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Surprise, Surprise!! Part 3: The Side Effects

drsynn — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 20:45:04 +0000

Charlie was shocked by Helen's surprise. Could there be more surprises in store?

All critiques and comments are more than welcome!

The next few weeks saw changes at Helen and Charlie’s home. Life for Charlie became a solid balance of constant fear and overwhelming lust for his girlfriend’s body, mind, and mere presence. It was a spiritual tug-of-war for him: while at the office, he couldn’t really wait to be back with her; but when he got home, it wasn’t at all perfect. Helen had gradually become more and more dominant in their relationship, with the opposite being true for him. Now he would spend his evenings at her beck and call, cooking for her, massaging her feet, and so on. Which usually wasn’t so bad - it was worse when her libido got ravenous. She would use him as a human sex toy, no regard for his own pleasure or even physical well-being. At times like those, he became no more than an instrument to her ultimate bliss. If he happened to enjoy it (and on some level he did, enormously) then good. If not, she didn’t really care. Not that she had become icy or distant - she was still very much in love with Charlie. It just seemed that their natures were so different. And why wouldn’t they? He was a puny - if extremely well endowed - example of a man, even if it was just temporary. She was a goddess. And just as some people went through life with a sense of entitlement, it almost seemed as if she believed it was natural for people to worship her.

Charlie met with Dr Zheng and Dr McCormack a few more times. News was not good. Helen’s change was irreversible. She wouldn’t grow any more or become any stronger, but she would never again be his tiny, fragile girlfriend. As for himself, well, Dr Zheng’s treatment still worked only on women. Plus, Dr McCormack’s team had discovered that repeating the process of downloading his consciousness from the cloned body and back to the original had caused a series of bad side-effects on volunteers who did so in less than a year. So, for safety’s sake (the irony!) he was stuck in this little, weak body for at least a year.

There were still unanswered questions, though. The genetic marker that they discovered in Helen was apparently not native to her - it must have come from elsewhere, which meant that Dr Zheng’s process was probably compromised somewhere. Charlie had gone berserk at that, and not only arranged for the poor man to never receive so much as a cent in funding, but he now could only aspire to teach high school biology to inner city kids in the worst part of Detroit. If he was lucky.

“Charlie!”, called Helen from the living room, making him snap back to reality. He was in the bedroom, folding away her laundry. He was wearing a white apron - and nothing else. It was Helen’s idea, she thought he looked cute that way, plus the apron gave her both a nice view of his tiny ass and quick access to his massive member. He found it humiliating, but he dared not go against her wishes. “Chaaarlie!”, she called again. He went to her as fast as he could. She was lying on the floor, under the skylight, sunning herself. She was face down, and wearing a tiny g-string - naked, for all practical purposes. She didn’t bother looking at him, or opening her eyes for that matter. “I need some sun block on my back.” It wasn’t even a request, it was just a statement. Charlie knew what to do, though. He went, and retrieved a bottle of the finest sun tanning oils from the bathroom. He then went and, kneeling beside her, started applying the product to her beautiful backside. “Please apply two layers, honey. I like the way my skin feels afterwards.” It took him a while, but he was finally done.

“I’m done, baby. Can I go back to my chores?”, he asked, a small part of his mind noticing how he had become so submissive.

“Of course, honey. You don’t need to ask, just go and do them”, she said.

He had just stood up, when the bell rang. He went to answer, quickly putting on the robe he kept close to the entrance for these situations - no use having a stranger see his sorry naked ass covered only by an apron. He was humiliated enough as it was.

Charlie opened the door, and froze. There, on the doorway, was a female figure almost as striking as Helen’s - inhumanly tall, and curvaceous beyond reason. She was wearing a red dress that perfectly highlighted her voluptuous figure, as well as her muscular arms. A big pair of designer sunglasses hid her eyes, and her hair was covered by a flowery headscarf. “Surprise!”, she said.

In an Irish accent.

“A-aoife?”, Charlie stammered.

“Oh, you look so cute at that size! So small! I love it!” She pinched his cheek, and walked inside. Charlie closed the door behind himself, and followed her.

The Amazon Aoife walked into the living room, and saw Helen lying there. “Well, look at you! Lying there naked, offering that cute ass to the heavens, not a worry in the world!” Helen opened her eyes and looked up. And up. And up.

“Aoife? That you?” She stood up, and found out that she was still taller than her Irish friend, but only by a few inches. “What happened to you?” Helen was smiling broadly.

“What, you thought I’d let you grow and have all the fun by yourself? Nah! I went to visit Dr Zheng the day I saw how much you had grown, and started the treatment myself. Lucky I did it then! The good doctor had his funding cut a few days ago, and seems to have disappeared. Someone told me he was headed to Detroit...”

Charlie had been listening to the conversation. So Aoife had taken the Alice Serum? But how could it have made her so tall and strong? Unless she was also contaminated by the genetic marker. “Er... excuse me, but how-” He tried to cut in, but the conversation was taking place high above his head.

“Amazing! And just how tall are you?”, Helen asked.

“Oh, seven and a half feet tall. But that’s not all, look!” With that, she almost literally tore off her dress, revealing the body of a voluptuous and muscular goddess. Her breasts were tremendous, her abs looked like a cobbled street, her shoulders muscular, her legs powerful, and her arms like those of a bodybuilder.

Helen caught her breath, while Charlie very nearly fainted. “Wow”, she said. “Wow!”

“You like it? You might still be taller, but my boobs are larger than yours, see? And I won’t go into how much stronger I must be. Look at this muscles!”

“Wow”, Helen repeated. “Can I... touch them?”

Aoife smiled, and winked. “Of course you can”, she said, throatily, and then struck a pose, flexing both her arms, causing her muscles to flare up. Helen started caressing them in an almost reverential way, her face close to her fingers as they traced every line of the Irish Amazon’s body.

Charlie was about to have a heart attack. His apron was being lifted by his massive erection, but he was too much in awe to even think about trying to conceal it.

Helen had knelt down and was tracing Aoife’s powerful abs with her cheek, eyes closed. She trembled a bit, and then stood up. “But how... I mean, the doctors told Charlie I got this big and strong because of some genetic marker that was in my body. But it came from outside.”

Aoife smiled mischievously. “I know. They told me the same thing, only that, in my case, the genetic marker is naturally present in my body.” She started to remove her bra.

“You mean...?”

“I am the source of the marker that made you grow so much and so strong. It was more abundant in me, which is why I grew taller and stronger than you did – at least initially.”

Charlie’s brain was working at a million miles per hour. Aoife was the source of the markers? But then how did they get into Helen? She had been to Dr Zheng’s after his girlfriend had finished the treatment...

Aoife had removed her bra, and dropped it to the ground. “You like them?”, she asked, cupping her massive breasts. Helen and Charlie both nodded, although Aoife was only interested in the response from her fellow giantess. “Hmmm. I think I’d like you to show me how much you like them”, she purred.

Helen immediately complied, and started sucking, kissing, and tonguing Aoife’s titanic nipples, massaging her breasts with a care and tenderness Charlie would have thought beyond her. Then it struck him. So that’s how Aoife’s markers had gotten into Helen!

The blue-eyed Amazon stood up, flushed, and looked at her equally flustered Irish friend in the eye. “Let’s go to the bedroom, I’m going to take you for a spin”, she said, grabbing Aoife’s hand. After taking a couple of steps, she stopped. “Oh, you know what? I think we’ll need a manly rod, and I know exactly where to get a big, thick, delicious one.” She turned to Charlie. “Honey”, she purred, for the first time acknowledging his presence. “Would you like to be part of the world’s hottest threesome?”

Charlie’s eyes rolled, showing just white. A small gasp caught in his throat and a large stain appeared on the front of his apron, from the inside. His legs buckled, and he collapsed in a heap. Helen ran to him, and discovered he had only fainted. She turned to Aoife, lifting Charlie in the process and carrying him as if he were a sleeping child. “Poor thing, he’s been working so hard. Well, let’s get started, we can ride him later when he wakes up and joins us. He seems to like girls of our size a lot!”

“Really?”, said Aoife. “Well, Dr Zheng pointed me to a Dr McCormack, who knows Charlie. He gave me a few drugs, and apparently, when they take effect, I’ll become even larger, much taller and much stronger than you, you sexy thing”, she said kissing her friend deeply, passionately. She then lifted Helen and Charlie as if they were helium balloons, and started walking to the bedroom.

“I can’t hardly wait! This is the best surprise ever!”

Surprise, Surprise!! Part 2: The Shock

drsynn — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 20:36:40 +0000

Charlie's plans to surprise Helen are close to success. Will he surprise her, or will he be the surprised one?

TODAY

Aoife was at Helen and Charlie’s flat early in the morning. She was wearing a blue cotton dress which highlighted her figure splendidly and which went uncannily well with her pale, freckled skin and red hair. Putting her sunglasses in her purse, she rang the bell and moments later could hear the sound of footsteps approaching the door. “Who is it?”, came Helen’s muffled voice from inside the flat. The Irish girl smiled. “You know who it is. Open up, bitch!”

The door swung open, and Aoife made her way in. The door closed behind her, and she turned around to see Helen. “Ok, how much did you grow, b-”

Standing there, in the entry hallway, was a veritable goddess. Aoife was craning her neck up to look at her beautiful face - Helen’s face. Her shoulders looked solid, resting at either side of a graceful neck. Her arms looked powerful, yet sublimely feminine, as did her seemingly endless legs. Her whole body was like the combination of the best features of a voluptuous lingerie model and a high-performance athlete, a combination of softness and sinew, of solid muscle and gentle curves. She was so large. And she was smiling beatifically down at Aoife.

“-itch...”, the Irish lassie’s voice trailed off. After a few seconds, she managed to utter another word. “Goodness.” It was a short while before she could say anything else. “Bloody hell, you look... just... magnificent.”

Helen was giggling. “Why, thank you! You don’t look bad at all, yourself.”

Aoife took a step back. “God”, she said under her breath.

“I think you mean goddess. Bitch.”

That was enough to snap the Irish girl back to reality. “Why, you litt... you big cunt! Just because you tower over me doesn’t mean I’ll just sit and take your attitude. Bitch.” At this, they both laughed. “And why are you naked? Are you flaunting your big boobs? And just why are they so big? And perky! They are perkier than mine, and mine are about a quarter the size!”

“I’m naked ‘cause nothing will fit, silly. I thought that much would be obvious. But now that you mention it, yeah, I kinda LOVE these boobs!”, she exclaimed, running her hands over them. Each breast was bigger than Aoife’s head, and they looked full and heavy, yet seemed immune to gravity. “And check out this ass!” she added, turning around and displaying a round, pert bottom that wouldn’t have been out of place in a hip-hop video - except that it looked perfectly proportional on her big frame.

Aoife’s breath was cut short at the sight, partly due to the exquisiteness of her now taller friend’s ass, partly at the realization that said ass was level with her tummy. After a moment of breathless contemplation, she smiled and gently smacked her bigger friend’s appetizing behind. “OK, OK. You’re insanely hot, I get it”, she said turning around and walking to the living room. “How tall did you say you were, again?”

“Actually, I don’t know. I’ve been alone and I don’t have rulers or measuring tapes close by. My only frame of reference is the furniture, so I knew for certain I was taller, but until I saw you I didn’t know I had gotten this big!” She paused as she came into the living room, while Aoife set down her bag and started rummaging through it. “How tall do you think I am?”, she asked her friend.

The Irish lass kept looking inside her bag, without replying, until s finally her hand shot triumphantly in the air. “Aha! Here it is, a professional shopper’s main tool.” With some flourish she produced a measuring tape. “OK, I have no clue how tall you are, other than ‘very’. So, let’s measure. I’ll need other measurements as well, if I’m going to get you a new wardrobe.” A couple of minutes later, they had affixed the tape to the wall, and the naked Amazon was standing with her back to it while the redhead, standing on a chair, made a note on her smartphone. “Dear Lord”, she whispered.

“How much? Come on! Tell me”, Helen pleaded.

Aoife looked down at her - which, even standing on a chair, wasn’t as much as it sounded. “How tall is Charlie?”, she asked.

“He’s six foot three. Why?”

“You’re an inch taller than him”, confided the redhead.

It took a moment or two for the words to sink in. “Wha- You’re telling me I’m six foot four?!” After Aoife had nodded, she stood there, mouth slightly agape. “But... but I told them to go for five-ten. They told me I could be a bit smaller or a bit taller, but this... I’m taller than Charlie...”

“With those muscles, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were also stronger”, said Aoife, scanning her athletic figure. She didn’t have a six pack, but her tummy was certainly well defined. Her arms and back looked like those of a girl boxer, but more massive given her stature. And she had seen Olympic speed skaters with less powerful-looking legs!

Helen had fallen silent for a few moments, but her face slowly lit up. She smiled, and turned to Aoife. “I’m taller than Charlie! Wow. This is going to be fun! He’s sure to be surprised now!”

The Irish girl was still standing on the chair. “Dead on. Now, come over, I still have some measuring to do, and this is the most important part.” At Helen’s curious glance, she rolled her eyes. “Yer boobs, silly. They’re massive! I don’t think there are many labels out there that make bowling ball carriers the likes you need now. At least not pretty ones”, she added under her breath. She proceeded to measure her with practiced ease, marveling at the utter massiveness of her friend’s breasts. Methodically, she entered the figures she obtained into her smartphone, and after she was done, the central server returned a bra size, as well as a list of shops in the city carrying it. “Well, well. You, madam, are a 38GG size.”

“38GG?!”, Helen repeated, half incredulous, half proud.

“Or 38H, depending on the manufacturer. Lucky for you I know a boutique that sells the sexiest lingerie, and apparently the carry your size. Now, let me finish measuring.”

After a while, measures had been taken, and they gave an incredible picture. Waspish waist at twenty-four inches, which together with her thirty-nine inch hips, gave her an hourglass figure. Legs, fifty inches from hip to heel. Eighty-one inches from fingertip to fingertip with arms stretched. Size ten-and-a-half feet. And her biceps were fifteen inches around - and yet, because of the length of her arms, they didn’t look that massive. “Well, shopping trip? More like a treasure hunt...”, mumbled Aoife. She then turned to her Amazonian friend. “OK, I’ll be back later. At what time is Charlie coming back?”

Helen went to the small notepad she kept on the kitchen counter. “He said he’d be here around seven this evening. Will you have enough time?”

“Hun, I’m very handy with a credit card in a boutique. I’ll be back here at lunchtime, and if yer nice, I might even bring some lunch over - we don’t want you opening the door for the pizza guy dressed like that. He gets a heart attack and you could get sued.” With that, she picked her purse and approached her friend. She still couldn’t get used to being just as tall as her chin... let alone to having her tremendous tits at mouth level. “You really look amazing”, she told her friend.

Helen lowered her face to look her in the eye, and smiled. “So do you”, she said, and gave her a quick peck on the mouth. She then licked her lips, smiled, and winked at her. “Bitch.”

Aoife smiled sexily, turned around, and, sashaying towards the door, looked over her shoulder and said, “Off I go, to buy clothes for me larger-than-life-sized doll! See you in a few hours!” And with that, she was gone.

***

Charlie was enjoying a breakfast of fresh fruit and black coffee, reading the newspaper, which felt almost like a blanket at his current size. He had called Helen a few minutes before, to confirm he would be home around seven in the evening. Now he just had to wait for Dr McCormack and Ms Boudreaux, the girl from PR, to arrive, and enter the last stage of his plans to give his tiny girlfriend the surprise of her life.

He didn’t have to wait long. After a short while, Dr McCormack came into the room followed by a cute, dark skinned. She was short, perhaps an inch over five feet tall - which meant that she still was a few inches taller than him, he thought. “Good morning, Mr Forrester! I trust you’re feeling well?”

Charlie lifted his coffee mug in salute, and said “Morning, Doctor, Ms Boudreaux. I had a splendid night, thank you very much.”

The now taller man looked around the room. “And where’s Nurse Bertetta?”, he asked with a hint of a smile.

“She left earlier”, replied Charlie without missing a beat. “I believe she was awake most of the night.”

“I see. Well, I’m sure you were properly looked after”, at which Charlie nodded vigorously, “but now we need to move forward. Ms Boudreaux?”

“Yes, Dr McCormack”, said the young woman, with an enchanting New Orleans accent. “OK, Mr Forrester, here’s the situation so far: your original body is already at CryoGen’s Tacoma facility, and will be kept safe and sound until you require it again. Mind you, as Dr McCormack must have already pointed out, this can’t happen before three months. Now, regarding your arrangements for later, we have procured a box which will be gift-wrapped as per your instructions. The box has a false bottom where we have already placed clothes specific to your new size-”

“Sorry to interrupt, Ms Boudreaux”, said Charlie. “Did you manage to get the wardrobe I specified?”

“Mostly, yes.” She started reading from a list. “We have seven sets of underwear, four pairs of black socks, four white, two white shirts, a pair of khaki trousers, a pair of black shoes, a pair of sneakers, two polo shirts, a blazer, and a tuxedo, full set. We weren’t able to procure an overcoat - it’s difficult in summertime.”

“That’s fine, I don’t think I’ll be needing one soon. Plus, my girlfriend’s friend Aoife is a professional shopper, I’m sure she’ll be able to get me one when the need arises. So, let me go over the plan: someone will drive me to the airport, along with the box. In San Francisco, your people will be there to pick me up, with a van. En route to my flat, I’ll change into the tux, and get in the box, which they will then wrap and take upstairs to my flat, mentioning that it is a special delivery for Ms Helen Gasset.” Ms Boudreaux had been nodding at every step, which pleased Charlie. He liked dealing with pros. “OK, then, I believe we’re set.”

Dr McCormack stood up, and smiled. “Well, then, Mr Forrester, I believe your flight is at 5:30?” After Charlie’s assent, he continued. “Well, that leaves us a full day. My boys over at the lab would love to run some tests on you, more out of curiosity, but I told them that only if you agreed.”

“Absolutely, Doctor. After all, it’s part of my investment, isn’t it?”

“Indeed. After that, I would love to invite you for lunch. There’s this fantastic restaurant overlooking the Sound, about half an hour from here, which I’m sure you will love. Best halibut in the Pacific Northwest.”

Charlie stood up, smiling, looking up at the scientist. “Doctor, it will be my pleasure.” Turning to the young woman, who was still sitting, he smiled his cocky smile and said, “I hope you will be joining us, Ms Boudreaux?”

She smiled warmly. “Please, Mr Forrester, call me Toni.”

***

“I’m coming, I’m coming!”, called Helen, her long legs propelling her towards the door.

“Hurry up, fer feck’s sake, me arms are about ta fall off!”, came Aoife’s muffled voice from behind the heavy wooden door.

Helen opened, and an avalanche of shopping bags with Aoife in the center made its way to the living room without stopping. After closing the door, she followed the redheaded whirlwind. “Have you ever noticed your accent gets thicker when you’re stressed?”, she asked the pile of bags on the sofa.

“Faith and Begorrah!”, she exclaimed, and then chuckled. “I’m not stressed, it’s just that carrying all that stuff up the stairs was painful.”

“You could have asked me for help.”

Aoife looked at her, and raised an eyebrow. “You’re still naked.”

“Well, I still don’t have nothing that fits. I was wrapped in a towel after you left, but the sun was coming in beautifully through the skylight, and I decided to sunbathe.”

“So you’ve done nothing but lounging around in the buff while I was outside trying to get you a new wardrobe that had to be stylish AND sexy AND oversized?”

“Hey, I only needed oversized, stylish and sexy were your own doing!”

“Well, as if I would have that magnificent body of yours clad in anything less than the best. I have a professional reputation to maintain, you know?” She stood up, grabbed a small bag, and went to the bedroom. “Now let’s see how these clothes look on you. Put those muscles of yours to work and bring the rest of the stuff over.”

Smiling, Helen complied, grabbing all the stuff. It felt like carrying feathers to her, after all. She went into the bedroom, and saw Aoife sitting on the bed, next to a man’s business suit and shirt. “I thought Charlie would be here until the evening”, she stated.

Helen put all the stuff on the bed. “Well, I decided I would try one of Charlie’s suits, seeing as we’re the same size now.” Aoife didn’t point out that the blue-eyed amazon was actually taller, and looked inquiringly at her. “As you can expect, I couldn’t button up the shirt, my boobs are simply too big. The jacket fit nicely, though - as long as I leave it open.”

“What about the trousers?”

“Well, for starters my legs are much longer than his, they were as long as Capri pants on me! And my ass is also larger, so I couldn’t really close them up, either.”

Aoife smiled. “Well, d’oh!”, she exclaimed, wondering why would the epitome of femininity would even think of wearing male clothes. “Now, let’s get you clad on some proper lady garments! Here, try these on first”, she instructed, handing Helen a bag full of bras and panties in a variety of colors.

After a while, Helen had gone through all the underwear. “Everything fits perfectly, except for that green bra and that beige one. I also noticed that all the panties are thongs.”

“Yes. Why would you wear anything else with that bum? I don’t, and my bum is rather attractive, if I say so myself.”

“It is”, Helen agreed. “Now, let’s check the rest.”

What followed next would have taken five minutes and a pop soundtrack if it had been a movie, in Aoife’s words. Three hours later, Helen had gone through all the outfits, keeping most but rejecting a few, either for disagreements with Aoife’s taste or, rather more frequently, because the clothes didn’t fit at all. “Whew!”, said the blue-eyed Amazon, who was now wearing a pair of jeans that fit like glove, showcasing her fantastic ass, and a gray tank top that managed to cover her bountiful bust and her midriff at the same time. “That was fun, but if I was starving before, now I’m famished! And you said you would bring some food. Bitch.”

“Hey, watch it, ya big gomey! I said I’d bring some food if you were nice, and you most certainly were not! Cavorting around naked all morning... The shame of it!”

Helen smiled widely. She simply loved the spunky redhead’s sense of humor. “Oh, shut up! The only reason you think that was naughty is because you couldn't be here doing the same.” They were silent for a moment, both of them rejoicing on the mental image of each other lying naked on a towel in the sunlight under the flat’s big skylight. The tall Amazon was the first one to snap out of it. “OK! Look, it’ll still be three hours or so until Charlie gets here, so let’s go to that nice sushi place we went to the other day, and afterwards we can get our nails done!”

And so they did.

***

Helen looked at the clock on the wall. It had struck seven two or three minutes earlier. Aoife had left a little over an hour ago, and she had taken the chance to shower and change into something nice, to surprise Charlie. She had tied her hair in a tight bun, and was wearing the sexiest set of black lingerie that Aoife had gotten her - a difficult choice, as the redhead had superb taste in all things lacy and sexy, Helen admitted to herself. Over that she was wearing a sexy burgundy dress with a low cut neck that majestically showcased her monumental cleavage. The halter neck also left her shoulders and arms completely bare, in all their powerful glory, and her back was also on display, grandly. The wispy skirt fell halfway down her thighs, the whole outfit giving her a sophisticated air.

She was looking at herself in the mirror, fiddling with her silver necklace, putting a loose strand of her in exactly the right place. The doorbell rang, and she went to answer. Strange, she thought, who could it be? Charlie had his own keys after all. She was walking barefoot, having been unable to decide yet on which shoes to wear - and also savoring the surprise Charlie would get when he saw that she was an inch taller than him, in her bare feet.

When she opened the door, she saw two men, burly but both shorter than her, They were carrying a box wrapped in silvery paper. The men looked at her, and quite literally froze, mouths agape. They would have stayed like that for an indefinite period of time if she hadn’t said “Yes?”

Snapping back to reality, the older one said “Er, uh, yeah, evening ma’am. We have a delivery for a Ms Helen Gasset.”

“That would be me”, she confirmed. After signing the relevant form, the two men carried the box to the living room, setting it right in front of the sofa, and then made their way outside at a leisurely pace, stealing glances at the stunningly beautiful amazon every other step. Once they had left and she had closed the door behind them, she went back to the living room, and sat on the couch. The box was just sitting there, in front of her, and she was curious as hell as to its contents. But first, she took the small card stuck to its top, and opened it. “This is what you always wanted”, was all it said, but it was signed by Charlie. She put the card aside, and pulled the ribbon. Before she knew what was happening, the top of the box flew open and a figure stood up inside the box.

“SURPRISE!”, yelled Charlie.

Helen was startled, but after the initial shock, she was even more shocked to notice something unexpected: Charlie was smaller than her, by a lot more than just an inch. “Charlie? What are you doing in a box? And what happened to you?” Her boyfriend was wearing a tuxedo, and looked as handsome as ever. But he couldn’t have been taller than five feet - if that, even.

Charlie climbed out of the box, and stood in font of his girlfriend. He was too excited to notice anything different, yet. “Well, babe, I know you’ve always wanted us to be the same size - so I had the guys at ClonGen make this new body for me! What d’you think?” He proudly struck a pose, sticking out his chest, and positively beaming with enthusiasm.

Helen started giggling. “Oh, Charlie! You’re so lovely! What boyfriend would go to the trouble of shrinking himself to be closer in siz-” At this, she burst out in laughter, overwhelmed by the irony of it all.

Still smiling broadly, Charlie asked “What? What’s so funny?” But Helen simply couldn't stop laughing to respond. He kept standing there, waiting for her to get a hold of herself and stop laughing. He was starting to get a bit annoyed. And why did she look so big? It must be my changed perspective, thought Charlie. Helen looked big - wait... she was bigger, at least in the chest department! When had she gotten those melons? “Er... Helen? Honey?”

Helen’s laughter fit was winding down. She dabbed at a tear, and smiled at Charlie. “Yes, dearie?”

“Why are your breasts so big? Did you get implants?”

Once again Helen giggled a bit, but managed to keep herself under control. “Why, no. These are one hundred percent natural”, she affirmed while cupping the massive orbs. Or trying to - they were simply too large for her hands. But with that motion, Charlie noticed her arms. And shoulders. Had she been going to the gym? But there was no way she could have gotten those arms in just the week he was gone. His thoughts were interrupted by Helen, who had resumed talking. “Honey, you are simply the sweetest boyfriend ever. Shrinking yourself to be closer to me is the nicest thing!”, she said. “But...”

“But... what?”, asked Brad, still looking at her curiously. “I have to say, you look more different than I expected. This change in size must be screwing up with my sense of proportion.”

Helen smiled. “Honey, I... I’m taller than you.”

Charlie smiled back at her. “Oh, I know that”, he said dismissively. “They made this body only four and a half feet tall. But my idea was to be closer in size to you, and I guess four inches difference is not a big deal.”

Again the blue-eyed beauty chuckled. “No, no. Honey”, she said. “I’m taller than you. Like, really taller. Here, look.” And she stood up. Once at the full height of her monumental 6’4”, she looked down at her tiny boyfriend, smiling. “Surprise, honey.”

Charlie was in shock, mouth agape, not really comprehending what was going on. Was this really Helen? He looked down at her feet, half expecting to see some stilts. But no, her luscious legs reached all the way to the ground, and all the way up. Her feet were not only beautiful, but bare, too. Which meant that she was really that tall. He looked up at her face again, scanning her body along the way. To say she was stunning would be an understatement. She had always been extremely attractive, but now... now it was almost too much to take. “Helen? What... what’s going on?”

Before answering, she picked Charlie up by his armpits, and kissed him fully and passionately. She lifted him as if he were made of feathers, and held him aloft without showing the slightest hint of strain. After she was done, she put him down again, and smiled. “I wanted to surprise you, honey. I wanted you to have a girlfriend closer to you in size. So I went to see this group of scientists who have developed a growth serum - the Alice Serum they call it - and I took it, and, well, here I am. I wanted to be tall, but I was aiming more for five-nine or so.”

It was Charlie’s turn to chuckle, even if he sounded a bit acrimonious while doing so. “Ah, the irony”, he said after a moment. “I thought to do the same. I went to ClonGen and had them make me this body. I was aiming to be closer to your size, maybe five feet tall, but it came out shorter.”

Helen was silent at first, and then laughed merrily. “Well, it seems we both had a very busy week, eh? Except that I was busy getting bigger while you were busy getting smaller!” She laughed some more, with a glee that Charlie was not feeling. “I think we are a perfect pair, though! I can now be in charge of the household”, she said in a deep voice.

“Hey, watch it”, he said, his annoyance starting to get hold of him, threatening to turn into outright anger. “I went through a lot of trouble to make you happy for you to start teasing me.”

“Oh, where’s your sense of humor, silly? Besides, I think you’re the cutest little thing!” She lowered her face to his and, still smiling, pinched his cheek. “Who’s the cutest? Eh? Who? Who’s the cutest?” she kept saying, talking as one would to a baby. Or worse, to a little dog.

That was the last straw, and Charlie finally snapped, slapping her hand of and pushing her. Much to his chagrin, the difference in mass was such that he ended up actually pushing off of her - which only made him more annoyed. “Stop it!”, he yelled. “Stop teasing me or talking to me as if I were a baby, or...”

Helen was standing up straight again, lording her superior size and strength over Charlie. “Or what? Careful, little Charlie”, she said, grinning. “You do realize I can totally beat the shit out of you now, right?” Her tiny boyfriend froze, eyes wide in a mixture of anger and disbelief - with more than a little part of fear in the mix. She laughed at that. “Oh, relax, silly. Now, let’s get the living room cleared.”

She turned around, and, bending at the waist, started picking up all the silvery paper, while presenting her majestic ass to Charlie. He saw his chance to show her who was still in control. Approaching her, he raised his arm and slapped her sexy butt as hard as I he could. “Ouch! Why, you little...” she cried, straightening up and turning around. Glaring down at her tiny boyfriend, she announced, “That’s it, you’re in for it!”

“Forget it, you big dummy!” he challenged. “You might be bigger, but I’m still a man, and I’m stronger than you!” With that, he launched himself at her, grabbing her by the waist. Helen didn’t even feel the blow, but decided to play along. She took a step backwards and ‘fell’ to the couch, Charlie still clinging to her waist. They both started wrestling for advantage, Helen using her longer legs to keep her tiny boyfriend busy. After a few minutes struggle, she ‘relented’, and Charlie finally managed to pin her down, breathless from the struggle. Helen wasn’t even breathing hard, but feigned exertion. “Now... you take back... what you said!”, yelled Charlie, barely catching his breath.

She grinned, and slowly craned her neck to whisper in his ear “Oh, Charlie, you’ll always be my man...” She smiled at him lustily, her tremendous breasts heaving beneath him. Charlie was hypnotized by the sultry monument beneath him. Not only was she much bigger than him - his cute little girlfriend was now this incredibly sensual vixen! God, she is sexy, he thought. He leaned in to feel the warmth of her ample breasts and kiss her huge full lips, and Helen took the opportunity to roll over and pin him down. “...but I do think I am in charge now.”

Perplexed, Charlie struggled against the superior strength of Helen. It was to no avail - she was simply too large, heavy, and strong. “Helen!”, he grunted, squirming underneath her. “You... let me go... this minute!”

Helen smiled playfully. “Oh, no. Not until you apologize for being a jerk.”

“What?! Never! Get... off!” He kept pushing with all his strength, but it was useless.

“Is that so?” Helen asked. “Hmmmm. I think, then, that you need some discipline.” At this, Charlie froze. “Yeah, you, little guy, need a spanking!”

That was all Charlie needed to hear. He started struggling with redoubled efforts. “Don’t you dare! Get away from me! Don’t!” But whatever his thoughts on the matter were, they were irrelevant. Helen had made the decision of spanking him, and it was happening. She stood up, lifting him as if he were a rag doll. Then, sitting on the couch, she placed Charlie face down on her lap, and swiftly pulled down his pants, exposing his tiny ass.

“Now, this pains me more than it does you, but its for your own good”, she said with mock seriousness. With that, she started spanking her boyfriend, establishing solidly who was in charge now. Charlie yelped at each blow, his behind becoming tender after a half a dozen blows. God, she’s strong, he thought. After a couple more smacks, she lifted him up again, and placed him in front of her.

Charlie was too shocked to do anything but stand there, looking at his Amazonian girlfriend with a betrayed look in his face, rubbing his punished ass. Helen thought she might have gone a bit too far, and decided to make it up to him. “OK, enough horsing around, Charlie. I have to say, I have been toying with the thought of seeing what this body is capable of in the bedroom.” Charlie’s face, predictably, lit up, but his ego was still bruised from the earlier domination and spanking. Helen reached her hand to his tuxedo tie, and undid it. Her large, nimble fingers then started undoing the buttons of his shirt, stopping at his waist line. She looked Charlie in the eye, and smiled hungrily, while her hands rubbed his crotch.

Suddenly, Charlie grabbed her wrists and took a step back. “No!”, he said. “That’s not... Here, I got smaller for you, and you took advantage of it! I’ll never forgive you!” There was a hint of a whine in his voice that made Helen smile and gave her an idea.

“Is that so?”, she asked, standing up to her full height. She reached behind her, and, unzipping her dress, continued speaking. “Awww, that’s terrible. And here I am”, she said, dropping the burgundy garment to the ground, exposing her statuesque physique, “I was really wanting to make love tonight.” Charlie’s mouth felt like cotton. She looked at him again, walked around him, and, glancing over her shoulder while she slowly and sensuously undid her bra, she said “Well, too bad for me.” She sighed, dropping the lacy garment, and then not so much walked but rather slowly glided towards the bedroom, her ass swinging hypnotically. Charlie’s forehead was beaded with sweat, his lips trembling. She sighed again. “Ahh, and to think I was kind of looking forward to having some bedtime fun with you...”

That was too much for the poor little man. He ran after his titanic girlfriend, removing his tuxedo along the way. “Helen, wait! Hey! Wait up!”. The blue-eyed bombshell smiled mischievously - that was so predictable! She didn’t break stride, and went into the bedroom. When Charlie got there - after stumbling in the hallway while removing his trousers - he found his beloved, imposing girlfriend lying on the bed, a sexy smile on her lips, her hand playing absent-mindedly with her nipple.

“Come here, tiger”, she purred. “Or, should I say, kitten?” She giggled at her own joke. Charlie ignored the jive, and approached the bed, still very much in awe of Helen’s Olympian body. He stopped at the bed’s edge, still wearing his boxer shorts, almost shaking. “Aww, come over here!” Helen said. “I can’t ravish you if you stay there! Here”, she said reaching towards his boxers, and pulling him a bit closer. “Now, let mommy see your...” It was Helen’s turn to go wide-eyed. While Charlie had never been on the small side of the spectrum, what was now staring at her was much bigger than it used to be. “...Thingy... Dear God, Charlie!” she looked up at him, her face a mixture of surprise and elation. “You didn’t get small all over! Naughty”, she whispered.

Charlie smiled. “It’s part of your surprise, sweetheart.” With that, he finished getting rid of his underwear, revealing his short-statured, lean body and his prodigious tool, which was slowly becoming engorged with blood, at the spectacular sight Helen presented.

She smiled wickedly. “Well, I love it!”, she exclaimed. “How does it taste like? Wait! Don’t tell me, only one way to find out!” Before he knew what was going on, Helen had lifted him onto the bed as if he weighed only a couple of pounds, and started sucking his pole furiously. She had always been orally talented, and Charlie was elated to find that hadn’t changed with her new size - if anything, she had become better at it! He moaned in pleasure, while she traced every single fraction of an inch of his shaft with her tongue, played on the tip with her lips, and generally made him feel as if he had died and gone to paradise. He was rapidly approaching the cliff’s edge, and warned Helen he might jump at any second, but she ignored him and kept passionately devouring his manhood. It was too much for Charlie to handle, and he exploded. Load after load came forth, but Helen didn’t let so much as a drop to spill out of her mouth. After spewing heroic amounts, Charlie’s body went limp, his brain cloudy and fuzzy, his mouth frozen in a silly grin. His field of view was suddenly occupied by Helen’s angelic face, still licking her lips. “My, love, it even tasted better than ever! Almost... fruity. And the amount! Fantastic!” Charlie barely had the strength to nod, and couldn’t even manage to utter a word. “Oh, but don’t think for a second that we’re done, no. This is only getting started!” With that, she went back to his rod, and sucked and licked until he was hard again, at which point she straddled him and lowered herself onto the incongruously big organ, making it disappear within her majestic body. God, it feels wonderful, they both thought. Helen started pumping, up and down, and gyrating her hips, sending waves of pleasure through both their bodies.

Charlie was in a mixture of ecstasy and pain, Helen’s body punishing his hips every time she came down. She was going faster, clearly lost in the throes of passion, her moaning growing louder. Moments later she let go a scream that was primeval, almost animalistic, her whole body tensing, her hands clutching Charlie’s shoulders with such strength he very nearly passed out from the pain. The first waves were beginning to ebb when she was again assaulted by a wall of pleasure, and this time it was too much for Charlie - her hands were close to shattering his shoulder bones. Luckily, she let go of him and grabbed her head, starting to move again, up and down, up and down. Moments later, she was overcome by another wave of delirium and this time she leaned back, gripping Charlie’s thin ankles in her frenzied state. This time, Charlie couldn’t take it, and passed out.

***

The rest of the night went as a series of snapshots in Charlie’s brain. He kept coming to and fainting, and all the time Helen was attacking his staff, sitting on it, sucking it, and generally riding it in more positions than he could remember. She was simply unstoppable.

Around four in the morning, he woke up. His titanic girlfriend was curled next to him, sleeping placidly, one of her arms draped on his chest. He tried to move, but her arm was too heavy, and his whole body felt too sore anyways. He closed his eyes, and drifted back to sleep, the way his body felt giving a whole new meaning to the word drained.

***

Charlie woke up the following morning to the sound of the shower running. His body felt as if it had been trampled by the bulls in Spain - as well as by all the bull runners. He sat up on the bed, not without effort, and carefully checked his bones, hoping he wouldn’t find any broken ones. There were bruises on various parts of his anatomy, and his groin region felt particularly tender, but, against all odds, he had survived.

He was in the middle of thanking the heavens, when the sound of running water stopped. Part of him wanted to run away, but part of him was dying to see Helen this morning. And here she came.

Helen walked out of the bathroom, naked, drying her hair with a towel. Charlie couldn’t really believe his eyes. If anything, she looked even more improbably statuesque than yesterday. He gasped at the majestic sight. Helen looked at him and smiled. “Well, good morning, sleepy head”, she sang. “My love, you were fantastic last night!”

“I was? Er, I mean, yes. So were you, sweetheart.”

She dropped the towel to the floor, and stood there, magnificent, her curves and muscles a monument to femininity. Charlie could have sworn her muscle definition had increased. And wer her curves even more pronounced? “Aww, you’re so sweet! Come here, let me hug you!” She approached, and he was suddenly scared when she was looming over him. She truly looked titanic. She bent at the waist, and picked him up as if he were hollow. Holding him to her voluminous chest, she first hugged him and then kissed him passionately, her tongue threatening to drill a hole through to the back of his neck. Still and all, Charlie was loving it. When she put him down, he looked up at her eagerly - and realized something was different. And so did Helen. “Oh, my God”, they both said at the same time, Helen jubilant and Charlie perturbed.

She was taller.

***

“Seven feet tall”, Charlie said. Helen was lifting him up so he could read the tape. Good luck Aoife had left it behind. “A bit more, actually.”

Helen put him down carefully. He was wearing khaki shorts and a red polo shirt, that fit him perfectly. She, on the other hand, was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans that fit her as if they had been sprayed on and exposed her tanned, long legs, and a white tank top that was struggling to contain her ample bosom. The bra she was wearing underneath fit, if a bit tightly, but the overall effect was of her pouring out of her clothes. Still, she was overjoyed. “This is fantastic!”, she squealed with delight. “This is beyond my wildest dreams!”

“I can see why you would be happy, honey, but don’t you think you should at least call this Dr Zheng? I mean, the original aim was for you to be around five-nine or five-ten, and this is over a whole foot taller.” He was worried, and not only about his own physical well being, but also for her. She had taken a very experimental compound, and it was obvious the scientists didn’t have a full hang of how it affected her.

“Well, maybe you’re right, hon, but I don’t have his cell number, so we’ll have to wait until Monday for that.” Her face lit up then. “Hey, why don’t we go for a bike ride? The weather is fantastic!”

Charlie smiled. “And just where are we going to get a bike your size?”

“Oh! Yes, you’re right.” She smiled sheepishly. “Well, maybe we can go to Sausalito, spend the day over there?”

After a moment of thought, Charlie nodded. “Sure thing, babe. I think it is an excellent idea.”

Half an hour later they had discovered she didn’t fit in her own Prius, and riding Charlie’s Mazda MX5 was uncomfortable as hell, even with the top down, so they decided to take the bus to the Wharf and the ferry from there to Sausalito. Charlie forgot about his worries from the minute they boarded the bus. Every single stare was on his lovely girlfriend, and it was a wonder the bus driver didn’t crash, he was staring through the rearview mirror that much. When they reached the pier and boarded the ferry, it wasn’t very different, with groups of tourists even asking Helen to have pictures taken - to which she happily obliged. She loved basking in the attention and admiration of so many people. Her sheer size and obvious strength ensured that no one tried to act fresh with her - a blessing, considering Charlie couldn’t really stand up to a twelve year old boy in his current size!

They reached Sausalito by mid-morning, and went walking around town. Helen loved the tiny boutiques that sold handcraft and works by the local artists, so that’s where they went first. After a couple of hours, they were standing outside again. “Well, that was some haggling”, said Helen, who had just bought a large painting and arranged for it to be delivered during the week to their flat. “I thought it would never happen!”

Charlie smiled, realizing perfectly that the reason the dealer had been taking so long to reach a deal was because he was enjoying looking at his impressive customer so much. It had been an entertaining while, actually. No less than seven different artists who wanted to paint her or make a sculpture of her had approached Helen. A lady in her forties had even outright said that she would love to paint ON Helen, using her as a living canvas - the fact that her preferred technique was finger-painting didn’t go unnoticed. Helen had graciously declined, but kept the lady’s card, intrigued. “You had a lot of fun, eh babe?”, Charlie said smiling. He loved seeing his girlfriend so happy. He even dismissed the couple of comments he had overheard wondering ‘what’s a goddess like that doing with a scrawny shrimp like him’ or, even better, ‘look at that Amazon, the one holding the kid’s hand’. Yes, he was enjoying the day far too much. “Hey, sweetheart, what do you say if we go to the waterfront? I’m not that hungry yet, and I think I’d rather have lunch later in Tiburon.”

“Oh, yes! We can eat at that Mexican seafood restaurant I love!”, she exclaimed giddily.

A while later, they were on the ferry between the two towns, San Francisco in the horizon, Berkeley hidden from view by Angel Island. The ferry was almost deserted, strangely enough, and this was warmly welcomed by the couple, who finally had the chance to sit on the upper deck and enjoy the view without being approached every other minute by some group of tourists (or locals) wanting a picture with Helen. The thought that they needed to talk to Dr Zheng kept eating at Charlie’s brain, but he resigned himself to waiting until Monday. He sure hoped Helen didn’t grow any more - not only because of her height, which was becoming not only intimidating but unwieldy, but also because of her strength which was truly becoming frightening. Earlier, while in the Artists Open Studios, she had casually lifted a bronze sculpture she liked, and then put it down before anyone noticed. Charlie had stopped cold when he saw that, mouth agape in disbelief. He was an engineer, and good at calculating structural weight - that statue must have been a good two hundred pounds, yet she had lifted it as if it had been a paper origami!

“Here we are!”, Helen announced enthusiastically, snapping Charlie back to reality. The ferry was docking on the small town, and the blue-eyed Amazon was almost jumping with excitement. She had so much energy now! She made her way off the boat, and walked at a brisk place to the restaurant, with Charlie almost having to run to keep pace with his leggy lover. This is going to be a long day, he thought. Long and exhausting.

***

Helen walked into the flat, smiling placidly. She was carrying Charlie in her arms, the poor little man having fallen asleep on the ferry back from San Quentin, where they had walked to from Tiburon. It had been too much for him, and some maternal instinct in Helen had awakened. Not wanting to disturb him, she had simply decided to carry him home. After all, he barely weighed anything at all. She walked into the bedroom, and put Charlie into bed, covering him with the duvet. She tenderly brushed away a couple of loose strands of hair, and spent a few minutes looking at him. After a while, she decided to take a bath - she was hot, she was horny, and Charlie would be pretty much useless tonight, so she might as well take care of that herself!

***

Sunday came late for both of them. Helen was still seven feet tall, much to her chagrin and Charlie’s relief. The day saw a bit more of the same, a late brunch at a hole-in-the-wall kind of place known only to locals (where Helen ate enough for three adult men - lucky Charlie was eating much less), and then walking and pottering around town. Once again, she was the center of attention everywhere they went, even if she was dressed more modestly than the previous day: a beautiful sundress and sandals, nothing too fancy. Of course, attempting to hide her sublime figure was a losing battle.

That evening, they were watching a movie, enjoying a bottle of Napa’s finest. Helen was lying on the couch, her head on Charlie’s lap, who entertained his fingers by gently playing with her waves of honey colored hair. They had been like that for a while, when she turned her head to face him, and without a warning pulled his face towards hers, her strong hand on the back of his head. After a passionate kiss that came close to suffocating Charlie, she stood up in front of him with the same predatory expression she had on two nights before. “I want you. Now”, she commanded, her voice admitting no argument. Charlie sat there, too flabbergasted to respond immediately. His male organ responded, though, turned on by the authority in her demeanor. “I said NOW”, she repeated. It was all Charlie needed to hear - he jumped to his feet and ran to the bedroom, a mixture of extreme arousal and physical fear coursing through his body. He could hear his Amazon girlfriend’s steps behind him. He knew he was in for a night of agony and ecstasy.

***

The following morning, he woke up before Helen. She was lying there, breathing deeply, her face angelic, betraying no sign of the insatiable lust that had possessed her the previous night. She looked almost uncannily peaceful. Charlie stood up, and limped to the bathroom. He took a glance to the mirror, and the poor man staring back at him looked as if he had just tried to invade Normandy during D-Day armed only with a spoon and a toothpick. He cleared his throat and spat on the sink, half expecting to see blood, and being almost surprised to see none. When he went to relieve himself, his groin was almost too tender to touch, and the skin of his shaft felt almost raw. This was way more than he had bargained for when he decided to get into this small, weak body. Bad news, he was stuck like this for three months, at best. Worst news, even when he returned to his normal size, Helen would still be nine inches taller than him and strong as three men. He flushed and walked out of the bathroom.

Helen was still lying in bed, but her eyes were half open. She smiled when she saw him. “Morning”, she said in a throaty voice, the sexiest sound Charlie had ever heard. Much as he feared her, he was also infinitely attracted to her. That was true when she was a 4’10” sprite, even more so that she was a seven-foot tall monument to sexiness.

He approached the bed, smiling. “Morning, sweetness”, he said. “Did you sleep well?”

She purred, and gave a playful moan while she stretched. “Fantastically”, she whispered, smiling. “I feel like a million dollars.”

He smiled. “At your size, it must be more like a billion, sweetie.” Or more, he thought. God, even with her tousled hair and half open eyes she looked superb.

She smiled even more broadly. “Oh, aren’t you the sweetest! Here, let me use the bathroom and I’ll cook breakfast for you!” She stood up, and went into the bathroom. Charlie was taken aback, though. He could have sworn... But no, it couldn’t be. He heard the toilet flush. “OK, let’s go!”, she said, emerging from the bathroom. Charlie saw her, and a ball of ice formed deep in his gut.

She was taller. Again.

***

“Eight feet tall, Doctors!”, Charlie yelled irately, slamming his fist on the table. It wasn’t as big an effect as he pretended, what with his diminished size and scarce strength. It was a Wednesday morning at the main office of Gatwick & Forrester. Charlie had summoned Dr McCormack and Dr Zheng the previous Monday, after he and Helen had discovered she had turned into a real, live giantess. She was currently out with Aoife, buying more clothes. “Lucky for me she hasn’t grown further...” He looked at Dr Zheng. “Then again, she wasn’t supposed to grow to more than five-ten”, he said, his voice dripping acid.

Dr Zheng swallowed audibly. Charlie was intimate friends with the venture capitalists backing his own venture, and the scientist was fully aware that a complete loss of funding could well be the best case scenario for him. “Mr Forrester, I have been discussing the situation with Dr McCormack here... The good news is, she won’t grow further. That’s it.”

“Well, that’s fortunate. I mean, she is stunningly beautiful and as lovely as ever, but she is eight feet tall and strong enough to lift a VW Beetle!” Which she had done as an experiment the previous day. “Why did this happen? Can we reverse it?”

Dr Zheng looked at Dr McCormack, who took over the explaining. “Mr Forrester, after reviewing the data with Dr Zheng, we discovered two things. Ms Gasset appears to carry a genetic marker that is rare, but which was what, er, increased the original effects of the reactives. That is why she grew to six foot four initially. And that should have been that, except for a situation no one could have foreseen.”

“Which is?”

Dr McCormack was silent for a second, and breathed deeply before resuming. “When we pumped you full of the drugs we designed to keep you strong and healthy, we did so in order to avoid any sickness of the cloned body. What we didn’t expect was for those same drugs to interact with the reactants and reactives still present in Ms Gasset’s system.”

Charlie was thoughtful. “But... How could she have been exposed to the same drugs? You administered them at ClonGen, I didn’t carry any with me.”

“You did. They were in your body. And she got them into her own body through, er, oral intercourse.”

“What?!”, came Charlie’s surprised reaction. “You’re meaning to tell me the drugs were in my...” His voice trailed off, dropping almost to a whisper. “She absorbed the drugs...”

“Every time she swallowed.”

Surprise, Surprise!! Part I: The Setup

drsynn — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 20:31:41 +0000

Charlie wants to surprise his tiny girlfriend. And she wants to surprise him. Who's in for the biggest surprise? Please, leave comments!

A YEAR AGO

“Welcome, Mr Forrester. How was your trip?”

“Quick, comfortable, couldn’t ask for anything better”, Charlie Forrester replied. He was a man in his mid-thirties, suntanned, wearing khaki trousers and a black blazer. He had an air of youthfulness, standing 6’3” tall, with thick, dark hair, and the broad shoulders of a swimmer, he commanded attention by his mere presence. His quick smile and easy charm made him extremely likable. He was a very successful venture capitalist, thanks to his background in engineering and eye for good ideas. “I have to say, I love coming up to Seattle, Dr McCormack.”

“Yes, lovely city. Usually gloomy, but I see you brought us some sun”, the skinny man chuckled.

“So, how’s the project coming along?”

“Well, after the new Clone Law forced us to rethink the business plan, we’ve come up with a very interesting scheme. We’ll go over the figures later, but if you follow me I’ll give you the main points before getting down to numbers. Can I get you some coffee?”

“Yes, please. Black, no sugar. So, from your last e-mail I understand some of the ideas we were talking about look good?”

“Indeed. Come this way.” The two men walked down a white corridor, past a few offices and labs with banks of computers. ClonGen was a startup that had begun operations in 2011, funded on the most part by Gatwick & Forrester, Charlie’s firm. They had developed a technique to clone humans and make the bodies mature at a very accelerated rate while keeping their nervous systems in a ‘pristine’ state. The clones never developed consciousness, so most ethical issues could be circumvented. The selling point was that they had developed a technique to transfer a person’s consciousness to the clone body. It promised extended life, as one needed only to get a new clone and download his consciousness to the new body. The company was set to make profit of billions.

But Congress got in the way. Conservative lobbyists managed to get through a law that required clones to have a set lifespan of only two years. This was seen as an effort to avoid an ultra-long lived elite, as well as yielding to some of the conservative sectors of society. When the Clone Law came into place in 2015, ClonGen’s team was dismayed. While selling two additional years of life was certainly a great business, their whole sales model was based on clients paying enormous amounts of money over periods of decades. Almost like mortgages. With the costs of running the operation, it was the only way to make the business attractive enough. However, Tom Gatwick, Charlie’s partner, had gotten together a team of advisors and made it a personal mission to steer the company towards profitability. And out of one such meeting, the new idea was born.

Charlie and Dr McCormack arrived to a large meeting room. Both men sat down, while a young lady poured two coffees and then left. “You see Mr Forrester, after those grueling sessions with Mr Gatwick, we came up with an idea that works. How is he doing, by the way?”

“Tom? Oh, he’s fine. You know him, he’s desperate to be up and walking again. I told him to relax and take it easy, but he’s keen on getting back on his feet.”

“Well, a femur fracture is a big deal. I can imagine how he feels, though. What was he doing, again? Surfing?”

“Snowboarding. And yeah, he’s getting in everybody’s hair. Doctors say he should be out of the cast in another couple of weeks.”

“Good. Anyway, as I was telling you, we came up with a good way of marketing our clones. You see, Mr Forrester, we discovered a way of introducing small modifications in the gene sequences of the cloned bodies, which would allow for a great degree of variation.”

Charlie was silent for a few seconds. Then he smiled. “I don’t think I follow, Doctor.”

“OK, let me put it this way: we have the means of modifying the clone in a variety of parameters. Mr Forrester, how much would you pay to be, say, taller?”

After a moment’s thought, Charlie smiled again. “Well, I’m tall as it is, but I see where you’re going. So, the clones could be taller, stronger, and so on?”

“They can be taller, stronger, slimmer, fatter, shorter. You could be blond and blue-eyed, or of a completely different race. Would you like to be black, Mr. Forrester? It can be done. Would you like to be tall enough to play in the NBA? That, too. Would you like to have the bulk of an NFL linebacker? Possible.”

“Wow”, said Charlie. And a moment later, “Wow. That’s... incredible. And forgive the understatement.”

Dr McCormack smiled. “Isn’t it? We’ve envisioned a different business model. Now, people will come to us wanting to experience life as... themselves, only different.”

“And what happens when the clone… expires?”

“Well, that’s where our partnership with CryoGen comes into play. They’ve developed a way to keep the, er, empty bodies frozen in stasis. After two years, when the clone body is about to expire, we return the consciousness to the original body.”

“There’s certainly a universe of possibilities!” Charlie’s mind was already building a number of scenarios. The market was endless. People who daydreamed about being taller, if only for a day, would be ecstatic at the prospect of being taller for a couple of years. Sure, going back would be a bit of a shock, but that would be a big incentive for them to do it again. And, the more cloned bodies out there, the more would people come to accept it, and eventually they just might be able to successfully push for the Clone Law to be repealed. To be taller, he thought, his mind drifting towards Helen, his girlfriend. She was very beautiful, smart, a joy to be with. She was also 4’10”, and while Charlie didn’t mind the difference in size at all, he also knew she occasionally wished they could be closer in size. Now, he loved her just the way she was, but....

“Say, Doctor”, Charlie said, coming out of his internal musings, “you said you could make people shorter?”

Dr McCormack nodded emphatically. “Oh, yes. Absolutely. A bit shorter, a lot, midget-sized, you name it. If human beings exist in that size, we can make it. Obviously, we couldn’t make someone smurf-sized, but certainly Mini Me size.”

Charlie smiled. He didn’t want to change his beautiful girlfriend, not in the least. But she daydreamed with both of them being closer in size, and he could deliver that. She’d love such a surprise. Yes, Charlie thought. Helen will definitely love it.

SEVEN MONTHS AGO

“I love it!”, exclaimed Helen, running her hands over the peach colored cashmere sweater.

“I knew you would”, said her friend Aoife, her thick Irish accent imbuing her every word with an undeniable charm. “That’s why I’m a professional shopper, see?”

Helen turned towards her, her waves of honey colored hair flowing behind her head, framing her beautiful face. Her blue eyes sparkled, along with her smile. “And it fits perfectly! Oh, have I ever mentioned I love you?”

Aoife laughed. “It has happened, yes. Not to say I didn’t gev some thought to the color, but I think it goes excellent with your complexion. Ah, I just love buying noo clothes.”

“I wonder if Charlie will like it?”, Helen said as she turned back to the mirror.

“Aw, I’m sure he’ll love it. You look really sexy!”, said the Irish girl. “Where will he be now?”

“Oh, he’s up in Seattle again, but he’s coming back this evening”, Helen said distractedly, and then proceeded to take off the sweater.

“He does be going there a lot, eh? Trouble with a company?”

“Well, from what he tells me, one of the startups they have backed had to completely rework their business model after the clone legislation. He’s been going up there once a month for the last, I don’t know, three months.”

“Sound tiring, love. Here, hand me the jumper, I have to write down the sale code. Aha, there we go. So, you have plans for the evening, then.”

“Oh, yes. We’re going for dinner to that Chinese place you recommended when we were at Mark’s party. We liked it a lot! And then, I don’t know, probably dancing.”

“Club dancing? Or the fancy stuff you like?”

Helen and Charlie had been going to ballroom dancing classes for a while, now, and they both loved it. “Oh, no, plain clubbing tonight. There’s a ballroom dance next week, though. Wanna come?”, asked Helen teasingly, already knowing the answer.

“Oh, Lord, no, thank you very much! If I knew how the dance, maybe, and if I didn’t have to fend off armies of gits convinced they’re this generation’s Fred Astaire, that would also be lovely. Good thing you have a big man to protect you from those locusts!” Aoife was a very attractive package indeed. Redheaded, freckles in just the right amount, big blue eyes, and a slim body with soft curves. She was a part-time model, but really enjoyed more her job as a personal shopper - she loved the interaction with the clients, and, like many girls, simply loved giving makeovers.

Helen laughed merrily. “Yeah, Charlie does come in handy. I only wish there wasn’t such a big size difference between us!” Even when she was wearing heels, Helen only came up to her boyfriend’s chest. And she absolutely hated wearing heels! “I usually don’t mind, but every now and then - like when we go dancing - it’s just too much.”

“So, you wish your boyfriend were shorter?”

“Oh, no! I wouldn’t change a thing with him. And people can’t shrink, after all. I just wish I could be taller, that’s all.”

Aoife was silent for a couple of seconds. “You know, a client of mine works at this big Biotech firm in Berkeley. From what he was telling me, they have this new procedure where they can actually make adults grow.”

Helen considered this for a second. “Really? That sounds... like a load of bull”, she smirked.

“Maybe it is. But then again, many of the companies Charlie backs have crazy sounding schemes behind them and, well, look at this house we’re in! It proves some of them work!”

The flat Charlie and Helen lived in was a fantastic, 3000 square feet loft conversion, the style of which was common in cities like New York, but that in San Francisco benefited from the hills to give the property unbelievable views of the Bay and the city. Yes, Charlie was very successful, and his success came from backing these companies with the crazy ideas, as Aoife pointed out. “Well, yeah, good point. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have a chat with these people. Can you arrange something?”

Aoife smiled broadly. “For my best friend and favorite client? Of course!”

FIVE MONTHS AGO

“As you can see, Mr Forrester, the clone material is ready and we will begin growing the body next week”, said Dr McCormack, pointing out things on a screen which Charlie couldn’t really follow, but which he understood well enough to know that everything was on track. “It will take a few months to be ready, though.”

“That’s OK, Doctor. It’ll give us time to prepare.”

“Yes. Now, one thing I have to say, you asked us to make the clone 4’10”, which, I believe, is your girlfriend’s height?” After Charlie had nodded in assent, the doctor continued. “Well, at this stage it is still a bit inexact. Although we’re aiming for a 59” length - that is four feet and eleven inches - we are expecting a margin of error of 5% to either side.”

Doing a quick mental calculation, Charlie nodded. “I understand. That means the clone body could be anywhere between 4’8” and 5’2”, right?”

“Yes, indeed.”

“I guess that’s fine, the idea is for me to be closer to her in size. Right now there’s a gap of sixteen inches. Reducing that to two inches, either way, will be a very pleasant surprise for her, I’m sure. Now, let’s talk about the logistics...”

THREE MONTHS AGO

Helen was sitting in a sunny office in a converted warehouse in Berkeley. The person behind the big desk was a man of about fifty, who seemed to be smiling all the time. “Yes, Ms Gasset, after running the analysis, we think you’re a prime candidate for the protocol”, he said with a hint of held-back enthusiasm.

“That’s great, Dr Zheng”, she said, feeling the man’s enthusiasm. “Does that mean we can use your growth potion with me?”

The scientist chuckled. “Ah, yes, growth potion! We joke here, call it the Alice Serum, for Alice in Wonderland. Unfortunately it doesn’t work as fast!”

“I would guess not. So, let’s go back a bit and review everything, I want to understand exactly what will be going on.”

“Yes, yes! Curiosity is a good thing! Ok, Ok, what we have done so far is test your suitability to the protocol. Being a woman, you already had an advantage. So far we have been unable to make it work on men! Ok, then we tested for the relevant genetic markers, which you possess, and then we tied all of that with the scans and imaging we got from you. Ok so far?” He almost didn’t wait for Helen’s nod before continuing. “Now, we will tailor the specific protocol for your particular case. First step is for you to start taking the base reactants. We need to reach a specific build-up in your body. This will take around two months. Then, you will have to take the reactive, the Alice Serum itself. That’s just one big dose that will interact with the reactants. Mind you, it will happen over the course of one hundred hours, give or take. That’s a bit over four days, during which I would advise you not to go out at all - the serum will modify your very structure, and it will be painful. Don’t worry, though. We will provide you with pain medication, but that’s exactly why we recommend you stay at home for the four days of the process. And I guess that’s it.”

Helen was speechless for a couple of moments, Dr Zheng’s tirade having left her almost physically winded. After clearing her head a bit, she looked at the scientist. “Wow. That sure was a lot. One thing you didn’t mention, though. What about final size?”

“Oh. Well, you requested five feet and ten inches, and we will aim for that. However, the process is far from exact. It would be like trying to predict a two-year-old kid’s adult height. It will mostly depend on variables that are to minute for us to manage. However, we are working with an expected range of anywhere between five-nine and five-eleven, maybe even a bit more.”

“I see. Well, if we can reasonably mention a height of around five-ten,” she said while Dr Zheng nodded vigorously, “that works for me. When do we get started?”

“Well, how about right now?”, said Dr Zheng with a broad smile, which was quickly mirrored by the petite Helen.

ONE MONTH AGO

“So, Dr McCormack, how’s my little body coming along?”, asked Charlie over the phone from his office overlooking Union Square.

“Well, it is still a couple of weeks away from being finalized, but so far we are very satisfied with it.”

“How tall is it?”, came the expectant question.

After a quick chuckle, Dr McCormack responded. “I can see you’re excited, Mr Forrester. If all of our clients are like you when we start offering the service commercially, this will be a success.” It was Charlie’s turn to chuckle, but he said nothing, still expecting an answer to his question. “Well, it is still too soon. The cloned body is merely thirty five inches long as of the last measuring, conducted... three hours ago. It won’t reach its final size for a further two weeks.”

“I see. Well, I think it’s time we start planning for the next step, don’t you think?”

“Certainly. Let me get Ms Boudreaux from customer relations on the line. She’s the one that will be dealing with this part of the service. Can you hold for a second?”

“I sure can”, said Charlie, savoring the feeling. He just loved giving surprises.

TWO WEEKS AGO

“This was a pleasant surprise”, said Helen hanging up the phone. “Charlie’s trip to Seattle next week couldn’t have come at a better time. It will let me take the Alice Serum while he’s gone, and surprise him when he gets back. He’s even going away for a week! It couldn’t have worked better.”

Aoife was sprawled on the couch, still tired from the bike ride they had just taken. Helen looked as if she had energy to bike again all the way to Sausalito and back. The Irish girl thought it was simply unnatural. “You are lucky, indeed. And why the fecking heavens aren’t you tired?! We just biked twenty bloody miles! Bitch.”

Helen smiled. “How did you call me?”, she said in mock indignation. “The nerve! I believe you need a lesson in manners, young lady.” She approached the couch and without pausing, jumped on top of Aoife and started tickling her.

“What...! What the...! Get off...! You little...!” Helen was strong for her size, and fit to boot, but Aoife was able to use her greater size to her advantage. Both girls fell to the floor, with the bigger Irish girl pinning her smaller friend down. “God, where do you get the energy!”, she said, before getting up and returning to the couch.

Helen was laughing hard. “Sorry, it’s just... my, your ass looks terribly cute in those bike shorts.” With that, she resumed laughing.

Aoife smiled at that. “Well, it is a nice pert bum, I have to say. Bitch.” And she exploded in laughter.

After a while, both of them calmed enough. Helen stood up, and stretched her back. “You know, we have to make plans for this surprise I have planned.” She started walking towards her room.

“What do you have in mind?”, asked the Irish girl, quickly catching up to her shorter friend, thanks to her longer stride. They reached the splendidly appointed bathroom at the same time, and Helen sat down on the bench by the tub while Aoife knelt down and started taking off her shoes and socks.

Helen removed her tight bike jersey, revealing a pair of cute, tiny breasts, barely an A-cup, but which looked absolutely perfect on her tiny frame. “Well, I’ll be taking the full dosage of the Alice Serum on Sunday evening, after Charlie’s left. I have to stay inside for the following four days, while the reactive works. I will be done growing by Thursday evening, but, obviously, none of my clothes will fit. I’ll need you to come here early on Friday and help me get some new clothes.”

Aoife had removed her bike shorts, and was standing on the middle of the bathroom, wearing her pink bra top and a black thong that exposed a smooth, pert behind that attested the years that she had spent playing tennis. “OK, I’ll be here early on Friday then. Any idea what size you’ll end up?”, she asked, removing her top and revealing a lovely pair of breasts, much larger than Helen’s, but not large by any measure, the kind of perky, medium breasts usually seen on print models.

Helen had stood up and had turned on the shower. She turned around to look at her friend, and removed her tiny bike shorts, revealing a perfectly waxed muff. “Well, the scientists said that it will be around five-ten, give or take an inch or so.”

The Irish lass removed her thong, displaying a nicely trimmed strip of red hair. She walked over to Helen, standing right in front of her, looking down. At 5’6”, she was no giant, and yet she was a good eight inches taller than her friend, who nonchalantly craned her neck a bit to look her friend in the eyes. “Then I guess I should enjoy this. Next Friday you’ll be taller than me!”

“Not by much, but yes”, agreed Helen with a broad smile. Then, holding the shower’s glass door open, she again turned to her redheaded friend. “After you!”

Aoife laughed heartily. “My, such manners! Oh, and you still have that green tea body wash! Great, I need a good rubbing with it.” She turned to her shorter friend, and smiled. “And so do you. Bitch.”

FIVE DAYS AGO

Monday morning at ClonGen saw a great deal of activity, which was not at all unusual for the young startup. However, the atmosphere that morning was abuzz with excitement. Charlie Forrester was not only one of the company’s biggest financial backers, but today he would become the first actual customer - until today, all the tests had been run on a few volunteers, and as such were managed more as experiments than as a real delivery of a service people would pay for. But today marked the day when the company just might start down the road to becoming a real business. And since all the employees had stock options, the excitement was more than understandable.

Charlie arrived at ClonGen’s site feeling a tiny bit nervous, but extremely excited at the thought of the surprise Helen would be getting. After signing in at the reception desk, he was met in the lobby by Dr McCormack. “Good morning, Mr Forrester. Ready for the little event?”

With a smile that was entirely unrelated to the good Doctor’s bad pun, Charlie nodded. “This is it, eh? I have to say, I’m a bit nervous, but hell, too late to turn back. Let’s do it.”

“Excellent”, said Dr McCormack. “Before we begin with the consciousness transfer, there’s a few things we need to go over with. Please, come with me.”

The two men walked together to a room that was behind the main labs where Charlie had been before. Inside the well-lit space, it was like a scene out of a sci-fi film. There, on a kind of pod with a glass cover, lying down among immaculately white sheets, was Charlie’s clone. He approached the pod silently, almost reverently. He looked at the figure, a strange feeling coursing through his body. He had refrained from looking or inquiring about the clone until this very moment, wanting the experience to be as pure as possible. What he saw in front of him was thrilling in a way. “It’s... it’s like looking in a mirror, only... not.”

“Yes, something along those lines has been mentioned by the volunteers during the experimental phase”, mentioned Dr McCormack. “Bear in mind, this isn’t someone who looks similar, not even a twin brother - assuming you had one - but actually yourself. A version of yourself.”

Charlie was silent for a few more minutes, then glanced at the doctor. “How tall is he?”

“He is thirteen hundred and twenty millimeters long, Mr Forrester. Or, to be clearer, fifty-two inches tall.”

A quick calculation made Charlie frown. “That’s four foot six, Doctor. I thought we were aiming for four-eight as a minimum.”

The Doctor wasn’t at all apologetic when he responded. “I know, Mr Forrester. However, I also mentioned that this was a very inexact process. I’m really sorry, but as we’ve discussed before, at present we don’t have the means to accurately determine and control the exact size of the clone.”

Charlie looked back at the body in the pod, pondering what he had been told. Not one to focus on the downside of an issue, he quickly dismissed the news. He wanted to surprise Helen by becoming closer in size to her - and four-six was a lot closer to her height than his current six-three. Plus, she would probably get a kick out of being the taller one for a change, if only by four inches. “OK, I guess it’s not that bad. How about the other modification I requested?”

“Done. We achieved better accuracy there. The full dimensions are two hundred and eighty by a hundred and fifty millimeters. That is-”

“I know, Doctor. I am an engineer, remember? I understand both systems. But, Ok, now what’s next?”

“Well we will be able to start the transfer in about an hour. They’re readying the equipment as we speak. But before, as I mentioned, I need to make you aware of a few points.”

“Go ahead”, instructed Charlie as he took seat in a small chair by the pod.

“Well, we will have to render you unconscious for the transfer. Now, you will regain consciousness in your new body, but the period during which you’ll be out, or as we call it, in a transfer coma, will last anywhere between twenty-four and forty-eight hours. OK so far?”

“Absolutely. I expected that, after reading the reports on the previous experiments. What else?”

“Well, if you read the reports, you know that we can’t get you back in your old body for at least three months, preferably four. This is in order to avoid sending the nervous system into shock. So, once you’re transferred to the clone, you are pretty much stuck there for a few months.”

“That’s cool. Anything else?”

“One last thing: to avoid any potential worries, we boosted the clone’s defenses and immune system. You will not fall sick while in your clone body, and in fact you will enjoy probably the best health in your life.”

“Let me tell you”, said Charlie, “that is an excellent idea. Great job, Doc!”

The Doctor smiled coyly. “Well, to be fair, that was one of the ideas that came from Mr Gatwick’s sessions.”

“Don’t be modest, Doctor. This is pure brilliance! Now, shall we get started?”

FOUR DAYS AGO

Helen was lying in bed, her mind fuzzy with the effect of the painkillers. Her body felt hot, almost feverish. While she felt no pain, she felt dull aches all over. And the nausea! Fortunately she kept drifting in and out of sleep. She was having weird dreams, in some she became a giantess destroying San Francisco; in others she was tiny like a bug, always at risk of being crushed by Charlie. In one, she had grown only a couple of inches, and in yet a different dream she and Aoife were the same size. In one brief moment of lucidity she sighed, remembering Dr Zheng had warned her about this part of the process. It was hell, so the end result better be worth it.

Aoife had called earlier, and Helen had only been able to chat with her for a minute or so before drifting off. Her mind was so cloudy she couldn’t even tell if the Alice Serum was working. She hoped it was. God, she really hoped it worked.

YESTERDAY

“Welcome back, Mr Forrester.” Charlie stirred, his eyes open, but everything was blurry, and dim. The voice was Dr McCormack’s. He tried to see where it was coming from, but he couldn’t make out more than blobs and blurs.

“Why can’t I see? Why is it so dark?”, croaked Charlie, his mouth feeling as drier than it felt during his worst hangover.

Dr McCormack’s voice came again. He was standing close by, that much Charlie could tell. “Your eyes are brand new, they have to adjust and focus. That’s why we also dimmed the lights, but don’t worry, you will gain normal vision within the hour. How do you feel?”

“I feel... normal. As if I had drunk a keg of beer and a case of vodka, and then been run over by a trailer, but normal.” And he did feel normal. But then he thought he couldn’t feel any different. This body’s size was normal for it, and lying in bed while semi-blind he had no frame of reference.

“That’s good. Don’t worry, it will all pass soon. Ah, here’s Nurse Bertetta. She’ll be administering the physical therapy - to get your muscles going.” Charlie couldn’t see the nurse very clearly, but he could make out that she was female, and blond. Very professionally, she checked all of his vitals, and after administering a couple of shots that Dr McCormack identified as stimulants that would help him gain full functionality sooner, she offered him a glass of water.

“It’s slightly warm, Mr Forrester”, she announced in a gentle manner, while she brought the cup to his lips. “We don’t want to shock your throat.” She then started massaging his legs and arms, as Dr McCormack excused himself, leaving Charlie and the nurse alone in the room. After a while she helped him to turn over, so she could do the same for his back and shoulder. Her hands were strong, and nimble. “I see - ow! - I see you have experience at -ow! - at this!”, said Charlie. His vision was clearer now, but all he could see was the floor beneath him and the wall in front of him. He could feel Nurse Bertetta’s hands smoothing out the kinks in his muscles, mostly painlessly. “Ow!”. Mostly.

“Oh, yes”, she said. “I learned from some of the best, right in Havana after the embargo was lifted four years ago.” She kept kneading his shoulders, exquisitely. “After that, I got a job with the Oakland Raiders. Believe me, massaging a linebacker after a tough game is as big a challenge as they come!”

“I can - ow! - imagine. It’s good that we can - ow! - get such talented pros here in ClonGen.”

Dr McCormack came back into the room. “How are you feeling, Mr Forrester? Nurse Bertetta treating you well?”

“I believe that’s her intention - ow! - yes. AAAAAARGH!!”

The nurse removed her elbow from in between Charlie’s shoulder blades, and then gave him a swift, soft pat on his towel-covered ass. “And we’re done. You’ve been a great patient, Mr Forrester. How’s your sight?”

Charlie turned over, and saw Nurse Bertetta for the first time. It was a great tribute to his composure that he didn’t just stay there, frozen, mouth agape. She was like a blond Gina Carano, right down to the muscular yet feminine arms. And the skirt of her nurse uniform showcased an amazing pair of legs. “My sight? Why, it is superb, thank you”, said Charlie, displaying his usual charming smile. The blonde beauty giggled demurely, and after handing him a pair of sweatpants and a robe, offered to help him to his feet. Charlie gently took her hand and stood up from the bed. The first couple of seconds he got a bit dizzy, and his legs trembled a bit, but it only took him an instant to gain his composure. He turned to face the helpful young lady. “Thank you, Nurse Ber-” Charlie was looking up at the gorgeous nurse, and his composure failed him for the first time. She was smiling down at him, somewhat bashfully, but with a predatory hint underneath. He quickly composed himself, and said “Er, how tall are you?”

“Oh, I’m just five-six, Mr Forrester”, she said gingerly. Charlie was amazed. A whole foot taller than him, at his current size. And still, it was less of a gap than what used to be between him and Helen. His thoughts turned then to the fact that she would now be four inches taller than him. It was something, but surely it wouldn’t be as intimidating as this girl was.

“Ah, Mr Forrester, so good to see you on your feet”, came Dr McCormack’s voice from behind him. He turned around and had to crane his neck further up. The good Doctor was around five-ten, a good five inches shorter than Charlie used to be - but now he towered over him. Charlie wasn’t feeling really comfortable, standing between the two giants. Had this been a bad idea? But no, the thought of surprising Helen with his new size was enough to send feelings of comfort and cheerfulness washing through his being.

Charlie smiled. “Yes. Yes! I think everything went smoothly, don’t you?”

“So it seems. As you know, as a matter of precaution, we have to keep you under observation for the next 12 hours, but you’ll be ready to go home tomorrow morning. I trust that’s OK?” Charlie nodded, feigning annoyance. “Good. Nurse Bertetta will stay by your side the whole time. So, I leave you in her capable hands, and will see you again tomorrow morning.” With that, he turned and left.

Charlie saw him leave the room and close the door behind himself, and then turned his eyes to the young nurse. “So, it’s us for the evening”, he said, displaying his charming, cocky smile. “Hopefully it won’t be a boring time, eh, Nurse Bertetta?”

The blond woman smiled, as she undid the first couple of buttons on her uniform. “Please, Mr Forrester. Call me Marisa.”

Surprise, Surprise!!

drsynn — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 20:19:27 +0000

Surprise, Surprise!!

Charlie has decided to surprise his tiny girlfriend Helen. Problem is, she has had the same idea!

Inspiration for this story came from DreamTales’s amazing “The Gift of The Magi”. All comments and critiques will be more than welcome.

The Last Daughter of Krypton, Chapter 2

platinumbird62 — Mon, 26 Jul 2010 18:09:28 +0000

Chapter 2

Supergirl returned to the home of her adoptive parents, Fred and Edna Danvers, and resumed her life as it had been before. Neither she nor Superman knew when the changes of puberty would begin, so they both decided not to make any alterations to her life yet. She continued to go to school, and to spend time with her friends.

Three weeks after their trip to the Fortress of Solitude, she received a call from Superman by super-ventriloquism: “Kara! Airplane crash! Ten miles from Metropolis!” At once, she changed into her uniform, patterned after Superman’s and nearly identical to his except that she wore a skirt rather than tights. They had designed her uniform so that, at super-speed, she would appear the same as Superman, thus keeping her existence a secret. She flew quickly to Metropolis, knowing from the urgency in Superman’s voice that lives were at stake.

Seconds later she spotted the airplane, and saw at once why the call had been so urgent. The airplane was descending rapidly, and was breaking into pieces even as she watched. Superman was trying to support the fuselage, but even as he did the wings of the airplane were beginning to separate from the main structure, and if those fell to the ground over this populated area many lives could be lost. As she approached he quickly said, “Here, take the fuselage and get the passengers safely to the ground. I’ll take care of the falling pieces.”

As soon as she was supporting the weight of the main part of the airplane, he began to fly at super-speed to remove and destroy the separating pieces. Kara knew that she was given what was the simpler job to accomplish, though no less important. Her X-ray vision told her that nearly 250 people were inside, and their lives were her responsibility. Superman had given himself the more complicated problem of identifying and eliminating debris, which would be a danger to people on the ground.

Kara searched for a clear, uninhabited area to set down an airplane. She spotted one a few miles ahead, and just a bit to the east of her current heading. She subtly shifted directions to make for it. The shift caused greater stress to the plane, and the left wing sheared off. Superman grabbed it, got it away from the fuselage, and vaporized it with his heat vision. The weight change shifted the rest of the plane, causing it to tip, and the resulting stress sheared off the right wing. Superman likewise took it and vaporized it. Fortunately, the main body of the airplane remained intact as Supergirl supported it to the landing site. With exceptional deftness and dexterity, she eased the remains of the airplane to a stop in the open field, and then emerged from under the craft.

She made ready to fly away, but Superman held up a hand to stop her. She puzzled at this, and then realized: this would be the moment of her debut. She was afraid and excited all at once. The flight crew made ready the escape routes, and people began deplaning down an inflatable ramp into the field. Many of them, as they reached the ground, saw Superman and came over to offer thanks for their rescue.

When they saw two blue-garbed figures, most were confused, others curious. When most of the passengers as well as the crew had gathered, Superman made an introduction.

“My friends, this is my cousin, Supergirl. Without her help, I could not have saved all of you. She has been helping me secretly for a few months, but now it’s time for a proper introduction.”

One of the passengers said, “Wow, Superman, I guess even the girls from Krypton are big and strong.” Kara was a little confused by his statement, until she looked down at herself. Whereas a few minutes before she had looked like a normal, slim 12-year old Earth girl, now her muscles were thick and defined in a way natives of Earth could only achieve with long years of lifting weights, and, often, steroid use. The process had begun.

Superman spoke to the pilot. “Did you have a chance to radio for help?”

“Yes, they are sending out transportation to pick us up, and the proper authorities are on the way to find out why the plane broke up like that. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Then we will leave you here. Make sure to have me contacted if there is anything I can do to help the investigation.”

“Thanks again, Superman. And Supergirl!”

“Bye,” said Kara.

As they rose into the air, a cheer went up for them. There were also a couple of grumbling voices, asking why the heroes could not simply have flown them all to the airport. “Because they could only take one or two of us at a time, and flying any distance without benefit of an airplane is pretty uncomfortable if you don’t have superpowers. Just wait for the bus.”

The Kryptonians landed again near the house where Linda Danvers lived. Superman asked his cousin, “Do you want me to come in to help you explain?”

“No, I’ll do it. I owe it to them. They’ve been very good to me, you know. I feel like their real daughter, not just their adopted daughter.”

“I know. I feel the same way about my parents, the Kents. And I’m sorry. If I hadn’t called you tonight, you would have had more time.”

“And like you told those people, some of them would have died…either them or someone on the ground when debris fell off that plane. You did what you had to, and so did I. This is just part of the price.”

“You’re growing up so fast. Maybe too fast.”

“I’ll grow up as fast as I need to.”

“I will see you soon.”

“Bye.” She hugged him, and he flew away.

She went into the house and found her parents in the living room. She didn’t bother to change into the red wig she usually wore as Linda Danvers, or to try and put on any of the clothes that wouldn’t fit anymore.

“What…,” said her mother, “Linda? Is that you?”

“Yes, Mom, Dad, it’s me.”

“Honey, what’s happened?”

“It’s a long story. The short version is, I’m not just a normal kid that you found in the local orphanage. I’m Superman’s cousin from the planet Krypton. And I just got back from helping him save an airplane full of people near Metropolis.”

“That...that was just on the TV news bulletin. That was you? Oh, honey, are you all right?” Mrs. Danvers pulled her into a hug as if she wasn’t standing there looking like a little bodybuilder in a Superman suit with a skirt, but was her own daughter. Her father quickly joined them in the hug. Kara began to cry.

“Sweetheart, why are you crying?”

“Because I love you so much. Because I know how much you love me. And because I know a part of my life just ended.”

“Are you sure you’re all right?”

“I’m not hurt. But, because I have Kryptonian physiology, using my powers to bring that airplane down to the ground caused my muscles to suddenly grow. Now, I won’t be able to lead a normal life, pretending to be someone from Earth. I’ve lost my secret identity.”

“Yes, the difficulty is obvious,” said her father. “You won’t be able to go back to school without being recognized as Supergirl. If you want, though, you can still live here with us. We’ll figure out a way…file papers saying that we are homeschooling you.”

“If I stay here, you’ll always be in danger.”

“At least stay until you figure out what you are going to do. You can’t live with Superman, either, not without endangering his own secret identity. I imagine that’s why you didn’t tell us about your Kryptonian heritage before now, to help keep his secret.”

“Yes, I didn’t want to keep anything from you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right. But now, I think, your mother and I would like to hear your whole story.”

“You deserve that much, and more. Did I say I love you?”

“You can say it again, if you like. We love you too.”

Adrenaline: Project aXs

phoenix9433 — Wed, 21 Jul 2010 23:22:04 +0000

Chapter 0

Adrenaline: a hormone and neurotransmitter. It increases heart rate, contracts blood vessels, dilates air passages and participates in the fight-or-flight response of the sympathetic nervous system.

One scientist believed these amazing feats the body can produce shouldn't just occur when in danger.

Dr. Mav thought he could tap into the power of adrenaline and make a product to help humans tap into their adrenal glands; mainly women.

Adrenaline X is Dr. Mav's spray created to help humans, but he could never get aXs (Adrenaline X Spray) to produce the same effects as natural Adrenaline can.
From his own testing, all aXs can do is give a human 3 abilites:
1: Stamina-- that can go on for days

2: Healing-- cuts, wounds, and broken bones that should be injured for weeks or months, are repaired overnight or in sleep.

3: Muscle Growth: The physical appearance does not match up to how much power aXs can give. Super human strength in short.

Dr. Mav needs test subjects to see how this affects female bodies...
and that is where my story begins 5 girls, 1 spray of aXs, and a world of possibilites
This is the story of Crystal, Amanda, Lacy, April, and April. Their average lives are about to became above average. Hopefully using their new abilities for good. Action, Drama, Suspense, and Muscles await the readers of Adrenaline: Project aXs
...to be continued

The Superior Machine

marknew742 — Wed, 14 Jul 2010 21:15:54 +0000

The Superior Machine
by Marknew and Steve the Z

“What was it you wanted to show me, Dear?” Nancy said as she came down the stairs into the basement and entered her husband’s ‘laboratory’.

“My new invention!” David said proudly, waving his hand at a gleaming metal cabinet that stood against the wall.

Nancy stared at the machine.

“It’s nice,” she said. “I like all the glass, the colored lights and the wobbly things on it.”

“Those are dials and voltage and current indicators.” David said condescendingly.

“Oh,” Nancy said with a puzzled frown and downcast eyes. “I see.”

“It’s all right, Dear. You don’t have to understand all those devices, only that this is the greatest invention man has ever made!”

“It is?” Nancy said, clearly confused.

David put his arm around his wife’s narrow shoulders, and waved even more extravagantly at the machine with his free hand.

“This will overturn the scientific principles of evolution as we know them. More importantly, it will give me the opportunity to revolutionize everything in our daily lives!” he told her.

“Really? But what does it do?” Nancy asked.

“I call it ‘The Superior Machine’!” David said, ignoring her question for a second.

“Oh, so it’s better than other machines, you mean?”

David laughed.

“No, no, no, my dear little Nancy. What this device does is take two separate individuals, measures all their physical and mental parameters, and then transforms one of them into a being who is at least twice as superior as the other one in every relevant respect.”

“Uhm,” Nancy said, thinking hard. “Is that good?”

“Good?” David said. “Why, it’s fantastic! We’ll be able to produce superior children, make geniuses even smarter, make athletes even stronger, and healthy people even healthier! Then we’ll reap the benefits of all the discoveries these ‘new men’ will make! We’ll create, thanks to me, a paradise on earth!”

“But what’ll happen to the other one?” Nancy said. “Won’t it make the, um, inferior one feel bad? You know, to be inferior can be sometimes, um, difficult. And then, to become even more --”

He waved his hand, dismissing her objection. “A mere detail I’m sure they can live with! After all, the inferior one will be able to enjoy the benefits produced by the superior ones, just as you enjoy having a better TV set each time we buy a new one. After all you don’t have the slightest idea how they work, and certainly not how to make a better one! Yet you enjoy the programs you watch.”

She nodded uncertainly. “I do but … I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right!” He let go of Nancy and walked over to the machine and patted it affectionately. “Oh yes, this will definitely....”

On David’s third friendly pat, the machine suddenly went from standby to life, its dials and lights glowing and jittering.

‘POWER ON’ a mechanical voice said.

“Oops.” David said. “Must have accidentally started the power up. I’ll just turn it off here.

He flipped a switch on the front of the cabinet. Nothing happened.

‘BOOT UP COMPLETE. INITIATING PROGRAM ONE’ the voice said.

“That’s strange.” David said, flipping the switch back and forth. “It doesn’t seem to be turning off.”

‘SELECTING PRIMARY SUBJECT’

“Say now! Shouldn’t be doing that!” he said, a bit feverishly, desperately pressing buttons to power down the machine.

“Is everything all right, David?” a wide eyed Nancy asked anxiously, wringing her small hands together and moving closer to his protective bulk.

A bright yellow beam shot from a glass lens on the machine in Nancy’s direction and bathed her in a yellow aura for several seconds.

Startled, Nancy emitted a small scream.

“Oh! What’s that, David? It tickles!”

A list of words and numbers flashed across the monitor screen set in the cabinet. Nancy watched in fascination as the machine recorded its evaluation of her characteristics.

‘HEIGHT: 5 FEET 2 INCHES;
WEIGHT: 110 POUNDS;
IQ: 101;
STRENGTH CAPACITY: FEMALE ADULT BELOW AVERAGE;
SEX APPEAL: FEMALE ADULT (YOUNG) WELL ABOVE AVERAGE;
REPRODUCTIVE SUPPORT CAPACITY: FEMALE ADULT ABOVE AVERAGE;

She recognized a few other phrases, but most of the data went by far too quickly for her to assimilate.

‘SELECTING SECONDARY SUBJECT’ the metallic voice intoned.

The light blinked out, then returned, this time to bathe David in its glow.

‘HEIGHT: 5 FEET 11 INCHES;
WEIGHT: 178 POUNDS;
IQ: 173;
STRENGTH CAPACITY: MALE ADULT ABOVE AVERAGE;
SEX APPEAL: ABOVE AVERAGE;
REPRODUCTIVE SUPPORT CAPACITY: MALE ADULT AVERAGE;
etc.

Clearly upset, David jumped. “This can’t be happening!” he said, still trying in vain to shut his invention off. “Why won’t it stop!?”

“I don’t know. Is it dangerous, David?” a worried Nancy asked. “Maybe we should go upstairs.”

“Yes, we should,” David said. “But we’d better move quickly. I think it’s going to...”

He was interrupted by the machine’s programmed voice.

‘PRIMARY SUBJECT INFERIOR TO SECONDARY SUBJECT. COMMENCING PRIMARY SUBJECT AUGMENTATION’

This time a different lens emitted a light blue beam that bathed Nancy in its glow for about three seconds.

“David! What’s going on? I feel so strange!” Nancy cried, clearly frightened.

“It’s ... all right, honey pie.” David said, as the machine finally cycled down. “It won’t hurt you. It’s only ...” he looked at the numbers flashing on the readout: ht6’8” iq256 bic25 th27 41-22-38 etc. He gasped.

“What is it? What’s wrong David?”

“I – I, you – you....” David spluttered, pointing at his wife with a shaking finger.

“What is it, Dave?” Nancy said, getting scared. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Dave stared at the buttons of Nancy’s blouse, which were straining mightily to hold together across her chest, which had thrust forward without any movement or effort on her part.

“What the heck...?” Nancy said, as a button popped off and David ducked.

“Oh my!” she said, looking down at her now voluptuous bustline. “What’s happening to me!?”

Another button gave up the fight, and her lapels parted across a deep cleavage. Nancy involuntarily moaned as the tightening cloth sliding across her nipples sent a thrill of pleasure through her. She swivelled her hips and then her shoulders. “Mmmmm. I feel so sexy!”

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!” David said, rushing over to Nancy, his hands going forward to touch her breasts, and then quickly pulled away as if afraid to. He looked helplessly at the machine, turned to Nancy, back to the machine and then again to Nancy. “It’s all happening … to you!

I never thought this could happen! I can’t stop it!! I can’t reverse it! I don’t know what to do! I don’t know what to do!”

“What?” Nancy gasped as the bottom of her blouse pulled free of her jeans. “What can’t be reversed?”

“The Superior Machine’s program! It’s working – on you!”

“On me!? So that’s what's doing this to me??” She put her hands on her hips and glared up at her husband, who was unnerved both by the turn of events and by the striking, sexy beauty Nancy was becoming.

“It’s transforming you! Into ... into, er, um, a person superior to ME!” David exclaimed.

“No! Me? Superior to you? You’re joking, right?” Nancy said, one hand rising to partially cover her still expanding bust. “Really? How can that be?”

They were both silent for a moment, the realization of what was happening beginning to sink in.

“Umm, in every way?” Nancy asked, one hand on her hip, looking up at her uncharacteristically tentative husband.

“Y-yes!”

“At least twice as superior, I did hear you say,” she said, her voice sounding unusually sharp.

David paused. “At least ...” he said in a small voice.

She looked down at her feet to confirm why she felt a sudden coolness there. Sure enough, her pant legs had risen above the tops of her shoes a few inches, to bare the lower part of her legs above her ankles.

“That certainly explains why I’m getting taller, then.” she said, looking back up into David’s eyes, but not as far as she used to, since now she was only half a head shorter than he. “So it stands to reason that when the program runs its course it will be you who looks up to me!”

“Gulp!” David gulped.

“This is certainly a very different perspective on things – very interesting,” Nancy said, as she passed David’s height and now looked down on him slightly. Already he had to crane his head up to look at her even more than she ever had to look him in the eye. She arched her perfect brow and regarded David with a smug expression, her shoulders visibly widening. “And I’m not simply referring to my superior height.”

“What – what do you mean?” David said, nervously appraising Nancy’s arms, which were rapidly bulking up.

“Oh ... nothing.” she said, noticing where David was looking. Smiling, she raised her right arm, and clenched her fist. Her smile widened as her sleeve immediately tightened around the bulge her bicep had already attained, and the fabric began to split across the thickest part of her expanding muscle.

“Evidently, my superiority involves my being stronger than you as well,” she said.

“You -- oh god no!” David blurted. “You can’t be!”

“Oh yes, quite a bit, I believe. Now, now David! Don’t be jealous. Don’t let these big muscles bother you so much. I will, inevitably, become at least twice as strong as you are.” Nancy said, lifting her hands up to push her hair back from her forehead, her solidly rounded biceps bursting both sleeves simultaneously. "You must have known that this was happening. It was completely predictable. Unless you have a 'mental block' against it."

“Of course n-n-not ... holy – cow!” David said in shock, taking a step backward but unable to take his eyes off her still expanding biceps, his eyes shifting from one to the other in repeated amazement.

“They ARE very rapidly becoming extremely large, aren’t they?” she mused, repeatedly flexing them. “And I would deduce that their other qualities, meaning their density, their endurance and their power, as well as their size, are also becoming far superior to yours, the collective effect making my strength a much larger multiple of yours than any one factor would produce in isolation.”

“Are you sure about that?” David said uncertainly.

“Quite sure. But I think you’ll quickly learn to like them,” Nancy said mischievously, twisting her body to reveal more of her newly spectacular curves, the feminine ones this time, “and perhaps even love them, especially because it's plain to see that my sexual appeal has also significantly increased.”

David’s eyes nearly jumped off his head as he tried to follow the complex spherical designs that the combination of Nancy’s enhanced feminine attributes, her increased strength, and athletic flexibility now made possible.

“Not merely through the evidently appealing numerical ratios of my figure, but also my knowledge of movement, the timbre and tone of my voice, and even my natural pheromones. I can tell you are having the entire predictable male reaction, and that does please me. You are still my dear husband; I do still find you pleasing and cute, although our relationship will be different. You won’t have to explain anything to me anymore, David. In fact, I’ll explain things to you instead and I’ll give YOU instructions, just as I am now, since I’m now far smarter than you!”

“Wh-what!”

“It’s typical and completely predictable that you haven’t already noticed. I’m more than twice as intelligent as you are, even before your brains have been addled by your hormones. I’ll show you,” she continued, breezing by her startled husband as she walked over to the machine.

She tapped a long fingernail against the side of the cabinet nearest to the on/off switch David had been trying to shut the machine down with. “It's obvious to me,” she began, “that you wired the start circuit with your usual haste and left a faulty connection. Rapping the side of the console initiated the boot up sequence and started your brilliant, but poorly executed program running, and it continued to operate wholly independently of the poorly connected master control switch. Had you simply knocked again on the console in the same place you most likely would have terminated the program, and none of this would have happened.”

“Poorly executed!” David gasped in outrage, letting go the apparently correct diagnosis of his poor wiring. “My program’s not flawed!”

“Oh yes, but it is.” Nancy said, turning her back on her husband and expertly opening a cover plate. He couldn’t help but notice how the cuffs of her tight jeans now rested above her calves, which had developed fetchingly heart shaped muscles.

“Perhaps due to your conception of our relationship, you conceived of individual qualities as a series of hierarchies, and of the subjects of the machine as pairs of inferior and superior individuals, rather than of qualitatively independent individuals. Of course, there was never any need for comparisons in the first place,” Nancy said as her long fingers deftly undid and then redid connections inside the panel. “That flaw, however, introduced an inherent uncertainty over the selection of primary and secondary subjects, which led directly to my own enhancement, no doubt contrary to your obviously unfounded expectation that you, as inventor, would necessarily be designated as the Primary Subject. The program I’m now designing will compare a pre-selected subject to ITSELF and then enhance her (or, theoretically, him) according to precise instructions. Nothing will be left to chance.”

“Wait! What are you doing?” David said, approaching her as she snapped the panel shut. “I don’t want you fiddling with my machine, Nancy!”

Ignoring him, she typed away at the keyboard mounted on the panel under the viewscreen, so rapidly that David couldn’t follow the flashing diagrams that appeared and disappeared like magic on the monitor.

“Stop!” he said, reaching out to grab her arm.

So quickly that he didn’t even see her arm move, Nancy ensnared David’s wrist in her right hand as she continued typing with her left, fingers flying faster than he could see. Her grip was crushing, and it was all he could do to stop himself from crying out for mercy.

“You forget, I’m at least twice as quick as you too, hubby dear.” she said, turning and looking down at him from her nine inch height advantage. “As well as being taller, smarter and stronger.”

“Ow...” David cried.

“Much, much stronger, as I said. Sorry.” Nancy said, releasing his wrist, which he promptly snatched back and began to rub. “I didn’t intend to hurt you. Now don’t look so glum, David! I may be far superior to you, but you should take pride that I’m the proof of the success of the operation your device, even if not in accordance with the intention of its programmer. You might think of me as your creation. You should be
proud of me, not jealous!”

“Who says I’m jealous?” David grumbled.

“I can read you like a book with glass covers!” Nancy said, laughing at him. “You have no secrets from my enhanced senses and perceptions!”

A few more taps of her fingers and Nancy hit ENTER.

“There! Finished!” she said.

“What have you done to it?” David asked, his curiosity overcoming his trepidation for the moment.

Nancy faced David and put her hands on his shoulders, so much narrower than hers.

“David,” she said, looking at him earnestly. “I’ve decided I agree with you.”

“Huh? About what?”

“About your initial concept of transforming certain individuals into superior beings, whose accomplishments will then benefit mankind as a whole. Except now I’ve taken your idea one very large step further.”

“M-meaning?” he asked.

“Meaning I will now make MYSELF superior to my present state! Far superior. So, while I am currently your creation, in a short time I will be my own.”

“What! You mean, you’re going to compare yourself to yourself and then....” his voice trailed off.

“Exactly!” she said. “If you find my existing augmentation impressive, just wait until you see what I become next!”

“No,” he whispered. “You can’t. It’s too much! It would be .. unnatural”

“Exactly as I intend!” she said confidently, bending down to kiss him and then catching him as he nearly swooned. “However, even in my present, partially augmented state, I foresee that my current attire will become uncomfortable after my augmentation, so I will change first. Just to amuse myself with a little challenge to you, I will now leave you alone with the machine. You may either try to undo my changes or apply them to yourself before I return. You won't have much time so hurry, darling. Hee hee! I’ll be right back, Dave!”

She left the basement, the strength in her long legs propelling her up the stairs at great speed. David stared after her a moment, then shook his head violently to clear his thoughts and began feverishly working to reprogram the computer to take back control. But he found his way quickly blocked by an ingenious firewall he could not penetrate.

“Damn her!” he muttered. “How can she be so much smarter than me?!”

He was still trying to get through it when he heard her coming back down the steps. Like a guilty schoolboy, he stopped typing and turned, standing in front of the monitor to hide his efforts.

A pair of long, tanned, and muscular beyond fitness legs came into view as Nancy made her way down the stairs. She had taken her jeans and cut off all the legs, most of the sides and almost the entire back to make a pair of tight, low hung Daisy Dukes that were incredibly sexy.

She turned around, giving him a great look at her round, pert, beautifully shaped ass. She was also wearing one of his muscle tank tops, which fit her a bit more snugly then it had ever fit him.

“I can see you like them,” she said, noticing the reaction beneath his slacks. “Now you’re completely distracted, as I knew you’d be. When you're in this state your mental powers decline by 25%, you know. Unnecessary from my perspective but flattering nevertheless.”

The stunned David moved aside as Nancy came up to the panel.

“Ahh, I can see my cute, little hubby hasn’t moved past ‘first base’. You’ve been trying to undo your big, strong, brilliant wife’s programming.” she said. “Naughty, naughty. But it’s irrelevant, I knew you’d never break my simple passwords. You didn't even get past the first one, and there were 18 more of increasing complexity and elegance! Even they will seem like child’s play to me in a minute. I’ll be capable of mental feats far beyond your comprehension. Now stand back, little man. Nancy’s got some real work to do.”

“Now, Nancy,” David began in a stern voice. “Hey!”

As if he were a mere toddler, she had picked him up under his armpits, carried him across the basement and dumped him down next to the wall.

“I said keep back, and now I mean it! DO you understand?”

Not only her size, but also her force of will, which doubtless was also now superior to his own, intimidated him. Looking up into her fierce blue eyes and her huge muscles, which she flexed up even more once she saw his eyes on them, David nodded numbly, his tongue thick in his mouth.

“Good.”

Nancy marched back to his machine, flicked it on.

‘INITIATING NEW PROGRAM’ the mechanical voice said. ‘SUBJECT DNA LOCATED AND RECOGNIZED’

There was no warm up or pause. The blue beam, deeper and more intense than before, immediately flashed across Nancy’s body, starting at her head and proceeding down to her feet before it snapped off.

‘742 RELEVANT PARAMETERS MEASURED. CALCULATING PROGRAMMED MODIFICATIONS’ it said.

A few seconds later, the same beam shot out, this time starting at her feet and moving upward before disappearing.

‘AUGMENTATION PROCESS COMPLETE’

The machine cycled off.

“All right, you don’t have to stay by the wall any longer.” Nancy told David. “But let me be clear. As I am your superior, when I make decisions, you must follow them. Immediately. You are never EVER to disobey me again!”

The authority in her voice was overwhelming. David felt his will and resistance drain away. He slowly approached her. She grew taller as he neared and her muscles added inches as well, making her presence even more commanding. He felt as though he were just 4 feet tall.

“Are you....?” he began.

“Am I what?” Nancy asked, staring down at him imperiously, a blue vertical vein having risen under the skin in the middle of her lofty forehead.

“...all right?” he finished lamely, his voice little more then a whisper, looking up at her in awe.

Nancy eyed him disdainfully. The thick waves of her shoulder length honey blonde hair radiated golden light.

“Oh David, you hopeless, inferior man.” she said. “You can never even comprehend just how superior I am. My mental capacity has grown a thousand times. I am capable of feats that will appear godlike to lesser beings like yourself. Why, I have more strength in this pinkie finger than you have in your entire body.” To illustrate, she closed her pinkie around the metal rim of his laboratory chair and twisted it apart.

David started shaking in fear.

"Ahhh, yes. Recognition of your complete inferiority, abject fear and submission. These are the proper responses of one such as you to one such as me."

Even as his eyes watched her finger in amazement, it perceptibly grew even larger. It wasn't only her finger, though. His eyes moved slowly across her body past her hip-hugging shorts, her tiny waist, her abs like plates of steel under her bronze skin, her magnificent out-thrust chest and the straining confines of his now too tight shirt on her, and her erect, thumb-tip size nipples pushing the ribbed design of the shirt apart; and then up further still, to her laser beam steel blue eyes now more than a foot above his own.

“I am six feet, eleven and one half inches tall.” she said, as if reading his unvoiced question within his mind.

“How did you know....?” he started.

“Your posture, your eyes, your body language shouts what you are thinking,” she said. “With the superior intellect such as I now possess, your mind has the comparable intelligence of a babbling infant. Your thoughts, feelings, desires and plans are wholly and instantly transparent to me.” She closed her eyes slowly and shifted her body slightly, the movement setting an incomprehensible explosion of desire in David. “You like that, baby? You are a cute baby, of course," she added with a trace of playfulness. "Even we advanced beings need toys for amusement and pleasure. Speaking of which..."

Nancy was looking at a particular area of his pants. A blue ray shone from her eyes directly at that area, and David immediately felt a not entirely comfortable tightness in his crotch.

“As you can see, I’ve internalized the capabilities of the machine. I’m sure you won’t mind, David, but I will insist that my toys be superior as well in all RELEVANT respects! And now we shall see whether you will need any further adjustments to be fully suitable for our future relationship.”

Lucky Breaks

drsynn — Tue, 13 Apr 2010 20:08:28 +0000

Ian needs to take Masha out of the picture in order to achieve his plans. Will he be able to do so? Or will she get a lucky break?

Isla Azul is a small island, a hundred nautical miles off the coast of Costa Rica. It was first explored by the Spanish in the 17th century, but left pretty much untouched until the 20th century, when the advent of the helicopter made getting there easier. But other than seldom used fishing outposts, the island had remained deserted. As a result of this, it now was a four square mile extension of lush, thick jungle in the Pacific Ocean, nearly untouched by the hand of man. It remained that way until it was leased from the Costarican government by Westward Ventures, a small yet powerful investment firm. Ian Wayers, Westward's ruthless owner, built a fantastic mansion for himself, one that was absolutely self contained and autosufficient. He had no need to interact with the mainland at all, and the property's solar generators, water purifiers, and automated greenhouses provided everything that twenty adult persons would need to live comfortably.

Initially a proof of concept, Ian had resorted to spending most of his time at the island. While not a recluse or a hermit, he disliked interaction with what he contemptuously referred to as 'the rabble'. From time to time he would call his private helicopter, and make weeklong trips to the US, Europe, or wherever his next investment might be located. He enjoyed partying with celebrities and was often seen at A-list gatherings in California and Miami. But after a few days of that, he would always come back to his island, often accompanied by a bimbo or two, whom he would dispatch after getting bored of them - three or four days at the most. He was usually successful with women, owing more to his rugged good looks than to his definitely uncharming personality. He was tall, around 6'2", and had the lean yet toned physique of someone who exercises regularly. His were the shoulders of a swimmer, and life in the island had given him a mostly permanent tan, which went exceedingly well with his closely cropped brown hair and his thoughtful hazel eyes.

That had changed recently. He had brought to the island a new inhabitant, Dr Masha Bogdanova. She was a most interesting character: born in Saint Petersburg to a Russian father and an Indian mother, she had excelled from a very young age at the sciences. She was accepted at Moscow State University at the young age of 15, and graduated four years later with a honors degree in molecular biology. Three years after that, she earned a PhD in genetic medicine from Oxford University, which was followed three years later by another PhD in viral genetics from Stanford University. By the age of 25 she had achieved more than what some of her fellow academics had managed in twice that amount of time. Ian had first spotted her while reading an abstract on some of her research. While the science of the papers was well beyond him, he was versed enough to understand that this woman was onto something. He arranged for a meeting with her the following week, and flew to San Francisco in his private jet. There, he was surprised by Masha's youth, and stunned by her beauty. Not too tall, standing at 5'5", but with a lithe body that moved with the grace of a ballerina, the young scientist possessed golden skin and waves of dark brown hair with sun-bleached strands here and there, as well as big, green eyes. Her exotic looks hid a certain social awkwardness that melted away as soon as she started talking about her research. It only took Ian 20 minutes to understand that this girl held the key to his increasing his fortune a hundred-fold. He offered to fund her research, and told her that she was welcome to use his personal laboratory at Isla Azul - it had been set up as part of the original proof of concept design, and thus held the latest in laboratory equipment.

Not two months after that, she called him. Someone had tried to hack into her computer, and she was afraid that her entire research at Stanford might be compromised. Ian told her not to worry - his private jet would be waiting for her in San Francisco, ready to bring her to Costa Rica as soon as she was able to pack and move. That the hacking attempt had been orchestrated by Ian himself was a fact he kept quiet - he wanted her close, but most of all, he wanted strict control over her research.

Eight months passed since Masha's arrival at Isla Azul. All that time, Ian had left her pretty much to her own devices, confident that the brilliant girl would soon produce what he was hoping would turn him into the world's first trillionaire. But weeks and months went by without any success. Not wanting to put undue pressures on her, he had refrained from questioning her; he would spend time in his office, or make short trips to the mainland. These distractions usually worked, but his main problem was dealing with his financial backers.

-----------------------------

"Just tell us, Mr Wayers, when will we see results on this project of yours", said Mr Kasuhiro, one of his main investors. His face was huge, displayed in one of the 42" monitors that made up the giant video-wall in Ian's office, an incongruous space in Isla Azul.

"Soon, that is all I can say", responded the tired executive.

"All that you can say, or all that you will?", questioned Mr Gupta, a representative for a powerful British group.

Ian remained silent at that quip.

"What is your response to that, Mr Wayers?", inquired Katsuhiro. Ian could see the same questioning glances from all eight faces on the video-wall.

"Look, gentlemen, this project is secretive for a reason. As you well know, Dr Bogdanova's research suffered a very real attempted theft before being removed to an undisclosed location. This was to protect her, but more importantly, to protect your investment. Now, I only ask you to have patience some more time, so that-"

"Enough!" interrupted Mr Dornbusch, the main American investor. "We have been giving you time for quite a while now, and we keep pouring money into research that is apparently leading nowhere. You had a portfolio that included some very interesting projects, and you killed it in order to pay for your pet project. Fair enough, if it had been succesful as promised. But at least three of the ventures you pulled out from are already running businesses worth millions, and we've been left with nothing! I'll give you two more weeks, but if there's no result soon, I'm pulling out from your firm, and taking all the group of investors I represent with me. What will my colleagues do, is up to them. Good day." The screen went blank, and after a few seconds of silence, Katsuhiro, Gupta, and the others signed off without a word, one by one.

Ian slumped back into his swivel chair. "Fuck", he said under his breath.

His computer chimed just then. After a quick glanced, his stomach sank further. He had just received a couple of e-mails notifying him of the intentions to pull out from the various investors. Nobody was willing to trust his judgement, not anymore. The Chinese investors, led by a Mr Zhang, were diplaying their expected patience, giving him one month of leniency. But one thing was clear: he needed to give them, all of them, something. And fast.

"Fuck", he muttered again, and got up from his chair with a sigh. Taking a second to compose himself, he left the office and walked outside, taking the small secluded path that led to the research compound and its attached greenhouse.

-----------------------------

Masha was looking at data displayed on two screens, mindlessly humming an old Russian tune to herself. She was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and awhite t-shirt underneath her lab coat, and her hair was done up in a makeshift bun held in place by a yellow pencil, of all things. She had been staring intently at the monitors for at least an hour now, an expectant look in her eyes.

Ian came into the lab and saw her, poised over her workstation. "Masha, we need to talkÂ¨, he announced.

Without looking up, she gave a slight nod. "Hello, Ian", she said in British-accented English, with a slightly posh intonation, the result of her years in Oxford and boarding school in London. "I gather the investors are threatening to take their money and fly away?"

He stopped cold. "Wha- How do you know that?"

She smiled and looked up at him for the first time. "Oh, it was just a deduction. It's been a while since you started funding my research, and I haven't supplied you with tangible results - yet! I know how these investors think, so I coupled the length of time with your gloomy demeanor, and so, I guessed. Your response only confirmed my suspicion."

Ian started to smile for a second, before the grim reality of his financial situation hit him again. "It's good that you are aware of that, because that's what I need to discuss."

"Relax! I was going to tell you, anyway. I just completed the last run of tests on the rabbits. Guess what? They're normal!" She was positively beaming, which indeed made Ian relax, but he couldn't really follow what she was talking about. Obviously something good, but...

"Do you mean to tell me that the tests were successful?"

"Yes! Earlier last week, that bunny there had developed a very lethal tumor of a most cancerous kind. I have been submitting him to the test protocol since monday - he's as healthy as a, well, a rabbit!"

"So you finally made it."

"Yes! A cure for cancer! One that works on every kind of cancer, every single time!"

"That's... awesome. What am I saying, awesome? It is fantastic!" Ian was feeling like dancing and kissing Masha, and would have done so if it hadn't been for her next comment.

"Yes. I'll just prepare a document and upload the formula to the Internet. That way everybody will have access to it! Poor countries, rich countries, corporations, individuals... This will change the world, you know?"

Ian didn't respond. Had he heard her correctly? She wanted to upload the formula, make it freely available to every single person in the world. That would mean that he wouldn't be able to make a single cent from it.

"You OK, Ian? You look pale."

"I...", he started, but couldn't really come up with something to say.

"Well, the good thing is that we don't need those birds of prey to finance that. I've already made the arrangements, and since I own the intellectual property, they can't do a thing. We should celebrate! Let me go get the bottle of champagne I was saving." She took off her lab coat, placed it neatly on the back of her chair, and walked towards the house.

Ian was livid. Here he was, with the opportunity of becoming a trillionaire, the richest man in the history of the world, and this naÃ¯ve girl wanted to give it away. For free! His brain started churning. He had to stop her, but how? A dark idea started to form in his mind. It took him a few seconds to come to the nefarious conclusion: he would have to take her out of the picture. She did own the intellectual property, but in the case of her death, he was sure his lawyers could come up with a way of having that transferred to his firm. But her death would have to look like an accident. He started looking around the lab. There ought to be something really poisonous here.

He walked to a large shelf containing many different compounds. He cursed when he noticed the labels were in Russian. But they all had warning symbols, so surely they wouldn't be entirely safe. He found a syringe, and took a small dose from one of them. But would that be poisonous? Enough to kill her? To make sure, he took small measures from seven other bottles, until the syringe was full. He stood there, looking at the clear plastic vial, full of bluish fluid.

"What are you doing, Ian?", she said from behind him.

He turned around as if jolted by a thousand volts, and before either of them could react, he stuck the needle in her neck. He managed to push the plunger about a third of the way when she jumped back, screaming. "What are you doing?! What is that?", she questioned, disbelief and surprise the only emotions in her voice. She was to innocent to be afraid, to naÃ¯ve to be angry. She took the syringe out of her neck and held it in her hand, an inquisitive gaze directed at Ian.

He quickly composed himself. "I'm sorry, Masha, but I simply couldn't let you give away the formula. It will be sold, to major pharmaceuticals, and will make me a fortune. It could have been for you, too, but apparently your interests are different."

"You... you... What is in this syrin- Agh!", she let the syringe fall to the floor, doubling over, her face showing clear signs of pain.

"I'm sorry, really sorry, Masha. You left me no alternative, really."

She groaned, and said between clenched teeth, "What did you inject me with? Tell me!"

"I don't know, I just mixed a few of those compounds you have in that shelf. Is it important?"

"Yes. Yes it is", she said, her voice more at ease, as her body clearly relaxed and her back straightened. "Because I think you made a critical mistake."

Ian looked at her, startled. She suddenly looked fine. But only seconds ago she was bent over with excruciating pain.

"Whatever you injected me with was obviously innocuous, you dimwit", she said, shifting a little bit. She felt slightly different, though. A bit lightheaded. And she could almost swear her clothes felt tighter.

"What do you mean?", asked Ian, growing uneasy. She seemed to be fine, yes, but she also looked... different. What was it?

"I mean, that whatever liquids you chose only gave me some stomach cramps. Yes, they were bad, but definitely non-lethal." She looked him squarely in the eyes, defiance in her glance. Her t-shirt became untucked from her shorts just then, and it had started to feel tighter across her chest.

Ian stood silent. He simply looked at her. He had to do something, but what? And, was it his imagination, or she actually seemed bigger? He dismissed that as his imagination. He spotted a small knife out of the corner of his eye, and grabbed it. He then looked at her again.

Masha's heels had somehow slipped out of her sandals, and she could feel the cold floor of the lab underneath her. She wondered why, but couldn't concentrate on that, not now. Ian was looking at her with murder in his eyes. And her shorts now felt like tights. "What are you doing now? Are you really planning to murder me in cold blood? Think what you do, Ian!"

"I will. I am. Now, I have to finish what I started. Please forgive me. Or don;t, I don;t really care." With that, he launched himself at her, knife held in his hand, teeth gritted.

She shrieked, her first reflex to grab Ian by the wrists. She was starting to regret that idea when suddenly, to both their surprises, she discovered she had moved fast enough to accomplish her instinct: she was holding him by the wrists, tightly. Not only that, she had completely stopped him.

"What the-?" exclaimed Ian, his brain refusing to understand that this tiny, lithe girl had just held him back with only her arms. Tiny? Ian stopped at that. Masha's head usually came up to his chin - now it was all the way up to his nose. And her arms were not precisely lithe; they now showed some clear signs of muscle. He put all his strength and weight behind his knife thrust, making it move slowly towards her neck. Masha struggled to stop him. His motion grew slower, until the knife's tip became still a few inches from her throat. She looked into his eyes. Straight ahead into his eyes. "Oh my God", she said.

Ian was surprised, too. He was looking straight ahead into Masha's eyes - she was as tall as him! They both looked down, and were equally surprised to see that she had not only grown taller in a few seconds, but she had also expanded all over. Her t-shirt was torn, and they both could see a stupendous amount of cleavage that wasn't there before. Her legs were now muscular, but more like those of a snowboarder or speed-skater, rather than those of a dancer. They were also impossibly long. She looked up, and letting go with her right hand, punched her with all her might on the side of the head. He immediately went limp, his hand releasing the knife, his body crumpling underneath him. He wasn't fully unconscious, though, just badly dazed. Masha took a few steps back and looked down at her body again. She was still growing.

Her shoulders were becoming wider, which caused her t-shirt to split on the back. Her breasts were still growing, causing it to split down the front. She was thankful she had not been wearing a bra, otherwise it would have probably digged painfully into her skin. Suddenly she felt a jolt going through her whole body, almost like an electric shock, and her perspective changed almost instantly. She could feel the remaining tatters of her t-shirt fall to the ground. Then the whole sensation stopped. She was breathing heavily, almost panting. She looked in the reflective surface of the genetic sample cooling unit. Her skin was its usual light brown color, her eyes their usual green, her hair its usual brown with golden highlights. Her face was no different and completely unchanged, but her body was another story altogether. Her shoulders were further apart, and showed a healthy amount of muscle. Her arms were not thick, but they certainly showed a few curves and bumps that weren't there before. Her breasts were now the size of melons - and that wasn't an euphemism! - yet they sat pert on her chest, defying gravity. Her abs were clearly defined, and her waist was thin before flaring into hips that were wide enough to give her a nice hourglass figure, but not exaggeratedly so. Her bum was that of a dancer, pert and well-rounded, and her legs were long and muscular. Her shorts had been torn down the sides, and her panties had split, too, so it only took her taking a step for them to fall away, leaving her standing in all her spectacular nakedness.

Ian groaned. His head was pounding, and he still felt dizzy. Masha! Where was she? He struggled to his feet, and shook his head twice to clear it. He couldn't see her. "Damn that girlÂ¨, he said. "But she can't get away from the island, she's trapped here. I'll find her and kill her with my own hands."

"Will you, now?", he heard from behind him. And above. He turned around, and his knees buckled at what he saw. Masha was standing there, her head high above his own, her body a statuesque example of the most astounding perfection, strong and feminine. She must have been around 7' tall, and looked hugely powerful. Ian started to say something "I... I..."

"Oh, shush. I heard what I needed to hear. You piece of scum", she exclaimed as she slapped him brutally, making him fly across the room. He stood up haltingly, his nose bleeding. "My", she said. "I barely swatted at you. I must have gotten really strong. Wonder what else I could do to you?" At this, she started walking towards him, slowly but deliberately, a malicious smile on her lips. Ian panicked, and with a stumbling start began running away from her. He reached the door to the lab, and once on the other side, locked it. He took a few steps back, and looked at the entrance, expectantly. What had he done? He had created a veritable monster! An amazingly hot, stunningly beautiful monster!

"Hmmm, a locked door". came Masha's muffled voice from behind the entrance. "Wonder if it will be able to stop me?" With that, the metal slab groaned and then screamed with the sound of rending steel as it came crashing down, landing mere fractions of an inch in front of Ian. He looked up in terror to see Masha standing there, in all her spectacular nakedness, breasts sitting proudly on her powerful chest, nipples hard with excitement. "Not much of a challenge, was it? Now, where were we?" She lunged towards Ian, grabbing him by the wrist in a steel grip. He yelped at the pain.

"Let me go! Now!", he ordered, with even less conviction than he felt. She only smiled at this, and brought him close to her, the clear difference in their sizes being undeniable, with the Indo-Russian beauty towering over the helpless financeer.

"Tsk, tsk. You shouldn't be afraid, Ian. I only aim to mend our differences and become closer. Here, let me give you a hug." She bent down and embraced him with her powerful arms, effectively immobilizing him. When she stood straight again, his feet cleared the ground, and he was held in her arms as if he were nothing more than a rag doll. Her bountiful bust pressed against him, and he couldn't hide his excitement as his member slowly came alive and pressed against her powerful abs.

"Put me... down, please", he begged, almost on the verge of tears, struggling to breath amidst her powerful embrace.

"Oh, I don;t really think that's what you want, is it?" She let go with one of her arms long enough to squeeze his crotch almost tenderly, making his hardness all the more evident, before hugging him with both arms again. A part of her couldn't help but marvel at the ease with which she could keep him in the air and subdued with only one arm. "No, I guess you really like this, don't you?" She then kissed him, deeply, her tongue probing the farthest reaches of his throat. Ian was turned on to the verge of exploding, all the time remaining in a constant state of fear for his life.

She broke off the kiss, and stared in his eyes, smiling. Slowly, her expression turned into one of sternness. "But, if I remember correctly, you were trying to kill me, weren't you? And it was just lucky that your mixing the genetic reactants accidentally produced some sort of amazon serum, otherwise I'd surely be dead."

He swallowed hard, a ball of ice forming in the pit of his stomach.

"But let's forget about that. You gave me physical power beyond any that of any human being on the planet. It's only fair that I reward you. First off, I'll give you a strong hug!"

Ian started to scream, but Masha's steely embrace expelled all of the air from his lungs before he could so much as peep. Slowly, like a hydraulic press, her arms started to suffocate him. Masha was enjoying this enormously. She wouldn't kill him, at least not at first, but she did intend to have fun with little bastard.

Her arms continued to crush him at a slow, steady pace, when she noticed something: he was becoming heavier. Slowly at first, but at a quickening pace, she was losing her recently acquired strength and size! The formula must have worn off. She remained calm, her strength still enough to hold him, but her diminishing size just about to make his feet touch the ground. Then all of her leverage would be lost. She had to think fast. The formula! The syringe was still in the lab, and two thirds of it were still inside. She gave a jolt with her arms, enough to bring him to the edge of unconsciousness, and then she threw him away before running into the lab again.

Ian landed on his back, winded. He had realized what was going on just as Masha did. He also thought of the formula. If he could get to it before her, and inject himself with it before she did, he could easily snap her in two. After having his way with her, of course. He struggled to his feet, adrenaline bursting through his veins, and he launched himself in pursuit of the former amazon.

Masha reached the lab and sound the syringe. She reached it, and picking it up, stabbed herself on the thigh. She heard Ian come into the lab and yell "No!" just as she was pushing the plunger to the bottom. A fraction of a second after the last drop of formula had abandoned the syringe to enter her veins, she was violently tackled by Ian. The wind knocked out of her lungs, she was rolled ver by the frantic man, fear making his eyes bulge. He saw the empty hypodermic device, and panicking, grabbed her neck with both arms. "No! I'll kill you before you grow!"

Masha was genuinely scared, her neck being relentlessly squeezed by the stronger hands of Ian, his weight pinning her down hopelessly. Her hands clutched uselessly at his wrists, and she was starting to panic, fringes of black appearing at the edge of her vision, when she felt his weight easing up. She managed to smile.

Ian panicked even more when he saw her malicious grin. He could feel her lengthening underneath him, could see her breasts swelling, could perceive her muscles becoming stronger. He clenched his hands harder, but it was useless. The formula had taken effect. Out of desperation, he threw a punch with all his strength towards her head. She was faster, catching his fist in her hand, and slowly crushing his fingers. He screamed, hitting her arm with his free fist, to no avail. She was already stronger than him, and growing stronger by the second. She punched him in the chest, flinging him away from her, his body crashing back in a heap. He was lying there, sprawled on the floor, watching her stand up. His eyes bulged out in disbelief as she attained her titanic dimensions once again, her head slowly inching towards the ceiling, stopping a couple of inches from the ceiling. That mean she was a a tad over 7' tall, and powerful enough to kill him with one hand.

"My, aren't you a naughty little boy", she said in a patronizing tone.

Ian started to scramble away from her, but she was on him in the blink of an eye. Grabbing him by the ankle, she lifted him up as if he were a piece of clothing. "What are you doing? Put me down!", he pleaded.

"Of course I will, sweetie. Just not here. I'm going to have my naughty way with you first. Let's go to the mansion." With that, she tucked him under one of her powerful arms, and started walking towards the house, her powerful legs propelling her effortlessly through the jungle path.

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They reached Ian's master bedroom, a luxuriously appointed chamber on the top floor of the house, with a huge bed clad in the finest Egyptian cotton, and floor to ceiling windows overlooking the jungle and the Pacific Ocean. Masha threw her captive on the bed, and before he had time to react, she pounced on him, pinning him underneath her massive weight, her titanic breasts hanging inches from his face, her naked crotch resting on his stomach.

"Now, little man, how should I deal with you?", asked the seven-foot amazon in innocent tones. "Should I strangle you, as you intended to do to me?", she wondered as her hands wrapped around his neck. Ian froze, to afraid to say or do anything. It was a wonder he hadn't peed himself yet - that was probably due to his raging erection, which Masha had already noticed.

"Perhaps I should smother you with my big, beautiful breasts", she exclaimed playfully as she leaned forward, Ian's face becoming immediately covered in mammary flesh, her nipples tickling his ears. If he weren't so terrified, he might actually admit he was in heaven.

Before he even became short of breath, she sat back. "You know what I'm going to do with you? I'm going to fuck your brains out. All this growing and power have turned me on way too much". He couldn't believe his ears. "Now, I'm going to tear off these clothes from you, and to sit on that meaty pole of yours that has been nudging me ever since I became the amazon I am now. Whether you enjoy it or not, I don't really care - I'm in this ride for my own pleasure. But if you dare to go soft on me, I'll make you experience pain the likes of which you can't even begin to imagine. So, think of cricket. Or baseball, as they do in your country."

With that, she held his wrists in one of her hands while she tore away his clothes effortlessly with the other one. She ripped his denim jeans with just her fingers, as if they were made out of tissue paper. Ian was naked in no time, his tool standing at full attention. "And now, umm", she said, biting her lips, while she slid her womanhood over Ian's expecting shaft. Slowly, inch by inch, she dropped towards him, her body enveloping his meat until she was resting her astonishing weight on his hips.

"Now", she purred, "this princess is going to have her fun. I don;t care what you have to do, but you stay hard, or else."

Ian nodded out of reflex, but was afraid that was a losing battle. She was by far the sexiest woman he had ever been in the presence of. She started her gyrations, slowly at first, but quickening. The view he had was magnificent, her beautiful face framed by her luscious cascades of hair, the hypnotic motion of her bountiful bust, her deep, throaty moans. She was enjoying herself, no doubt, and he was struggling like crazy to block her out of his mind. It was requiring a titanic effort on his part, her smell sending his brain into overdrive, the mere view of her sufficing to push her ever so close to the point of no return. And still he struggled against her motion, focusing more on the pain that her pounding was causing him, thinking of the way she would probably destroy him if he failed to comply to her every whim and desire.

Masha was pounding away, faster and faster, her face frozen in an expression of pure rapture,her moans turning into screams as she approached her own climax. When she came, the univers might as well have come to standstill. Ian's hips were nearly shattered by her incessant pounding, his arms nearly torn from their sockets by her convulsing arms. HE started to relax just then, and said "Uh... I think I'm going to-"

He was cut short by her powerful slap, which rocked his head. "Don't you dare! You won't be done until I say you can be done. Is that clear?"

He looked at her dumbfounded, his climax now a safe distance away, but the pressure building within his testicles reaching painful levels.

"I said, is that clear?", she repeated, a sterner look in her eyes.

"Y-yes", he said, trembling a bit, his erection subsiding a bit, and his gonads acquiring a bluish hue.

"Good. Now, let me freshen up. Unfortunately, I can't trust you not to run away, so..." She picked up the shreds that had been his jeans, and tied his wrist to the bedframe, leaving him almost as if he were crucified, his naked body caressed by the cool breeze. She took a bit of pity on him, and having propped his head up with a couple of pillows, gave him some water from the bottle on the night stand. The afternoon sun was coming in from the windows, and its reflection on the sweaty sheen that covered her skin gave her a radiance that only added to her overall sexiness.

"Now, I believe you can see the shower from here? Yes, that's right. Well, darling, enjoy the show." She stood and sashayed her enormous frame to the shower. It was a luxurious bath, the kind of which is designed to pour water on the bather from the whole ceiling, as if she were in the middle of a tropical rain. The temperature of the water was just perfect, and Masha started slowly soaping herself. The way its transparent walls were positioned, the person inside was in full view from the bed, so Ian was subjected to a spectacular view.

Masha slowly rubbed her enormous breasts, soaping them luxuriously, before moving on to her astonishingly sculpted belly and powerful arms. Every opportunity she had to strike a pose that highlighted her powerful physique was elegantly used by the perfectly tanned beauty. Ian couldn't take his eyes off her, his body growing aroused by the minute watching the lethal beauty in her slow motion dance beneath the cascading water. By the time she stepped out of the shower, his rod was harder than before, if such a thing were possible. Masha stepped to the terrace, standing naked in the sunlight, letting the island's heat and the Pacific's breeze dry her while she slowly and caringly combed her hair. She was such an image of beauty and sexiness, Ian could have orgasmed at any moment just from looking at her. Had this creature really been working in his labs all these months without his noticing?

The Indo-Russian beauty finally stepped inside once again, her mischievous smile lighting up her face completely. "Well, Ian. I hope you enjoyed the view. I don't know, I might even let you come before I kill you."

His expression froze at that comment. "What?!"

She chuckled. "But of course I still intend to kill you. Otherwise you would kill me, as soon as the effects of the formula passed. Don't think I'm so naÃ¯ve as to think that just because you gave me an orgasm - and it was one Hell of an orgasm - I'd forgotten about your nasty intentions."

"You bitch!", he exclaimed and started struggling violently against his restraints. One of them started to make rending noises, but it would be a while before he could free himself.

Masha smiled. "Come on, sweetheart, you'll hurt those dainty little arms of yours. After all, you're not as strong as-" She stopped. Something was wrong. It took just an instant for it to hit her: the effects of the serum had passed!

Ian noticed, and redoubled his efforts against the bindings. She had to think fast. Fortunately, she was smart enough to quickly trace her strategy. She took a vase from a bookshelf, and using all of her dwindling but still considerable strength, smashed it against his temple. He went limp. She approached, and checked his pulse. He was still alive, and would probably be out for a while. She had to hurry if she was to succeed at her plan.

She ran out of the room, towards the lab.

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When she reached the lab, she ran to the syringe. Quickly, her fingers working nimbly, she took a sample of the remains of the formula, and ran it through the analyzer. "Quickly, quickly", she was mumbling to herself. The screen opened an update window. Component Analysis Running. Estimated Time to Completion: 25:12. "Damn!Â¨, she said out loud. She couldn't do anything but wait. Unless...

She approached the shelf where the isotopic genetic modifiers that Ian had used in the mixture were kept. She saw seven bottles were missing, and she turned to the table behind her. Aha! So those were the components he had used. Now, she only had to mix them in a syringe, and her own version of the formula would be complete. It was not ideal, and there was some risk she might miss an ingredient if Ian had simply used it and returned the bottle to its place. She glanced at the screen. Estimated Time to Completion: 22:47. No, the clumsy bastard surely wouldn't have done that, would he? She had to take the risk. And then, Ian would see what Hell was really like.

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He woke up, slowly coming to. By now he had suffered so many blows to the head, it was a wonder he even knew who he was. And that he remembered he was in an island. And that he remembered he had just been subjected to the most intense sex in his life. And that... Masha had left the room and was nowhere to be seen. His heart sank when he realized what was she probably up to. He began fighting with all his might against his bindings, focusing on the one that had already begun to tear. It took him a few minutes, but he finally managed to free his left hand. He started fighting against the other binding, using his fingers, nails, even his teeth, in order to tear it.

It took slightly longer than the other one, but finally it broke. He was free! Without stopping to get dressed, he ran towards the laboratory. Just as he was getting closer, he stopped dead on his tracks. What was he doing, rushing like that into the room? If she had managed to replicate the formula, she might already be a giant amazon, in which case he was better off hiding somewhere. But if she was still normal, he could probably surprise and overpower her. Either way, his entry into the laboratory required stealth. He went around the building, and went into the service shed that was next door. There, he fiddled with a panel, until he managed to unlock his secret entrance to the lab. It wasn't originally a secret entrance, but he had asked the architect to hide it once it was completed, as he didn't really enjoy the design. His shallowness was proving a boon now.

Sliding a secret panel as quietly as he could, he peeked into the lab. There she was, still naked, still beautiful - only human-looking instead of resembling a goddess. She was working on the far end of the room, her back to him, as she was positioned in such a way that she could keep an eye on the entrance. So, she was expecting him. Well, she was in for a surprise.

He creeped towards her, silently, stopping only to grab a small water bootle. When he was exactly behind her, he could see what she was doing. She was finishing to fill up a syring that was twice as large as the previous one. God, if she were to inject herself with all of its contents at once, she would probably grow twice as big - or the effect could be much longer. He couldn't afford any.

"OK", she said softly to herself. "Now, to get rid of that cunt once and for all." She took the syringe in her right hand and was about to stab herself with it, when Ian struck her on the side of the head with the water bottle. The syringe fell from her hands, and she crumpled to the ground, her lithe 5'5" form sprawling naked on the cold floor. She raised her head, tears welling up her eyes, looking confused.

Ian was standing over her, the syringe with the serum in his hands. "So, you were planning on getting rid of me once and for all, eh? Well, I guess we're about to experience a quite delicious role reversal, wouldn't you say?" He chuckled as he stabbed himself with the needle, pushing the plunger to the bottom of the vial. The whole formula was now in his veins. "Now, I think you're in for a little treat, my girl."

Masha looked up in horror as his 6'1" frame slowly rose, his muscles expanding. A pair of massive pectorals soon covered his chest, and his abs were a collection of rounded rocks, perfectly sculpted. His arms would have been the envy of any football player, and still they grew. His head was now approaching the ceiling, with no signs of stopping. His shoulders were now wider than Masha was tall, and seemed powerful enough to knock down buildings. He had been laughing all the time, his voice lowering until it had acquired a rumbling bass note that sent chills down her spine. The infusion of power had excited him tremendously, and his member had grown longer, thicker, harder. It was now a good fourteen inches long, and as thick as a soda can. His head had already reached the 7'1" mark where Masha had stopped growing - and still he grew. By the time the process was done, Masha was lying at the feet of an 8'4" giant with muscles bigger than those of a professional bodybuilder and certainly more powerful looking, and with a 16" erection that seemed quite capable of drilling holes through brick walls.

He looked down at her. "Well, thank you for this, my lady. And now, I have a condition you will have to help me with. It's called blue-balls."

She screamed and scramble to her feet, lunging towards the door. It was no match. He had simply stooped and grabbed her by the waist, putting her on his shoulder, and heading towards the mansion.

Just then, the computer beeped. The screen showed the words: Analysis Complete. Number of Components Found: 8. Press Enter to View List.

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Ian thundered into the vast living room. The floor was carpeted here, and the high ceilings allowed him to stand to his full height without feeling claustrophobic. He unceremoniously threw Masha to the ground. "Now, we are going to finish what you didn't le me before, you cunt."

"No, Ian, please! Don't! You're too large! You'll tear me apart!", she pleaded, tears in her eyes.

"Shut up! You'll do as I say! Now, start by sucking!"

She looked down the barrel of his enormous pole. It was thicker than her arm, the head the size of a softball, pointing right between her breasts, he was so tall. Timidly, she grabbed the shaft. Her hands were simply too small to encircle it completely, and there was no way she would be able to put the thing in her mouth. He twisted his hips, hitting her with his member square across the face, making her fall down. "What, my dick is too big for you? If you can't suck, lick, and do it fast before I lose my patience!"

She stood up again, took hold of his zeppelin sized penis, and started licking for all it was worth. "Ah, yes...", he said, an ecstatic grin spreading over his lips, his eyes closed. "Yes, that's it. I almost feel lightheaded. You're good, you slut!"

Masha noticed something, then. His member was becoming slightly easier to hold. Could it be? Without stopping her ministrations, she looked at the giants head. It was very slowly creeping towards her. Slowly, but surely, the giant was shrinking. But how could this be? Not one to question her good fortune, she struggled to keep him from noticing as long as possible - he was still well capable of splitting her in half if he so wished. She started slowly bending at the waist and knees, in order to keep her face level with the diminishing giant's shrinking tool. His eyes were still closed, he was enjoying himself so much. Masha then distractedly took the whole of his dick in her mouth, and started sucking. She suddenly realized what she had done, and horrified looked up at Ian's face. But he was so lost in bliss, he hadn't made the mental connection of what her being able to fit his whole schlong in her mouth implied.

Ian was smiling, already thinking of his next move. "Now, little woman, prepare to feel me fill you with my massive-" He had opened his eyes, but his brain was failing to understand what was going on. Masha didn't look as small as she was supposed to. In fact, he was just realizing, she was now quite capable of sucking the whole of his penis. Had she grown again? But how, without the formula? Then it struck him. He was shrinking!

"You bitch! You made a formula with less duration!" He pushed her away, and he looked down at himself. Something was wrong.

Masha stood up, and immediately realized something that made her smile triumphantly. Ian looked at her, and almost fainted. She was almost the same size as him! But if she hadn't grown and he was the one shrinking, that meant that he had shrunk beyond his original 6'1"! He was now closer to Masha's 5'5". To make matters worse, his muscle mass was diminishing accordingly. By the time the process stopped, he was slightly shorter than her, around 5'3", and probably just as strong. "You bitch! You tricked me!"

Anger clouded her eyes, and she slapped him hard enough to turn his head. Then, she smiled. "You would think that, wouldn't you? No, to tell you the truth, I am very surprised - and grateful - about the result. I probably had a slight variation in the formula." She put her hand on his chest and pushed him hard. He fell on his ass, looking at her with a betrayed look in his eyes.

"Imagine that," she said laughing, "if you had arrived at the lab five minutes later, you would probably have found me turned into a four and a half foot tall pygmy! Thank my lucky stars once again." He stood up. Masha was looking down at him. She gently grabbed his face. "Ah, to think it could be you in utter control of the situation right now... How does it feel to have had such power and lose it, and then lose whatever little advantage you had over me? What does it feel", she continued while she grabbed his dick, "not being allowed to come, to have had the power and the equipment to ravish me and now to be simply unable?"

He pushed her, and she took a step back. Quickly composing herself, she slapped him again. When his face turned towards her again, there was a look of horror in his eyes. He was shrinking again. "Oh, please no!", he pleaded, to no avail.

Masha smiled as she saw his frame diminish in size, growing smaller and smaller, until he stopped. He came up to her nipples, so he must have been slightly over 4'2". "My, oh my, aren't we tiny?" She laughed and stood next to him, towering over him like never before. "Look at you, you're no bigger than a little boy!"

Ian had to crane his neck back in order to see her face. She was so much taller than him! He was genuinely scared now. Had the formula finally stopped working? Would he keep shrinking? "Help me, please!", he begged Masha.

She just smiled at him. "But honey, you were not about to help me when I was smaller, were you? Au contraire, you were more than ready to physically torture me and then kill me. Perhaps I should do the same, don;t you think?" She grabbed his face with her hand, softly but firmly and bent over to look him in straight in the eye. "Consider yourself lucky if I let you go without so much as maiming you, love", she said. She then kissed him like earlier that same day - God, it felt like ages ago! - sensually, hungrily, demonstrating the power over him tha could only come from her femininity. When she broke off, he was once again hard as a rock. "Aw, poor thing. And still, you haven't come! You must be feeling terrible."

He was. He had a mounting pressure in his crotch that was turning into something simply unbearable. Plus, he had this sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach... "Oh, Hell", he moaned.

Masha looked at him and started giggling "Oh, my!", she exclaimed. He was again shrinking, slowly but surely. The look of dismay on his face was absolute. She was becoming ever so larger than him. At this rate, he wouldn't be able to defend himself from her in any way. He stopped shrinking at 3'1", his head slightly above her crotch.

"Well, this gets more and more fun with every passing minute!", she exclaimed. "I believe by now the difference in our respective strengths is such that I could easily treat you to an embrace like the one I gave you earlier, remember? Wanna try?"

Ian panicked. She was genuinely behaving like a psycho. It never occurred to him that he had triggered the whole ordeal. Right now, his brain zeroed in and focused on a single idea: getting the hell away from her. Before she could react, he dashed towards the door, and ran outside. Masha was caught off guard, but her longer legs allowed to quickly start gaining ground on him. Ian was frantic. He had to get away from her, and find a way of stopping and reverting this shrinking process. He couldn't go to the lab, though, not now - she would surely corner him there and then he would be finished.

"There you are! Come here, you little bastard!", she yelled, her footsteps getting alarmingly closed. Ian made a right angle cut that would have made a professional running back proud. For once his smaller mass worked to his advantage, as he was able to twist and swerve much faster than Masha. She was agile, though, and would soon catch him unless he thought of something fast. He turned his head and saw the perfect hiding place: the jungle. But it was crazy. It was full of dangerous animals, which only the ultrasound barriers surrounding the compound kept away. And at his size, even a dog could pose a threat, let alone one of the jaguars he knew were somewhere out there. But it was also full of hiding places.

"Why are you still running? There's no way you can escape, doll." Masha was again dangerously close. Ian made up his mind, and dived towards the undergrowth, running blindly, leaves and twigs scratching his small naked body.

Masha halted at the edge of the jungle. "Oh, hell. Finding his tiny ass there will be difficult, to say the least." She took a few steps into the thick growth, only to realize it was pointless after a few steps. "Ian!", she called. "Come on, Ian! Would you rather face me, or a jungle full of wild things?" Silence. She paced a bit more, then looked west, towards the ocean. The sun was starting to set. In an hour or so it would be dark, and then there was no chance of her finding the little fugitive. She turned around and went back towards the mansion.

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The following morning found Ian walking tiredly through the rainforest. He was harried, a myriad small cuts and bruises covering his naked body. After running from Masha, he had reached a small creek, and crossed it, only to find that at his reduced size, the water came up to his waist. To make matters worse, he shrunk again before making it to the other side, which made the climb up the other shore a strenuous ordeal. He was now two feet tall, and scrawny. He had managed to snatch sleep for a few hours, but it had been restless, waking up every few minutes at some new sound. He didn't know what he was more afraid of: wild animals, or Masha. Even worse, he now realized that perhaps the only person in the whole wide world with the necessary knowledge to restore him to his proper size was her. He had to find a way of negotiating with her, make sure that she would actually help him, instead of killing him or keeping him as her pet.

He approached a clearing with a pond. He was starving - another reminder that he simply couldn't stay out here for the long run. It would have been difficult when he was 6'1", athletic, and with equipment. At 2' tall, the muscles of a child, and buck naked, his survival chances were dropping with every passing minute. He had made up his mind: he would wash himself up, then make his way back to the mansion, and beg for his life, and his size. Seldom had he been faced by such an unappealing process, but there simply was no alternative.

He stood at the pond's edge. Kneeling down, he scooped some cold water in his hands and splashed it on his face. Then he proceeded to scrub himself down as much as he could. He was about to be finished, when something caught his attention. There was no sound of birds, nor of monkeys. In fact, the jungle's usual sounds had stopped, fading into a far background. He twisted his head, alarmed, and then he saw the cause: a jaguar was standing a couple of yards away, eyes fixed on him, fangs on full display. A low, deep sound came from the creature, like the baritone version of a cat's purr.

Ian felt like crying. He couldn't run away - this wasn't Masha, but a creature perfectly adapted to the jungle, who could surely catch up with him in a second or two, and kill him. And yet, if he stood his ground, the big cat need only pounce on him and he was done for. This was the end. To think that not 24 hours ago he had been discussing with some investors whether or not they would help him bankroll his path into becoming a trillionaire, and now he stood naked and miserable in a jungle, reduced in size and strength, waiting to be mauled to death by a wild animal.

The jaguar coiled its body: it was readying itself to pounce on Ian. Soon everything would be over. He fell to his knees, eyes closed, and waited for the killing bite. He heard the jaguar roar, a few thuds, and a something scurrying into the underbrush. Then, nothing happened.

He opened his eyes, and saw two feet. Two enormous feet.

Two very feminine, enormous feet. He looked up. And up. And up. Masha was standing there, smiling at him. "Hello, love", she beamed. "I finally found you, and it seems not a second too soon."

Ian fell back, still frozen. She was gigantic - larger even than yesterday! His first thought was that he had shrunk yet again, but a glance to his surroundings told him that wasn't the case. No, Masha had turned into a veritable giantess. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times, but no sounds came out of it.

"Oh, I know what you're wondering, dear. Fifteen feet. Well, a bit over that, but who's keeping track?" She bent down and grabbed him with one hand. Her fingers surrounded him, and he was lifted up as if he were nothing more than a doll. Her muscles were back, but her increase in size made them appear all the more massive. And so were her tremendous breasts. The two proud orbs were each larger and more massive than Ian. She brought him up to her face, and smiled. "Do you like this, hun?"

"How...", but that was all he could say. He was simply too astonished by this recent development. Fifteen feet! And she looked every bit as fantastically sexy as she had the day before, perhaps even more so.

"How? Easy. When I got back to the laboratory, the sequencer had finished decomposing the first formula. I set it then to decompose the second one, and once I had both serums broken down into their original ingredients, I could understand what had happened exactly, and why. You see, the second serum, the one I mixed, was missing an ingredient, which in essence made my body tolerate the formula you mixed accidentally."

She started walking, her tremendous legs moving them along at what seemed a breakneck speed to Ian but which was no more than a leisurely stroll for her. "You see, both formulas could make us grow, as you now know. The problem is that the second one, lacking the, er, stabilizer, made your body react to it as if to an allergen. So, as a reaction to the growth, it started contracting. And contracting. And contracting, until you ended up being this cute little thing that fits in the palm of my hand."

They reached the mansion, its lush green gardens spreading before them, the palatial pool off to one side. A huge rock was resting on the middle of the garden, massive. It was almost as tall as Masha, which made it look like a mountain to him - a huge, granite mountain. He didn't remember that rock being there. "So, I replicated the formula, took away a couple of ingredients that were inert and not having an effect on us whatsoever, and then tweaked it a little bit."

Masha walked towards the pool, and set Ian down on the ground next to her. She then stood up straight, towering over him like a building, her splendidly sculpted legs seeming to go on forever until they met at her astounding hips, way above his head. "So, the bad news is, you are stuck like that. Once your body created the defenses and antibodies to fight away the formula, we could keep giving it to you forever, and it would have as big an effect as a teaspoon of salt in the ocean."

She sat down on the grass, her legs surrounding him, her crotch just a step from him, the effect of its aroma coupled to her unbearable sexiness and the sheer exuberant physical power she possessed was enough to make him absolutely excited. Her size was so massive, even sitting down her gargantuan breasts were high above his head. "You like what you see, don't you, love?", she said with a playful grin. "Well, you're going to like this better, then. I tweaked the formula, as I mentioned. Now, I stand 15'4" tall, and I'm strong enough to lift and carry that 55 ton piece of granite you see there all the way from the beach."

He looked at her, his eyes expressing a disbelief he dared not utter out loud. She looked at him, then stood up, walked towards the rock, and simply lifted it. Just like that. It might as well have been a big marshmallow for all the effort it took. Without putting it down, she turned around to look at him. She smiled, and the tossed it to the side. The ground shook with its fall with enough force to be felt by Ian, several paces away. If she was strong enough to do that, she could easily kill him with her fingers alone. Now both of them were aware of this.

She came back, and sat on the edge of the pool, motioning Ian to come closer. He dared not disobey this goddess, so he meekly and wordlessly complied. "So, tall, strong, beautiful, sexy... what's not to like?", she questioned him, teasingly. He couldn't take his eyes off her luscious, tanned skin. She was positively glowing under the morning sunlight. "You'll like this better. The new formula improved my eyesight by a good margin. My other senses - hearing, smell, and so - are also now quite heightened. My reflexes are three to four times faster than a normal person. And my intelligence, which was quite impressive to begin with, is simply unparalleled now."

Ian was standing there, simply in awe at Masha's magnificence. He's bad luck had been the catalyst, but it was her natural genius what had allowed her to become the living, breathing goddess she now was. He wished she decided to keep him alive, if only to be able to stand close to her glorious presence forever. His male member was standing at rigid attention, and her whole body was focused on her. She looked down at him, smilingly magnanimously. "The best part? My body now produces pheromones that make me simply the most overwhelmingly attractive female you can behold. If we couple that with the difference in our sizes, your brain must be frying with desire for me now, isn't it, love?"

He simply nodded, an awed expression covering his face. "Good luck I can control that at will, otherwise you would be pretty useless as a slave", she said. His head cleared a bit just then. A slave? Well, that wasn't right, was it? "And there is simply nothing you can do about it, you see", she said, lowering her face towards him. "Not only am I superhumanly strong, gigantic, with senses that perceive everything, smarter than a hundred geniuses, and what effectively is mind control over your puny male brain." She smiled at him. "This... all of this...", she whispered, "is permanent. The last modification I did to the formula was to make sure the effects wouldn't pass after a while like before. And like your shrinking, it is irreversible".

She stood up, stepped into the large swimming pool, and lowered her magnificent body into it, causing a wave of overflow to almost wash Ian away. "So, let's now enjoy life. Because, you know, love, that's the only thing I intend to do from now onwards." At that, she stretched her arm, grabbed him by the waist like before, and brought him to the pool. "Let's see how good you are at pleasuring me at this size. And who knows", she winked an enormous eye at him, "if you do a good job, I might finally let you come."

EZFit Supplements Chapter 5 - Bulging Becca Pt. 1

thesabre — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 17:32:50 +0000

"Come on, do it," she practially begged in her high, sing-songy voice. "Go ahead, swing!"

Theo hefted the Lousiville Slugger in his hands cautiously, as if weighing it, and his decision, before the strike. He wrapped his hands firmly around the base, and swung the head of the heavy wooden bat over his shoulder, as if ready to knock a home run out of the park. His young girlfriend beamed at him, a big, beautiful white smile gracing her angelic face. Contrary to everything he had experienced with Becca in their nearly year long relationship, her delicate femininity stopped right there, at her diminutive chin. Hulking ominously below, thick and sickly inflated, was a body like none he had ever seen, not even in 'The Hulk' with all of the CGI that a special effects lab could muster could a teenaged girl possibly look this montstrously, hugely muscular, veiny, and ripped to shreds.

"You're sure, Becca?" he whispered, excited and simultaneously repulsed in a strange way he couldn't quite comprehend. His girlfriend's astounding physique was at the same time staggering, gag-inducing and inviting, different to the scope of being from another world yet provocative in a strange way that confused and simultaneously frustrated him.

Every inch of Becca's nubile, young body was exploding with intense, rippling, sickengingly swollen and flowing muscles, even evident to the eye by the bulges beneath the tiny bits of fabric that remained from the shards of what had been a one piece electric blue swimsuit. The suit had been ravaged by her phenomenal, instantaneous growth, the odd bulges and anti-feminine swells of her suddenly Amazonian body bursting and ripping the lycra fabric into only a bandeau-type top that strained to cover her hulking lumps of chest-meat and was torn down to a set of strings to contain her melon-sized, striated butt cheeks. He stared, noticing with shock that her ass, usually rounded, tight, and firm, had been transformed into squared, angular, thick mounds of meat that squirmed and solidified, shifting with ugly, feathered striations, with each sway of her tiny hips.

"Yes! Do it!" Becca exclaimed, much more excited than Theo. She put her hands behind her head, twining her tiny fingers in her short, layered brunette hair, grasping the ponytail she had put in before her gymnastics practice earlier, and exhaled audibly, her mouth forming a tiny circle as she blew every bit of breath out of herself. Her proudly standing breasts flattened out as she stretched backwards, reforming into c-cups of frightening, granite squared muscle as she curled in, concentrating as much as she could on her corrugated-steel stomach, willing her thick abdomen into formed granite.

Her midsection rumbled, swelling and bulging in mere seconds before Theo's immediately popped-open eyes, into a landscape of carved, bronzed marble. Her already cut, cubical abdominal muscles expanded by multiple inches and settled into a mountainous expanse of sickening, inch thick veins and bulges of bulbuous, thick muscle. Becca gasped a little at the sight of herself, astounded by the simple movement and the resultant explosion of meat-bubbles of protruding muscles on her once flat, completely femininely toned stomach.

"Oh my God, Theo!" she whispered, staring at her swollen, waffled abdominal column as she began to twist slightly. The teen's staggering abs obliged her whim, the cubes of muscle shifting against one another, veins swimming across her forcibly taut, shiny skin like tiny worms. Becca giggled nervously, admiring her super-heroish, bulging stomach with a bit of trepidation. Her astonishing midsection looked like nothing she had ever seen before on anyone, much less a teenaged gymnast.

He swung the bat, Becca's over-excited eyes following its arc on its' path to her bulging, waffle-cone ridged stomach. Her eyes grew wide in anticipation and a bit of fright as Theo swung the thick piece of lumber, hard - her hulking, unbelievably muscular body was blatant evidence of her newfound strength and outrageous development, but Becca had only been transformed into a teenaged muscle-queen a mere half hour ago. This would be the first real test of her blown-out, musclebound physique.

The edge of the slab of wood hit true, meeting thick, swollen girl-meat with a loud smack from the acceleration fed power of the swing itself, and bounced back harmlessly in subservience to Becca's abdominal wall of racked iron pool-balls. Becca barely felt the impact at all, just a quick brush of contact like someone had lightly patted her stomach. A wide smile lit her face as she thought deeper on her impenetrable, invulnerable pack of stomach muscles, of how strong she must be now, to take a fully swung bat in the stomach and not even really feel it due to her armor plating of thick, unyielding meat.

"Oohh.........HARDER," she started with a whisper that ended up in a throaty, husky, yet excitedly squeaky demand as one small hand explored the start of her amazing, popping abdominals, protruding with her persistent flexing under stretched skin like a shelf underneath the saran-wrap like, nearly see through fabric that remained to tie a cute, absurdly feminine bandeau-top plastered atop cubed, razor edged blocks of thick, hard, bulging muscle-meat.

Her head was tilted back sultrily, her dark-lashed eyes closed, pink lips pulled up in a lucious smile, as she ran her hand down stony cube upon quivering cube of her abdominal column. The arch of her back stretched the individual, lumpy masses out, but still in complete unflexion they rose, stretching bronzed, tight skin with no trace of fat, like cobblestones, the grooves in between her unnatural twelve pack stomach muscles still an inch thick and beginning to be coated with a vast, multiplying spiderwebbing of veins that rose in thicker cables from the tiny triangle of her make-shift panties, which just barely covered the visible lips of her womanhood, cowering underneath a strange, drumhead bulge of muscle right at the hem.

"I'm SO jacked! God, my stomach is so amazingly hard, SOLID...." the transformed teen exclaimed sexily with a wide smile on her young face. The feeling of being so muscular, invincible to the full swing of the bat, fulfilled her in ways she had never experienced. The feeling of hard, strong, explosive muscle against her palms was strange, new, powerul, and ultimately very erotic.

She looked up from her amazing musculature with glee to her boyfriend, which quickly turned to disappointment as Becca noticed his eyes were wide in shock and a look of disgust was now on his face, jaw agape. Becca noticed he was extremely pale, as if he had seen a ghost, and there were red blooms on his cheeks. "What's wrong, Theo?" Becca asked, the disappointment evident in her quavering voice.

Theo, wide eyed and mouth open, looked up and down at the muscular behemoth that just yesterday had been his lithe, gorgeous young gymnast girlfriend. He had delighted in her taut, tight and athletic body many a night over the last two years - they had never gone all the way, but hours of making out in their underwear had made him an expert on Becca's every supple inch, from her firm, toned legs to her flat stomach with the undeniably cute line of definition that ran right down the middle, intersecting her belly button, to her tight upper arms and built shoulders. He liked her built, somewhat stacked, even, but this.... this was too much for him.

What had been defined was now bigger, quirky, bulging, what had been taut was now concrete hard, swollen, and covered with veins. His athletic, five-foot tall hardbodied girlfriend had been transformed somehow into a monster, a muscle-freak, an abomination of nature.

"You're just.... just too big, Becca, I can't be seeing a sideshow freak - Everyone'll think I'm a closet fag, you know, ... making out and touching hard muscles like you've got now...." he could feel the words coming out of him, uncontrolled, like a stream of consciousness piece, and knew he could not stop it from happening, due to the shock of the whole weird situation.

"It would be like dry-humping a piece of beef jerky," he finished, laughing harshly with increasing nervousness as he, looking down to her, saw Becca's body begin to expand, her angrily clenched fists starting a muscular nuclear chain reaction up her bloated, swollen arms, her neck cording, her thick traps bulging ominously, dangerously.

His ill-conceived laugh cut off abruptly at the sight of his girlfriend's already beyond description muscles swelling, growing impossibly larger still as she tensed up. His jaw dropped for what must have been the hundredth time that night as he witnessed her vascularity go off like a bomb - those that had been visible had been engorged, bulging from her rock hard body in thicknesses of inches, and her entire skin became covered, crawling with new veins and arteries of varying sizes, pumping blood to and from her massive, skin straining physique.

"You FUCKER!" Becca spat, her eyes tearing up at his complete and utter rejection of her new body, her whole self a writhing ball of angry, lumpy, rigid muscles. Veins sprang out anew across her barrel neck and horrifyingly swollen, beef-injected chest with her abrupt exclamation. Theo took a quick step back in outright fear of his girlfriend's impossibly massive, muscle-bound physique and what it could obviously and easily do to him. In her sudden anger, Becca moved quickly to occupy the vacated space, sensing his fear as well as reading it outright on his face alongisde his also obvious disgust.

"You know I didn't ask for this," she burst out, fresh tears welling her in her eyes and falling slowly over the delicate curve of her prominent cheekbones. She ran a tiny hand, open-palmed, down the front of her bulging, armor plated stomach. "But this is the way I am now, and that's how you're going to treat me?" Becca sniffled slightly, and then realized that she had all the power in this situation due to her tremendous growth and newfound strength.

Becca wanted desperately to intimidate him, to make him feel small for his hurtful words that had caused her tears, so she flexed her huge biceps inches from his face. Her arm swelled surprisingly and alarmingly fast, ballooning to the size of a grapefruit instantly, hardening to steel. She smiled down now at the bulging ball of meat, her tears drying up as she began admiring its size, denisty, and the thick veins that ran along the rocky, striated edges of her boulder of bicep. Theo stared at his girlfriend's pumped up and bloated, shredded biceps, a look of disappointment on his face as she roughly took one of his hands in her now unbreakable, iron grip and placed it on top of the writhing, vascular swell of her prodigiously muscled arm.

"Feel that, Theo?" Becca cooed, the caught in the headlights, grimacing look of her newly ex-boyfriend turning her on even more, making her lust powerfully for more hugely bulging, freakish muscles with which to disgust and taunt him - how dare that little shit! She vowed to herself just at that moment as she continued to pump her meaty biceps, that they would continue to be boyfriend and girlfriend, whether he liked it or not, because now she was the one in control - her new, unabashedly and unnaturally muscular young body gave her a boost of confidence that bordered on madness - Becca felt invincible with her new, meat-bubbled, outrageous armor. She looked down and giggled at the sight of Theo's hand, looking very small atop the now honeydew-sized ball of muscle atop her hulking triceps horseshoes.

"I'm better than ever, you weak, selfish fuck," she cooed, whispering, knowing he had no choice but to listen until she saw fit. "I'm so pumped up and strong, filled to the brim with these amazing, huge muscles, no one can hurt me, ever, and especially not YOU." she finished with a gorgeously confident smile while at the same time making her biceps muscle twitch and swell and recede under Theo's hand, which he was desperately trying to remove from her impossible, blown-out arm to no avail as he gagged at his forced encounter with hot liquid female steel. With no effort at all Becca pumped the sickeningly hard ball of meat, making sure he felt her raw power and strength throughout her bodacious biceps.

"And these abs, they're even harder than my arms, Theo," she continued, a mad smile on her beautiful face. Becca wrenched his arm backwards awkwardly, causing Theo to whimper slightly, and placed it on the bulge of her unflexed abdominal wall, right below the swell of her pecs and the straining fabric covering them. "Think about it, my stomach is so strong it took your swing of a baseball bat, Theo! It's like STEEL!" she cooed and then flexed hard, her stomach metamorphosing into a mind-melting, inches thick six-pack. Becca giggled, thoroughly enjoying the simultaneous looks of digust and fear on Tom's face as she forced his shaking hand over each and every bulge of bubbling abdominal muscle, and over the smaller roadbumps of the veins that had sprung from her crotch and chest to snake over the bulging terrain of her mannishly built, thickly muscled midsection.

"Now, Theo, you're going to worship these big, bulging muscles of mine, and you're going to like it," Becca growled the end part dangerously, smirking upwards at her boyfriend as she was simultaneously moving his hand from stone abdominal swells to one bulbous, veiny muscle-tit, forcing him to feel the weight of the stacked, squared up pectoral muscles that were backing perky, small globes of breast inside the saran-wrap like fabric of her ragged top.

"You're going to feel every inch of these new, big breasts, and you're going to tell me how much you like them," Becca continued, rubbing his frozen, stiff hand around her bullet-shaped, aroused nipple. Her breathing quickened, and suddenly Theo felt his hand filled with hot, hard, naked female breast as Becca flexed involuntarily with a cute sigh, the resultant eruption of a single pectoral mass finally doing in the remainder of her blue leotard top with a violent surge of unyielding muscle against instantly disentregating fabric.

"Ooooohhhh......oops!" she said breathily, continuing to hold him against the bloated, newly over-grown pectoral muscle, coyishly covering her naked nipple with his resisting yet ultimately weak hand.

"Well, this won't do!" she whined in an excessively animated way, clearly enjoying her dominant control in the situation. "I'm naked way too early in this entire situation, Theo, and I don't think you've earned the right to see this body in its full glory yet," she continued, and brutally ripped his hand from her thick pec, wrenching his wrist painfully as he dropped to his knees on the ground in front of the teenaged amazon, relieved to be let loose by his musclebound, crazed girlfriend for the moment. He looked up fearfully, eyes tracing her impossibly mountainous calves and enormously thick, diamond-cut quads to her tiny makeshift panties, stretched oddly over the bottom-most bulges of her insane, vein splattered abdominals.

She turned from him, causing an eruption of swollen muscles in her thighs and hamstrings, opening up her dresser drawer, and began pulling out bikini tops, throwing three nonchalantly over her pumpkin-sized, twitching shoulder until she found the one she wanted.

"I just bought this at the end of the summer for next year, hoping I'd fill out a bit in the chest, isn't that just too funny?" Becca giggled, beaming, one thick, bulging arm covering her prodigious chest from his view as she dangled the tiny, brilliantly pink bikini top in front of him teasingly.

"But I don't think it'll fit right now," she laughed, looking downward to her canyon of meat cleavage pushed upwards ever so slightly by the swells of cords of forearm muscle cradling her massive mammaries from underneath. A flash of inspiration hit her as she looked down to Theo, who was cowering at her feet like a small disciplined child, trying not to look at her extreme physical development.

"Take off your shirt, Theo," she said sternly. Theo thought to protest, but knew it might mean disaster. Better to wait for an opportunity to escape while she was distracted, he thought, or to wait out until her parents finally arrived home and cry for help. Reluctantly, her grabbed the hem of the tight Abercrombie tshirt and peeled it off of his athletic yet thin thin body, holding it out to her with one hand, head dropped in shame at his complete and total lack of any sort of power here in his girlfriend's bedroom. He stared at the ground, humiliated, as Becca plucked the tshirt primly from his hand.

"And put this on," Becca continued, beginning to giggle hysterically, as she dropped the tiny bikini top into his hand.

"By the looks of your body, we could probably enter you in a bikini contest, couldn't we? Would you like that Theo? You've got all the right, hot, girlish, curves," she giggled, and pulled his shirt over her head, making sure to lift her ponytail free. Somehow she squoze her titanticly thick arms through the tight armholes, and pulled the shirt down over her angular, melon-sized breasts. The centered eagle on the shirt was disformed by the odd stretches and swells required to clothe her bursting, grotesquely built upper body.

What had fit well on Theo's slight frame was now painted on Becca's outrageously muscular physique, seams set to rupture with her slightest movement. The sleeves, stretched to the tearing point, barely covered the top half of the cap of her huge deltoids, the majority of the length of fabric bunched in around her bulky traps and bullish neck. The bottom hem of his straining shirt was cinched tight right underneath her massive cannons of pectoral muscle and breast, her drumhead tight, bubbling abdominal muscles on sickening open display under the shelf of barely-covered cubic girl-meat. Theo shuddered, topless, as Becca looked down to him, eyes glittering with the excitement of muscles and their resultant control and power.

"I said put it on, Theo," Becca said softly and dangerously, and Theo heard a slight tear from his overtaxed, straining tshirt with only her slight tightening of her chest and traps with annoyance.

"Please Becca, don't make me do this," he began, eyes still down on the floor with the pink bikini top held up in one limp hand, "please don - " his breath being abruptly cut off as he felt a vice grip close on his throat and lift him skywards.

"Okay, okay," he choked out in defeat, and Becca, with insane speed, dropped him to the ground again. Shuddering, head down to the ground again, Theo slipped his arms through the straps of the bikini top, clipping it fastened in the back with no small amount of difficulty. The deflated bikini cups lay flat against his rail-thin chest as she smiled her approval to his forced subservience.

The Magic Stone Part 1

Jenmen23 — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 02:06:37 +0000

Tracy was on her way to work on a beautiful fall morning. Tracy worked at a large insurance firm in upstate New York. As she walked the final few meters to her destination she stumbled on her high heel shoe. She looked down to recover the shoe and found a light blue stone glowing in the early morning sunshine. She examined the stone and thought that it was quite interesting. She put it into her pocket and continued into the building. Tracy entered the elevator and selected the floor she worked on. She waited as the elevator zoomed up to the 20th floor. She wlaked out and proceded to the office she worked in. As usual Tracy was first to arrive. Now she had time to sit and relax. She took out the peculiar stone and grasped it in her fingers. She admired its beauty and how it shone. She was awaken from her trance when she heard a knock at the door. She arose to open it and in walked in Sonia.

â€œHelloâ€ She greeted Sonia.

Sonia gave a shrug and proceeded to her office. Tracy was Soniaâ€™s secretary and disliked how Sonia bossed her around all the time. Tracy followed Sonia to her office.
â€œWould you like a coffee?â€ asked Tracy.

â€œNoâ€ replied Sonia, â€œWhat do you have there?â€ Sonia noticed the blue stone in Tracyâ€™s hand.

â€œOh, nothing I just found this outside.â€ Replied Tracy.

She quickly hurried out and returned to her desk. There was another knock at the door. It was Andy. Andy was a partner of Sonia for work, but currently they had a thing going.

Andy ignored Tracy and headed for Soniaâ€™s office.
Andy was huge. He was 6â€™3â€ with large muscles and wavy brown hair. He had a great smile and a perfectly tanned skin tone. Andy worked out in his spare time and his years of work paid off with the amount of muscle he had on his body. His partner Sonia was a thing of beauty. She was tremendously curvaceous had long flowing blonde hair and a pair of DDâ€™s which sat proudly on a perfectly shaped chest. She had a nice tight ass which Andy admired. Her eyes were blue and she had plush lips. Andy was much taller than her as she stood 5â€™8â€.

Andy walked in and greeted Sonia they gave each other a kiss and talked about their night together. Andy couldnâ€™t help but stare at Soniaâ€™s tits because of the amount of cleavage showing through her unbuttoned blouse.

Tracy sat in her chair and was now getting really annoyed at the amount of commotion the two of them were causing. She became upset and wished that something would happen to ruin their relationship. As she thought of this the stone began to glow.

Andy and Sonia were still conversing loudly when they both felt a shutter go through them. They ended their conversation and went straight to work.

Around lunchtime Andy decided to go to the washroom. As he got up from his chair he realized that his pants were a tad big and his shirt was also very loose. He passed this off as nothing and continued to the washroom until he realized his shoes were also quite loose. He hurried off and entered the menâ€™s room. As he was peeing Andy looked down and had to take a second glimpse at his cock. Had it grown smaller? He could put no explination to it as the final thing he noticed was the somewhat less amount of hair that was around his 6 inch (formerly 9 inch) member. He returned to complete the rest of his workday.

At the same time Sonia wanted to take a break for lunch. She arose from her desk to leave but as she did she felt how tight her blouse felt. She also noticed that her bra straps were very constricting. She went to the washroom to investigate. She pulled her blouse off and saw that she now had some muscle on herself. This came to her as an utter shock because she never worked out a day in her life. She also noticed that her bra cups were not filled as they usually were. She wondered how this could happen but couldnâ€™t find a logical explination. She returned to her desk to grab her purse and leave.

As she was about to exit the building she passed by Tanya Smith. Tanya was a very attractive woman at 6â€™ tall with DDâ€™s shown to all the world. As Sonia got closer to Tanya she said hi but quickly realized that her voice was a tad deeper. This came second though because Sonia suddenly felt the strange urge to stare at Tanyaâ€™s breasts. Sonia cooed at how the giggled with every step and as they passed Sonia turned to see Tanyaâ€™s perfectly round ass wiggle in her skirt.

Throughout lunch Sonia was noticing changes. Her voice got even deeper than before, her shoes were becoming very tight and she could swore she was getting taller. When she went to the washroom to powder her nose she realized that she had some facial hair. She hurried back to the office and went to talk to Andy.

Andy sat in his chair and only felt worse when he examined that he had smaller muscles than the previous couple of hours. He stared blankly at his seemingly smaller body and his longer hair atop his head. It was the complete obvious under his shirt, he seemed to be loosing hair on his chest and legs. Then he heard a knock.

â€œCan I come in?â€ he heard Sonia on the other side.

â€œYeahâ€ replied Andy.

Sonia opened the door and walked over to Andyâ€™s desk. Andy stood up from his chair and had a look of horror come over his face. This morning he was 7 inches taller than Sonia now he currently stood only an inch taller. Sonia had grown to 6â€™ and Andy had shrunk to 6â€™1â€.

Throughout the last hours of the work day Sonia and Andy experienced these changes until they went to Soniaâ€™s house that nightâ€¦.

Andy was freaking out and couldnâ€™t stop babbling on about how this was a tragedy, much to the annoyance of Sonia. When they arrived at Soniaâ€™s house, Sonia was 6â€™3â€ and Andy was 5â€™8â€. Andy lost a considerable amount of muscle mass and body hair although his hair on his head lightened in coulor and became longer. Sonia felt great to get out of her constricting bra and blouse but she stood surprised as she stood in front of the mirror. Sonia now had an amazingly toned body which was flowing with muscle. Her breasts had shrunk to just an A cup to her dismay.

Andy told Sonia that he would take a shower. As he stood in the showere he looked at how his member had shrunk to just 2 inches and he seemed to have two mounds of flesh on his chest. He quickly finishe his shower. When he exited he found Sonia on the bed. At the moment she had a sex drive that she never experienced before.

â€œCâ€™mon Andyâ€ she said seductively with her much deeper voice, almost 2 octaves lower than this morning.
Andy reluctantly removed the robe covering him and was hesitant as to go through with what she wanted. After convincing Sonia had Andyâ€™s head in her hand. Her clit was now outside over her vagina and very hard. Sonia forced Andyâ€™s head into it and made him lick her pussy. Andy was now licking and her clit seemed to be growing . It now stood 2 inches outside of her vagina. If Andy was barley able to resist a couple of minutes ago he now could put up no fight against the force that Sonia used with her legs and arms. Soniaâ€™s clit continued to grow as Andy had no choice but to lick her.

Andy figured that whatever he was doing worked so he kept going. Soniaâ€™s clit was now massive at 5 inches. Andy was able to put his whole mouth around it as Sonia used her massive biceps to force his head into her crotch. After Sonia came she lay back in full pleasure of what was done.
When she opened her eyes she looked at her self. She had no more breast tissue. Her biceps were 20 inches around. She now had magnificent pecs and massive 50 inch thighs. She looked at her crotch and was staring at a 9 inch penis. She yelled in shock and her voice was now that of a manâ€™s. She looked up at Andy who was shocked that he had the body of a woman. He had DD breasts a round ass and long blonde hair. They now looked like each other!

Sonia was so happy about her new body while Andy was terribly upset. Sonia had an uncontrollable sex drive.
â€œHow did this happenâ€ whined Andy in his feminine voice.
â€œI donâ€™t know now be quietâ€. Sonia thought that since it sex seemed to trigger the change, maybe that would be the way to change them back.

This seemed to convince Andy mostly because he saw the monster size of Soniaâ€™s cock and felt an impulse to put it inside him. Andy was hot like Sonia. He had big DD tits that defied gravity by not sagging at all. His body was amazingly curvaceous and he had a nice round ass.
Sonia forced them tom skip the foreplay and went right into it. Sonia who was now a giant compared to Andy and easily dominated him. She bucked her big manâ€™s body and thrust he member into his vagina the madly kissed and experienced an orgasm that they never felt.

After they finished Soniaâ€™s theory was proved wrong. Instead it made the problem worse Sonia was now 6â€™5â€ with her 10 inch member. She was packed with muscle and felt the urging need to masturbate.

Andy was only 5â€™6â€ but smoking hot. He had big DDD tits with long blonde hair.

â€œNow whatâ€ Andy continued to whine as Sonia seemed to be busy doing something else.

â€œWeâ€™ll wait â€˜till morningâ€ said Sonia as she was busy jerking off. She could simplye not get over the size of her body let alone her cock.

Andy watched and had a strange attraction to her member Casey saw this and grabbed him. She sucked on his massive tits. And thrust her member into him. Andy could do nothing because all of his muscle had been transferred to Sonia.

Sonia then forced Andy to give him a blow job. Andy was a ble to take in all 15 inches of her erect member. Sonia came while Andy sucked. She grabbed Andyâ€™s tits and liked them madly. She had an out of control sex drive.

By the time they were done it was early morning. The went to bed with many challenges for tomorrow.
To be continuedâ€¦

RESULTS MAY VARY--An Amazon Horror Story----Part 2 of 2---re-edited 1-26-2010

Zuiderzee — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 18:30:55 +0000

Re-edited 1-26-2010

Kidney stones.

If you've suffered from them, you know how awful they can be. Solids scraping and tearing down passages meant for fluids. But as it turned out, those little pebbles were the key to my salvation. More about them later---they're central to the story, however, I should shed some light about how badly Mom and I were duped.

What fucking chumps we were...!

OK. So where was the fucking muscle we were guaranteed to grow? Mom and I had been ladling "NUTRA-BOOM" for weeks with apparently no change in our physiques except for some slimming in the waist and a general feeling that we were doing ourselves some good.

The Halloween color scheme of the drums its sold in should have told me that a trick was in the treat from the get-go.

Mom and I were just the fools the makers of this stuff were looking for. Regardless, our lifestyles and diets changed overnight once we started taking "NUTRA-BOOM" regularly.
Fast food joints and greasy spoon diners stopped having us as customers. Those days were over. Mom and I agreed.
No more fat-crammed, salt-crusted, sugared-up ulcer-bombs for us; we were going to eat like people who cared for their bodies.

Mind you, I got pretty gassy because of the sudden change. "NUTRA-BOOM" swept my insides clean as a whistle; I let rip with a lot of rotten ones. OK. So that just meant that up until we started taking this miraculous nutritional supplement, we had been eating with all the principled discrimination of barnyard pigs, poisoning ourselves with processed muck.

So, what exactly does "NUTRA-BOOM" look like? Dull pink powder mixed with dryer lint. It has the consistency of the fluffy manure you find on the floor of an enormous bat cave; if you filled a kiddie-pool with "NUTRA-BOOM" and tried to walk across the surface, you'd sink all the way to the bottom on your first step. If you can ignore the fake fruit flavor, it has a vile, metallic tang--it tastes more like George Washington's hatchet than the cherry tree. I don't have to lie about that.

Even the biscuits you give your dog look more appetizing.

Once you pop the re-sealable plastic top and pry off the thin metal lid, you see the stuff. Half buried near the brim is a spoon similar to something you might find in a box of powdered laundry detergent. Inscribed dutifully with corresponding marks for Teaspoons, Tablespoons, Ounces and Milliliters. And then it's mixed with skim milk or water and voila, your sensible dinner is complete.

Mom bought a few full-length mirrors for the house and together, we fixed up the garage, the back porch and parts of the family room as exercise areas.

We were going all out. We noticed, however, we weren't growing healthier.

Our waistlines shrank. We lost weight. But no vigor and vitality. Exercise made our bones ache. We got winded even with warm-ups. But we didn't stop taking the pink stuff.
I observed actual muscle loss. I peeled the label off one drum of "NUTRA-BOOM", had it enlarged and hung it on the wall to read---just in case I was making a mistake in the dosage and preparation. Nope. Everything looked A-OK. So what was the problem? Tapeworm was just one of the paranoid ideas I entertained during those tense weeks. Only a parasite that big could account for the weird lack of metabolism we experienced.

We experimented up and down with the food groups, gorging on everything to keep the weight on. No difference.

And why shouldn't I have been concerned? Here's the deal:

I was shoveling down protein-rich foods and guzzling NUTRA-BOOM shakes like a madman. So was Mom. We ate breakfast and dinner together. Our lunches-â€”mine at school and hers at the office-â€”were identical. Still, our bathroom scales (we replaced them numerous times out of sheer skepticism) said we weren't gaining weight. In fact, we were starving to death faster than supermodels. A virtual ammo dump of "NUTRA-BOOM" filled our pantry shelves, crowding out marshmallows, cookies, cake mix, beef jerky, toaster pastries, soup. We had "NUTRA-BOOM" by the pallet in our garage. But it looked like it was ours until we consumed every last can. We couldn't give the stuff away, though our first goal was to get rid of it at a profit. No luck---it was like trying to sell torn parachutes or flat tires.

Oh, there were times it looked as if we were going to quit cold turkey with the stuff. I remember one night. We didn't have the gusto to exercise anymore. Our heartbeats were irregular, our skin tone was bad; we got bedsores. Our hair fell out. Our nails were brittle. Our teeth loosened. And we didn't know what was going wrong. Mom missed work, I missed school. We were in bad shape. With my head pounding, I hit the nutrition books, looking for answers. Mom grunted and groaned in the garage like she was trying to cope with a bunch of pulled muscles or a second degree burn or loud Mexican music.

And then, I heard her fart; I wonder if the neighbors could have heard it.

That release sounded like a huge cow or a plow horse letting go. Long before that sound faded, it was mingled with her pained, sickened yell. She was still giving out minor toots when she came out of the garage with a blender half empty (or half full for you optimists in the crowd) of "NUTRA-BOOM". She looked like she was made of farts.

"I'm gonna pour this shit...DOWN THE KITCHEN SINK---!!!"

Yeah, yeah. But sayin' so don't MAKE it so.

Tilt...tilt...tilt.

She couldn't go through with it. No more than I could have had I been the one with the blender.

Taking a few deep breaths, Mom drank the rest of the mixture in the blender and swallowed hard, burping and tooting on her way out to the garage to open another drum.

We were addicts. We were unable to part with the treasure, no matter how bad it was warping us.

We wants it, we doesss. Wants the preciousss.

Like I said, dupes.

* * *

Now, getting back to those kidney stones:

My Uncle Phil, God rest him, on my father's side of the family, went through a terrible experience which should have told me something. The trouble was, Phil's ordeal was so wretched to look at and remember that I worked up a dense mental block and shut it all out until perhaps it was too late.

Sweating and afflicted halfway through a card game at our house, Phil struggled to his feet. "Doreen, I'm going to the john. Gotta feelin' it's gonna be a bad one..."

Phil had wisely left the bathroom door unlocked.

Uncle Phil had reached that age where a lifetime of careless eating and drinking had caught up to him. The devil--or someone just as sadistic--had set up a miniature gravel pit in each of his kidneys, and the output was more than he could bear.

"Uncle Phil? Are you all right in there?"

"Ahhhâ€”GAKKKKKKKKK!!"

He fell with a long, pained outcry and thud, and he was still writhing when I timidly came to the door. There on the dark blue tiles, showing up for its pale color was a kidney stone. A pretty huge one. And there was blood. Uncle Phil was stuffing his aching dilly back in his pajamas. I reached out for the stone.

"Don't touch that!" Aunt Doreen picked the stone up with a hand towel. "Doc's gotta see this."

Fuck me, I should have tried to remember Uncle Phil.

I didn't. Not till it was too late.

* * *

Mom and I began passing stones, little ones at first, and then larger ones. And we saved them, making natural history museums with them. The terror of the stones helped us take a respite from "NUTRA-BOOM" and we ate regular food again.
Bouts of restlessness drove us out of the house.

People stared at us at the Coin-Op Laundry; we looked like refugees from a plague. No one wanted to come near us.

I made three partially successful trips to the john to pee and only managed a few drops and some blood. I had a stone coming. A big one. I would pass it very soon. I just hoped no one else would be in there when I had to get rid of it.

Aching, sweating, unsteady on my feet, I leaned on the nearest machine. Something made a splash in the spilled suds on the floor. A footprint appeared and vanished.
Or had it? I couldn't think straight with the stone nagging me.

I perused the bulletin board. I saw something interesting.

Someone had made a flyer.

HAVE YOU TRIED ANY OF THE FOLLOWING PRODUCTS?

Susta-Blend
Nitro-Gorp
Growth-Blast
Mega-Meal
Nutra-Boom
Vita-Pow

IF SO, CALL THE NUMBER BELOW:

The bottom of the flyer was snipped with scissors into a fringe like on a leather jacket. Between each snip was a
hand-written phone number. It was hard for me to concentrate. But I was sure I had read "NUTRA-BOOM" somewhere in that damned list. I was sure.

Maybe Mom would want to know about this. Where was she?

I was barely aware of her standing at the other end of the place carrying on a conversation with a strange man. He wore sunglasses regardless of the dark, cloudy day. His clothes were black. I didn't hear a word he said, he must have been speaking under his breath, but his body language said he was laying down something serious.

Mom seemed completely in a trance over what she was hearing.

Crap! I didn't have a pen and paper. None of the strips on the bottom of the flyer were torn off. I would be the first taker. Maybe then, we could get some help.

Something took my hand and stopped me.

It wasn't an angel. I got a smack---the noise was covered up by the rumble and thrum of the washers and dryers. It hurt, though. Especially since my skin was far more tender than it had ever been since I was born. A welt rose.

I didn't see anyone. Shit! I was getting tunnel-vision.

"Hands off that paper, Stupid. If you want to live, we have to talk."

Just then, I felt the knifing pain of a kidney stone at the base of my dick.

"I didn't even see you," I said.

"You weren't supposed to."

The voice was right next to me. But I didn't see anyone.
My judgment was off. I did as I was told. I stepped into the laundry's restroom. The door was shut and locked for me. I wasn't in there alone. The speaker didn't have a low voice naturally; it was forced. Was it a girl?

"Take a seat. Try to get rid of that stone while you're at it."

I reached out for what I thought was there and got another crack on the knuckles for my trouble.

"I'm enough pain---"

"Keep your damned hands to yourself. How long have you been taking that Martian Trail-mix?"

"Months...I think it's been---" I got a slap in the face.

"Shut up."

"Hey! What's with the all the fucking slaps?"

"Can you see me?"

"No...I can't...see you."

"Slaps are what I use in place of a stern look. That guy out there talking to your mother. He's getting her to sign your death warrant. You've both been passing stones around the clock?"

Having a conversation with an invisible person does wonders in suspending disbelief. I was ready to listen.

"Sure." Nothing for a while as another big kidney stone tore up my urethra and stopped halfway. A hand that felt very pleasant took hold of my dick and massaged the stubborn stone to the pisshole. A pebble a half inch in diameter floated in the air, suspended by an invisible grip. I sagged forward on the pot, blacking out.

A hand braced me. "Saving them?"

"Yeah."

Another slap. This one intended to bring me around.

"Don't get yours mixed up with hers. If you don't have any on you right now, it's too bad for you. You have to learn the difference between her stones and yours and quick. The moment you get home or wherever the stones are kept, she is going to go through them. You have to get there first. If she gets one of yours before you get one of hers, you're finished. Get me? Finished."

"Gets? You mean eat? Put kidney stones in my mouth and eat them? But that's fucking disgusting!"

"The stones you produce won't work on you. The same with your mother. You take hers or she takes yours. Get home. Now. Find her stones."

"How do you fit in to all this?"

"Payback, Stupid. I'd like to help more, but I've got my own problems, see?"

"No."

Another slap.

"Now listen, Stupid. Your mother's stones won't look exactly like yours. Get them. And destroy the ones you passed. That's where all the energy is. That crap you've been taking changed your organs. You both make energy pills. Do you fucking hear what I'm telling you?"

The person I couldn't see bent over me and flushed the toilet. I felt a good-sized boob brush my face.

"I would tell you not to look for me, but that would be useless. Remember, your mother, your own mother will try to keep you prisoner or kill you. Now go home."

Mom was waiting outside the john when the door opened. She wore a bleak, but hungry expression. "Did you just pass a stone, Son?"

"Uh, yeah."

Her eyes brightened, but not all the way. The running toilet sound was still going on. My invisible friend was keeping my latest excretion hidden from sight.

"Did you...keep it?" Mom asked.

I looked around. The man in black she had been talking to was nowhere to be seen.

"No," I said, "It got...flushed."

Her expression turned dark. Betrayed. She was now my enemy.

But maybe I had a friend. Behind me, I felt the air swish as the invisible informant breezed past me and on her way.
Payback, she had said. Some evil corporation was using people for experiments. And now Mom and I were part of that experiment.

The game was on.

A maze of one way streets stood between home and laundry.
She had the car keys. And loads of laundry in the machines. A dilemma. But she had no reason to think I knew anything.
She was trying to hide her plan, but her face showed what I feared. I stepped out of the john, adjusting my pants.

Could I get home before she could? Get home and find the containers? I gave it a shot.

* * *

We both got home around the same time. She drove the wrong way down three streets to get home, dodging and honking. I took all the shortcuts I knew, going through neighbor's yards and over fences, draining what energy I had for the chance of getting one of two of those stones. I also had to keep mine out of her clutches while I was at it.

Trouble was, Mom had the presence of mind to carry some of the stones around in her purse. Whether she ate some of hers along with mine didn't matter much.

In minutes, she wrestled me to the floor and beat on me, belying her haggard appearance. The clothes at the laundry blocks away would stay there; they meant nothing now. Her job, my school---they were all irrelevant.

"NUTRA-BOOM" took a long time to pay off and brought us both close to death, but it finally paid off. Mom had just gotten the payoff first.

I regained consciousness in bed, naked, tied down. And for the next week, I passed those weird stones that months and months of taking "NUTRA-BOOM" had triggered.

Using a pill-cutter, Mom gave me slivers of hers, just to keep me strong enough to keep "laying" like the storied Golden Goose. She wasn't going to kill me so long as I could keep coming up with energy pills.

The bitch.

Mom was power-mad, and I shouldn't have been too surprised.
For the first day, she was disorganized. The sudden boost of energy had been like a powerful drug---a real shock to her system. She was going ten directions at once, talking to herself, sitting down only to stand up in another moment and begin pacing. Objects in the house felt her abuse. She kicked chairs and punched things and knocked her head against the walls with the thoughtless rage of a drugged-up weirdo in the streets.

She bit her nails till they bled, pulled out clumps of her own hair, pounded her fists on everything---trying to clear her head. Only in those erratic moments there were signs of hope. She was so erratic, she was bound to make a mistake sooner or later.

It was later. It was definitely later.

Her abusive kicks and punches and other self-destructive habits showed. Mom came into the garage where I was tied down with bandaged hands and feet, bound head and skin looking like she had blundered into a rodeo in full swing.

In days, she recovered her former appearance and improved on it. She grew, packing on pounds and inches while I languished in bed, serving no other purpose than to make pills for her self-improvement.

The refrigerator and the pantry were empty within the week. Mom had eaten and drank everything.

I doubt she slept. The high from my weird-ass kidney stones was a stimulant like nothing I had ever seen. But in reality, I saw almost nothing. I heard crashing and thumping all around the house while I was tied up and forced to face a blank wall.

When I saw her again, the wildness seemed to have passed. She looked through me rather than at me. All those self-inflicted injuries had healed in two days without a mark.

She began dancing at a strip joint to make money and became the star attraction. When she started looking too different, she pulled up stakes and moved out of the house, renting a huge RV.

I was packed along as prisoner, hog-tied with every kind of restraint she could think of. I wasn't family to her any more, just an animal in her own traveling farm. And, oh yes, the pallets of "NUTRA-BOOM" came along with us. Doubtless, she was still taking the stuff, but probably only in small doses.

Even though I no longer ate that "Martian Trail-mix", I still made those potent kidney stones. And they did the trick on her body every time. And I made a lot of them. More than I ever supposed she would need.

What she was doing with the bulk of HER stones, I couldn't guess. Selling them? But did they work on anyone other than me?

The few pills I was allowed made me fit, but not strong enough to break the leather straps and ropes that held me to the frame. Every time I was treated to one, I got a rush of energy; I could only imagine what she felt when she took mine. And she took so many of them. They certainly had an effect. If she had a store of them, she took pains to hide it from me.

Mom passed the six foot tall mark in two months. Her small bones turned into medium-sized bones. Her face alone took on weight, she longer matched her old pictures.

Did the "NUTRA-BOOM" pills have psycho-reactive properties?
I wasn't getting enough of them to find out. Surely, surgery, make-up, high heels and hours in the tanning booth weren't enough to account for the change in her appearance.

That only enabled her to fake new identities for herself.
And always, when her looks changed too much, she broke camp and found another venue to strip. I never was told where.

"You just keep making those pills for Mommy, Son," she told me. "And nothing will happen to you. But if you ever come up dry, it's back to "NUTRA-BOOM" breakfast, lunch and dinner until you start up again."

Her huge hands, rippling with vascularity, tested and tightened my restraints. New breasts, likely D-cups bobbed on her chest, spread wide apart from being set on slabs of muscle.

An unshaven crotch-to-navel hair bridge bristled as she worked. Below, barely masked by the tight fabric of her bikini bottom poked a nubbin of a clitoris that would have made some guys my age recoil with inadequacy.

That she-dilly only grew larger as she went around me, checking to see if I was tied down.

Her memory often slipped. For all that, she wasn't hiring other people to guard me.

She had been treating me to larger slivers of her own kidney stones. I was getting rushes of energy, but nothing I could avail myself of. After all, I wasn't getting fed.

"Don't you get it, Mom? We're somebody's pet science project. One day that somebody is going to want to cut you up for stem-cell research or something. Me too."

She wasn't listening to me. "And if that doesn't work, I will gut you myself. So don't ever disappoint me!"

What Mom regarded as disappointment was anyone's guess.

Hundreds, possibly thousands of people had made guinea pigs of themselves with the help of a freaky, crooked lab that had covered its tracks. And somebody (cue ominous music) knew who and where the consumers were.

We grew. Mom fast for having taken so many of my kidney stones, I slowly for the meager amount I was allowed. What was happening to other people? The first batch of "NUTRA-BOOM" could easily have been healthy. The succeeding batches, I was sure, had additional ingredients. But by then, we were hopeless addicts.

Mom made all the plans while my life was made of empty hours, looking back on what had happened, and waiting for the next time one of the damned power pills found its may out of my pisser.

She followed the strip circuit for a while and then got into body-building competitions, winning left and right. No one except the hugest males had a physique like hers; she was grotesque with veins and stretched skin. Barbells loaded down with a quarter ton of weights became typical lifts for her. Mom could bite through rawhide with a single chomp.

She billed herself as "Dinah Powers." I heard she even did a few porno movies before she grew too big. Big? Try 350 lbs.

"Never mind MY private life, Son," she told me with a laugh. "YOUR life is the one that's going to stay private!"

And as always, when I showed signs of weakness, I would receive a sliver of one of her fresh stones to pep me up.

If only, if only I had gotten a few of her whole stones!

Yeah, and if I died, her supply would dry up. Death was easy. It was the living that was killing me.

I didn't look for help. It was nowhere in sight.

* * *

"Wake up, Stupid."

I hadn't been asleep, just drained. I got a few slaps in the face all the same. Mom never called me "Stupid". That only left one person who could sneak through Mom's defenses.

The RV had served its purpose. Mom had me locked up in a
an old industrial area in a city completely strange to me.
The warehouse had been fortified to keep people out and in at the same time. I was an investment worth a fortune.

As usual, I was secured in a heavy frame that could have penned in a small dinosaur.

I felt a flask at my lips. A fluid that would make sewer water taste mellow went down my gullet. I tried to spit out, but invisible hands went under my chin and pinched my nose shut. I swallowed and screamed.

"Shut up!" The hands relaxed from my face.

"Fuck! What was that?"

"Plan B. I got here too late, and this place is rigged too seriously for Plan A. Your mom is running out of stones. She's on a plateau. Leveling out. She's having to take more and more to strut her stuff. That skunk piss you drank will give your next few stones a wallop on her system. And when they do, that's the time to make a run for it."

"A run to where? I don't know this place!"
"Birmingham. I can't go with you when you make your escape, and you'd better escape. Fifty of your mom's stones are in a test tube."

"Where's the test tube?"

"In your rectum. Don't clench."

"What about this escape?"

I got the details. I would have to run twenty blocks at least---naked---to the train yard. I didn't know it at the time, but it was late at night. Maybe I wouldn't get caught. It was more than worth the chance. I would live as a fugitive for the rest of my days. If I was careful.

Mom, all of six and a half feet tall, came pounding in to where I was restrained. She wore a bikini that looked out of place strung over all those muscles. Her clitoris was erect and made a little node in the lower front of her bikini bottom; getting those energy pills from me had become her top fetish.

Playing business as usual, I yielded up a stone and she popped it in her mouth right then and there and swallowed, patting her stomach. She began to outline her plans for the month---and then the whole speech cut off like a phone conversation when the line is severed.

She had swallowed a veritable booby trap. Choking, foaming, she fell down on the hard concrete floor with a thud that shook the frame I was tied in.

On her back, she writhed and whacked the floor with her fists, having a fit. Her clitoral erection wilted.

Mom was still strong and wasn't about to quit---perhaps realizing this was the first stage of a robbery. Someone was stealing me away from her.

That made her mad. Her eyes blazed as she turned over and crawled toward me, drool pouring from her lips. Finger-thick veins crawled under her skin like snakes waking up from winter. Her joints cracked audibly.

In seconds, the bonds were released and I was free for the first time in seasons. I felt all wrong for not having been allowed to move. The thing was, I had to move.

"I'll...kill...you!" My mom sprayed, trying to get at me, flailing blindly. Her reach was amazing now, I underestimated it and was swept off my own feet. "JUST LET ME GET MY HANDS ON YOU...YOU FUCKING PIECE OF LIMP-DICK SHIT!!!"

I didn't recognize her as my mom anymore.

And how could I?

She was inching her way closer to me; the last of the straps in the restraint harness was loosened.

"ALMOST...THERE!" Clawing her way ever nearer, my mom took hold of the steel frame I was in and hauled herself upright.

"Make tracks, Stupid." The voice in my ear told me.

For all that, the sympathy factor made me delay. I made good my escape, never again looking back. Halfway across town, I arrived just in time to clamber into an open boxcar as the freight train pulled out. Luckily, the test tube up my tail-hole didn't crack.

I had the means to get my strength back. Thanks to Mom.

Then began the long, slow process of getting back to normal and then on from there, knowing with less than a hundred of my mother's stones available, I would only be a shadow of her strength. Those stones had to be enough, they just had to be.

THE END.

Author's note. I hope this version was more satisfying. In the near future, I intend to pare it down even more without losing too many lines.

RESULTS MAY VARY--An Amazon Horror Story

Zuiderzee — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 19:16:05 +0000

RESULTS MAY VARY. We've all read that warning somewhere.
The next time you see those words, you might want to think about what happened to me and Mom.

Dinah Powers: That's the name the pummeled big-rig driver gave to the state troopers when he came to at the hospital.

If I know anything, the middle name of her alias is Might.

The fifty-foot trailer, crammed with a fortune of TVs, stereo equipment and other goodies for Funk-You's media warehouse was uncoupled at the truckstop. She only wanted the tractor to ride around in; they're roomy.

My mom has changed her name and her appearance-â€”don't bother looking for her name and likeness either on the FBI's most-wanted list or among the mug shots at your local post office. Her last driver's license lists her height at five feet, one inchâ€”-and her weight at ninety-nine lbs.
But those are just dry measurements. Before she changed, she shuffled, muttered and spent most of her time sitting or lying down. Limp blond hair, sadly thin on her scalp, didn't quite hang to her shoulders; she covered up her receded hairline with a variety of hats and wigs.

She pawned her wedding ring. Hell, it slipped off her finger so many times she couldn't wear it.

Now way she can wear that wedding ring now unless it's around the base of her clit or on one of her nipples. Given the lousy attitude she had about my dad, she had to have pawned it early on.

Once or twice, at her lowest, she fainted at home. The second time was in her bra and panties which didn't fit her frame anymore and sagged like something she had to borrow from a much bigger woman.

She's got to be about six feet, nine inches now. She probably goes about three hundred pounds. And she isn't obese if that's what you're wondering. It's all bone and muscle. She has hair like a rock star if she lets it grow out. The hospitalized trucker described her as having a crew cut. But from what I observed, her hair grows fast, maybe two inches in twenty-four hours.

Mom used me to get the way she is now, but I've got the upper hand for the momentâ€”-and I'm taking every opportunity to enjoy my freedom and get ready for the next round. She promised to hunt me down. I don't intend to go easily.

Not so long as I've got my once-secret weapon. The ones she made herself. And those take some explanation:

I hide my amazing pep pills in plain sight; they look so unappetizing and innocuous that no drug-cultured freak or professor of chemistry would ever recognize them.

Iâ€™m going to sleep in a wet spot, but I donâ€™t care.
Hell, there are so many of those wet spots in the sheets itâ€™s impossible to lie down without touching one of them.

Yeah, I feel pretty good about myself if I do say so.

When my story started, I supposed the only wet spot Iâ€™d be resting in would be a pool of my own blood.

Things changed, all right, but for the longest time, everybody who knew me,(including yours truly) didnâ€™t give me long to live.

I guess it began with superfood.

Super food...or superfoods?

Just what in Hell are they?

Some countries, like the EU, deny there are such things or at least prohibit labeling foods as such. Fine. Those super foods...what are some examples weâ€™ve all heard of? Well, shipmates, thereâ€™s that old stand-by, spinach.

It didnâ€™t exactly blow me down, or in any other direction for that matter. The misshapen, yet tuneful
sailorman who popularized spinach isnâ€™t to blame.
Nutritionists who must have been looking at the data with only one eye themselves made a mistake and touted it as an iron-rich vegetable that every child in America should be raised on.

Not as nutritious as originally supposed...but decades of cartoons gave me the idea spinach was miraculous.

And then thereâ€™s dark chocolate, red wine, soy beans, yogurt...the lists go on and on. Well, a steady diet of this fare is supposed to heal, energize, add long life and boost performance in every department. I mean every department. Even the ones I shouldnâ€™t have the keys to yet. Yeah, THAT department.

Stupid me...and my mom.

Actually, Mom wised up faster than I did. When she discovered the real secret of how to utilize the stuff we had been taking, I wound up a prisoner in our own home and she was the jailor.

Of course, I got out, but it was an ordeal I was lucky to manage.

We turned out pretty wimpy, considering the rest of the family.

Dad died youngâ€”-anemic, short of breath, chronic fatigue, fallen arches, vertigo. A tragic case. I didnâ€™t want to turn out like him. So, I did some timely research into the world of fitness literature.

We saw an ad in a Musculature/Fitness magazine for â€œNUTRA-BOOMâ€, a new, completely natural food supplement touted to bulk up a slight frame and kick start the system. Oh, sure...and spinach gives you instant muscles.

â€œNUTRA-BOOMâ€ What a racket! What a scheme!

Well, why not, I ask you. Go into any store, big or small and youâ€™ll see energy-boosting drinks sold in keen-looking cans and outside those stores youâ€™ll see those same keen-looking cans sitting around empty. Thereâ€™s a definite market.

Remember friends, this is America. We put a man on the moon, irradiated the Southwest, made obesity popular, killed the electric car...we spend millions and millions of dollars on useless body-shaping, weight-loss cures every year and laugh at the native witch-doctor on the dark continent with his lizard skins and vulture claws who works for free. Unlike him, we know what weâ€™re doing.

It turns out this crud was marketed in other places as â€œSUSTA-BLENDâ€, â€œNITRO-GORPâ€, "GROWTH-BLAST" and a string of other names. Mom and I were one of the pathetic, gullible minority who unloaded hard-earned inheritance money for â€œNUTRA-BOOMâ€ and ate our way into ill-health, poverty and misery.

But then, something turned that all around...

TO BE CONTINUED

Just Missed Me---The INVISIBLE TOMBOY Part Three (Doctor's Orders)

Zuiderzee — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 18:51:45 +0000

A siren. I had to listen for them, no matter how near or how far. The wail of a cop car across the river reminded me of how tentative my freedom was.

On my own again, walking in the rain, trudging the wet streets---and pissed off.

This wasn't how life for the invisible was supposed to be.

The new surroundings helped ease the tension, but added the same amount right back again. I didn't know my way around Gatineau and I didn't want to ask strangers for directions or go around with a map---advertising myself as an out-of-towner.

When I stopped to rest in a garbage-cluttered alley between stores, I got company. A hook-nosed fatso bundled up against the cold burst out of a doorway and stumbled past me, yanking down his zipper with one bare hand and one glo ved. Urine trickled before he got his dick in the clear, but he looked like the sort that didn't give a shit. The stain didn't show up on his pants.

A phone rang in his pocket and he ignored it.

He whizzed and farted loudly not two feet from where I was standing then shook off his dick, zipped up and shook a cigarette out of a crumpled pack.

Liesurely, he lit up and enjoyed several puffs, blowing the smoke more or less at me. Fortunately, he didn't notice the curls of smoke traveling over my contours.

His phone rang again, but he let it go on.

He glanced in my direction, squinting at the latest billow of smoke, maybe making out my shape. He leaned in closer to me. His phone rang again, sounding more insistent.

"Uh-huh," he answered upon finally answering the phone. "Sure. Half of it taken care of. An hour. Yeah. Yeah to that, too. Twenty-two. No, I haven't seen any of them.
Nope. Nope. None of those either. Nope. No luck. Bye."

Fatso propped his foot up on an old tire in the alley and bore down with a grunt. Whatever he was trying to force didn't come.

Smoking until half the cancer stick was gone, he whistled and went back where he came from, oblivious to me.

I felt like knocking people's hats off in the street.

My tightened fists brought up an old memory about the years I had owned a pair of boxing gloves.

Christmas. The boy next door (let's call him Charlie) had gotten that pair of kid-sized boxing gloves. After a few months, Charlie's present, hardly used, wound up in the trash. Charlie probably got too punchy for his own good and the boxing gloves had to go. They ended up in my care, and I couldn't get enough of those things.

Yeah, I was a kid, but those gloves were about the best present I ever had. And I picked the damned things out of the trash. Picked them out and put them on. Dad laughed at me. What else could he do. The kind of punch a trained boxer throws is a strong, aimed, controlled reflex that takes a long time to perfect.

According to Dad, I was just waving my arms in the air in front of me. I was being pathetic-â€”imitating what I had seen on TV instead of having the feel for what real combat was about.

Dad took the pipe out of his mouth long enough to say, "You get into a real fight with moves like that, and you'll be flattened. Now, you ought to learn how to throw a punch that will go straight. Remember, this is for self-defense."

I learned about taping up my "dukes" like a ring fighter, got a pair of athletic shoes similar to a boxer's and spent hours in the garage beating up a bag hung from the rafters.

To hell with TV, I thought. After school, provided I had someone to lace my gloves, I walloped the bag for hours until supper time. My hands were so beat up, I couldn't hold a pen. I couldn't write. My schoolwork suffered.

But that was the least of my worries.

When I began to turn translucent, all my old habits and hobbies stopped. But I never forgot how to throw a solid punch. I'd give a lot to be visible for a few hours a day to visit a gym. Now, even with the fur-lined leather gloves on, my hands felt cold. I should have worn mitts, I suppose, but I needed the dexterity of my fingers. The left glove had a sizeable rip in the palm through which I could see---nothing.

There was a gap between my jacket cuff and the glove, and there too, I saw---nothing.

I was used to the phenomenon of not being able to see myself, but others weren't. They never would be, I guessed.

A long, blaring car horn broke me out of my brown study and back into the cold reality of the streets. I got to thinking every loud noise is directed at me.

A harsh voice yelled: "HEY! GET MOVING! GET MOVING!"

No collar this time; it was just a truck blocking an intersection. It took minutes for my nerves to calm down.

I lived (and still live) in an ongoing state of adjustment and insecurity. Girls my age are concerned with their appearance, but in my case, its my lack of appearance.
To simplify, I always worry that I come across as unusual. So unusual, I might be reported, photographed, detained or something else I don't need.

The walk from the neighborhood where I left the VW and Rory stranded to the doctor's house was long and lonely, giving me plenty of time to think about my present.

It's a bitch, all right.

This was real life for me, and it was turning out a lot like those movies and books where the invisible character is distrusted, feared and hunted to death. Yes, I was an outcast because of my state---a state no one else could ever get used to or appreciate.

However, I had to contemplate the fact that I was now walking around in a world where invisibility was now a human trait. In another five years, maybe there would be more. In another ten or fifteen, if steps weren't taken to wipe us all out, there might just be a fugitive community of unseen people where I could be at home.

Grimes was the doctor's nameâ€”short, easy to remember. Made me think of a fat, English country doctor out of a Jane Austen or a Charles Dickens book. His first name, Toby, stamped him permanently in my mind as a relic from the 19th century complete with waistcoat and a silk top hat.

Toby Grimes.

I half-expected him to have a dirt carriage drive leading up to his house, but that wasn't the case. He was just another modern, well-to-do Canadian with a house I could hide in. And in a place I could reasonably hide and live a few comfortable days if I was very smart.

Gatineau.

Not a bad town in the right time of year. It wasn't exactly picturesque, but not an eyesore, either. For someone like me, Gatineau was a risky place to hole up, given that Ottawa was right across the river.

Yeah, I could see the capital.

That sight alone kept me on my toes.

Ottawa with its government buildings had me thinking of cops morning, noon and night.

My French wasn't good---oh, I could read road signs, menus and theater marquees, but don't ask me to speak French or understand it when it's spoken. Shit, even listening to people with strong French accents trying to manage English annoys me.

With no other place to go, I trudged uphill and downhill over wet pavement, jaywalking and ducking down side streets when I saw cop cars.

Grimes' house was at the end of a tree-lined cul-de-sac. Cars no more than three years old were parked along the curb. I didn't know how Rory knew someone as successful as an M.D., and that fact made me worry. Maybe Grimes was a bum of a doc who'd had to run from some other country and hide out here, unable to practice medicine in his homeland. I was only guessing.

The Doctor's neighborhood was so quiet and isolated it could have been in any small town in Canada. The two-story, gable-roofed house practically yelled comfort. Of course, it belonged to a doctor, so I imagined it had an alarm system.

I had so much stuff with me---if I had to run from this place, I would have to ditch a lot of it right then and there. My stomach didn't feel good.

Grimes' house was landscaped, which to me means don't step on the grass. Keep to the pavement.

Dogs at the neighboring house barked at me behind a closed gate. In the driveway, a huge pickup truck with a shell stood like a giant blue alien beetle. Its doors were open. Shopping bags from the local supermarket huddled inside.

Shit!

I saw two bags of dog-biscuits in with the groceries. Unless the dude was eating them himself, there had to be a dog in the house, the garage or outside.

In another moment, a dark-haired young man, his clothes wet from the rain, hurried out of the open front door of the house and resumed his back and forth trips to the pickup truck.

Mr. Pickup was in no particular hurry.

I knew this set-up by heart.

Naked, I could have scurried into the place while he was distracted.

The idea that this young guy, Mr. Pickup was Toby Grimes seemed so doubtful, I decided to find out not from asking on the driveway, but from the inside of the house.

My quick entrance was pulled off with the same panache I use when I'm unclothed. In a flash, I was inside, and without being noticed.

Crap!

Thick, deep carpeting; the exact kind that betrays footprints. But only downstairs.

The steps to the second floor were bare. I climbed into darkness, smelling medicine from the open bathroom.

The second floor was a warren of bedrooms. Empty bedrooms.

Wonderful!

The carpet up here was thin and didn't show footprints easily. And it was warm.

That dude downstairs wasn't Doc Grimes; I guessed he was just a hospital employee renting a room here. I checked out Mr. Pickup's room (not even locked) and then laid out my stuff in another room down the hall. After all the hell I'd suffered with Rory, I needed a hot shower and a long sleep in a bed.

Mr. Pickup answered a phone after a few warbles.

"I'll be right there. Yeah. Yeah. Right. I'll be right there."

With the groceries still in the bags, Mr. Pickup got things in order, went out and locked the front door.

I got naked and hung up my wet things to dry off.

A shower too quick to relax me had to do. Then I sacked out underneath the big wooden bed. Rory told me I don't snore, and I had to believe that.

With my head still crammed of old memories about the boxing gloves, I dreamed about when I was younger and still living with my folks in the old suburb.

Now, what the fuck?

In Canada, you might think every dog we own is a big Newfoundland, Labrador, Husky, Wolfhound or Saint Bernard. Not so. The little twerp of a pooch that came scampering up to where I lay hidden was a miserable little Yorkie, sniffing and barking.
Flushed out of hiding just when I was getting comfortable, I crawled from under the bed, grabbed up little Yorkie and went downstairs to shut him in a place that wouldn't look too strange. The dog made a racket the whole time and finally, I had to push him outside in the cold even when I didn't know if he was supposed to be outside under such conditions.

Suddenly, something cold and wet hit me in the back and ran down my butt and my legs. It had been deliberately squirted.

I turned.

A disembodied head addressed me. "Right on target!"

It was the weirdest face I had ever seen, but I figured it out pretty quick, especially when I saw the translucent body underneath it. The head and neck were coated in foundation makeup, the eyebrows penciled in. The mustache and beard were fake. Likely, tinted glasses (removed for the nonce) hid the eyes.

"Yeah," he said, "I figured there had to be completely invisible people. By the way, that stuff on you isn't food coloring. It's dye. It takes days to come out. I wouldn't have used it on you, but you're fucking up."

A pause.

"Chick," he said with a sniff.

"You don't know me," I told him.

"Whew!" he said, "You oughta do a better job at covering up that pussy odor. I can smell it from here.

While I said that, he stripped off the fake brown facial hair and whisked the appliances aside. He must have been young. He looked strong, from what I could see.

I could see. But he couldn't see me. I figured a hard shove would be better than a punch; not being able to see my fists is a disadvantage. Contact. A good, solid shove.

Mr. Head reeled. But not as far as I had hoped.

"Hey!" he said.

I was close enough, so I gave another shove, almost grappling with him. The squirt-gun he had used to spray me had done its workâ€”there was little sense in wrestling the gizmo away from him.

We whirled on the floor. I let go and ducked. My footprints showed on the carpet, giving away my position. Swinging for his head (his most obvious feature) I clipped his jaw and maybe gave his nose a buffet at the same time.

That would teach him to be careful.

My welcome worn out, I had to escape. But not without my stuff. All upstairs.

"Knock it off!" Mr. Head spouted. "I can get a real guard dog in this house in a minute. And he won't have to see you to take you down."

A bluff? I didn't know. There were those dog biscuits. A lot for just one little Yorkie.

There was a chance, I thought, that I could wash the dye off if I didn't stand there like an idiot. I faked left and ran right around him and up the stairs, locking myself in the bathroom. I turned on the shower and jumped in, using a washcloth instead of my hand to try to get the dye off my skin.

The threat Mr. Head had made downstairs was founded; the dye was strong stuff. As good as tattoo ink. It wasn't coming out with soap, water and scrubbing.

Leaving the water on, I got out of the shower just as Mr. Head jimmied the lock and stepped into the bathroom with me.

I had no other choice other than to fight.

TO BE CONTINUED

The Adventures of Casey Part 5

Jenmen23 — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 16:58:35 +0000

Every day from that point on Mark couldnâ€™t stop thinking about how his wife was able to change her body in any way. He spent long moments thinking to himself what the perfect woman was and the experience he could have with Casey. He returned home that night wanting to see his wife.

He got home before Casey did which was usual because she had multiple careers so he cooked something and waited for Casey to arrive. As soon as he finished making dinner Casey arrived. They said hi and gave greeting kisses but Mark could only stare because to him Casey looked sexier than ever. Those DD breasts looked like they wanted to burst out of her low cut tank top and the butt of her jeans looked like they would burst.

After many moments of just staring Mark managed to say,â€ Wanna do it tonight?â€

Casey smiled as she noticed Mark staring at him and agreed. They ate their dinner watched a movie together and headed foe the bedroom. Mark lay on the bed and watched his wife slowly strip down to her panties. Casey crawled up on Mark and sexily whispered, â€œTonight Iâ€™m all yoursâ€.

Mark was becoming hard watching his wife and he asked her to make her boobs grow. Mark stared in awe as Caseyâ€™s two oversized breasts spilled out of her bra until it burst. Mark took his clothes off now and they were both naked except for Casey who had her g-string on. After Casey ripped that off Mark entered Casey and they passionately went at it for a couple of hours. Then an idea came to Mark.

â€œDo your powers have any limitâ€?

â€œNot that I know ofâ€ said Casey.

â€œWell, do you want to skip off work tomorrow and weâ€™ll go show the city your power?â€ Asked Mark.

Casey smiled lustily and agreed then they went to sleep.
Early the next morning Casey woke Mark up and the drove to a deserted field in the outskirts of the city.

Casey brought her â€œmagic clothesâ€ along with her and was now putting them on. She had made them a hot pink bra and thong. Casey smiled in anticipation and Mark asked her if she really wanted to do this. Casey was sure and at that moment Mark watched Casey grow. Slowly but surely Casey rose above Mark. 7ft, 8ft, 9ft until Casey towered above Mark at 12ft tall. Casey looked at herself and realized that she was very skinny. She bulged out, grew her breasts to the size of beach balls and repeated. 15ft, 17ft, 20ft, 30ft. Mark looked like a large bug to Casey and she leaned all the way down to the ground to grab him. Casey held tiny Mark in her giant hand and continued to grow.

Each finger of Casey grew around Mark as he became smaller and smaller from Caseyâ€™s view. Casey had reached 50 ft tall and Mark was nearly buried in Caseyâ€™s hand. Once he was able to squeeze out he saw Casey standing at 50 feet tall with breasts the size of small domes and she was magnificent.

Casey grew and grew until she hit 150ft tall. Mark could only sit in the palm of her hand. Casey was 150ft tall extremely busty but one problem was she looked like Casey still. To get away with this she would need to be someone different. Casey brought Mark up to her face and asked him to change her look. Mark told Casey to change her eye colour and hair colour. She was now black haired with blue eyes and grew her breasts a bit larger. Her transformation was complete Casey now stood at 150ft with black hair blue eyes and breasts the size of small buildings, but round. Casey placed Mark on her shoulder and Casey approached the city.

Amanda sat in her office chair which had a great view of the city through her window as a new work day was beginning. She sat bored and thinking about the day ahead which had various meetings planned and she mused over work which would needed to be completed. She left her office to grab a coffee. She returned 5 minutes later and placed the coffee on her desk beside her computer and began typing. She was sending emails to various clients and then she heard a loud yell followed by large vibrations which shook the building she looked outside and saw mayhem as people were running for safety. Then she saw a giant woman walking down the road crushing cars. This woman was busty and stood taller than her office building. Amanda looked in awe as she knew the only person who could do this was Casey.

Casey looked down on all the people of the city who looked like ants to her she saw cars crashing around her feet, people running into buildings; it was crazy. Casey hadnâ€™t seen herself since she transformed so she stopped in front of a large office building which she was just a tad shorter than and she looked at herself in the reflection. She looked amazing. She cupped her new giant breasts and looked amazed at herself.

All the people from floors 1 to 57 saw this amazingly large woman standing in front of their office building in pink lingerie looking at herself. Casey noticed Mark wasnâ€™t getting the best view so she grabbed him off her shoulder and placed him in her cleavage. Mark loved this position. He was squished between his wifeâ€™s magnificent breasts looking down at the city. Then he noticed that the city became even smaller. He was becoming even more surrounded by breasts and all was getting bigger around him. Casey grew to 300 ft and was taller than any building in the city. Mark was slipping so he grabbed all he could of Caseyâ€™s breast and crawled over until he snuggled nicely between the large bra cup and Caseyâ€™s boob.

As Casey started to walk down the city Mark became loose and slipped down to Caseyâ€™s large nipple. Mark was squished between Caseyâ€™s cup and a nipple that was as big as him. Casey felt pleasure rush through her and pulled Mark out of her bra and put him in her thong.

Mark now lay on the fabric of Caseyâ€™s pink thong and a giant pussy which was taller than him. Casey continued to rampage through the city causing damage. Mark looked into the largest pussy heâ€™d ever seen and noticed something strange. Beside Caseyâ€™s oversized clitoris was a shinning green sac. He wanted to see what it was so he grabbed his wifeâ€™s pubes and climbed into her vagina. He crawled to the little sac tapped it and a green substance splattered all over him. But as quickly as it leaked the sac closed up back to normal.

In all the commotion he fell out of Caseyâ€™s wet pussy and landed back on her thong. Casey had an orgasm as a result of the pleasure and fell over. She hit a small building and nearly toppled it. Once the sensation passed she was able to stand and squished her large breasts against a building. All the people inside thought that the building would collapse and yelled in fear but Casey saved it from falling.

She became somewhat tired and decided that she caused enough damage. The mega-giantess Casey left the city with a trail of damage behind and returned to the field that they were at earlier that morning. Casey took Mark out of her thong and placed him on the ground. Casey shrunk down to her normal height and Mark and Casey drove home. It was now night.

Mark wasnâ€™t feeling great ever since that green substance oozed all over him and Casey was taking care of him. He lay in bed with a fever which kept rising. Eventually he was able to go to sleep but Casey stayed up and realized his fever kept rising. Then it just dropped. All of the sudden he went to normal temperature. Casey woke Mark up and asked how he was feeling. He said he felt fine now but he had a sensation going through his body. He began to get bigger right in front of Casey. Mark began to panic. Casey assured him that she wasnâ€™t causing this and she told Mark to concentrate. Then he brought himself back to his normal height. Then he realized that he had gotten Caseyâ€™s powers too.

The Adventures of Casey Part 4

Jenmen23 — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 02:29:27 +0000

The next couple of years flew by for Casey and Amanda at University. The became great friendes and shared many fun times doing things together and experimenting with Casey's amazing growth powers.

Casey and Amanda both graduated and took a new step in there lives Casey became a model for many companies and many items becasue she could change her appearance and Amanda worked at a bank. They would definitely see each other a lot still because they lived in the same city.

Casey became the face of modelling more many companies and their items. She made a fourtune becasue of the multiple modelling contracts that she got. She was a model for playboy. There she was known as Sierra Erona a 6'4" godess with DDD sized tits a larger than average pussy and a big round ass with many curves along with it. Her second job was a bra model at Victoria's Secret. THere she was Sidney Russel, a 5'10" red hed with F sized tits that nearly explode every bra that she modeled. Her third job was a bikini model there she was Fiona Reid a 6' tall woman with EE sized tits cusrvy shape and very long, sexy and smooth legs that many people desired. She often posed revealing her superb cleavage that made many drool. Because of this some might be fooled into thinking that she was being advertised, not the bikini. Her fourth and final job was modelling for a dress company. She modeled their low cut dresses. Here she was Tracy Weston a 6'5" tall, black haired beauty. She had the biggest roundest ass of all the models and it showed in the dress the bottom was stretched to the near point of ripping, she had long legs and DD sized boobs which pushed the neck of the dress down to reveal amazing cleavage.

After a few years of Casey made a fourtune. She made millions to just show off her body in different outfits for different companies. She drove a nice car and had a mansion to live in. She had fun doing her job.

A couple of years passed and she met a man named Mark. He was handsome at 6'4" with large muscles and a bright smile. After many dates they both loved each other and became married. Casey knew that at some point she would need to tell Mark about her amazing power.

One day when Casey returned to the mansion after a day of work she called Amanda. Mark had left for a business trip and wouldn't return until very late that night. Casey told Amanda that she felt kind of lonely without Mark and needed some company. Amnada came over after her day of work was over. When she arrived they chatted laughed a bit and had a fun time then Amanda brought up the fun time they had at university and Amanda wanted to rekindle the magic. Casey eagerly agreed and they went to the bedroom. Amanda stripped down to her panties while Casey was in the bathroom. Afetr a long time Casey finally came out in her black bra and g-string. Amnada was already on the bed in her panties and Casey crawled on her. Casey made her boobs grow to F sized and Amanda watched as Casey's tits slowly spilled over her bra and tore it off.then Casey crawled over Amanda and Amanda paused looking puzzled.

"What do you have down there?", she said pointing to Casey's black g-string which seemed to have a small lump in it.

"Sit back and watch" said Casey.

They both kneeled at opposite ends of the bed and Amanda watched as a large penis was emerging from Casey's g-string. Casey was in the bathroom becasue she was giving herself a penis!

Casey still remained a woman except without the vagina. Casey grew her penis to a foot long. Amanda began to storke it and then put it in her mouth until Casey became hard. then Casey inserted it into Amanda and she pumped until her load came out. Amanda screamed in pleasure then pulled out.

"Bigger!" she yelled.

Casey lay flat on the bed as Amanda knelled to the side and watched Casey's penis grow, 2' then 3' eventually to 4 feet in length. Amanda stood straight up and examined the largest penis ever. She rubbed it and sucked it then she climbed a top it as it supported her in the air.

In all the excitement she manged to yell once more, "Bigger!"

Amanda could feel Casey's penis grow inside her and Amanda was being raised higher into ther air until her back touched the 9 foot tall ceiling. Casey lay flat on the bed at 6'2" with a fully erect 9ft penis reaching the ceiling supporting her freind. then Amanda watched as Casey grew under her. Casey's legs began to lengthen out then her boobs began to grow until they were beach ball sized. Her torso grew until she was 9ft tall. Casey was now laying on the floor across the bedroom to allow more space and she grew again this time strecthing out to 12ft. She could grow no more as she was double the height of Amanda with a penis three feet taller than Amanda. THey reached orgasms and Casey unloaded a huge amount of cum into Amanda and they yelled together in pleasure. And then the door opened...

Mark stood there in utter shock as he saw his wife laying across the floor of their bedroom at 12ft in length with a 9ft long penis and then noticed Amanda at the end of this giant penis naked.

Casey quickly shrunk down to normal size and turned her penis back to a vagina and found something to put on and Amanda grabbed some clothes and left the mansion.

After Amanda left Mark became furious at Casey. Casey managed to calm Mark down and eplained to him the story of her powers.

"So you can change into anything?" asked Mark.

"Yea, all or just part of me." Casey replied.

Mark wanted to test this out even though he got a short glimpse of it earlier and he asked if Casey was up for it. Casey was able to manipulate her insides to give her a increased stamina. Casey also explained to Mark that she was those 4 different models and that's how she had a high income. It all finally made sense to Mark now.

Mark lay on the bed ready to see what his wife would do.

"I'll let you make the first move honey," said Casey.

"Start with your boobs." said Mark.

Mark watched in awe as his wife's tits were growing from DD size to EEE. Here tits became round and were overflowing her cups. This caused so much stress on her bra until it popped loose. Casey was still leaning over Mark and he watched Casey's tits get freed form her bra then Casey nearly toppled on top of him because of the immense weight of her mammaries.

"Give me a moment." said Casey.

Casey now made her muscular structure bigger to support the weight. Mark watched Casey's muscles grow and bulge out to a normal man's size to support the masive weight of Casey's breasts. Casey made her biceps bigger until they bulged like footballs. She added muscle to her legs to make them more sexy and she gave herself a 6 pack. Mark was astonished at the transformation going on infront of him and he noticed that Casey's g-string was about to burst.

"I'll fix that."aid Mark, and he reached down to pull it off but just before he could Casey lengthend her body to 6'6" and the g-string burst. Casey kept growing until she hit 7 feet. She added more musleces to her frame. Her biceps exploded to the size of a male bodybuilder her back and pecs exploded with raw muscle as she was getting ready to exapand her breasts to match her huge stature. To complete the growth her breasts grew to two perfectly round beach ball sized breasts. Mark had his 7ft 250lb of all muscle wife literally suffocating him with all the pressure. Casey ripped Mark's pants off and grabbed his penis and put it in her soaked pussy. Her vagina muscles were crushing his penis with every pump. His screams couldn't be heard because his face was buried between two giant tits. When he unloaded into Casey she rolled off him and he gasped for air thankful that his wife got off him.

"I think that I like you before you could crush me," he said in between gasps of air.

Casey shrunk down to her normal 6'2" size but left her back muscles and pecs stronge to support the weight of her breasts which Mark insited she keep for a little while longer. Mark put his penis between Casey's mounds of flesh all the way into her mouth. Mark had a pretty big penis and he unloaded into Casey's mouth the last for the night and they both rolled over in ecstasy.

Mark knew this was the start of something great.

End of Part 4