godlike/unlimited strength

June & Jerry at Jane's Gym

marknew742 — Wed, 14 Jul 2010 21:12:34 +0000

June & Jerry at Jane's Gym
by Marknew and Steve the Z

We had come to the local branch of the new gym because they had sent us a free one-month membership we could use if we were one of the first fifty couples who showed up. They also promised a free, state-of-the-art training program guaranteed to give immediate results. It was supposed to be a “couples friendly” gym, and their logo was a metallic kiss. A large 3D kiss, just like the logo, hung on the wall behind the reception desk.

A pretty girl came out to meet us and introduced herself as our trainer. She wore a leotard with the words “Jane’s Gym” stenciled across her fit, but very feminine chest. She handed us temporary ID cards, an information and safety sheet and, surprisingly, a yellow pill in a glassine envelope and a Dixie cup of water.

“What’s this?” I said, smiling at her.

“This is the new 100% natural fitness adjuvant the first fifty couples receive,” she said, handing another yellow pill to my girlfriend. “You’re very lucky! You’re the forty-ninth couple to show up!”

“Wow, thanks!” I said, as I popped the pill into my mouth and swallowed. June and I went toward the locker rooms. “We’ll be right out,” I said to the girl.

“Um, Jerry,” June said, looking a bit suspiciously at the pill, “Are you sure they’re not giving us steroids. I don’t want to come out of here speaking in deep voice and looking like an acne’d muscle freak”

“Don’t get all worried. She said it’s all natural, and anyway, it’s just one pill. What could one little pill do?” I said, slightly annoyed. June frowned. I could feel one of our usual arguments coming. She always claimed I didn’t take her opinions seriously enough.

A few minutes later we were standing next to the free weights. I had changed into my muscle-t and gym shorts and June had donned the complimentary stretchy pale blue leotards the gym had given her, also with the words “Jane’s Gym” and the logo, which fit tightly across the front. I was annoyed that she got new exercise clothes while I didn’t. Then I saw she was still holding the glassine envelope.

“Junie, if you’re not going to take it, then just give it me,” I said insistently and held out my hand.

“Don’t rush me!” she said with a pout. “You know I hate pills.”

“You’re making such a big deal about it. Just decide, either way, so we can start.”

She crinkled her nose. “Well ... just this once,” She unscrewed the cap of her water bottle and took her pill with a gulp of water.

“Do you feel any different, Jerry?” June asked me. She put a hand on my shoulder to steady herself as she looked over the dumbbells. I shook my head. “Um, I sort of feel light on my feet. It must be from that pill!” she said anxiously.

“You can’t be feeling a side-effect already,” I said. “I feel exactly the same as before. I’m sure it’s all in your head. It’s just how you get with pills.”

She made a face at me and took her hand away. “I don’t know if you’re right ... well ... it passed, I guess.”

The trainer seemed to have disappeared, so I took a couple of twenty pound dumbbells off a rack and started to lift them experimentally. June took a ten pound dumbbell off the rack and, tentatively, started doing curls, trying to imitate my movements.

I had done about ten reps with each arm and was placing the weights carefully back on the rack when I glimpsed June’s reflection in the large mirror behind the racks of weights. She was still curling the ten pound dumbbell with her right arm. I thought it was a trick of the reflection, but her whole arm seemed bigger. In fact, it seemed to be quite athletically muscled!

Shaking my head, I turned from the mirror to look directly at June, and I gasped.

“Holy shit! What’s happened to your arm!” I said.

“What?” she said. She stopped her curling, looking somewhat dazed. “What about my arm – Oh!”

She had stopped with the dumbbell raised before her face, and she was staring at the distinctly larger bicep she now had. “Jerry! What happened? Where did that – that MUSCLE come from!”

“I – I don’t know!” I said. “Nobody develops muscles that quickly!”

“Really? Well, I am, obviously,” she said. She seemed a little proud of herself even though she had no explanation.

I was staring at her muscle in amazement. “June, look! You’re just standing there, just holding the dumbbell, but your bicep is still growing! Wait, do you think it could be that pill they gave us? But no, that makes no sense. I took one too, and it’s not happening to me!”

June shrugged and transferred the dumbbell to her left hand. She absentmindedly started to curl it and meanwhile clenched her right fist so she could flex her muscle. “I dunno. But just look at it, Jerry! It’s so big now! I think it’s gotta be as big as yours!”

“No. It’s definitely not!” I replied quickly, although I said to myself it was probably close. Too close. I took back the pair of twenty pound dumbbells and started to pump them all over again to get my muscles to start growing too. “Just think! If the pill did THAT for you, just think what it’s going to do for ME!” I said, fervently hoping my words would be true.

I did twenty more reps as quickly as I could. All the lifting was making my arms tremble, and I even started sweating. Meanwhile June was doing slow, easy reps with her left arm. I could literally see her slender arm begin bulging with muscle, her bicep expanding a little more with each curl of the weight, her forearm getting wider, thicker and more defined too.

“Exercising is a lot more fun than I thought it would be. I feel great! This dumbellthingee just keeps getting lighter and lighter!” she said, a big smile on her face. The word ‘slender’ would not come to anyone’s mind now when they saw how thickly muscular her arm had become!

I dropped the weights on the mat and wiped my brow as we both turned to the mirror and flexed our biceps. I had expected, over time, that my arms would be growing new powerful muscles that would impress the hell out of June, but instead, the newly minted biceps on June’s arms made mine look totally out of shape.

“Cool!” June said, looking at her reflection. I decided to stop flexing before she noticed, but it was too late. She had already looked at mine and had made her comparisons. “Gee, Jerry, I have to admit you’re right. Your biceps ARE still a little bigger than mine, but then, mine are all nice and round and even-looking. Yours are kind of lumpy and twitchy and even maybe a little jiggly!” she said, giggling at the last bit. “You know?”

“At least we both agree that mine ARE bigger,” I said defensively. “But this whole thing doesn’t make any sense!” I said.

“Mmmm hmmm, I guess. Are you sure you took the pill, baby?” June asked.

“I really did! Didn’t you see me?” I said, my voice rising. June shrugged. “So why is it working on you and not on me?!”

“Beats me,” she said, shrugging her shoulders again. Was it the light, or did her shoulders widen a bit when she shrugged them? I had to see if her muscles were real, so I reached over and felt her right bicep. “Gosh, June, your bicep is as hard as a rock!” I said in amazement.

“Is it?” she said, smiling. “That’s good, isn’t it? Let me feel yours.” She squeezed mine and compressed it embarrassingly easily. “Ohh. Yours isn’t, babe,” she said, “even though it’s bigger.”

“June, of course it’s bigger! It SHOULD be bigger. I’m a man!” I insisted. She frowned and gently brushed my hand from her arm so she could bend down and pick up the twenty pounders I had dropped. “Hey! What are you doing?” I said, alarmed about what I feared was about to happen.

“Well, you know how girls can be, illogical, emotional, curious about the silliest little things,” she said, with a bit of an edge. “I know that you’re the man and you’re the one with the big, strong muscles, but I just wanna see what happens, if I lift a little bit more --

“But you don’t have to --

She was ignoring me. “Hmm! That’s strange. These feel so light! The way you were sweating and grunting before with ‘em, I thought they’d be a whole lot heavier! Maybe they’re the wrong weight or something. I’ll have to see,” she said, putting on a serious face. She lifted one of the dumbbells and her arm immediately responded, her bicep visibly expanding with at least another inch of solid muscle! “Ooooh! Will you look at that!”

“June, stop!” I said. “If you keep lifting your muscles will just keep growing!”

“But wasn’t that the plan, babe?” she said, as one arm went down and the other went up, her biceps growing bigger with each rep. Not only that, her shoulders were getting wider and rounder too.

She smiled at the look on my face and stopped, letting her arms hang at her sides, slightly extended. Blue veins ran up her arms and around her biceps, which had a marked prominence to them even with her arms straight, and then up and across her shoulders. She wasn’t even breathing heavily and her arms were perfectly still, as if the weights she held were sleigh bells instead of dumbbells. And the longer she held them out the more her shoulders and triceps were thickening, matching her biceps. When she was satisfied with the symmetry, she put the dumbbells back on the rack.

“Aww, don’t have a cow, boyfriend!” she said, smirking. “See, I stopped! Happy?” She turned to the mirror and looked at our reflections as she flexed her arms, making me gasp once again. “Seems clear to me! Mine are DEFINITELY bigger than yours, even though I AM a girl! Ha ha ha! Jealous, honey?”

She put her hands behind the back of her blonde head and made her biceps bounce. “It’s really great to feel strong! Know what I mean, Jerry?”

“I don’t – I – I don’t know!” I said, my eyes shifting back and forth from one of June’s bulging biceps to the other.

“Of course you don’t, I mean, you couldn’t really know, right? I mean, how could you?”

“Hey, wait. That’s not what I meant. I ... I’m strong!” I said, somewhat hesitantly. June raised her eyebrows, and then fixed a hard look at my biceps. I felt as though they were shrinking under her intense scrutiny. “It’s just ... just that you look so different!”

A new reflection appeared in the mirror, the girl who had given us the pills.

“And how are you two doing….” she started to say. “Oh my! I see at least one of you is doing just fine!”

“Hey, what’s the deal here?” I said, exasperated. “Look at her! And look at me! Those pills aren’t working right at all!”

“They seem to be working just fine on her, sir,” she said brightly.

“But what about me? We each took a pill!”

“And have you been working out?” she said. I nodded vigorously. “Hard?”

“Yes!” I said, a bit annoyed at all her questions. “Harder than she has!” I added, pointing at June, who was absentmindedly playing with my twenty pounders to work on the shape of her still-growing biceps.

“Well, you obviously haven’t developed your muscles any more since I last saw you, sir, so it’s clear to me that the pill has had no effect on you! Would you like another?”

My eyes opened wide. “Oh, yes! Yes, I would! Please!” I pleaded desperately.

“Of course!” she said. “I mean, it’s only fair, since it’s certainly obvious looking at you that the first one didn’t work,” She took one of the pill envelopes from a pouch at her waist and handed it to me. I ripped open the package eagerly and dry-swallowed the pill while she watched.

She took a close look at June, then peered surreptitiously around the still empty gym. “There ARE quite a few extra pills. Do you think I could try one of these myself?” she said to June. “I’ve been working out for years, but I’m nowhere near close to having a body like yours!”

“Why not?” June said. “I think it would look funny if the trainers were weaker than the members. Don’t you?”

“You’re so right!” she said, and slipped one into her mouth “Oh, that’s strange! I felt as if I was floating for a second!” she said, laughing lightly.

“You did?” I said. That was just what June had said. While the girl was floating, I was getting a sinking feeling.

“Just for a sec,” she said, “but then it passed. Didn’t you feel anything at all, sir?”

“Uhm well, maybe…” I said. “I’m not sure,”

“Well, maybe you just didn’t notice,” she said, losing interest in me. “So, June, tell me, how did you get such fabulous arms?” the girl asked.

“It was so easy!” she said. “Here! I’ll show you!”

June grabbed a couple of fifty pound dumbbells off the rack.

“June! Not those!” I cried out and tried to stop her, but she held them behind her, away from me. As she held them out, even without lifting them up, her arms immediately started to grow a bit bigger.

“Whoa!” the girl said, impressed. “You get muscle just like that?”

“Sure! It’s so easy. I bet you will too!” June said

“Wow! That’d be fantastic!” the girl said.

“Well, it doesn’t always work,” I said, cautiously.

“It always works for me!” June said, looking at me. “Why don’t you pick up some fifties too, Jerry!” “You’ve taken two pills now, and you’re a man, so you ought to be able to use those and catch up twice as fast, right?”

I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed two fifty pounders myself while the girl choose a couple of twenty pound dumbbells.

The fifty pounders were REALLY heavy. I held them at my sides, visibly struggling while June held hers in the same position as easily as she would hold her purse. The girl didn’t seem to be having any trouble with her twenty pounders either.

“…what the fu…” I mumbled under my breath, “…is going ON here!”

Valiantly, I summoned all my strength and willpower and started to work on some curls. My arms were shaking even with the first rep; the sweat was pouring down my red face.

Meanwhile, the two giggling girls curled their dumbbells as easily as if they were tossing popcorn into their mouths at the movies, and while they exercised they chatted casually.

“This is SO easy! I can’t believe it!” the girl was saying.

“Jerry always made such a big DEAL about working out and being too tired to help make dinner afterwards! What a faker!”

“Well, men ALWAYS do exaggerate how hard things are!”

“I know! And if you ask them to do anything useful...”

“Don’t get me started! Oooh, look! My bicep’s already showing!”

“It looks great!”

“Not as good as yours,”

“But you just started! Here, take these,” June said, flipping the fifty pounders ten feet across the room to the girl. They whizzed by me like a Randy Johnson fastball, but the girl easily snatched them out of the air and started pumping them just as easily as she had with the lighter weights. “That’s the way!”

“Oh yeah! These are SO much better.”

I had reached the point where I could not even raise the same one hundred pounds even an inch and just watched in frustrated amazement as these two formerly skinny women gained more muscle mass in their arms in minutes than I had in my entire body! Finally I could not even hold onto the weights and they fell from my lifeless fingers with a loud clang.

The girls stopped lifting and were pointing at my arms and comparing them to theirs. It was getting so embarrassing! Then they started whispering to each other, giggling and casting sidelong glances at me, as if they had some kind of plan.

June came over and grabbed my waist. Wh-What are you ---” I began as she pushed me toward the mirror. I was trying to stay where I was but could not counter her incredible strength. Even worse, I could see that the more I resisted, the more my resistance was making her muscles grow.

“You’ll see,” June sang out in a teasing voice.

I decided I had to give in so I just stood there. Meanwhile, the girl, who was directly behind me holding the weights straight at her sides, started doing shrugs. Soon, her shoulders began to peek out from either side of me.

“N-no!” I said, watching as her broad, muscle-packed shoulders widen way past the girth of my own. “Stop! It’s n-not fair!!” I said, wholly unable to stop myself from whining.

“See!” June squealed happily. “I told you that would happen!”

“This is SO much fun!” the girl said, as her shoulders continued to develop. Finally, she put the weights down and stood in front of me, right next to June. They held their arms out in twin double biceps poses and flexed to show off their huge muscles.

“Jerry wishes he had arms and shoulders like ours, right Jerry?” June teased me.

“I bet you never imagined your girlfriend could be so much bigger and stronger than you!” the girl added, placing her fingers on top of June’s bicep. “I bet you have no idea just how much bigger than you she is!” she taunted as she took a tape measure from her pouch to measure June’s bicep. She carefully wrapped the tape around the largest part of June’s muscle. “Oooh! Very nice!” she said before handing the tape to June, who measured the girl’s.

“Now it’s your turn to flex for me, honey,” June said.

“I don’t want to!“ I said.

“Jerry! Don’t be such a baby! We agreed we’d do this every day after we worked out, remember?” June said sharply. She wrapped the tape tightly around my arm and put her dainty hand on my muscle, right next to the tape. Her expression became stern. “Now, are you going to squeeze your muscle ... or am I?” I reluctantly raised my right arm and let June measure my fully flexed bicep.

“Tsk tsk. Thirteen and a half inches ... just,” she announced. The girl laughed. “He’s not even a fraction of an inch bigger than he was before, the poor dear!”

“Wh-wh-what’s yours?” I blurted, my curiosity getting the better of me.

“Mine?” she said innocently. “You want to know MY measurements? Why, my biceps are twenty two inches around, sweetie. More than twice as big as they were this morning! Isn’t that just so chic?” She flexed her right bicep and motioned at it with her left hand like a model on a game show.

“Mine are still ONLY eighteen inches,” the girl said, “but I still like them, and I’m not finished yet!” she said with determination.

“You GO girl! You don’t know just how strong you can get if you keep working those muscles hard!”

“But I’ve been working mine harder than either of you!” I said plaintively.

The two girls stood in front of me with their hands on their hips, their wide shoulders and arms brimming with powerful muscles, and shook their heads at me sympathetically.

“It does SEEM like you’re trying, sir!” the girl said as June nodded. “I’m really very sorry the pills have no effect on you,” she added. Now June was just looking at me impassively. Maybe she wasn’t sorry! “But I can assure you the pills are all exactly the same! As you can see they work VERY well on your girlfriend, and on me too!” she went on. June was smiling now while the girl flexed her bicep hard to show me, and it was continuing to grow right before my eyes.

“Just how much longer are these pills going to work?” I asked.

“I was told the length of an ordinary workout,” she said. “One, two at the most, three hours. They sure didn’t tell me they would work this fast, or this much!” she said, flexing her eighteen inch gun for me and smiling. “I guess there are a few things they don’t tell the new employees, or the customers.”

“That doesn’t seem right,” I said.

“Well, I can see why you’d say that, but I’m sure not complaining,” she said.

“Me neither,” June said. “I never wanted big muscles, at least, not until I had some, tee hee hee! But I LOVE ‘em. I think these pills are the greatest!”

“Well I don’t. I’m not happy at all, and I want to register a complaint!” I said, feeling very displeased by June’s lack of support for my position.

The girl looked annoyed at me. “Hey! You haven’t paid for anything, sir. You get to use the gym for free, so as far as I can see you’re no worse off. I don’t see what you have to complain about just ‘cause you’re so much smaller and weaker than your girlfriend now. Men!” She turned around abruptly and went through a door marked “Employees Only”.

“That wasn’t nice, Jerry,” June said. “You’re jealous ‘cause your muscles are so much SMALLer than hers, and your GIRLfriend’s,” June said, holding her mountainous biceps in front of my face and flexing them repeatedly. “I’m sure you know that jealousy is a VERY unattractive trait.”

“I’m NOT jealous!” I answered.

“Oh yes you are!” she said. “You’re totally jealous that I’ve got big muscles!”

“Just your arms!” I said heatedly, watching them grow even more. “Well, your arms and your shoulders…”

“You were the one who pushed me to come here. Remember when you said, ‘Junie, wouldn’t you like to have firmer arms and toned muscles?’”

“I know, I know!” I said. “I’m just – confused is all! I didn’t expect all this to happen this way, you know!”

“Well, you never know HOW somebody’s gonna react to working out, you know!” June countered, walking back to the weights rack and looking them over. “You thought you’d just show off your body and how you know about using the weights, but I guess I can use them better than you!”

“W-wait! What are you doing now?” I said, rushing over to her. “Haven’t you had enough, uh, development for one day already? Aren’t there a bunch of programs on TV you wanted to watch?”

“Well, I don’t know,” she said thoughtfully, running her hand across the rows of free weights stacked in front of her. “Look at all of these. There are so many possibilities! Some look so light and some look very heavy,”

Was it my imagination or were June’s thighs and calves looking more and more sturdy as she moved down the racks? Her glutes were certainly looking good under the high cut back of her leotard!

“What’s this funny thing?” June asked when I turned back to her. She had reached the end of the weight racks, standing tall and strong on her solid looking, shapely legs and was looking at –

“Uhm, that’s a bench for, well, I think it’s set up for crunches right now,” I said, as I came up beside her. I did a double take. Was she TALLER?

“What’s a crunch?”

“Wh-what are what?” I asked, trying to avoid the question.

“Crunches!” she said in exasperation. “What’s the matter with you Jerry? You look dazed!”

“Sorry,” I said, “But I think even WALKING is making you stronger now! Look at your legs June!”

“Oh wow, you’re right! No wonder you’re all flustered! Hee hee, the effects of the pill must be increasing! I’m turning into a supergirl just by walking around!’

“This is unbelievable,” I said.

“And you actually look shorter to me,” she said nonchalantly. “Now, tell me how
you work this thing,” she commanded, with her hands on her hips and a no nonsense look on her face.

“Um, well, you lay down on it, put your feet under those pads, your hands behind your head, and do sit ups, concentrating on working just your stomach muscles. You can make it harder by tilting it back”

“Sounds simple enough,” she said, elevating one end as far as it could go, nearly eighty degrees, and then sitting on the bench and laying back as she slid her sneakers under the holders.

Her biceps rolled up into mini-boulders when she planted her hands at the back of her head. Grinning, June lifted her torso upward. “This is too easy!” she said. She slipped out and grabbed a couple of sixty pound dumbbells like they were made of balsa wood and slid her sneakers back in.

She held the weights behind her with her arms outstretched for maximum effect and did a few more crunches lifting her torso and the weights with ease, her abs becoming larger and more distinct with each rep as mounds of new muscle obediently popped up under the spandex over her tummy, her obliques considerately following suit as they clustered in thick tight knots of sinew at her sides.

Bounding back to her feet, June looked down at her fabulous abs. “No wonder they call it a six pack!” she said. “They DO like the tops of beer cans, don’t they!”

“My god!” I said, my hand instinctively moving to my own stomach.

“If you need any bats broken, just swing right here!” June said, laughing as she mock punched herself in the stomach. “Ow! That hurts!” She blew on her smarting fingers, once again making her huge bicep swell. “Makes your little man-tummy look kind of soft, don’t it Jerry?”

“Uh – uh…,”

“’Course THIS makes your little arm look kinda puny too, I guess,” she said, placing her left hand on top of her right bicep, which it didn’t even began to cover. “And, oooo! It’s just so HARD! Reminds me of a bowling ball sorta! Just feel it baby!”

I couldn’t help myself, and I put my hand on June’s bicep. Out of curiosity I measured my handspan later. It wasn’t even seven inches. Which meant my formerly skinny girlfriend’s bicep, which I could have easily almost encompassed with my whole hand and made her yelp in pain with hardly a squeeze, was now almost TWICE the size of a softball.

“Go ahead baby!” she said, smiling. “Squeeze as hard as your cute little muscles can!”

I was getting annoyed with her and wanted to show her up, so I applied as much pressure as I could. At first I felt a bit of give in her muscle, but the harder I squeezed the harder it seemed to get. Soon it became so hard it felt as if I was pushing against solid marble under her soft skin.

“Are you still squeezing?” June said impatiently, “or are you just giving up? I kinda felt your fingers at first, but by the end I could hardly tell you were still at it!”

“Yes! I AM!” I said, putting everything into it, but my whole hand was cramping now and I had no choice but to stop. “I can’t do it anymore! It’s like trying to crush a steel ball! This is impossible!”

“I thought that’s what would happen. I can feel my other muscles hardening too, ‘in sympathy’. This is way cool!” June said.

I just stared at her.

“I never thought my arms would be so, so BIG and HARD!!” she said, “And so strong! I bet I could lift a car up by the back end! Wouldn’t that be awesome! I’ll never wear sleeves again, unless I want to see guys react when they’re stretched tight around my, what did that girl call them? My big guns! Ha ha ha!”

“Your new muscles are going to your head!” I said.

“Yeah maybe they are,” she said. “Imagine if they did! What if I’d need to do is think hard about something and I’d get smarter. Ha ha. But I don’t think that’s happening. I don’t care! I like my muscles! A lot! And I want more!”

“M-more?” I said. “Are you kidding, June?”

“Nope! In fact, I was thinkin’ ‘bout what you said about my legs! How can I make them stronger too? And don’t give me that look! Just tell me!”

“Oh boy!” I said. “I’m going to regret this!”

“No you won’t Jerry! Don’t you want me to have killer legs that you can touch and do other things to, hmm?”

“Well, I guess I can’t stop you anyway. Gulp! I think the easiest way to build up your legs is with squats and calf raises.”

“Goody! Sounds like fun! What do I do?”

I showed June how to do squats by putting two fifty pound discs on each side of a barbell, lifting it above my head and back to my shoulders, and then doing ten reps while she watched me critically.

“Hmm, seems easy enough!” she said as I set the barbell on the mat, puffing a little with my exertions.

She bent over and picked the barbell up with one hand. “Kinda light, don’t you think?” she said, raising a brow.

“That’s not light. It’s a hundred pounds! “ I said.

“Heavy for you, maybe, but like I said, kinda light for a girl. Maybe another couple of hundred? Put them on for me, that’s a good boy!”

Shaking my head, I slipped two fifty pounders on each end of the barbell and tightened the screws.

She bent over and grasped the barbell with her palms up, lifting it to her waist easily.

“That’s a little better,” she said, her biceps practically exploding with muscle. They had grown at least another two inches as she hefted the barbell, the veins across them as thick as pencils.

“You should have eaten your Wonder Bread when you were a little boy, Jerry!” she said, laughing. “Then maybe you’d have grown up big and strong like me!”

She hoisted the barbell up and held it above her head. I could see striation marks under her leotard as her pecs suddenly blossomed.

“So, I just put it across my shoulders like this then,” she said, lowering the bar onto her suddenly even brawnier shoulders, her biceps trying to push her hands away from the bar as they bulged huge enough to push against her forearms, her chest thrusting towards me as it too packed on more mass.

“Right, Jerry?” she said, looking up at me.

“R-right!” I stammered.

“So then, I squat down – like this….” Bending her knees, June let herself down, her thighs promptly becoming more substantial, rounder and definitely stronger. “And then I just stand up!”

She straightened up, immediately stronger, taller and happier. “Oh boy! It’s working! This is fun!”

June did a few more squats, each time making her thighs grow more muscular, the tear-drop shapes of the muscles larger, firmer and more pronounced every time she stood back up. And she grew another inch taller each time as well.

“I think this is better than watching TV. What do you think?” she asked, almost staring me straight in the eyes now. “Hmmm, have I done enough, or should I do a few more? If we hurried home we’d make it in time for the Friends marathon tonight. Twelve episodes in a row!” She knew how I hated that show.

I stared at her long, power-packed legs. Even six hours of Friends would be better than June getting even bigger and more muscular, I felt, but instead I blurted out my real fears, saying, “Enough! Enough, already! If you do any more, you’ll be taller than me!” Immediately I regretted it.

“Oh, will I?” she said and did another squat. Now she WAS as tall as me. She winked and did another, her legs even mightier now and one inch taller than me! “Gee, Jerry, don’t you like girls with long legs?”

“Yes, but ...”

“Hmm,” she hmmmed. “In that case, I really shouldn’t take the chance that you’ll like other girls with longer legs more than you like me, right?”

“No! I --

“Up and down (squat), and up and down (squat) and just one more (squat) or maybe two (squat) or three (squat) or more (squat) (squat) (squat) JUST for you!”

My eyes went up, and up, and up as June, now all six feet, seven inches of her, towered over me! Just her legs reached almost up to the middle of my torso!

She carefully put the barbells down, bending over away from me, the striations in her glutes standing out in sharp relief, the leotard stretched so thin around her powerful torso it had in all practicality become a thong. Then she turned around and took a long-legged step so she was standing beside me.

“You’re such a cute little boy, Jerry!” she said. “So tiny and so adorable! Like a little pet!” She started patting me on the head.

“Wh-wh-what!” I spluttered.

“Wow! And I feel so, so, I don’t know the word for it!” June said, clenching her fists and making her biceps and pecs swell.

“P-p-pumped?” I said meekly.

“The right letter, yes, but the wrong word,” she said. “I was thinking POWERFUL!” she boomed, looking down at me. My girlfriend had become a giant!

“Look Jerry!” she said, grasping her right wrist with her left hand, she did a side bicep pose next to my right arm, bending down so our biceps were side by side. Your little mini-muscle looks kinda embarrassed next to mine, doesn’t it?”

The size difference was incredible. I could hardly believe it was only yesterday that I had made fun of June’s skinny arms when I opened a jar of peanut butter for her. I doubt my bicep was even a third the size of hers now!

“Come over here, shorty!” she said, putting a hand on my back and giving me a mild push that nearly knocked me over. She guided me to a small round table and two chairs. “Let’s arm wrestle, baby!”

“Are you kidding!” I said. “You’ll kill me!”

“Aww, but I’m a girl, just a sweet, soft, gentle, little girl!” she said, resting her right elbow on the table. “Come on – NOW!”

Cowed, I sat opposite her and put my arm on the table, my pale, hairy, normal arm that looked like a straw next to June’s smooth, tanned, super-developed one. We grasped hands and I was amazed that my hand was still so much bigger then hers.

“Don’t you hurt me now Jerry!” she said, giggling. “One – two – three – GO!”

I started to push. June just looked at me, stifling a yawn. I pushed harder, harder. It was like trying to push a brick wall down, There was absolutely no give in that arm with the mini-mountain bicep. Even worse, as I pushed I could see a slight tremor in her forearm. She was still growing. The harder I pushed, the stronger she was becoming.

“Try both hands baby,” June said. “Go ahead and stand up so you can get some leverage.”

“I will!” I said, doing just that and pushing with all my strength, bracing my feet on the floor. To my dismay, once again her muscles were growing. All my effort was only making her stronger!

“I used to think you were SO strong Jerry!” June said as she casually pushed both my hands to the table. “But you’re such a little weakling!”

“He sure is!” It was the girl, who was now nearly as big as June and much more symmetrical. “I’ve been working some different weights,” she explained, “but now it’s time for another kind of training.”

“What now?” I asked, aghast.

“A little cardio,” she replied, taking June by the hand and walking over to the treadmills. “Come on, June. It’s time to work on endurance!” The two of them started running at a ten minute mile pace and steadily increased it to 8 minutes, then 6. Their feet were pounding harder and faster against the rubber.

“June! Be careful.”

“It’s not going fast enough,” she said, pushing the button to speed up more, until she was now at a 4 minute mile pace. Her voice sounded completely normal. She wasn’t the slightest bit out of breath, but her chest seemed even larger than before. She turned the treadmill faster, to a 3 minute mile pace. Of course, she was not running a mile ... yet.

“I have an idea! This gym has a hypobaric chamber. Have you tried it?” She and June pushed the speed up again, this time to 2.5 minute miles. Now they were running faster than the record for the 100 meters!

“No. What is it?” June replied, her legs pounding like thunder in my ears.

“It’s like training at high altitudes. It makes you tired more quickly because the air has less oxygen, but that makes your body use the oxygen more efficiently. With the way the pills are working, just think what it will do for us!”

“Sounds great!” June said. She wasn’t even breathing hard. They stepped off together and went to the chamber. I followed them inside.

"I set it to 15,000 feet!" the girl said.

"Really?" June took a deep breath. "It DOES feel a little funny. Let's try it.”

They hopped on to the treadmill. "Come on, Jerry. You try too.”

I started at a walking pace of 4 miles per hour (a 15 minute mile) and immediately felt out of breath. Meanwhile, June and the girl had already increased to a 6 minute mile pace, their long legs flying. There was no way I could ever keep pace with these two giantesses.

"This is great!" June said. "But it's not hard enough.” She boosted the incline to 5%, and then 10%.

"You're right," the girl said, matching her. “I can go faster. Can you?”

“Of course!” June said. “It’s easy!” They were once again at a 4 minute mile pace, running uphill. Meanwhile I had turned mine off. I climbed down and leaned against the wall, gasping for breath while they sounded as relaxed as could be.

“Hey Jerry, as long as you’re not doing anything, make this chamber, um, more hypo, or whatever,” June said.

“It only goes to 20,000 feet,” the girl said, her feet pounding onto the tread.

“I guess that’ll have to do,” June replied.

I didn’t have enough air to reply, and perhaps not to think, but I staggered over to the controls and did as she asked. I heard the WHOOSH of more air leaving the chamber and started feeling even more light-headed. I turned slowly back toward June and the other girl. They were running even faster than before, breathing deeply but steadily and relaxed, their chests expanding more and more with each breath. My vision was getting blurry. It felt as though with each breath they took the girls were sucking all the oxygen out of the air for themselves, leaving nothing for me! My head started spinning, and I passed out.

When I came to, I was on the floor outside the chamber. I had no idea how much time had passed until I looked at the clock. It was nearly two o’clock, just over three hours since we had taken the pills. My head had cleared. In fact, I was feeling surprisingly good. I stood up, suddenly light on my feet. Across the gym June and the other girl were deep in conversation but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. At least they weren’t working out any more, but they looked like giants from across the room. I was feeling refreshed, completely refreshed actually, and felt a yen to start exercising again. I tentatively reached down and picked up a twenty pounder near my feet. It felt nearly weightless! I was nearly trembling with excitement, and headed to the weight rack and picked up a couple of fifties. They felt only slightly heavier. I began pumping them slowly, then more quickly. My biceps were growing! I uttered a cry of delight. “June, it’s working!” I called out. “Finally!”

I don’t know how they could have moved so quickly, but in a flash June and the girl were next to me, one at each side. They towered over me, naked except for cloths wrapped around their waists. They were like goddesses. Their bodies bulged with even more muscle than before, now perfectly distributed, while their sexy, feminine curves made my eyes goggle, temporarily distracting me from my lifting.

“He’s getting bigger quickly,” June said.

“He had two pills. And he’s a man,” the girl explained.

“I know,” June said, smiling, stroking my arm lightly with her fingers.

I started pumping again but after two more reps each girl caught the weight as I was about to lift again and held it fast and then easily took the dumbbells from my grasp. “Hey, what are you doing?” I asked, annoyed.

“You’re big enough,” June said while she felt my biceps. “And firm enough too, I think.”

She looked at the girl, who felt them too. “I think you’re right. Firm, but definitely not TOO hard.”

June then pushed me flat onto the floor with her hands on my shoulders. Even with the pills kicking in there was no way I could resist her overwhelming strength. “Hey!” I said, struggling to sit up.

“Look at how his abs are coming in when you do that,” the girl said. “It works his glutes too.”

“I like six packs! And tight buns too,” June said. “Come on, Jerry, try harder!” she said, challenging me.

I kept pushing even though I could see holding me down was taking no effort at all for June. “But I want to work my arms!” I protested.

“Awww, baby wants biceps?” she teased, tracing my rapidly developing six pack with her finger, moving in circular motions lower and lower down my stomach.

“They always think that’s what makes them manly,” the girl said, flexing and admiring her extra-large guns. “But I don’t like it when guys have biceps that are really big. It goes right to their heads.”

“I know! They get so full of themselves! There are other things that are much more important, like being faithful and thoughtful, paying attention to us when we talk and remembering special days, like birthdays, Valentine's Day, the day we met, our first movie, our first kiss, the first time we made love,” June said, leaning toward me. Her fingers were now right at the edge of the waistband of my shorts, while her breasts dangled in front of my face.

“He’s getting ....” the girl said, looking away slightly.

“I know,” June said, touching me excruciatingly lightly through my shorts. "Very!"

“Stop doing that!” I said, looking up at the girl and then over at June, who glanced over at the girl and, except for a little twitch of her mouth, ignored me. This wasn’t at all like her. June was usually somewhat modest and very private. I grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her hand away. I was able to make absolutely no progress moving her amazingly strong arm, but just exerting my muscles against hers was making my muscles grow, so I started using both arms and poured all my strength into it.

“His arms are getting stronger, June!” the girl warned.

“I know,” she responded, pushing her fingers harder against my nearly erect member, “but compared to us he’s still really weak.”

The girl nodded. "And it's slowing down already. It won't be long," she said glancing at the bulge in my shorts.

"Oh, not at all!" June agreed.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I said, more urgently. I couldn’t help but look at the two girls, their perfect, nearly naked bodies so close to me. My breathing was becoming more ragged.

“He’s getting really close!” the girl said.

“Uh huh!” June said. With her free hand she tore my shorts apart, letting my member spring free. She was stroking it more quickly. She was an expert, and she knew my most sensitive areas.

“June! Stop now! I’m going to come!”

“Oh, we KNOW THAT!” the girl said gleefully and licked her lips. “See what’s happening, June? He’s not growing at all anymore.”

Something in the tone of the girl’s voice made alarm bells ring in my head and momentarily slowed the momentum June was creating, but the girl started doing a sexy dance with her hips and June’s large breasts were swinging in front of me. They were pushing all of my buttons. The more I tried to hold back, the stronger the feelings were getting. And then I came, in jets, all over June’s breasts, my jism a slightly yellowish tint. June scooped one mass in her hand and gulped it down and then took another and offered it to the girl, who greedily licked June’s hand and then her breast clean. I was shocked. This wasn’t like June at all! “What the hell were you doing?” I said as a wave of heaviness swept through my body, so very different from the normal post-cum relaxation I normally felt.

June knelt down and gave my retreating member a kiss. “Thanks, my little man," she said, addressing it. "Thank you too, sweetie,” she added.

“Yes, thanks!” the girl added, without the kiss, as June stood up next to her.

June offered me a hand and pulled me to my feet. “Poor Jerry,” she said, petting my head. I pulled back, annoyed at being ‘done’ in this way but also at having the little time I had for real progress with the yellow pill interrupted. I made a face at her and knelt down to pick up the fifties to start lifting again. They felt lighter than they had when we had started at the gym a few hours ago, but they no longer felt weightless. Not at all. I frantically started doing my curls but the difference was obvious. My muscles were already getting tired. Much worse, they weren't growing at all.

“Poor Jerry,” the girl said and giggled. She went to the weight rack and lifted two of the hundred pound plates with her thumb and forefinger as easily as though she were lifting a Frisbee. She held the edges between two hands and casually crumpled them into a ball. “It really worked!” She tossed the crushed metal to June, who caught it, tossed it into the air and then with a clap of her hands flattened it into a pancake-flat sheet.

I stared at them, open-mouthed. They were crushing steel as easily as if it were warm butter!

June looked at me, blinked her eyes sexily and puckered her lips, then put the metal over her mouth and an outline of her lips pressed through it. It looked just like the gym logo. I shuddered to think her soft lips were so much stronger than steel now!

“Nice! I’ll hold it for you,” the girl said. June plucked a single strand of her long blond hair, held each end between two fingers and proceeded to use it to slice through the metal around the kiss. She then pushed one end of the hair through the metal as though she were pushing a piece of thread through the eye of a needle and tied the improvised pendant around her neck. While I watched in amazement, the girl pressed her puckered lips through the metal and handed it back to June, who held it for her while the girl made the same use of her own hair.

I felt dizzy. Was it possible that my cum had made June and the trainer as powerful as Superman? But it only got worse! It wasn’t only the two of them. There was a round of applause and I saw that the room was filled with nearly a hundred women, half of them wearing trainer leotards with the “Jane’s Gym” stencil, the other half clients of various ages. All of them were spectacularly muscled and wore metallic kisses around their necks. The clients reached behind them and effortlessly lifted their much smaller and weaker husbands or boyfriends into the air, while June did the same with me.

“Well done, June!” the manager said. “We’ve almost completed our plan. The last 'free' clients will be here in thirty minutes. She's an English teacher, a 'feminist' English teacher, who is more than fifty pounds overweight and hasn’t worked out for years. He’s a gym teacher, the old-fashioned kind, heh heh, who just can’t wait to get her in shape. And our final new trainer from the gym, an eighteen year old fitness model, is all ready for them. In four hours, they’ll be done!"

There was an excited buzz.

"All over the country, every branch of each of our new gym chains -- Amanda’s Gym, Andrea's Gym, Bekka’s Gym, Brandi's Gym, Chloe's, Debbie's, Ekara's, Emma’s, Fiona's, Gudrun's, Hayley's, Ilsa's, Jilly’s, June's, Kelly's, Lisabeth's, Milly's, Nita's, Olga's, Penelope's, Queenie's, Rebecca’s, Stacy's, Tara's, Ursula's, Victoria's, Wendy's, Xerxes's, Yolanda's and Zelda's -- in every city and every town. We have over 30 chains, each with hundreds of branches, some with thousands, and each branch will have 100 empowered women to take control and we -- Oh! They're early! Sssssshh!"

A hand covered my mouth with irresistible force and I was carried to another room, to wait and learn my fate ... and the world’s.

Lonely Burden (Cont'd)

The_Collector_2 — Wed, 23 Jun 2010 05:50:13 +0000

. I could feel the flesh of my tits pushing all the tiny desks out of the way, which felt like tiny bugs on my skin. The science wing was completely eradicated by my giant boobs. Ha! That's hilarious. I stood up and wiped the dust off my breasts and looked towards the main building. I made an about-face turn from the school and literally just sat down. My butt slammed down with all the force and speed of a large meteor. As it made contact I could feel everything just explode up into my crack as the entire building was completely annihilated. The excitement of being completely unstoppable and ultimately powerful was so fucking hot! I stood up and walked towards a power station, grabbing a handful of generators in my hand and watching the electricity arc upwards. The sensation was reminiscent of licking a battery, except far duller.
I wanted to find objects to test my strength but there was nothing immediately available to bend or pull. Crashing my arms through buildings was one thing but being able to bend things that were deemed unbreakable would be another. Instead, I settled for simply moving the earth itself. Not the whole thing, mind you. I stood over the football field from the school, stuck my fingers through the earth, twisted my hands upwards and literally started ripping the football field out of the earth! This was where I had no idea how powerful I had become. As I began pulling the football field buildings, sidewalks, and streets that were almost 10 blocks away were being pulled up with it! I could see the water mains and sewer systems below as my mighty biceps surged with inhuman strength! The anacondas on my arms grew fatter as if swallowing a hippo whole and I lifted the earth above my head. I just threw it away from me, the chunk of earth, metal and concrete completely destroying everything in its wake!
I held back another climax, which actually made my body grow 10 times bigger! I roared as my muscles swelled and I took an unhealthy amount of pleasure from watching them grow as my feet demolished everything in their path. My biceps and arms became mighty titans of their own, my back swelled as big and as wide as a small mountain range, my breasts became so big that they felt like they would soon have their own gravitational pull and my legs blew up to become as big as some of the tallest towers, yet as thick as some of the smaller lakes! To summarize, THIS WAS INCREDIBLE! I let loose another roar as my wet vagina craved a release from the torture I was forcing it to endure! It wanted me to finish but I refused to give it and myself that sweet release just yet. I could see Chicago in the distance but Reigh's damage hadn’t quite reached that far. I left the lone city alone and was tempted to thrust my foot into the beach but quickly realized the resulting tidal wave I would cause would destroy practically everything. I could see why Reigh enjoyed this…
Wait. I'm… I'm doing exactly as she's been doing. I'm taking pleasure in wanton destruction. What am I doing? I looked at my hands which were covered in the dirt from the earth and dust from the homes and I felt my face burn as shame overcome me.
I need to stop doing this. I could end up becoming tempted to hurt people and I'm the only chance we've got left of getting rid of Reigh. My… "lady parts" still wanted satisfaction though. Since I had already caused an untold amount of destruction, I started to head downtown, but far more gingerly. I didn't cause nearly as much destruction as Katrina or the Oil Spill, but still, the guilt was now there. Either way, I walked towards the downtown area and sat myself down in one of the intersections with a tall building practically obstructing the whole view of my private parts. I grabbed the steel girders of a nearby skyscraper that had still been under construction and started squishing them together to fuse them. I started grabbing more and more metal pieces from surrounding buildings and continued to squeeze them together until they fused. Finally, after clearing out almost three blocks worth of buildings, I fashioned a very rugged cylindrical probe of sorts.
I smoothed out the tip and the edges until it was to my satisfaction and placed it down next to me. I started to rub my vagina again, screaming and moaning in sheer delight. My moans shook the buildings around me from the sonic vibrations but it felt far too damn good to keep quiet. My body trembled and then continued to grow larger and larger. I started to accidentally knock over buildings as my feet and butt swelled across the ground, ripping the pavement as my naked posterior grew. The growth was just the most amazing feeling in the world and I could feel myself...
“Ah... Aaah.... AAAAAHHHHHH.... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH.... nnnn.... n... no!”
Not... not yet! I grabbed the probe I had made out of metal parts and thrust it into my wet, monstrous pussy.
“RrrrrrrrrrrrrrrUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! F-F-F-FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUC-C-CK-K-K!”
I… I… I JAMMED IT IN AND OUT OF ME, JUST AS IF I WAS BEING FUCKED OUT OF MY MIND! I KEPT GROWING BIGGER…AND BIGGER… AND BIGGGGEEEEEEERRRR!!!! MMMMMMMMNNNNNN!!! YEEEES-S-S! I WAS BECOMING ENORMOUS! MY MUSCLES WERE SHAKING VIOLENTLY FROM THE CATACYLSMIC SURGE OF GROWTH! I THRUST THE PROBE DEEPER AND DEEPER, IN AND OUT OF MY VAGINA! MORE… MOORE… MOOOOOOOOOOOOORRREEE!!! AAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! MMM, MMM, MMM, MM, NN, N, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, MMM, MM, MMM, NNN, NNNGG, OH MY GOD!!! MMM, MMM, MM, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
...
My body erupted in the most massive orgasm of all time! It was so intense, so out of this world, that the fluid from my vagina spilled outward and I could see most of it on the makeshift probe I had created. My body trembled as the smaller explosions of ecstasy continued to tear through me. My muscles seized, barely able to even contain ME! I clenched my fists so tightly that I broke my little invention in half. My mouth was so wide open and my scream so loud that it knocked down the buildings around me and shattered the glass from windows in other states. My face and neck were so red that you’d think I was being choked and I can only imagine how big my veins must have gotten.
Immediately after the most amazing climax of all time I started to shrink back to my normal size. I was disappointed that I was reverting back to the small, vulnerable Jenna, but the warm feeling of satisfaction, the delicious afterglow I got afterwards, was well worth the disappointment. My planet-sized ass and breasts rapidly started to shrink like a deflating hot air balloon. I could see the remaining buildings around me becoming bigger as my head and body continued to get smaller. My epic biceps, quads, lats, obliques, triceps, deltoids, traps, back… all of them started to shrink rather rapidly in time with the rest of my body. My definition was fading faster than my height. One second I was the most ripped female bodybuilder in the world, the next I was out of shape and then the last I was simply average, with no muscle mass whatsoever. My enormous feet and toes shrank back to their normal dainty selves, along with my fists and forearms.
I felt the world around me growing larger as the sky above me grew farther and farther away, my perspective continually reverting to an average human being. I looked to my left and flexed my arm, only to see that my beautiful biceps had returned to normal in their entirety. I quickly threw the metal probe off to the side before it became too heavy to shift for my rapidly-weakening limbs. I closed my eyes and felt my skin crumpling inwards like plastic wrap, before I opened them again and looked down. I was in a massive crater and everything around me had gotten 100 times bigger, though of course this was a “normal” perspective. I was back to my normal self and completely naked. I stood up and felt a brief wave of dizziness, but quickly readjusted. I walked towards the edge of the crater and climbed out, getting completely filthy in the process. When I managed to get out and start to walk away I saw the metal probe I had created. It looked like something out of Independence Day, the wreckage of the alien mothership. I looked around and saw that everything was pretty much destroyed. I felt another wave of guilt, but at the same time…what did I care? I'm the one that may well have to die to save us, and everyone I cared about was gone anyway. I began my long walk home, hoping to find a car along the way. As I walked forward a smile spread across my face and I said, "Happy Anniversary Collin. I love you."

Lonely Burden

The_Collector_2 — Wed, 23 Jun 2010 05:37:16 +0000

Lonely Burden
Written by: TC2
Edited by: Zirak51

It must have been a month… no wait… two months now, since I had left this house. I haven't been able to keep control of... things... for two whole months. Today seems different, though. It doesn't feel like I'm going to have an "event" happen to me at random. It feels refreshing and it certainly is less stressful knowing that… hmm. I'm just rambling aren't I? And why, Jenna, are you rambling? Well, it's because today is my anniversary of when I got married to Collin. June 12th 1999. God, it feels like ages.
He was murdered in 2002 and it's been quite a long time since then. Despite that not a day goes by where I don't think of him. I’ve tried over and over again to block my memory and not visualize him, move on, but I can't! He just keeps showing up in my dreams. I keep thinking that I hear him in the kitchen making breakfast or in the bathroom shaving. I hear these things, yet when I open my eyes there's nothing there! I'm so lonely. I’ve been lonely for so long that I just… I can't stand it! Everyone, everything, is just gone! The only thing that remains is Reigh and I have no choice but to find a way to destroy her. What kind of life is this? I don't even know if there are any survivors out there. Sometimes I think I’m the only one left alive on this Earth.
I wanted to do something to celebrate. I needed to do something to hold onto my last threads of sanity, perhaps reinforce them. I left "our" home and went to the home I grew up in back in Jersey. That was my first time outside of my own house and so I wasn't quite sure what to expect. It was very weird seeing everything completely abandoned. Wreckage was strewn about everywhere but thankfully my car still worked and the roads were clear enough for me to drive home. I was half-expecting Reigh to have some guards patrolling, but I guess she was more concerned with keeping watch of her territory in NYC than worrying about areas surrounding it.
As I got home everything seemed normal, except that it was completely desolate. From what I had heard on the radio Reigh's blast had knocked out the entire East Coast and the military had resorted to barricading all entry to the east. They tried bombers, cruise missiles and even resorted to detonating a nuclear device. All failed against Reigh's might, leaving the militaries of the world no choice but to let Reigh sit on her perch.
But guess what? I don't care about ANY of that right now. Right now, all I’m focusing on is my anniversary and how I’m going to celebrate it.
As I entered my home it felt like a preserved museum. Nothing was touched and at the same time everything felt completely dead. I went up to my bedroom and it was still as untouched as the day I had left it. My parents never decided to convert it into a different room. They simply left it alone the way it was. Granted, I had taken most of my things, and it was a little bit emptier than usual, but the mirror on my closet door and my Winnie the Pooh pillow and pink bed sheets were still here. I lay down on the bed, fully clothed, and sunk into the mattress. Wow, I don't remember my bed being this comfortable.
In order to celebrate my anniversary I picked out clothes that I thought Collin would like. I threw on a patterned, buttoned-up white blouse, with red stripes crossing each other at the corners creating very wide, hollow, checkerboard-like squares. I also pulled on some tight fitting blue jeans and decided to wear some high heeled brown leather boots. Sneakers are more comfy but I think the boots are sexier with this outfit.
He'd never seen this outfit before but I think he would have liked it, had he still been around. I also had to make sure I didn't dye my hair, because he loved my natural chestnut-brown color. I think it's boring once in a while but he loved running his fingers through it. I did have to cut my hair, though. It was starting to reach my lower back so I cut it down to a shoulder length, which was his favorite cut of my hair. I made sure not to go tanning, he hated the orange color. After looking in the mirror it was hard to disagree. My skin isn't that pale anyway so I didn’t really have a reason to tan it. Well, I suppose I’ve been stalling long enough, haven't I? I'm just a little nervous; this is something I haven’t done in a long, long, loooooong time.
To celebrate my anniversary I'm simply going to "pretend" that I’m "with" Collin, if you understand where I'm going with this? Oh God, this is so fucking creepy, but I just… I need this. I need an excuse to make myself feel good for a reason. I haven't felt any semblance of happiness since Anna died. It was when she died that everything just started falling apart; it was since that moment that I hadn't smiled, not even once. To make matters worse Collin and I had gotten into a fight and he accused me of being a monster! My last conversation with him was a goddamn argument! It was just literally moments after that argument that I saw Reigh kill him… just after he told me he loved me.
Oooh… that's painful for me to remember. It’s making me tear up just thinking about it. I should stop before I get upset because then bad things start happening to my clothes. Come on, Jenna, focus! Happy thoughts! Happy thoughts! So, I guess I should start, shouldn't I? It feels weird doing this.
As I unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my zipper, still lying on the bed, I hesitated. I haven't done something like this since, well… I guess the last time was before Collin and I started dating and I was single. I'd rather not go into details as to who I was fantasizing about at the time, that’s much too private. I guess I didn't mention what type of lingerie I was wearing, huh? Well, in order to spice it up I found one of my old black lace panties and bra, but they’re semi-transparent. Can't see much “down there”, but you can definitely make out my nipples “up top”. With a heaving chest like mine it also helps to add a little pink ribbon in the middle to emphasize my voluptuousness. Is that the word? Probably not.
I'm not going to use any artificial "helpers" either. I'd rather just do this naturally and not have some plastic thing represent my husband, especially those vibrating ones. I mean, his one can't do that! No, just going to have to do this the old fashioned way.
Okay, I can't, I don't know. I feel stupid, this is completely insane! I must have lost my mind. How does doing this help matters? You know, I never did explain why I came to my old house, did I? Well, the truth is that I haven't touched myself since I became this "mega Jenna". Now, I’ve had sex with my husband on numerous occasions and never once transformed. I mean, could you imagine if he was on top of me and my vagina suddenly grew into a vice? Even though, there have been times where there would be a very minor transformation. If I ever was on top I would sometimes wear a long sleeved shirt and try to make myself change, just a little bit. I would get just big enough that my bicep would rip open the sleeve and I would flex, showing off the six pack of abs that always develop when I transform. This wouldn't last very long because he would get too excited but, thankfully, whenever I'm changing I become more sensitive in all the right areas and it's easier for me to finish at the same time he does.
Anyway, the point of this story is, now that I've been resurrected, so to speak, the woman who revived me told me that I gained some new powers and so far, since I have become infused with this power, my body has been growing uncontrollably. So I came here to my old house just in case this little experiment makes me bigger than I anticipate. I don't want to end up destroying my only remaining home in NYC from me thrashing about in an orgasm, so…
Yeah, I feel so pathetic right now. Okay, enough! I'm not going to make anymore excuses. I didn't spend a half hour shaving off all my body hair just so that I can chicken out now. He didn't really mind me having much hair down there anyway but sometimes during special occasions I would just either trim it or cut it completely. Today I figured cutting it completely would be the best way to do this. Well... enough talk. I'm just going to relax, visualize and see if I can't enjoy myself for a few minutes. Just let myself be me, be happy for once. I'm not expecting some massive, glorious experience. Just a small orgasm would be enough for me. So... here goes…
I ran my left hand underneath my blouse and rubbed it around my tight stomach. There's no muscle here, it's not toned, it's just a normal, smooth, womanly stomach with a tiny bit of width on it. I ran my right hand across my chest and rubbed against the fabric of my blouse. I could feel my nipple shifting beneath my hand as I forced the friction to try and awaken my senses. Strangely, it seemed to take a very long time to get just one of my nipples excited but finally, after a few minutes of constant rubbing, I felt the tip pushing into the palm of my hand. I moved my hand over to my left breast and repeated the process; I could just imagine how much he enjoyed watching my nipple grow out from my areolas… the mixture of pink and brown with tiny speckles and bumps, teasing the eyes with fantasy.
It felt 'okay' having my nipples stiff and at attention but it just wasn't feeling the same. I tried pinching and pulling on them but couldn't seem to get myself very excited. I shifted my focus to my left hand which was rubbing my belly. I moved it down towards my thighs and started rubbing my inner thigh, near my "lady parts", and tried harder. I wanted to loosen up a little at least. I started pretending that it was Collin who was rubbing my breasts and legs and it sort of started to work. I forced myself to become more relaxed and started to actually visualize him in the way that I remembered him. I wanted to get lost in this fantasy so badly, to be touched and to be caressed. I wanted the tenderness but at the same time, at least for when it got hot and heavy, I just wanted to be ravaged.
Mmm… being ravaged… that was a nice idea. I held onto that thought, kept my image of him, and I could feel a familiar wetness down below. Not much, though, just a drip at best. What else could I do? I felt like getting my engine to start was going to be impossible! I thought I might have this problem when I get older, but I'm still young! While I kept thinking about a variety of sexual acts and different positions I also started thinking about being penetrated in different areas, or using my breasts to rub against firm objects. Then, the drip of wetness slowly started becoming a small splash and, as I kept running through all these thoughts in my head, I suddenly had a quick flash. It was an image of my back expanding horizontally and my shirt ripping open from the center seam, with the most incredible back muscles I had ever seen in my life, swelling outwards. It looked like I was breathing hard as my arms rested at my sides and my brown hair was pushed to the front to show off all the growing back muscles. I don't know what came over me, but the moment I saw that image I immediately became very wet. Then, I combined a mental picture of me being with Collin, my muscles growing and my clothes bursting from my swelling frame. Suddenly I was really starting to get into this fantasy.
It was time. I slid my fingers underneath the fragile fabric of my panties and I could feel the narrow opening in my body, so soft but slightly lubricated. I held my fingers over this narrow canyon, "accidentally" falling in for just a second, as I started seeing a sudden image of my feet bursting out of my shoes. As I saw my feet growing out of my white sneakers Collin was coming towards me and I just naturally spread my legs towards him. My khaki’s split open with the movement and, wouldn't you know it, I wasn't wearing any panties. I visualized him penetrating me and at the same moment I slid my fingers deep within my unmentionables.
Mmm… it HAS been a while, hasn't it?
I bit my lip and tightly closed my eyes as I leaned my head back into the pillow. I started to rub myself, slowly at first, but as the fantasy started become more intense I unconsciously began to rub just a little bit faster. Next, I was visualizing my pink shirt inexplicably pulling up from my stomach which showed off my increasingly obvious abs. As it continued to slide up my breasts surged outward and stretched the shirt so far that it ended up barely covering my nipples, the bottom half of my breasts clearly visible. Like a reverse tube-top. Wouldn't you know it; I wasn’t wearing a bra either! As I fantasized him pushing into me every thrust would make my breasts swell larger and larger. With each push and pull the shirt would start ripping wider and wider, from the center heading outward--
Aaahh! Mmm.... nn... God, I needed this!
I began to rub myself a bit more vigorously and as my pace increased the tingling feeling I got in my face and the rest of my body intensified as well. As I thought back to my fantasy my breasts had burst out of my pink shirt and my nipples bounced into place without the blouse holding them in place. Suddenly I looked to my right as Collin was pushing into me and saw my bicep explode from my sleeve! The veins began to bulge and I could see the muscle--
“Oh! Aaah! AAAAH!!! UUUNGGGGGHHH!! NNNNGGGHHHH!! WHAT'S HAPPE... OOOUUUGGGHHH... NNNNNGGGHHAAAAHHH!”
My eyes snapped open as the cries erupted from me and I looked down as I briefly stopped what I was doing. I pulled my fingers out of my groin and grabbed onto my bed sheets with both hands as I felt a strange pulsing deep within my body, pushing outward. I was barely able to catch my breath from the excitement of the fantasy as my gaze travelled up my body. As I reached at my chest I saw my breasts were rhythmically starting to push outward and grow in size! I couldn't believe--
“UUUNNNNGGHH... shit... UAAAAAHHHHH!”
My breast started looking like a cartoon character that was growing into a monster. Each intake of breath caused them to swell larger in a small burst of growth, shrinking slightly as I exhaled but never returning to their previous size as they kept pushing outward. This was giving me a horrible yet intoxicating feeling as I felt my breasts swelling against my top. The feeling of my chest expanding was so painful that I ended up closing my eyes, wincing in pain as I pushed my head back into the pillow as far as I could. My neck felt like I was over extending it and as I started taking deep gulps of air I looked back down and saw the buttons on my blouse immediately popping off, one by one, and not because of my heavy breathing! I couldn't help but whimper, "Oh God! My tits are getting bigger!" I took another look down as the last button popped off and caused my breasts to burst from their restraints, settling with a small jiggle in the straining bra.
My cleavage was getting deeper and my nipples were getting bigger! This is what I was afraid of happening. I was afraid that I was going to transform but I had no idea that it would feel like this! My bra was miraculously holding up well to the change of size but my stomach was starting to hurt so badly that it felt like I had done 1,000 crunches. I thought that my painful transformation would immediately start turning me off from what I was doing but, strangely enough, I stayed turned on. Yet, when I felt and saw the transformation happening to my own body in real time it actually magnified my journey to ecstasy. I placed both my hands on my breasts which now had nipples that were becoming really thick and huge. I wanted to see and feel my stomach but my once-C cup breasts had already grown to at least an E and I had to squish them down with my arm just to see my stomach.
I placed my right arm across my breasts and placed my left hand onto my stomach as I peeked down below. Oooh… ooh… mmmm... nngh! I felt…ngh… I felt my stomach changing! Every breath I took made my stomach feel harder and I could see the muscle slowly beginning to form. This was a familiar routine for me so I knew what was coming next. I did my best to watch my stomach and placed my hand near the bottom of my rib cage. Like clockwork I started feeling each abdominal muscle literally 'pop out' in descending order as I continued to breathe. It was just as rapid as popcorn popping but obviously not as noisy. My stomach felt like a rippling artillery barrage as I watched my obliques smash into formation on my sides. My usual "six pack" transformation was becoming significantly more defined and "ripped" than usual; the muscles looked so sharp that I felt as though I could grate cheese on them. Or even better, trickle chocolate syrup between the grooves and bumps in my muscular stomach. I quickly ran my hand underneath the sides of my breasts towards my lats and immediately felt a force pushing outwards, making me broader and wider so that my body could create the classic V taper and support the new muscles that would soon be growing on my body. As I lay there with my hands all over myself it felt as though the transformation was coming to a stop. Everything was slowing down and the pain was ebbing away, which was strange… once it starts it never, ever stops, unless I'm knocked unconscious. I looked at my body in confusion and actually panicked when I started to feel my body slowly shrinking down.
Not wanting to stop what I had started I immediately placed my hand down by my feminine parts and started rubbing, as I said, "No. No! Please! Don't stop now!" As I started rubbing myself I felt my body slowly ballooning outward again and I smiled as the feeling quickly started coming back. The constant back and forth made it tempting for me to consider making this an all-day event. I could feel my legs starting to gain some heft to them, my tight jeans beginning to stretch outward. They were going from rail-thin beanpoles to tree-trunk redwoods. No material was ripping yet though. I placed one of my free hands onto my legs and started exploring how big they had gotten. I had never done this before so I was quite shocked when traveling from one side of my leg to the other took longer than I thought. So long, in fact, that I was confident I was much, much bigger than most female bodybuilders. I could hear the seams in my jeans starting to break but I couldn't feel any pockets of cool air. The thought of feeling my clothes ripping off my body started turning me on even more!
I rubbed myself a little faster, a little harder, a bevy of images flashing through my mind. They went from coherent to completely random, all designed to turn me on. It could go from seeing my abs covered in sweat, to being orally pleasured… just any random image that I would consider sexy. Ooh! Ooooh! I placed my hand underneath myself and felt my butt starting to become firmer as it slowly pushed against my hand. Everything was growing and I could hear more seams popping but still no holes or signs of damage. Pretty soon a very familiar feeling started rushing down towards my toes. This had been, in the past, my least favorite part. I wasn't really into 'foot' things and seeing my own feet become giant size was very gross for me. Yet, as I started getting used to it and realizing that whenever my feet were bursting out of my shoes it meant I was finally starting to get really huge, I actually started to enjoy the visual. They weren't popping out yet but I could feel my toes pushing up against the sides of my boots, creating the familiar feeling of putting on a really tight pair of shoes that were one or two sizes too small.
It didn't help that the boots I was wearing actually had a pointed tip, so there wasn’t really much wiggle room in these things. Normally, if I were standing up during this change, the heels would snap off due to my increased weight and muscle mass but since I was lying down there wasn’t much chance of that happening. Something I like even less than my feet growing, though, involves my panties. Every time I grow my panties are always the most uncomfortable part of my muscle growth. It always feels like someone is giving me a really fierce wedgie from both sides, as if someone just grabbed my panties and starting pulling up as hard as they could. The sensation hurts and is extremely uncomfortable. At least with a thong you know what to expect but a thong that pulls into your groin at the same time? Not very fun at all! So, yes, my panties were starting to ride up on me and though I hate this particular part I LOVE it when they finally rip off.
As I continued to pleasure myself I started wanting more. The craving to climax was starting to build into unbearable intensity, so much so that I was rubbing myself so hard and in so many different ways that I was whimpering with the excitement and anticipation that coursed through me. That excitement suddenly turned into an unbearable pain. My eyes snapped wide open as my whimpers of joy turned into whimpers of pain--
“Aaah! AAAAHHHHHH!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!! NNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!!!!”
Pain erupted all across my back in bursts as I cried out. The sharpness of it was so severe that I immediately rolled onto my knees and went into an upright fetal position, my eyes watering. I had never felt this type of sharp pain before, not during a transformation! I wasn't sure what was happening! As I gripped the sides of my head with my hands I started to feel different. I muttered to myself, "I'm getting stronger." I turned my head around to look at the mirror that was still hanging on my closet door. It was pretty much at the foot of the bed so this allowed me the opportunity to see my body growing.
I could see from my reflection that my entire body had become much, much wider than what I was used to. My lats looked like wings and the striped patterns on my blouse were so stretched out and deformed that it didn't even look like the same blouse I had put on earlier in the day. My entire torso rose and fell with each breath, my thicker arms hanging to the side like an arching weeping willow. As I continued to stare I remembered the first image I had of myself. I used my right hand and grabbed my hair, bunching it together and pulling over my shoulder. As I did, I began to feel the pressure of an incredible force pushing out of my body, straining to be freed from wherever it was contained. I knew what was happening and though it still hurt it was turning me on beyond any level that I had ever felt before. I heard the seams pop and as I watched, my once narrow back expanded further and slowly started to tear my blouse apart, starting from the center.
I took a deep breath and leaned forward as the shirt ripped open with incredible force. I could see more and more of my slightly tan skin and black bra straps slowly being revealed as the fabric desperately tried to hold together. It tore apart like a cob web revealing each thread that had been used to create my stylish fashion choice, now reduced to its individual pieces. I watched as my back muscles slowly started pulsing outward. It started with slender muscles like the ones you would find on a figure competitor, but then they started to engorge themselves with more muscle fibers which created deep crevices and indents in my skin. My back muscles slowly expanded and stretched, sculpting themselves into muscles that were ten times bigger than that of a normal body builder. I could barely contain the rush of excitement as I watched the muscles dance with each breath I took. Each muscle pulsed with power, growing in size in short bursts. I couldn't help but slide my fingers down my vagina, thrusting them in as hard and fast as I could. It felt like every moment sent sparks erupting throughout my body. I was becoming more and more sensitive to the touch and it was driving me WILD!
“Aaaahh... Mmm... Nnn... Aaahh...”
I panted as I abruptly pulled my fingers away. I bent over into a crawling position and looked back towards the mirror. I started thrusting my pelvis up and down as I watched my butt start to grow even further. My jeans slowly started sliding down my butt as my glutes swelled, showing off my black panties. I briefly closed my eyes as another surge of growth started to overwhelm me but opened them again to watch as the center seam on my jeans suddenly split open. I grew larger and larger as my hips and growing posterior spread open and outward. It felt so good that I slapped my hands onto my butt, creating a sharp crack! I dug my fingers into my skin as I moved my "cheeks" in and out. I felt them become firmer and stronger and when I looked in the mirror I saw that my butt was becoming more ripped. It had become so tight and so big that I was easily putting racehorses to shame. Hell, with the size and plumpness of my ass you’d think I was Brazilian.
I hadn't realized how much watching my own body growing and visualizing my late husband penetrating me would make me feel like, and turn into, a wild beast! While I was staring at the mirror I saw something very strange. I looked near the pointed front of my boots, the soles facing the mirror, as I knelt in place. As I studied them carefully I saw a sudden flash of peach slowly pouring out of the tip! I wiggled the toes on my left foot and saw that as I moved them the peach pouring out started getting bigger and bigger, forcing the tough leather to part wide and wider. Pretty soon my toes completely spilled out the front of my left boot and with each wiggle I could see the area between my toes separating and contracting. I became excited as my anticipation continued to build because anytime my feet started to pop out of my shoes it meant that my 'real' growth was about to kick into full gear at any minute. I quickly rolled onto my back, placed my legs in a spread eagle position, stuffed my fingers into my vagina, and kicked into high gear. To my shock and slight dismay something felt weird as I was touching myself below. I quickly scrunched my eyebrows and looked down, pulling my panties outwards just enough for a peek. I was surprised to see that little blades of hair were starting to form where I had shaved. The little blades quickly thickened into a full, but trimmed, bush, which completely undermined everything I had done to be as 'clean cut' as possible. The black hairs now filled my panties. I had no choice but to swallow my disappointment, ignore it, and resume what I had been doing.
Though the sudden bushel below had started to cool my jets a little, a forceful caress of my second pair of lips by my fingers swiftly relit them. As I ravaged myself I took brief glimpses at the mirror just to see if any changes were occurring. As I expected, they were; I saw my left foot's growth spreading up into my calves and I could feel the tightness on my foot on the right becoming unbearable. I stared at the mirror as I wiggled my pink polished toe nails and excitedly watched as my brown boot exploded open, revealing my bare foot underneath. The top of the boot collapsed to the floor like a demolished building as I pushed the fragments away with my now naked foot. I wanted to see my other foot transform up close and personal so instead of staring at the mirror I lifted my knees towards me and brought my foot as close to my face as possible, squashing my breasts a little in the process. Obviously, I had to find a way to do this while still being able to pleasure myself so I merely turned my foot inward a bit to watch. As soon as my legs were in position the heel of my foot ever-so-slowly started to push the back of my boot open. The wrinkles in my skin were resting there, motionless, as the front of my boot ripped open like a garage door. It reminded me a little of when the domes open for stadium games, though, instead of a green field slowly emerging, it's my gigantic, growing toes. The leather immediately tore apart as my growing ankles and calves became too large for the footwear to even moderately contain.
“Oh, God!” I thought anxiously, my whole body trembling with excitement. “Yes... please, grow more, more, MORE!”
I slammed my foot back down on the bed, shaking the entire thing, and watched my calves explode out of my jeans! The wetness that had formed below was unbelievable. I immediately felt the quads, hamstrings and all parts of my leg just start EXPLODING with power! Building on the progress my calves had made, a huge massive tear began traveling from my calves through the denim fabric, past my knees, to my quads, all the way up to my hips. As the jeans slowly started to split open like a banana skin the muscle definition on my naked legs was incredible! I never truly got to appreciate just how big and full my legs had become. These were the type of legs that you wanted to show off in pantyhose just so that you could eventually rip those stockings apart. Yeah, in case you couldn't tell, I had developed a strange clothes-ripping fetish ever since my first muscle growth. Of course, the catch is it has to be my muscles ripping the clothes, not just mundanely grabbing the shirt and ripping it without any growth. As I spread my legs the inside of my jeans split open and revealed where my fingers were touching myself in the mirror, along with the bulge in my transparent panties due to the presence of my hand. I used my free hand to pull the tattered remains of my jeans off my body and threw them to the floor.
I was getting impatient at this point. My muscles were pretty big, yes, but I still wasn't where I wanted to be. From my battles with Amanda, Maryanne and my encounter with Reigh I can get just as big as the Hulk. All I wanted--
“Oooh! Ooh! Yes... Yes! YES! Come on... Awww.... yeah...! MMM, COME ON!”
My thoughts were chaotic, intense. I knew what was coming. I quickly crawled forward towards the edge of the bed. I got up on my knees, puffed my chest outward causing my breasts to heave and stretch my bra further, my nipples poking through the transparent mesh, and I quickly positioned myself into the double bicep flex position. With a really big smile on my face, my teeth obviously showing through my grin, I balled my hand into a fist and felt my body and muscles flex my arm without me telling it to do so! I flexed so hard that my biceps bulged tremendously, the stripes of my blouse stretching outward, as the seam in the middle of my sleeve split open and revealed my HUGE biceps! A vein vividly pulsed as the blouse wrapped around my skin, desperately trying to hold it all in. My forearm grew to Popeye-like proportions and even my lats, during my double flex, actually burst through the underarms of my blouse. The sweat glistened on my shaved underarms and I was relieved to see they stayed that way.
“RRRuuuggghhh!” I growled.
Fuck yeah. I could hear the elastic stretching in my bra and panties, the tatters of my blouse hanging off my neck, yet still I was growing. I started to feel my shoulders and neck swelling larger. I rubbed my hand on my neck and immediately felt the trapezius start to enlarge to a mammoth size. I smiled and quickly took up a crab flex while staring at the mirror. The blouse couldn't take it. The bulging, angled trapezius muscles were too big. My blouse made one loud snap and softly fell onto the pillow behind me. Now, I was down to my black, transparent lingerie. I rubbed my breasts and danced sexily in the mirror. Nothing crazy, just the simple shifting of my body weight from side to side. My abs would bend and fold into different creases, my massive leg muscles would dance and move with my shifting weight, thick cords of muscles just pulsing and shrinking with every movement all over my body. My breasts heaved in and out, forcing my bra to wrap tightly around them. My biceps resembled little rocky hills perched solidly on my arm as engorged veins snaked around them, keeping my muscles alive. I wasn't satisfied, though, I still hadn’t climaxed. I technically still had clothes on and I wasn’t as big as I know I could get.
Suddenly my mouth clamped shut as I felt the final surge start to build and course throughout my body, my muscles seeming to tense in anticipation as the sweat formed and ran down my skin, giving it a light sheen in the sunlight. A second surge rocked my body so hard I nearly climaxed right then in there, but I held it back! The force of the second surge pushed me back down onto the bed making me lie flat on my back. I couldn't even keep my fingers in my vagina anymore. My body was shaking so violently and my body was becoming so tight that any attempt to insert anything inside was futile. My body was preparing for the final push like a woman going into labor. I almost felt like I was going to regret the experience because that final hump is so intense, so painful and such a complete mixed bag of emotions that it brings the dizzying highs and lurching lows of a rollercoaster ride.
My veins began to pulsate in time to my rapidly accelerating heartbeat, each pulse making the veins grow thicker than the last. My biceps were starting to grow beyond normal human capabilities. 14-inches was pushing it for a woman but still possible. My biceps were growing and pushing into the 30-inch mark. My quads were ballooning out so far and my breasts were getting so big that the bra straps were cutting into my skin. The fabric was causing so much friction on my nipples that they literally ripped through the mesh like tissue paper. Right then I slowly took in a deep breath which expanded my chest and back muscles to such an incredible size that my bra immediately snapped open, forcing my breasts to jiggle up and down with the nipples swaying up and down like a drunken bum.
The worst part of my transformation reared its ugly head; I felt my panties turn into a thong but of the worst kind. The sexy ones are sometimes the most uncomfortable as the fabric of my panties started cutting into me like razor blades. It hurt so bad I was tempted to just pull my undies off, but I knew that if I stuck to my guns I would be rewarded immensely. So, I tried to keep my mind off the burning as I heard and felt the elastic begin to stretch beyond capacity. Finally, it was happening. The panties were beginning to rip and my dark, pink vagina slowly started to reveal itself through the rips and holes in my panties. I grinned widely as the straps on the sides of my hips began tearing at the edges. Finally, in a final "burst", I prepared myself by placing my hands onto the sides of the bed rest. I braced myself as the sudden jolt of energy rushed through my body and I quivered violently as my vagina forced the panties to completely tear off of my body. The sudden release and feeling of freedom was beyond anything I could describe!
“Oh yes! YES! MMM!!! YES!”
My body swelled to its full and final size turning me from five foot seven to seven feet tall! My weight changed from one hundred and thirty five pounds to four hundred pounds of pure muscle. The only portions of fat remaining on my body were in my butt and my massive, Jupiter-like breasts. I shoved my fingers down below again knowing that I was at the cusp of a massive orgasm. Everything that needed to happen was happening at this moment and this would be the time to finally finish this. I fucked my pussy so hard that I didn't care about anything else! I slammed my two feet onto the ground next to my bed, now that I had become a giant, and just rocked myself as hard as I could. I didn't care if I was using crude language, I didn't care if I was pleasuring myself, all I cared about was getting to that finish line. I closed my eyes and moaned in ecstasy. The pleasure was intense. I was feeling a pressure down below and it was creating the most wonderful agony I had ever experienced.
The orgasm hit with the full force of a freight train. My muscular, sweaty pelvis jerked upwards as I felt the muscles in my vagina clench around my fingers. The ecstasy exploded between my legs with the force of a small bomb, causing my eyes to roll upwards into my head. I couldn’t see, hear or smell anything other than the incredible eruptions of pleasure dominating my conscious mind. I was lost in ecstasy and it felt like it would never end, the orgasm fading away at an agonizingly slow pace, delicious as it was. After what felt like hours I was left fully spent on the bed, panting from the exertion, feeling incredibly alive in the warm afterglow.
“Oh God!” *pant* “That was…” *pant* “INCREDIBLE! Mmm, that was…” *pant* “Awesome. Aww...” *pant* “I'm starting to shrink.”
Almost immediately after my huge eruption my body started shrinking rapidly. My breasts felt like they were deflating balloons. In fact, I almost got concerned that they were becoming saggy, because I started seeing wrinkles as my breasts started to shrink. My giant feet were rapidly shrinking back to my normal sized dainty feet and as my whole body shortened my feet began to lift off the floor. My enormous back started pushing inward and as it did so the muscles started to lose more and more of their definition. The immense power that I felt from my enormous, mighty muscles was quickly fading away. With each breath my abdominal muscles shrank away and my “Brazilian” butt immediately started shrinking down to my normal "white girl" butt. The pubic hairs that were down below were now fading away, thank God. But, as I shrank back to my normal self and lay back on the bed, I felt a strange pang of disappointment.
Why? Hadn’t I just had an incredible orgasm? The question circled my mind for a while and I realized that, even though I had a great orgasm, I still felt like… maybe there could have been something more?
I took a deep breath and started getting ready to leave. As I was in my old house it was going to be easy for me to find some clothes to wear on the drive back. As I stood up from the bed and wiped a little bit of the remaining sweat off of me, I looked in the mirror and saw myself standing there completely naked. My body was perfectly normal, and very sexy, but I couldn't help but feel that I loved being muscular much more than "normal" looking. Not many people have ripped abs and muscles, but I did, and I could even grow to a superhuman size! I felt that if I left now, not only would I leave unsatisfied, but my anniversary would already be over! I walked over to my old dresser drawer and found an old pair of pink panties. Just as I was about to put them on, I stopped myself, and thought long and hard about what I was doing. I put my panties back in the dresser drawer and, well... went back to lay down on the bed.
The chance of me ever masturbating ever again was probably going to be never. Once I go to fight Reigh there is a high likelihood that I will not be coming back. She and I may end up dying together, so I can't just leave myself unsatisfied like this. Just once more, I want to aim for the biggest orgasm I could possibly muster in my whole lifetime. This is going to be my last time doing this. I need to go out on a bang, don't I? One advantage of being a woman is that, unlike men, it’s easier for us to go at it again once we’re finished. Whereas men become more sensitive after the first climax most women can be ready for the second, third and even fourth time. With a delightful little smile on my face I exhaled deeply and rested my fingers down below for one more ride.
To me it was just like getting on a really great rollercoaster for a second time, but this time I had every intention of making this one the most memorable. As I started to finger my naked body I tried to do everything I could to speed up the process. I grabbed and pulled at my nipples to force them to pop out and change into their engorged form. Being able to push them up and down like little switches tickled me in so many good ways. Not to mention it can be harder to start up again without a partner there, if you’re doing everything yourself. Regardless, a quick visual of my muscles inflating with power immediately sent that spark of electricity down to where it needed to be.
It wasn't long before I started hearing the rumbling of my skin stretching across my entire body. I brought my right arm up to my side and intentionally flexed it so I could watch my biceps begin to bulge and flourish into little mini-boulders. I watched as my deltoids started to thicken and stretch towards my bicep while it slowly began to build on top of itself, chiseling into a rock hard form with a large throbbing vein roped around its circumference. Meanwhile my left hand, which was pushing and pulling my little "knob", started swelling with tremendous amount of growth. My forearms shot out towards the sides, forming huge cables of powerful muscle. My triceps fired out from my arms like malformed wings with the ripples in each tendon visibly spilling outward. I could feel my butt pushing me upward as it began plumping up with the most ridiculous curves. I felt like I could block out the sun by bending over, if I really wanted to. My thighs started becoming thunderous as enlarged muscle tissue and sinew pushed my quads towards my vagina. That's when something unexpected happened. As my feet started growing to twelve inches I noticed that my legs had become so thick and hard that they were rubbing against my vagina. As I gyrated my body up and down the muscles on my legs were pulling and caressing my clitoris. I had never felt or experienced this before!
As I started getting double the pleasure something very, VERY wrong began to happen. My whole body felt like it was being lit on fire! I immediately stopped what I was doing, but it didn't help at all. My body started erupting all over, and not in the same way as before. My back muscles spread out like two telephone poles being knocked apart from each other. Every muscle on my back exploded with sheer mammoth-like mass, pushing my head downward as my enormous neck muscles surged upward. My breasts shot out like popped CO2 canisters with my abs popping like popcorn kernels on my stomach. The pleasure of it all was overwhelming! My legs stretched outwards, going beyond the edges of the bed. I slammed my feet down on the floor as my toes slithered outward in length and width. I tried to stop, but I was growing out of control! As I sat up on the bed I couldn’t help but look surprised as my ENTIRE body began growing in sporadic surges!
One surge pushed my head past the headrest on the bed, shot my legs further outward, expanded my breasts further, and made my arms strangely longer within several seconds. I quickly turned my body towards the door as I was running out of room in the direction I was facing. I grunted as another spurt kicked in and made me grow another few inches, one of my feet pushing against the dresser as I felt my body starting to slowly reach gigantic proportions. Again, I was hit with another surge of growth just as if I was a cartoon Mrs. Jekyll turning into an enormous Miss Hyde! My foot was already in a bad position and actually toppled my dresser drawer over as I continued to swell even larger! My biceps were becoming bigger than watermelons! My breasts had become larger than beach balls and my back had become as wide as a work bench! My legs were rippling with engorged muscles, still tickling me down below even though I wanted to stop this growth madness! They were as thick as metal beams and so defined that they looked like rocks piled on top of one another. My skin was covered in a sheen of sweat that shined in the light and… Ugh… UUGGGHHH.... UUUUGGGGGGGGHHHH!!! I'm... I'm still growing!? What's… happening… to me!? Now my growth spurts were bursting through me at a more furious pace! Despite myself, every time I grew, I could just imagine a camera near my vagina recording me rapidly fill and expand beyond the frame as my entire crotch fills it up, with my damned pubic hair up top. The growth had started with a slow and steady beat but seemed to mirror my heartbeat as it slowly intensified in frequency, my pulse roaring in my ears.
“ARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!” I roared, calling out for release!
I'm getting so STRONG! I'm getting so big, God, I just want to be FUCKED SO BADLY! RRAAAAUUURRGGH!! I slammed my fist into the wall, cracking it immediately. I slammed it one more time, as my fist swelled even further to an enormous size, and broke straight through the wall. I could feel the cool air gently caress my sweat-covered skin. My stomach was becoming a chiseled masterpiece as all of the abdominals, obliques and muscles I couldn't recognize pushed through in full force! I was growing so tall that my foot pushed up against the door to my room, which was ON THE OTHER SIDE! I watched as my toes slowly crawled to the top of the doorway while the soles of my feet were still on the floor! My head started to slowly rise up toward the ceiling, forcing me to bend my neck so I wouldn't break through. My hand became as big as the bed itself and I tried to stuff it in a corner of my room, but I could feel it start to get wedged between the walls of the corner. My biceps, oh god, my biceps! They had become so huge and swollen that they were almost the size of my feet! The veins on my arm, which used to be reasonably small vessels, had grown as thick as anacondas! It looked as though giant snakes were slithering around in my body! My legs were getting too tall, though, and my back had become so wide that I was literally filling the room!
I started to feel claustrophobic with my vagina hitting the ceiling while the rest of my body began to get scrunched up in my room, which had become vastly smaller to my new, larger, perspective. It almost felt like I had stepped into a walk-in closet for little people. My whole body was struggling to fit and my sexual feelings were trying to force me to climax, but I refused! One of my legs shook violently for a few moments until it finally pushed through the door, completely destroying it in an explosion of splintering wood. My foot travelled across the hallway as my toes slid across the ceiling and completely tore everything apart in its path! My foot burst through another door into the bathroom and the sexual arousal from turning into a giant was unbearable! Though feeling my foot actually go into the bathroom from my room was amazing, it was when the nipples of my breasts started poking holes through the ceiling that I knew I wanted to destroy it all! By holding back my orgasm I could continue to grow bigger and bigger!
I could hear the floor creaking beneath my enormous growing ass and I would definitely feel bad for any poor soul who would have ever accidentally sat under me. My growing weight was putting an immense strain on the house, but I didn't care! I wanted more… MORE! I could hear the ceiling groaning under the immense pressure of my gigantic tits and practically squealed with glee as I felt my tits burst through the ceiling in full force! I could feel my nipples being blown by the cold wind and I was rendered breathless by the image of them sticking out like strange towers, visible from all around! My head crashed through the window as my back muscles tore through the wall. I thrusted my hand down into my throbbing wet pussy and fucked myself so hard that my muscles were rippling with explosive growth all over! The enormous weight I had gained was too much for the house as my ass fell through the floor, landing on the second floor as semi-destroyed furniture and parts of the building rained down on my heaving torso. I finally decided to say "Fuck it!", and pushed my arms through the walls which were trapping them. I sat up like a woman buried in sand at the beach, completely tearing down the house with just my massive breasts, arms, and legs in one swift motion.
As I sat up the roof tiles slid down my body like rainwater, a massive dust cloud surrounding me as I brushed off all of the debris from my body. I could see the broken plates on the floor below, each one looking like a miniature piece of glass. I could feel the air cool against my skin from the sweat that poured from my enormous body. I fucked myself harder and harder, slowly building toward an orgasm, but then I stopped myself just before it crested. I knew that the moment I had an orgasm I would immediately shrink back to my normal self, so I prolonged my fate. I stood up from the destroyed frame of my house as my now-10-foot feet crashed through the floor and into the basement, making me stumble. A smile crept across my face and broke into laughter as I pulled my foot out and slammed it with full force onto a car that was parked across the street! I felt the metal crumple beneath my feet, the glass shatter and I practically squished the bent metal between my toes. It was such a massive turn on that I almost lost it right there. I bit my lip, closed my eyes and forced it back so I wouldn't let go just yet.
I began walking through my old neighborhood, towering over it as a 50-foot giantess. I swept my hand through an entire row of houses my neighbors used to live in and watched as my beautiful biceps smashed through them all like a human wrecking ball. I saw another house nearby and stepped on it, wiping it completely from existence. I could see my old high school from my new vantage point and started to literally stomp towards it. Each heavy step I took sent powerful tremors through the ground, every one of them feeling like they reached half the power of the world’s most powerful earthquake. In just two steps I was near my high school which was at least 5 blocks away from my home. I simply leant forward and collapsed onto it as my nipples crashed through the windows and walls of the various classrooms.

Jessica Loves Jafar, Part III

supreme fantasies — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 22:32:32 +0000

Okay, so it took a little longer than it probably should have. I'm in college, and it's midterm season. Sue me. And enjoy!

June 5th, 1948

The 8-foot tall, muscular, bustier-than-ever Jessica Rabbit held out her arms as she looked out upon the hundreds of frightened, beautiful bodies that filled her palace harem. And with nothing more than a thought, a hurricane blew within the throne room, lifting them all off their feet. It built up to one of the most powerful forces the world had ever seen. And yet Jessica herself was not moved, and neither was the enormous Jafar, who floated in the background, immensely aroused by Jessica's display of power. Once, he had been the most powerful sorcerer in the world, and yet he had never used his power in that way before. Still, it had never been even CLOSE to the limits his power bore now, as a genie. And gazing down upon the blood-lusting vixen now controlling the wicked maelstrom, a foolish, passion-driven idea began to form in his head.

Jessica willed the storm to blow harder and faster, harder and faster, and harder and faster. The bodies were colliding in mid-air, and each time they did they would be rent to pieces. She pushed the storm harder, and still she could hear the glorious screams of the dying minions, as they wailed in pain. Each time they did, she was filled with more lust, and it continued to build, as if it would never end.

When she was satisfied that each slave had been reduced to nothing more than flying flesh and bloody fragments, she willed the storm to grow narrower, and change direction, so that in only moments it had formed into a blood-filled tornado, sprouting from Jessica's body at its base, and reaching all the way up to the ceiling. With a cackle she made a pulling motion with her arms, and the blood and guts began to drive itself down into her body. In seconds, every drop of blood, and every trace of the slaves themselves, had been consumed into her tall, voluptuous body.

And when it was over, and the storm had been reduced to silent stillness, Jessica was glowing upon the floor, breathing heavy. For a moment, nothing happened, and Jafar began to worry that she had over-used her power. But after a pause, she began to convulse, and he knew something amazing was about to happen.

Her body was now so red it was as if she had bathed in blood. Her long, flowing hair looked orange in contrast. Her eyes had no pupils, but were instead glowing yellow orbs of power. She gazed down at her body, as her nails grew into black claws, her muscles pumped larger and larger, and the milk exploded in her breasts like an airbag. They had just turned from DDD to FFF, and were now growing into the largest breasts anyone on the planet had ever seen. In contrast to her body, one could say that now they were MMM's and growing, but to any human being they were larger than a house, as she grew above the 25-foot mark. Her biceps inflated; the trenches between her abs dug deeper into her core; her legs bulged with power beyond comprehension; and her pussy squeezed and squirted forth hot juice, as the transformation brought forth a powerful orgasm.

When the convulsions ended and she stood to her full height, she was over 50 feet tall; just barely too short for the enormous throne room entrance. When she breathed, it was like listening to the roar of an earthquake. She roared with power, and the cry itself shook the very foundations of the palace.

Jafar stared up at her with lust in his eyes and utter disbelief in his mind. Jessica walked to the exit, and simply tore through it when she found it was too small. As she stepped out into the hall leading to the palace courtyard, each step she took cracked and cratered the alabaster stone floors, and caused the busts on the walls to crumble under the force of each thundering step.

She walked out into the red evening sun on the courtyard, and approached the gates to her palace, which now did not even reach her knees, and loomed over the mountainside that held aloft her grand fortress. Staring up at the beautiful sky, she found herself lusting for its destruction. All the power flowing through her and all the murder she had just committed was not sating her sadism; only fueling it; driving it forward even more powerfully than before.

Jafar had grown back into his monstrous genie form (which, he noticed, was now only slightly larger than Jessica) and watched as she built up her power for another exertion.

Raising her arms to the sky, yellow lightning shot forth from her fingers. Huge black clouds; not a deep gray, or darkened only by shadows; but truly black as the night began to form above her, and grow larger and larger, stretching out over the desert. The storm they wielded was as powerful as the hurricane in Jessica's throne room only moments before, and with each passing moment the clouds struck the desert and the mountain-palace with spears of lightning and roars of thunder. And the power that Jessica spewed forth suddenly seemed to feed her, as she twisted in ecstasy as it spilled forth from her fingers.

Suddenly she could sense the whole of the planet, beyond the horizon, which her clouds had now reached. She willed the storm forward, begging it to wrap the planet in her power, so that she may soak up and consume every living thing, to fuel her lust for schadenfreude and power.

But as the storm grew, to distances far and away from the desert, her powers began to subside. She suddenly felt weak, as if she had spent all the power within her. And she felt the storms could spread no further, though she could feel her muscles still pulsing with energy, and her breasts flaring with the heat of pleasure from so much destruction. She fell to her knees, panting like a raged animal after a fight that had not sated its need for dominance.

Jafar thought to himself, 'Now is the time.' He floated over to the powerful creature, and placed his clawed had on her shoulder, whispering powerfully into her ear, "THERE'S MORE, YOU KNOW. MORE POWER TO BE HAD. BECOME ONE OF THE GENIES, AND WE MAY SHAPE THIS UNIVERSE AS WE WISH, TOGETHER." For Jafar had fallen in love with this awesome being, and wished to share in her sadism.

But the look Jessica gave him was not one of love, but one of anger. Suddenly, she turned and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him like he weighed no less than a child. And her bellowing, sexy voice spoke, "THIS IS MYYY UNIVERSE, NOT YOURS." She was now carrying him back into the palace, destroying all the walls in her way. "I SHALL SHAPE IT AS I WILL, AND SWALLOW EVERY LIVING THING WHOLE. AND WHEN THERE IS NO MORE LEFT TO BE HAD, I WILL CREATE MORE, AND CONSUME THAT AS WELL! I DESERVE POWER UNLIMITED, POWER UNHINDERED, AND POWER UNBOUND BY THE LAWS OF YOU PATHETIC GENIES! SLAVE, I MAKE MY FINAL WISH! I WISH TO BE THE ALL-POWERFUL, INDESTRUCTIBLE, IMMORTAL GODDESS OF THE COSMOS, AND ALL ITS POWER, BOTH WITHIN AND WITHOUT!"

Now Jafar was scared. They were back in the throne room, and she had pinned him up against the wall. He could not fight back, for she was his mistress, and he could not touch her unless she willed it. He tried to hold back his power from fulfilling her wish, but his arm raised itself out of its own force, and with one small spark of power from his finger, it had begun.

The spark hit her, and she breathed in sexily, as if she had just been penetrated. Then, almost immediately, she began growing.

"YESSSSSSS! YEEEESSSS! THE POWER! HAHAHAHAHA!" She reached the ceiling of the throne room, as every muscle in her body, along with her boobs, began to pulse with power they could not contain. "THE ABSOLUTE..." the ceiling cracked open, "...POWEERRRRRRRRRR!"

Jafar could only watch the beautiful horrors he had brought forth, as she burst through the ceiling with all the powers of a true goddess. The black storms, in an instant, had consumed the whole planet; the lightning that was cast down now did not pull back, but instead combined to become cyclones of power, soaking up every living thing on the planet, and tearing them apart. And it all came back to Jessica, as her body fed on the death she had created. Jafar gazed up at her, suddenly brought back to the moment he had gained his own power, but now driven in fear that hers was infinitely more than his own, as much as her deadly lust for power and destruction.

As she soaked up the remainder of Earth's life, the clouds above her spread forth, revealing the cosmos she now controlled. As her body was still fed with power, and was becoming ever more busty, voluptuous, and muscular, an orb of energy was formed before her, as she willed it to life.

"THIS UNIVERSE IS MIIIINNNEEE TO CONTROL!" She cried, looking up, "TO CONSUUUMMMEEEEEE!!!! AHAHAHAHA!" And the orb rose above her, into the heavens. Every star in the sky exploded, so that the cosmos were covered with the bright lights of supernovae. The Sun, the Moon, the planets of the Solar System, the stars of the Milky Way, and every galaxy beyond had begun to crumble under the cosmic power of Jessica's will, and suddenly all circled above her, ready to be consumed by the new Goddess of the Universe. As it began to flow into her, she glowed a bright blood-red hue, like the sun, and Jafar couldn't help but notice a look of pure ecstasy on her face.

And then she looked down on him. "JAFAR, YOU HAVE FULFILLED MY WISHES, AND NOW I, JESSICA, THE ALL-POWERFUL, WILL FULFILL YOURS. AS YOU HAVE GIVEN ME THIS GREAT POWER, I WILL SPARE YOU, AND ONLY YOU, TO SHARE IN MY ETERNAL REIGN. I WISH YOU FREE OF YOUR LAMP, UNDER ONE LAW: YOU WILL REMAIN A PATHETIC GENIE, AND WILL ONLY GAIN THE POWER I SHALL GIVE TO YOU, AND YOU WILL GIVE ME PLEASURE WITH EVERY WAKING MOMENT, FOR ALL ETERNITY. UNDER THESE CONDITIONS, I HAVE KEPT MY BARGAIN, AND YOU ARE FREE!"

And he was. The vices around Jafar's wrists disappeared, along with their invisible chains. His power was suddenly freed, as he realized that now he was invincible! Nothing now could destroy him, not even Jessica! And though he was now doomed to be her slave for all eternity, with his power freed he felt it a reward, to live under the power of such a sexy creature, who would no doubt give him pleasure as well. And even if the Goddess Jessica did not, simply serving her would be pleasure enough for him, as his twisted mind would find it the most alluring fulfillment a man could dream of!

He grew into an even more gigantic form, as he rose up behind Jessica, who continued to consume every scrap of matter in the cosmos, passionately kissing her neck and grasping at her galactic tits. As the Universe was consumed, she grew larger, and allowed Jafar to grow with her, though only she gained pleasure in the gluttony of its consumption. Had the Earth still existed, it would have been too small for their massive eyes to see, but at this point it had been utterly consumed.

Darkness surrounded them, as they were all that was left. Jessica glowed, and gasped as she brought forth her power again.

A new world formed below them, larger than the now all but destroyed Universe. It was a massive landscape of rock and death, with fire bursting forth from the ground, and lightning constantly raining down from the darkness of nothingness above.

A huge stone throne burst from the landscape, almost exactly the same as the throne in the Goddess' former palace, but now made of black rock, and with chains on the arms. She forced Jafar down into the throne, and locked his arms in the chains. He did not complain, only moaned for more pleasure. She transformed his Genie-tail into legs, with a huge red cock between them. She sat upon it, and Jafar groaned with pleasure.

A sexy smirk was on her face, as she raised her hand out. From the cracks in the ground, beautiful specimens that looked much like her broke forth, and began crawling over the landscape like snakes, moaning loudly in feats of lust. As they all found each other, they began pleasuring themselves, like Jessica's old harem.

She gazed out upon these new creations, and softly laughed evilly to herself. The throne itself rose off the ground, as huge tentacles burst from the bottom of it. She could feel them, like her own long, powerful cocks. With a flick of her hand, they drove into the ground. Jafar wondered what she was doing, but paid little heed, as his pleasure was so great.

Jessica grew the throne's tentacles and multiplied them as they tore through the interior of the Universe-sized planet. Every few miles one or many would burst through the ground, grabbing at the little Jessica-minions pleasuring one another, and gobble them up. This brought the Goddess much pleasure, as the tentacles wrapped around the entire planet in mere moments.

"HAHAHA," she laughed, suddenly forming an even more enticing idea. Her hands glowed with power, as she slowly brought them above herself, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA DEATHHHHHH!!!" And she brought them together. Lightning burst from her body in every direction, ripping huge fissures in the ground. Many of the little Jessica clones fell into them, while others teetered on the remains of the self-destructing planet.

And within the fissures, as power still burst forth from Jessica, the clones could see that the interior of the planet was not liquid magma, as one would suspect, but a boiling sea of cum, bubbling thickly.

Jessica continued to cackle as she caused the cum to bubble to the surface like the reek of a volcano, consuming the clones, and then disappearing again below the surface. Some of her massive tentacles grabbed at the survivors, while others sucked up the planetary cum like fleshy vacuums, returning all of the sex into her body, along with all of the blood and flesh of her new victims.

She cackled louder, but in ecstasy, as her new planet, full of death and destruction, bowed to her power. She turned to face Jafar, and sat down in a lotus position on his dick, as she made it grow larger to fill her out better. They kissed passionately, and with sexual rage, while utter destruction burst around them.

Jessica's tantrum of power stopped momentarily, though the tentacles' feedings still caused her to continue growing, slowly. She would enjoy this part, at least for a few minutes. Perhaps an hour. But eventually her lust would burst forth again in the need for even greater amounts of destruction. She would take pleasure in destroying this planet, and then, more likely than not, create another one. And when that got boring, she would travel with Jafar into parallel universes, destroying and consuming them as well. Together, they would shatter the very fabric of space-time altogether, until there was nothing left in existence, in any cosmos, save them. And after that, who knew? She had faith that her lust would show her the way. And if not, her powers would. She would spend eternity in ecstasy; this now she knew, as Jafar caused her to orgasm once again, and she screamed out into Her Universe for the one thing she would continue to seek, for the rest of time...

"MORE!"

The End.

I may continue to write stories here at Brawna, but this is the only FMG one that's been on my mind lately, and I doubt I can write many more that contend with this one's scale. In any case, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

(By the way, does anyone know if it's possible to add pictures to this site? Cuz I know some Jessica Rabbit pics that would go wonderfully with these stories.)

Jessica Loves Jafar, Part II

supreme fantasies — Sun, 21 Feb 2010 21:23:25 +0000

First, a word to the readers. Allow me to apologize for any deception in the first installment of this series, which was also my first work on this site.I know my tags on the first installment suggested something different than what actually played out, so I can understand if a few people were disappointed. Hence why I feel the need to apologize. Writing is a very deep passion of mine, but writing about my SEXUAL passions is something extremely new to me. I find that I can only truly write stories of this nature if my mind (and other regions) are in tune with the story. If they aren't, everything ends up kind of...off. So, allow me to assure you I'll do my best to make sure it doesn't happen again, but if I screw up in the near future, I feel I should say that it's only because this genre is very new to me. Anyway, enough of me talking, and back to Jessica Rabbit taking over the universe...

June 4th, 1948

After a time Jessica found herself alone in the desert in the middle of the barren Sinai Peninsula. She was days away from Saudi Arabia, and hadn't seen or spoken to a human soul in over three weeks. In the Andes, going long terms without human contact had been a welcome thing, as she had then been seeking isolation. But since Paris things had been different. Every city, small town, boat, port, or desert outpost had been marked with a new sexual exploit, as Jessica had explored her new self-interest with a steaming zealotry. But the recent dry spell in human presence had forced her back into celibacy.

And her body was scolding her for it. Beneath her short-short khakis, sweat poured out in torrents down her rock-solid and thick legs, not from the heat, but from her lust. Most people saw mirages in the desert of water or oases, but she saw mirages of people, man or woman. Sometimes she would see the outline of two people making love on the horizon, and her tight little snatch would ache with arousal, but then the image would vanish. And sometimes (and these were the worst) she would see the silhouette of her own nubile body, in a way that looked as though it were walking towards her in the desert. And not only that, but the mirage would be dressed in the beautiful sequin dress she used to wear at the Ink & Paint Club; the one that she had often found herself missing so dearly for its unstoppable sexiness and the power she had felt when strolling across the stage in it.

But she did her best to banish these thoughts from her head, and attempted to make do on her own. At night she would lie naked under the stars, fondling her now enormous breasts, sucking on the nipples as if trying to drain them of their warm sustenance. She would lie with her legs high in the air, and run her sensual fingers up and down them, admiring their new tone, before her hands would make their way up to her navel, which lay against abs that were now an emblem of sexual power. And finally, when her hands were done mapping out her anatomy, they would seek out her starving pussy, and slowly but powerfully dig down into its depths, until she filled the desert with her wails of passion.

These nights, lying alone, she would think about how useless mankind was. Truly, she would need a bed mate, and one who could keep up with her raunchy and wild inhibitions, but outside of that there was no need for people. The death of Roger had helped her understand that. At first she had been scared; scared to live a life alone, assuming that if she had stayed in Los Angeles, she would have remained nothing more than a widow. But her time exploring had shut such dark futuristic thoughts out of her mind. Now she was focused on the present, and suckling out of it as much pleasure and ecstasy as she possibly could. In her mind she knew that mankind would never truly bow before her, as it should, but while she possessed what power she had, she would do her best to make them know: they served HER.

It was in this mindset of narcissistic ecstasy that Jessica found herself in the middle of one of the desert's rare rainstorms. At first she winced at the cold drops against her boiling skin, but when her clothes became wet, and the super-tight white T-shirt that was already struggling to contain her swelling tits began to become translucent, showing the treasures that lay within, she started to embrace the rain, and her lust began to run wild once again. Her breasts were now fully exposed through her shirt, and she wondered why she had even bothered to wear one in the first place. In a wild sexual frenzy, she tore the shirt apart like an animal, letting her enormous melons soak up the rain along with the rest of her.

Lightning began to strike. It fueled her. Suddenly she wasn't just removing her shorts, she was ripping through them, frantically reaching for her twat, which was now wetter than the rain, and digging her fingers into it while she danced around in the rain like a lunatic. Suddenly she felt as though the rain were meant for HER, and her alone, as if she were controlling it. 'If only,' she lustily thought aloud to herself. 'If only this were MY world!' She screamed, the pleasure mounting. She fell down upon her back in the desert; the rain-soaked sand covered her body as she writhed against it, pulling at her snatch for dear pleasure. She twisted, she turned, she squealed in delight, and finally exploded in release as the lightning sounded *BANG BANG BANG.* The ecstasy covered her, as her final, overwhelming thought was of herself, lording over the world as its one and only Queen; then then the pleasure subsided, and weariness crashed down upon her as she drifted into a wet-dream-filled sleep, naked in the desert.

June 5th, 1948

She awoke at noontime, with the sun boiling what was left of the water off of her body. The entire desert smelled of fresh, new-fallen rain, and the scent filled her nostrils with pleasurable peace, as she remembered the wildness of the night before. It brought a sensual smile to her face, as she sat up.

She found herself, surprisingly, in the middle of an actual desert oasis, with a few lonesome trees and shrubs surrounding a large pool of water, which looked full from its feast the night before. Jessica remembered that her clothes and her travel pack were some ways behind her, but thought to herself 'I'll find them later. Now's time for a swim!' She dove into the pond, and proceeded to bathe in its warmth, drinking some of it in and allowing the rest to wash the sand from her nude form. She floated along the pool, using her enormous tits as life preservers; floating on her back while they kept her from sinking to the bottom. She drifted around the pool like this for hours, concluding that she deserved a day's rest from her long journey. She could go without food (she was a Toon, after all, and unless there was a surplus of Dip in this desert, there were no immediate threats to her life), and decided to remain in the pool for the day, and continue journeying tomorrow.

The sun began to fall, until the desert was covered in a blood-red glow, that inflamed her again. She began to pleasure herself again, for the someteenth time that day, and was floating into the shallows when her foot grazed something hard...something metallic. Pausing, she reached into the water and retrieved it. It looked like an ancient Islamic oil-lamp, but beautifully made, without a single imperfection. It was black as the night, and shaped in a way that Jessica found almost demonic, somewhat evil. It intrigued her, as she gently rubbed off the mud that had collected around the base, so as to inspect it for its full glory.

Suddenly, red smoke burst with a *FWOOSH* from the tip, and the lamp began to shake violently. Jessica held on to it, suddenly both frightened and amazed at the spectacle unfolding before her.

A low rumble shook the desert, as the smoke began to rise higher, as if pulled by some force towards the heavens. The rumble in the background began to clear, and sounded to Jessica almost like a voice...a man's voice. As it cleared, it grew louder, and louder, and soon Jessica could tell; this was definitely a man, and he was laughing. Not just laughing, cackling.

"Ahahahahahaha! AAAAHahahahaha! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAH!" the voice wailed, and suddenly the smoke cleared, to reveal the enormous, monstrous figure of a wicked genie!

"I AM JAFAR!" it declared to the night, "A THOUSAND YEARS I HAVE BEEN TRAPPED, AND THUS THIS WORLD SHALL PAY FOR A MILLENNIUM OF PAIN! I AM LORD OF ALL CREATION! THE UNIVERSE SHALL BOW BEFORE MY MIGHT, AS IT OBEYS MY EVERY WHIM!"

The genie before Jessica stunned her. He was enormous, larger than any skyscraper she had ever seen, with muscles bulging from every part of his body, which glowed a demonic red. His head was bald save for one long ponytail, that whipped wildly with every movement of his head. His expression was one of both eternal lust and fury, as he screamed into the night. His eyes were not eyes at all, but voids of fiery yellow light that burned with ferocious power. His hands were clawed by black fingernails, which reached out into the void as if searching for some unseen prey that did not exist. His chest was ripped by bulging pecs, and his solid abs ran all the way down to his waist, where his only piece of clothing existed; a sash belt. Below that, a ghostly tail ran down from his form into the lamp that Jessica now held. 'I've found a genie!' she thought to herself, 'I'm the master of a lamp! And what a lamp to find too!' She gazed up at Jafar with lust, and subconsciously pinched one of her own nipples in arousal, as she looked upon his enormous, perfect form.

She barely noticed the storm Jafar was creating. His whipped his hands around, and a maelstrom of sand and stone surrounded him and his new mistress, until the entire desert was trapped in his sandstorm, save for the one oasis below him. He cackled into the night, wallowing in the ecstasy of his return to power.

And finally he gazed down, and looked upon the form of the woman who had released him. A thousand years of loneliness had done its work on his libido, and immediately he found himself lusting after Jessica's form. Using his magic, he lifted her off the ground and into the air, until she was floating before him, nude from head to toe.

As she floated there, he looked over her form, marveling at it. "HMMM.." he thought out loud. "THIS NEW SERVANT IS NUBILE AND BEAUTIFUL. PERHAPS I SHALL ALLOW HER TO LIVE WHILE THE REST OF THE WORLD SUFFERS THE DEATH I SHALL BESET UPON IT! AND THEN, WHEN I HAVE USED HER TO HER FULLEST EXTENT, I SHALL DEVOUR HER VERY ESSENCE, AND USE IT TO FUEL MY POWER!"

Jessica, hearing this, suddenly became angry at Jafar (yes, she was so self-loving at that point that she believed herself to be above even an evil leviathan genie), and placed her hands on her hips like a mother scolding her child. "You will do no such thing!"

Jafar was taken aback. Sensing that this one was more foolish than the rest, he rose up over her, domineering, "YOU DARE CONTEST ME?!"

But Jessica was persistent, "I know what you are, Jafar. You are a genie; a slave to the Lamp! The Lamp, which I now hold, which I am MASTER of! Powerful as you are, you cannot harm me, and must obey me, until my three wishes are spent! But I believe we may be of service to each other."

"AND HOW COULD THAT BE?" Jafar asked.

"I know you seek your freedom. Freedom to leave the chains of your lamp, and spread your power throughout the world, inflicting your desires upon its inhabitants. I can offer you such freedom."

Jafar was suddenly interested. He began to descend, and Jessica along with him. He set her down upon the desert floor, and floated above her at just over a normal human's size. "I'M LISTENING."

"I know the rules normally demand that you grant me three wishes, and three wishes only. Grant me four, and I will use the last to free you. I will use my own three wishes to fulfill my desires, but if even if I should fail in doing so, I will still use my final wish to grant you your ultimate freedom."

The red genie stared down at his new mistress with thought. 'This woman is a fool!' he thought silently to himself. 'Even if all of her wishes are fulfilled, my power will still consume her, and she will still bow to my command.' He found himself staring at her enormous breasts, 'Still, allowing her to command me for a while could have its uses. I will hold her to her deal with a Genie's Promise, so that she cannot escape it, even if she tries.'

"IT IS DONE," he said to her, stretching out his evil hand. Jessica shook it, and wasted no time getting things started.

"Too long have the beings of this world held sway over me. Give me a palace adorned for the greatest ruler who ever lived! Give me harems of beautiful specimens, male and female alike, and mirrors in every hall, so that I can marvel at my own reflection! I wish to be Queen of the Earth!"

Immediately an earthquake tore below them, as Jafar spread his arms wide and yelled, "YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!" Huge palace towers, dark and ominous (and phallus-shaped, just as Jessica dreamed), burst from the ground, forcing the sands aside as they rose up into the heavens. Soon the outline of a glorious city-sized palace rose up before Jessica, and as the foundations broke through, Jafar lifted a mountain from the sand, as a perch for the palace to sit upon. It rose higher than the highest peaks, and Jessica, looking out from her new grand courtyard, could survey for miles over the land, to the world that she now ruled!

But Jafar had more surprises for her. From the corners of her beautiful courtyard crawled hundreds of beautiful human specimens: women with enormous breasts and cute, young, virgin faces, and huge brawling men with cocks larger than Jessica had ever seen, and muscles bulging as big as Jafar's!

The genie held aloft to Jessica a bright, silver crown, which declared both elegance and sexiness. Jessica took it, and placed it upon her head, laughing evilly to herself. "Ahahaha! Finally the world is mine! Mine to reap and suckle out all of its darkest pleasures!"

She walked up the steps to her new palace, which was made entirely out of pure gold and platinum. Huge statues of herself adorned the palace halls. There were frescoes displaying her power covering the ceilings, and busts from the walls displaying herself in different sexual exploits. And oh the sexual treasures! Everywhere she looked there were phallus shapes and figures of breasts, bursting from the floors and walls and ceilings.

The throne room was the best. The floor was as soft as the softest bed Jessica had ever laid upon, and at the back of the room sat her enormous throne, twenty steps up from the floor. Rising from behind it, up to the ceiling, was a monstrous bust of her own naked body, showing from the hips up. The hands of the bust rested in fists on the hips, while the breasts burst explosively from the wall, and the face looked down upon the inhabitants with a powerful expression, like Jafar's when he had first been freed of the lamp.

Jessica continued her sexy, powerful, evil laugh as she crossed the bedding-floor towards the throne. Her harem all filed out around her, filling the space as they pleasured themselves and each other. She climbed the golden steps to her throne, where she saw the palace's masterpiece.

The seat was made of pure platinum. The back of the chair was adorned with pictures of Jessica in every different kind of sexual ecstasy and activity, running up towards the ceiling, until the throne's back disappeared within the cleavage of the huge Jessica bust. The arms of the throne were shaped as two enormous platinum cocks, protruding from the wall, and held up by more cocks, sprouting from the chair's seat, which sat upon a huge block of pure platinum, adorned with more frescoes of Jessica, this time modeling her body for the viewer to marvel after.

But the seat was the best part. Four breasts, as large as Jessica's, soft and supple protruded from the seat. And from the center of the mammaries, as Jessica approached the chair, an enormous dick began to sprout. It was the most splendid piece of manhood Jessica had ever seen, and just from looking at it and its busty companions, she was wet all over with sweat and pussy-juice. Turning, she placed herself down upon her new throne. The cock gently slid into her snatch, and her toned ass was hugged by the huge tits rising from the chair. And immediately, to her surprise, the cock began moving! It pulled in and out of her, and rotated, so that she was being fucked from the moment she sat down! Oh, the pleasure, how it filled her! But with her new, powerful position, the new Queen decided to retain a form of regality, and kept a straight face and even head, even as her pussy was ravaged, and her orgasms came only moments apart.

She sat upon her throne, and gazed out upon the inhabitants of her new palace, all writhing in pleasure. The walls, she now found, were made all of mirrors, and as she gazed into them, she saw her sexy self, being fucked in the chair, back arched so scantily, breasts protruding, and aching for more, legs spread ever so slightly so as to take in the huge manhood of her throne.

"This world is mine," she said quietly to herself, so that Jafar, who took his place at the right hand of her throne, could hear. "This world is mine, and I will do as I please with it."

Jafar was stunned. This woman deserved absolute power almost as much as he did! She was meant for it! And within him, he found a sudden desire to make her MORE powerful. As he gazed upon Jessica, a strange feeling crept over him, and his thoughts began to race, concocting new ways to make her as powerful as he was, perhaps more. In any case, he could not allow her to remain in this vulnerable state.

"EXCUSE ME, MY MISTRESS," he asked her.

"What is it, slave?" she asked, half-aroused and half-annoyed.

"IN MY EXPERIENCE, I FIND THAT KINGS AND QUEENS ARE QUITE EASILY REMOVED. THEY ARE WEAK BEINGS, WHO ENJOY POWER AND PLEASURE FOR ONLY SO LONG, BEFORE THEY ARE DEFEATED. IF I MAY SUGGEST, I BELIEVE YOU SHOULD BECOME SOMETHING MORE THAN THIS, A PATHETIC QUEEN OF THE WORLD."

Jessica looked at him with a sexy smile, "Why, Jafar, how clever you are. Yes, I believe you're right. Despite my awesome right as Queen of this world, its foolish inhabitants will no doubt attempt to fight against me, and strip me of my power. And that will not do. But the power of a SORCERESS would be something the pitiful beings of this world will not be able to contest. Yes, Jafar, my darling, I do believe more power is in order. I WISH TO BE THE MOST POWERFUL SORCERESS ON EARTH!"

Power sprung from Jafar and threw Jessica into the back of the chair. Immediately she felt it, a burning hot presence, creeping into her bowels and moving throughout her whole body. It wrapped around every cell, consumed every molecule, until her whole body was writhing in hot, amazing pain.

The power crept upwards and downwards, filling her tits with something other than just milk, making her already toned arm and leg muscles bulge and press against her skin, and forcing juices in a steady stream from her snatch, which grew even more hungry for the cock that still ravaged it.

And finally it reached her mind, and in an instant a new feeling dawned upon her: she could control the power. And her writhing stopped. The sorceress stood, skin glowing red, almost as red as Jafar's, and she moved from the throne, down towards her harem.

The first specimen she came across lunged for her leg. It was a woman, raven-haired, with enormous tits, almost as big as Jessica's. But the sorceress stopped the little whore. With silence, and an expression of pure rage, Jessica made a simple motion with her hand, and the little slave was raised up from the ground, clasping at her neck as if a noose was pulling her skyward. She screamed, she writhed, she struggled against the unseen hand clasping her throat.

Jessica, now fully consumed by sexual rage and murderous pleasure, gripped her hand closed. With a *SPLISH* the girl's head was literally squeezed off like a pimple, with blood and guts spurting forth.

Jessica stared at the corpse, smiling at it, soaking in the realization of the full extent of her new power. Jafar watched, incredibly turned on by the murdering sorceress, and silently egged her on.

After staring at the corpse for a moment, Jessica's rage returned, and she opened her mouth in a scream, which wrapped the whole room in a hurricane. The corpse began to tear itself apart, with blood and flesh bursting from it. And as it burst forth, Jessica seemed to soak it up! The pieces of human flesh hurtled towards her, and her skin soaked it up, piece by piece. And with every piece that was consumed, her muscles bulged larger, her ass filled wider, her tits swelled bigger, and she grew taller!

When the whole corpse was consumed, Jessica was panting heavily, her body still rocking in orgasm. Her tits had grown, from a DDD to a FFF, and her waist was now smaller in proportion, with her hips growing wider.

She looked across the room. Her harem was looking at her, all with looks of fear and shock on their faces. She felt the blood pumping through each of their veins, that could have been pumping through HERS; the muscles that should be in bulging through HER skin, and the milk that should be bursting out of HER breasts.

A calm came over her, and one word from her lips signaled the beginning of the storm, "MINE."

TO BE CONCLUDED

Like I said, I can only do this for so long before I start losing focus. There will be one more installment, which will be written soon enough. Stay tuned and keep your cocks ready, people!

Jessica Loves Jafar, Part I

supreme fantasies — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 00:36:52 +0000

June 4th, 1948

Two years have passed since Roger Rabbit's untimely death. In the end, it was Judge Doom who achieved his posthumous vengeance. After the incident at the Acme Factory, where entire vats of the dreaded Dip had escaped into the Los Angeles and Toontown sewers, a massive city-wide clean-up project had suffered a terrible accident: a pipe, clogged and overflowing with Dip, finally boiled and ruptured under Toontown's Main Street, where Roger Rabbit, Baby Herman, Eddie Valiant, and Goofy were sharing lunch on the sidewalk, reminiscing about past adventures and future endeavors. As the Dip had boiled underground and was now gaseous, the four unsuspecting heroes were completely unaware of the doom that was spilling forth from beneath them. Eddie Valiant suffered poisoning that fried most of his brain and had him sentenced to a life's term in a wheelchair, unable to speak and breathing through a tube. Roger, Baby Herman, and Goofy were not so luck. After only minutes of exposure, the three had dropped dead on the sidewalk as if they had each downed a bottle of cyanide, and before anyone could do anything, three of the most famous Toons of all time lay dead.

Jessica Rabbit had been readying herself for that night's performance at the Ink & Paint Club when she was given the news by her Ape bouncer. As one can imagine, the sudden loss of both her husband and two of her best friends caused her mind to plummet into a deep depression. She quit her job at the Ink & Paint and became a shut-in widow, living off her husbands dwindling finances.

It was a year after the accident that her psychiatrist, who was making some real progress with her, suggested that Jessica do something she and Roger had been planning on doing at some point, but had never had the means to pull off: tour the world. "Do what Roger would have wanted you to do," the doctor had said, and the next day Jessica was on a plane out of the United States, on a mission of rebirth and self-discovery.

But a healthy journey it was not to be. After visiting the Mayan ruins in Mexico, sailing the Caribbean, hiking the Andes, traversing the Atlantic, strolling through the English countryside, witnessing the sunrise over the Norwegian fjords, backpacking Europe, photographing herself with the Roman ruins, dodging pirates in Tripoli, climbing the Great Pyramids, and crossing the Suez, her mind was still walking in strange places, and her experiences amongst worldwide cultures were bringing her thoughts towards one dark conclusion: she hated mankind.

It was the truth: no decent, straight man could look at her and not think IMMEDIATELY about what she would look like with her clothes off. And the realization of this fact brought a great deal of frustration, and finally resentment, from Jessica, as she began to see that she would never find a man or Toon like Roger ever again, who could look at her and be genuinely interested in who she was as a person, not as a sex symbol. And as she came to this conclusion, she began to even wonder whether Roger HIMSELF had ever truly taken interest in her in a non-physical way, or if he had just been the most skilled at hiding his true feelings. Her resentment reached such a level that by the time she had reached Europe, she was already accustomed to using her powers of seduction to con men out of their money, freeload off them, and even commit the sadistic torture of stealing them from the wives who loved them and leaving them for dead.

These feelings of loneliness are what originally led to Jessica's interest in the female gender. Save for a few strange lesbians, they were the only people in the world who could stare at Jessica's astonishing figure and be genuinely interested in who she was in every respect, not just physically. Without a doubt, the most influential person in Jessica's decision to "expand her horizons" was an eccentric, sweet prostitute she had met in Paris. The cute whore had named herself the Countess, and took a great interest in Jessica's broadening fantasies.

The Countess' greatest influence upon Jessica was helping the Toon realize her full sexual potential. After a while, the Countess had helped Jessica admit to herself that there were few other women on the planet who even came CLOSE to her sexually. And the little whore informed Jessica that her recent global adventures had done nothing but expand her sexiness. Her legs, which had once been thin and slender, were now toned to a Mediterranean thickness that would make men scream. Her core, which had been petite and classy, was now as tight as a snare drum, outdoing even the most seductive of Moroccan belly dancers. Her arms, once meant to rest seductively on her hips, were now strong enough to carry her up the north face of the Eiger. And her ass...well, to say it was hard for pants to contain the surge of muscularity and sexiness that was Jessica's ass would be an understatement. The only part of her anatomy that seemed to have suffered was her breasts, which had been burned enough to drop from the legendary DDD to a less-powerful-yet-still-enticing D cup.

Strangely, this initially worried Jessica. Throughout her life, she had cursed her enormous boobs, and how their effect on men turned them into colossal pricks, but now that their power was dwindling, Jessica was beginning to worry. As much as she hated to admit it, they offered her a significant advantage over the rest of the world, especially over men, and now that advantage was slowly being burned away. But the Countess had reassured her, noting that although the size had dwindled, the perkiness had flourished; the breasts that had once carried the slightest form of sag (a normal fallback to naturally over-sized boobs) now totally and completely defied gravity, remaining soft but never drooping. This discovery lead Jessica to a new respect for her smaller breasts, as they could now be less conspicuous than before but quite possibly just as seductive as ever.

Soon Jessica began to wonder if she had been born in the body of a true goddess, and whether she should act and be treated as such; tempestuous and worshiped. The Countess cultivated and encouraged these feelings, as she viewed them as the empowerment of Jessica, which turned on the prostitute immensely.

On her last night in Paris, Jessica and the Countess had shared their first and only night of sexual passion together. And oh, how Jessica screamed! The petite French girl lapped ferociously at Jessica's cunt, sucking and drawing out its honey, while Jessica lay on the bed and stared at the mirror on the wall, finding herself wonderfully aroused now by her own figure. As she watched herself writhe in pleasure, it was as if she was watching the sexual twistings of the greatest lover she had ever been with: and surprisingly, it was herself!

And with this realization, and the petite young French girl sucking away at her sex, Jessica screamed out into the night in one of the greatest orgasms she had ever experienced, which lasted for what seemed like ages, and left her with a new empowering feeling, as if she was the goddess of all creation!

She left the Countess that night with a kiss and a memory the young whore would never forget, and continued on her adventures, with a new sexual horizon before her. Now, everywhere she went, she exercised her sexual power on all those she deemed worthy. Soon she had ceased to discriminate between men and women, married or unmarried, youthful or well-aged, but would simply find a body she was aroused by, and stare into mirrors while that body fucked her senseless. She became a dominating force in the lives of everyone she stumbled upon, committing almost inhuman sexual acts, as long as she could watch herself commit them, and had soon become mad with sexual power.

Not to mention the new growth of her tits! At first she couldn't figure out how, but it seemed her breasts were growing again! Slowly, to be sure, but within a few months there was no doubt that her DDD's were back with a vengeance. She came to reason that in her sexual drought between Roger's death and her night with the Countess, her boobs had been begging for sexual contact, and when her sexual fire was re-awakened, then had returned from their slumber, and were now feeding on her every exploit, growing larger as she explored. And the sag in them was gone as well! As they grew, her constant journeying kept them toned and fresh, and their awesome tightness and defiance of gravity was soon the greatest on the planet. There was now no doubt in Jessica's mind, she was a goddess in human form!

TO BE CONTINUED

Orgasm Juice

Kaleb — Thu, 14 Jan 2010 01:22:54 +0000

Orgasm Juice
By Kaleb

I'm sorry, world. At least I can say that I changed the world. For the better? You must be the judge of that. Let me tell you my story.

First, you have to understand that Janet was awesome. A cute, petite, whip-smart brunette with a perky attitude and quick with a comeback, I fell in love with her the first time we met at a faculty function. It was a typical biotech department party, with old professors droning on and on about their research while us graduate students kept looking at our watches and trying to decide when it would be okay to slip out.

It was her laugh that made me notice her. In a room otherwise humming with hushed voices, her tinkling laugh cut through the murmur like crystal struck for attention. She had been cornered by an eighty-year-old professor emeritus and was doing her best to distract him so she could slip away. She was cute at five-five and a hundred and ten, with small pert breasts and long dark hair. I was immediately attracted to her.

I saved her that night by interrupting with some excuse or other, and we were able to slip out together before the speeches began. We spent that night at a local pub and talked about our work, mine with treatments for neuromuscular degenerative diseases and her as the computer tech for our department, trying to teach the dinosaurs how to use a mouse.

Well, one thing led to another, and we ended up at my apartment. I plied her with wine and music and so forth and we ended up on the couch, with me feeling her up, and her moaning. Soon, we went to my bed where I undressed her to expose her cute, tight little body, and she undressed me to expose my reasonably fit physique and - let me be frank - rather sizable penis.

She gasped when she saw it. I know other guys are envious, but I had always been slightly embarrassed with the size of my dick. All through high school I had to live with the stares of my classmates in the locker room. It didn't help that I could barely keep it under control. My first involuntary erections in school were also traumatic, since there was no place to hide the thing. It would bulge grotesquely from my groin, either snaking down my leg, or if I was wearing briefs, popping over my waistband under my shirt.

Oh sure, girls were curious, but when I actually got hot and heavy with a girl, she was usually freaked out by its size. The best I got in high school was a blowjob or two, awkward and inexpert.

So, now that I've built it up, let me describe it. When flaccid it's six inches long and circumcised, with big egg-sized testicles. When erect it grows to a twelve-inch monster, thick and veiny and looking like it's going to explode at any second. I should have gone into porn, I guess, but being smart and nerdy I opted for science.

Janet gasped at the size of it and eagerly started in licking and sucking and basically making my day. Before I could go off, Janet lay back and begged me to enter her.

"Please, please put that rod in me," she panted.

I positioned myself over her and slowly guided the head into her pussy.

"Oh god! It's so huge!" she cried, just like all the others.

Now, I expected that she'd give up pretty soon, as my rod is just too big for most girls, but she seemed a girl possessed. Janet grunted and pushed and rammed that thing into her like crazy, and it wasn't soon before she pushed me over the top. My dick shot a huge load into her as I rammed it as deep as I could into her sopping pussy.

"No, not yet! I haven't come yet! No!" she screamed angrily, pounding at my back as I filled her.

I pulled out and fell to the mattress beside her.

"Dammit!" she said. "I was hoping you could do it."

"What do you mean? That was great!"

"Oh yeah, great for you, but I didn't come!" she said, sadly. "I never come."

"What do you mean, you never come?"

"I don't have orgasms. I feel the buildup, but the payoff never comes for me," she said.

Janet told me her story. She grew up with three older sisters, all of them rather promiscuous. One was a cheerleader, another a gymnast, and the third extremely athletic and on the girl's softball, tennis, basketball and track teams. Growing up they would all discuss their various conquests, whether it be a football captain, the big-dicked star basketball player or even one of the other cheerleaders, and the highlight of their story's was always the orgasm. Single, multiple, long or short, easy or hard, whatever: their stories always ended with a bang. It sounded awesome.

So it was a cruel revelation when Janet went to high school, seduced her first boy and discovered she couldn't come. The pleasure would build and build, but she could never find release. She had built up this image in her head of the ultimate orgasm, just to realize that such pleasure was forever refused her.

She had become obsessed. She became the sluttiest slut in her high school, sleeping with a new boy every night searching for that high, but it never came. Oh, she faked her orgasms, sure, but she had never experienced the real thing. Then, when she had seen the size of my member, she thought it might work. Maybe it was just size that was missing! Apparently not.

I felt bad for her, and promised that I would do what I could for her that night, and I meant it! I mean, in the previous four hours I had basically fallen for this girl. Hard. As I said, she was cute, smart and fun, and everything I was looking for in a girl, so when I said I would do everything in my power to bring her an orgasm, I meant it.

That night I tried everything (or everything she would let me do.) Me on top. Her on top. Cunnilingus. Fingerbangs. Nothing worked. I railed her from midnight to sunup the next day, and all I got was ruined sheets and a bored girlfriend.

We said our farewells, and I asked her out the next night, but she didn't seem interested in me after she saw I couldn't give her what she wanted. I was crushed! I had to impress her somehow! I determined there and then that I would somehow give her an orgasm if that were what was necessary for her to be with me.

Now, like I said, I worked at one of the biology labs on campus, and we were working on experimental treatments for muscular dystrophy. I worked in the animal lab, administering several of the more advanced treatments to our test animals to check their effects.

It was a couple weeks after my night with Janet, when I noticed that one of the drugs had an odd effect on the mice. After ingestion, the mice would, for lack of a better word, start humping everything in their cage until they had a little mousy orgasm, then they'd rest a little and start all over again. This would continue until the drug wore off, usually about three or four hours after administration.

Damn, I thought, this stuff may not work against muscular dystrophy, but it does a job on the mammalian libido!

Now, I didn't run off and take this stuff home right away, I'm not crazy. The compound would have to be thoroughly tested before I would even think of using it on Janet. But I did do two things: I started a wider test of the drug on the various animals in my care, to insure it wasn't going to kill anyone, and I carefully looked up the instructions on how to make more of it, just in case.

After another week, none of my animals were showing any negative signs to repeated use of the drug. All were healthy, and extremely happy, given their nightly orgasmic spree. All that was left was a human trial. And since I wasn't going to endanger my love, that left one person to test it out on: myself.

After screwing up my courage that night, I took a sample of the drug home for testing. I carefully prepared my home, putting everything breakable away, laying plastic under my sheets, and placing porn around my bed in case I needed a kick-start. I finally disrobed, lay on the bed, and took a carefully measured dose of the drug. Two drops, under the tongue.

Holy fuck! The stuff only took a minute to get into my system, but then it hit me like a freight train. My dick was longer and harder than it had ever been: rock hard and sensitive. I grabbed it when the first wave hit, and it took only ten seconds of frantic pumping before I was spewing semen over my chest like a fountain. I couldn't stop, either. After the first orgasm, my dick stayed hard and I had one after another for at least an hour. It was unbelievable!

I awoke the next morning sticky but invigorated. After cleaning up, I checked myself out to make sure that I was none the worse for wear, but I seemed to be okay. After another week of monitoring my health status, I decided that the stuff was safe for human consumption.

It took some convincing, but I was able to get Janet to go out on another date with me. I promised that I had something awesome to show her. She seemed curious, and wary, but finally agreed.

That night I told her my secret.

"So, I've been thinking about your problem. You know, about the, um, 'Big O'," I said, quietly as we sat at the pub.

"What do you mean, you've been thinking about it?" she said.

"I mean, I think I may have a cure."

"Oh, yeah. Sure," she said, skeptically.

"No really!" and I explained about my drug. It makes sense, really. The drug is supposed to treat muscular dystrophy through the nervous system, creating nerve activity that activates the affected muscles and promotes growth. Apparently this stuff is tuned to the nerves in the pleasure center of the mammalian brain. I described my adventures with the stuff the previous week, and she looked intrigued.

"Well, if this stuff works, I want to try it. Is it safe?"

"I've tested it on hundreds of animals, with no ill effects seen. I took it myself, and look at me! I'm fine!"

She looked up with an impish smile. "Let's do it!"

We went back to my place and she eagerly started kissing and groping me, and my little buddy got erect very quickly, cockhead popping above my waistband, which she took as an invitation to lick.

We quickly undressed and moved to my bed.

"So, how do I take this stuff?"

"Just two drops under the tongue should do it," I said, pulling the eyedropper from the bottle. I quickly applied the two drops and watched her close her eyes in anticipation.

After a minute, she opened her eyes and said, "I don't feel any different."

"Well, let's start and maybe the stuff will kick in."

I fucked her for an hour, and while she felt pleasure, I could see the frustration in her face as the orgasm never came. At last, I came, and lay by her side.

"I'm so sorry!" I said. "I don't know why it didn't work. It worked on all the animals! It worked on me!"

"Maybe I need more."

"I don't know," I said warily. "We don't know the effects of the stuff at higher dosages, and I'm not sure I could get it up again so quickly."

"So, you take some, and I'll take a double dose! You don't know what it's like to be so close and yet be completely unable to come! Please?"

She batted her eyes fetchingly and my concerns vanished.

"Okay, just a double dose."

I put four drops under her tongue and two under mine and lay back. Just as before, my dick took only a minute to get rock hard. Janet crawled on top of me and lustily shoved the head into her little box.

It was heaven! Sex on this drug was like nothing I could imagine. It was like each pump was an ordinary orgasm, and when I came, oh fuck! It was incredible, like ten orgasms going off at once for what seemed forever!

I was lost in a haze of sex, pumping and coming and spewing and not paying much attention to my surroundings or my partner. When it was over, though, Janet lay on top of me, crying.

"Why can't I come!" she cried. "What is wrong with me? I'm some sort of freak!"

I patted her back as she sobbed, trying to reassure her that we'd figure it out together. It was then that she sat up, grabbed the bottle and ripped off the top.

"I'm going to have a fucking orgasm if it fucking kills me!" she cried, and before I could stop her, she had downed the bottle: at least a hundred doses, all at once. I couldn't imagine what that would do to her. It was nothing I had tested for!

Almost immediately there was an effect. She started to pump at my flagging member with her pulsing pussy, panting with her eyes rolled back. She flopped down onto me, her little nipples erect like little nails poking into my chest, and kissed me. I could taste the bitter drug on her lips, and immediately became erect again.

This time, my orgasmic releases were matched threefold by hers! Janet would scream and arch her back with every thrust of my pelvis. Her pussy pulsed with power, pussy muscles contracting with each orgasm and squeezing the sperm from my enormous dong.

We tore my place apart fucking, first on the bed, then on the floor when we rolled off in a particularly huge orgasm. Soon we were in my kitchenette eating popsicles while she sat on the counter and I railed her mercilessly. I pushed her up against the wall, mashing her perfect petite boobs against my chest, as she eagerly pulled my dick into her by wrapping her legs around my ass. We had shower sex, her orgasmic screams echoing off the tile. We fucked until the sun came up. It was the most amazing experience of my life, up till then.

My alarm clock went off at 8:00 as I dozed next to my newly satisfied girlfriend. Janet would jerk with a little aftershock periodically in her sleep. I got up and got dressed for work, made her a little breakfast plate of fruits and cereal and left her a note asking her to stay and sleep as long as she liked and that I loved her and wanted to be with her forever.

Despite having barely slept, I had a pretty damn good day. Unbelievable nookie will do that for you, I guess. I called Janet from work, and left a message saying how much I enjoyed the previous night, and how much I looked forward to seeing her again. Maybe tonight? But, disappointed, I didn't hear back from her all day.

It wasn't until that afternoon that I was able to start a new batch of the drug. I knew that it took a few hours to mature after taking it off the burner, so I put it in the drug locker to cool and headed home.

The door to my apartment was unlocked, and the room was dark when I entered. I walked in and groped for the light switch, only to suddenly feel a feminine presence rush up and push me against the door, kissing me deeply.

"Did you miss me?" Janet said, when we came up for air.

"Oh Janet! God yes! Did you get my calls?"

"Oh, I slept most of the day, but I feel great! Oh I can't believe that this is what orgasms are like! I mean, I was prepared for disappointment, having built it up in my head for so long, how could the reality possibly compare? But it was amazing! How does anyone get anything done?"

"Oh, we get by," I said, before she smothered me with another kiss.

I could tell she was naked as I ran my hands down her back. Fuck, she felt awesome with her slim fit body pressed up against my own, her breasts mashed against my chest.

Wait, breasts? Mashed? I broke off the kiss and tried to hold her out at arms length, but she started grabbing at my rapidly inflating penis through my pants.

"I want you right now!" she said.

"Wait, are you okay?"

"Better than ever! Come on, give it to me!"

She unzipped my pants and pulled me over to the bed by my cock, where she threw me down and quickly mounted me, me fully dressed with my dick pulled through my fly. She plunged my dick into her deep pussy and groaned in pleasure, but I noticed something different from last night. Where then she would spasm in orgasm with nearly any touch of my dong, here she was straining to get release.

Much like our first night together, we fucked like bunnies, but she was completely unable to come. After an hour of trying, she fell to the mattress in frustration, curled into a ball, and began to cry.

I turned on the light, and tried to comfort her.

"I'm so sorry, darling. I would help you if I could."

"You could give me more of that drug."

"I'm making a batch right now at the lab, but I'm not sure it's safe for you to take such a high dose like last time. I mean, you took one hundred times the normal dosage, and I just don't know what that could do to you."

"I don't care. You don't know what it's been like. For the last ten years I've been trying to have an orgasm, with no luck. I've had sex with every man who'd have me. I've bought every sex toy out there. Nothing worked. Then, last night, you give me what I've always wanted. You gave me release, and I love you for it! Can't you please give me the drug? For me?"

I wavered. "Well, I'll tell you what. I made a batch of the stuff this afternoon, and it's probably ready in the lab. If you'll agree to take it slow, and we ramp up the dosages in a methodical fashion, I'll go over there and get it."

"Really?" She said brightening, and sat up.

Woah! Her breasts had really grown. While she had been an A before, she must be a solid C now!

"Look at your breasts!" I said. "What happened?"

"Mmmm...well I think they're just happy to have met you! Maybe the orgasms jogged something loose and my hormones went into overdrive. Why, don't you like 'em?"

"They're awesome!" I said, reaching up to cup one. Janet squealed in joy.

"I'm so glad I met you. You are, by far, the best boyfriend a girl could ask for," said Janet as she stroked my chest with her nipples.

As she rose, the sheet fell from her body to reveal it in the light. Was she that athletic before? I mean, she was always fit, but now she looked cut, like a fitness competitor or something. She must still be pumped from all the acrobatic sex they'd had the prior night.

"Why don't you go get that orgasm juice so we can have a little fun?"

I didn't need much more prompting that that. I went to the lab and grabbed another stoppered bottle of the drug and nearly sprinted back.

When I returned, the light was still on, but the place seemed empty. As I locked the door and stepped into the room though, the closet burst open and Janet tackled me to the bed.

"Welcome home, lover! Where's my treat?" She began to paw through my jacket pockets as I lay there, arms pinned to my sides by her legs. They felt like steel. I could barely move a finger.

"Janet, what are you doing?" I cried.

"Oh, honey, I can't wait. I need more of your magic juice. A small dose just won't do, I need another bottle - Ah! Here it is!" She pulled the stoppered bottle from my jacket.

"Don't do it, Janet, really! We don't know what the long-term effects of this stuff are!"

"It's not the long-term effects I'm interested in!" she said, laughing.

She gripped the stopper, ripped it off and downed the entire bottle.

Again, it was like a fire had been ignited on top of me, as the drug went to work on her libido. She ground her naked pussy into my crotch, arching her back and bucking as the first shot of joy bolted to her pleasure centers. Sitting up, she tore my jacket and shirt from my body, and when I say tore, I'm not speaking figuratively. I mean, she ripped the clothes from my body.

There was little I could do. It was like her body was made of coiled steel. I tried to throw her off, but her grip was impossible to break. Anyway, frustrated with my reticence, she fixed the problem soon enough by giving me a great big deep kiss, shoving her tongue into my mouth and into my throat.

I could feel the lingering traces of the drug on her tongue and I was immediately aroused. Once again, we spent the night fucking. My dick was unflagging as it pounded her now-cut body into untold orgasms, her body spasming in pleasure at the slightest touch. Eventually, I fell to the bed unconscious, her body still humping at mine.

The next morning I awoke to the alarm feeling bruised and rubbed raw, but nevertheless full of energy. The apartment was empty with no sign of Janet. Where could she have gone? I fixed myself a bowl of cereal and considered.

She hadn't been to her apartment for a day or so, so maybe she was there? Maybe she went out for bagels. Then it dawned on me; maybe she was addicted to the orgasm juice and had broken into the lab! I checked the pockets of my shredded jacket and found that my keys were gone, and I knew where she had gone.

I dressed and rushed over to the lab. It was Saturday, so the place was deserted. I found the door unlocked.

"Janet, are you in here?" I called out.

"We need to talk," she said. I turned to see her standing at my workbench clothed in only one of my lab coats.

Jesus, what a sight! Something with that drug was changing her, because there she stood, six-foot tall with big muscles straining at the sleeves of my jacket. The front barely contained her big round DD breasts, with only the bottom two buttons able to close. Her legs were like a bodybuilder's, pulling the lab coat apart at the bottom so that I could see her hairless pussy glistening in the early morning light. Her clit stood out of her pussy lips like the tip of her little finger.

"Holy shit, Janet! What happened to you?"

"Isn't it obvious? Your drug is even more effective than you expected! You designed this stuff to stimulate the nerves and muscle growth. Well, the nerves we know about, but the muscles! Look at them! These would put my sister's to shame!"

"Janet, we have to get you to a doctor! You could be giving yourself cancer or something."

"Oh, I doubt that. I've never felt better - except maybe last night. Which reminds me, will you make me more of the orgasm juice? I need another orgasm right now!"

"What? NO! There's no way I'm going to make more of that stuff for you!"

"That's what I thought you'd say."

Janet sprung on me faster than I could see. She was like a cat, standing at the bench one second and then leaping ten feet to the door in the next. She slammed the door shut and stabbed my arm with a syringe.

"Nighty night, sweet prince!" she said, as I lost consciousness.

It was dark out when I awoke again. I was sitting on the floor, naked, against the wall with a weight on my legs. Opening my eyes, I saw Janet, also naked, straddling my lap and grinning at me.

"Waky, waky sleepy head!" she said.

She had grown since that morning. I would guess that she was six-three now, and without the lab coat on she looked immense! Her breasts were huge, F cups at least as her nipples grazed my chest. Arms that wouldn't look out of place on a bodybuilder framed her breasts; biceps huge and bulging like footballs. In her hands she held two test tubes. One was obviously the orgasm juice. The other was green and bubbly.

"What are you doing Janet!" I cried.

"Well, when you wouldn't make me some more of the drug, I had to take matters into my own hands. I hacked into your computer and found the formula and whipped up a batch while you were asleep."

"W-what is that other stuff?" I said, nodding to the green tube.

"Ooo, that's something of my own concoction. Looking through your professor's research, I saw that the orgasm drug could be modified to affect tissues other than muscular or skeletal tissue. I changed a few of the ingredients and added a genetic tag that would affect only a single tissue on men."

"What?" I said stupidly.

"I made a drug to make your cock grow! Well, your cock and your balls. Don't want to have you running dry, do we?"

"H-how did you create such a thing? I mean, you're no scientist! You're a computer geek!"

"Oh, don't be so dismissive. I've always been smart - smartest in my class in high school! But you're right. I wouldn't have been able to do this before our adventures of the last couple nights. It seems your orgasm juice does more than just stimulate the nerves in the sexual centers of the brain, and give me these fabulous muscles; it also stimulates the growth of new nerve fibers. I would estimate that I'm ten-times more intelligent than I was two days ago! Isn't that neat?"

I gaped at her. This boggled the mind! That a person could grow from a petite, smart little fireplug into a genius amazon with our drug was impossible! How did we miss this in testing?

Janet took my open mouth as an invitation and quickly drank the orgasm drug, and then forced the green compound down my throat, sealing my mouth and nose so I would have no choice but to swallow.

Almost immediately, my dick began to swell. Oh fuck, how do I describe this? It was like a thousand angels giving me head at once! It was like a three-minute orgasm, but better! My dick sprung erect, slapping Janet's cobbled abs as it pulsed to life. Then, in fits and starts, it began to grow longer, first to thirteen inches, then fourteen then fifteen. Soon the head of my cock had pushed through Janet's titanic breasts, thick as a soda can!

Meanwhile, Janet had begun to moan and grind her naked dripping pussy on the base of my member. Between my legs, I could feel my balls grow larger and larger, pushing my thighs apart. I groaned for release.

When my cockhead had grown to her chin, Janet opened her mouth and tried to suck as much as possible in, while gripping her boobs and rubbing them up and down my shaft.

I exploded. If the growth of my dick was heaven, this was Valhalla. Where the growth was ecstatic and gentle, this was like the release of battle. A violent orgasm quickly built and I could feel a burning fire rise in my dick when, with a spasm that nearly threw Janet off me, I shot an enormous load of cum into her sucking throat.

Janet was able to swallow the first load, but then arched her back in her first orgasm of the evening, allowing spurt after spurt of my semen to shoot to the ceiling and rain back down upon us.

Once again, we fucked for hours. Her increase in size was apparently sufficient for her to take in my eighteen inches. I came more that night than I ever had before. By three in the morning, I had been fucked dry, and I collapsed unconscious on the hard lab floor.

Sunday morning, I awoke to laughter as I sat on one of the lab stools.

"Good morning, sunshine!" said Janet.

I opened my eyes to see a transformed Janet smiling from the lab bench. Naked and seven-feet tall, with giant basketball-sized breasts, she seemed completely at ease with her perfect ass perched on the bench, feet flat on the floor.

"My god, Janet, you have to stop!"

I started to walk over to her and felt a slap of flesh against my thigh. I looked down to see my flaccid ten-inch dick flop halfway down to my knee, while my softball-sized testicles protruded uncomfortably from my groin.

Janet giggled, "you're going to have to get some kind of special underwear for that!"

"Janet, please listen. You don't know what you're doing."

"Oh, I know what I'm doing. I'm becoming a goddess, don't you see? For years, whatever power rules this universe was punishing me by preventing my orgasms, but you fixed that! Now it's payback time!"

Ding! The centrifuge indicated that it had finished its cycle, and I looked to Janet.

"That's right, I'm making another batch!"

"No! You can't!" I said, and lunged for the centrifuge door.

It was futile. Janet grabbed my arms nearly before I started moving and walked back to the lab wall. Grasping the lab stool, she pinned me to the floor beneath her foot and calmly ripped the legs from the stool like they were twist-ties. Then she reached down and bound my arms and legs using the solid steel stool legs.

"There! We can't have you interfering with my ascension, can we?"

Janet went back to the bench and put the finishing touches on her new batch.

"Do you know what this is?" she said, turning to me. "This is a new batch of my own device. I modified the old formula, just a bit, and added some new DNA tags so that it's tailored to my genetic makeup. By my estimate, this stuff is ten to twenty times more effective than the original drug."

She walked with the test tube over to the other corner, where a sheet was covering a bulky object. She removed the sheet to reveal what I can only describe as a saddle, with an enormous twenty-four inch dildo where the pommel should be.

"I also built this while you were asleep. It's kind of like one of the sex toys I bought during my long dry spell, a Sybian, except this is solid steel and a little - um - bigger than my old toy," she said with a giggle.

"Janet, please reconsider. Just think of what you might be doing to yourself!"

"That's exactly what I'm thinking of, my boy!"

With that, she drank the concoction in the test tube and worked her way onto the dildo. With a moan she reached over to switch it on 'max'.

Oddly, for a drug that was supposed to be more powerful than the original, her orgasm started out slow this time. She deliberately pumped her pussy on the giant metal dong as the machine hummed and pulsed and vibrated. She let out a little 'yelp' each time she descended onto the giant dildo.

Soon though, I could see that the pleasure was mounting. Then, suddenly, Janet arched her back with a long moan and clenched every muscle in her body and screamed, "Yes! More, More!"

It was an unbelievable spectacle. From that point on it was pretty much a constant orgasm for Janet, her pussy pumping the steel dick as if it could give her the come she so deserved. Within minutes, my dick became erect in sympathetic arousal, pointing to the roof and wishing that it were the one that could be embedded in the perfect woman's sex. I came many times that morning, but was dry long before Janet had finished.

I could see Janet begin to grow as the orgasms continued! Her breasts grew first, with arousal I suppose, but then they seemed to inflate! Her hands clutched her growing tits, muscles flexing in her forearms, but barely able to put a dent in their perfection.

Her muscles followed, pulsing and growing, her biceps tensing, growing larger with each flex. Her abs became deeply cut with unstoppable muscle, contracting with each orgasm seemingly stronger than the last. Her legs thickened around the steel saddle.

Each time Janet would arch her back in bliss, her skeleton seemed to stretch. The effect was subtle, at first, but soon became obvious. In the first hour of orgasm, she must have grown to eight feet, then to nine in the next half hour. Soon, her head approached the ceiling as her knees grew closer and closer to the floor.

Her screams grew louder and louder as she gave herself over to the seemingly unlimited pleasure. Things were falling off the shelves from the vibration. After the first couple of pieces of shattered glassware, however, I noticed something odd. Glass was flying off the shelves, but not falling, just sort of whizzing around the room! Soon instruments of all kinds are orbiting Janet's orgasmic form.

After a another hour of this, I heard a bang from outside the room.

"Campus police! What's going on in there?!"

The door burst opened and the two cops rushed into the room with their guns drawn.

Janet opened her eyes. They had gone entirely white, no iris or pupil marred their pearly perfection. With a gesture the policemen flew to the other side of the lab and through the wall into the neighboring lab, where they lay unconscious.

Janet returned to her bliss for several minutes, now grown so large that nearly the entire machine was buried in her steaming snatch. The machine had become deformed by her clutching legs and growing muscles, and her legs now lay nearly parallel with the floor as Janet tried to keep full contact between herself and the machine. Finally, it gave up with a spark of shorting wires.

Janet opened her clear white eyes, and I could tell that she was seeing me with something other than light.

-- I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD DENY ME THIS! -

The words formed in my head without her moving her lips.

-- YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME! I HAD THE CHANCE TO BECOME MORE THAN HUMAN, SOMETHING UNSEEN ON THIS WOLD BEFORE, AND YOU TRIED TO PREVENT IT! I THINK YOUR PUNISHMENT WILL BE TO WITNESS THE BIRTH OF THE NEW GODDESS OF THIS EARTH! SEE WHAT YOU HAVE WROUGHT! --

Janet rose from her crouch without apparent effort and gestured toward the wreckage of my lab. Chemicals and compounds flew from the shelves and emptied themselves in mid air. I watched as globules merged and separated in mesmerizing patterns, more complicated than I could follow. Periodically, a beam of light or some other radiation would shoot from Janet's eyes to modify the solution in some arcane way. At last, there was only one orb of chemical left floating in the air.

-- DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS? THIS FORMULA IS NEARLY A THOUSAND TIMES MORE POWERFUL THAN THE ONE YOU STARTED ME ON, AND THIS VIAL HOLDS A THOUSAND EQUIVALENT DOSES. WHEN I DRINK THIS, I WILL BECOME A MILLION TIMES MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU SEE ME NOW. DOESN'T THAT EXCITE YOU? I KNOW I'M EXCITED! LET'S GO SOMEWHERE MORE PUBLIC! --

With that, I felt a force grab me as the outside wall of my little lab disintegrated into a million pieces. We both floated out into the sunlit quad, the ball of goddess serum following us. When we got to the middle of the field of grass, a modest gathering of perhaps fifty students surrounded us. Janet lowered me to the ground and held out her arms. The ball of goddess serum floated between her hands like the Earth in God's hands.

-- BEHOLD YOUR GODDESS! --

With that, Janet spread her arms wide, as the serum seemed to break into a mist and be absorbed by her perfect body. Immediately, her body went into convulsions as inconceivable pleasure coursed through her. Her spasming form grew taller, and taller, more muscular and unbelievably sexy. Her body began to glow to rival the sun.

Soon she was fifty feet tall and glowing with a pure golden light. The audience and I were driven mad with pleasure, as our connection with the goddess allowed a small fraction of her pleasure to flow to us. The entire world thrashed in orgasm that day. I'm sure you remember it. It will never be the same.

Annie's Ascension

Kaleb — Sun, 10 Jan 2010 21:57:41 +0000

Annie is treated for her delayed puberty with nanobots, and becomes a goddess.

Annie was eighteen and small. Not merely short, but underdeveloped, with a body of a ten year old. All the other girls in her class had matured with big breasts and womanly figures years earlier. Now they towered over her in class and she was constantly â€˜mistakenâ€™ for someoneâ€™s little sister in the hallways. At four feet and sixty pounds, she was the constant butt of othersâ€™ jokes.

Her only friend was another girl from her class, Tina. Tina was a complete contrast to Annie. They had known each other since kindergarten, but where Annieâ€™s development had been arrested at ten, Tina had blossomed, and then some. Tina was nearly six feet of athletic good looks, with a well-muscled body complemented by enormous DD breasts. It was Tinaâ€™s friendship that kept her from being a complete outcast, and Annie treasured it dearly.

â€œHey Squirt! What are you doing after school today? You want to come over to my place and help me figure out this math homework?â€ said Tina, who had a locker next to Annieâ€™s.

â€œCanâ€™t. Mom got me an appointment with a specialist who supposedly can fix my little problem,â€ said Annie.

Tina smirked at her little friend, â€œHeh, yeah. Your â€˜littleâ€™ problem is rightâ€.

â€œShut up, you ogre!â€

â€œIâ€™ll call you tonight then to see how your appointment went, OK?â€ said Tina.

â€œIâ€™ll tell you all about it. See ya later!â€ said Annie.

For the last five years, Annieâ€™s doctor had tried all the treatments he could think of, including all sorts of hormone therapies as well as way-out stuff like massage, acupuncture and even hypnosis. Nothing had worked. This time, he sent her to a researcher at the local university, who was working on a DNA therapy that used nanotechnology.

Annieâ€™s mom took her to the lab later that day, where they met Doctor Jenkins.

â€œCome in, come in,â€ he said, â€œwelcome to my lab-or-a-tory!â€ This was said in the cheesiest horror film accent and Annie immediately liked him. His lab was certainly something right out of a horror story, with walls of electronics and chemicals and high-voltage power cables all leading to a blue glass-walled chamber with probes sticking through.

â€œLet me tell you about the therapy before we get started,â€ he said. â€œFirst, we think that your body has a genetic inability to process the hormones that trigger puberty and develop an adult body. This treatment uses tiny robots of my creation called nanobots â€“ Iâ€™m sure youâ€™ve heard of them â€“ to change your DNA so that your body can respond to the hormones.â€

â€œWait, youâ€™re going to change her DNA? Isnâ€™t that dangerous doctor?â€ said Annieâ€™s mom.

â€œAnnie will be our first human patient, but weâ€™ve been very successful with our animal subjects. The technology will be targeted to affect only the parts of the DNA that are making Annie immune to the hormones, then theyâ€™ll become inactive and be expelled from her body with the injection of a signaling chemical next week. There are some risks, of course, but we have done extensive testing.â€

â€œMom, I want to try it. I donâ€™t want to be stuck as a little girl for the rest of my life,â€ said Annie.

After a few minutes of convincing, the doctor and Annie wore down her motherâ€™s concerns and she agreed to let Annie go through the treatment.

â€œFirst, we need to take a blood sample, then I need you to undress and weâ€™ll put you into the recording chamber over there,â€ he pointed to the blue glass box in the middle of the room. â€œThat will record your biological makeup and provide us with a detailed genetic profile of your body.â€

Dr. Jenkins took the blood sample, and Annie did as she was told and stepped naked into the chamber. â€œAre you ready Annie?â€ said the doctor. She nodded, and the doctor pressed a button. â€œThis will take a few minutes, so try to relax.â€

The blue chamber brightened, with light emanating from the probes. A loud buzzing began, and her body tingled as blue lines scanned her from top to bottom and side to side. Her initial nervousness passed as nothing more seemed to happen for a few minutes, and she began to daydream about the woman she would become. So short for so long, she wanted to be tall, really tall! Seven feet or more, with huge boobs to make the boys in her class forget all those other girls! She wanted to be big and strong, and show everyone in her school who was boss for once!

Just then, she felt a stab of pain in her head just behind her eyes, which quickly bloomed into a burning sensation in her whole head. She stood there paralyzed with pain for a second, then let out a strangled â€˜yelpâ€™, and fell unconscious to the floor.

When she woke, her mother and Dr. Jenkins were hovering over her as she lied on the floor wrapped in a blanket.

â€œIâ€™m so sorry Annie. I should have warned you about the brain scan. Our animals seem to have no problem with it, but with our bigger brains we humans can sometimes experience some discomfort.â€ He handed her a cup of water.

â€œEverything should be okay though. This was just a harmless scan to set up the nanobots. Are you feeling better?â€

Annie did feel better and was soon on her feet and dressed and eager to get the treatment.

After waiting with her mom for an hour or so in the corner of the lab, Dr. Jenkins completed the procedure and stood before Annie with a hypodermic needle.

â€œAnnie, Iâ€™m going to inject you with a combination of the nanobots and the hormones involved in development now. This should trigger your belated puberty. Next week, weâ€™ll see how youâ€™ve done when you return to the lab, by which time the nanobots should have completed their repairs to your DNA and become inert. Weâ€™ll inject you with the chemical that will expel them from your system at that time. Until then, expect to experience some flushing and maybe some flulike symptoms for the next few days, OK?â€

â€œIâ€™m ready doc,â€ said Annie.

The doctor injected her with the serum and sent her home.

By the time they arrived home it was only early evening, but Annie was feeling hot and tired, just as Dr. Jenkins had suggested, and went straight to her room with just a power bar for dinner.

Annie slept fitfully for a few hours, dreaming strange dreams of growing and changing, he breasts becoming big as houses, or herself towering over the city like a colossus. Fragments of these dreams drifted through her mind as, around midnight, she awoke hungry and thirsty.

Annie felt strange as she went downstairs to grab some food. Hot and sweaty, with an odd warmth in her pussy, she tingled with a feeling of anticipation. She spied half a leftover pizza in the fridge and grabbed it and a carton of orange juice and took it back to her room where she fell upon it with a ravenous hunger she had never experienced before. She made two more trips to the kitchen for provisions as she tried to sate her seemingly endless appetite.

Finally, after an hour, the hunger pangs subsided and she lay back on her bead surrounded by the wreckage of her feast, her mind idly meandering over fantasies of finally growing up; finally getting a boyfriend; finally getting him naked and stroking his penis and having him caress her naked body, cupping her full breasts and rubbing her sex; having him plunge his huge dick into her pussy. A wave of sexual need washed over her as Annie arched her back, rubbing her hands over her body, one hand shoving itself under her panties to roughly rub her sex.

This was the first time Annie had experienced anything like this, and it was wonderful! Little thrills of pleasure shot from her little pussy as she stroked it more and more rapidly. Her body burned for her touch, as her free hand rubbed and stroked and grabbed her little nipples. Annie delved back into her fantasies of growth, her breasts growing to basketball proportions, jiggling and quivering with pleasure. Huge breasts! Porn star breasts! Breasts to make the girls at school jealous! All this time, her fantasy boyfriend pounded his thick sausage into her burning cunt until the feelings built and built and finally exploded with waves and waves of overwhelming pleasure, his dick spurting cupfuls of semen into her sopping pussy.

Just at the height of her first ever orgasm, an odd buzzing rings through her head.

ENGAGED

Annie lay on her bed panting. The pleasure was overwhelming and all-consuming, taking control of her body and thrilling her like nothing she had ever experienced.

â€œWas that an orgasm?â€ she thought. â€œWhat about that weird buzzing? What about that word, â€˜Engagedâ€™. What the hell was that? â€œ she thought to herself. Whatever, the pleasure was unbelievable. If this is what puberty was all about, she wanted more!

After catching her breath, Annie got up to clean up the mess she had made of her room, picking up the remnants of her food and taking it to the garbage downstairs. When she got back, she held her breath as she turned to examine herself in her bedroom mirror.

Nothing. Nothing had changed. Same old Annie.

Just as she was thinking this, she felt a burning in her chest. Lifting her nightie, she saw her entire chest was flush. She brought her hands up to lightly rub her chest and felt a thrill of pleasure through her body.

â€œOoooh,â€ she said, â€œthis feels wonderful!â€ Annie rubbed the flushed area as little bursts of pleasure shot through her every time she touched her little nipples. Then she felt something she hadnâ€™t expected: breasts!

She opened her eyes to see her breasts, almost imperceptibly, begin to grow! The burning intensified as her nipples became erect and puffy, leading the growth of the tissue beneath. Her body became hotter as the flush grew red, sweat covering her head and chest as it tried to cool a metabolism put in overdrive.

After minutes of staring at her chest growing, slightly panting at the erotic sight, the flush dissipated and two tiny mounds stood proud on her chest, prominent nipples sticking out into the cool breeze coming from her window.

Breasts. She had breasts! Annie did a little dance around the room as she cupped her new assets. Tiny? Yes, but she had â€˜em! Real breasts! The treatment was working.

Annie lay down on her bed and played with her erect nipples as she tried to get back to sleep. Still, her mind drifted back to her imaginary boyfriend, coming up behind her in school and cupping her breasts from behind.

Her nipples became warm again beneath her touch as her fantasy setting changed to the gym. Her boyfriend was lifting weights shirtless, broad hairless chest working to lift a massive weight while lying on a bench press. Annie approached and and watched as he lifted the weights slowly above his chest. She reached down and caressed his chest as he strains with his burden. Her hand wandered down to his tight shorts, and fondled the penis outlined there. It grew larger and larger under her ministrations until the head emerged over the waistband with a little â€˜popâ€™.

Annie slowly pulled down his shorts to display the enormous dong in all itâ€™s glory, pointing up in the air over his abdomen; it must have been twelve inches! Annie licked her lips and straddled the boy and pointed his dick toward her pussy. She pushed down onto the giant shaft as pleasure thrilled through her body. Soon she was plunging his dick into her wet pussy while he pumped iron. She caressed her breasts and imagined them growing larger and larger, as large as basketballs. Soon her breasts were lying on top of the bar, weighing it down so her boyfriend could no longer lift his weights. Instead he pulled and sucked on her huge and erect nipples.

â€œOh god!â€ Annie moaned as finally the pleasure became too much and she came convulsing on her sheets once more.

ENGAGED

Once again the word rang through her mind as she drifted, exhausted, to sleep.

The next morning Annie awoke to a bright day feeling hungry, hot and exhausted. She arose to use the bathroom, but caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Holy shit! She turned sideways. Sure enough, her breasts had grown even further to a solid A-cup!

What the hell was happening? Dr. Jenkins said the nanobots would just change her DNA so it responded to the sex hormones. She should be going through normal puberty now. How did she grow breasts overnight?

Annie heard her mom coming up the stairs and decided right then to hide the effects from her. She might panic, after all, and take her back to Dr. Jenkins to stop the treatment, but Annie wanted more!

She jumped into bed and did her best to look sick.

Her mother came in to check on her, and they decided that, with her flu symptoms, she should stay home from school that day. It was a Friday, and her mom was going to have to go to a conference over the weekend and through mid-week the following week. Annie convinced her that there was no need to cancel, and that she would be fine.

Finally convinced, Annieâ€™s mom left a copious list of emergency contacts just in case something went wrong, said her goodbyes and left.

As soon as Annie heard her mom leave the driveway, she jumped out of bed and examined herself more closely. Not much had happened besides the breasts. She was the same height, and looked generally underdeveloped, it was just that now she had these little breasts on her. Well, it was a start!

Annie skipped downstairs and poured herself a bowl of cereal. After finishing the first bowl, she was still hungry, so took the whole box and a gallon of milk into the TV room with her. She spent the next hour flipping through the channels eating her way through the box of cereal.

Eventually, she found a sports channel showing an aerobics program. Two fit girls and a big man with bulging muscles jumped and flexed and generally looked awesome. As Annie watched, she felt a familiar tingling in her crotch and breasts as she became aroused at the sight of these beautiful people being so active. One of the girl athletes had big breasts, D-cups or larger, and wore a tight sports bra that exposed her well-muscled bare midriff. Her short shorts displayed perfect long legs, flexing with muscle.

Annieâ€™s hand dropped her spoon into the cereal bowl and began to wander down to her panties as she watched. Soon she was rubbing her little pussy with one hand and pinching her erect nipple with the other as she imagined herself growing to be like the beautiful blond on the screen in front of her. The thought of her body expanding and bursting free of her clothes as she writhed in orgasmic bliss was too much for her, as she exploded in her third orgasm ever.

ENGAGED

The word once again rang through her head. Annie recovered quickly and hurried herself cleaning up her breakfast mess, a little embarrassed at herself for humping to the image of a woman. Afterwards she went upstairs for a shower.

As the water cascaded down on her she again imagined what it would be like to be a stunning, athletic, horny woman. Again suddenly flushed, she reached down to her pussy and rubbed herself off to the thought of becoming sexy and strong. Her orgasm came quickly this time.

ENGAGED

She somehow felt less wiped out by this orgasm, though. Something was letting her continue, and she still felt incredibly horny with the thought of that woman. She let her hand continue rubbing as she came down from most recent orgasm. The next one was slower to build, but more all consuming than the last. The hand in her pussy clutched at her clit as she spasmed in pleasure, the hand at her breast pinching and twisting her nipple. The pleasure washed over her like a waterfall, as her legs collapsed beneath her and she lay panting in the tub.

ENGAGED

After a few minutes, Annie was able to pull herself from the tub and grab a towel. While she dried herself, she surveyed her body in the mirror. The first thing she noticed is that she could see her breasts! For years her chin had just cleared the bottom of the mirror, and she had had to stand on a stool to see more. Now she could see her nipples over the mirrorâ€™s bottom! She had grown!

Annie ran naked to her bedroom mirror for a closer look. Sure enough, she was taller, with longer legs and a more developed body. Her hips had widened slightly, and her entire body had a little more muscle tone; little girl muscles showing in her biceps, thighs and abdomen. Her boobs had grown too, now approaching a B-cup, and with the expansion of her back and chest, their increase in size was phenomenal! Just looking at it made her hot!

Again, Annie began to stroke her privates, with thoughts of growth running through her head. She imagined her imaginary boyfriend doing pull-ups as she climbed him like a tree and impaled herself on his ridged member. As he pulled, she rammed her crotch onto his prong, moaning with the pleasure. At some point, he stopped pulling, and it was her doing the pull-ups, supporting both their weight with her strong sinuous arms. Her burgeoning leg and ass muscles grew as her legs wrapped around his buttocks and pulled his body into her sex. She soon came again, just like before, falling back onto her bed.

ENGAGED

She couldnâ€™t stop. She was still horny and wanted more. Again and again she rammed her fingers into her sopping cunt and convulsed in orgasmic pleasure. It was like every time was better than the last, and every time made her hunger for more. She spent the next five hours lost in her fantasies of growth, coming over and over at the thought of becoming a woman. More than a woman, a goddess!

Every time, the word ENGAGED rang through her head.

At about three oâ€™clock that afternoon, her phone rang and roused her from a light sleep. It was Tina.

â€œAnnie, are you OK. The principal said you were out ill. How did the treatment go?â€

â€œIt went OK Tina. I was just a little under the weather this morning,â€ Annie sighed contentedly. As she spoke, she imagined Tina seeing her developments. What a surprise that would be, she thought to herself.

â€œHey, Tina, can you come over. I need to talk,â€ said Annie.

â€œUh, sure. Is everything OK?â€

â€œYeah, I just need to show you something.â€

As Annie hung up, she noticed that her phone felt weird in her hand. Smaller.

She sat up and looked at herself in the mirror.

â€œShit!â€ she said, and stood up.

Before her was a girl that was definitely still her, but way, way better! Her face was the same, but more mature, and her body had become the spitting image of that girl from TV. Big round pert D-cup breasts sat atop a well-muscled torso, a prominent six-pack running from the bottoms of her breasts to just below her waist. A little â€˜Vâ€™ of muscle framed her naked pussy. Her arms bulged with feminine muscle and her legs looked like she ran every day. She was cut!

She had also grown taller. A girl that was four feet yesterday had grown to a statuesque five-ten! She would be a force to be reckoned with at school next week, that was for sure!

As she examined her body, she began to get horny. Her little clit expanded slightly to poke out from between her pussy lips, as her nipples became once-again erect and dappled with sweat.

Annie almost unconsciously began to caress her boobs and nipples as she reveled in the thought of becoming bigger and more beautiful. Soon she was once again furiously rubbing her pussy and clutching at her full breasts, imagining still more growth, imagining her breasts growing to volleyball size as her expanding body grew past six feet!

Within minutes, she again orgasmed.

ENGAGED

â€œGod, that was awesome!â€ she said. Then she realized that Tina would be coming over any time. â€œShit! Gotta get dressed.â€

Annie quickly washed and soon realized that none of her old clothes could possibly fit her now. She ran to her motherâ€™s room and found a t-shirt and shorts that barely contained her huge chest and muscled legs just as the door rang.

â€œCome on in! Iâ€™m upstairs,â€ she shouted.

Tina opened the door and took the stairs two at a time. On trying to open the door, however, she found it unmovable.

â€œHey, let me in!â€ said Tina.

â€œAll right, just get ready. Iâ€™ve gone through some changes!â€ With that, Annie opened the door wide.

Tina stood there with her mouth open staring at the girl who used to be her friend Annie. A five-ten athletic bombshell in a skin-tight t-shirt and painted-on shorts stood framed in the doorway of the girl that, only a day before, couldnâ€™t have ridden the roller coasters at the local amusement park.

â€œWhat the fuck happened to you!â€ she shouted.

Annie giggled and did a little skip back into the room, twirling like a ballerina to let her friend see it all.

â€œThe treatment worked! Dr. Jenkins is a genius! Iâ€™m telling you Tina, Iâ€™m getting better all the time!â€

â€œWhat? Thereâ€™s no way they could have done this! I mean, if they could do this, wouldnâ€™t they have done it to themselves first?â€

â€œNo, see, Iâ€™m the first one. Iâ€™m the test subject. Sure, they may not have meant to do this but â€¦ well, look at me! This is the best thing that ever happened to â€“ Oh!â€

Annie felt the familiar warmth spread through her body as she stood before her friend. She had to fight to keep her hands from caressing her new abs or reaching under her shirt to tweak her nipple as she felt her body tingle in pleasure.

â€œWatch this, Tina!â€

Tina watched, enraptured, as her friendâ€™s nipples become incredibly erect under her t-shirt. Soon they sort of expanded outward, like balloons inflating, but pert and without a bit of sag. Then Annieâ€™s torso and legs seemed to push out from her body, like that stop-motion movie of plant growth they saw in class. Annieâ€™s eyes were closed as she let out a groan. She tensed her muscles as they bunched and grew. Soon, the sleeves of her motherâ€™s shirt were filled with her muscled arms, as the growth slowed and finally stopped.

As Annie opened her eyes with a sigh, Tina could see that she had grown at least an inch. The bottoms of Annieâ€™s boobs now showed beneath the bottom of her motherâ€™s t-shirt, and her shorts were filled with muscular legs, almost to the ripping point. Only a small strip of fabric held on for dear life between her thighs, rammed between her pussy lips like the mother of all camel toes.

â€œMy god!â€ Tina yelped. â€œH-howâ€¦whatâ€¦what the hellâ€™s going on here?â€

Annie jumped on to her bed with a little smile, and patted the mattress beside her.

â€œI donâ€™t know exactly, but I have a theory. You see, when I got home last night I was, um, horny. You know, for the first time ever.â€ Annie looked up shyly as Tina giggled a little.

â€œSo, did you tickle the kitty?â€ Tina said. Annie looked confused. â€œDid you masturbate?â€ Tina clarified.

â€œUm, yeahâ€¦kinda. Yes. Anyway, while I was doing it, I was imagining growing huge breasts, you know, from the treatment. Anyway, when I orgasmed, I heard or thought this weird voice say â€˜Engagedâ€™. Not heard, exactly, but the word sort of appeared in my head. Anyway, a few minutes later, my breasts started growing.â€

â€œNo way!â€

â€œYes, and this is the thing: Dr. Jenkins â€“ thatâ€™s the specialist I saw yesterday â€“ he said he was injecting nanobots into me to fix my DNA so I would react to developmental hormones properly. During the procedure, something went wrong when they were scanning my brain. I think some kind of connection was made between the nanobots and me. Instead of just changing my DNA, they are trying to change me to be what I imagine!â€

â€œThatâ€™s nuts! Holy crap!â€ Tina sat there looking stunned, but she couldnâ€™t dismiss the evidence sitting before her. Her friend had turned from a little girl into a huge, muscled, sex-pot of a woman. She stared at her friend in wonder.

â€œItâ€™s just amazing. They look so real.â€ Tina nodded to Annieâ€™s breasts.

â€œWell, they are real. 100% grade-A American boobs!â€

â€œCan I â€¦ touch them?â€ said Tina, shyly.

â€œUh, yeah. I guess so,â€ said Annie.

Tina reached up and lightly touched Annieâ€™s breast though the skin-tight t-shirt.

â€œCome on! You arenâ€™t going to convince yourself like that! Give them a real feel!â€

Tina pushed a little harder, running her fingers over Annieâ€™s nipples.

â€œHere! Try some direct contact!â€ said Annie, as she pulled the t-shirt over her head.

Tina grabbed both boobs with her hands, lightly running them along the bottom and then giving each a little squeeze. â€œThey ARE real,â€ she said as she continue to fondle the huge tits.

Annie began to breath a little harder. She felt herself becoming turned on as her friend massaged her breasts. Annie reached over and pulled Tina closer.

â€œReally get in there,â€ she panted, as she pulled her friendâ€™s face into her cleavage.
Tina smelled wonderful, Annie thought, cradling her friendâ€™s head. Her nipples became rock hard as Tina tweaked them.

â€œSuck on them. Iâ€™m so horny,â€ said Annie.

Tina, as if hypnotized by her friendâ€™s breasts, started sucking on Annieâ€™s nipples. Each expanded into her mouth as she flicked her tongue over it. Annie began to caress Tinaâ€™s breasts through her t-shirt and bra, and she soon reached behind her friend to release them from their confinement.

The friends lay there awhile, caressing and sucking each otherâ€™s breasts, when Annie reached down between her friendâ€™s legs and started rubbing Tinaâ€™s pussy through her jeans. Tina groaned a little. Soon the girls were naked and in a sixty-nine, each lapping at the otherâ€™s sopping cunt. Annie imagined how they looked: two amazons, fit and stacked, sucking and licking each otherâ€™s perfect body.

Annie was hot now, sweating with the intensity of their lovemaking. She imagined herself sitting on the couch downstairs, Tina kneeled between her legs lapping away at Annieâ€™s huge erect clit. Annie imagined herself slowly growing and growing, arms bunching with muscle as she pulled her friendâ€™s face into her pussy. As her pleasure mounted she grew to fill the room, using her friend as a dildo, ramming her entire body into her pussy as the pleasure mounted, greater and greater until she screamed in pleasure over and over again.

ENGAGED

Annie and Tina lay panting on her bed, both coming down from their orgasm.

â€œThat. Was. Awesome!â€ said Tina. â€œIâ€™ve fucked a couple of football players, and one of the cheerleaders, but that was unbelievable!â€

â€œAre â€¦ are we gay?â€ said Annie with a worried expression.

â€œNah, bi. Itâ€™s way better. We can fuck anybody!â€

Soon, Annie feels the familiar warmth. â€œOoo! Tina, itâ€™s happening again!â€ Immediately, her body tenses under Tinaâ€™s, and Tina can feel her friend expand beneath her, her muscles becoming firmer, her breasts ballooning out even further.

When itâ€™s done, Annie and Tina stand beside each other to compare. Tina is still six-feet tall, with DD size boobs, but Annie is now nearly an inch taller, with breasts the size of volley balls. Annie gives a little squeal of joy as she and Tina do a little dance around the room. Just then, her stomach gives out a very loud growl, and they decide to get some lunch.

An hour later, they were sitting in the living room, Tina dressed once again and Annie barely contained in her motherâ€™s bathrobe, surrounded by pizza boxes. Annie had already eaten three extra-large pizzas and was starting her fourth.

â€œI guess all that growing uses up a lot of energy, huh,â€ said Tina.

â€œYarp,â€ replied Annie, mouth full of pizza.

â€œSo â€¦ can you change anything about yourself?â€

â€œWhat do you mean,â€ said Annie, swallowing her mouthful.

â€œI mean, you can obviously make yourself taller and stronger, with bigger, you know, boobs, but can you change your hair color? Can you change your skin color? What else?â€

â€œI donâ€™t know. I mean, I know the nanobots are designed to modify my DNA, but these changes are too quick to have happened by purely biological means. They must be making the changes directly. We should do an experiment!â€

â€œSo, what do you want to try,â€ said Tina.

â€œLetâ€™s try something safe, like hair color. I want to be a redhead!â€

â€œOooâ€¦red hair makes me horny!â€ said Tina.

With that, the girls start their kissing and fondling once again. Annie takes off her bathrobe, and just as in her previous fantasy, Tina kneels between her knees. This time as she climaxes, Annie imagines her hair turning a bright fiery red.

ENGAGED

Panting on the couch, Annie feels her entire scalp get hot and tingly. Suddenly, all her hair falls out.

â€œAck! My hair!â€ She yelps, sitting up startled.

â€œNo, wait, somethingâ€™s happening,â€ said Tina.

Annie rushed upstairs to her room to watch in the mirror, and Tina followed. When she got there, nearly a centimeter of new bright red hair had grown, just like in her imagination! Inch by inch, the red hair grew, until soon she had shoulder-length red lightly-curly hair and the tingling abated.

â€œThis is awesome,â€ she squealed.

Tina looked at the time: five oâ€™clock.

â€œOh, Iâ€™m going to have to go home soon.â€

â€œCanâ€™t you stay over?â€ said Annie.

â€œSorry. Mom and Dad are taking me out for dinner for my birthday, and I canâ€™t just say â€˜Mom, can I stay over at Annieâ€™s eating her out all night?â€™ can I?â€

Annie said goodbye as her friend ran home, and went back to her room.

â€œThis is awesome,â€ she said to herself, â€œI can change anything! What should I do next?â€ She thought about her old comic books, still in her closet. When she was thirteen, she had been obsessed with the old comic books left behind by her older brother. She was thrilled by the hunky men and stacked women, none of them smaller than a double D it seemed, and wished she could be as beautiful and powerful as them.

She went into her closet and pulled out a couple. There was Power Girl, and She-Hulk, and even Supergirl. Now there was some power! Super powers, thatâ€™s what she should do! Letâ€™s start with something easy: super strength!

She lay back in her bed with a comic before her, reading of Supergirlâ€™s adventures. Beautiful, blonde and a fucking powerhouse, she could rip a locomotive in two with her strength. She imagined herself in Supergirlâ€™s uniform, her new red hair blowing in the breeze as her hand slid down to her already-sopping pussy. She imagined herself in front of a locomotive, reaching beneath it and straining with all her muscle to lift it. At first, all her strength could not budge the engine, but then, inch-by-inch, the hunk of steel lifted from the track. Soon, she was under the train, engine perched on her shoulders, slowly extending from her squat and pressing the mass above her head. As she did so, the feeling of power overwhelmed her and pleasure began to course through her body. Waves of pleasure washed over her as she imagined herself fully extending her arms and legs. As she did so, her muscles expanded dramatically, ripping Supergirlâ€™s skimpy outfit as her breasts and arms and legs tore the blue and red fabric to shreds. Soon she held the engine in a single hand, pleasure mounting greater and greater, until just before her orgasm, she crouched and then thrust upward, throwing the train into the sky!

The orgasm hit her just then, sending her body into orgasmic spasms so strong her bed creaked and finally gave way. Annie and her mattress fell spent to the floor.

ENGAGED

After a few minutes, Annie awakened to a feeling of blissful warmth flowing over her. Once again, she felt her muscles tensing, building with immense power! She stood to examine herself in the mirror. Sheâ€™s grown about an inch or two, to six two. Her muscles have grown in proportion, and she looked much as she had imagined in her dream!

â€œLetâ€™s test these puppyâ€™s out,â€ she said as she gave her pulsing biceps a little flex.

She ran downstairs, basically jumping from the top step to the bottom, and looked for something to test her strength against. She soon spied the fireplace irons, and grabbed the poker.

A half-inch thick of solid steel, the rod would provide a good test of her strength. Annie tried to bend the rod, straining against the metal, which gave of a groan of stress. Suddenly, with a little â€˜popâ€™ the bar gave up and began to bend a little easier. Soon, Annie was panting and holding a steel bar bent completely into a â€˜Uâ€™ shape.

Annie grinned to herself.

â€œItâ€™s working!â€ she thought.
â€œIf it they can make me super-strong, I wonder if they could make it so I can fly like Supergirl?â€

Annie ran back to her room and stood before her mirror. Running her hands across her body, she imagined herself lifting from the floor, hovering above the ground, toes pointed like a ballerina. In her imagination, she floats above the floor, and out the window, flying above her town in the nighttime, naked and perfect. She imagined herself flying to the city hall tower where a large ornate lightning rod stuck out from the roof. Grabbing the rod in both hands, she squeezed it until the metal flowed into a smooth cylinder. She quickly refined the shape into that of a huge penis, a good 16 inches long and as thick as a soda can.

Annie imagined herself flying up, and over the metal prong, doing a little summersault and coming back down hard, ramming the still-warm metal into her hot and dripping pussy. Using her power of flight she rose and fell over and over, bringing herself to a screaming orgasm, just as a bolt of lightning shot down from the sky and rimmed her writhing, orgasmic form in a nimbus of power.

ERROR ERROR ERROR

Annie lay on her floor panting, aftershocks shivering down her spine.

What had happened? What was different? Why couldnâ€™t the nanobots do their damn job? Annie lay there sobbing and exhausted, trying to figure it out.

After she had calmed down a little, Annie had to admit to herself that flying was something that the human body wasnâ€™t capable of doing. Still, maybe it wasnâ€™t that it wasnâ€™t possible, it was just that the nanobots, in their limited capacity, couldnâ€™t figure out how to do it. Well, if they couldnâ€™t figure it out, how could she?

Her eyes drifted again to her pile of comic books. There she saw an old X-Men comic, with a picture of doctor Xavier on it. â€œBet he could figure it out,â€ she said, bitterly.

Then a light went off in her head! Sure, she couldnâ€™t figure it out now, but if the nanobots could make her stronger surely they could make her smarter!

Energized, Annie stood back up and decided that she should be methodical about it. She went to her backpack and got out a notebook. She chuckled as she tried to write clearly with a pencil now tiny in her hand. She tried to think of how she could communicate her desires.

She went online and read up on some of the most difficult mathematical problems and unproven theorems. She could just barely grasp a couple of them, Fermatâ€™s last theorem was easy enough to understand, and kind of understood Goldbachâ€™s conjecture. She thought that she could hold on to these two in her mind as she masturbated. Maybe.

She wrote out the two problems on a piece of paper, and tried to think of some kind of sexy math scenario. â€œGood luck!â€ she said to herself.

She imagined herself in a classroom with a hunky man in glasses and an old-fashioned mortarboard at a chalkboard with Fermatâ€™s last theorem written on it. While he lectured and studied the board, Annie and the other students sat in rapt attention. As the man turned to lecture the class once again, she opened her legs wide, and exposed her bare pussy to him from under her skirt.

The professor coughed a little and turned back to the board, his face turning red, but Annie could see his dick rise a little from beneath his robes. Annie reached down to her bare pussy and began to stroke it as the lecture continued.

Soon Annie let out a little moan, which caused the professor to turn in her direction. There, he saw Annie stroking her bare pussy and reaching under her shirt to massage her mammoth mammaries. She licked her lips.

The professor stood and stared, his hard-on getting harder. As his dick hardened, Annie realized that he looked just like Dr. Jenkins, except bigger and stronger. Soon, his immense dick rose to the point where it pierced his scholarly robes and pointed a good ten inches toward where Annie sat.

Annie pulled her hand from her pussy, brought it to her lips to lick off the juices, and then raised it into the air.

â€œProfessor Jenkins, can I help you?â€

â€œYes, Annie, please come down give me a hand, would you?â€

Annie slid from her seat and walked seductively to the head of the class, as Professor Jenkins stepped out in front of his desk to meet her. He was a good three inches shorter than Annie after all her growth, and she stepped up close and straddled his straining member, rubbing her moist pussy along his shaft.

Annie reached down to his hand and took the chalk from his grasp and pushed him back on the desk with the other. She straddled the professorâ€™s dick and considered the problem on the board, as she slowly pressed his raging member into her hot snatch. Annie groaned with the pleasure.

For minutes that seemed to stretch on to hours, she filled the chalkboard with her thoughts as the pleasure in her groin began to mount. The class, encouraged by the erotic scene before them, began to cheer Annie on, and when she looked back, she was pleased to see them all fucking and sucking their neighbors, moaning with pleasure.

Far from distracting her, this seemed to encourage her efforts, and things seemed to get easier. She wasnâ€™t sure exactly how she was doing it, nor could she truly understand what she was writing, but she was struck by the feeling that what she was doing was getting easier. The pleasure built and built, as the professor groaned below her. Suddenly with a burst of orgasmic release, she felt the professor gush forth with all his knowledge, his intelligence ,pumping into her through his straining penis, and everything on the board made sense! Perfect sense! With a last climax of pleasure, she screamed, as she finished the â€˜Dâ€™ in â€˜QEDâ€™ on the chalkboard.

ENGAGED

Annie lay panting on her bed, coming down from her last explosive orgasm. She smiled to herself. Engaged! It was going to work!

Just then, her head exploded in pain, just behind her eyes. Like the time in the blue chamber, but ten times worse. Annie gave out a strangled scream as the pressure built in her head, stronger and stronger, until she passed out.

A couple hours later, around midnight, she awoke to a light breeze coming through her window. She felt no lingering effects from the pain she experienced earlier. Annie slowly sat up, and looked at herself in the mirror. â€œNo real changes to my outside,â€ she thought, â€œletâ€™s check the inside.â€

She turned again to the paper where she had written her problems, and immediately saw some avenues of approach to proving or disproving them. Encouraged, she started in on Fermat. After an hour or so of slight progress, she decided to look up Wilesâ€™ proof. Surprisingly, she could follow it! She had to look up some of the terms and offshoots that comprised it, but she could do it! It worked!

She sat on the bed, stunned. â€œWhat can I become?â€ she said. â€œWhat are my limits?â€

She decided right there that she would see how far she could take this power she had been given before her mom came home next week. Mom would certainly make her go back to Dr. Jennings and expel the nanobots. If she was going to test her limits, it had to be this weekend.

Annie lay back, and thought again of fucking a brainy professor. That night she brought herself to orgasm eight times, sometimes fucking Dr. Jennings, other times she imagined sucking the intelligence out of an entire classroom of students as she went from one to the other sucking their smarts our of their dicks or cunts like a milkshake from a straw (or milk from a bowl). She even imagined herself fucking Einstein, albeit Einstein with a horseâ€™s cock, as they reconciled general relativity and quantum mechanics together.

She woke from her tangled sopping sheets at ten the next morning, eager to try out her new abilities. Rising from bed, she examined herself in the mirror. Still the redheaded beauty from the prior night, she had to duck to see her face! She must be nearly seven-feet tall by now! Well, it made sense, really. To hold all those smarts, her brain needed to be expanded, and the only way to do that without messing up her proportions too much is to expand the whole body!

As for her brains. Wow! She felt as if she could solve any problem. When she thought about the things that gave her difficulty in school just a week earlier, she had to laugh! Imagine, getting confused by simple calculus! No, her brain worked far better than it ever had, in fact, her brain now operated at least ten times better than any human brain ever!

Out of curiosity, she took a couple of online intelligence tests, and basically scored off the charts, with 100% of the questions answered correctly, and answered as fast as she could read them, which was pretty fast in her current state.

Looking back on Fermatâ€™s last theorem, she was delighted to see that she was able to formulate a new proof that used only basic math and geometry and only seventeen simple steps, with no need to resort to the esoterica of Wilesâ€™ proof.

Now, to the problem at hand. She sat naked and cross legged on her bed and stared at the comic before her. How to fly? Well, she wondered, how would it be done? She considered the possibilities: jets were too messy and telekinesis was impossible, right? Wasnâ€™t it? Well, was it? She considered.

Annie spent the next hour researching brain structure, gravity waves, neurons and the power necessary to accomplish the kind of flight she was interested in, and saw a way, a way that just might work. It would require significant and detailed modification of her brain, though, and for that she would need a way to transmit more detailed information to her nanobots.

The next hour was spent hacking her way into Dr. Jenkinsâ€™ computer. It was pretty easy, really. He was running Vista, and it was so full of security holes that she was into his machine within minutes. Here, he kept the full specifications on the nanobots, how they were programmed, the language they used, and the protocols necessary to reprogram them.

Around one, she took a brake and ordered five more extra-large pizzas. Within a half hour the pizzas were delivered (just as advertized!), just as she was putting the finishing touches on the program she would transmit to the nanobots. When the doorbell rang, she was so preoccupied with her studies that she answered the door completely naked. The driver just stood there, mouth open, staring at the seven-foot naked amazon before him. Before he could say a word, Annie had dragged him in and ripped his clothes off. She hadnâ€™t gotten off in nearly six hours and she was horny as hell.

Fifteen minutes later, a bruised and battered delivery boy stumbled back to his car with a story no one would believe and a stupid grin plastered on his face.

Annie sat in the kitchen, munching on pizza and reassembling the microwave into a little hat, with probes from the magnetron pointed inward, and sensors meant to adhere to her scalp. Her thinking was that she could read and retransmit her thoughts to the nanobots via the microwaves from the oven. Simplicity really.

As she polished off the last slice, Annie took the contraption to her room and applied the sensors. She sat down cross-legged on her bed facing her mirror, and reached down to plug in her new device.

â€œHere goes nothing!â€ she said, and plugged the device into the wall. She felt a tingle in her scalp. She thought the call signal over and over, waiting for the response. Nothing.

â€œWell, I guess weâ€™ll just have to use a little manual stimulation then,â€ she thought, and reached down to her crotch to caress her bare pussy.

She closed her eyes and imagined herself floating on a sea at night, lying back and staring at the stars. The waves lapped and caressed her body as she fondled herself. As she lay there, she saw the stars start to move. Slowly, at first, and then more quickly, the stars seemed to swarm across the sky, and then coalesce into the figure of a man. Then, suddenly, the man of stars wasnâ€™t in the sky; he was floating above her, within arms length.

She reached out, and the star man reached back, he felt cool, but not cold, even while he burned with the white fire of a million suns. She reached up to enclose him in her arms, and felt his member rise between her legs. Pausing, she guided the star manâ€™s flaming prick into her waiting vagina. It burned with pleasure as it pushed in. Soon, she was humping the man with abandon, faster and faster, her pleasure building as the star-man wavered, unable to maintain his human form under the strain, going into and out of focus.

As Annieâ€™s pleasure mounted, she said, â€œListen, this is what you must do,â€ and recited the code she had developed earlier, her voice rising and falling with each thrust. Her words came faster and faster as the star man opened his mouth in a soundless groan. Finally, as she approached the end, the pleasure mounted to a climax and she screamed out the last syllables. Just then, the star man arched back and pushed with one last thrust with all his might, shooting his component stars through his virtual dick and into Annieâ€™s body. Annie felt the searing heat of his cum as it coursed through her veins, working their way once again to her brain.

ENGAGED

When the entire body of the star man had spurted into her waiting snatch, Annie opened her eyes with anticipation. She had become accustomed to the pain from the increasing her intelligence the prior night, but this was nothing like that. The world seemed to get fuzzy, as a warmth enveloped her head, like she was veiled in many layers of gauze. Within the haze, the objects in the room began to separate into wispy filaments, each attached to the other in a network of connections. This continued for a few minutes, when her vision once again snapped into focus. She could still sense the underlying underpinnings of the matter that surrounded her, though. She could still see the filaments that made it up.

Smiling with anticipation, Annie looked at the pencil by her notebook.

â€œI probably should start small here,â€ she said.

She stared at the pencil and reached out with her mind. She could see filaments extend from somewhere behind her eyes and reach out to the filaments that made up the pencil. Carefully, she tugged at the pencil, and it shifted slightly on the notepad.

Encouraged, Annie tried to lift the pencil, and found it quite difficult. It was like balancing one ball on top of another, and these balls seemed to be made of lead. The pencil was heavy! Nevertheless, it floated â€“ first one end and then the other â€“ above the tablet. She was able to keep it there for a few seconds before she lost her balance and it fell back.

Annie lay back in bed, tired after her exertions. It had worked! Her theory worked! Now, she just needed to increase the power available to her. Moving pencils wasnâ€™t flying, but it was a small step in the right direction!

Again hungry, Annie raided her kitchen, scouring the fridge and pantry for anything that could fuel her ravenous body.

â€œThis is crazy,â€ she thought. â€œWhat kind of supergirl will I be if I have to stop for a snack every few minutes? I need some kind of reliable power source beyond mere food.â€

After lunch, Annie began to study anew. Power systems; what could power her flight? How could she create a power system within her body that could both create that kind of energy and keep her from having to consume tons of food?

Searching the Internet, it hit her: cold fusion! Sure Fleischmann and Pons were deluded, but they were also on to something. She could now see how she could create a new organ that consisted of millions of cold fusion fuel cells, producing megawatts of power at her beck and call!

Once again, she devised the appropriate instructions and plugged her helmet into the wall. Once again, she reached to her pussy to engage contact with the nanobots.

This time, her dream involved a desert where a giant of sand rose from the barren dunes, lying on his back. She crawled up the mammoth creature and discovered itâ€™s enormous erect prong standing ten feet long above his abdomen. She crawled up on to the giant prick and stroked the underside with her entire body, her basketball-sized breasts spreading to either side. The dick pulsed with pleasure, each of her strokes seemed to make it harder and smoother.

Soon, she felt herself grow along the dick, and when she was half the size of the sandman, she shifted her weight so that the enormous dickhead was just at the entrance to her pussy. She pushed down, spreading her legs as wide as she could to take in the impossible girth. The dick burned with fire within her as she began to pump herself on it.

As with the her pervious dream, at the height of her passion the connection with the nanobots was made and she transmitted her new instructions to her minions. At her climax, the sandmanâ€™s entire body flowed into her, forcing her breasts to grow to contain it all! It was an amazing feeling, like a stream of fire flowing through her cunt and filling her breasts to larger and larger proportions! The orbs expanded and expanded, until she had two beanbag-sized tits before her. This didnâ€™t matter, though, because with their expansion, she was able to grasp the filaments of matter with her mind and she rose from the ground, legs crossed beneath her new orbs, and floated over the trackless desert.

ENGAGED

Annie opened her eyes to a burning in her chest. She quickly sat up and looked in the mirror as her volleyball-sized boobs became flush, and then started to grow! Like two nights ago, first her nipples became puffy, then shot out an inch, ridged as steel bars. Then, her breasts started to inflate like balloons, each growing smoothly and evenly as Annie became more and more turned on by the sight.

Annie reached down to her pussy as she watched her orbs pass the size of basketballs and show no sign of stopping. It was the most erotic sight, and pleasure sizzled up her spine as she rapidly worked her pussy with one hand and caressed her expanding breasts with the other.

Once again, she entered her dream world, and imagined her breasts and body expanding and expanding until she rivaled the Earth. Each breast produced petawatts of power as enormous bolts of lightning arced between them. The bolts of lightning intensified as she approached her climax, and began to form a huge ball of fire between them. She reached out with her mind and pulled that firey orb toward her sex, pushing it into her where she could reabsorb its power. As it entered her, she came thrashing on her bed, waves and waves of pleasure washing over her as she had the most incredible orgasm ever experienced by a human.

Annie slept for six hours, during which she dreamed of flying naked over the city, watching the humans below live their daily lives. Sometimes they pointed up at the stunning goddess, mouth agape. Man and woman alike reached for their sex and imagined what it would be like to be with such a woman. She reveled in their worship.

Around midnight that night, Annie awoke from the best sleep she could remember. She felt completely relaxed and rejuvenated, and amazingly comfortable, except for a distracting scraping at her nipples. She opened her eyes and saw blue paint of the room in the upper half of her vision and a giant expanse of tan flesh in the lower half. She let loose with a little yelp when she realized she was floating above her bed, with two three-foot diameter breasts extending before her, five-inch nipples gently scraping the ceiling.

â€œOh my god!â€ she yelled, and quickly looked to the mirror. She had grown again, besides the breasts. She was now at least nine-feet tall, with bulging muscles in proportion to her previous form. Her breasts dominated her body, full and round and almost filling the room. She could sense the power they were putting out for her to keep her off the floor, but she could also tell that she had barely used the beginnings of the power available to her.

â€œThis is so awesome!â€

She â€˜stoodâ€™ up, her toes still above the floor by an inch. She had to bend over to keep her head from hitting the ceiling.

â€œWow! Wait â€˜till Tina gets a load of me now!â€

Annie was overcome with the urge to fly above the city, as in her dream, but the window and door were both too small to let her leave. Closing her eyes, she reached out with her mind and pushed against the outside wall, which immediately burst into thousands of wood shards with a â€˜bangâ€™. Eyes snapping open, Annie looked at the rough hole she had punched through the wall with her mind.

â€œHoly shit! Iâ€™m going to have to learn to control that a little better!â€

Annie flew out of her new access and into the night sky, the late summer air warm against her skin. Just like her dream, she flew over the city, soaring above like a bird.

At the edge of town, there was a makeout point on a cliff overlooking the city. Couples still went there to get a little privacy with their boyfriend or girlfriend, and Annie had often wondered what it would be like to go there, so she flew over.

There were three cars there when she arrived, the couples within in various stages of undress or coitus. Annie hovered, staring at the couples through their windshields, watching their sex-starved gropings while touching herself gently, tweaking her nipples and running her hand down her moist cleft. Eventually, one of the girls looked out of the car and screamed, which startled Annie enough that she shot up from the cliff with all her might.

A little supersonic â€˜bangâ€™ rang out. Annie felt her hair ripped from her scalp, and a searing pain surround her head as she flew through the air. The pain was so intense, that she almost immediately lost her concentration and began to plummet to the ground.

â€œFuck! Oh shit! What happened?â€ she thought to herself through her pain, barely able to hold a coherent thought as the ground rapidly approached. With the last vestiges of her consciousness, she reached out with her mind and pushed against the ground, cushioning her fall so that she hit the ground with a â€˜thumpâ€™ instead of a â€˜splatâ€™.

As she lie there trying to understand what happened, her enormous brain realized that, while she had made herself super strong and super smart, and even given herself telekinesis, she had forgotten to make herself invulnerable to harm.

Annie recovered enough to fly back to her home, haltingly and with many stops to recover from the searing pain and, despite her fatigue, resolved to fix the problem that night. She would make herself invulnerable somehow, and while she was at it she would make it easier to contact the nanobots. She would need more intelligence, that was for sure, and most of all she needed to heal these burns RIGHT NOW!

Tina awoke the following Sunday morning well rested and satisfied. She had spent the previous day at the beach with her parents and had gone out with a football player that night to Makeout Point where she had fucked him dry. It was odd that that girl in the car next door had screamed and babbled about a â€˜flying girl,â€™ but sex affects everyone differently, she guessed.

Shortly, her phone rang.

â€œHello?â€

â€œTina? This is Annie. You have to come over and see what Iâ€™ve done!â€

â€œHave you been making more changes?â€ Tina said with a worried tone.

â€œFuck yeah, Iâ€™ve been making changes! Just come over!â€

Tina got dressed and walked the three blocks to her friendâ€™s house, tucked in the back of a little cul-de-sac in their middle-class housing development. As she approached, she couldnâ€™t help but think that the house looked a little different: sort of shimmery, with an odd sheen.

Tina rang the bell.

â€œCome in!â€ called Annieâ€™s voice, but deeper and more resonant. â€œCome in Tina!â€

Tina opened the door to a room roughly the size of the house itself. It was as if the entire house had been gutted down to the basement floor, and the inside walls smoothed to a white pearly glaze all along the interior. In the middle of the room was, she guessed, Annie.

â€œWhat the fuck have you done!â€ Tina shouted.

Annie hovered in the middle of the room, fifteen feet tall and beautiful, with an immensely strong frame with bulging muscles, long slightly curly red hair flowing down her back to her waist, and covered from her neck down in a white pearlescent bodysuit. Her face was split wide in an expectant grin.

The most prominent thing, though, were her breasts. The things must be five feet wide! Huge, voluminous ta-tas that protruded from her chest without a bit of sag, nipples sticking out five inches and three inches across, pointing up and out a little from their constant stimulation.

Annie waved a hand, and a platform appeared before Tina to allow her to walk into the room without falling into the basement.

â€œCome in! Tina I have got so much to show you! Iâ€™ve been making myself better the last two days, and this is what Iâ€™ve done so far.â€

Annie described all her changes, from the intelligence to the telekinesis to the super strength and invulnerability. She described the fusion power plants in her boobs and even had Tina stab her with a knife to demonstrate her invulnerabily. The knife turned from her body as if hitting steel-hard glass just before it would have pierced the skin.

â€œItâ€™s a force field. I discovered I could refine my telekinesis so that I could create surfaces in air, fields that I could shape and color at will. Look, my bodysuit is just a opaque invulnerability field!â€

With that, her bodysuit disappeared, revealing Annieâ€™s flawless skin, her enormous breasts, and her always-prominent clit for Tina to see. Annie rotated in mid air for Tina to survey.

â€œArenâ€™t I just perfect?â€

â€œYouâ€™re a-amazing, but what will you mom say?â€

â€œPfft, what can she say? Iâ€™m a freaking goddess now. I make the rules!â€

â€œW-why did you call me over?â€

â€œWhy to show you, of course! Also, I made some changes earlier that should allow me to read minds, and I needed a subject.â€ Annie smiled shyly.

â€œA subject?â€

â€œWell, yeah. Someone I could trust; someone with whom Iâ€™ve had close personal contact. You are the first person Iâ€™ve fucked, so I guess that counts as close personal contact!â€

â€œUh â€“ okay, I guess. How do we start?â€ Tinaâ€™s hand slowly wandered down to her miniskirt, where she lightly stroked her pussy through her white panties. She was getting seriously turned on by her naked giant friend.

â€œJust stand there and let me see what I can do.â€

Annie closed her eyes and reached out with her mind to her friend. Her friendâ€™s mind seemed a simple thing: a round ball of tangled threads each connecting and branching into a million directions. With Annieâ€™s expanded intellect, she could follow each thread to its destination and create a little model of her friendâ€™s mind.

Little bolts of electricity shot back and forth through her friendâ€™s head, but while Annie could follow them, she couldnâ€™t understand what they meant.

â€œHere, maybe we need some closer contact.â€ Annie reached out with her mind and lifted Tina, the platform beneath her vanishing, and lifted her to her breast.

â€œFeel my breasts. Feel how warm and smooth they are.â€ Tina reached out and ran her hands over the vast expanse of her friendâ€™s enormous tits, her arousal apparent in her rapid breathing. She reached over and grasped one of Annieâ€™s erect nipples and began to pump it like a dick.

â€œOooooooâ€¦ that feels so good. Donâ€™t stop, Tina!â€ moaned Annie.

Annie once again closed her eyes and reached into her friendâ€™s head. Ah! Things were much clearer now! She could follow the strands and see the pulses of energy, but now they formed a picture. She was learning the language of the mind!

Annie could see that Tina was imagining herself and Annie on the beach. Annie was much smaller â€“ â€˜onlyâ€™ seven-feet tall â€“ and they were both clothed in little bikinis. They played in the water, Annie lifting Tina and throwing her in the water, each giggling. Then, after one throw, Tina swam under the water back to her friend and grabbed one of the strings on Annieâ€™s bikini bottom and pulled.

It was the strangest feeling, watching herself from Tinaâ€™s perspective, but Annie felt the sexual heat that Tina was experiencing as if it were her own. This, combined with Tinaâ€™s pulling on her nipple was getting her really hot!

In her fantasy, Tina licked Annieâ€™s prominent clit under the water, and Annie gave a little â€˜yelpâ€™ and jumped back. Reaching down, Annie grabbed the string to Tinaâ€™s bikini top quickly untied it, her top floating away in the waves. Tina surfaced, and unashamedly walked toward Annie, her breasts bared, big and round, and reached down to undo her own bikini bottom. She ran her hand over her mons as her pussy becomes wet with anticipation.

As Tina approached, Annie ran up the beach, forcing Tina to chase her. There, Tina was able to tackle Annie, and she landed square on Annieâ€™s huge breasts. Tina quickly grasped Annieâ€™s top and pulled it down to reveal an erect nipple, which she began to suck.

In the fantasy, Annie began to grow taller and stronger, with big bulging muscles and a tight physique. Annieâ€™s breasts grew even more quickly, her nipple pushing deeper into Tinaâ€™s sucking mouth. Annie gasped with pleasure as her growth quickened. She could feel her growth through Tinaâ€™s body in her fantasy, aroused by the new perspective.

Soon Annie was twenty feet tall, with eight-inch nipples. Tina released Annieâ€™s nipple with a little â€˜popâ€™, and climbed to a perch on Annieâ€™s breast so that the nipple was pointed directly at her sex. Annie reached up and lightly grasped Tinaâ€™s body with her huge hand and pushed her down onto her nipple. As she did so, she could feel the nipple enter Tinaâ€™s body as if it were her own.

Annie opened her eyes. Tina was still sucking hard on her nipple like it was a cock. What a little pervert Tina was! Well, if this were what she wanted, sheâ€™d give it to her!

Quickly, Annie reprogrammed her little nanobots to grow her nipples to ten inches and they quickly go to work.

ENGAGED

As they grew, Tinaâ€™s eyes flew open, and she released the nipple.

â€œWhatâ€™s going on?â€ she said.

â€œI saw what you want. I want it too,â€ said Annie breathlessly.

Annie used her mind to tear the panties from Tinaâ€™s body so all she wore was a miniskirt and a sports bra, and guided her newly engorged nipple to Tinaâ€™s snatch. At the same time, she lay back to allow Tina to ride her breast like a bucking bronco. Tina started to undulate on the nipple, trying to fit it all into her hungry pussy.

â€œAhhh! Itâ€™s so big!â€ she moaned, slipping the giant nipple inch-by-inch into her sex. Finally, it was in, and Tina paused for a second, legs flush with Annieâ€™s breast, before she opened her eyes and smiled at Annie.

â€œItâ€™s just like my dream!â€ she said, and began to buck on Annieâ€™s titanic titty, grinding her clit against the base of Annieâ€™s areola.

As Tina bucked on Annieâ€™s tit, Annie closed her eyes and pulled on her other nipple with her hand. It felt so good, she could hardly believe it. She could sense Tinaâ€™s pleasure mount, and she reached into her friendâ€™s mind to share in the pleasure. She could see Tinaâ€™s pleasure center pulsing with her thrusts, the pleasure building higher and higher! She decided to boost Tinaâ€™s bliss to even greater levels, stimulating the pleasure center more with each pump. She could see the little knot of Tinaâ€™s pleasure center glow red with unbelievable orgasmic bliss as the climax approached. Tina was screaming with each thrust, mind consumed with the stimulation until finally, she came thrashing and screaming with an orgasm beyond comprehension.

Annie shared in her orgasm. Oh, so wonderful to share an orgasm with another! This was awesome! She was so happy she had gone to see Dr. Jenkins; the possibilities seemed endless.

She opened her eyes to see Tina still pulsing and jerking to her ongoing orgasm, laying face down on top of her breast.

â€œTina?â€ said Annie. â€œTina, are you all right?â€

Tina was unresponsive, lost in an unending series of aftershocks at least as powerful as the most intense orgasm previously experienced by a human being.

â€œTina!â€ Annie shouted.

Annie plunged again into Tinaâ€™s mind and saw that all of her brain activity seemed concentrated in her pleasure center. She couldnâ€™t see any other real activity at all, except that necessary to keep her breathing and her heart beating.

â€œOh my god, what have I done?â€ moaned Annie.

Annie concentrated on expanding her telepathic abilities. Now that she had had a little experience with reading and manipulating anotherâ€™s mind, she could see where she could make some further improvements.

ENGAGED

She also increased her intelligence further.

ENGAGED

She plunged again into Tinaâ€™s mind and searched for a remnants of her personality. Annie was able to find bits and pieces here and there, and tried to stitch them back together into a coherent whole. Then, she damped Tinaâ€™s pleasure centers back down to more normal levels, although even so, she seemed locked in a constant state of near-orgasm.

â€œTina, are you there?â€ Annie called, holding Tina before her suspended in the air.

â€œA-Annie?â€ Tina gasped. â€œWhat just happened?â€

Tina opened her eyes and the sight of Annieâ€™s enormous sexy body and distended nipples caused the memories to come flooding back.

â€œOh god! The pleasure!â€ Tina convulsed in the air sent into another series of orgasms by the sight of her naked friend and the memories of their fucking.

â€œTina! Stay with me!â€

Annie did her best to bring Tina down from her orgasmic state, but realized that her friend would probably always be like this. So much of her personality had been wiped out and replaced with activity in her pleasure center that, without constant supervision, she would probably always revert to a state of orgasmic catatonia.

What had she done? Annie sat and cried for a few minutes, realizing that she had ruined her friendâ€™s life. What kind of goddess would she be? Would she be an evil selfish god, toying with her subjects without a care, or would she be kind and good?

Annie thought on the problem for a good long while and realized that, no matter how she tried to be good, her animal nature would always rise up and selfishly destroy something precious. Her only other option would be to give the power up. Revert to a less powerful form and expel the nanobots. Go back to the life of a normal teenager.

â€œFuck that!â€ Annie said.

With renewed purpose now, Annie reached into her friendâ€™s mind and replaced those missing parts of Tinaâ€™s personality with her own. This, she figured, would allow her to keep an eye on Tina, and hold a damper on her hyperactive pleasure center. It would also allow them to have a constant psychic connection. Tina thought of the possibilities! She could be two places at once!

The girl who had been Tina opened her eyes and looked up at her big sister. â€œThanks for the work, I feel great!â€ she said to the girl who was part her and part someone else.

â€œWow, thatâ€™s weird. Iâ€™m not really Tina anymore, am Iâ€

â€œI guess not,â€ said Annie. â€œMaybe we should call you Tinannie!â€

â€œHa! Iâ€™ve definitely got your sense of humor!â€ said Tinannie.

â€œI was wondering,â€ said Tinannie, â€œis it possible for you to enhance me too? I mean, now that weâ€™re sort of the same person, can you let me in on a little goddesshood?â€

Annie considered. She had full override control over the nanobots and, now with her psychic connection with Tinannie, she could monitor her use of the little guys. Why not? Otherwise it might get lonely at the top.

Annie drew Tinannie closer, and kissed her, thrusting her tongue into her mouth. With her saliva passed millions of nanobots, sending a tingling sensation down Tinannieâ€™s throat that they both felt.

ENGAGED

Almost immediately, Tinannieâ€™s body began to grow with new muscle and size, veins pulsing along her athletic figure as her body pulsed in ecstasy. Her body stretched longer, to ten feet tall â€“ and further, as her breasts ballooned to basketball proportions.

â€œOooh, this is awesome, Annie!â€

Soon, the walls of the house dissolved, and two fifteen-foot goddesses, entwined in sexual bliss, rose into the late-Summer sun to a new world. Their world.

Stranger Things Have Happened (But not really...)

Unbridled — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 23:02:49 +0000

This story is about a man who has a boring life and then inadvertantly invovles himself in a shapeshifters problems who is being chased by another shapeshifter and he ends up helping out. So yeah...

Alyssa's Ascension

WatchUGrow — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 14:19:30 +0000

Chapter 1

The library doors opened and Brian was met by a rush of cool November air. For a moment he just stood in the doorway, inhaling deeply of the autumn breeze. It had been nearly twelve hours since he had last walked through these doors on his way into the library to study for a chemistry exam. Now he was exhausted and ready to collapse. High school had never been this hard for him. In fact, he had been one of the smartest kids in the class. But every student at this place had been the smartest kid in their class, and Brian was no longer at the head of the pack. But he was holding his own and that would have to do for now.

He glanced up at the stars and then began the long walk back to his dorm room. Physically, Brian was unremarkable. He was short--5'6", 160 pounds with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was smart and funny, and over the years girls had always been attracted to him as a friend, nothing more. He had always derived his self-confidence from his success in school, but now it felt like that was slipping away.

He went over the chemical formulas over and over again in his head until he reached his dorm room. Fortunately he had been assigned a single room this year and hedidn't have to contend with a roommate. He unlocked the door, threw down his backpack, and woke up his laptop. He sat down, rubbed his eyes, and slowly let them refocus on the screen. A subtle wave of excitement passed over him when he saw that she had left him a message.

"She" was Alyssa. Brian had met her in middle school and they had been quickly grown to be best friends. They had been there for each other through all the tough times in high school and had ended up at the same college. They had never really been more than friends, although both of them had considered it. Brian's eyes were by far his best feature and sometimes Alyssa just couldn't stop looking into them. Alyssa's best feature was probably her chest, and she frequently caught Brian staring. She had grown into quite an attractive woman since they met. She stood 5'4" tall, 120 pounds with sandy blonde hair and gray-blue eyes. Her breasts easily filled out a 34C bra.

Her message was short: "B - I haven't seen you in a week! I know you've been killing yourself for that chemistry exam. You're going to do fine, though. Anyway, let's have dinner when you're done with it. Meet me outside thedining halltomorrow at 8. Love ya! - A." She always signed off that way, and he loved it. He knew it was a platonic "love ya" but nevertheless he liked reading it and did several times. At least he would have something to look forward to after the exam. He fell into bed, his thoughts a mixture of chemistry formulas and Alyssa.

Alone in her dorm room halfway across campus, Alyssa stood in front of a mirror, stripped down to her panties. Her body was different. Two weeks ago she had stopped using her volumizing conditioner because her hair had suddenly grown thicker and fuller than it had ever been. Her collerbone was now visible and her breastshad swelled into two perfect spheres that were beginning to push the limits of her 34C bras. Her stomach was flat and smooth, and there was the slightest hint of definition in her abdominal muscles. The odd thing about this was that she hadn't set foot in the campus gym since school started months ago. Her legs seemed a little longer and when she had measured her height against the wall she was surprised to see that the tape measure read 5'5"--an inch more than it should have. And then there were the intangibles. Alyssa felt different. She couldn't really put it into words. She was keenly aware of her body. It was like a presence or a force. For whatever reason, she looked down at her right arm and clenched her fist. She closed her eyes and gasped slightly as a feeling coursed through her, a feeling she had not experienced before.Startled and a littlefrightened, she put on a tank topand turned off the light.She had no idea what was going on, but for now she had decided to get some sleep. Maybe she would talk about it with Brian tomorrow.

GÃ¶ttin, Prolog

GÃ¶ttin — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 20:04:35 +0000

Hallo! Dies ist eine Vorschau. Ich schreibe diese Geschichte um eine Frau, die wÃ¼nscht, eine GÃ¶ttin zu werden. Die Geschichte ist nicht vollstÃ¤ndig. Ich werde mehr bald aufstellen.

No English, sorry! More to come!

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Prolog
im Labor, Genf
Heute

Leyna hat die Ergebnisse gelesen. â€žBeschleunigung - schnell. Kraft - phÃ¤nomenal. Masse - unglaublich.Ë®

Elisabeth hat ihre Arme erhoben und hat ausgerufen, â€žIch werde eine GÃ¶ttin werden!Ë®

â€žSie werden viel mehr werden,Ë® hat Leyna erklÃ¤rt. â€žSie werden so groÃŸ wachsen, dass Sie das Universum sich werden. Alle wird innerhalb Sie existieren. Sie werden vollstÃ¤ndige Steuerung haben.Ë®

Elisabeth hat Leyna leidenschaftlich gekÃ¼sst. â€žDanken Ihnen, meine Liebe. Ich werde groÃŸartig Sie belohnen.Ë®

Leyna hat zu ihrer Schwester gedreht. â€žJoelle - Sind Sie bereit?Ë®

â€žJawohl,Ë® hat Joelle geantwortet.

â€žElisabeth?Ë®

â€žIch werde eine GÃ¶ttin.Ë® Elisabeth hat auf der Plattform gestanden.

â€žJetzt!Ë®

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Bleach: Power That Defies The Gods II

kingofring — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 18:18:18 +0000

"Inoue... Are you sure...?"

"Uh-huh! It's been a while since the others have seen me, they probably miss me!"

"But... Erm..."

"Don't worry, Kurosaki-kun! Urahara-san gave me a ring to wear that will restrain most of my power and size, so I'll fit in!"

"Inoue... You may be human sized, but for someone your age..."

All around the school corridors people gazed in shock. The strawberry-blonde would say he was used to it due to his odd hair color, but he wasn't the one they were focusing on. Rather, walking along next to him in a school uniform was Orihime, the well-endowed red-headed ditz who now looked far, far different. Her breasts had grown, some might notice, but everyone's focus was on her body, which even restrained in size by the ring she wore was truly incredible to see - No longer did she stand at a shorter height of five feet and two inches but was now clearly breaking the seven foot mark. But that was far from all.

Her once slender figure was gone, replaced with a much more bulky one - No longer did she have her long, slender arms, but a pair of muscle-bound ones with biceps practically the size of one's head. The forearms were likewise immense and strong, with strong hands that looked capable of ripping a man in two. Her shoulders were broad and tough, able to hold up the weight of her arms easily. Her neck muscles did not slouch either. her chest had expanded across to match this broadness of the shoulders, her breasts having grown proportionately larger while her abdomen was now thick with muscle to support her upper-body frame quite easily, with a wide waist that was not too wide either. Her abdominal muscles were like bricks in a wall, unmoving and firm, as though made of stone themselves. Her thighs were packed with even more muscle than her arms, looking capable of crushing stone into powder between them, while her calves were likewise thick enough to support her weight. Her feet had grown slightly too, the soles big and strong to stand upright with no problems.

Upon this marvelously huge, muscular body was a school uniform with a white, buttoned-up shirt that was forced to leave a few of the top buttons undone for her immense bosom, while the bottom was stretched a bit by her bulky body. A grey skirt that was meant to reach her knees only went so far as her mid-thighs, only capable of covering her firm, round buttocks. Her red bowtie was done without problems, and her feet were clad in their proper black shoes, although the socks only went up mid-calf when they should have gone up to the knees normally. And lastly was her cream-colored jumper, which was stretched to the point that it now looked like a v-neck exposing generous cleavage, with the bottom baring her midriff and the sleeves only going halfway down the arms. Ultimately, the school uniform was too small for her.

[cite]'I knew it... She's far too big...'[/cite] Ichigo thought to himself as he walked into his classroom. Walking over to his desk he sat down in it, only to hear surprised gasps a moment later which he decided to ignore, already knowing what they were about. They could hardly be about anything other than what had walked in after him, after all. Orihime, as she walked in the doorway (Having to bend down a bit to get through), was greeted with looks of pure shock all around, with a certain red-head with glasses staring intently with her mouth hung open, unable to say a thing to her. Naturally, Orihime didn't notice.

"Chizuru-chan! It's been a while, hasn't it? You're looking good!" Orihime spoke with a gentle smile on her face as always.

"H-Hime! What happened?! You're... Huge!!!" Chizuru stated the obvious, unable to tear her eyes away from the huge sight in front of her, although her reaction earned an amused laugh.

"Oh, I just decided to hit the weights during the break! No big deal" she responded with no hint of irony at all.

"Like hell! [cite]No one should be able to get that big in that little time![/cite]" the red-head responded, not believing her crush's word for a single second. Turning around she looked towards her dark-haired friend, who was gazing up at Orihime in a manner similar to how Chizuru had been staring moments before.

"Tatsuki! Don't you have anything to say?!" she asked, but her words fell on deaf ears as the dark-haired martial artist stared, unable to take her eyes away from the sight of Orihime. However, as Chizuru shook her shoulder she seemed to snap back.

"Oh, sorry, what?" she asked, only for Chizuru to sigh.

"What do you have to say about this? Isn't this... Unnatural?!".

Those words hung in Tatsuki's mind for a moment. Unnatural. Like Orihime's new musculature. Unnatural, like the Hollows and spirits she had been seeing for the past while. The ones she had seen Ichigo fighting. And yet, Tatsuki would admit, seeing this was so incredibly different to what she had seen before. And it made her feel strange, too.

"Y-Yeah, it's... I don't even know how to put it..." Tatsuki commented, to which Orihime simply smiled as she bent down, offering both Tatsuki and Chizuru a generous show of her cleavage.

"Well, I like it! I mean, now I'll be pretty good at sports, don't you think so?" she asked with a smile, to which Chizuru and Tatsuki nodded.

"Sigh... Even like this, Hime is so innocent..." Chizuru remarked, and once again Tatsuki nodded in agreement.

---

"Last round, fight!"

As the call was sounded Tatsuki, clad in her fighting gear, exploded forwards and quickly began exchanging blows with her opponent. This past day had been the most awkward day ever... Ever since she had seen Orihime, the whole school had no longer regarded her as the strongest girl in the school. Orihime's muscular body had gained the attention of everyone from teachers to students to pretty much everyone who was even near the school who saw her. News spread quickly, and most stared with mouths agape. It was bizarre, fantastic, and yet... Tatsuki wasn't sure how to describe her feelings about the subject. She was no longer number one, yet she didn't care. Everyone stared at Orihime, the bullies who might have tried something on her no longer even thought about it. Without being able to protect Orihime, she felt... Useless.

"Go on, Arisawa! You almost got her!"

And yet, even then... Did she care that she could no longer protect her? That amazon-like, incredibly muscular figure was stuck in her mind. That image of Orihime, without even flexing, looking able to burst her clothes apart. Being able to tear apart steel with her hands. These thoughts remained in her mind even as Tatsuki landed a kick on her opponent's body, stunning her. She wasn't even focused on her winning fight, but on Orihime. On her body, on her hair, her eyes, her smile... All of it, she couldn't take her mind off of it. She looked so happy now.

She downed her opponent with a throw. She had decided to visit Orihime.

---

"Oh, Sora, it's been great! I mean... I'm not so little anymore, see? I'm really big and strong now! I'll be really good at gym, and with Tatsuki-chan's help I can be a great martial artist, see? I hope this makes you happy - I'm really delighted!" her words reached a small shrine with a picture of her deceased brother, whose smiling face she always loved to speak like this to. "I've gotten a lot of attention about it though... And my clothes don't really fit well, huh? But don't worry, I'm really good at sewing, so I'm sure I could-".

Before she could continue a knocking reached her door. In glee she smiled and bowed to the shrine of her brother, before sauntering to the door. Each footstep echoed like thunder under her weight, and as she reached the door she pulled it open gently, smiling as she saw her friend standing there, clad in a blue tracksuit.

"Tatsuki-chan! Come in, I'm really glad to see you! It's been a while since you came over, huh?" she asked, earning a nod as Tatsuki walked in the door, letting Orihime shut it behind her. Looking around, she could see things had changed a bit - The furniture was no replaced with much bigger furniture, most likely to accommodate Orihime's new size. Watching as Orihime bounced along around the room before hopping on the couch, she decided to sit by her as Orihime patted the empty space next to her. However, sitting down, she found that she was squashed somewhat between Orihime and the edge of the couch.

"Oh, sorry! I guess I'm still a bit big for this couch, huh?" Orihime asked.

"No, no, it's alright!" Tatsuki commented quietly. Ever since she had knocked on the door she had been unsure of how to go about this. These feelings... It was weird trying to talk about them when she didn't even understand them herself. Looking up to Orihime, she stared deep into Orihime's chocolate brown eyes, which stared back at her happily. "Orihime... There's... I'm feeling weird...".

It had taken all of ten seconds for Orihime to not get it.

"Ah, Tatsuki-chan, you should really see a doctor then! I mean, I'm not the best person to go to...".

"N-Nono, not that kind of weird! It's like... You ever had the feeling of butterflies in your stomach?" Tatsuki asked, earning a rather puzzled expression from the larger, muscular teen.

"You ate some butterflies?" Orihime asked, completely foreign to the world of metaphors. Tatsuki couldn't help but laugh a little at that, before staring back up at her.

"No, I mean... Well, it's kind of complicated... You know why I've always stood up for you, and why I taught you some martial arts... We're friends. I wanted to defend you from anyone who tried to put you down. You never cut your hair, right?" Tatsuki told her, and Orihime nodded with a smile as she absent-mindedly ran a hand through her long, orange locks.

"Thanks to you I never had to worry about my hair being too long!"

"That's right... But now you're so... Strong. I should be feeling down, about never needing to help you... But I don't feel that way. I feel... Happy for your new body. But it's more than just that... I... I love your new look" she finally admitted it, letting out a sigh of relief as she got it off of her chest. Orihime stared and blinked for a moment, before smiling once more.

"You really like how I look?"

"Yes, yes I do! I mean, I've always liked how you looked... but this is something else... I... Orihime, do you think you could keep a secret?".

"What?"

Tatsuki didn't tell instantly. Sitting up, she pushed herself up from the couch and faced Orihime. Slowly, she neared her, allowing herself to sit in Orihime's lap without asking her, allowing her arms to trail up Orihime's body and wrap themselves around her neck. Moving up in her lap, letting her legs spread either side of one of Orihime's thighs,she leaned in. "I want to be big and muscular, just... like... you" she told her, pressing her lips to Orihime's. But as she did the action she found she was met with no resistance, instead a pair of strong arms wrapped around her own form, pressing Tatsuki into Orihime's flesh. Tatsuki's torso was pressed right up against Orihime's breasts, her crotch rubbing against Orihime's thighs. Orihime began to deepen the kiss, with Tatsuki beginning to let her tongue slide into Orihime's mouth.

"Tatsuki" she gasped as they parted for a moment from the kiss before leaning in again, the two sharing another tongue-kiss. Tatsuki felt her own tongue being wrestled back into her mouth by Orihime's, whose tongue proceeded to explore her mouth. Tatsuki let out a sigh, her hands moving down from around Orihime's neck and beginning to feel the soft flesh of her breasts, the massive orbs far too large for her hands to ever contain. She could feel Orihime's hands moving down her back, one of them beginning to feel her own behind, and she let her without opposition. As they parted to breathe from the kiss, Orihime stared at Tatsuki and smirked.

"I'll grant your wish...".

Suddenly a flash of light surrounded Tatsuki. Alarmed, she looked around, seeing herself sealed off from Orihime. She panicked - she didn't want their embrace to end yet! She didn't want it to stop! But suddenly her tracksuit seemed to shift around on her - Looking down, she could see why. Her arms, legs, body and even her breasts were beginning to grow, her arms bulking up incredibly. Her legs were thickening and strengthening themselves, becoming as large as Orihime's in moments. But even after they continued to grow, expanding until each one looked like tree trunks. Her claves thickened until they were only slightly thinner than her thighs, while her abdominal muscles were like a steel wall, unbreakable. Strong. Her chest, to her surprise and delight, grew until she was much like Orihime in that regard, possessing a fine set of breasts that were at least P-Cup. Her shoulders broadened, her arms becoming like stone mounds. Her dark hair lengthened, going down her back as it spiked out wildly like a mane. As the light vanished, she now stood before Orihime, at least ten feet tall and much bigger.

"What... I'm..." Tatsuki couldn't even finish, totally shocked and yet aroused by this new form. Her blue tracksuit had stretched wide, her trousers now looking like shorts despite the flexible material, while her shirt was now like a bra. Her jacket was only slightly better than the shirt, the sleeves reaching halfway down the biceps. But as she stared at Orihime, she smirked. Grabbing Orihime, she pushed her to the ground, breaking apart the couch as she did so and straddling her. She smiled pleasantly as her thighs rubbed against Orihime's sides, with her hands trapping down Orihime's shoulders, though the red-head didn't seem to mind. Leaning down, her own muscular body pressed against Orihime's, she leaned in for the kiss, their tongues now wrestling again in their mouths.

Joyously, she let her hands now run rampant across Orihime's body, feeling her large breasts up again. Her fingers slid over her nipples, which now stood erect and poking through the fabric of the school uniform she hadn't taken off yet. Her female sex grinded against Orihime's, with Orihime sighing in bliss. The red-head's hands moved up and felt up Tatsuki's new curves - the big, round breasts she now had and the nice, round behind she was gifted with. Lying on her back, Orihime let Tatsuki continue to have her way, her hands exploring every nook and cranny of Orihime and her hips grinding against hers. In the process Tatsuki had torn apart her clothes, completely by accident, but it was definitely liked. With a naked Orihime beneath her she sat up, straddling her still, a grin on her face.

"Orihime..." she spoke in a husky, desiring voice. With no pause she rammed two fingers into Orihime's sex, causing her to jolt slightly for a moment. Her fingers inside her, she let them slide back and forth into Orihime, watching her expressions as they showed how Orihime loved the gesture. The floorboards thundered under the weight of the two muscular, amazon-like women, Orihime letting out moans of pleasure as the fingers continued to move inside her, until at last she felt release, gasping as she creamed herself. Lying on the ground, she watched as Tatsuki seductively brought the substance to her mouth and licked it.

Reaching out with her hand, Tatsuki pulled Orihime's head up and shifted her body forwards, until Orihime was faced directly in front of her own sex. Aroused, Orihime had no complaints and reached out with her tongue, licking her lover's sex eagerly. Tatsuki grinned pleasantly as wave of pleasure rang throughout her, her sex getting moister as Orihime's tongue scoured it.

"Orihime! I... I..." Tatsuki let out in gasps as the pleasure continued to rise, the feelings of arousal growing greater and greater. She felt herself grow wet at her lover's touch, her tongue pleasing Tatsuki. Her strong body had grown sweaty from the session, and she felt herself go hot at the feel of Orihime's tongue inside her. It was like wildfire, a great inferno spreading around inside her. At the moment of climax she let out a moan of delight, letting herself fall into Orihime's embrace as she rose up. Their arms wrapped around each other, the strong bind never failing as their bodies, still pressed together, grew warm at each other's touch.

"Orihime... You're so beautiful... I... Love you..." she commented, to which the red-head smiled and kissed her back. As the two shared a deep kiss, Orihime's body pressed forwards, and Tatsuki found herself being pressed beneath her.

"Orihime..."

"Tatsuki, you don't think I'm done, do you? I want to keep enjoying this... So how about I go on top this time? I'll let you see my real size..." she remarked as suddenly she took off the ring, a huge mass of swirling energy engulfing her. Tatsuki stared in shock as the ground, walls and ceiling around her broke away under the weight of the energy's pressure, watching as Orihime began to grow ever greater in size. Bigger and bigger, her muscles exploded in mass along with her breasts to match her height proportionally. Ever bigger, until she was no longer in the size of buildings, but far greater, her gigantic, naked body spreading across in size until all of Karakura was left underneath, with Tatsuki lying between her massive legs. The giant amazoness spoke.

"I want you, Tatsuki..."

Alexa lifts a mountain

alexa — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 00:36:05 +0000

Alexa is a 25 year old college student who was given god-like powers and strength. She has long red hair and a highly toned and athletic body. Alexa loves playing with her new powers and doing what she wants. As a goddess, no one can stop her. More to come later on Alexa's origins and background......

Alexa floated above the sky and gazed down at the mountain range. She enjoyed the cold air as it blowed over the mountain's snowy ice caps. The mountain itself was one of many in a long range of mountains stretching across the continent. Alexa's nipples hardened as the breeze washed over her naked chest.

Alexa decided that this was the mountain she wanted. This would be the next test of her might and power. Ever since her transformation, she had crushed and mangled everything from tanks, cars, and buildings. Nothing could stop her might. Now it was time to find out if she found conquer a mountain.

Alexa flexed her tight perfect ass, and flew straight towards the mountain peak. Her body accelerated to mach speeds as she became a blur. Her invincible body smashed into the side of the mountain, and burrowed right through the solid rock. Her fists in front of her proved superior to all the elements that composed the mountain.

Using her x-ray vision, Alexa looked around and saw that she had reached the center of the mountain. She came to a stop and floated in a sea of rock and dirt. Her perfect skin was unblemished by the dirt and proved completely invulnerable even to that. Alexa was deep in to the mountain's core, and about mid-way towards the bottom. This was a good place. She would start here.

Alexa ignited her laser vision as two powerful beams shot out from her eyes. She did a quick spin inside the mountain and allowed her powerful vision to sweep a 360 degree arc. The laser cut through the mountain like butter and separated the top of the mountain from its bottom in less than a second.

Alexa's large and sexy breasts smashed through the rock and cut a deep circular trench. She came to stop at the same position that she started, and reached out with her mind.

In an instant, she grabbed hold of the mountain using her goddess mental powers. Alexa held onto the bottom of the mountain and created a cushion of mental power to keep the top of the mountain separate. She wanted to test her strength and only used her power to hold the rock in place rather than lift it upwards.

Alexa reached up with her dainty and delicate hands, and grasped the rock above her head. The soil felt cool to her touch. Using a fraction of her strength, Alexa began to push upwards against the rock.

Alexa felt power course through her body and into her arms. The mountain rumbled above her in protest to her actions.

Alexa tightened her muscles to draw more strength from the infinite reserve she held within herself. Power quickly flowed more into her arms. Her biceps bulged and expanded outwards. Alexa looked over at her arms and smiled as they swelled to contain her might.

Alexa looked up at the mountain and smiled as she pushed upwards with her arms. She could feel her mental cushion acting like a plate upon which the mountain sat. Alexa enjoyed the experience and feeling as the mountain rose slowly. She gasped as she thought of the power her arms held at this moment. Her biceps were growing to enormous size as she willing more and more energy into them.

Alexa cried out in pleasure. The mountain beneath her rumbled as she powerful voice shook it. She could feel her pussy getting wet as she demonstrated her power.

Alexa pushed more and moved the mountain upwards. Her arms extended above her head, and straightened out.

Her biceps and muscles remained fully pumped as she held the mountain above her.

Alexa pushed upwards with her body straightening out, and began to bend her legs. She felt her ass tighten and her legs expand as they strained to contain her power and the weight of the mountain.

Alexa bent her legs almost at a 45 degree angle, and then began to push back upwards. The mountain rose under her power. Her goddess and unstoppable power!

Alexa smiled as her legs straightened. She then began to lower them again but faster this time. Energy coursed through her legs as she started doing squats with her legs. The mountain weighed down on her body which glistened with sweat at her efforts.

Alexa began picking up speed as she did more squats. The mountain began rising up and down faster. The snow that was left flowed off as powerful avalanches. The trees near the bottom rumbled and toppled as if a powerful earthquake was happening.

Alexa laughed as her power proved superior to even a giant mountain. Her breasts bounced up and down as she laughed. The mountain below her rumbled greatly causing a 7.0 magnitude earthquake.

Alexa was moving so fast that the mountain and herself were just blurs to the mortal viewer. Her body pumped with energy and felt incredible as she held the incalculable tons of the mountain above her.

After several thousand squats, Alexa decided to do one last feat of godlike power.

She slowed to a stop and held the mountain above her head. She lowered her arms slightly and began gathering her strength. She pushed more and more energy into her arms. Her biceps grew as large as her head and larger than her incredible EE cup breasts. In seconds the mountain felt as light as a feather.

Alexa released the energy in her arms and flung them outwards. The mountain sailed like a bullet into the sky and flew like a giant meteor. Flames erupted around it as the rock ignited in the atmosphere and became a giant fireball. The mountain rocketed outside the atmosphere in seconds and exploded into a thousand pieces as the vacuum of space instantly extinguished the fire and cooled the rock.

Fragments of the rock scattered in all directions. Several local satellites exploded as these fragments plowed through them like cannonballs. Several larger fragments also shot back towards the Earth.

Not wanting to create a catastrophe, Alexa used her laser vision and quickly blasted each of the fragments. The rocks exploded as twin beams of pure power flew miles out of the atmosphere and into space.

Supercharged.....

Starfury483 — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 07:13:40 +0000

SuperCharged....

My name is John and since I was a child I had been the 98 pound weakling. I was too small and weak to play high school sports, only thing I could do was run track, running long distance because of my endurance. At 22 I joined a local gym, but no matter what shakes I drank, proteins I took, or weights I lifted I could not seem to grow any muscles. It was at the gym that I met one of the personal trainers, Candice. She was 5'3, maybe 120 pounds of solid muscle. She was not a muscle freak like a Ms. Olympia, simply very well toned, with curvy legs, defined calf muscles, a hard flat tummy, nice round arse, and a size 34EE rack. She dated the biggest asshole in the gym, Mike, who stood a tower 6'3 and weight almost 295lbs, of solid muscle. His arms were 21 inches and his thigh as wide as my waistline. He was always rude to me, pushing me out of the way to get to machines and weights and asking me why a 98 pound weakling would want to even try. Itâ€™s all about genetics he would say, and I don't have them, and no amount of weights or science would change it.
One night I came in for a late work out. The gym was empty except for one guy at the front desk and Mike who was working on a weight bench. After my shower I was leaving the gym when I walked by Mikeâ€™s locker and noticed it was open. I went to close it and must have knocked something because a small bottle fell out and onto the ground. I picked it up and read the label â€œ Superchargedâ€. I read the directions and noticed a web site on the label. I went home that night and looked up Supercharged.com for more details. I laughed, as I looked over the website, thinking this must be a joke, but figured for $29.99 I might try it. I ordered a one year supply for standard delivery. That night I had a dream that "Supercharged" actually worked and I kicked the shit out of Mike.

Two weeks later the box arrived via UPS. I opened it and read the directions in detail, 1 pill a day for 1 month with normal diet and weight training. I looked at the pills closely and noticed a Bayer Aspirin mark on them, frustrated I threw the closed bottle to the floor, angry at being taken for a fool. Then I reached down and open the bottle, grabbed some water, and swallowed all 30 pills with one glass, in a vain attempt to end my life. I fell to the floor and don't remember a thing. The next morning I woke up in the same place on the floor, lying down. I felt like a complete failure, not even being able to kill myself. I got up, took a shower, changed and went back to my local gym at 6:30am. The gym was pretty quiet so I went weights, and started to lift my normal 15lbs dumbbells. The first set felt normal, a little strain on my small biceps, but by the second set it was lighter, and I was lifting the dumbbells faster. On the third set, they felt as light as paper, no strain at all to lift them. I placed them down, puzzled, thinking this was a joke, or maybe I was dead and this was hell, I looked around and the gym was still empty. I walked over to the larger 100lbs weights, reaching down with both hands and attempted to lift it, thinking to myself this is never going to move. I suddenly realized I was lifting it above my head with ease. A few moments later I was lifting the 100lbs weights over my head with one hand. I walked over to the wall mirrors, still holding the 100lbs weight in one hand, and then suddenly dropped it. I had changed, no longer was a 120lbs scrawny kid staring back, now I was taller by a few inches, my arms were no longer soft and weak like a twelve year old, I now had very toned round biceps, my chest was not flat as a board, I had little pec's pushing through my small white cotton shirt. I reached down grabbed the 100 lbs bells and started to lift in front of the mirror, with each lift I grew a little more, I felt surges of energy pulse through my veins with each rep, until I finally stopped. I took a step back, admiring my muscles. After 15 minutes of lifting 100lbs bells, I was now 6'0, 200lbs of solid rock hard American beef. My biceps were at least 16 inches, a hard barring chest and flat tummy. I was no body builder, but I was on my way. I was still much smaller then Mike, but with a little work I could change that. I heard the clock strike 7Am and about 10 people rushed into the gym. I looked back at the mirror and realized my small white cotton t-shirt was no match for my growth as it was now ripping in several places. I ran towards the menâ€™s locker room, and got a new fresh shirt.

At 7:30 Mike and Candice walked into the gym. I watched from a corner, as Mike walked over to a weight bench and started to lift his normal 200lbs of warm up weights. I strolled over and took up position at the next bench and started with 200lbs. The 200lbs was no problem for my newly enhanced biceps, while Mike grunted with each 200lb lift. After 10 minutes he finally noticed me, he was clearly still a little larger then me, and he showed this power by walking over, and pushing the 200lbs down on me towards my chest. At first I struggled to press the weight back up, 200lbs plus his massive muscles pressing it down. He held the bar across my chest as I strained to push back. Finally he lifted the bar off me, and grabbed my shirt at the chest, lifting me off my feet into the air. I glared at him, and he stared back with an angry look.

"Your on my turf man, get the fuck out of my gym or else"

"Or else what tough guy? Are you going to make me leave?"

He moved towards me throwing a right hand punch towards my face, I quickly stepped back grabbing his arm and twisting it backwards. As our bodyâ€™s touched I felt a jolt or energy. I pushed him back, knocking him to the ground. He quickly stood up and charged me his hands flying forward to lock in a mercy grip. I reached out and grabbed his big hands, locking them together; he quickly gained the upper hand pushing me down and backwards. I finally managed to release my hands from his grip and stepped back. He moved closer and reached out and grabbed my short lifting me off my feet into the air. I felt the jolt of energy again, then his hand faltered, his eyes went from anger to a glossy look. He released my body, I fell to the floor landing on my feet, he stepped backwards, his eyes bugged out watching me, as suddenly I felt a huge bolt of energy, and heard a small hum, as my shirt ripped, my body grew, I was now taller 6â€™3, my biceps popped, growing to 18 inches, my chest filled out into two huge slabs of muscle, my abs contoured into lean hard ridges of muscle. I grabbed his shirt, and lifted upwards, his huge body hung their effortlessly for a few moments, out eyes locked together, he was shocked I was able to lift him so easily and effortlessly after he had just push me to my knees. The entire gym watching as I tossed him across the floor into a brick wall. The wall cracked has his huge solid muscle frame made contact. Embarrassed and regaining composure he stood up and walked towards me, our hands again met in a mercy, his strength was intense, I had never felt anything like it before as he pushed against me until again I felt the jolt of energy, he nearly had me on my knees again, when I suddenly felt a new rush of energy and then a cry of anguish as I pressed harder and Mike fell to his knees, screaming in pain. I pressed him down until he was kneeling in front of me, our hands still locked. Looking down I realized to my own shock that his entire body was shrinking. I watched as his 21 inch biceps shrank in size to a mere 12 inches, his huge barreling chest become flatter, his Pecs disappearing, his washboard abs disappearing into a flabby tummy. I felt his energy and his strength flow into my body. Looking down I realized I was growing slightly, I was taller, my biceps were larger and my entire body was surging with strength and power. Mike was now a small shadow of his former self, a 98lbs pound weakling. I had grown to 6â€™6; over 300lbs of pure rock hard muscle, my biceps were 21 inches, my thighs as thick as a torso on some, my Pecs hard as steel plates, my abs into a washboard eight Pac. I threw his shrunk body across the room. Everyone in the gym was transfixed by my growth, I huge, maybe as big as Superman even. I walked towards the doors of the gym and out into the bright morning sun. Mike's BMW sat in the first row of spaces; I walked towards the Silver 7series and bent down, lifting the front of the car off the ground and tipping it back onto the hood. Those in the gym had run out to watch, as I turned, smiled and flexed my new super huge 21 inch biceps. I started to walk towards my car when Candace ran up.

"Hey, hows it going? Your John right? What just happen in there? I have never seen anything like it?â€

"Hey Candace, working out, I guess. Look Iâ€™m sorry about your boyfriend, but he was such an ass to me and all the other guys."

"Please, donâ€™t worry about it, he was an ass to me too. He treated you like shit, he deserved it."

"Hey wanna get a couple of coffee?"

She grabbed my hand and pulled me over to her own BMW 7 Series, and we sped off down the road towards the local Starbucks. He talked for 4 hours over coffee, until she stood up and said grabbed my massive hands and brought me outside. We started dating a short time after. I would see Mike at the gym, working out each day and he was making progress, I guess it was genes, but not nearly enough progress. My new body brought me into a new profession, wrestling and competition. Candace became my manager, and after a year of wrestling on the world stage I was undefeated. During this time I made additional purchases of "Supercharged" pills, keeping them in my condo safe.

As my manager Candace set up additional fights, I would take a few â€œSuperchargedâ€ pills each time, and easily drain my opponents of their strength, but after my initial drain of Mike I was no longer able to drain there mass, just acquire their powers. I joined bodybuilding and strong man competitions and easily defeated everyone. After a year Candace finally got the biggest fight of my life, as a Charity event, Me the strongest mortal against Superman. The night before the match Candace and I had mad kinky passionate sex, her tight little pussy bouncing up and down on my hard cock until I exploded inside her. Laying in bed after sex I finally told her all about "Supercharged". She was puzzled but understood, how it worked and why. Once I knew she was asleep I ran downstairs to my office safe, and open it and removed one bottle, a 30 day supply of "Supercharged", just like a year ago I filled a glass of water and downed the entire supply, collapsing to the ground, I don't remember anything afterwards.

The next afternoon, a Saturday night we arrived at American Airlines Arena, the site of the epic fight. A crowd of 20,000 pack the Arena, with another 1 billion watching on Paper-view. I wore only a black speedo, barely covering my ass, and huge cock. Walking down to the ring, Candace on my arm listing to the crowd chant my name was announced: â€œStanding 6â€™3 inches tales, weighting in at 300lbs, with 21 inches biceps, the champion of men,â€

Five minutes later, Superman was announced: "Standing 6'5 inches tall, weighting in at 275lbs, with measurements of 22 inch biceps the Last Son of Krypton, Champion of Earth, needing no introduction, SUP-ER-MAN"

The crowd came to a defining roar of excitement, as Superman made is way down to the ring. The ref stepped: "Gentlemen this will be a fair match, Superman, on flying, no heat vision, no x-ray vision, no hitting below the belt line. Shake hands and letâ€™s get started"

He reached out and I grabbed his large hand, giving him a hard firm shake, he squeezed just a little, and I felt a small bolt of energy pass through our grasp. The bell rang and the two of us came out of our corners, immediately he grabbed my arms and swung me around, I hit the ropes, bounced back and he threw a punch at my gut. Like always I could tell he was "throwing his punches" as not to kill me just make it look good and make me hurt. I hit the canvass hard briefly stunned. Superman jumped down grabbing my biceps holding me in place. He lifted me up into a military press, but I started to struggle, moving my feet and arms and he dropped me harshly to the mat. I stood up and he two or three quick jabs to my abs, forcing me to bend over in pain. Even if he was throwing his punches they did still hurt. For me this was the first time since Mike that I felt a little pain. He threw another punch, but this time I was ready and ducked. I took my chance and threw a quick upper cut to his chin, hitting him square on. I felt a sudden jolt of energy, and he noticed it too. I threw my arms out, ready to grab his shoulders, but he threw his hands into mine, grabbing me in a mercy. Instantly the jolt of energy returned, I could feel it starting to flow, he knew something wrong as well because he quickly tried to break free. I held on tight to his hands, for another extra moment until finally he jerked his entire body backwards, the force of which knocked him to the ground and myself. We both stood up, but he backed away as I moved in and threw a punch at him, his super reflexes caught my fist in mid-air before connecting to his face. I now threw a left, and again he caught it, closing his hand around my fist to crush them, he started to exert pressure, but nothing seem to happen, his face showed signs of strain, as he pressed his hands closed harder. I felt the energy flowing into me, A look of surprise, and shock crossed his face, as I easily flipped his wristed and grabbed them, locking my large hands around his wrists in a vice like grip. I lifted him into the air for a moment. For a split second our eyes met, as now I squeezed my hands on his wrist, hoisting him further into the air. The shock turned into fear as the crowd grew louder cheering, chanting my name, thinking this was part of the show.

"Surprise Superman"

And with that I launched him backwards into the ropes. His body hit the ropes and he fell to his knees. I walked over to the shaken man of steel who was still on his knees shaking his head. I grabbing the middle of his costume right at the "S" and I hoisted him into the air, and using my left hand. I started throwing powerful punches into his exposed rock hard abs with my right fist. Superman looked dazed and confused, how could a mere human hoisting the man of steel into the air, and now punching him repeatedly in the gut. At first my punches seem to have no effect, but with each solid connect I felt a spark of energy, and suddenly I saw his eyes roll back in his head, I threw him to the ground and walked away from him. I looking out of the sea of people, I lifted my arms to flex my newly enhanced superpower muscles as my fans chanted my name and cheered. From the corner Superman watched, angry filled his eyes as he lay bent over in pain on his knees looking with his x-ray vision for kryptonite the only possible explanation for the beating he was getting. He looked up at me, then stood up and walked towards me, grabbing my biceps with his large hands, putting increasing pressure on them. Pressure that could crush coal to diamonds, bend the steel of a tank, but nothing happen. I felt the energy surge through my body as I started to drain him at an accelerated rated. I felt a little pain at first, but slowly it disappeared as I absorbed his powers and my biceps became harder, more dense then his fingers. After a few moments his fingers couldnâ€™t make even small indents on my biceps. My body continued to tingle with energy, as I turned around at my new super speed, grabbing his 21 inch biceps in the same fashion. I started to apply pressure just as he had and easily crushed them like Charmin. He let out a loud â€œRAOâ€ and I started to laugh saying â€œNot as hard as mind Superman?â€

I released his sore biceps and dropped him to my feet. I reached down and grabbed the "S" a second time and hoisted him up, and then to his shocked, crowd and pay-viewers I hovered into the air some 10 feet off the mat holding Supermanâ€™s massive 275lbs body with just a single hand. I threw a few dozen hard quick jabs into his exposed abs, causing his eyes to roll and his body to hunch forward into dead weight as he screamed in pain. I dropped him to the mat and landed next to him, sliding my boot under his gut I kicked him up in the air, catching his back with my hand and lifting him up straight holding him with my hand I hovered again off the mat, and slammed him head first down.

"RAO"

He screamed in pain, as he crumbled to the floor, totally beat. He looked up at me "This was supposed to be a charity match. How did you get so strong, youâ€™re a mere human?" I reach down and grabbed his "S" lifting him into the air: "Does it matter Superman. Iâ€™m bigger, faster, stronger then you. Iâ€™m going to crush you, make you into a impotent boy.â€

I hoisted him over my head with both hands, and began to military press him over my head, his arms and legs failing helplessly, trying to escape. But it was no use, his powers were nothing to me now, they felt like a mere mortal. The crowd roared in excitement as I pulled him down eye level. Superman continued to swing his arms at me, but I didn't even flinch, he punches felt like love taps.

"Superman its no use, your too weak, Iâ€™m 25 times stronger then you are, I could crush you right now If I want. Iâ€™m now bigger, faster stronger, Iâ€™m Earthâ€™s new champion, your replacement.â€

I flex my free right arm, my bicep rose to a new 25 inch peak, Superman weakly tried to throw a punch, but I caught it in mid air, and closed my hand around it, the sound of bones being crushed filled the arena.

"Bye, bye Superman. Express shuttle now leaving Earth"

With a flick of my wrist I launched him toward the sky, watching with my new super vision as he crashed through the roof and traveled at super speeds towards the moon. The crowd stood now in silience as I turned and started to pose, flexing my super enhanced muscles. I had just beaten the crap out of Superman, the self proclaimed strongest man on earth. I immediately flew up out of the hole in the arena, traveling at super speed I over took Superman just outside of the Earthâ€™s Atmosphere. I grabbed him by the â€œSâ€ again and flew back towards Earth. He tried desperately to free himself, but his punches were no use. I arrived back at my mansion, and threw him down, into a room. He crawled to a corner, his hand already healing slowly. â€œYou are now my slave. If you leave this room, I will inflict more pain on you.â€ I grabbed both his hands and squeezed, crushing his bones easily with my new found strength. The walked out of the room laughing, his cries of pain filled as backround noise.

Candace was already waiting upstairs. She was watching the evening news casts. I walked into the room, still in just my speedo and boots. As I stood watching the TV, Candace left the room, he re-entered a few moments later, her 5'3 tight frame covered only by a bikini, already too small for her body. I tensed up my muscles as she walked over and started to rub my body quickly grabbing my cock, and gently massaging it until it grew into its massive 12 inch frame. She knelt down taking it into her mouth as much as possible and started to suck me off, my moans growing louder and louder with each tongue twist. She finally stopped and tapped me get me floor, to lay down, as she crawled up my body towards my massive cock. Using my new heat vision I made two quick zaps at her bikini bottom strings, which fell to the floor. I could hear her heart beating, and see her pussy was already wet and ready to receive my massive package. She plopped her self down on my cock in what would have been rough for a mere mortal but felt like nothing for my steel rod. She started to squeeze her pussy tight, and she moved up and down, riding my hard cock has hard and fast as her little body would allow. I started to pant wanting so bad to cum, my body started to shake a little as I felt a tingling in my cock. The sensation got stronger as I drew closer and closer to busting my load inside Candace's tight wet pussy, until I could take it no longer and let myself go. A few seconds later it was all over. I pulled out, as Candace stood up, I had feared that when I let my load go inside I might killer, but she was fine. I feel asleep a short time later, released that I didnâ€™t kill my love.

My next task was Wonder woman and Supergirl. I finally found Wonder Woman hiding in a warehouse in Chicago's lower east side. I walked into the warehouse wearing shorts and a t-shirt, one size too small for my massive frame. My bugling muscles sparkled in the dim lights.

"Hello Diana."

"Who are you? Wait your the guy who beat up Superman. Youâ€™re under arrest."

She flung her golden lasso towards my body, I let it simply wrap around me, giving in easy. She pulled me closer with her mighty strength; I showed no signs of resistance. She pulled me within a few feet of her. I saw Wonder Woman for the first time close up, she stood 6 feet taller, her body was perfectly toned, no outward signs of strength, she looked like a fitness competitor, not a female body builder. She grabbed a bunch of the lasso and easily lifted us both off the ground into the air, ready to fly through the open hole in ceiling of the run down warehouse ceiling. When we were 20 feet off the ground, I started to exhale my muscles, my arms and body swelled as I applied pressure, looking down I watched as the lasso was no match for my super muscles, it easily feel apart. Wonder Woman lost her grip and fell backwards, as I let myself fall to the ground, landing on my back as if I was injured. Quickly I stood up, my body glimmering in the dim light with little glades of sweat. I lifted my arms in a double bicep pose, flexing my 25 inch biceps for her. She stood a few feet away, staring at me astonished. She walked towards next me, reaching up and grabbed my by the neck hoisting me effortlessly with one hand into the air.

â€œYour biceps might be bigger then mine, bigger then Superman, but Iâ€™m still stronger. That was stupid, are you trying to kill yourself?"

I started to laugh, and then grabbed her wrist with my right hand, exerting pressure to remove her grip from my throat. I struggled for a moment to release her grip then felt the tingle feeling in my hands. Suddenly her hand felt different, lighter, I quick grabbed both arms holding her by her wrist and lifting her up, floating in the air. Wonderwoman looked at me with terrified look. I threw her back through the stone wall into the next room of the warehouse. I walked toward the hole in the wall, as Wonderwoman stood up and threw a punch connecting solidly with my face, throwing me back 25 yards. I stood up immediately and she was in my face, throwing punches into my rock hard abs, but they bounced off harmlessly. I allowed her to slam her mighty fists into me for more then a minute, then grabbed both her fists in my palms. Slowly I pressed down, pushing her to the ground until she was on her knees before. She tried to move, but I held her in place, her energy flowing into my body threw our connection.

"It's over WonderWoman, you stand no chance, and Iâ€™m getting stronger by the second. Before you I was 25 times stronger then Superman, now with your added strength Iâ€™m unstoppable.â€

"I will never surrender to you. I will defeat you"

I released her hands and grabbed her throat lifting her into the air, letting her dangle. She flung her fists at me and kicked me, but now it felt like no more then love taps. I put more pressure into her hands until for a moment she stopped struggling. I dropped her to the floor; I reached my hand down her tight spandex shorts, sliding two large fingers into her tight little pussy. I started to rub her at super speed, instantly her eyes open, she looked at me unable to speak. I rubbed faster and faster, until I felt her explode, her pussy was now dripping wet; I lifted my hand up tearing through her spandex shorts. In a split second I removed my shorts, 12 inch super cock was hard as steel, I grabbed her lush blond hair and lifted her up, listening to her scream in pain, as I slide my hard cock into her tight wet dripping pussy. I grabbed her slender torso and started to pump her in and out harder and harder, her pain turned to moans of pleasure with each pump. I could feel her tight pussy lips squeezing my hard thick cock, progressively growing tighter with each thrust, until she let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure. I released my load into her just as she started to orgasm, for what seemed like eternity her body shock, until finally I felt nothing. My body tingled as I finished absorbing her superpowers. My hard cock was still deep inside her pussy, but she no longer felt tight. I pulled my cock out, released her torso and watched her fall gently to the warehouse floor, exhausted from her mind blowing orgasm. Slowly Wonderwoman stood up, standing in her traditional power stance, a few feet away from me. She slapped my face with her hand as hard as she could.

"OWWW"

She looked down at her hand, burning red, then at my face, with no mark. I lifted my arms into a double bicep pose, flexing my massive guns, and smiling down at her. She moved closer, placing her dainty hands on my massive slams of muscle and tried to compress my biceps down, but nothing happen. I could see sweat pouring down her face, as she struggled to move then even and inch. She quickly realized nothing was happening and fear covered her face. I smiled and started to laugh, she slapped me again in the face.

"OWWW"

"It's over WonderWoman, you are powerless. I have drained all your powers; you are an ordinary woman now. You are nothing, weak as a kitten"

Suddenly the door open, and two men enter, Paulie and Jackson. Both were well built, the size of body builders, standing over 6 feet each, with rock hard biceps. Neither was as big as I was, but large for a mere mortal. Wonderwoman turned and stared, and as they came clearer into the light, she realized both were career criminals she put away 3 years ago for murder. They both walked towards us standing behind me.

"Hello Boys, as promised, here is Wonderwoman. She has been stripped of her powers, so do as you please with her."

Paulie walked towards her, Wonderwoman quickly threw a punch at his face, but his quick reflexes easily caught her dainty fist. He stated to squeeze and she let out a scream of pain and fell to her knees. Her body was still flawlessly beautiful, but her powers gone. She stood no match for two super steroid enhanced body builders. It only took Paulie a moment to realize she was powerless. He held her by on hand has he ripped off his shorts and let his hard 9 inch cock free. Pushing her to the ground, he quickly slide his hard cock in her tight warm pussy and started to pump as hard as he could. I walked away laughing, as Paulie and Jackson raped her repeatedly. Wonderwoman was never heard from again, she became their sex slave.

Meanwhile, Candace went to have some fun of her own. She walked down to the basement room where Superman lay crawled up in the corner. He lay in the corner, only in spandex boxers, his costume having been removed, since he no longer was a real Superman compared to John. His body healed from the beating I gave him, his muscles looked in perfect physical shape. She wore only her tight pink bikini, showing off her amazingly tight little body.

â€œSo youâ€™re the mighty Superman?â€ she asked as she walked into the room, strolling up to him and stroking his black hair. He looked up at her; she grabbed a lock of his hair and pulled him up. He stood up, much taller then her, she grabbed his arms and pushed him back against the wall, rubbing her knee into his crotch. He pushed her off, shoving her across the room with his hand, she hit the wall with a loud thud, and it cracked. To his surprise she quickly stood up, walked over to him, reached down into his spandex boxers and grabbed his soft cock and began to stroke it, first slow then faster and faster until she was moving her hand at super speed on his cock making him hard. In moments his 12 inch cock stood at attention, poking through the top of his boxers. She removed the boxers and then the chain from his neck. He could easily have removed the chain, but feared his punishment. She grabbed his cock and started to jerk him off, faster and faster, he panted loudly, as she moved her hands up and down his super cock at light speed. Moaning like crazy he didnâ€™t last long under pressure as she jerked him off until he busted all over his chest. She rubbed her hands across his cum covered chest, sliding his cum into her mouth. She lowered her hands back to his semi hard cock and started to jerk him off again, making him hard in seconds, except this time she dropped to her knees, taking his cock into her mouth, sucking him off, moving her tongue at super speed up and down his shaft, Superman moaned in lust, his hands came to rest on her head, guiding her head up and down as she bobbed down on his rock hard cock. Superman tried desperately to keep him self from busting her in her mouth, but he had never had a blow job like this, not with such force. He quickly lost control of his super cock, shooting her load into her mouth. She swallowed his entire load of super cum, and then slid her body back. Superman looked exhausted; he had cum twice in less then 10 minutes, letting off two super orgasms. Candace stood up, grabbing his cock and lifted him up, pushing his huge body against the concrete wall. She again rubbed her knee into his swollen semi hard cock, making him moan. She quickly removed her pink bikini bottoms; her tight pussy was dripping wet, aching to get a hold of some cock. She turned, hovered slightly off the ground, and backed her ass into his crotch, her nether lips brushing the edge of his semi hard cock. As her lips touched, she felt his cock jump; Superman felt it too, as he was suddenly rock hard again. She pushed her super body down, sliding his rock hard package into her tight wet pussy. They both let out as soft moan, as Candace started to use her powers of flight to slide her pussy up and down Supermanâ€™s rod. The mansion started to shake as she slammed her body down on his cock harder and harder, Superman moaned louder, unable to control him self. Candace pulled him off the wall, forcing his body horizontal to the ground, her knees pushed into the concrete floor has she road his cock. His moans grew louder; she could feel his cock grow firmer, harder, thicker inside her tight pussy. She squeezed her new super powered pussy muscles tighter around his swollen cock; he let out a loud moan, and then busted his load into her waiting pussy. At the same moment she let go with a massive mind blowing orgasm, just has she had with John. Both of their bodies shook uncontrollably until she finally rolled off his swollen cock and let her body fall next to his. For a moment there was silence, Candace stood up quickly, feeling refreshed. Superman was a bit slower, unsteady as he rose. He stepped back a foot turned and gave his traditional power stance, staring at Candace. She looked him up and down, and then moved towards him, grabbing his swollen cock in her hand, she squeezed. Superman screamed in pain, as
â€œRAOâ€. Candace let go, Superman grabbed her hand with both his hands, she let him move it away. He released her and backed away, but she stepped closer, grabbing his hands, she squeezed both of them, she exerted only a little pressure when she felt his hands grow weaker, his bones start to crack, until the room filled with his screams of pain.

â€œRAOâ€¦NO PLEASE YOUâ€™RE HURTING MEâ€

Candace released him, he fell backwards, blood dripping down both his hands. His eyes rolled back in his head as he collapsed to the floor. I heard his screams of pain, and in an instant I was in the room. Candace stood by the door laughing at the weak pathetic so called man of steel, lying prostrate on his knees, his hands bloody crying in pain. I walked over and grabbed him, lifting him into the air; I flew him to his Fortress of Solitude for my meeting with Super girl.

Super girl looked much like our goddess Candace, standing 5'8 inches, maybe 120lbs of rock hard solid muscles. She had blonde hair which sparkled in the yellow sun which gave Kryptonians their super powers. Her bright blue eyes, flawless skin, and 34DD tits with nipples that could cut glass, she made any fitness model jealous. She had been off planet on a mission for NASA for a few weeks, and had return to the Fortress of Solitude to check in, and get some rest. She entered the main chamber, and immediately her eyes locked on Superman, sitting naked except for a speedo in the corner of the room, rolled up in a ball. She moved at super speed towards him, standing over him in a split second

"Kal-El? What happen? Who did this?" she asked, her voice shaking in disbelief and doubt.

"I did Supergirl"

I announced as I walked into the door way, wearing Supermanâ€™s spandex costume. The huge â€œSâ€ stretching tightly over my hard massive chest. The blue and red shimmered brightly against the ice. A split second later she was in front of me, her hand clutching my throat, lifting me into the air above her, my feet dangling slighty of the ground. I gave her no resistance, just made myself dead weight. She looked me up and down, examining my hard, tightly sculpted body, admiring my cut, and super ripped muscles. Superman watched from the corner, too fearful to speak up, scared of another beating. A second later she dropped me; I landed on my back to make it look real. She reached down towards me with her right hand in a fist, and I quickly grabbed it, and slowly started to put my strength into it, suddenly the sound of her knuckles cracking rang through the chamber, she screamed in anguish and pain, trying to pull away her hand from my grip. Fear gripped her face, as she struggled with all her might to get free of my hand. She broke free and stepped back, swung a punch right at my abs, it actually hurt for a moment and was enough to make me double over with pain. I straightened up, a nice red mark was left on my abs. Supergirl looked confused, she glanced around, I suspect she was using her X-ray vision to look for Kryptonite. She had probably expected to see me splattered against the far wall, but instead I was simply standing in front of her with the same grin on my face. I returned her punch with a sharp jab at her exposed stomach. Apparently, my punch hit her at least as hard as hers had hit me, for she doubled over in pain again. Her legs buckled, almost dropping her to her knees. I clasped my hands together and smashed them down on the back of her head before she could regain her balance and straighten up. The blow knocked her down the rest of the way, onto her knees. She swung at me from her knees, knocking my hard thick thighs, taking me off my feet. Before I could get back up to my feet, a ton of ice landed on my back. At least, that was what it felt like, as Supergirl pounced on my back, her fists thundering into the back of my head with all of the speed and power of a jackhammer, driving my face into the floor, making my ears ring. As I saw the ice floor crack from the impacts of my face, I started seeing stars. I shook off the stars, flexing my back and arms upwards letting her fly backwards off me into the far wall, I turned to see her drop to her knees. Quickly regaining my feet, I seized the initiative and charged at her again. Still on her knees, she swung at me again. This time, I blocked her swing with one arm. I then brought my other fist down on the top of her head. That knocked her all the way down to the floor. . She lunged at me from the floor, wrapping her arms around me and driving me down to the floor on my ass. Then, she jumped onto me and punched me in the head, making my eyes roll. I shock my head, clearing it, and then regained my senses. Supergirl continued her attack, throwing punches at my head and torso, but I slowly felt myself growing stronger. I tried to block the flurry of punches, but some of them got through, though they didn't hurt as much as her earlier punches had. I managed to get a knee into her stomach, knocking her off of me. Shaking my head to clear again I stood back up, I saw that Supergirl was still down on the floor. She looked up at me both with surprise, pain, and maybe even a little fear, in her eyes. Before she could get back up to her feet, I drew back a foot and kicked her, catching the point of her chin. It completely lifted her off of the floor and sent her spinning head over heels across the room, until she slammed against the far ice wall which cracked, proving to be no match for her slender Kryptonian body.

I knew I was 25 times stronger then Superman, but I surprised by the beating and fight Supergirl was putting up. The rumors that she must have been stronger then her older cousin must have been true because she came to Earth later, her muscles had developed in a harsher environment of the red sun, making her more powerful. But I wasn't through with the Supergirl just yet. A single bound took me across the room to where she lay. Supergirl was on the floor amid a pile of rubble, struggling to rise up to her feet. I rushed over to her side before she could get up. Reaching down with my left hand and grabbing a handful of her golden tresses, I yanked her up to her knees. She looked up at me and her eyes opened wide in surprise, but she was too stunned to do any more. I made a fist as I drew my right hand well behind my ear. Her eyes opened even wider as she tried to bring up her hands to shield her face from my impending blow. My fist beat her hands to her face, hitting her right on the chin. The impact sounded like a cannon going off, as it lifted her completely off of her knees, swinging her entire body back. Only my hold on her hair kept her body from flying across the room. As her body swung back towards me, I hit her again, this time right in the mouth. Her silky golden hair slipped through my grasp, releasing her body to go sailing across the room and slamming into, and through, another ice wall.

Looking at my fist, I saw that my knuckles were glowing red-hot from the impact against Supergirl's invulnerable face. Supergirl was definitely feeling some pain; I heard her groaning as she tried to extricate herself from the wall. She had hit feet-first, buried up to her waist in the thick ice wall, her head hanging out about a foot above the floor. Walking up to her and standing over her, I grabbed her hair again and lifted her head up, placing it between my thighs in a vise-like grip. I placed her head between my Super enhanced thighs as I squeezed my legs together with my newly enhanced super strength, I felt her body shudder for a couple of seconds between my thighs before it went completely limp. Opening my legs I left her body fall limp to the floor, and then lifted her up throwing her across the room again into another wall of ice she was completely out. I walked over and grabbed her golden hair in one hand; I easily pulled her out of the wall. I lifted her body high over my head until her feet were dangling above the floor, I studied Supergirl's body. She looked so delicate and fragile in her sleep, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open to reveal her perfect teeth, her arms hanging limply against her young and voluptuous body in the skin-tight costume, her shimmering hair cascading over her shoulders. Thrilled to see the most powerful female in the world helpless in my grasp, I slammed Supergirl down over a knee and threw an uppercut into her stomach. She flew across the room and slammed into the ice wall on the other side, as she collapsed onto the floor like a rag doll. The blow, only served to wake up the Girl of Steel. Moaning softly, she came back to life as I once again walked to stand over her. Reaching down to grab her golden hair again, I yanked her back up to her feet. Amazingly, she still had some fight left in her. Her arms went around my legs and she pulled me off of my feet. I landed on top of her, but she quickly rolled us over, banging my head hard on the floor, until I was on my back, with her on top of me. I tried to push her off of me, at first I couldn't break out of the grip of her Kryptonian arms. A split second later I flipped her up; she landed hard on her back, her head banging the ice, cracking it, my huge muscular body now on top of her slim figure.

Through the spandex I could feel my cock growing harder until finally ripped threw. She shook her head, I grabbed her wrists and held her down, pushing my cock against her spandex, harder and harder until it easily broke the cloth. The edge of my hard cock felt her never lips which here moist. I slide my cock around, making her moister, until she felt wet. I pressed myself inside her, her nether lips trying to resist my rock hard cock, but it was no use, I was either too strong or she just needed my cock inside her. Her resistance grew weaker and weaker until finally she gave in my cock slide deep inside her tight wet pussy, she let out a soft moan as I started to rhythmically pump, pushing into her tight pussy faster and harder each time. I started to pump harder and harder, my cock growing harder with each pump, Supergirl moaned softly, her pussy grew tighter, her muscles started tense up, she wrapped her long legs around my torso has I continued to pump her harder and harder. She tried hard to brace her slender body against my large torso, I started to pump her at super speed, my cock pushing deeper and deeper inside her. She began to pant, and moan louder, Superman watched from the corner in disgust as I fucked his super cousin. She started to squeeze her pussy muscles tighter and tighter, her moans of pleasure grew louder, I could feel the pressure building in my cock, as I finally busted my load of super enhanced cum into her waiting pussy. She let out a loud moan, shattering ice just as I busted, finally coming to her own super orgasm. For a moment there was silence, and then all the sudden I felt pain, and weakness as Supergirl squeezed her pussy muscles again, I yelled in pain as I pulled my swollen cock out of her, falling backwards onto my ass. She stood up at once, and took her power stance looking down at me. I felt my body changing, shrinking, my muscles felt tired and weak, and my body now started to shrink back to before I robbed Superman of his powers. My biceps got smaller, my tummy and chest less chiseled. My entire body was mortal again, she had taken all my powers. She was now nearly fifty times stronger then any Kryptonian.

"I feel so strong, so powerful"

I grabbed her wrist with both my hands but could not move it, I was powerless as she flung me across the room, slamming my massive body through another ice wall. In a moment she was standing above me, my head was spinning I was so confused, fifteen minutes ago I had beaten her senseless, and then fucked her, and now she was tossing me around like a rag doll. I realized I still had superpowers as the crash did not kill me, but she was far stronger then before. She watched me with her super X-ray vision from the other room; I quick got up, and ran for the door, but Supergirl easily caught me, grabbing my cape and lifting me into the air, flying at super speed we were in moments standing the grand galley of my mansion. At the far end of the long galley room Candace lay on a bed of white sheets and roses, surrounded my 20 buff men, each fanning her or amusing her in some way.

"Help me, its Super......"

Before I could finish the sentence, a swift hand smacked my head, sending me flying across the floor.

"Who the fuck are you suppose to be?â€ Supergirl announced as she stared at Candace laying in the center of the bed surrounded by her sex slaves.

Candace stood up, her white see through robe, made her body shimmer in the morning sun. She walked towards Supergirl, and mimicked the girl of steel with a power stance of her own. Her body was equally as amazing as Supergirl. Both super ladies bodies were the envy of all women. Supergirl started to laugh and took a swing at Candaceâ€™s mid section, and suddenly to everyoneâ€™s amazement, she sent Candace flying backwards at super speed into the far wall. Supergirl watched as Candace slowly stood up, brushing the dust off her clothes, then in a split second she was in front of her again, and landed another solid punch into her abs, causing Candace to double over in pain. Supergirl clasped her hands together and banged them down on her back, bringing Candace to her knees before her.

"Did you really think you could beat me? Iâ€™m Super girl, Iâ€™m a Kryptonian youâ€™re a human, your as weak as a kitten to me, this is to easy" Supergirl announced out loud as she laughed at the situation.

Candace stood up, and threw a punch at her face, but Supergirl caught it in her hand, and started to squeeze, she threw another punch and Supergirl caught that too, she pushed Candace down on her knees again. Fear filled Candace's face as Supergirl tightened her grip on crushing her foes hands, then Candace felt different, a spark of energy. Supergirl suddenly felt her foes hands grow harder, she put more pressure down but suddenly she stopped crushing them as Candaceâ€™s fists grew denser. The look of fear vanished off Candaceâ€™s face, as she slowly smiled and looked up at the shocked Supergirl. Supergirl struggled even more, her face showing signs of anguished as she used all her strength to crush Candace's hands and keep her on her knees, but Candace slowly started to rise, resisting Supergirl â€˜strength, forcing her hands back, then flipping her wrists. Candace grabbed both her wrists, Supergirl tried desperately to pull away but it was no use. Candace pressed her razor sharp thumb nails into Supergirlâ€™s wrists, blood dripped

"OWW". Candace grabbed Supergirlâ€™s biceps, holding her arms down next to her body, she pulled her closer, the two super girlâ€™s dense bodies came closer, until each others nipples touched, and then their bosoms pressed against each other. For a moment nothing happen, then Candace pulled tighter and suddenly Supergirlâ€™s super tits started to compress against Candaceâ€™s larger denser boobs. Supergirl started to gasp for air, as Candace pulled her tighter, squeezing her weakened body, and finally dropping her to the floor. Supergirl lay on the floor looking up, her body throbbing in pain. Fear breaking her words she asked:

"What are you going to do to me?"

Candace started to laugh has she disappeared at super speed and then returned, holding a needle and syringe. She walked towards Supergirl lifting her in the air by her throat, she slide her razor sharp nail along Super girls wrist, and watched as red blood droplets fell to the floor. Supergirl groaned in pain, her eyes rolling at the sight of her own blood. Candace jabbed the syringe into the open wound. She then tossed the syringe in one direction and dropped the weaken Supergirl to the floor. I stood up, walking towards the middle of the room, Candace return to her bed of roses, and Supergirl lay prostrate at her feet.

â€œI donâ€™t get it? How did you just beat Supergirl? She just robbed me of my Superpowers, and?â€

Before I could finish Candace spoke: "Youâ€™re free to go now Supergirl" she said. . Supergirl stood up, her wound healed instantly; she slowly backed away from Candace, not feeling any effects of what just happen. Candace looked in my direction and winked, and I slowly walked towards Supergirl. She took a swing at me landing it square in my gut, I doubled over in pain. I slowly stood up, and clenched all my body tight, my stomach forming a dense web of muscles, and braced myself for another punch. This time it hurt less, I didn't doubt over, but now Supergirl backed away from me slowly, then fell backwards to her ass. I walked over and lifted her up into a firemanâ€™s carry, throwing her over my shoulder and carried her from the room. I threw her on the bed in the next room; her face was covered in fear. I stripped out of my Superman costume, my body was covered in a thin layer of sweat from the heat in the room, making my muscles shine. Even through I had shrunk back to my pre-super self I could still make any Mr. Olympia proud. I no longer felt super, I couldnâ€™t fly, and didnâ€™t have X-ray vision, I was like those 20 men Candace had as sex slaves, just a big mortal with muscles. I climbed on the bed and ripped off her red boots. I moved my fingers under her skirt, over her wet pussy. She grabbed my wrist and squeeze, trying to remove it but it was no use, her superpowers didnâ€™t respond. Her touch felt like that of a normal woman. I tore off her skirt, exposing her tight pussy. I started to slide my fingers slowly inside, making her wet, she squeezed her pussy around them. I removed my fingers, and slide my hard cock against her nether lips, pressing the tip against her. I climbed on top of her, grabbing her wrists and holding them tightly to the sheets, pressing my rock hard cock against her pussy lips, I slide it around softly and then pushed it deep inside her, she let out a yelp, and I felt a bit of pain as her pussy tightened around my cock but as I pumped my cock deeper and deeper inside her the pain disappeared. Supergirl started to moan like last time, her legs wrapping around my legs as I pressed deeper into her pussy. I could feel her squeeze her pussy tighter once more as soft moans came from her mouth, her body tightened, she squeezed her pussy with all her strength, my swollen cock only grew harder. She then let out a deafening yell as she released her orgasm on my cock, her pussy was so tight I lost control and blew my load inside her. As I released my load inside her tight pussy I felt a warm sensation cover my body, my muscles grew tighter, harder, larger. I kept pumping her feeling my body grow. After a moment I pulled out, and stood back, Supergirl was lying on the bed in front of me, I looked at the mirror, I was huge. My body was larger now then it had even been. My biceps had swelled to 27 inches, my chest was slabs upon slabs of muscle, my abs rigid eight pack and razor sharp. I was a god, bigger then any super hero or human on the planet, no body was more cut and hard then mine. Supergirl reached her hand out and grabbed my swollen 12 inch cock and squeezed, but I felt nothing. She stood up, and grabbed my arms trying to compress them, but nothing happen. Candace walked into the room and smiled.

â€œYou can thank me later.â€

â€œWhat?â€

I walked over to her, reaching out my hand to grab her neck at super speed, but to my surprise she caught my wrist in mid air and squeezed, pressing my entire body down bring me to my knees.

â€œWhat the fuck?â€

â€œJohn, do you think Iâ€™m stupid. I know all about â€œSuperchargedâ€ I have known about it all along. I worked for the lab which developed it. See its simple; you were my test subject, a weak no, nothing, who I created into a muscle god. I didnâ€™t think my research would work like this, I only wanted a super soldier serum to sell to the military, but instead I got something better. Some of my assumptions were right some wrong. The original formula called for one pill a day for a month to give doses of strength increase. Mike had been taking the pills at my direction for onver a year, with only minimal increases in results. When I saw you kick the shit out of him, I knew it had to be my formula. When you told me you swallowed an entire bottle I re-did my calculations and realized that instead of a small dose which would give minimal increase in strength, the whole bottle would work like a strength absorber. You were able to drain the strength and muscle mass of all those male body builders and wrestlers, starting with Mike. By then I knew of your supply, and I had made some minor adjustments to the formula, so when you fought Superman, you were easily able to drain him, but his Kryptonian body was able to resist you from taking his mass.â€

â€œThis doesnâ€™t explain how you beat Supergirl just now?â€

â€œRemember your little celebration after beating Superman? That wild night of sex we had. Well you just donâ€™t pay attention, because see when you shot your load of warm hot cum into my waiting pussy, you passed some of your super nutrients into me as well. Then you gave me the perfect incubation chamber in the basement, Superman himself. I perfected the formula again, and then used the man of steel as a true sex slave. See I would let Superman into the sun each day, re-charge him, then fuck his super cock again and again, each time draining his powers into me. I changed the formula again, and realized I made a small mistake, after you drained Wonderwoman. See the original formula allowed for morphing powers, but not stripping them. Well when you crushed Wonderwoman and drained her, I realized my mistake, problem was you didnâ€™t return and take another monthâ€™s supply of the pills like you had before each battle; instead you went right for Supergirl. In Supergirlâ€™s case the formula reversed itself and drained you of your powers.â€

â€œWhile you fought Supergirl, and raped her I changed the formula once more, and this last time when I fucked Superman, instead of using him as a super power penis pump I drained him one last time, he is now an ordinary human, like Wonder Woman. When Supergirl kicked your ass, and then came for me I just played along, giving her a false sense of triumph, I could easily have killed her in a split second. The injection she took was a reverse formula, when she orgasm it stripped, morphed and drains her of her powers giving them to you. Now you will serve me, as I have made you only fifty times stronger then a Kryptonian.â€

Candace walked over, and squeezed Super girlâ€™s hand, the sound of bones being crushed filled the room as Supergirl screamed in pain.

â€œYou are free to go now Supergirlâ€

Bleach: Power That Defies The Gods

kingofring — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 19:14:23 +0000

Pulled away from the slight safety of her own room in the incredibly large Las Noches palace, the young red-headed woman let out a small whimper as she was pulled along by a man whose sanity was definitely under question - short pink hair framing his face and a set of white glasses that were once part of a mask resting on the bridge of his nose defined him, with an eternal, knowing smirk etched onto his face like glyphs in stone. In response he simply ignored her, pulling her after him as he descended a flight of stairs, eventually reaching another corridor in this maze of a palace - the only difference to this one was that it had a green door instead of the normal white, with a simple label on the front that read the word 'laboratory' on it. His smirk widening ever so slightly he pushed his way through, and threw the young damsel against a table, where his minions - masked freaks who only barely looked human, all clad in white as was everyone else in the palace - held her down. She let out a yell of pain as they slammed her rather hard against the table, and held her wrists rather tightly, though none in this room seemed to care.

"Now now, this won't do at all! How do you expect me to carry out my experiment if you keep fighting against it? If you're not careful, something bad could happen..." his voice was both very casual and sarcastic, an obvious threat laced into his words. Rooting in a drawer for a moment he extracted what looked to be a syringe, the sharp needle reflected in the young teenage girl's chocolate eyes as she gazed, scared of the item. Her entire body tensed involuntarily as she gazed, transfixed upon it. But the pink-haired scientist caught this look, and the smirk he gave showed he found a slight pleasure in this fear of hers. "Don't be so tense, my dear, I only intend to prick you with this needle of mine..." the disturbing comment had a profound effect on her, and she felt disgusted as she looked at him. As he neared she attempted to fight against the minions who held her, but to no use - she was tough for a human, she had even been trained to a black-belt level by her friend Tatsuki, but even so she was no match for a Hollow, much less a group of Arrancar.

In but a moment he had closed the distance, and now stood over her, the needle waving back and forth in his hand.To her it was an impending doom, something she was to be frightened of but had no chance of preventing. She was weak, too weak to fight against it, too weak to stop it. Against her wishes one of the Arrancar tore apart her right sleeve, exposing her peachy flesh to the cold air of the laboratory. She tensed again, and the man who held the needle simply smirked. With not a care for her he pushed the needle in, before injecting her with some serum within the syringe that Orihime had no clue as to the nature off. In that moment she let out a high-pitched cry, but calmly and without the slightest reaction to the cry he pulled the needle back out.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked rhetorically, but Orihime couldn't have answered back anyway - moments after the injection she felt a numbness spread throughout her entire body, encouraging the minions to release her before stepping far back, and she began to simply lie on the table like a corpse, her eyes gazing skyward and wide open. Her mouth opened slightly in an unsightly way, but no words came out. This stillness was not for long though as soon she began to convulse, letting out scream after scream as pain ripped through her, her body leaping by itself in a disturbing manner.

"You're probably wondering why I did all of this, so allow me to explain..." Szayel spoke, despite the convulsions of his victim, and the fact that her screams constantly sounded out. Ignoring it all though in his calm, intellectual manner however he continued to speak. "As Aizen told you, your power is not simply to reverse time or heal, but to reject all manner of phenomena. It's an incredible power, and I desire to study it...".

The screams became louder and louder as her body tensed and relaxed and jumped around uncontrollably, her eyes shutting in fear while the pain erupted through her body like a volcano. Without a care in the world the scientist brushed aside a stray strand of hair in his face before directing his finger towards her, pointing her out as she convulsed.

"My first question was 'Can I use it to make someone stronger?'" he announced, his smirk growing ever so slightly as a little more dramatic passion entered his voice, a flamboyancy showing through. "Think about it - If it can reject phenomenon, then what about the phenomenon of weakness? If it can defy the Gods, it's power must be greater! Think of it - Incredible strength with no weakness! A flawless being! Don't you think such power is incredible?!" he grinned as his speech became full of drama, of passion, like the voice of a theatrical actor. His head shot back as laughter sounded out, mingling with the tortured screams of his object of research. But soon a crash met his ears, and looking back to the table he could see Orihime, now on all fours, having fallen off the table. But the table now looked twisted, broken. And Orihime, he noted, was now straining against the fabric of her white dress.

"It works... It works! My experiment is a success! She's eliminating the weakness, she's-!" his voice cut off however as she now let out a terribly bestial roar, the likes of which stunned Szayel to the bone. He froze, watching her for a moment as she began to rise, the back of her outfit ripping apart. Her once slender arms were now growing, becoming more toned and strong like Grimmjow's, but in a matter of moments they expanded outwards beyond that, to the point that her biceps must have become as thick as cannonballs, her forearms likewise expanding to match. Her shoulders bulked up to accommodate this new weight in her arms, and her neck muscles likewise grew. Leaning back the front of her outfit now burst apart as her already generous bust size grew in accordance to the wide chest she had, becoming what could only be described as P-Cup size. Her abdomen gained thick muscle, with a six-pack that really looked as tough as steel, if not far tougher. Her entire upper body had lost clothing, save for her black bra that was putting up a losing battle against her bust.

Her lower body was not excluded, however - Her thighs had exploded outwards with dense muscle, quickly matching her arms in growth if not becoming bigger. A strong hand ripped open the side of her skirt to give her legs freedom, the two now spreading apart slightly to give themselves room. Her calves had likewise toughened up to support her now seven-foot, incredibly muscular frame. Her orange hair flowed wildly around her, and her chocolate eyes stared at Szayel, who was in shock not just because of her size, but that fact that she was still growing.

"Aaah!" she let out as her muscles continued to ripple and bulge outwards, her height shooting up quickly as the growth process sped up. In moments her muscles had expanded to the point that her arms were as thick as the pillars holding up the room, while her legs were even greater, becoming thicker than oak tree trunks. Her chest expanded across as her shoulder blades grew, her bust leaping up in size proportionally and snapping the bra, which stood no chance resisting the force. Her abdominal muscles expanded as well, now looking tough enough to take anything a tank could dish out. Her head grew slightly, but only in order to stay proportional.

In a panic Szayel shot a Bala blast from his fist, the red energy crackling as it was fired, the incredibly fast blast zooming towards her. But despite his attempt it was taken head-on, bursting against her abdomen as though he had thrown a pebble at a mountain. She now towered over all within the laboratory, and without warning her head crashed through the ceiling, rubble and stone falling down and crushing the minions of Szayel while the scientist himself was only barely able to escape.

'No! No! This can't be happening! Don't tell me... Not only is she using her Soten Kesshun to reject weakness, but her Santen Kesshun is turning her body into a shield that rejects attacks? This is worse than imagined... She's becoming a Goddess!' he thought to himself as he ran, only to trip and fall. Turning back towards her he could see the bright blue sky of Las Noches' dome behind her, almost eclipsed by her massive form. How huge had she become? Fifty meters? Sixty meters? Seventy? Her muscles had become even greater in size, to the point that even the smallest seemed to dwarf his laboratory. Her breasts had swelled immensely to match, becoming like mountains of flesh, and her clothes completely gone. She was growing at an incredible rate, and as she looked down, he noted he must have looked like a flea to her. Letting out a scream he met his end as her monumental foot crushed him underneath, disposing of him thoroughly.

Looking down on herself the titanic woman smiled a little, a stray finger stroking her perfect, immense, incredibly strong body in an almost sensual manner. Her chocolate eyes fell in love with the sight of her body, and she allowed her digit to explore it and see just how changed she had become. Bringing her hand up to her chest she cupped one of her breasts, the hand nowhere near covering it.

"Mmmm... I don't reject... This body..."