Dark Alley
By The Storyteller.
A mugging goes very wrong.


The shiny blade glinted in the moonlight as the mugger made his way forward,
his yellow teeth flashed in his evil smile. His victim bumped into the wall of
the building, startling her. The blue eyes of the woman showed her fear as the
mugger continued towards her.

The shoulder bag the mugger was after fell to the ground, spilling its
contents everywhere, as the woman tried to keep calm. The mugger flashed the
blade in front of the woman's eyes, making her try to back away, as she did,
his hand cupped her right breast. Fear flooded her system, which was quickly
followed by a massive surge of adrenaline. Her heart pounded in her chest,
reverberating into the hand of the mugger. More adrenaline flowed into her
body as the mugger kissed.

With all the strength she could muster, she pushed the mugger away. He flew
across the alley and slammed into the wall, sending the trashcans in all
directions. The mugger got up and rushed his victim, again he went flying
across the alley, he lay there for a moment, stunned at the strength of his
seemingly weak prey. The woman stood over the stunned mugger, the moonlight
shone down into the alley, illuminating her body shape. More adrenaline worked
its way through her system, making her chest burst through the upper part of
her cotton dress. Her slim legs filled with adrenaline, swelling all of the
muscles in them.

The mugger's target reached down and lifted her assailant to his feet, his
weight made the woman's arms bulge and tear through her sleeves. For good
measure, she threw him across the alley. The mugger landed close to the end of
the alley. Quietly and then louder, the woman laughed, the moon shining down
on her powerful muscular body. The mugger stood and tried to run but was too
slow. The woman's seemingly normal muscled legs propelled her to where he was
just getting up. The super leap had made her legs become immensely muscular
ripping through the dark coloured tights.

With very little effort, the woman picked up the man and held him high above
her head. She carried the hapless man down to the middle of the alley. His
efforts to break free were feeble in comparison to her adrenaline induced
might. In the darkest pat of the alley, the woman dropped her mugger, looking
into her eyes, the mugger saw the thrill that the woman was going through.
Looking into his eyes she saw the dear and laughed.

Grabbing his head, the woman placed it between her muscular thighs. Slowly she
squeezed his head, increasing the pressure bit by bit. Panic filled the
mugger's mind, and with all his might, he tried to break free, but it was
useless, she had him and there was no letting go. The feeling of power and
strength flooded her mind, her laugh filled the air as she gave a gentle
squeeze. The mugger's body went limp, and she thought he had given up trying
to escape. Releasing the weak man from her grasp, the woman saw that his face
was a picture of excruciating pain. The lifeless look in his eyes, told her he
was dead. The woman picked up the body and placed it unceremoniously in the
darkest shadows.

Gathering up her belongings back into her bag, the woman made her way home.
Thankfully the streets were deserted and her apartment wasn't too far away. As
she entered her apartment, the woman caught a glimpse of herself in the full
body mirror. Her cotton dress was on the verge of collapse from the amount of
muscle she now carried, looking at her body turned her on sexually. At this
new development, more adrenaline was created by her body, adding to her
muscles.

Her cleavage rose before her eyes, making her dress split down the middle,
making buttons bounce off the mirror. As her size grew, the woman saw her
waistline shrink, and become a set of cobblestone sized abs, framed by a pair
of ladder like obliques. Suddenly her dress fell from her body, leaving her
bra and underwear to resist the onslaught of increasing muscle. It wasn't long
before her bra, snapped, letting her breasts out and showing her how they hung
on her huge pectorals. Her knickers had risen to form a V shape over her legs,
which had become so large, nothing in her wardrobe would fit them. Her skin
glowed with a healthy radiance and the woman smiled to herself in the mirror.
Naturally she knew that she would remain like this for the rest of her life,
but she wasn't worried. In fact she loved her new body and wondered if she
could get any bigger.

The moral of this story is beware of dark alleys, you never know what might
come out of them.