TREAT?...OR TRICK?
By Moxie
"Be careful what you wish for, because someday you just might get it."


I had always found Lauren to be attractive.  She was about 5'7" with 
lustrous red hair, beautiful blue eyes, a gorgeous smile, long legs, the 
cutest tight little ass, and small-but-well-defined breasts.  She had 
the perfect model's figure.  Her body was firm, like a gymnast's, but 
had no hint of muscularity.  Actually, in all honesty she was a little 
skinny and downright bony.  But, she was really sweet and had a good 
sense of humor.  She was a perfect catch, except for the fact that she 
was a muscle desert.  If it weren't for that, I'd have snatched her up a 
long time ago.  Little did I know that she also had an appreciation for 
large muscles, and also had an enormous crush on me.  And I didn't know 
she had a much darker side. 

I guess I got corrupted, or spoiled, growing up with images of SuperGirl 
and Wonder Woman.  To the young eyes of my boyhood, nothing could 
compare to the erotic beauty of those strong muscular women.  As I grew, 
I loved to look at pictures of female body builders for the same reason.  
And Lauren was as far from that image as was possible. 

We were good co-workers, I guess I pretty much respected her abilities.  
Like any other man with a pulse, I would ogle at her as she walked by my 
office or around the department - she was, after all, extremely 
attractive.  But unlike other men, in my mind I would morph her 
beautiful head onto a more powerful and muscular body, like maybe Denise 
Rutkowski's.  Man, what a combo that would be.  If only it could be... 

Although I did not realize it, in the back of her mind, Lauren wanted 
the same thing: wanted to be that kind of woman, wanted to have that 
kind of body, wanted to have that kind of strength.  She wanted it for 
herself, but she also wanted it because she knew that I wanted it, too.  
She dreamed of flexing large muscles for me to worship.  She dreamed of 
looking in a mirror and seeing a Denise Rutkowski look back. 

For some reason, Lauren and I never went out on a date.  Periodically we 
did go out to bars with friends after work, but never just the two of us 
alone.  I have to admit that although I suspected she wanted me to ask 
her out, I just couldn't give up on my dream of finding a more muscular 
woman.  Nor did I realize that Lauren had dreamt of becoming that very 
woman.  So time passed as we both remained friends but endured our 
reluctant solitude, and we both longed for her to be different than she 
really was. 

Things had gotten pretty hectic at work.  Lauren had actually been out 
of the office for two weeks and I hadn't even had time to notice it.  
Then one night I got an anonymous e-mail that changed my life forever, 
as well as how I thought about Lauren. 

"If you want to see the kind of muscular woman you've always dreamed 
about, meet me at Gold's Gym at 11 p.m. on Friday.  Be ready for a 
workout." - Your Muscle Goddess 

Okay, I admit it, my interest was peaked. 

It was cool out, even for an October evening.  The moon was full, just 
perfect for Halloween.  Most of the kids in my neighborhood were out 
"trick or treating", but fortunately I don't have to worry about that.  
I was more curious about what I would find when I got to the gym. 

There was a cold wind blowing dead leaves around the dark parking lot, 
which made the place seem a lot spookier than it ought to be, I thought 
to myself.  The front door of the gym was locked when I got there, and 
most of the lights were off.  I gave a fleeting thought to going back 
home, but I really was curious about who this mystery woman was, so I 
went around to back door, which was propped open with a triangle block 
of wood. 

"Hello?" I called out as I tiptoed down a dark hallway into the gym.  In 
the center of the free-weight area was a bench illuminated under a 
single neon fixture like some kind of spotlight.  It was set up for a 
bench press, but the bar had an enormous amount of weight on it.  Each 
side of the bar had five 100 lb. disks, four 50 lb. disks, and four 25 
lb. disks: a total of 1,600 pounds (not including the bar itself), which 
made the bar curve across the weight stand.  What in the world could 
that much weight be for?  I called out again, "Hello?..." 

Then I heard from the shadows, "Howdy, stranger." 

I turned in the direction of the sound, and saw Lauren emerging from the 
shadows.  She was wearing baggy gray sweats, and sauntered sexily over 
to where I was standing. 

"Oh, Lauren...its you," I said disappointingly.  "You sent me the e-
mail?  I thought it was supposed to be someone..." 

"...more muscular?  Yes, I know, but we'll see about that in a moment.  
I'm glad you came.  I wasn't sure if you would, but when I saw that copy 
Women's Physique World in the back seat of your Mercedes...well, let's 
just say I had my hopes."  She edged closer to me, and my nose caught 
wafts of her sweet sultry smell.  She took her index finger and began to 
trace circles on my chest.  She played with my pecs while she spoke, and 
traced little rings around my nipples, which made them hard.  I must 
admit another part of my anatomy began to get a little hard too, but not 
as much as you would think since I thought this was still the same old 
skinny Lauren. 

She kept talking while she pulled her sweats off.  "You see, in the past 
couple of weeks I have changed.  About a month ago, I found a site on 
the web called amazonpharm.com.  They bill themselves as a "farm" for 
creating amazons, but they do it with  drugs.  I guess that makes it a 
"pharmaceutical farm" (or a pharm farm).  Anyway, I ordered it, and I 
did it, for you."  She bent over to pull off her tennis shoes and socks. 

"What are you talking about?" I asked. 

"I'm talking about THIS."  With that she stepped back from me into the 
overhead light.  She had on a hunter green silk bikini that looked 
unbelievable with her hair and eyes and creamy white skin.  She raised 
her arms to the side and turned around in a mock modeling session.  I 
have to admit her body looked a lot leaner and firmer than I remembered 
the last time we went to the beach with all the guys.  She actually had 
some curves and small muscles showing. 

"Well, I can see you've been working out a bit, but..." 

"No, actually I haven't lifted any weights, the prescription forbids it 
for the first two weeks." 

"Prescription?  What are you talking about?  You're not taking steroids 
or something are you?" 

"NO, not steroids, those are fake.  This is the real thing.  And I did 
it... for you." 

"What are you talking about," I asked again, but she just smiled back. 

"LAUREN, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"  I shouted, finally getting impatient and 
concerned for my friend. 

"A retro-virus," she finally answered. 

There was a pretty long pause, I didn't know what to say.  "A whuh-.." 

"Retro-virus.  I got it from amazonpharm.com.  I took it two weeks ago 
and it has been rewriting my DNA ever since.  Don't you see any 
difference?"  She pointed one toe and flexed her thigh while she flexed 
two golfball sized biceps. 

"Well, its sure a big change compared to how you used to look ... 
but..." 

"Don't worry, I'm not done yet.  That's why we came here.  I know you 
like muscular women... so do I.  That's what I want to become.  And I 
want you to watch.  Finally, we can both get what we've always wanted."  
With that she sat down on the weight bench.  "All you have to decide is 
whether the new me is a treat, or a trick," she said as she winked at 
me. 

"Lauren, honey, I think its great you're going to start working out and 
all, but I still don't know that we can make a go of it.  Maybe I'm 
different, but I tend to like..."  I stopped in mid-sentence as she 
started to scoot into position under the bench press bar with the 1,600 
pounds of free weights on it. 

"Lauren, what are you doing?  Are you nuts?  You can't lift this bar, 
that would take at least ten strong men and...." 

But she ignored me and put her hands in position.  I noticed that in 
this position, her tits were probably a cup-size larger than I 
remembered, having gone from a B to at least a C, if not a small D.  And 
perfectly round and firm, too, as if they were unaffected by gravity.  I 
privately wondered whether she'd had a boob-job done. 

She started to push upward, struggling to push the massive weight off 
the bench. 

"Lauren cut it out,"  I implored, but she continued, her arms shaking as 
they struggled with the weight, which had not budged.  "Come on, stop 
it, will you?" I implored, but she continued.  

Sweat was beginning to bead on her forehead, and she was biting her lip.  
Through gritted teeth she sputtered, "..no...got 
...to...get..big...like...you...want..." 

"LAUREN, STOP THIS RIGHT NOW.  YOU'RE GOING TO HURT YOURSELF...Come on, 
we'll go get a pizza and a beer or something, and..." 

I stopped short in astonishment.  While she struggled to press the 
weight, her arms began to get thicker.  Right before my eyes, she began 
to grow muscles.  Muscle tissue began to swell where there were no 
muscles before.  An inch of pectoral muscle welled up under her 
perfectly-rounded breasts, like they were being served up on some 
buffet.  Large cords of muscle began to jump out of nowhere and pack 
onto her shoulders and deltoids.  The muscles of her triceps began to 
jut out like horseshoes.  

Then, an amazing thing began to happen:  the bar began to move!  First 
it rolled a bit in the cradle of the stand, then it slowly began to 
rise.  Sweat was dripping down Lauren's face as she grimaced from the 
effort. 

"Oh my God," I whispered, as she straightened out arms now muscled 
enough to make any Miss Universe proud. 

Lauren had this giddy grin on her face as she realized what her muscular 
arms were actually holding 1,600 pounds overhead.  I, of course, was 
mortified, and thought to myself this must be one of those cases like 
"adrenaline helped me lift the car and pull my friend to safety".  I 
could accept that much, but, how to explain her newfound muscularity? 

"I'm doing it...I'm doing it.." she gasped.  Over the next 30 seconds, 
her muscles slowly continued to get bigger.  Her arms stopped shaking, 
and she seemed to be handling the enormous weight with more and more 
ease. 

"So, this is what you wanted?"  she said more easily as the bar began to 
lower over her chest.  Because I feared the weight was finally 
overcoming her, I rushed over to help pull it off her before it crushed 
her flat.  I straddled her and the bench and put my hands on the bar 
between hers and began to lift with all my might.  However, my best 
efforts were inconsequential as the bar sank to just above her boobs, 
where it stopped.  I frantically groaned and strained to save her life, 
but I knew I couldn't move the 1,600 pound barbell if my life depended 
upon it.  

I had such panic for Lauren, thinking this was to be her last moment 
alive.  But when I looked down expecting to see her face filled with 
fear, I saw that it had a funny confident grin on her face instead.  
"I'm not dropping it silly, I'm pressing it."  With that she began to 
ease the bar back up until her arms were straight!  It caught me so by 
surprise, that I couldn't get out of the way in time, so she ended up 
pressing me along with the weights!  1,800 pounds in all!  She began to 
press both me and the bar up and down repeatedly with incredible ease.  
In fact, the longer she held the weight overhead, the lighter it seemed 
to get to her arms.  "Well, how'm I doin' so far?" she asked wryly as 
she completed repetition number 30. 

I was speechless.  I climbed off the bar and stood back.  Lauren sat up 
while she held the weight overhead, causing large cuts of muscular 
plates to form on her abdomen.  I inched over to examine the 
unbelievable muscularity of her back as she held the weight overhead.  
Large mounds and wells of muscular features outlined her shoulder 
blades.  She had a v-shaped muscle in the middle of her back that was 
nearly an inch tall. 

She was practically gushing, "This feels incredible.  Its as heavy as a 
car but it is less and less consequential to my arms.  This feeling of 
strength is unbelievable." 

She stood up with the weight overhead as her previously slim thighs 
pumped out with large trunks of angry cords.  She performed a twenty of 
deep squats, which only made her thighs look even more defined.  Her 
hips and loins started to look really good.  As before, her initial 
efforts were strained, but as her muscles grew right before my eyes, the 
weight seemed to offer less and less resistance. 

Standing back upright, she glanced up at the bar and reversed her hand 
holds.  Then she lowered the bar in front of her as the curves of large 
biceps began to take shape.  She began to do curls with the weight as 
her biceps inflated.  Each repetition making her biceps bigger, and her 
motion a little less struggled.  By the time she had completed 30 
repetitions, her biceps were the size of softballs.  

All she had to do was work out an area of her body and beautiful 
enormous muscles would grow.  Not monstrously huge muscles, but nearly 
as big as a male bodybuilder and a million times more erotic.  She had 
an outrageous body now.  I watched her transform before my eyes into the 
woman I had always dreamed about, and began to get extremely turned on. 

After smoothly completing twenty reps with incredible ease, she dropped 
the barbell to the floor, where it smashed a dent in the floor. 

She turned towards me with her gorgeous face and this new unbelievable 
body that had muscles curving out all over around the green silk bikini.  
She smiled an arrogant smile and flexed two softball-sized biceps, "Well 
boy, is this the Muscle Goddess you've always wanted?  For years, I 
wanted us to get together, but you held out because you wanted this?  
Well, come over here and feel my new body, boy."   Her commanding voice 
had a newfound strength that seemed to resonate through the room, and it 
distinctly sounded like I was being given an order. 

"Okay, I'll bite," I said.  I was awestruck over to this magnificent 
piece of womanhood.  She was unbelievable, she WAS the embodiment of my 
dreams.  She was huge and defined, every muscle on her body was visible 
at two to four times normal size.  My dick throbbed and struggled 
against the fabric of my pants, it felt like it was going to explode 
while I just looked at her.  I inched over to her and sheepishly put my 
hand around her distended bicep.  My hand could not completely cover it.  
I squeezed it as hard as I could, but the steely bicep had no give at 
all.  It felt like I was trying to squeeze a steel ball bearing.  

Her body was remarkable now, so feminine and so powerful.  She was the 
most erotically beautiful thing I had ever seen.  And she said she did 
this for me, right?  For ME!  I was getting practically giddy thinking 
about having this filly at home waiting for me.  With a body like that, 
I might never even go to work.  Hell, with a body like that, I might 
never leave the house at all.  

She tossed back her head in a somewhat sadistic laugh, "oh, this 
strength is unbelievable, I never imagined I could feel like this.  I 
feel power throbbing in my muscles.  I feel like I can do just about 
anything." 

Unfortunately, I didn't take time to evaluate what she had just said, I 
was too overcome with lust for the goddess that stood before me.  I was 
convinced that I had found what I sought all those years, my own 
personal supergirl.  I started to kiss and worship her muscular body, 
thinking that was what she wanted, too. 

But then Lauren turned to me looking a little irritated.  As she spoke, 
my heart sank.   "So THIS is what you wanted?  This is it?  I didn't 
have muscles before, so I wasn't good enough for you?  Well, maybe now 
your puny ass isn't good enough for ME." 

"Pop."  (That was my bubble bursting.) 

She reached one hand to my chest, grabbed a hand full of shirt, and 
lifted me off the ground with one hand.  "See little man, now that I'm 
this strong, you're mine to do with as I see fit."  I dangled from her 
left hand and looked at the rounded bicep that ripped from her upper 
arm.  I thought silently to myself, "I wonder how strong that bicep 
really is?"  

"...more than you can imagine," she said, seeming to answer the question 
I had thought but not asked.  I was starting to get scared about how 
strong she was, because she clearly could carry out any wish she could 
conceive. 

She held me over by her bulging right bicep, "KISS IT, LICK IT, FONDLE 
IT,"  she commanded.  Now don't get me wrong, I had dreamed all my life 
of doing just that very thing.  But it was different to be commanded 
than to share muscular love together. 

"NO," I said, not being able to believe my words.  This woman was, after 
all, a goddess forged from my own imagination. 

"NOT ACCEPTABLE," she responded.  She raised my face to her huge white 
muscle, which was festooned with a webbing of angry blue veins and 
dripping with perspiration.  "LICK IT," she commanded.  Then she smiled 
and winked at me, "Treat?...or trick?" 

She glared into my eyes and I knew this was no joke.  Still I was 
reluctant to worship her muscles.  In one respect, I shouldn't have mind 
because, after all, God, she was gorgeous now.  But being forced like 
this felt incredibly distasteful.  But the more troubling thing was that 
her personality seemed to be changing with her body. 

"All right then," she said, "I guess you need a little encouragement."  
She held my mouth in front of her unflexed bicep.  Gradually, she flexed 
the large muscle into my mouth.  At first, I thought maybe I could bite 
down and make her stop, but I quickly realized that the bicep was far 
too hard, I would probably break every tooth in my mouth.  Soon, the 
muscle had grown so large, it threatened to dislocate my jaw.  "Unggh!" 
I cried. 

After a few seconds, she dropped me to the floor in front of her.  She 
stepped over me and straddled me with one calve on each side of my head, 
touching my ears.  She clamped my head with incredible pressure, which 
I'm sure was just incidental to her strength, and I couldn't budge a 
bit. 

She reached down and picked up the 1,600 pound barbell with one hand and 
began to casually curl the massive weight up and down with just her 
right hand.  The immense weights made the barbell angle downward from 
her hand at almost a 45 degree angle.  "Now let's see...you like 
muscles, do you?  Well do you remember how large my new muscles get?  
Remember how hard they get?  What do you think would happen if I started 
to flex my calves right now?"  

My head was already throbbing from the pressure of her legs, but when 
she said this I was terrified.  I finally understood that my supergirl 
could crush my head like a grape without really trying. 

She began to slowly power up her calves.  I felt the pressure increase 
as they gradually increased in size.  My head felt like it was in a vice 
that was clamping down.  I began to sob for mercy, "Please, 
don't...please..." 

Just in the nick of time, she stopped her one-hand curling and said, 
"damn, this just isn't enough weight anymore."  Using just her wrist, 
she tossed the massive weight into the air a few times and played catch 
with it.  Then, she tossed the 1,600 pound weight across the room where 
it smashed into a large weight rack.  Then she picked me up with one 
hand and held me in front of her face.  "I guess you can't handle me any 
more, can you little man?  Why don't you take a break?"  With one hand 
she hurled me about 20 feet into the wall of the room.  Luckily I hit 
the padded portion and fell into a heap on the floor.  Lauren began to 
walk over to me. 

I'd had it.  Although frightened to death of what she had become, I knew 
I had to defend myself.  She stood before me and glared confidently down 
at me.  She reached down with one hand and lifted me to my feet.  Still 
woozy from hitting the wall, I fell back on the padding for support.  
She stood like a muscle monument before with hands on her hips.  She 
looked like a supergirl from my dreams, but it was turning out to be 
more of a nightmare. 

Figuring the element of surprise could be my only advantage, I knew I 
had to strike fast.  So in a fury, I landed eight or ten punches in a 
flurry of right/left combos to her abdomen.  I hit her as hard as I 
could.  I was peppering her midsection with blows that would have 
leveled the strongest man.  But I stopped when I realized they had not 
even phased her, my clenched fists harmlessly bouncing off the plates of 
muscle in her unflexed abdomen.  "Hey little man, you're lucky I wasn't 
flexing my abs then, you would've broken your knuckles," she said with a 
wicked smile on her face. 

Enraged, I threw one more punch roundhouse style directed straight for 
her face.  But she caught my fist in her hand and began to apply 
pressure, gradually, until the crushing pressure produced crunching 
sounds.  "Aaaaarrrrrrrrrgggggggg!" I cried. 

I used my free hand to land four or five more vicious punches to her 
abs, but of course, they had no effect at all.  In fact, my hand began 
to get sore from the impact of hitting her unflexed abdominal muscles - 
kind of like hitting a punching bag without a boxing glove. 

"Tsk, tsk, you've been a bad boy," she replied.  Then she lifted me 
again with one hand and effortlessly tossed me across the room to the 
padding on the other side.  Even though the padding softened the blow, I 
could feel a bad bruise forming. 

This time, I was more prepared as she walked towards me.  I grabbed a 
weight bar, which was painful to hold given my broken hand, but I had to 
manage it.  When she was within range I swung with all my might at her 
shoulder.  The heavy bar just bounced off her heavily-muscled deltoid - 
she didn't even flinch, I don't think it hurt her at all.  I swung again 
at her thigh with the same result. 

Then she flexed the thigh into immense rippling muscles and said, "I 
dare you to try that again, little man." 

I knew I shouldn't have taken the dare, but my head was filled with fear 
and lust.  I swung at that beautiful thigh with all my might, hoping 
this would help turn the battle in my favor.  Instead, the barbell 
struck her thigh and bounced off, clanging like a sledge hammer striking 
an anvil.  It felt like hitting a fastball in  freezing weather.  My 
arms stung from the impact, and Lauren just tossed back her head and 
giggled. "What now, little man?  Treat?...Or trick?" she said as she 
winked mockingly at me. 

She picked up the barbell and held it in front of her.  Then she slowly 
began to bend it in half with her bare hands.  Damn, she looked like she 
wasn't even trying, but her eyes were wild with excitement at the 
thought of what she can do now. 

I grabbed a 25 lb. disk and threw it at her with all my might, but it 
just bounced off her steely abdomen with no effect.  Then she picked up 
the disk and began to fold it in half, her powerful hands easily 
deforming the solid steel.  She eventually tore it in half and was 
practically gushing, "God, these muscles, this strength feels so great, 
its practically intoxicating." 

By now my body was fully in the fight or flight response mode.  The 
adrenaline really must have been flowing.  But I realized there was no 
way I could defeat her, she was far too powerful, and fighting her was 
hopeless.  Got to run...got to get out... 

I ran to the back door and pushed, but it was barred closed. I was 
trapped!  When I turned around I saw Lauren behind me holding the coke 
machine overhead.  She threw it at me and I dove underneath it.  The 
vending machine hit the back door with a thud, soda form and suds spewed 
from corners of the machine.  I scrambled past Lauren, the confidence on 
her face told me she was totally unconcerned that I might escape. 

Try the other door... 

I ran to try the front door, but it was key locked.  When looked over my 
shoulder I saw her lifting an entire weight rack overhead.  I don't know 
how much weight was on the rack in total, but it must've been several 
thousand pounds.  She seemed to strain a little bit, but I'm sure she 
could have lifted much more.  Her muscles looked unbelievable as she 
hoisted the rack over her head.  When it seemed that she was aiming at 
me, I realized I had to move fast.  She hurled the weight rack at me and 
it smashed into the wall in a tremendous crash.  I dived out of the way 
just in the nick of time and somersaulted across the floor to safety.  

Get out of here...escape...got to be another way 

I could see some moonlight shining in the back corridor, and reasoned 
that the coke machine had broken the door open.  It was my last chance.  
I ran as fast as I could to the light.  When I reached the hallway I 
dove and slid on the linoleum floor. 

My adrenaline was flowing at full force now, and my heart was pounding.  
Feeling like a convict escaping from prison, I crawled out a small hole 
in the bottom of the door, and scrambled to my car.  My hands were 
shaking so badly I could barely get the key into the ignition. 

Come on, damn it, start... 

The engine roared as I gunned it to 50 mph before I even left the 
parking lot.  As I raced down the road at 75 mph, I looked in the 
rearview mirror with horror to see Lauren chasing the car...AND QUICKLY 
GAINING! 

Before I could mash the accelerator to the floor, she had her hand on 
the back bumper and lifted the rear wheels of the car off the ground 
with one hand.  I looked in the rearview mirror and marveled, God, this 
supergirl was unbelievable!  She was unbelievably gorgeous to me.  But 
she was also unbelievably deadly.  Our forward motion stopped and she 
held the rear of the car suspended from one hand while I revved the 
engine. 

Finally, I realized there was no way I could escape from her.  Lauren 
was too way too fast and far too strong.  I knew she would eventually 
track me down and kill me.  I began to feel like an animal with one foot 
caught in a trap, looking down the barrel of the hunter's gun.  I felt 
utterly helpless, and began to whimper and cry.  I looked in the mirror 
again, and I lip-read what Lauren was saying, "Treat?   Or Trick?"  Then 
she winked at me again and smiled the most maniacal smile I had ever 
seen.  This evening had started out like a real treat - at last my 
wildest dreams were coming true - but was finishing like the cruelest 
trick I could imagine as my worst nightmare came true instead. 

She let go of the bumper and the rear end fell and bounced.  When the 
tires caught, the sedan lurched into a ditch and hit a tree.  I could 
hear Lauren laughing diabolically over the hissing sounds of my totaled 
car. 
 
I was slumped over the steering wheel as the airbag deflated, blood from 
my forehead trickling down over the deflating airbag.  I looked out my 
window to see Lauren standing alongside the car with her hands on her 
hips.  She truly looked like an evil supergirl now. 

She reached out and grabbed the edges of my car door.  With a casual 
pull, she ripped the door off the car and held it in front of her.  Then 
she began to crush it inward, crumpling and groaning between her two 
powerful arms. 

"So you finally got what you always wanted, huh little man?  Well guess 
what, so have I," she announced to me. 

This is the end... 

"No, please no..." I pleaded.  She reached in and grabbed the safety 
belt with both hands.  Then she gently snapped it in cleanly two.  Then 
she yanked me from the drivers seat and tossed me in the grass next to 
the vehicle. 

My body was frail and weakened from the conflict, so I could barely 
maintain consciousness.  I ached all over, and the pain was becoming too 
much for me.  Still, over the next couple minutes, I watched her 
demolish my Mercedes.  First, she punctured all four tires, two by 
grabbing a handful of tread and two by poking the sidewall with a single 
finger, causing the air to hiss out.  Then, standing in front of the 
car, she clasped her hands together and held them overhead.  Although 
frightened and sure of my ultimate death at her hands, I remember 
thinking how magnificent she looked at that moment.  Her upper body in a 
classic V shape, lats spreading out like glider wings, and those 
gorgeous arms and shoulders - the most powerful ones I had seen on a 
woman.  Then, with a single blow, she crashed her joined hands down into 
the hood of the car.  Her hands sank deep into the engine, destroying 
the block with a single blow by virtually splitting it in two. 

Last, she lifted the front bumper up and edged underneath the frame of 
the vehicle.  She hoisted the large vehicle overhead as she grabbed the 
frame with one hand at the front and one at the back.   Then she turned 
towards me, holding the car overhead with obviously very little strain.  
"Well, little man, this is what you wanted, right?  Treat?  Or trick?"  
Once again, she winked at me.  Slowly, she used her incredible arm 
strength to pull her hands together and fold the frame of the Mercedes 
in half as easily as you or I might fold laundry.  The combination of 
her beauty and my terror of her strength was absolutely chilling.  That 
was the last thing I remember before I passed out. 

I woke up in the hospital, pretty banged up, with bandages everywhere.  

There was a nurse on one side of the bed was a nurse who said, "Well, 
welcome back.  We almost lost you for good.  You evidently wrecked your 
car, but it was the most unusual accident scene the Sheriffs had ever 
seen.  Do you remember what happened?" 

Boy did I.  But could that have really happened?  I began to doubt my 
own memories.  

I turned my head to the right see a group of people from my office on 
the other side of the bed.  Lauren was among them, and my immediate 
reaction was to get somewhat frantic at the sight of her, even though I 
knew I couldn't move.  But I quickly realized that she looked like the 
old Lauren, not the new supergirl Lauren.  Same old Lauren with the 
skinny body, and no muscles.  "I guess I must have dreamed the whole 
thing," I thought as I laid my head back down on the pillow.  I was 
confused and my head hurt, so I didn't say anything. 

They all gave me chit chat and best wishes, but I must have seen 
preoccupied to them.  Had I really dreamed it all?  I must have, it was 
too fantastic a tale for even me to believe. 

After a few minutes, the nurse asked them to let me rest, and they all 
headed for the door.  I thanked them all for stopping by, including 
Lauren.  

I breathed a sigh when they finally left me alone.  My head was spinning 
and I needed some time to figure out what had happened last night. 

A moment later, the door opened back up again and Lauren leaned back in.  
"I'm glad you're OK, honey.  After all, you never gave me an answer last 
night..."  she smiled and winked, "Was it a Treat?  Or a trick?" 

Gulp. 


HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYBODY!