, Felix and Clyde
were sweating profusely from the strain of NOT beating their meat. Chrissie on
the other hand looked fresh as a daisy.

Finally, she gave the two men permission to take off their clothes. When they
were naked, she went over to them and scooped them both up in her powerful
arms under their buttocks. Their cocks were pressed hard against her huge
breasts. Almost against their will the two men began to hump Chrissie's
amazing boobs.

"That's right, my little slaves, cum for mommy," she said. That was all the
encouragement they needed. Both men shot their loads at the same time spraying
massive amount of cum all over Chrissies tits.

Still holding the two men close to her super-strong body, Chrissie looked up
and said to Felix, "How lucky are you to know me, Steve?"

"I'm very lucky, Miss Chrissie, but my named is Felix."

"What does it matter, worm?" asked Chrissie. "If you correct me like that
again you might become known as 'hospital patient in excruciating pain'."

"You're right, Miss Chrissie. In fact, would you like me to change my name to
Steve?"

"I repeat: what does it matter?" Even though Chrissie said this, it secretly
gave her a thrill to know that he would change his name just to please her.
Chrissie loved knowing that she had over two dozen slaves - most of them
athletes with a few professors and the Dean of Students thrown in for
variety's sake - who were entirely and without hesitation devoted to her
majesty.

After that Chrissie sucked her two boy-toys hard again and fucked them into
oblivion. She almost wished she hadn't been forced to dismiss Rodney since
only two trained, fit athletes didn't possess nearly enough stamina to
sexually satisfy her. "But rules are rules," she thought to herself.

Just before falling into unconsciousness, Clyde asked Chrissie, "M-m-miss
Chrissie, how did you get to be so big and strong?"

* * * * *

From the science journal of Lotus B. Kim:

To review for the last nine months I have been studying three related and
remarkable strains of spinach as part of my botany studies at Medfield
College.

The first stain - designated enhanced spinach (ES1.1) - was given to my former
housemate and friend Julie Albright in seed form by a mysterious one-eyed
sailor man. (All attempts to track him down have proved futile.) Julie planted
a portion of the seeds in a window box that hung outside the kitchen of a
house that she, another housemate and I were renting at the time. She was
stunned to discover that after planting the seeds they grew into full spinach
plants overnight.

Julie soon discovered that ingesting even a small amount of ES1.1 produced a
dramatic effect on her physiology. She gained several pounds of muscle mass
and many times her normal strength. (A conservative estimate would be that
under the influence of ES1.1 her strength increased approximately twentyfold.)
After several hours, the effects of ES1.1 wears off and the person influenced
by it returns to a completely normal state with no ill effects.

Soon after Ms. Albright consumed ES1.1, our other former housemate, Chrissie
White ingested it with similar results. They became the first two members of a
group that we loosely call the "Spinach Sisterhood".

The two women were provided with a virtually limitless supply of ES1.1 since
any portion of the plant picked off and consumed regenerates itself in
approximately the same amount of time it take for the effects of the plant to
wear off. As long as some of the roots of the original plant are planted in
healthy soil and provided with adequate water and nutrients, the ES1.1 seems
to replicate itself endlessly.

The second strain (ES1.2) was created as a result of my adding an advanced
plant food of my own devising to the soil the ES1.1 was planted in. When
Julie, Chrissie and myself ate small samples of ES1.2 our bodies went through
even more dramatic transformations. Not only did we gain approximately one
hundred pounds of muscle mass, but all three of us grew several inches.

Julie who was originally 5'5" grew to a height of 5'11'. Chrissie who was
originally 5'10" grew to a height of approximately 6'41/2". As for myself, I
went from a height of 5'8" to just over 6'2". Thus I became the third member
of the Spinach Sisterhood.

Under the influence of ES1.2 we grew exponentially more powerful in nearly
every way. Our strength increased to superhuman levels, and our speed,
endurance and invulnerability also increased to similar levels. Even our
sensory skills such as seeing and hearing seemed to advance to superhuman
levels.

A conservative estimate would be that our strength and vitality increased to
one hundred times normal. For example, under the influence of ES1.2, Julie,
Chrissie and I had absolutely no trouble at all beating up the entire Faber
College football team. Even though they were trained and powerful male
athletes, their strength was as less than infants to our own awesome super
strength.

After our initial experience under the influence of ES1.2 (commonly known as
being "spinached up"), I allowed its effects to wear off. This took
approximately eight hours. Julie and Chrissie chose to continue to ingest
ES1.2 and thus remain under its influence. As ES1.2 has the same regenerative
properties as ES1.1, they had a virtually endless supply of ES1.2 and
therefore no trouble remaining "spinached up".

Remarkably, I discovered that even after only a single consumption of ES1.2,
there was a permanent residual effect. I had permanently gained two inches in
height, giving me a new "normal" height of 5'10", and approximately
twenty-five pounds of enhanced muscle mass. I also found that my strength was
approximately 1.5 times greater than I had been before ingesting ES1.2.

As a result of their prolonged exposure to ES1.2 Julie and Chrissie
experienced more extreme results. First, they discovered that after being
"spinached up" with ES1.2 almost constantly for a period of several weeks that
in addition to increased height and muscle mass, they retained roughly three
times their normal strength and stamina even after the effects had worn off.

As both women were extremely fit, highly trained athletes before ingesting
ES1.2 and were able to press in slight excess of one hundred and ten pounds,
they are now able to press between three hundred and three hundred and fifty
pounds even when not under the influence of ES1.2.

Since graduating from college, Julie has chosen a day-to-day life free of the
influence of either strand of enhanced spinach although I understand she keeps
a supply of ES1.2 close at hand "in case of emergency". So to recap, Julie's
new "normal" height is 5'7" with approximately forty pounds of increased
muscle mass and strength approximately three times greater than before she
first consumed either ES1.1 or ES1.2.

Meanwhile, Chrissie is still enrolled at Medfield College as an undergraduate
having chosen to take what she calls the "six year plan" towards college
graduation. She has also chosen to remain under the constant influence of
ES1.2 which means that she has chosen to live the life of "a super-strong,
mega-muscled Amazon goddess" (her words).

Chrissie's supply of ES1.2 is kept in a secret location. This precaution is
taken because the previous supply that was planted the window box planter of
the house that the three of us rented was compromised and some of the spinach
"fell into the wrong hands". (More on that later.)

It should also be noted that due to her prolonged exposure to ES1.2, Chrissie
has reported that she does not need to consume the substance nearly as often.
Initially, one had to "spinach up" every eight hours or so in order to remain
continuously under its influence. However, according to Chrissie, she now only
has to consume ES1.2 once "every twenty-four hours or so" to stay perpetually
under its influence.

A dose adequate to remain "spinached up" is as small as eight to ten leaves.
It must also be pointed out however that taking more frequent and/or greater
amounts of ES1.2 DOES NOT lead to an increase of its effects.

It should be further noted that consumption of ES1.2 also seems to cause the
person who consumes it to have a greater sexual appetite and in some way that
is not fully understood, it causes that person to be more sexually attractive
to others. Chrissie who was considered quite sexually attractive and active
even before consuming either ES1.1 or ES1.2 now reports (in her own words), "I
can't seem to get enough dick, dick, dick and occasional pussy, and no one can
seem to get enough of me."

As a result of this increased sexual appetite, Chrissie maintains an
ever-growing stable of "boy-toys" and even some "girl-toys" to keep her
sexually satisfied.

The issue of heightened sexual attractiveness is no doubt tied to the fact
that females who are "spinached up" with ES1.2 experience enhancements in
areas other than muscular development - in areas that are often associated
with female sexuality. For example, every woman who is known to have consumed
ES1.2 has experienced greater breast size as well as increased firmness and
fullness. Likewise, their derrieres have become rounder, firmer and more
prominent while their waists remain relatively small - even proportionately
smaller in comparison to the rest of their bodies.

There even seems to be subtle improvements associated with the most attractive
features of individual women. For example, if a woman has soft, full lips,
under the influence of ES1.2 they SEEM to become fuller and softer. If a woman
is known for her delicately beautiful face, her face SEEMS to become even more
delicate and beautiful. A woman known for her radiant complexion will SEEM to
positively glow under the influence of ES1.2. Of course, these effects are
hard to measure since they are so subjective. Further research is indicated.

Needless to say greater sexual endurance is also a byproduct of exposure to
ES1.2.

My personal experience seems to support these conclusions. After my one and
(so far) only exposure to ES1.2, I "fucked the living daylights" out of my
boyfriend George Beaver before its effect wore off. Even today there seems to
be a residual heightened sexual appetite on my part, and George certainly
seems even more attracted to me than he was before. Some of this is no doubt a
result of my greater strength and muscle mass.

In the interest of full disclosure, it must be reported that even before my
exposure to ES1.2, as a trained scholar-athlete, I was already taller and
stronger than George. As he freely admits, this is a major reason for his
initial attraction to me - that and the fact that I'm a "smoking hot Asian
babe" (his words, but ones that I heartily agree with).

The only other woman exposed to ES1.2 (the "wrong hands" referred to earlier)
was named Suzy Maxwell. Suzy was a cheerleader from Faber College, the main
rival of Medfield College. Suzy's exposure to ES1.2 yielded similar results to
those experienced by Julie, Chrissie and myself.

Prior to her exposure, Suzy was 5'3" with an impressive (I must admit)
36DD-23-34 figure. She was also in excellent physical shape with a hard body
to show for it. In addition, she possessed a beautiful face and the type of
naturally blonde hair that many men prefer.

As a result of her exposure to ES1.2 Suzy's breasts grew to an estimated L or
M-cup. Her flexed biceps grew to an estimated 52" inches. (This is based on
the fact that while "spinached up" we know that Julie Albright's biceps
expanded to 50" when fully flexed and Suzy's biceps when "spinached up"
appeared to be slightly larger.)

Her already spectacular, in shape body now radiated power and was covered with
rippling muscles. She also grew several inches to an estimated height of 5'8"
or 5'9".

As fate would have it, Suzy's exposure to ES1.2 corresponded with one of the
rare times when neither Julie nor Chrissie were "spinached up". Therefore,
Suzy used this opportunity to beat up my two former housemates and me. This
was in revenge for what we did to her college's football team (including the
fact that after beating up Faber's players, Julie publically spanked Suzy).

This brings us to the third strain of spinach that I've been studying. It was
developed by me in the lab along with my colleague and sweetheart, George
Beaver, using some of the original ES1.1 seed as our genetic starting point.
From these seeds we were able to develop a strain of spinach that I have
designated Super Enhanced Spinach or SES. The SES strain has only been tested
once on Julie Albright's younger sister Stacy Albright.

Under the power of the SES strain, Stacy grew from her normal 5'6" to a full
7'. She appeared to gain at least two hundred pounds of muscle mass and
typically, other parts of her body - i.e. her breasts and buttocks - also
expanded in size, fullness and firmness.

The strength that Stacy displayed while "spinached up" with SES was at such a
high level that it is impossible to estimate with any degree of accuracy.
However, it was of such a high magnitude that when she confronted Suzy who was
still "spinached up" with ES1.2, her power dwarfed Suzy's.

She was able to withstand a punch to the abdomen thrown by the powered up
Suzy. In fact, she laughed at Suzy's effort even though the force of the punch
was enough to shatter Suzy's hand. When Stacy then hit Suzy with what she
assures us was less than full force, the blow sent Suzy flying out of sight.

We understand that Suzy woke up in the next county with a shattered jaw to
match her shattered hand. It has been reported that Suzy has fully recovered
from her injuries and that she retains the added two inches in height and 1.5
times strength that is the typical permanent effect of a single exposure to
ES1.2.

These last facts cannot be definitively verified however due to Suzy's
absolute refusal to communicate with me or to cooperate in any way with my
studies.

As for Stacy, it took a full twenty-four hours for the effects of the SES to
wear off. After that time had elapsed, she found her body permanently
transformed. She was now a full five inches taller making her new height 5'11"
and she possessed strength roughly four time greater than she had before
ingesting the SES.

Before consuming the SES Ms. Stacy Albright was an athlete like her older
sister Julie. However, she did not compete at quite the same level. As such
she was only able to press approximately ninety pounds prior to becoming
"spinached up". As a result, she is able to now press around three hundred and
sixty pounds which makes her stronger than the vast majority of the male
population.

It must also be noted that the SES permanently transformed her body in another
way as well. Prior to the SES, Stacy did not possess a body that displayed
many of the attributes commonly referred to as "feminine charms". That is to
say that she was flat-chested with an equally flat derriere and, in general, a
lack of the soft curves that are usually associated with feminine
attractiveness.

However, as a permanent reaction to her only consumption of SES, Stacy has
what is described as "one of the finest bods on campus". Given the fact that
her sexual experience prior to her transformation was extremely limited (I.e.
she was a virgin.) it is not yet known how her exposure to SES has affected
her sexual appetite, but it has obviously made her more sexually alluring.

Even though I no longer share a house with Chrissie, I am still in frequent
contact with her. The house I used to share with her and Julie is now shared
by Chrissie, Stacy and whoever Chrissie brings home for the night, weekend or
week.

After her single exposure to SES, Stacy has chosen not to partake of ES1.2 as
her housemate Chrissie does. Neither of them have access to ES1.1 nor SES. I
still have a small supply of the original ES1.1 seeds given to Julie Albright
by the mysterious one-eyed sailor.

Regarding SES, as far as the rest of the world knows the entire world supply
was destroyed in a lab fire that occurred seven months ago. The only two
people who know that some SES seeds survived are George Beaver and me.

I've been studying the ES1.1 seeds and have found disturbing evidence that
suggests that they might have originally come from farther away than anyone
(with the possible exception of the one-eyed sailor) suspects.

* * * * *

Stacy Albright looked at her amazing, naked 5'11" form in the full length
mirror. She had to admit that she was impressed what she saw. "Hello,
Gorgeous," she whispered to herself. At one time when she said these words to
her reflection she meant it ironically. Now she was one hundred percent
sincere.

Despite the fact that the transformation that changed her life had happened
slightly more than six months ago, Stacy still found it hard to believe that
the incredibly beautiful young woman in the mirror was really her. "And just
think, all because of one dose of magic spinach," she said to herself.

The "magic spinach" she was referring to was what her sister's friend Lotus
referred to as Super Enhanced Spinach. One dose of several leaves of the
miracle plant temporarily transformed Stacy into a seven foot tall mountain of
hulktastic feminine muscles with 84" biceps and breasts larger than any bra
ever made could hope to contain. The true miracle however was that after the
immediate effects wore off, Stacy STILL gained four inches in height,
approximately seventy pounds of muscle and the strength to bench press three
hundred and fifty pounds without difficulty.

The other enhancements that Stacy's body underwent were the subject of her
current admiration however. Prior to eating the "magic spinach" Stacey had
been a girl with a pretty face but almost no womanly curves. Her delicate
features, blonde pixie cut hair and big blue eyes made most people think of
her as a flat-chested, no-booty Tinker Bell. Now her amazing 34H-24-35 figure
was enough to make Tink green with envy.

After taking slightly over six months to get used to her new body, Stacy was
ready to use it to make one young man very happy. That young man's name was
Paul. Stacy had had a crush on Paul for almost two months now, and had done
everything she could think of to let him know it. He finally worked up the
nerve to ask her out, and tonight was the Big Night.

Paul benefitted from the fact that Stacy was the ultimate
hot-girl-who-had-no-idea-just-how-hot-she-was. Even at her pre-transformation
height of 5'6", Stacy would have been a good inch taller than Paul. As it was
now, she towered over him. Paul was also rather skinny with a slight build. He
was what is sometimes referred to as "nerd cute". He was definitely NOT the
kind of physical specimen one expects a strong and muscular Amazon babe to
fall for.

When Stacy told her housemate Chrissie that she had a crush on a boy,
Chrissie's advice was "So, go out and take him." Then she added, "That's what
I'd do."

"I couldn't do that," Stacy responded.

"Why not? I know that you're not nearly as muscular or strong as I am, but
you're still stronger than at least ninety percent of the boys on campus. Go
out, and take what you want!"

But Stacy wasn't like Chrissie. She wasn't the kind of young woman that would
go out and dominate the man she was interested in. She wanted a man who was an
equal partner. She wanted an assertive, self-confident man. She wanted a man
who was perhaps even a little . . . domineering.

For Paul's part, it was hard to be assertive with a gorgeous woman who
outweighed you, outmuscled you and was six inches taller than you. It was
especially difficult after seeing her bench press over three hundred pounds
for the first time at the campus fitness center.

On the other hand, Stacy who was in his abnormal psychology class was sweet
and surprisingly easy to talk to for such a babe. Plus, and this was a plus
with a capital P, she seemed to go out of her way to talk to him and let him
know she was interested. This last part was hard for Paul to believe which is
why it took him so long to ask her out. Once he did, he could not have been
more pleased with how quickly she said "Yes!"

Stacy stopped looking at herself in the mirror long enough to glance at the
clock on the wall. "Whoa! I better get dressed if I'm going to be ready before
Paul gets here." Stacy wanted to give Paul a thrill that night, but she didn't
want to meet him at the door naked. That big a thrill might kill him!

It was beautiful Saturday in late October - one of those perfect autumn days
when the temperature is neither hot nor cold. The leaves that were still on
the trees and ones on the ground were vibrant shades of red, yellow, green,
orange and a few in-between colors that Mr. Crayola had not yet found names
for.

Stacy was glad that Paul had chosen to ask her out for a daytime date. She
reasoned that this way they would have the opportunity to spend more time
together. Stacy decided that it was still warm enough for her to wear her
short kelly green sun dress. Besides even if the weather cooled later, mere
physical considerations such as hot and cold didn't seem to matter since
Stacy's transformation. The dress hugged her devastating form and emphasized
her resemblance to Tinker Bell.

When Stacy heard Paul's soft, almost timid knock at her door, she practically
ran to answer it. When Paul got a glimpse at the beautiful, tall woman he
would be spending the day with he lightly gasped and silently said a prayer of
thanks.

As Stacy would later describe her first date with Paul to Chrissie, "It was so
romantic. We strolled through campus looking at the trees and kicking the
leaves on the ground. Later we strolled over to Collins Quad. They were
hosting their annual Fall Music Festival. We saw a couple of decent a cappella
groups and some student singer-songwriters. During an open mic segment, Paul
got up and sang an a cappella version of 'Unchained Melody'!"

"Can he sing?" asked Chrissie.

"Sure he can sing! He has such a sweet, romantic voice."

"Geez, Girl, you seem really gaga over this guy," observed Chrissie.

"I am; I really like him," Stacy responded.

"So, how big is his dick?" asked Chrissie.

"Gawd! I don't know! It was our first date!"

"Hmmmmm, so didn't you want to fuck him?" asked Chrissie.

"Well .. yeah .. kind of," admitted Stacy.

"So why didn't you? You're stronger than he is. Why didn't you?"

"Because . . because he's shy, and . . well . . so am I. Besides, there's
plenty of time for that. C'mon, Chrissie, don't you believe in romance at
all?"

"Sure, why not? But how do you know they'll be plenty of time. It took him
almost two months to ask you out. How do you know he'll ever work up the nerve
again?"

"Oh, I made sure of that," Stacy replied.

"How?"

"When he walked me to the door, just before he left I picked him up under his
arms and gave him a passionate kiss. Then I put him down, bent over and gave
his penis a little squeeze. It was hard! Then I kissed him again on the
forehead and said, 'Call me soon', and turned around and went inside."

"Atta girl!" Chrissie said, "Always leave 'em wanting more."

* * * * *

Amourelle Jones had always been a strong girl. Since she was a little girl she
always tried to keep up with her brother Marcus who she idolized and was three
years older than her. Because he was into sports, she was into sports. Because
he became a star athlete at a young age and remained one all through school .
. . well, I'm sure you get the picture.

Amourelle's worship of her bother cooled significantly when she was fourteen
and began to out lift him despite the fact that he was taller and outweighed
her. When she discovered at fifteen that she could actually beat him up her
admiration cooled even more.

Both of the Jones siblings were genetically gifted. It was just that Amourelle
was even more gifted than her brother. He was a star; she was a phenom. She
excelled at every sport she tried, but as she got older she focused mostly on
soccer, lacrosse and power lifting. By the time she was a senior she was the
strongest high school power lifter in the United States and second in the
world.

Her genetic gifts did not end there however. She was also an extremely
beautiful young woman. She was 5'8" with broad shoulders and a 36DD-26-36
figure. Her long, silky raven tresses reached more than halfway to her round,
firm bubble butt. Her full thick lips, her cat-like green eyes and perfectly
formed oval shaped face combined with her luscious, strong body and her
satin-smooth ebony skin made Amourelle a walking, talking fantasy girl. She
reminded most people of the kind of powerful African princess that could only
exist in fiction because she was far too beautiful to be real.

And so it was that when Amourelle accepted a full athletic scholarship to
Medfield College she assumed that a women with her strength, beauty, style,
athletic ability and confidence would take the campus by storm. When she
arrived, she was shocked to find that she would have to get in line behind two
other even stronger and more amazing women.

First she heard about a woman who routinely was lifting up to three hundred
and fifty pounds at the campus fitness center. When she went there to see for
herself, she saw Stacy Albright for the first time. When she first laid eyes
on Stacy she was impressed with how tall, fit and beautiful she was but she
thought to herself, "There's no way that skinny-ass white girl can lift more
than me."

She thought so because Amourelle did not appreciate the size of Stacy's
muscles until Stacy flexed them. This was another aspect of the women of the
Spinach Sisterhood. Their muscles - especially their biceps and forearms but
also their shoulders and deltoids - seemed to pop out of nowhere when flexed.
Even though their muscles were defined and impressive when relaxed, when
flexed, they grew abnormally large and expanded to many times their normal
size. It was positively uncanny to the point where it bordered on the
supernatural.

When Amourelle saw how huge Stacy's flexed muscles were, she said to herself,
"Okay, let's see what Tinker Bell can do." Even though Stacy wasn't even aware
of it at the time - she was at the fitness center to try to impress Paul who
was working out but had not yet worked up the courage to ask her out -
Amourelle was doing her best to compete with her.

Every time Stacy would increase the amount she was lifting - and looking out
of the corner of her eye to see if Paul who was across the weight room was
noticing - Amourelle would also increase the amount that SHE was lifting.

Once they got into weights over two hundred and eighty pounds and Amourelle
began to approach her personal best, she began to realize that she could not
keep up with the blonde Nordic goddess. Whereas she was straining hard to keep
up, Stacy was casually moving weight like it was nothing. "Why does she keep
looking over at that scrawny white boy?" Amourelle asked herself. Finally,
even though Amourelle set a new personal best that night, she quietly left the
fitness center feeling utterly defeated.

This was not a feeling that Amourelle was used to. She found this feeling
quite unacceptable.

The next day Amourelle went back to the fitness center and struck up a
conversation with Stacy.

"Damn, Girlfriend, how much weight can you bench?" asked Amourelle.

"Uh, I donno, around three-fifty I guess," replied Stacy. This was NOT the
person whose attention she wanted to capture.

"So how come I don't know you?" asked Amourelle.

Not quite understanding the question, Stacy responded, "Well .. I don't know
you either."

Amourelle smiled and stuck out her hand, "I'm Amourelle Jones."

Stacy took Amourelle's hand and shook it. Despite her superior strength, Stacy
was impressed by the obvious power she felt in Amourelle's grip. "I'm Stacy
Albright."

"So how come I never heard of you?" pressed Amourelle.

"Why should you have heard of me?" asked Stacy.

"Because last year when I was a high school senior I held the girl's power
lifting record in the United States. When did you graduate high school?"

"Last year."

"That's what I mean; I held the record last year, but you can lift more than
me. So why don't I know about you?"

"Well . . I couldn't lift this much back then," Stacy explained.

"But even if you couldn't lift quite this much, three-fifty is more than fifty
pounds more than my personal best. Don't tell me that you've improved that
much in less than a year."

Stacy wondered what Amourelle would think if she knew that a year ago she
could only bench press ninety pounds. Then she wondered what Amourelle would
think if she knew that for twenty-four hours after eating the magic spinach
(as she called it), she was strong enough to lift a tank and probably throw it
a mile.

"I didn't compete in power lifting when I was in high school," explained
Stacy.

"What did you compete in?" asked Amourelle.

"Track and cross country," answered Stacy.

"Were you good at it," asked Amourelle.

"Just fair," Stacy admitted.

Amourelle looked at Stacy like she had two heads. A playground warrior like
Amourelle couldn't understand how someone who could have been a champion at
one sport would choose another sport at which she was 'just fair." She decided
that more research was needed.

As the two young women continued talking, Amourelle noticed that Stacy kept
looking across the room at Paul who working out on the stationary bikes.

"Why don't you just go over and talk to him?" asked Amourelle?

"You think I should? I mean . . who?"

"That skinny little white boy you keep looking over at," Amourelle said,
rolling her eyes.

"I don't know; you think I should?" Stacy repeated.

"Hell yeah, Girlfriend! You got it going on! "Scrawny" over there probably
wouldn't know what to do with a woman like you."

"I wouldn't know what to do with a boy like him either," Stacy thought but
didn't say out loud.

After a few more minutes of conversation, Amourelle left. As she did she made
a point of walking past Paul on her way out and telling him that Stacey had a
crush on him. If she hadn't, it's uncertain that Paul ever would have asked
her out.

* * * * *

Suzy Maxwell is sitting alone in a semi-dark room brooding. She does a lot of
that these days. Her head is full of thoughts of revenge, and . . . something
else. "Somehow I've got to get even with those bitches that did this to me,"
she thinks. The "this' that was done to her was the broken hand and shattered
jaw that she suffered at the hands of Stacy Albright. However, she holds
Stacy's sister Julie and her two friends, Lotus Kim and Chrissie White equally
responsible.

"How did that mousey little Stacy become SO big and powerful?" she asked
herself for the thousandth time. "It couldn't have been from the same spinach
I ate." Suzy could still feel the thrill of eating the spinach that turned her
into a superwoman. She remembered how great it felt to have Julie and her two
friends at her mercy as she beat them brutally. Julie had been Suzy's most
fierce rival going all the way back to junior high.

Suzy also recalls the plans she already began forming in her head during the
brief few hours that she possessed the strength of a goddess. Most of all she
remembers how incredible powerful and sexy she felt and looked while under the
influence of that magic plant.

Even before partaking of the miraculous vegetable she had been the queen of
Faber College - all the men on campus wanted her and all the women wanted to
be like her. She had visions of what it would be like to return to campus as a
pumped up, muscular and beautiful power princess. But even more quickly than
those dreams and visions formed in her mind's eye, they were dashed by the
hulktastic Stacy.

The last things she remembered of that fateful day was hitting the 7'
impossibly muscled Stacy in the abs and feeling her hand shatter. Then she saw
Stacy's fist which had grown bigger than the size of her own head flashing
towards her. The next thing she knew, she woke up in a hospital bed with her
jaw wired shut. She'd been told that she'd been found miles away from her
encounter with Stacy in the middle of a corn field.

Sure, she was still a couple of inches taller than she'd been before, and she
was somewhat stronger. However, she had nowhere near the power she'd had under
the thrall of the miraculous spinach leaves. Even worse, she wasn't even close
to as powerful as Stacy had somehow become.

But she knew three things. She knew that somehow she had to get revenge on
Stacy, Julie and their friends, and she knew that somehow she had to discover
the secret of Stacy's uber power. And more, she had to become like Stacy had
become. Only better. She had to become even more powerful and magnificent.

But how? Even now that her hand and jaw were healed, she still hadn't been
able to work up the courage to even sneak over the Medfield College so that
she could spy and try to discover the secret of Stacy's power. Almost every
night she had nightmares about being beaten by her again. The fear in her
heart of Mega-Stacy had petrified her into almost total inaction.

"That's ridiculous!" she thought, "I'm Suzy-fucking-Maxwell! I'm the hottest
bitch in the history of Faber College, and I always get what I want!" Slowly
she began to form a plan . . . .

* * * * *

Amourelle continued her casual friendship with Stacy. Every time they bumped
into each other on campus they exchange greetings and a few minutes of
conversation. Amourelle also usually asked Stacey about her progress with
"that skinny white boy".

The more Amourelle talked to Stacy, the more she knew that something was
strange about her. Stacy didn't carry herself the way a strong, beautiful
woman would. "It's almost like she was a skinny, mousey girl who'd been
suddenly dropped into the body of sexy, powerful uber-babe," Amourelle
thought. She didn't know at the time just how close she was to the truth.

Despite her initial jealousy of Stacy's superior strength, Amourelle soon came
to the conclusion that the shy, guileless, sweet Stacey was hard not to like.

Besides, another woman on campus soon became the focus of Amourelle's
attention. At first she only heard rumors about an amazing blonde Amazon who
was over 6'4" tall and seemed to truly possess the superhuman strength of a
goddess.

Initially Amourelle scoffed at the stories of the former cheerleader who could
lift cars and who fucked the starting five of the men's basketball team and
then turned all five of them AND their girlfriends into her personal sex
slaves.

She scoffed that is until she actually laid eyes on the amazing Chrissie
White. That was not such an easy thing to do. By this time, Chrissie didn't
spend a lot of time going to classes. She signed up for classes sure, but when
it came to actually attending them, there were plenty of guys who were more
than willing to attend and take notes and/or tests for her just for the
privilege of owning an old pair of unwashed panties that she had worn once.

Either that, or Chrissie simply paid the professor a visit during his
scheduled office hours and "persuaded" him (one way or the other) that she
deserved a passing grade.

So, it was rare to see Chrissie strolling across campus these days. Amourelle
was lucky. Chrissie had just finished paying a visit to one of her professors
(and securing an A+).

No one had to identify Chrissie for Amourelle. One look and Amourelle knew it
was her. Even though Amourelle thought that some of the stories about Chrissie
may have been exaggerated, somehow they still did not do her justice.

The sexy blonde Venus-with-rippling-muscles oozed power - power that Amourelle
wanted to be near. It wasn't love at first sight exactly, but it was fair to
say that it was obsession at first sight. Almost against her will Amourelle
began to follow Chrissie across campus.

This was a new feeling for Amourelle. As a strong, sexy, gorgeous woman in her
own right, she was used to being the one that others obsessed over. While she
enjoyed the attention, she always felt a slight disdain for those who were
fixated on her.

Even though she felt worthy of admiration or perhaps even worship, she
nevertheless couldn't help but feel mild contempt for her worshipers. Now she
followed Chrissie and watched every soft curve and hard bulge as she walked -
or more correctly prowled - like a lioness across her territory. Amourelle
felt a slight twinge of guilt for not being more generous in spirit to those
in the past who'd become hopelessly devoted to her.

"She's amazing," Amourelle thought to herself over and over. She wasn't sure
why she was following Chrissie. She didn't know what she would do if she
'caught" her. She wasn't even really TRYING to catch her. She only knew that
she had to find out more. This was so out of character for Amourelle she
hardly recognized herself.

Chrissie turned a sharp corner at the botany lab; Amourelle scurried quickly
so as not to lose her when she ran into something that was both soft and yet
as unyielding as a brick wall. She slowly looked up into the eyes of her
fixation.

"Why are you following me?" Chrissie asked with a superior smirk that told
Amourelle that she knew EXACTLY why she was being followed.

"I just . . I was . . I saw you walking and . .," Amourelle couldn't believe
how nervous she was. Were those actual butterflies in her stomach? How did her
mouth become so dry so quickly?

"Let me guess, Sweetie; you saw me walking across campus, and you wanted to
meet me." Chrissie said this as if it happened to her all the time. Of course,
it DID happen to her all the time.

"Uh, well . . yeah," Amourelle replied after rediscovering her voice.

Chrissie looked Amourelle up and down. "You're very pretty," she said.

Amourelle smiled. "Thank you."

"And you look strong," Chrissie observed.

"I can bench press almost three hundred pounds," Amourelle responded proudly.

"That's impressive, Sweetie; I can bench press a bus."

"Oh!" Amourelle said feeling belittled and yet incredibly aroused at the same
time.

"But seriously, Sweetie, three hundred pounds is impressive. That certainly
more than any of the other women I'm currently fucking can lift." The phrase
"the other women I'm currently fucking" wasn't lost on Amourelle. Part of her
was pissed off that Chrissie would simply assume, just like that, that
Amourelle would become one of her conquests. A much bigger part of her
thrilled at the prospect. Amourelle found herself WANTING to be conquered - to
be taken - by Chrissie. As much as she resented it, she even found Chrissie's
arrogant confidence intoxicating.

"Hell, that's more than most of the men I'm currently fucking can lift. So, do
you want to come home with me, Sweetie?"

"Yes, please," Amourelle answered.

"You're in luck; it just so happens that I have an opening this afternoon. And
speaking of openings that I'd like you to fill . . . ." Chrissie did not
bother to elucidate.

When Amourelle and Chrissie arrived back at Chrissie's rental house, Amourelle
discovered that there were two other girls already there waiting for Chrissie.
Amourelle recognized them as two starters on the women's basketball team.

Amourelle looked at Chrissie and said, "But I thought we were going to -"

"We are, Sweetie, we are,"

"But are they going to . ." Amourelle's voice dropped off to a whisper, "Join
us?"

"Well, Sweetie, you didn't expect to have me all to yourself did you? Don't
you know that I'm in high demand?"

"But I'M Amourelle-fucking-Jones. I don't take sloppy seconds, and I CERtainly
do not share with other bitches." Amourelle wanted to say this to Chrissie.
Instead, she did what she was told. She joined the other two beautiful,
athletic women, and they used their hard bodies to bring pleasure to Chrissie.
All three women strained their creativity and their bodies to bring Chrissie
as much pleasure as they could, and Chrissie gladly allowed them to do so.

In return, they were given the opportunity to bask in her power and beauty. It
was a humiliating experience for a woman who was as strong in body, mind and
spirit as Amourelle to be treated like this. When it was over, she knew that
she would go to almost any lengths to experience it again.

To her credit, Amourelle was still worshipping Chrissie's ass long after the
other two women had passed put. "You've got stamina, Sweetie," Chrissie told
her. "I like that." This made Amourelle very happy because she figured that
this would increase her chances of being invited back.

Hours later as Amourelle stumbled out of the door of Chrissie's house she saw
Stacy walking towards her. "What are you doing here?" she asked. She found
herself feeling jealous of Stacy. Was she another of Chrissie's lovers? Was
she competing for Chrissie's attention with the one other girl who was
stronger - and possibly more beautiful - than her?

"I live here," Stacy answered matter-of-factly. She didn't bother to ask what
Amourelle was doing there. She'd seen enough of Chrissie's lovers stumble out
the door with that same dazed and satisfied look to know.

"You live with Chrissie?" Amourelle asked somewhat indignantly.

"No! I don't live with Chrissie," Stacy protested. "That is, I don't 'live'
with Chrissie." Stacy made the air quotes sign when she said the word "live".
She and I share a house. Stacy went on to explain that her older sister used
to share this house with Chrissie and Lotus, but that now her sister was
graduated and Lotus lived with her boyfriend.

"So you and Chrissie aren't? Don't?"

"Oh, no!" Stacy replied, "I'm in love with Paul. In fact, our third date is
this weekend."

"That's great, Kid," Amourelle said insincerely. "See ya." Amourelle hurried
off. "The only two women in this college who are stronger than me live in a
house together?" Amourelle thought to herself. "That too big a coincidence to
be a coincidence." Amourelle decided to do some research.

* * * * *

Paul was walking Stacy to her door at the conclusion - or so he thought - of
their third successful date. Being a poor college student, Paul couldn't
afford to really take Stacy anywhere fancy. Their dates mostly consisted of
walking around and seeing the sites of campus. Luckily, Medfield was a busy
college, and with an active student body, and there were always interesting
things to see and do for not a lot of money.

They made for rather an odd couple. Stacy was a stunningly beautiful blonde
babe with supple, defined muscles and who stood just an inch under 6'. Paul
was 5'5" with a slight build, glasses and handsome yet bookish features. Yet
to any neutral observer who watched the couple walking, talking, laughing and
holding hands, it was clear that Paul and Stacy were in the early stages of
first love.

Stacy just had to be careful not to hold Paul's much more delicate too
tightly. Otherwise, she might accidently crush it. Stacy was even stronger
than she looked.

When they got to Stacy's door, Paul looked up into her eyes and could almost
feel himself getting lost in them. As she had done twice before, Stacy reached
under Paul's arm and effortlessly picked him up so that she could bring his
head level with hers for a goodnight kiss. And kiss him she did. Hard.
Passionately.

When she was finished, Stacy gently placed Paul back on the ground. He almost
fell down when his feet touched terra firma because his knees were still weak
from Stacy's kiss. In fact, he WOULD have fallen down if Stacy's strong hand
hadn't been there to steady him.

"Gosh, Stacy! I really had a great time tonight," Paul said.

"Well, Paul, our date doesn't HAVE to end now."

"It doesn't?"

"Of course not; would you like to come in, Paul?"

After a few seconds of deliberation Paul said, "I'd love to."

Stacy opened the door and let Paul into the house she shared with Chrissie.
She knew that Chrissie was out of town for the weekend, and that she and Paul
would have the house all to themselves.

Stacy offered Paul a seat and then went into the kitchen to fetch a couple of
soft drinks. After a few minutes of sitting and sipping their beverages, Stacy
said, "Paul, can I ask you something?"

"Anything, Stacy; absolutely anything."

"Do you think I'm pretty?" Stacy asked.

"God yes! You're gorgeous!" was Paul's enthusiastic reply.

"Do you like me?" she asked.

"Yes, of course. I love hanging out with you, I love the way we laugh
together, and I love the way you can make just walking around campus seem like
a day at Disney World."

"Then why?" asked Stacy.

"Why what?" responded Paul.

"Why did it take you so long to ask me out?" Stacy asked.

Paul began to blush slightly. "I-I guess I'm just kind of shy around women -
especially gorgeous women like you."

Stacy smiled at Paul's sincere compliment, but then she pressed on, "But when
I asked you if you wanted to come in tonight, it seemed like you hesitated
before saying 'yes'."

"Oh . . that," Paul responded.

"Yes, 'that'," said Stacy, "And please don't give me any nonsense about having
to get early in the morning."

"I wouldn't do that," said Paul, "I like you too much to do something like
that."

"If you like me so much, why the hesitation? I thought boys were supposed to
jump at the chance to be invited in by pretty girls."

"I DID jump at the chance - at least my heart jumped inside my chest when you
invited me in. It's just . . . ."

"What?"

"You have to admit, Stacy, that you're a little bit . . intimidating."

"You . . do you mean because of my strength, and my big muscles," asked Stacy.

"Well . . yeah," answered Paul.

"But I thought you liked my body."

"I do; God, I do," said Paul.

Stacy got up and did a double bicep flex. She was wearing a spaghetti strap
t-shirt so her muscular arms were on full display. As she flexed her arms her
biceps expanded to a full 36" of beautifully peaked splendor. "Don't you like
my muscles?"

Paul could feel his dick getting hard and straining against the constraints of
his jeans. "Oh God, Stacy, if you only knew the fantasies I've had about you
and your muscles and the things I'd like to do with you."

"Then I don't get it. I've done everything short of using force to show you
that my body and I are yours for the taking."

"So why haven't I taken you - is that what you're wondering?" Paul asked.

"Exactly!"

"It's hard to explain."

"Please, try."

"For one thing, it's hard for a guy like me to feel worthy of a woman like
you."

"But, Paul, isn't that up to me to decide? And I have decided, Paul. It's you
that I want to give my body to. If you wanted me to, I'd tie myself up in a
giant ribbon and make a present of myself."

"If I wanted you to? That's a hard concept for me to get my head around. I
know it may sound stupid, but part of my problem is that you have the power to
do whatever you want to do."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, so far as it applies to you alone, but I have to admit that I find
it intimidating that you also have the power to make me do whatever you want
me to."

"But, Paul, I would never use my strength -"

"But that's just it. It's not just your strength. It's also your beauty, your
sexiness and everything else. I know that I would be powerless against you. If
you demanded that I wear a dog collar around my neck to make it clear to
everyone that I belonged to you, I'm afraid that I would do. Even if I didn't
want to - which believe me, I kind of do. But even if I didn't want to do it,
you could make me."

"But, Paul, what makes you think I would do something like that?"

"Take our goodnight kisses for example. I mean, don't get me wrong, I LOVE the
way you pick me up so easily and fill my mouth with your tongue. It's all I
can do to keep from . . . ." Paul wanted to say "Creaming my pants," but was
too embarrassed. "It's just that . . . ."

"You'd like to have more say about it?" Stacy suggested.

"Yes. And also, I've heard rumors about the way your housemate treats men."

"Chrissie?" asked Stacy. "Don't worry about that; I'm not like her when it
comes to men." Then becoming slightly indignant she added, "I'm not Chrissie
you know!"

"I know, I know," agreed Paul, "but just so we're clear, what do you mean when
you say you're not like her when it comes to men?"

"Well, for one thing, if I was like Chrissie, I'd never call you 'Paul'. She
told me one time that she deliberately calls her boy-toys by the wrong name
just so they'll get the message that they're basically interchangeable."

"That doesn't sound like anything you'd do," Paul agreed.

"And for another thing, if Chrissie picked you up and kissed you and liked it
as much as I do, she'd never stop there. She'd carry you into the house, tear
off your clothes and do IT with you until you passed out. At least that's what
she usually does."

"So . . you like kissing me?" asked Paul.

"Very much, Paul. In fact, I've been tempted ever since our first date to do
with you exactly what I just described Chrissie doing."

"I . . I think I'd like that . . except . . I'd like for it to be MY idea,"
explained Paul. "in fact, maybe I'd like to do a little clothes tearing off
myself."

"I'd like that too, Paul! That's why I've held back even though I've really
wanted to despoil you. Believe me I really wanted to, but I'm just not the
dominant type like Chrissie. I guess you could say that I'm old fashioned. I
still want to be submissive to my man. And, Paul, I would like very much for
you to be My Man."

"But that's just it! How can I be the dominant one when you're so much
stronger than I am?" Paul asked.

"Maybe this will help," suggested Stacy. She slowly, seductively removed her
shirt and bra revealing her naked upper body. Then she walked over to where
Paul was sitting and kneeled down so close in front of him that her huge
soft-yet-firm tits were practically in his lap. "I'm on my knees in front of
you, Paul, and now I'm going to beg you. Will you please be my man, Paul?
Please."

"Are . . are you saying what I think you're saying?," asked Paul sheepishly.

"Please, Paul, I'm begging you to tell me how I can use my sexy, muscular and
strong body to bring you pleasure, Paul. Please."

Paul was a young man who was used to feeling powerless and insignificant. The
fact that a woman as beautiful and strong as Stacy was offering to fulfill his
wishes was more than he had ever dared hope for except for in the hidden
recesses of his most forbidden fantasies.

"Unzip my pants," Paul said tentatively. He was thrilled when Stacy not only
obediently did what he requested but she actually bent over and unzipped his
pants with her teeth!

"T-take my penis out," said Paul.

"I'd love to," Stacy said as she gently took his penis into her soft but
strong hand.

Gaining confidence, Paul said in a voice that sounded a little more like a man
making demand than it did a boy making a request. "Kiss it."

Stacy reverently bowed her head and kissed the tip of Paul's dick as if she
were kissing the ring of her monarch.

Paul stood up and said, "Remove my pants for me." Once again Stacy did as she
was told.

"P-pick me up," Paul said, his voice confident and yet trembling with desire.

"Now what?" Stacy asked once she was holding Paul suspended between the floor
and ecstasy.

"I . . I want to . . . ." all evidence to the contrary, Paul could hardly
believe this was happening. Things like this just didn't happen to ordinary
guys like him.

Paul only came to grips with the reality of the situation when Stacey said,
"What? Anything you desire my love. Anything."

"I want to fuck your giant tits while you hold me in the air."

Stacy smiled to herself. Chrissie had described enough of her sexual exploits
for the inexperienced Stacy to know that his was a favorite activity for many
men who were fortunate enough to make love to a woman with superhuman
strength.

"It would be my pleasure," said Stacy. She gently placed Paul's hard cock
between her amazing melons and began to slowly - torturously slowly - move him
up and down. Paul's pre-cum was more than enough to provide lubrication for
his penis between Stacey's amazing tits. He was so turned on and relatively
inexperienced (although not a virgin) that he hardly lasted more than a few
strokes before exploding. His cum sprayed Stacy tits and shot so high that
some of it stuck to the ceiling!

"I - I'm sorry," Paul panted.

"Why, Baby? That's what I wanted you to do," responded Stacy.

"Sorry that I didn't last longer," explained Paul, "What about your needs?" he
asked.

"Don't worry," Stacy replied. Chrissie had instructed her many times on the
ways to get men aroused again even when they thought they had nothing left.
She felt confident that once Paul had time to rest she could get him hard
again. "What you need is a little break," she said as she began to carry him
towards her room.

As Paul rode in Stacy's arms feeling protected and secure he said, "Stacy?"

"Yes, Paul."

"Does this mean that from now on you're like, I don't know, my love slave?"

"Hmmmmm, I'm not sure I'd put it quite that way, Paul."

"Why not?"

"Because, Paul, I don't care for that term, and remember, Paul, I'm still
strong enough to whip your ass with one finger."

"Duly noted," responded Paul with a loud gulp.

* * * * *

Amourelle did her research and made some interesting discoveries. First of
all, there were enough pictures of Chrissie on social media both recently and
in the recent past for Amourelle to see that she'd gone through a major bodily
transformation seemingly overnight roughly nine months ago.

Then, although not nearly as big a social media presence, she discovered that
Stacy had gone through a similar transformation a little over six month ago.

Amourelle knew enough about strength training and human physiology to know
that bodies did not normally transform like this in so short a time. Such a
radical change usually took months or, more likely, years.

Digging deeper she found out that Chrissie, Stacy's older sister Julie and
that Lotus woman that Stacey told her about were the three women who beat up
the entire Faber College football team at a rally at their school last spring.
Most people who heard this story thought that this incident was merely a hoax
or an urban legend, but Amourelle had knowledge that it was absolutely true.

"What could turn these bitches into superwomen over night?" she wondered. She
didn't know the answer, but she had an idea who might. Amourelle picked up her
phone and made a call.

* * * * *

It turns out that Paul needed more rest than Stacy thought. Once she got him
into her bed, he fell fast asleep. Even though she was disappointed, Stacey
didn't really mind. She gently slipped off his shirt and his shoes and socks
and let him sleep. She spent most of the night gazing at his cute little naked
body.

"He's so soft and beautiful," she sighed to herself more than once.

When Paul finally began to stir, Stacy bent down and tenderly kissed him on
the lips. The she kissed first one closed eye and then the other. Then she
kissed the tip of his cute little nose. Stacy had never felt this way about a
boy before. She was a little scared of how strongly she felt about him. She
wanted to be his sweetheart, his best friend, his fellow travel and his
protector. Most of all at this moment she wanted - she ached - to be his
lover. As the song says, she wanted to feel his warm and tender body next to
hers.

"Hmmmm," Paul began to stir. He opened his eyes and saw the look of love in
Stacy's. "I'm sorry, Stacy, how long have I been asleep?"

"Too long," Stacy replied parting her lips slightly and kissing his
passionately.

"Paul, I can't wait another second," Stacy pleaded. "Please, make love to me,
Paul."

Paul considered for a second just how unlikely this situation was - that a
beautiful girl like Stacy would beg HIM to make love. Add to the fact that
Stacy was easily strong enough to break him in two and the situation crossed
the border into absurdity.

"A-are you sure this is what you want, Stacy?" Paul asked more than a little
intimidated.

"Yes, Paul, I want to feel you inside me. Fuck me, Paul, fuck me now!"

"O-okay."

With that, Stacy pulled Paul on top of her and started bucking like a bronco.
Paul held on for dear life. Paul was not a virgin, but that didn't mean he'd
ever experienced anything close to this sensation before. Stacy was so wet and
so cozy and inviting. He felt that this dick could not escape her pussy if he
wanted it to, but that was alright, because neither Paul nor his dick had any
wish to escape.

The difference in size between them was so extreme that Paul didn't just feel
like his dick was engulfed by Stacy. He almost felt as if his entire lower
body was being swallowed up. At first he thought that he was just imagining
it, but slowly Paul came to realize that as Stacy became more sexually
aroused, she began . . . growing.

Stacy felt it too. She'd never had an orgasm before. She felt this intense
pleasure welling up inside of her. She began to feel engulfed by a wave of
ecstasy that swept across her body. As this wave grew higher and threatened to
break her muscles tightened and as they tightened they grew more solid and
bigger. And bigger and bigger. It wasn't just her muscles either. Her entire
body was expanding.

Along with the feeling of intense pleasure a feeling of intense power swept
across Stacy's body in wave after closer and increasingly potent wave. Just
about the time she grew so big that the bed collapsed under her weight she let
out a banshee howl and climaxed.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!!" she screamed.

Paul found himself lying on top of a gorgeous seven foot tall mountain of
muscle. His head rested between her huge undulating breasts that seemed to
surround his entire upper body. Stacy's muscular forearms were thicker than
Paul's thighs. Her powerful thighs were wider than his chest. Stacy had grown
to her full "magic spinach" size.

"Uh, does this happen every time you have an orgasm?" Paul asked in disbelief.

"I don't know. I've never had one before," replied Stacy, then she added, "But
if they all feel as great as that, I sure intend to have a lot more in the
future!"

"All I can say is 'Wow . . just wow!'," said Paul.

For the rest of the morning Paul and Stacy stayed in her bedroom on top of
what used to be her bed and kissed and cuddled and made out. Paul was like a
little boy, and Stacy's body was his playground. Stacy's body was so huge and
so full of curves, bulges, swells, peaks and valleys that it almost WAS an
amusement park, and Paul was determined to ride every ride.

He couldn't help but feel like a young child as he sucked breasts that were
four times bigger than his head or as he was lifted and shifted around at
will. His heart nearly pounded out of his chest as Stacy flexed biceps that
inflated to a size that even a representative from Guinness World Records
would find unbelievable. He went weak in the knees when Stacy invited him to
kiss and lick those same biceps.

At the same time he felt like the biggest stud in the world when Stacy made it
clear to him that she thrilled at his every caress and tingled every time he
kissed any part of her body. And Paul made a point of kissing every square
inch of Stacy incredible body. He kissed her lips of course, and her breasts.
He also kissed and/or licked her neck, the tip of her cute nose, her fingers,
her firm, round ass, her belly button, her pussy, her inner thighs, the backs
of her knees and all ten of her sweet toes. Stacy paid equal oral attention to
him.

All the while, Stacy made it clear to Paul every chance she got that he was in
charge and that she belonged to him. She constantly asked him "What next?" and
"What else can I do to please you?" She also reminded him over and over, "My
body is ALL for you, Baby; only for you."

Around noon both Paul and dropped off to sleep. Stacy woke up a little over
two hours later to find herself back to her "normal" 5'11" height. However,
when Paul woke up a little later they made love again causing Stacy to have
another orgasm (which she had remarkably easily). When she did, once again she
transformed to her seven foot Hulkerrific self complete with rippling, bulging
muscles and supremely beautiful features.

Paul and Stacy discovered that this was the pattern. After an orgasm Stacy
would transform into her "magic spinach" form. After two hours with no major
sexual contact she would return to normal.

"Maybe it would be better if you didn't tell anyone else about this,"
suggested Stacy to Paul.

"It will just be our big secret," agreed Paul, "Besides who would believe it?"
Actually Paul didn't want to tell anyone. He feared that talking about it
might somehow break the spell. That's why he didn't even ask Stacy about it.
He reasoned, "Why look a gift horse in the mouth?"

On the other hand, Stacy thought to herself, "I WILL have to remember to call
Lotus tomorrow so that I can tell her about this latest development."

* * * * *

Behind the house that Stacy and Chrissie rented there was a small patch of
woods. A trail led from their back yard to a small greenhouse hidden by the
surrounding trees. The greenhouse was designed by Lotus's boyfriend George and
built by several of Chrissie's love slaves. Whenever one of the love slaves
dared to ask Chrissie why she needed a small greenhouse, she told them to
"Shut up and stop asking stupid questions." Then she would threaten to "set
him free" if he (or she) did it again. This stopped anyone else from asking
questions.

As Amourelle stood outside the greenhouse looking in, she thought to herself,
"It looks like regular spinach." She was told to expect this, but somehow she
still thought it would look different from the regular kind.

Once she knew what to look for, finding the greenhouse was easy. Amourelle
simply went back to Chrissie's house and looked around. She found the window
box that held the original seeds empty, but it didn't take much searching to
find the trail that led into the woods.

And that's how she found herself outside the tiny greenhouse. She reached out
to test the knob on the front door. The door had a lock on it, but true to her
careless nature, Chrissie left it unlocked. Amourelle twisted the knob and
opened the door.

A few minutes later Chrissie heard someone knocking - or more correctly
pounding - on her bedroom door. She wondered who it could be. She was lying
naked in her bed with the reinforced frame in all her Amazon glory. Three of
her boy-toys were passed out naked on the floor.

"Whoever that is should know better than to show up at my bedroom
unannounced," she said, "That could be hazardous to your health!"

Chrissie saw the knob start to turn; then she heard the sound of metal being
crushed followed by the sound and the site of the door being pushed inward
seemingly gently and yet with enough force that the door was broken off its
hinges. There, not quite framed by the doorway (her shoulders were too wide
for that) stood an equally naked spinach transformed Amourelle.

She was 6'2" of rippling muscled, huge titted, black feminine beauty. As she
dropped the door, turned slightly sideways and stepped inside the room,
Chrissie let out an audible sigh. She was in awe of Amourelle's stunning new
form. The way every muscle in her body flowed underneath her liquid smooth
skin when she walked reminded Chrissie of a beautiful black panther.

It took Chrissie longer than it should for her to grasp the situation. After
almost thirty seconds of awed silence she said, "I-I s-see that you've
d-d-discovered my s-s-spinach stash." Her voice trembled not with fear but
with desire.

"Yes, I have," agreed Amourelle. "And now it looks like there's a new queen
bitch around here." Amourelle had resented the way Chrissie treated her
before, but now she knew that she had the upper hand.

Amourelle had known girls and women like Chrissie her whole life - gorgeous,
spoiled, trifling, cheerleader types. The advantage she'd always had over
these girls and women was her superior strength - that and the fact that in
her own way she was just as beautiful. As much as it turned her on, it also
bothered her that before this Chrissie was so much stronger than her. It
particularly bothered her because somehow - even before being told about the
enhanced spinach - she instinctively knew that Chrissie hadn't really earned
her strength through hard work the way she had.

Chrissie jumped out of bed and - stepping over one of her boy-toys passed out
on the floor - walked over to Amourelle. She placed her hand on Amourelle's
massively strong shoulder and began to caress it. "If I knew that it would
make you look this good, I would have told you about the spinach," she said.
Then she added, "I've always had a thing for muscular black chicks."

Amourelle stepped into Chrissie. Their huge tits were now bumping together.
"Bullshit you would have told me about the spinach," she said, "You never
would have voluntarily given up the upper hand. Now it's too late, and
considering our new relative sizes, I'd say that you'd better hope that I have
a thing for hot, muscular blonde chicks."

"But I already know that you do," said Chrissie as she leaned in and kissed
Amourelle passionately. Their huge tits pressed against one another. As their
tongues intermingled, Chrissie reached behind Amourelle and rubbed her round,
firm ass with her hands. Then she pushed Amourelle's butt so that their naked
pussies were grinding hard against each other.

Despite her resentment towards Chrissie, Amourelle could feel her lust for the
tall, muscular, huge titted, incredibly sexy blonde goddess building. Her lust
was threatening to sweep her away on a surge of emotion. Before she went any
further, she knew that she had to establish her dominance. "Before we do
this," she started, "Let's get one thing straight, from now on I'm in charge
of this thing."

"Why should you be in charge?" Chrissie asked. She was careful to ask the
question so that it didn't sound like a challenge as much as it did simple
curiosity.

"Because of these," answered Amourelle as she began to flex her biceps.
Chrissie's eyes grew wide as she watched them expand to a full 60" of
pulsating peaked perfection!

Chrissie gulped hard. Despite her own incredible, miraculous strength, she
knew just from looking at Amourelle's huge, diamond hard muscles that the
African princess before her was much, much stronger. This frightened her, but
it also turned her on. "Whatever you say, Hercules; your wish is my command."

"You like my big new muscles, don't you, Blondie?"

"Yes," Chrissie responded. Now she understood how all the men and women who
were so in awe of her big muscles must have felt.

Amourelle flexed her huge biceps again. "Would you like to kiss them?" she
asked.

"M-may I?" Chrissie asked, trembling with anticipation.

"Only if you say 'please'," Amourelle prodded.

"P-please, may I?" Chrissie begged.

"May you what?" Amourelle responded. She liked it that that she had turned the
tables on the haughty blonde Amazon and so easily turned her from the begged
to the beggar.

"How does it feel, Blondie?" Amourelle asked with a bratty smirk. She didn't
have to explain what she meant by this question.

"It feels . . it feels . . right," Chrissie replied nd then lost no time in
resuming her pleading. "M-may I p-please kiss and lick your huge, bulging,
powerful biceps now."

"Since you asked so nicely, yes, you may," Amourelle purred.

Chrissie didn't wait to be told twice. She reverently caressed Amourelle's
beautiful mountainous peak of diamond hard, satin smooth muscles. She gently
kissed Amourelle's left bicep and playfully lapped it with her tongue. As she
continued licking Amourelle's left bicep, she reached over and caressed her
right bicep with her hand.

Chrissie could feel her desire for the beautiful, powerful, African princess
growing. She somehow managed to pull her lips away from Amourelle's beautiful
feminine muscle so that she could stand directly in front of the naked and
dangerous ebony beauty. Chrissie was still a couple of inches taller than
Amourelle, but Amourelle's shoulder were much broader. It was obvious which
two of the women possessed the greater power. This was not simply a matter of
brute strength either. Amourelle also possessed the greater sexual power, and
both women knew it.

Chrissie leaned in to kiss Amourelle with a hunger and a passion that excited
both women. She was startled by how much Amourelle's greater strength turned
her on. For the last several months she had become so used to dominating her
many lovers. She enjoyed the feeling of power associated with dominance. And
yet as she pressed her hard sexy body into Amourelle's even harder and equally
sexy form, she felt the thrill of submission. The fact that she knew her own
power so well only made her surrender that much sweeter.

"Oh . . . oooh, Amourelle, take me my powerful African goddess."

Without a word, Amourelle swept the gorgeous blonde Amazon into her powerful
arms and carried her over to the nearby bed. They spent the night exploring
each other's incredible bodies - sucking each other's huge tits, caressing and
tasting each other's rippling muscles, kissing and licking each other's hard,
round asses. There was not one inch of either woman's body that was not
kissed, licked and or caressed before the night was through.

They delighted in finding new ways to intertwine and to give one another
gratification. The only times they were interrupted were when one-by-one the
unconscious boy-toys on the floor awakened and attempted to join in. Each
time, they were forcibly ejected by the mighty Amazons who were in no mood to
share.

The next morning as the women lie wrapped in each other's arms on the mattress
that now sat on the floor amidst the splinters of the former wooden bed frame,
Chrissie looked at Amourelle with adoring eyes. "How should I address you now?
Should I call you 'Master'?"

"No . . I'm not too fond of that word," Amourelle protested.

"How about 'My Queen'?" Chrissie suggested.

Amourelle thought about it for a few seconds. "Yes, that will do."

"Yes, My Queen."

"And what about all your boy-toys?" asked Amourelle.

"They're your boy-toys now, My Queen," Chrissie replied. "And my girl-toys too
- everything I have now belongs to you." After a few more minutes of lying in
Amourelle's strong arms, Chrissie jumped up and headed towards the bedroom
door.

"Where are you going?" asked Amourelle.

"To fetch some fresh spinach for the omelet I'm making for you breakfast, My
Queen."

"Very well; I also like feta cheese."

"Yes, My Queen."

"I think I'm going to like being queen," Amourelle thought.

* * * * *

From the science journal of Lotus B. Kim:

Recently two unexpected events have taken place to advance my understanding of
the second strain of Enhanced Spinach (ES1.2) and Super Enhanced Spinach
(SES). The first and most startling concerns SES. It seems that Stacy
Albright, still the only person to have ever experienced the effects of SES,
discovered that the original effects of SES never entirely left her body.
They've only been lying dormant these past months. Recently those effects
(i.e. transforming into a 7' tall being packed with huge bulging muscles and
incalculable strength) were triggered when Stacey experienced her first
orgasm. Furthermore Stacey reports that each subsequent orgasm has triggered
the transformation as well.

This development supports my hypothesis that there is a connection between
female sexuality and the effects of ES1.2 and (especially) SES. As I have yet
to study the effects of any males under the thrall of either substance, I do
not know if male sexuality is similarly affected.

Stacy has furthermore reported that she's "as randy as a goat in heat" lately.
She attributes this condition to the sexual prowess of and her great affection
for her lover, a young man named Paul. Having met Paul, I find it hard to
believe that he possesses greater than normal sexual prowess. As to Stacy's
affection for him, I cannot say for sure, but it seems to be powerful.

When I questioned Stacy about Paul ability to keep up with her healthy sexual
appetite she reported, "He's keeping up with me as best he can, poor baby."

According to Stacy, the SES effects last approximately two hours after no
major sexual contact. After his time has elapsed, Stacey resumes her post-SES
"normal" height of 5'11". However, she also reports that since experiencing
her initial orgasmic SES transformation that even when at her 5'11" height,
there has been a significant increase in strength.

Prior to this, when Stacy was at her 5'11" height she possessed approximately
four times her original non-enhanced strength. This made it possible for her
to press around three hundred and sixty pounds.

Now, according to Stacy, when she is in her 5'11" state, she possesses
strength approximately thirty times greater than her original non-enhanced
strength. This makes it possible for her to press approximately two thousand
seven hundred pounds (which is clearly in the superhuman range) even when in
her "weakened" state.

I've asked Stacy to keep these latest developments on the DL. She assures me
that the only ones who know about it are her, Paul and myself. When I asked
her if she thought she could keep it concealed from her roommate Chrissie, she
informed me that "Chrissie is way too into her own drama right now to notice
what I'm doing."

The "drama" that Chrissie is currently embroiled in is the second recent
spinach related development. It seems that due to Chrissie's negligence,
another woman has fallen under the influence of ES1.2 and thus joined our
Spinach Sisterhood. Her name is Amourelle Jones.

She found Chrissie's hidden greenhouse where she grows her supply of ES1.2.
According to Chrissie, Amourelle has made certain statements that indicate
that she found the ES1.2 stash in part because she knew what to look for.
However, this is very unlikely due to the fact that the very existence of
ES1.2 is a closely guarded secret known to only a few people. The more likely
explanation is that Chrissie is trying to cover up and make excuses for her
own carelessness.

Amourelle's consumption of the ES1.2 has confirmed one of my major theories
concerning ES1.2. My theory is that the stronger the individual is/was before
taking ES1.2 the more powerful they become relative to others under the
influence of ES1.2. This clearly seems to be the case with Amourelle.

Prior to taking the ES1.2, Amourelle was a nationally known female power
lifter capable of lifting weights approaching three hundred pounds. This is
substantially more than twice what Chrissie could lift in her original
pre-ES1.2 state.

According to Chrissie, "Amourelle is way stronger than me." This statement
refers to when they are both "spinached up".

If my assessment that an individual who is "spinached up" using ES1.2
increases their strength one hundredfold is correct, then Amourelle should be
able to lift weights approaching fifteen tons!

Amourelle has, like Chrissie, chosen to live a life perpetually under the
influence of ES1.2. Apparently she is being encouraged to do so by Chrissie
who seems to have fallen madly in love with Amourelle. Not only has Chrissie
reported giving up all of her former love-slaves, but she has supposedly given
them to Amourelle. Meanwhile, Chrissie has taken to calling Amourelle "My
Queen".

It has even been reported that the two of them were seen walking around campus
with Chrissie wearing a dog collar attached to a leash held by Amourelle.

Privately, I have grave reservations concerning Amourelle's uninvited
inclusion into the Spinach Sisterhood previously shared by Julie Albright,
Chrissie, Stacy and myself. Perhaps my apprehension is a result of our
experience with Suzy Maxwell's consumption of ES1.2.

Also, having never met Amourelle, I'm not sure she can be trusted with so much
power. I intend to bring this matter up with Julie who is visiting week after
next. In the meantime, I think that it would be prudent for me to take certain
precautions against Amourelle's potential misuse of ES1.2.

Finally, regarding Suzy Maxwell, all attempts I have made to interview her for
research purposes have been summarily and emphatically rejected.

* * * * *

Stacy and Paul's relationship was going remarkably well. Their sex life was
incredible. Paul felt like the luckiest man in the world. Not only did he get
to have sex on a regular basis with a beautiful blonde Amazon powerhouse, but
by the time it ended he was inevitably lying on top and between the tits of a
gargantuan, wonderfully feminine, living, breathing bundle of muscle who
treated him like his kisses were more valuable than diamonds and his cock was
more potent than plutonium.

Things were so good between them in fact that it made Paul nervous. He found
himself constantly anticipating the other shoe to drop. He just could not
bring himself to believe that a guy like him could be so lucky as to have a
girlfriend like Stacy.

Then one day it looked like it would happen. The two were supposed to meet in
front of the student union for lunch. When he got there, Stacy had already
arrived, and she wasn't alone. She was standing there a casually talking to a
large muscular jock type. He was a couple of inches over six feet and looked
like he weighed in at around two-eighty or two-ninety. However, he didn't look
like he had an ounce of fat anywhere on his toned, fit body. To top it off,
his face was classically handsome in a rugged, manly sort of way.

Paul took one look and his heart sank. He knew immediately that ninety-nine
percent of the female population would dump a guy like him in an instant just
to have a chance to be with "Mr. Atlas" over there. Hell, even HE had to admit
that this guy and Stacy looked much more like a couple that he and she did.

"Might as well get this over with," he mumbled. When he walked up to Stacy she
flashed him her usual heart-melting smile.

"Oh! Paul, there you are!"

"I'm not late am I?" asked Paul then he thought to himself, "Lame, Paul,
really lame."

"No, I got here a little early, but Brad's been nice enough to keep me
company."

"I'll bet he has," thought Paul. He stuck out his hand to Brad and said, "I'm
Paul." Brad took Paul's hand and squeezed it just a little too hard just to
let Paul know that he could.

"That's right, you two don't know each other," Stacy said as if she thought
that this was the kind of guy that Paul normally associated with. "Paul, this
is Brad. He's on the football team. Brad, this is Paul, my boyfriend."

"THIS is your boyfriend?" Brad asked not even trying to conceal his amusement
or contempt.

"Yes, isn't he cute?" Stacy asked apparently oblivious to Brad's disapproval.

"I don't know about 'cute'," said Brad, "I only know that if I was fishing and
caught something this puny, I'd throw it back!"

"That's not very nice," scolded Stacy.

"Maybe not, but it's not as wrong as a hot babe like you going out with a runt
like this," Brad observed.

"I'll have you know that I consider myself lucky to have found a boy as sweet
and kind and smart and funny and, yes, as handsome as Paul."

"Whatever," said Brad exercising the limits of his wit. "All I know is that
while you're wasting time with his wimp, you could be going out with a real
man like me." As he said this, Brad flexed his muscle to reveal a huge bicep
on his right arm.

"Muscles like that don't impress me," said Stacy.

"Oh yeah, why not?" asked Brad.

"I don't know, maybe it's because I have muscles like these." Stacey flexed
HER right bicep and Brad's eyes popped as he watched it grow to more than
double the size of his tiny tissue.

"Now, are you going to apologize to my boyfriend for insulting him or what?"

"What?" Brad asked. Stacy took this to mean that Brad had chosen the "or what"
option. That was not exactly the case. He was intimidated enough by Stacy's
display that he would have been willing to apologize to Paul. Unfortunately
for Brad, he was SO intimidated that his brain was temporarily not able to
process the request.

A few minutes later Stacy and Paul were walking away from the scene. "You
didn't have to do that you know," said Paul.

"I'm sorry for losing my temper, Sweetie, but I want everyone on campus to
know that they can't get away with disrespecting my man," Stacy responded.

"You sure gave him an opportunity to think about it," observed Paul. "I'd say
it'll take him at least ten minutes to climb down."

Stacy let out a girlish giggle at the thought of seeing Brad's arms and legs
flailing as he flew through the air to the top of the tree she'd thrown him
into. Then growing more serious she said, "He's just lucky I didn't REALLY
lose my temper."

"He's lucky that we haven't had sex in the last two hours," opined Paul.

"Speaking of sex . . I'm not really that hungry . . for food," said Stacy with
a sexy inflection.

Yes, Stacy and Paul's relationship was going remarkably well.

* * * * *

Suzy Maxwell was in the best shape of her life. That was saying something
since Suzy had long prided herself on staying in top physical condition. She
spent hours each day on strength training under the guidance of a former Faber
College football player who was acting as her personal trainer. In exchange
for his help, Suzy fucked his brains out - what brains there were to fuck out
- every night.

She was now able to bench press more than two hundred and sixty pounds. This
was impressive even with her one-and-a-half times enhanced strength that was
the permanent result of her one-time intake of ES1.2.

Suzy's revenge plans were coming together. Her spy was in place, and she
wanted to make sure that was fully ready when she got the call to action.

* * * * *

"I definitely like being queen," said to herself. In a little over two weeks
since falling under the influence of ES1.2, Amourelle had learned to take full
advantage of her new circumstances.

It turns out that as a dominatrix Chrissie was a piker compared to Amourelle.
Chrissie mostly just used her boy-toys for sexual gratification and the
occasional chore or favor. Amourelle turned her power - both physical and
sexual - into material gain.

She was now living in a large three bedroom house courtesy of "contributions"
from Chrissie's former boy-toys. She was also served by both the boy-toys and
girl-toys around the clock in shifts. In return they were allowed to watch
Amourelle and Chrissie make love, flex and pose and perform feats of
mega-strength. Typically, Amourelle would order Chrissie to lift something
heavy just so she could show her superiority. For example, if Chrissie lifted
a car over her head then Amourelle would lift the same car with one hand. This
was her way of reminding EVERYONE which of them was the strongest.

Chrissie didn't mind; it only made her wetter.

Neither Chrissie nor Amourelle had very much sexual contact with any of the
boy-toys or girl-toys any more. Compared to sex with each other, sex with
anyone else was too mundane. If any of them commented on the fact that they
were being asked to serve more while receiving less in return, Amourelle would
remind them that they were also being allowed to "stay out of the hospital."

This effectively silenced all complaints.

Naturally, Chrissie spent the majority of her time at Amourelle's house.
However, Amourelle would not allow her to move in altogether. "I need SOME
time that's bimbo-free," she would tell Chrissie. Even though this hurt
Chrissie's feelings, she would always come back for more.

One day while Amourelle and Chrissie were lounging around in their bikinis on
the backyard patio with two boy-toys each painting their toenails and two more
standing by to fetch them anything they requested Chrissie said, "Oh, by the
way, a friend of mine is coming for a visit day after tomorrow. I'd love for
her to meet you."

"Why would I want to meet one of your friends?" Amourelle asked sounding as
bored as humanly possible.

"Please, My Queen, I want to show you off to her."

"But that's not how it works, is it, Blondie? You don't show me off; I show
you off," explained Amourelle.

"Of course, My Queen," Chrissie agreed. "But would you still please consider
meeting my friend Julie?"

"Julie? You mean Stacy's sister Julie?"

"That's her. She's one of my best friends, along with Lotus. Pleeease, My
Queen."

"Will Lotus be there as well?"

"Yes, I'm sure she will," answered Chrissie.

"Okay, I'll meet your friends."

Chrissie's beautiful face lit up. "Awesome! I can hardly wait."

Then Amourelle said abruptly, "I'd like you to go home now."

"Now?"

"Yes," Amourelle said tersely.

"But why? I thought we were going to fuck later."

"Don't question me!" Amourelle scolded. "Maybe I want some dick for a change."
When the boy-toys within earshot heard this, it was their turn to light up.

"But, My Queen, if you want some dick, it's all around for the taking. I don't
understand why I have to - "

"Just go! I don't have to explain myself, and I shouldn't have to say it
twice."

"Yes, My Queen," Chrissie said dejectedly. She silently got up, gathered her
things and left. When Amourelle saw how sad she looked, she felt a twinge of
guilt. It would have surprised Chrissie to know that. It surprised Amourelle
even more.

"I'll call you later and we can fuck then," Amourelle said as a way to ease
her conscience

"Yes, My Queen; thank you, My Queen."

As soon as Chrissie was gone, the boy-toys who were present gathered around
Amourelle and one of them asked, "Where do you want us, Supreme Mistress?"

"Want you? What makes you think I want you?"

"Well . . . you said something about wanting some dick," the spokesman for the
group explained.

"Oh, that." Amourelle had forgotten that she said it. "As soon as any of you
grow one, let me know." Then she said, "Hand me my cell phone, and then all of
you get lost." Of course, that's exactly what happened.

With the phone in her hand, Amourelle pushed one of the speed dial buttons.
When the party on the other end answered she said, "Suzy . . can you be ready
day after tomorrow . . . ?"

* * * * *

At last, the great day had arrived. Stacy and Paul were sitting in the front
room of the house that Stacy and Chrissie shared awaiting the arrival of
Stacy's sister Julie. Stacy could not wait to introduce Paul - her first
boyfriend - to her sister.

The front door started to open and Stacy jumped out of her seat. When she saw
that it was Chrissie and Amourelle she said, "Oh, it's just you guys."

"Geez, try not to sound so disappointed," Chrissie laughed.

Paul, of course, had heard of Amourelle and seen her a few times at the
fitness center. However, he'd not seen her since she'd joined the "Spinach
Sisterhood". "I don't remember her being THAT muscular," he thought to
himself. "Or that sexy," the voice in his head added.

"So I guess she's not here yet," Chrissie observed.

"Not yet," Stacy confirmed.

Chrissie turned to Amourelle and said, "I can't wait for you to meet her,
Sweetie."

"Yes, it should be . . interesting," Amourelle said cryptically. Stacy and
Chrissie were both so excited about seeing Julie again that they didn't notice
Amourelle's odd tone. Paul was so intimidated at being around three
astoundingly beautiful and obviously powerful women that it was all he could
do to keep from fainting.

Just then they heard a car pull into the driveway. "She's here!" Stacy
exclaimed and she squeezed by Chrissie and Amourelle and ran into the large
front yard. Amourelle, Chrissie and Paul followed.

As Julie got out of her car she let out a girlish squeal to match the one
Stacy was already making as she ran towards her older sibling. The two
beautiful sisters hugged, jumped up and down and continued their high-pitched
greetings.

Julie stepped back and said, "Let me look at you, Sis." She hadn't really been
around her sister that much since her spinach induced transformation. She
still wasn't used to just how tall and beautiful her little sister had become.

"Wow, Stacy, you look amazing!"

Since leaving college, Julie had chosen to live a day-to-day life free of the
influence of ES1.1 or ES1.2. She was 5'7" and three times stronger than she'd
been before ever consuming enhanced spinach, but she was by far the shortest
and weakest woman present at this particular gathering.

However, she generally kept a supply of ES1.2 close at hand. For one thing,
once in awhile, she and her boyfriend Jerry liked to engage in sex while Julie
was "spinached up".

Stacy took Paul by the hand and, almost accidently dislocating his shoulder,
pulled him towards Julie. "Julie, THIS is my boyfriend, Paul; Paul, THIS is my
big sister, Julie."

"I hope you're being nice to my baby sister," Julie said as the two shook
hands. "Not that you have any choice."

Paul tried hard to smile at this last comment.

"Where's Jerry?" Stacy asked.

"He couldn't get off work," Julie replied.

Having waited as long as she could, Chrissie pushed past Stacy and picked up
Julie and gave her a hug that nearly squeezed the life out of her. "How are
you, Sweetie?"

"I'm fine, Chrissie, and I see that you're still strong and fit," Julie said
after taking a few seconds to regain the breath that had nearly been squeezed
out of her by her Amazonian friend.

Chrissie looked down at her old friend with a wide affectionate smile. She
knew how much she owed Julie. It was Julie that first acquired the spinach
seeds from the sailor with the popped eye in the first place. It was their
other friend Lotus who turned ES1.1 into the even more potent ES1.2. Chrissie
understood that she owed her current life to these two women. She'd loved them
as friends before. Now she knew that there was nothing she could ever really
do to repay them.

Proudly, Chrissie walked Julie over to Amourelle and said, "Julie, this is my
queen Amourelle." Julie had known Chrissie long enough to expect the
unexpected when it came to strange developments in her love life. Even so, if
she hadn't already been briefed on the situation by Lotus, this latest
development might have thrown her for a loop.

Julie looked at Amourelle. Despite herself she could not help but feel quite
intimidated by Amourelle's incredibly powerful form. It was obvious to Julie
that even if she was "spinached up" she would still be no match for
Amourelle's equally "spinached up" form. Amourelle looked even more powerful
than Suzy had when she was "spinached up". She knew that none of the other
members of the "Spinach Sisterhood" - except Stacy when she was under the
influence of SES - would be a match for Amourelle.

Julie loved her friend Chrissie, but she didn't always fully trust her
judgment. She hoped that Amourelle was worthy of Chrissie's devotion.

"It's nice to meet you," Julie fibbed as she shook hands with Amourelle.

"I've heard a lot about you," Amourelle responded in a neutral tone that Julie
found impossible to read.

"Hey! Where's Lotus?" Julie asked changing the subject.

"She texted me a little while ago saying she was running late - something
about being tied up at the lab," Chrissie said.

"That's a surprise," Julie said sarcastically.

Julie didn't have long to ponder whether or not Amourelle was worthy of their
trust because at that moment everyone present heard the sound of breaking
glass coming from the woods behind the house.

"The greenhouse!" Chrissie shouted. Amourelle smiled to herself.

Julie gasped "You mean?"

"Yes! Someone is in the spinach," Chrissie confirmed.

"We better see who it is," Julie said with a worried voice.

"Everybody stay right where you are," Amourelle insisted. "You'll find out who
it is soon enough."

Chrissie looked at Amourelle with a puzzled look, "My Queen, what have you
done?"

* * * * *

Minutes before . . . .

Suzy Maxwell was watching the house where Chrissie and Stacy lived from a safe
distance. This was the first time she'd actually been back there since she'd
been beaten by Stacy. Even so, she knew this house and its front yard well.
She visited it often in her nightmares. This is where she cowered before the
7' She-Hulk Stacy almost every night.

When she saw Julie Albright's car pull into the front yard, she knew the time
had come for her to make her move. She was finally going to get her revenge on
Julie, Stacy and hopefully their friend Lotus Kim as well.

She circled around to the back of the house, careful not to be noticed. That
wasn't so hard since the women were busy with their reunion. Once she reached
the patch of trees behind the house, she simply followed the short trail and
found the little greenhouse.

"It's right where Amourelle told me it would be." She tested the door to see
if it was locked which it was. This was not a problem however since Amourelle
had supplied her with a key. As the key slid easily into the lock, Suzy became
giddy with anticipation. Only a few feet separated her from the valued veggie
that would turn her into a superwoman. The thought of feeling so powerful and
majestic again thrilled her even more than thoughts of revenge.

Her hand trembled as she reached out to tear off some leaves that were growing
in the soil treated with Lotus Kim's special blend of plant food. "Would it
still work?" she asked herself. She shivered at the thought that it wouldn't
even though she had no reason to doubt that it would.

As she touched the bitter leaves to her tongue a feeling oh so sweet began to
sweep over her. She could feel the tingle that spread from her tongue in waves
that spread across her entire body. Of all the women who'd partaken of ES1.2,
none of them felt the sheer joy of transformation more than Suzy.

As she chewed and swallowed the miraculous plant she could feel the power
begin to surge. She felt her body growing and her muscles getting bigger and
harder. She could actually feel her form becoming more powerful and resistant
to harm.

Suzy flexed her right arm and watched as the muscles on it grew and grew until
her bicep reached its full circumference of 55". She glanced down and watched
as her thighs and calves grew to the same relative size. She could sense that
she was even more powerful than the first time she'd gone through this
transformation.

"Working out my normal body has paid off," she thought. She'd have to remember
to give her trainer a special bonus fuck with her new and improved jacked up
body later - whether he wanted it or not.

She was more prepared for her transformation this time. As a result, she'd
worn stretchable bike shorts and a sport bra so that she wouldn't be
completely naked after she changed into what she now considered her true self.
Despite the stretch-ability of the material, her clothes were stretched so
thin and tight that they became practically transparent.

Suzy's only regret is that she didn't have a mirror to see her incredible new
form.

As she exited the greenhouse, Suzy didn't bother to open the door. She simply
punched a hole through the front glass wall and began walking towards the
house. She wasn't worried about being heard. She knew that Julie wasn't
powered up. Stacy was somewhat bigger than before, but she wasn't the seven
foot monster that haunted her dreams. Neither one of them could match her
formidable form, and Amourelle assured her that Chrissie wouldn't give her any
trouble.

She quickly made her way across the back yard and around the house. She saw
the four women and one scrawny man looking at her when she reached the front
yard.

"Okay, Bitches, now you're going to pay," she said.

Amourelle said to Suzy, "Just remember our deal; you leave Chrissie alone."

"Don't worry, the bimbo is safe," assured Suzy.

"That's fine because she's MY bimbo," stated Amourelle.

"Wait!" shouted Chrissie to Amourelle, "How do you know that bitch Suzy?"

Amourelle turned to Chrissie and said, "Through my brother Marcus. He was one
of the Faber football players you and your friends beat up last year. He's
also been acting as Suzy's personal trainer and helping her get pumped up
lately."

"So you want revenge for what we did to him," Julie concluded.

"Hell, no! I don't care about that," explained Amourelle. "I've been beating
the shit out of him since I was fifteen. It's just that when I figured out who
you three were, I called Suzy and asked her if she knew how you all got to be
so strong. I figured if anyone would know it would be her. After all, she was
the queen bee at Faber College at the time. She told me about your special
spinach. In return for that information she asked me to help HER get revenge."

Paul said quietly to Stacy, "What's going on? Special spinach? Revenge? I
don't understand ANY of this."

"I'll explain it to you later, Pookie," Stacy assured her boyfriend.

Chrissie stepped in front of Suzy. "If you think I'm going to stand by and
watch while you beat on my two friends you've got another thing coming,
bitch!"

Suzy smiled. "I was hoping you'd say something like that."

Amourelle got between them. "Chrissie, I told Suzy that you'd stay out of it.
That's the deal we made, and that's just what you're going to do."

Chrissie looked at Amourelle with tears in her eyes. "Listen, 'Relle, I love
you, and I want to obey you, but I can't this time. I can't let that bitch
Suzy hurt my friends. You don't understand how much I owe Julie. If it wasn't
for her, I would never have been exposed to the spinach. I'd just be a former
college cheerleader without a degree. I wouldn't even have you. I owe her
everything."

Amourelle looked deep into Chrissie's eyes. Chrissie had told her "I love you"
before, but it had never meant much to her. Her life had been such a whirlwind
lately that she never stopped to consider that Chrissie could have developed
real affection for her. What's more, she never considered the possibility that
she could develop real and tender feeling for Chrissie.

Now as she looked into Chrissie's eyes however, she saw something deep and
meaningful. She knew that Chrissie meant it when she said, "I love you." She
also came to the realization that she was able to recognize Chrissie's feeling
for her because she felt at least partly the same way.

Amourelle's usual hard exterior softened. More than one person present
remarked later that the look on Amourelle's face reminded them of the look on
the Grinch's face when he realized the true meaning of Christmas. "But,
Blondie, Suzy's been working out. You're no match for her."

"Maybe I can at least hold her off while Stacy and Julie get away."

Meanwhile, while all this was going on, Julie quietly slipped over to her car
and got out the secret stash of ES1.2 she'd packed. She quietly ate some of
the power plant. The others were alerted to his fact when they heard the sound
of her outer clothes being ripped to shreds and she grew to her "spinached up"
5'11" height and flexed her huge 50" biceps.

"I'm not going anywhere," Julie told the assembled gathering.

Suzy smiled at this. She still felt confident that she could take both
Chrissie and Julie even in their transformed states. Not only had she been
doing strength training, but she'd been working on her fighting skills as
well. She knew that the only woman there who could stand up to her was
Amourelle.

"Fine by me," Suzy said. Then she turned to Stacy and said, "Once I give these
two what's coming to them, I'm coming after you."

Amourelle looked at Chrissie's beautiful face. She once again looked deep into
her soft blue eyes. She almost hoped that what she felt for Chrissie wasn't
real. But no, it was genuine alright. She turned to Suzy and said, "I'm sorry,
Suzy, but I can't let you do that?"

"What???? We had a deal!"

"I know, but that was before," said Amourelle.

"Before what?" asked Suzy.

"Before I realized that I love Chrissie." Until that moment when she actually
heard herself saying the words, Amourelle didn't fully admit to herself that
it was true. She turned back to Chrissie and said, "It's true, Blondie, I love
you too."

"This is bullshit!" shouted Suzy. "I will NOT be cheated out of my revenge!"

"Neither will I," a male voice rang out. From the side of the house stepped a
large naked black man who was built like the CGI version of the Incredible
Hulk. He was obviously under the influence of ES1.2.

"Marcus!" Suzy shouted, "What are you doing here?"

"I followed you," he explained.

"But how did you even know that I'd be coming here?" Suzy asked.

"You talk in your sleep."

"Wait a minute," said Chrissie, "He said 'Neither will I,' when Suzy said she
would not be cheated out of her revenge. What does this guy want revenge for?"

"This is my brother Marcus," replied Amourelle. When Chrissie still didn't
seem to understand Amourelle added, "One of the Faber football players you and
your friends beat up. Remember?"

"Ooooooohhh," Chrissie said.

Poor Paul was hopelessly trying to catch up.

"Marcus, go home," said Suzy. "I don't need some man to fight my battles for
me."

Marcus flexed his new, huge muscles. "No way, I'm finally going to get even
with these cunts for what they did to me and my teammates."

"I mean it, Marcus, get the hell out of here before I kick your ass!" shouted
Suzy.

Marcus flexed his superb sinew again. "I don't think you CAN kick my ass,
Suzy. Remember that I ate the spinach too. Besides I thought you hated these
skanks as much as I do."

"I do, dumbass, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stand by and let some man
beat them up."

No one was more surprised to hear these words coming out of the mouth of Suzy
Maxwell than Julie Albright was. However, she thought she understood. She and
Suzy had been heated rivals since middle school. However, before their rivalry
they'd been friends. Perhaps that's why despite their antagonism they'd always
fought fair against one another. There had always been an unspoken respect
between them. She realized that she'd violated that respect when she spanked
Suzy in public and on her home turf of Faber College while she was in her
"spinached up" form and Suzy was not.

For the first time, Julie considered the possibility that perhaps she'd
deserved the beating Suzy later gave her. It also occurred to her that if the
situation was reversed, that if a man was threatening to beat Suzy up, that
she would try to intervene as well. At least she hoped that she would.

That's why Julie stepped forward and said, "You may be able to beat Suzy or me
separately, Marcus, but we're not going to give you that chance. If you touch
her then you're going to have to take us both on." A look then passed between
Suzy and Julie. It was a look that said, "I've got your back, Sister."

A strange thought then occurred to Julie. She'd known Suzy longer than she'd
known any of the other women in the Spinach Sisterhood except for her sister.
In a strange way her relationship with Suzy - though antagonistic - was not
only older but deeper than her relationship with her two best friends Chrissie
and Lotus.

"No problem," Marcus said.

Then Amourelle spoke up, "You're forgetting one thing, Marcus. I've been
beating the shit out of you since I was fifteen. With both of us being under
the influence of the spinach, I shouldn't have any trouble doing it now."

"Yeah? Maybe, Sis, except, I'm not alone." With that, fifteen other "spinached
up" Faber men came out from the side of the house. They were all naked except
for one guy whose purple pants mysteriously stretched out to accommodate his
new gargantuan size. They were all former and current college football players
who'd been victims of the "Faber Massacre", and they all had blood in their
eyes.

Paul could see that these male behemoths were slowly moving to surround the
women. He and Stacy were standing a little off to the side, and he pulled her
arm. "Quick, Stacy, over here." Stacy didn't resist as Paul guided her to a
cluster of bushes on the side of the front yard.

"Drop your pants," Paul implored.

"What? Why?" asked Stacy.

"So that I can lick your pussy," explained Paul.

"Here? Now?" asked Stacy.

"Yes! That's the quickest way for me to give you an orgasm," said Paul.

"Do you really think that now is a good time for that?" asked Stacy.

"I think it's the perfect time. Remember what happens to you when you have an
orgasm?"

"Ooooooohhh," Stacy said as she dropped her pants. Paul fell to his knees and
began licking for dear life.

Meanwhile, the Faber men were moving into place. Amourelle stepped up to her
brother and said, "I'm warning you Marcus."

"Oh yeah, well fuck y -" That was as far as he got before Amourelle knocked
him out with one punch.

The other Faber men hesitated. At that moment, a scream exploded from out of
the nearby bushes. "OOOOOOOHHH GAAWWDD, YEEESSSSSS!!!" All eyes turned in that
direction in time to see the full-on seven foot tall, naked version of Stacy
exploding out of the bushes.

Mega-Stacy stepped out of the shrubs smiling from ear to ear. In a voice that
sounded like feminine rolling thunder she said, "Let's do this."

Before anyone could make a move, another car pulled up into the yard. Out
stepped Lotus Kim and her boyfriend George. Immediately assessing the
situation, Lotus pulled out a plastic baggie full of spinach and ate several
leaves.

Everyone assembled watched with open mouths as before their eyes Lotus
transformed into a 7'2", mega-muscled version of her former already impressive
self. Every stitch of clothing she had on except for the super-stretch panties
she was wearing fell off her new body ripped to ribbons.

Lotus flexed her arms and everyone assemble watched as her biceps expanded to
an amazing 86".

"I thought that you didn't have any more Super Enhanced Spinach," Julie said
to Lotus.

"I lied," was Lotus's brief explanation. She tossed the plastic baggie to
Julie.

Julie pulled out a few leaves and ate them and tossed the bag to Chrissie who
did the same. Both women transformed into 7' plus tall, impossibly muscular
and beautiful versions of their former selves. Chrissie turned and gave the
bag of super-spinach to Amourelle who said, "I don't need it."

Amourelle then turned and decked another one of the Faber football players
with one punch as if to show everyone the truth of what she said.

Suzy ran over to Amourelle and said, "Let me have some." When Amourelle
hesitated, Suzy said, "What? You still don't trust me? You five might not be
my favorite people, but that doesn't mean I'm going to take the side of men
who want to beat up women!"

Amourelle looked at Chrissie who looked to Julie. Julie nodded her consent
which gave Amourelle the go ahead to hand the SES to Suzy. Suzy quickly
ingested the grandiose greens and tilted her head back in anticipation of the
euphoric transformation. She was not disappointed.

Once again her body experienced the wave of pleasure and power that swept
across her body and changed her into a more perfect version of herself. Was it
possible to become more superlative? Suzy would have argued "No" the day
before. However that was before experiencing the SES transformation. Clearly
she was in a place where the normal laws of physics no longer reigned.

And what about the Faber men? As they watched the last of the women they had
surrounded change into a tribe of She-Hulks - all except for Amourelle who
could kick most of their asses anyway - they collectively reached the
conclusion that now would be a great time TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE. With
this goal in mind, they simultaneously took off in opposite directions.

They never stood a chance. Most of the guys didn't make it more than a few
steps. Stacy, Julie, Chrissie, Lotus and Suzy seemed to be everywhere at once.
And wherever they were, incredible hulking men were quickly tossed around or
otherwise twisted, bent or beaten into submission. A few of the men made vain
attempts to fight back, but even in their ES1.2 transformed states - even
though they were all now strong enough to lift cars - all they got for their
troubled were broken fists and more severe headaches when they eventually woke
up.

Amourelle who figured that she'd already done her part enjoyed the show and
watched as large "spinached up" men went flying through the air courtesy of
even larger "super-spinached up" women. She thought that it was sad in a way
that none of these guys would really get the chance to enjoy their new
enhanced forms since by the time they woke up, they'd be back to normal.

In less than three minutes, all sixteen of the Faber footballers were sprawled
out in the large front yard in various states of unconsciousness - all except
one. The second guy that Amourelle punched out was still barely conscious.
Amourelle hadn't hit him as hard as she'd hit her brother.

He managed to struggle to his feet and snuck over the where Paul and Lotus's
boyfriend George were standing. He grabbed both of the smaller men from behind
and picked them up by the scruff of their necks.

"Hey!" he shouted.

The women all turned towards him.

"Let me go, or I'm going to break these wimps in two," he threatened.

"If you hurt my man, I swear to God that I'll fucking kill you," said Stacy.
No one present doubted that she meant it.

"I-I-I don't want to hurt anyone. I-I just want to get out of here unharmed,"
he said.

"Is that all?" a voice asked. It took everyone a few seconds to realize that
it was George's voice.

"What do you mean?" asked the only Faber man still standing.

"I mean, don't you want these women to pay for what they did to you and your
teammates?" George asked.

"Yeah . . but that's impossible. I mean . . look at the muscles on these
super-babes. I don't stand a chance against them."

"What's your name?" George asked.

"S-Stanly," the Faber man replied.

"Stanly, has it occurred to you that you'd be as big as these women if you ate
some of the spinach that THEY ate," George suggested.

Stanly thought about it for a few seconds and asked suspiciously, "Why are you
telling me this?"

"Because, we men have to stick together! What do you think it's been like for
me dating a chick that's stronger than me? What do you think it's been like
watching as my girlfriend and her friends are all stronger than me? Do they
ever offer ME any spinach? Hell no! I'm just the boyfriend. I'm not worthy of
their precious 'Spinach Sisterhood'."

"What? Why is your boyfriend selling us out?" Julie whispered to Lotus.

"Don't worry; George knows what he's doing," Lotus whispered back.

"Yeah! Give me some of that spinach that you babes ate," Stanly demanded.

"No way!" said Suzy who still possessed the plastic baggie of SES.

"Give it to him," Stacy demanded.

"Why should I?" asked Suzy.

Julie looked at her old rival and asked, "Suzy, was this just a short term
truce, or are you really one of us now?"

Suzy thought about it for several seconds. It wasn't like she wanted to be
best friends with Julie all of a sudden. On the other hand, she was tired of
the endless cycle of tit for tat that had been going on for too many years.
Julie had consented to trust her with the SES. Maybe it was time for her to
prove worthy of that trust. "I . . I guess I'm one of you," she said
hesitantly.

"Then give him the spinach," Julie requested.

Reluctantly, Suzy complied.

Stanly wasted no time in gobbling down the remaining SES. He then dropped Paul
and George and waited for the expected transformation. Only . . the
transformation that took place was not what he expected. Instead of getting
bigger, he could feel himself shrinking! He soon found himself shrunk down to
his normal size, and he was already the smallest member of the team - actually
little more than the team mascot. In fact, George was now bigger than he was.

George walked over to him and said, "Take that, Rudy!" as he punched Stanly
knocking him to the ground. "And for the record, dating a woman who's stronger
than me has been fantastic."

Paul smiled knowingly at this

"So the SES . . ." Julie began.

"Doesn't work on men," Lotus completed. "See, when George and I developed this
strain of spinach, we made sure that it would react negatively to a Y
chromosome."

"Whoa!" Stacy said, "That's bloody brilliant, Lotus!"

"Don't congratulate me; that was George's idea." As a reward for his forward
thinking, Julie, Chrissie and Stacy each gave George a kiss on the cheek.
Later that night, Lotus took him on an erotic roller coaster as only a woman
under the influence of SES could.

So before any of the other beaten up players regained consciousness, Lotus
went back to her lab and retrieved some SES in liquid concentrate form. Mixing
one part concentrate with nine parts water, Lotus injected the mixture down
the throats of each of the sleeping men.

"So when they wake up?" asked Amourelle.

"They won't have any residual effects from ingesting the ES1.2," Lotus
replied.

When it was all over, everyone agreed that it had been quite a day. They all
knew that the "Second Faber Massacre" as it came to be known was an event
they'd never forget. Despite all that happened, most of the people present
said that the most incredible site of all was when Julie Albright and Suzy
Maxwell went to shake hands.

"Peace?" Suzy said and she extended her hand. "Peace," concluded Julie, "But
I'm not going to shake your hand. That's what guys would do," she said as she
embraced Suzy with a full on hug.

"This doesn't mean that I'm adding you to my Christmas card list," Suzy said
sarcastically.

"I'll try to have a merry Christmas anyway," Julie responded.

The vision of two supremely powerful and sexy women embracing in front of him
with their huge tits mashing into each other was enough to give Paul
semi-wood. Stacy noticed this and picked her boyfriend up in her arms. She
delicately squeezed his cock and said, "Remember, Pookie, that's just for me."

"O-of c-c-course," an embarrassed Paul replied, "I j-just . . ."

"Don't be frightened, Pookie, I understand," Stacy assured him. Then she
whispered in his ear with her sexiest voice, "But just wait until I get you
alone later. I'm showing you no mercy."

* * * * *

Three months later, Lotus was working at the home writing up her latest notes.
It seems that after taking the initial dose of SES which wore off after
twenty-four hours, each of the women - Julie, Chrissie, Suzy and Lotus herself
- experienced the same effect that Stacy did. Now, every time one of them has
an orgasm, they transform into seven foot or taller, mega-muscled versions of
themselves.

As with Stacy this effect lasts approximately two hours.

Julie, Stacy and Lotus are all still in relationships with the same men which
makes each of their respective men very happy. Amourelle and Chrissie are also
still together. They still have boy-toys and girl-toys, but they only enjoy
them together. Suzy reports that she is currently "playing the field."

Somewhat surprisingly Amourelle has opted NOT to partake of SES. She has come
to terms with the fact that for two hours after every orgasm Chrissie is the
more powerful one in their relationship.

Since the day of the "Second Faber Massacre" Amourelle's brother Marcus has
disappeared. His current whereabouts are unknown.

Lotus was finishing up her notes when she heard a knock at the door. When she
opened it, two heavily muscled, seven-and-a-half feet tall women were standing
there. Their skin had a subtle pale green tinge to it, and they had slightly
larger than normal violet eyes. They were wearing silver metallic jumpsuits.

One of them spoke. "I am Dr. Puna and this is my associate, Professor Tanga.
We have journeyed a great distance for one purpose. Please, return our spinach
seeds, and we will be on our way."

"I wondered when you space Amazons would finally show up." said Lotus. "As for
your seeds, sorry, you can't have them!"

THE END . . . ?

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