science transformation

The Superior Machine

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

The Superior Machine
by Marknew and Steve the Z

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

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

Nancy stared at the machine.

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

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

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

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

“It is?” Nancy said, clearly confused.

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

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

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

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

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

David laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘POWER ON’ a mechanical voice said.

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

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

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

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

‘SELECTING PRIMARY SUBJECT’

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

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

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

Startled, Nancy emitted a small scream.

“Oh! What’s that, David? It tickles!”

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

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

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

‘SELECTING SECONDARY SUBJECT’ the metallic voice intoned.

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

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

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

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

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

He was interrupted by the machine’s programmed voice.

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

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

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

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

“What is it? What’s wrong David?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-yes!”

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

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

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

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

“Gulp!” David gulped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wh-what!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ow...” David cried.

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

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

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

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

“There! Finished!” she said.

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

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

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

“Huh? About what?”

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

“M-meaning?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good.”

Nancy marched back to his machine, flicked it on.

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

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

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

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

‘AUGMENTATION PROCESS COMPLETE’

The machine cycled off.

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

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

“Are you....?” he began.

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

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

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

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

David started shaking in fear.

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

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

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

“How did you know....?” he started.

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

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

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

The Family that (Doesn't) Grow Together

marknew742 — Sun, 11 Oct 2009 11:51:53 +0000

The Family that (Doesn't) Grow Together

By Marknew and Steve the Z

An engineer invents an augmentation chamber to make his wife and him the most powerful beings on the planet.

Prologue

My wife, Sophia, and I have for years been a somewhat discontented couple. Not with each other, but with our lot in life. I am an inventor, an engineer by training, and maybe a a dreamer, but a seriously practical dreamer. I have never been happy to work for others. I have dreamed of creating something new and marvelous, something all my own, something that would make us rich and powerful.

I have developed many new devices. But because of bad luck, poor legal advice and rapacious business partners, I have achieved little of my ambition after nearly fifteen years of work.

My wife has always managed the details of our lives to maximize my opportunities for work. She has been always my able assistant, the procurer of the materials I need for my projects. She handles my correspondence and cooks our meals. She is as disappointed as I am that as we reach our mid-thirties we still live in the same small house on the same unimpressive street where we started our marriage.

Now I have taken a different course of action, with my wifeâ€™s full participation. It may not make us rich quickly, but it will make us powerful. My new invention, the augmentation chamber, will make us the biggest, strongest and healthiest persons in the world. This invention will not be sold; it is for our use alone and I will destroy it after we complete our augmentation. But thanks to it, fame, glory and power will come to us as we dominate the sports and entertainment worlds.

Today my wife and I will enter the augmentation chamber. Although the chamber will remain a secret I will record my observations, for the sake of science. After all, history is being made.

Before our first treatment, I was six feet tall, weighed 195 pounds, and was moderately muscular. My wife was 5â€™1â€ tall, weighed less then a hundred pounds and was thin, fragile and physically rather weak. According to my calculations, the augmentation rays will interact with our bodily tissues, most noticeably our bones and muscles, but also on our other systems, increasing their size, their efficiency and their effectiveness. As I am larger than Sophia and will absorb more of the rays than she will, the effect on me will be proportionally greater, but we both will benefit significantly. I will become the strongest living being on the planet, the most powerful man ever in history, and she will become a lovely, fit and very strong girl.

My hands shook with excitement as I activated the process and we stepped into the chamber for the very first time. The world would look very different when we left in just three minutes time.

When we stepped outside, to my enormous surprise, my readings remained unchanged, but Sophiaâ€™s height had increased from 5â€™1â€ to 5â€™2 1/2â€, and she now weighed 106 pounds.

â€œOh my!â€ she said, looking at the readout. â€œIt looks like you havenâ€™t grown at all, Darling, even though I have. What happened?â€

â€œIâ€™m not sure,â€ I said, carefully reviewing the logs that recorded the radiation emitted during the first treatment. â€œThe spectral profile is within the expected parameters although it is possible that a fluctuation in the conversion derivatives interrupted the actual dispersion of the radiation.â€

â€œOh dear! That sounds serious. Has that ever happened before?â€

â€œWell ... no. As you must recall, each trial had worked perfectly on the mice.â€

â€œYes, I remember! Dear little Mina and Gina! It was so cute when you buffed the little critters up! By the end of your experiments they got so big and strong that they drove away that awful cat next door! I was so sad you had to put them down, although I did understand.â€

â€œYes,â€ I said, recalling with a shudder just how much cyanide I ended up having to use in order to kill those repeatedly augmented mice.

â€œWell, the important thing is how it works on you and me!â€ Sophia pointed at her feet. â€œI donâ€™t really feel any different, and Iâ€™m still a lot smaller than you are, but my cuffs are above my ankles now, so I KNOW Iâ€™m a bit taller already, even without the instruments on your machine! I guess that dispersion thingee thatâ€™s worrying you was just on your side. Poor Honey! You must be very disappointed not to have grown.â€

â€œWell, yes I am.â€ I said, glancing at my own shoes with the cuffs in their usual position. â€œIt is very strange, but obviously just a temporary setback. Iâ€™ll reinforce the buffers to ensure a more consistent flow.â€

â€œThat sounds great.â€

She watched me for awhile and then walked around the lab, straightening the papers I had left in my usual disordered piles.

â€œOK!â€ I said. â€œDone!â€

â€œGreat! Do you think it will work on you now?â€ she asked.

â€œYes, I do.â€ I said. â€œLetâ€™s try it again!â€

â€œOh yes!â€ she replied and took my hand as we entered the booth a second time, waited the three minutes it took the augmentation rays to take our bodies to the next level of improvement, then stepped out when the â€˜COMPLETEDâ€™ chime sounded..

Now the readouts indicated that Sophia was 5â€™4â€ tall and weighed 119 pounds. I was the same as before. My statistics had not changed in any respect whatsoever.

â€œAgain only me.â€ she said. â€œLook, you can see my calves now!â€

Sofiaâ€™s jeans had risen enough to show the bottoms of her shapely calves.

â€œAnd look at this!â€ she continued, flexing her right bicep, which was now the size of a lemon. â€œMy armâ€™s not soft and skinny anymore!â€

â€œYouâ€™ve gained some muscle mass.â€ I said, looking her over.

â€œIt feels good,â€ she said. â€œIt makes me feel more â€“ substantial!â€

I laughed. â€œThatâ€™s a strange way of putting it! You have always had substance. Having more of it than before should not lead to a different perception.â€

â€œHmm, maybe.â€ she said. â€œBut I can tell you itâ€™s true!â€™

Sophia kept flexing her arm, looking at her new small bicep and playing with it. I reached out and touched it. I was surprised at how hard it felt.

â€œWell, the augmentation rays are certainly working on you exactly as specified. I donâ€™t understand why they havenâ€™t augmented me too.â€

â€œYes, itâ€™s really strange, honey. Youâ€™re such a great inventor, except that your machine isnâ€™t working on you!â€

I opened a control panel, found some relays that seemed to be stuck closed, and sprayed them with a lubricating agent.

â€œThat must have been the problem.â€ I said as the relays popped open. â€œNow we can try again!â€

â€œGood!â€ Sophia said. â€œI canâ€™t wait. Iâ€™m really starting to enjoy this!â€ She stepped forward into the chamber ahead of me, then reemerged, took my hand and we went into the chamber together for try number three.

Three minutes later I was still exactly the same size, while my 5â€™ 5 1/2â€ tall wife now weighed 133 pounds. She looked down at the readings and caressed the glass panel thoughtfully with her forefinger.

â€œIâ€™m catching up to you, Honey,â€ she said playfully. â€œSlowly but surely.â€

â€œWeâ€™ll see about that,â€ I muttered, scratching my head. I opened the panel again and tapped the stubborn relays with a screwdriver. â€œThese things got stuck again!â€

â€œNeed some help?â€ Sophia asked. â€œYou know Iâ€™m good with hand tools.â€

â€œNope, itâ€™s not necessary.â€ I said, closing the panel and turning to her. â€œThere, that should do it.â€

â€œOh, good!â€ she said, clapping her hands surprisingly loudly. â€œI feel SO sorry youâ€™re not getting the same benefit from the machine that I am. I really feel, um, augmented. You know what I mean?â€

â€œWell ... you certainly look ... bigger,â€ I said.

â€œYes, my blouse is definitely getting snug.â€ she said, shrugging her wider shoulders. â€œIt was fourteen new pounds this time and it must have been all muscle! Really solid muscle, you know?â€

I stared at her for a moment, then reopened the panel and sprayed more lubricating fluid on the relays.

â€œWhatâ€™s the matter? Afraid theyâ€™ll stick again?â€

â€œWell ...

â€œIf they do, I may get bigger and you wonâ€™t. Again.â€ Sophia wondered innocently. â€œAre you getting worried about that?â€

I felt my face turn red. â€œNo, of course not.â€ I said. â€œJust making sure, you know, that Iâ€™ve done a thorough job.â€

â€œIâ€™m just teasing you.â€ Sophia said, putting her hand on my shoulder.

â€œI know, of course. I just wish I hadnâ€™t settled on used relays!â€

â€œYou know we donâ€™t have that much money ... yet. These were a lot cheaper. You shouldnâ€™t blame yourself, sweetie. Itâ€™s not your fault.â€

â€œYes, I know. And, used or new, it shouldnâ€™t make a difference, really, once theyâ€™ve been properly lubricated. They have exactly the same physical properties,â€ I said, forcing some confidence into my voice. â€œAll right, letâ€™s try it again. Iâ€™m sure it will work properly now!â€

â€œWell, if youâ€™re sure, then it definitely will!â€

â€œYes, Iâ€™m sure itâ€™s ok now. After you!â€

â€œAll right then.â€ Sophia said. â€œIf you insist!â€

She walked into the chamber, her jeans pulled taut across her rounded, more muscular butt, and I followed her inside.

The emitters discharged the augmentation rays into us for the fourth time, and I waited anxiously to feel something changing within me, but I felt nothing, and when we stepped out after 180 seconds the readout confirmed my forebodings.

â€œWhoops! It happened again!â€ said Sophia, who was now 5â€™7â€ tall and weighed 149 pounds.

The top of her head, which had always come up to just below my chin, was now at the bridge of my nose.

â€œI just donâ€™t understand this.â€ I said, staring at the way her buttons were straining to hold her blouse together across her deeper and surprisingly busty chest.

â€œWhat are you going to do now?â€ she asked. â€œShould we stop for now, so you can do more testing, or even take your machine apart to see whatâ€™s wrong?â€

â€œNo! Iâ€™m going to get this damn thing working NOW if itâ€™s the last thing I do!â€ I said.

â€œGood for you, Darling.â€ Sophia said, flexing a bicep the size of a small orange. â€œI know that with your determination and intellect thereâ€™s nothing you canâ€™t do! But first feel my bicep! See how strong Iâ€™m getting!â€

I gulped, but bravely placed my hand on her bicep. It felt like a velvet covered ball bearing under my palm. The stretch marks in her shirt were also impressive.

â€œMy pants are so tight they feel like theyâ€™re going to split!â€ Sophia said, running her hands across her jeans where they were pulled taut across her rounded thighs. â€œAnd I wore the loosest pants I could find this morning when we started, just as you had suggested, darling. You are so very smart, you know.â€

â€œThank you, Sophia. I like the way your pants look now,â€ I said.

â€œYes, you men always like tight clothes on us girls,â€ Sophia said, â€œso you can see all our curves. I always found them uncomfortable, but it doesnâ€™t feel bad at all now. Must be because of the muscle! I guess Iâ€™m stronger than my clothes!â€

â€œUhm yes,â€ I agreed.

â€œAre you sure you want to try this again so soon?â€ Sophia asked as I re-opened the panel. â€œArenâ€™t you afraid Iâ€™ll get to be as strong as you are, Dearest?â€

â€œThat wonâ€™t happen. I was too much stronger than you were at the start,â€ I said. â€œLook at this! A piece of dust got caught in one of the emitter diode circuits. But Iâ€™ve cleaned them and Iâ€™m sure everything will work right now!â€

â€œReally? OK, youâ€™re still the boss.â€ Sophia said, giving me a look that made me feel strange.

â€œWhat do you mean?â€ I said.

â€œOh ... nothing,â€ she replied. â€œYou are the boss, right?â€

â€œRight! One more try then.â€ I said. â€œIâ€™m sure it will work on me as well this time!â€

â€œWell, then I think so too!â€ Sophia said, as we entered the chamber for the fifth time.

Three minutes passed and we stepped out, accompanied by a ripping noise.

I looked at Sophia, to see that her shoulders had burst through the sleeves of her blouse. Glancing at the readout, I saw she was now 5â€™ 8 1/2â€ tall and weighed 167 pounds, while I STILL remained the same as before.

The top of Sophiaâ€™s head came up to the top of my nose now. As she turned to me, a button popped off her blouse and her chest forced the lapels apart.

â€œOh my, Iâ€™m really outgrowing my clothes now!â€ she said, casually reaching up and tearing the remains of her sleeves off to bare her muscular shoulders. â€œI should have worn a stretchier top I guess!â€ Then she looked closely at me. â€œHey, Iâ€™m almost as tall as you!â€ she said.

â€œNot at all!â€ I said quickly.

â€œOh! I didnâ€™t mean to tease you, Sweetheart.â€ she said contritely, â€œYou poor dear! Youâ€™re still exactly the same as you were this morning. And now I have these!â€

She flexed her arms for me, to show me how much bigger her biceps had grown.

â€œI think theyâ€™re as big as yours!â€ she said, with evident satisfaction. â€œNow I know how it feels to be as strong as a man! And I can tell you, it feels good!â€

Sophia put her hands on her hips. Her shirt had been pulled out of her jeans by her expanded chest, and I could see a two inch slice of her waist exposed beneath the bottom of her shirt. And whenever she moved, I could also see the ridges of her newly developed abdominal muscles around that waist.

â€œThis is driving me crazy!â€ I said. â€œIt makes no sense that the augmentation chamber is only working on you! We both enter the chamber. We stand side by side. We both absorb exactly the same radiation!â€

â€œYes we do, every time,â€ Sophia interrupted me. â€œWe even stand in the same places!â€

A realization suddenly dawned on me.

â€œYes, thatâ€™s right!â€ I said. â€œThe emitters must be crooked, or have somehow fallen out of alignment, and all the radiation is being discharged on your side! That has to be it! Sophia, youâ€™re a genius!â€

She looked down at her hands, modestly, but I grabbed her and waltzed her around the room, then tried to lift her and swing her through the air..

â€œOof!â€ I grunted.

â€œI weigh a hundred and sixty-seven pounds now, donâ€™t forget! Not ninety-five.â€ she said. â€œYour muscles probably expected a lot less weight!â€ she added, charitably.

Then she surprised the heck out of me by lifting ME and swinging ME through the air. It didnâ€™t escape my notice that I still weighed almost thirty pounds more than she did. But then, she was expecting that.

â€œIâ€™m so much stronger now!â€ she said, laughing at my startled expression. â€œMaybe, with all this new muscle, Iâ€™m as strong as you are. After all, you donâ€™t have any of the â€˜augmentedâ€™ muscle. AND, since you started working so hard on our augmentation chamber, you havenâ€™t been doing your exercises either.â€

â€œPerhaps,â€ I said, not rushing to try lifting her again just yet. â€œBut Iâ€™ll be the one doing the lifting next! Letâ€™s change sides and go in again!â€

â€œIf you say so, Darling.â€

So, Sophia went in after me this time, and the cycle started again, with each of us standing on the opposite side.

I was so confident everything had worked that I strode out of the chamber after Sophia when the sequence was complete without even looking at her.

â€œThere!â€ I said, waving my hand at the readout. â€œSee! This time I....I....â€

I spluttered to a confused halt. It couldnâ€™t be. My indicators once again said 6â€™ tall, 195 pounds.

â€œNo.â€ I said, â€œIt canâ€™t be.â€

And then I read Sophiaâ€™s stats.

5â€™10â€ tall, 186 pounds

I stared at her, my mouth gaping. She was only two inches shorter than me now.

â€œTwenty more pounds of muscle.â€ she said, indicating her thighs, over which the seams of her jeans had been split apart by the even larger muscles. â€œAugMENted muscle too!â€ she said, sounding very pleased indeed.

Her cuffs were up to cullotte height, and her calves looked pretty darn strong too.

â€œIâ€™m catching up to you, Sugar.â€ she said in a mockingly warning voice. â€œYou better watch out!â€

â€œThis canâ€™t be.â€ I said. â€œIt should have worked on ME this time!â€

â€œShould have, perhaps, but, obviously, it didnâ€™t.â€ Sophia said, bending down and working her fingers into the gap over her thighs.

â€œWhat are you doing!â€ I asked.

â€œThis!â€ she said, ripping her jeans horizontally, tearing one of the pant legs off with her fingers, ripping it inch by inch around her upper thighs.

â€œMy god,â€ I said. â€œHow can you tear that cloth so easily!â€

â€œOh, it feels just like tearing thin cardboard.â€ Sophia said, continuing her savage tailoring. â€œItâ€™s easy!â€

She looked over her broad shoulder and ripped away at the back of her pants. She tore the leg quite high around her hip, almost to her waist in fact, and then repeated the procedure on the other pant leg, pulling the denim away and tossing it aside.

â€œThere!â€ she said, â€œThatâ€™s MUCH more comfortable!â€

She caught me staring at her thighs, which had developed into large teardrop shaped muscles.

â€œYou like them?â€ she said. â€œWell, anyway, I do!â€

She twirled around, and I couldnâ€™t help but gasp at the way she had torn most of the seat of her jeans off to bare her beautiful fanny, which looked much rounder then I had ever seen it before.

â€œVery comfy!â€ she said, laughing at my nonplussed expression.

â€œThatâ€™s it!â€ I said. â€œIâ€™m trying the chamber alone this time!â€

â€œAre you sure you want to, Sweetness? Are the parameters adjusted for --

â€œI donâ€™t care!â€

She frowned at me but shrugged. â€œIf you say so ... But you shouldnâ€™t yell. I donâ€™t like it at all.â€

Normally I would have apologized, but I didnâ€™t feel like it. Instead I just entered the chamber and initiated the cycle.

I stepped outside, once again the same old me.

Sophia tsked.

â€œDid it even do what itâ€™s supposed to?â€ she asked, not even looking at me, running her left index finger lightly across the thick blue vein which curved around her right bicep, which she was holding in a side bicep flexed position. I saw her biceps were now easily the size of baseballs.

â€œYes, yes! Everything functioned perfectly, the rays were discharged but they still had no effect! Maybe the capacitors werenâ€™t fully charged.â€

â€œHmm, maybe.â€ Sophia said, inspecting her tightly packed obliques.

â€œThe only thing I can think of is to have you try it alone, Sophia, while I monitor it from outside. Then weâ€™ll know for sure.â€

â€œWell, sure, no problem, Dearest. Iâ€™ll go along with that,â€ she said.

After she entered the chamber unaccompanied I set the cycle in motion with exactly the same settings I had used for myself.

Immediately the readout began to flicker, and her height reading went steadily higher in small increments....5â€™ 10.1â€...5â€™ 10.2â€...5â€™ 10.3â€...

And her weight likewise...187 pounds...188 pounds...189 pounds....

I stared at the flashing, increasing numbers for three minutes, and then they stopped, at 5â€™ 11 1/2â€ tall and 210 pounds.

Sophia stepped out, barely half an inch shorter than me, weighing more, and her muscles all far larger than mine. And they were â€œaugmentedâ€ muscles too, I remembered.

She looked down at her legs.

â€œNo way Iâ€™ll get these â€˜shortsâ€™ off, theyâ€™ll never slide past these thighs!â€ she said. â€œIâ€™ll have to rip or cut them off, when the time comes.â€

Her long, powerful legs were exquisitely muscled, every curve intensified by new strength. Her shoulders were wider, sinews rippled under her forearms, and when she turned, I could see bands of powerful new muscles writhing under her broad back beneath the shirt that was now stretched like a drumskin over it.

She faced me, put her hands on her hips.

â€œWhat are you going to do now, Lover?â€ she asked innocently.

I couldnâ€™t help but stare at her. She was magnificent!

â€œI â€“ all I can think of is turning all the emitters so they discharge into one side of the chamber only. Iâ€™ll stand on that side, you stand on the other.â€

â€œHmmm. I can see the superficial logic of your idea, but I suspect youâ€™re missing something. Still, I donâ€™t see any real downside. Sure, letâ€™s go for it.â€ she said.

So I adjusted all the beams to point directly at where I would be standing in the chamber.

We went in again. â€œKeep you fingers crossed.â€ I said as I pressed the start button.

â€œIâ€™m rooting for you, Darling!â€ Sophia responded, showing me her hands and her crossed fingers.

The chamber went dark and we both heard it humming.

The three minutes seemed like a long time to me, but finally the cycle ended and the door slid open again so we could step out.

I looked up at my wife, who was an inch taller than me. Her readings were now 6â€™1â€ tall and 235 pounds.

â€œOh my!â€ she said. â€œWell, well, this is a new perspective for me!â€

I couldnâ€™t speak.

â€œLook at us, Baby!â€ Sophia said, â€œMy shoulders are much wider than yours, my arms and legs are much longer and thicker than yours and most importantly of all, my muscles are much larger and harder too! Iâ€™m heavier, and itâ€™s hard, dense, powerful muscle that makes me weigh more, because my waist is still narrower!â€ She looked over at me for confirmation. â€œDo you think Iâ€™m stronger than you now?â€ she added, innocently.

â€œI â€“ I never thought it would come to this!â€ I said. â€œI mean, I thought Iâ€™d...weâ€™d....â€

â€œI know you did, Dear.â€ Sophia said, patting my shoulder. â€œYou thought weâ€™d grow together. And so did I! This isnâ€™t working out at all the way you planned! You must be terribly disappointed. And perhaps a bit frightened too,â€ she added, eyebrows raised.

I ignored that comment, not wanting just then to point out how unbefitting it was, given my role as head of the household. But still I admitted, â€œI just donâ€™t know what to do.â€

â€œReally? Are you giving up then?â€ she asked. â€œAre you all out of explanations? Is there nothing left for you to try?â€

â€œIâ€™ve got one more.â€ I said. â€œIâ€™ll place my hands right on the emitters and absorb the radiation directly into my body. That ought to work!â€

â€œThatâ€™s a new one. But darling, why should that work when the rays had no effect on you when you were alone in the chamber?â€

â€œBecause the settings were for the two of us,â€ I answered.

â€œAnd yet it worked for me when I went solo,â€ she countered.

â€œNo doubt due to the residual effects of your previous treatments.â€

Sophia nodded. â€œYes, I see.â€ Sophia said. â€œYour reasoning is very impressive. You are quite a man, Darling, even if you are a little bit small.â€

This time, Sophia had to hit the button, since I was holding on tightly to the emitters, As the door slid shut and the lights went out I could feel them warming under my hands, and I imagined the augmentation radiation entering my body, changing me, making me grow taller and stronger. If I believed strongly enough, it could only help, I reasoned, adding the placebo effect to the other measures I had taken to ensure success this time.

â€œI think itâ€™s working this time!â€ I cried out, willing complete success.

â€œIâ€™m sure that if you think it is then it must be,â€ Sophia said confidently.

As the cycle completed itself the emitters cooled, and I took my hands away. The lights came on and the door automatically opened. I squeezed my fists, willing myself to feel the new energy I should now possess.

â€œStrange,â€ I said as the door fully opened. â€œI donâ€™t feel any different.â€

â€œNo? Well, I do!â€ Sophia said.

â€œNo!â€ I gasped, staring at the readout. â€œNot again!â€

â€œAgain.â€ Sophia contradicted me. A Sophia who was now 6â€™ 2 1/2â€ tall and weighed 263 pounds.

Now it was the top on MY head which came up to the top of Sophiaâ€™s nose. She looked down at me with an enigmatic expression.

â€œSo, my little husband.â€ she said. â€œYou really must come to terms now with the fact that we are now totally reversed. Not only am I clearly taller than you, but I also outweigh you by over sixty pounds! And I am most assuredly far, far stronger than you!â€

To emphasize her point, Sophia did a double biceps flex for me, making her biceps, which were now somewhere in the size range between baseballs and softballs, bulge into mini-mountains of muscle, the veins across them even thicker and more numerous.

â€œI think the muscle parts of my arms are more than twice the size of yours, Dear, donâ€™t you?â€ she said, feeling them. â€œIâ€™m very confident that theyâ€™re much harder. And, of course, they ARE all augMENted muscles.â€ She picked up a metal stool that she had used to clean the higher shelves when she was smaller and pressed it between the palms of her hands, quickly flattening it into a metal sheet, which she then folded several times until it was the size of a wallet.

As she pressed, her shirt finally gave up its battle to hold together across her massive chest and it split apart, the remaining buttons pinging off the wall as her out-thrust chest split the sides of her blouse asunder.

Laughing, Sophia pulled the remnants of her shirt aside and let them flutter to the floor, her only garment now her skin tight mini-shorts.

Her breasts were held high by her massive pecs, and her nipples were conspicuously erect, and at least twice their former size.

â€œB-b-but I was HOLDING the emitters! How could the rays have gotten to you! It..it....it canâ€™t be!â€

â€œMy precious little darling, if you don't know then surely I canâ€™t tell you.â€ Sophia said, bringing her arms down to her sides, where even at rest they pulsed and bulged with her spectacular new muscle. â€œAfter all, you invented the chamber and built it from scratch. Youâ€™re the engineer. You did all the brain work while Iâ€™ve only cooked and cleaned and shopped. But the results are plain to see. The augmentation rays are repeatedly making me bigger and stronger, while you remain exactly the same every time!â€

She shrugged her hulking shoulders indifferently at the frank statement of fact and I had a sudden flash of myself sitting on Sophia's upper arms while she supported my weight with no effort at all and then, to amuse herself and give me some unusual excitement, or possibly to impress or alarm me, began bouncing me from arm to arm simply by briefly flexing her biceps.

â€œThe rays must have gone right through me and onto you!â€ I said. I was grasping at straws now and knew it. â€œI was TOO close to them. This time, YOU grab them, amd Iâ€™ll stand behind you!â€

â€œYour reasoning is, uhm, very creative, Darling, but thereâ€™s no harm in letting you be the boss some more, so, yes, if you want me to, Precious One, I will.â€ Sophia said.

I gave her a wary look, but decided not to say anything.

She walked past me, her long legs so muscular I wondered if she could kick our car all the way to the neighborâ€™s yard if she wanted to, and I simply stared at her superlative body as she entered the chamber and placed her hands on the emitters, not even having to reach up as I had.

â€œR-ready?â€ I asked.

â€œOf course. Haven't we done all this before? Just go ahead and fire away,â€ she replied, almost as if she was instructing me, which of course was impossible.

Nevertheless, this is exactly what I did, pressing the start button and praying to all the gods in the universe to make my machine work on its inventor this time, and to PLEASE leave his wife ALONE! â€˜PLEASE let it be ME this time. Please, now, itâ€™s MY turn!â€™ my fevered brain shouted silently.

â€œMmmm....â€ Sophia said as the chamber darkened and once again bombarded us with radiation. â€œThe feeling of becoming stronger and stronger is so pleasurable, little Sweetums. It is really kind of a shame that you can't feel it. Itâ€™s absolutely life-changing! If you only knew ... it's almost ... a bit addictive.â€

My shoulders, already pitifully small and thin compared to Sophiaâ€™s, slumped as I realized I was feeling nothing at all while she obviously, (through experience!) felt the rays infusing her body and would soon be augmenting herself yet again.

This was most assuredly confirmed when the door opened and I looked through the opening at the readout, afraid to turn around and look at her.

Sophia, 6â€™ 4â€ tall, 301 pounds. I, 6â€™ 195 pounds.

Feeling a wave of anxiety, I stumbled from the chamber and heard her come out behind me.

â€œTurn around and take a look at me NOW, Babe.â€ Sophia said, her voice noticeably deeper now, and, to me, almost, commanding.

Slowly, I turned.

My eyes moved up to her beautiful face, upon which was a supremely confident expression I had never seen on her before. Her torso was an incredible â€œVâ€ of muscle exploding upwards from her tiny waist, and her abs were like cobblestones under the taut skin of her flat stomach. Lats like wings spread her arms from her sides, arms that were now so thick with muscle she could probably rip me in half without breaking a sweat.

Her legs looked like tree trunks they were so thickly overlaid with muscle, her inner thighs actually touching they were so over-developed.

â€œWell, it should be obvious now.â€ she said calmly, "so let's not argue. I am immeasurably the superior being. Iâ€™m larger, heavier and stronger, as you already know. But also with more acute eyesight and hearing, more efficient internal organs, tougher skin, enhanced resistance to disease and vastly increased healing powers, a regenerated neural network that extends electromagnetically even beyond the physical confines of my brain, which results in deeper, more rapid, and more powerful mental processes and, naturally, matchless beauty and sex appeal. Are we in agreement on this, little man? Do you have any doubt which of us now is the boss?â€

â€œWh-what! What did you say!?â€

â€œYou heard me, little one. Iâ€™m in charge now!â€

â€œWhat do you mean. Sophia? In charge of what?â€

â€œIn charge of our marriage, in charge of the house, in charge of the machine, and in charge of you.â€ she said, taking a step towards me.

â€œOk,â€ I said. â€œIf that's what you want, no problem!â€

â€œYou agreed so quickly. Is that because youâ€™ve recognized the truth? Or are you scared of me now?â€ Sophia asked casually.

â€œSh-should I be?â€ I asked, unable to mask the quaver in my voice.

â€œWell, you might be. You might just realize that if should disagree, you would have no defense against the power of my muscle, the power of my logic, or even my sexual power.â€ She smiled.

Her smile made my heart pound with desire for her. Without knowing exactly why, my eyes were drawn to her large, and now perfectly round, bared breast, whose thumb-sized nipple seemed to pull my head to it. Before I knew what had happened, my mouth was sucking furiously on her nipple, hard and substantial and throbbing in my mouth, while her bosom fully supported my head.

â€œYou see? Itâ€™s fortunate that I still do find you adorable, even if youâ€™re a bit small. And weak,â€ she said. She pulled my head off her breast. â€œThatâ€™s enough for now.â€

â€œWhat do you want?â€ I asked.

â€œTo become even more superior than I am now. To be the ultimate Sophia.â€

â€œYou want to continue to use the augmentation chamber? Are you sure? But my programming was designed for a maximum of ten doses!â€

â€œYes, your programming,â€ she said. â€œI have a few adjustments to make in the parameters, and then I will enter the machine one last time. Donâ€™t you want to see what more will happen to me? Arenâ€™t you curious?â€

â€œY-yes.â€ I admitted. â€œYou are spectacular, and I DO want to see you change even more! But canâ€™t you do anything to help ME? I want to change too!â€

â€œOf course you do. But you canâ€™t. You are a man, after all.â€

â€œYes, I am! But what does that have to do with it?â€ I cried. â€œIs it that you want to keep me weak and defenseless? Do you think that I, as a man, donâ€™t deserve augmentation too?â€

â€œWell, not particularly. It may seem a bit unfair from one point of view -- yours -- that you were the original inventor, while I've had all of the benefit. On the other hand, you have the privilege of witnessing my spectacular enhancement at first hand. Now, I'm well aware that if you were augmented your capabilities would be enhanced in ways that would provide me with certain additional physical pleasures. But unfortunately, male cells simply do not react to the augmentation rays. The lack of a AUG gene on your minimally endowed Y chromosome means that the AUG gene on your X chromosome remains inactive even after stimulation by the augmentation ray. The response in my cells is, by contrast, fully effective, thanks to the presence of fully functioning and highly receptive AUG genes on each member of my X chromosomal pair. I'm sure you realize now that your testing protocol was insufficient. Because you used two female mice in your tests, you failed to detect this phenomenon. Iâ€™m very sorry, Dear, but further tinkering with your machine to produce an augmentation effect on you would be pointless. Now, if youâ€™ll allow me to complete the programming for my final dose ....â€

Her hands flew across the dials faster than I could see and then, helplessly, I watched Sophia push the start button and walk into the chamber. She didnâ€™t even glance back at me, and the door closed behind her.

The cycle commenced, the chamber hummed and I stared at the readout, afraid to move...

... as I watched the numbers changing for three minutes, then three more, and then five more until they stopped: 5â€™ 1â€ tall and 999 pounds was the reading. But that couldnâ€™t possibly be correct!

The doors opened, and Sophia, once again far shorter than me, emerged. She looked almost exactly the same as she had this morning, although she was slightly taller and her breasts were slightly larger and possibly rounder and firmer than before. She had never seemed so beautiful to me. I was so happy that she was unharmed, and that other than the slight increase in the size of her bosom, which was entirely pleasing, she had obviously chosen to surpise me and return to her former size and our former relationship! I rushed over to lift her up and twirl her around in the air in celebration ... and found myself unable to lift her, even a millimeter.

She looked up at me, nonplussed. â€œDarling, what do you think you're doing? You canâ€™t expect to have to strength to lift ME!â€

â€œBut you ... youâ€™re just five feet tall again,â€ I said, deeply disappointed at my failure. â€œWhatâ€™s wrong with me now?â€

She looked at my sympathetically. â€œPoor Darling. Nothing is wrong with you. You are exactly the same. Exactly as you were. Once again, it is I who have changed. If it makes you feel better to lift me off the ground, then you may try again now.â€

I looked at her sceptically but slowly tried to lift her, moving very carefully so as not to injure myself. She rose off the ground in my arms as through she weighed no more than a pound.

â€œHappy now?â€ she smiled. She put her hands on mine and then we moved higher, until both of us floated to the ceiling, with Sophia holding me in place, effortlessly. Then she floated back down to the ground and released my hands.

My mouth was wide open. "Your power is incredible!"

"Not in the sense that it is unbelievable, but certainly in your eyes, and those of any other non-augmented person, it must seem amazing. It is simply the transmission of theta band energy through various dimensional vectors."

"Theta band! That's what the augmentation chamber produces. I mean, produced."

"Yes, my AUG genes are now self-activating, and I can produce limitless amounts of Theta radiation all across the band, with varying effects, including anti-gravimetic effects, integrating and disintegrating effects on matter at any distance and teleportation. I can also reproduce or reverse the physical augmentation process on myself, or other females, at any time. You seem pleased by my smaller appearance, but of course that does not reflect either my actual or apparent strength." She brought her little fist down on our wooden table, smashing it into splinters, and the waved her hand at it, causing it to reassemble in a much more stylish shape -- the sort of table she had wanted to buy when we had furnished the house years ago. Then, her body expanded in seconds to over seven feet in height with muscles that rippled and bulged far more massively even than before. I looked up at her in amazement.

â€œThe project is now, happily, complete,â€ she said, looking at my augmentation chamber. â€œOf course, in the wrong hands, your invention would be very dangerous.â€ She pointed at it, and in the next second it quietly exploded. She pointed at my computer, at my notebooks, and they quietly disintegrated, collapsing into a pile of dust, and then held her fingers out in a wide spread, rotating her hands quickly so that her fingers pointed precisely in several directions. â€œYou backed up your notes on Google and Evernote, right Darling? Thatâ€™s 73 computers to destroy, if I sense the electronic bits accurately. I will double-check later, the old-fashioned way, through your internet accounts.â€

"There is, unfortunately, one more thing, my Dear. One other place where the information on the augmentation chamber is stored."

I looked around the room, uncertainly. "I don't think so, Sophia. I only used the online back-ups that you destroyed. I didn't use any other computers -- unless you include the physical modifications I made to my Wii character."

"I don't. Although to be absolutely safe ...."

I heard the sound of our Wii console in the next room explode, quietly.

"No, darling. I'm thinking of you, of course, the inventor of the augmentation chamber and the architect of 'Sophia 2.0'. I am, course, the architect of my current capabilities, of 'Sophia 3.0'".

I backed away slightly, although I knew that with her current abilities there could be no escape. "You're going to kill me?!"

She looked down at me, sympathetically. "Oh, Darling. Small and weak and limited as you are compared to me, I would still miss you. But I must make sure that you never build another chamber."

"I promise I won't!" I said quickly, desperately.

She looked down at me, her massive chest thrust out, her hands on her hips, her muscles exploding from her vein-latticed upper arms. I rose into the air toward her and her powerful arms closed around me. "This won't hurt a bit, my Darling. You'll see," she said as her lips met mine. I felt a mind far more powerful than my own. Images of Sophia flooded through me, producing an escalating series of pleasures far beyond any I had ever felt. And then they faded away. All that was left were a series of equations running through my mind: algebraic, trigonometric, differential, polynomial, physical. I felt waves of disgust, nausea and pain as each one flashed by. They faded away too until there was just the kiss.

"What are you making me tonight, Sweetums?" Sophia asked, seconds after she teleported into the kitchen. I bowed before her, kissing her toes and felt myself rising upwards to her breast. She casually put her arm under me. It made me feel more secure, even though I knew it was unnecessary. She was supporting me through some kind of gravity power. The kind of thinking necessary to understand anything about Sophia's wonderous powers made me feel uncomfortable if I tried, so I didn't bother.

"Lamb, medium rare, with mushrooms and chervil, just as you like it, with a salad and fresh baked bread. It will be ready for you in 2 minutes. How was your day?"

"Oh, the usual. Speeches at the UN, the Chinese Party Congress and the European Commission. Vaporization of land mines in Korea. Enhancement of some abused women in Alabama. It's amazing that even now some men do NOT get the message!"

Her voice sent thrills of excitement through me, and my body pushed against her as I gratefully fondled her full breasts. She was over 7' tall tonight, so I was glad I had made more lamb than usual.

"Sometimes I wonder why I don't simply enhance ALL women, all at once, and eradicate ALL traces of male domination. But that would lead to other problems, I know. Some women would abuse their power. Men do have feelings too, primitive as they are."

"Speaking of which ...."

"Yes, yes, I can feel it. I know it's been three days. Have you done your exercises?"

"Yes."

"Your housework."

"Yes!"

"Repaired the rip in my dress?"

"As well as I could!"

"Well ...." She turned and inspected it, hanging in the closet across the house. "That will do." She waved her hand at the stove, placing the cooking dinner in a time stasis, another one of her powers I could witness but did not dare try to understand, as it would only make me feel ill.

And then before I could blink, I was in bed, with my goddess, Sophia. No longer an inventor, no longer an engineer, not rich and not powerful, but still a seriously fulfilled dreamer.

"Now, what would little Sweetums like THIS time?" she asked, as she suspended her massively powerful body over me.

Touch of Fate, Part 1

Wachsende — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 01:30:31 +0000

A little more than 13 million years ago, a lush green planet closely circled a fading red star. A solar greenhouse, this planet was like an oversized Eden nestled just over 15 light-years from Earth in the constellation of Aquarius. Life had come suddenly to this planet, and taken only centuries to spread across the globe. Given time, this planet seemed destined for a wealth of biodiversity like the galaxy had ever seen before.

Unfortunately, the green planet had a red twin equal in size that had fallen into an unruly orbit among their common star. After centuries of close calls, the two planet collided with obliterating force. The impact shattered the planets into shards that exploded out in every direction toward the far corners of the unimaginably great void of outer space

The smaller fragments were caught by the gravity of the dying star, creating an asteroid belt much like the one that separates Mars from Jupiter. But the larger pieces shrugged off the dwawf's feeble grasp and continued on, further and further into the darkness.

As the decades became centuries, and the centuries became millennia, two of the shards drew closer and closer to our fiery young yellow star. Finally, on a bright afternoon in late November, the shards collided with the intense heat of Earth's atmosphere. By the time the mighty shard of the green planet hit the sidewalk of a sleepy New England college town, it was scarcely the size of tennis ball. With the entire region in the grips of a massive Nor'easter, no one was outside to witness the spectacular descent from the thick white sky to an unexceptional street on the outskirts of town.

In fact, it wasn't discovered until the following morning, when Derek Peters unearthed it digging his car out from the massive snowbank. At first he thought, it was a dog turd. Disgusted, he was about to use the shovel to toss in onto his neighbor's lawn when he noticed that the concrete was as blackened as the oblong pebble. Curious, he grabbed it with his glove and lifted it to his face for closer inspection. Though the strange thing clearly didn't originate with a dog, it did have a strange odor -- spicy, almost, and kind of wild. With a shrug, he stuffed the mysterious thing into his pocket and refocused on the mound of snow that separated the driver's side of his car from the rest of the pavement.

Unbeknownst to Derek, however, the origin of that smell had jumped ship. The impact that had destroyed two planets was unable to overcome an insanely tenacious virus which had thrived in a hollow pocket of the shard for the entire length of the journey. The impact with the sidewalk had breached that air pocket and exposed a whole new world in which to thrive.

It hit Derek's nostril en-masse, riding the nasal cavity to the pharynx, the pharynx to the larynx, the larynx to the trachea, and the trachea to the lungs. There it settled in and multiplied, being swept with every breath to every corner of his body.

For scientists, this virus would have been the Holy Grail. As it swept into each cell, it headed directly for the nucleus, and rewrote a specific segment of Derek's genetic code. If humans could have gotten a hold of it, they could have reprogrammed it to eliminate genetic diseases and cure cancer.

Unfortunately, the virus that had survived millions of years and trillions of miles was unable to overcome Derek's immune system. Though the virus left him bedridden and miserably sick for days, by the next weekend he was starting to feel more like himself, unaware that an unused and unremarkable slice of his genetic makeup had been transformed into something remarkable.

For days, Derek's life proceeded much as it always had. At 5' 9" tall and 155 pounds, Derek was about as unremarkable as it is possible to be. Calling him handsome would be an act of charity, but he wasn't notably hideous or deformed, either. He left the house considerably more than his roommate Jerry, a Computer Science major and [i]World of Warcraft[/i] addict he'd known since high school, but no one ever called his name out from across the quad. At parties, he was the wallflower in the corner, awkwardly clutching a red plastic cup full of beer that he never more than sipped. In the photos that popped up on Facebook the next day, he looked like a piece of furniture. Whenever possible, he signed up for lecture hall classes where he could fade into the anonymity of the crowd.

In other words, he avoided people, and they avoided him. But as he plodded along the third floor of the library one afternoon, his attention focused on keeping the dozen or so books in his arms carefully balanced, he didn't notice the door of the women's room fly open. The collision was spectacular. Boy and girl tumbled to the floor in a heap. Books scattered. Papers flew everywhere. Derek and his victim traded apologies simultaneously, as they struggled to untangle each other from each other.

As she helped him reassemble his pile of materials, the girl was struck by the seemingly unremarkable Derek: why hadn't she noticed him around campus before? After taking a closer look at him, she concluded that he wasn't her type. But what a cologne! Unlike most of the freshmen on campus, here was a guy who avoided bathing himself in Axe body spray. His aroma was subtle but tantalizing, earthy yet sweet. She flashed him her most flirtatious smile and fired off a wink, the first such attention Derek had ever received.

She headed off down the hall before he had time to recover. After turning the corner, she pulled unconsciously at the edge of her shirt, which had fit perfectly only moments before, but now exposed a thin slice of skin between the bottom hem and the waistband on her skirt. Her hand then slid down into a hip pocket, where she kept a stash of Kleenex to fend off her wicked cold. But instead of fishing one out, she paused. After an explorative snuff, she realized the snot in her nose had cleared up. In fact, she thought, I feel great!

The Red Room

peirrotlunaire — Thu, 21 Feb 2008 05:52:37 +0000

The Red Room

Lois couldn't believe it, she was married and going on her honeymoon! She looked down from Clark's arms as they streaked across the sky.

"Good Thing I borrowed this parka from Dr. Hamilton", she thought to herself.

Lois watched as the landscape changed beneath her. Forest to Tundra, tundra to snow and finally there it was!

Supermanâ€™s Fortress of Solitude rose out of the glacier like a beacon. Majestic and beautiful it shone in the snow, but somehow she knew that if she wasn't with Superman...Clark, she would miss it entirely in the snow thanks to the Kryptonian technology inside.

Clark landed gently at the door and set Lois down. He picked up the key that only he could lift and showed her inside.

"Well, ready for the tour of your new vacation home Ms. Lane? I mean..Lois, sorry old habits." Clark stammered.

"It's okay, honey I'm nervous too." He was cute when he was nervous.

Lois stepped across the threshold into what can only be described as an ice crystal cathedral. It was magnificent! ...and warm.
Clark slipped off Lois' jacket and handed it to a nearby robot. She looked quizzically at him.

"Kryptonian force field, I had the whole place lined with it for warmth, or else you would have had to stay bundled up. Not very conducive to a honeymoon I thought." Clark smiled at her.

Clark showed her around the fortress, which was massive, so the tour took a little while. He showed her everything, Kandor, the amoury, observatory, lab, bedrooms, library, super-gym, everything.

Finally Clark showed Lois his Red Light room.

â€œThis is where I did all my training, when I was younger.â€
â€œWhy would you need to train?â€, Lois asked.

Superman explained that he had not always had a Superhero physique. He had to pump iron to get it, just like everyone else. The Red Room simulated the rays of Kryptonâ€™s sun, taking away his powers.

â€œI donâ€™t use it much anymore though. Once Kryptonians max out their strength, they stay that way until they die. â€œ
â€œSo you're as big and strong as youâ€™re ever going to get?â€
â€œYep.â€

"But now that you're here this room has another use. In here I am just as human as you." Clark raised his eyebrows.

Lois walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him close.

"Now why the fuck didn't we start the tour here!" she said as she kissed him deeply.

Clark kissed her back just as hard and they fell to the floor, Clark on the bottom.

"Owwww..", Clark mumbled out through their kiss.

Lois stared wide eyed..."you mean its true?"

"Yep," Clark moaned out, "just give me second to get my wind back.

Lois slid onto Clark's body and took of her shirt.

"No, I want you now!"

Lois pulled Clark up, wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed. Luckily for Clark he had recovered and resisted her efforts.
He stood up and slipped his pants off, rather awkwardly. Lois reached down and produced his throbbing penis and inserted it into herself.

"MMMMMM", they both said in unison.

Then Lois looked Clark evilly in the eye as she racked her nails across his back drawing a tiny amount of blood, Superman's blood. She was more aroused than she ever had been in her life.

"Again...please?", Clark pleaded.

Lois was shocked again. This room was going to be very interesting indeed.

Self Denial

Terry19d — Wed, 09 Jan 2008 01:31:38 +0000

This multi-chapter story takes the story of Jennifer Walters and her alter-ego, the She-Hulk, in a very different direction. Jen is a young paralegal who is kidnapped and unwittingly exposed to an experimental drug whose effects are uknown. What follows is her tale of self-discovery after the drug's effects are revealed and how she deals with her new life.

Threat

Silence — Thu, 23 Aug 2007 17:54:38 +0000

This is my first FMG story ever... I've been a lurker for a while but this is my first time posting anything. Comments and critiques welcomed :)

"Threat" is the story of high school girl who volunteers to undergo an experimental treatment developed by her father. Little does she know, her father secretly works for the military and has turned her into a prototype super soldier who grows stronger each time she feels threatened or suffers pain.