Sunday, November 4, 2018


The Story of Meg and Her Quest to be a Goddess
Written for me by Chandler White

Chapter One: The Awakening
For as long as she could remember, Meg always knew that she was special. It wasn’t a sense of arrogance or selfishness, just an amazing internal confidence that told her she had a destiny which would change the world forever, an extraordinary mental visualization for an 8 year old girl. She was a beautiful and intelligent young lady, with long, flowing black hair, a brilliant smile that was perfect beyond her years, and lovely facial features which gave many obvious and unmistakable signs that she would grow into a stunningly beautiful woman in time. She had listened and smiled politely when every person she met told her she was pretty, but she knew that wasn’t what would forge her destiny. It was something much bigger and more
important, something that would shake the world to its foundations someday. Meg did not fully understand this feeling and had no idea what it meant, but she knew it was real and not just childhood imagination.

All doubts about that destiny would go away in an instant one fateful day, however. Meg was living out an ordinary summer vacation day for an 8 year old, dealing with the boredom of being dragged through the supermarket with her Mom. As the two shoppers passed the magazine counter, that boredom instantly melted away into excitement and wonder. Meg’s eye was intently drawn to that month’s copy of Women’s Physique World magazine, which featured a photo of a top pro female bodybuilder wearing her skimpiest posing suit under the headline “Woman of Power.” Meg was fascinated by every aspect of this photo and headline. The beauty and confidence of the bodybuilders smile, the perfect mountain peak shape of her flexed biceps, the rippling, corded striations of her pectorals, the hard as steel 8 pack washboard abs, and the endless rippling definition of her quads. Meg wondered what it would be like to possess this body; how fast could she run, how high could she jump, how much could she lift? She thought about how fun it would be to beat up all the boys in the neighborhood who had teased her as well!

The amazing woman in the string bikini gave Meg butterflies, but what fascinated her just as much was the large, bold faced word in the headline that seemed to be calling out to her and echoing through her mind endlessly: POWER. Her still developing mind had some idea of what this word meant, but she was not sure how to apply it. Did it mean strength? Did it mean the ability to make people do what she wanted them to do? Did it imply the ability to do superhuman things like she had seen on television in Wonder Woman? Meg wasn’t sure, butshe had to know. Her first step was to beg her Mom to buy the magazine for her, in spite of being told no. Meg’s persistence won out and she got her new prize. After supper that night, Meg locked herself in her room and studied the magazine for hours.

Meg was a highly intelligent student with good reading skills, thus she was able to read most of the words, though there were some she didn’t understand. That was secondary to the visual splendor she found within the pages, however. The beautiful photos of these incredible women fascinated her to no end. The workout photos of the ladies lifting heavy weights excited her, she longed to be that strong herself. Even though she was fascinated by the photographs, Meg kept turning back to the cover and staring at that one word over and over, POWER. She  sat the magazine aside, lay down on her bed, closed her eyes, and said it to herself. She was fascinated with the sound of the word, in love with the excitement it created inside of her, making her stomach flutter each time. She then called out this magic word out loud, at first slowly and softly but then faster and louder each time. “Power..Power..Power..POWER!!!!”

That was the moment something truly extraordinary happened. Meg felt herself falling into a trance, as though her mind was leaving her body. An extraordinary picture began to take shape in her mind. It wasn’t a daydream or fantasy, because she was not consciously creating it, the image just appeared without her controlling it. It wasn’t a dream because she was still wide awake. It was what she would come to call a Vision, a combination of fantasy and destiny that would become her greatest obsession and greatest source of pleasure in life. In this first Vision, Meg saw herself not as a little girl, but as a fully grown, beautiful young woman at the peak of her physical beauty, around 22 years old. She was not an ordinary woman, but a magnificently muscular Amazon who looked like she was bursting with strength, energy, and Power. Meg was onstage at a competition with a huge crowd cheering her every move, wearing a gold medal around her neck with a sword trophy just like the one she had seen in the magazine that night lying at her bare, tan feet. Meg was a champion, the sexiest and most powerful woman in the world, with a body that could easily defeat even the most powerful and beautiful women she had studied so well that night.

Meg was wearing a super tight, super-super skimpy contest bikini, red and covered with sparkling stones. The thought of wearing a bikini like this, standing in front of thousands of people showing off her strength while virtually naked, made her almost as excited as the sexy, rippling muscles that covered her from head to toe and the amazing strength they would certainly grant her. The top was obviously straining to contain her magnificent, super firm 38DD breasts, which were virtually spilling out of the sides. She could see her incredibly hard, silver dollar sized and 2 inch long nipples powering through the thin fabric as though it was not even there. She was flexing her pecs in an incredibly sexy fashion, making her beautiful breasts move up and down, sideways, and even both at the same time. The strings on the bikini bottom were no thicker than a string of dental floss and the back was a super thin G-string that left nothing to the imagination, exposing her perfectly round and hard as steel glutes for the entire world to admire.

Sexy as it was, the suit was secondary to the shockingly muscular and beautiful body that graced it. Meg could see herself flexing effortlessly and smiling ecstatically, celebrating her victory while looking and feeling like a combination between an Amazon warrior, a Greek Goddess, and Superwoman. She could feel the emotions that were running through the mind of the woman in the Vision just like her own. Meg felt the adrenaline surging, felt the raw Power of her body, and most surprisingly, could feel a strange, foreign sense of excitement and wetness between her legs. Her flexed, pumped biceps looked like massive mountain peaks, perfectly shaped and rippling with energy. Her stomach was a perfectly designed 8 pack of washboard abs with deep valleys in between the impossibly uniform and perfectly developed muscles. Her thighs were equally perfect and looked insanely strong, like she could crush the entire world in between them if she wanted. Deep striations ran from her inner thigh all the way all the way to the bottom of her torso, looking like strands of pure steel. Her calves were shaped like perfect diamonds and seemed strong enough that she could have crushed real diamonds into dust in between her toes. Meg found it incredibly sexy that she was posing with bare feet, as she had always thought her tiny feet, unusually small and cute for her size and age, were very pretty. The tops of her feet were deeply tanned, soft and smooth as silk, with same deep and perfect tan that covered the rest of her incredible body. The bottoms of her feet were also looked slightly tanned but a lighter flesh like color, a combination that drove her wild to think about having. Her toes were perfectly pedicured and perfectly polished with hot pink nail polish, the same as her perfectly manicured fingernails. She was the perfect muscle Goddess, a shocking combination of feminine beauty and seemingly superhuman strength.

The Vision continued for almost 20 minutes, with Meg’s point of view changing from that of herself to those in the audience. While studying herself from the audience’s perspective, she became more and more exciting, instantly memorizing every muscle, every roadmap like vein, and every detail of her tiny bikini. While viewing from her own perspective, she became excited at the awe and respect she commanded from the crowd, how they oohed and ahhed at every single move she made. She heard the gasps every time she flexed, like they could not believe what they saw. As the vision came to an end and she returned to the reality of her room and her 8 year old body, she lay in her bed and smiled like she never had in her life. Meg had just experienced her first tantalizing, fleeting, but incredible taste of Power. She knew instantly that her life would never be the same, that she was addicted to the feeling of Power she had just experienced and would do anything to feel it again, stronger and stronger. She prayed that the Vision would return and that it would someday become reality.

Chapter Two: Growing Strength
Over the next ten years, Meg grew steadily from a pretty girl to an amazing young woman. Her body developed far faster and more feminine than her peers at school. By the time she reached 15 years old she had an amazing for her age 34 C-24-36 figure that was the envy of all her friends and made the boys at her school pay immense attention to her. Meg, however, was not satisfied because her breasts and muscles did not match the amazing 38-DD and seemingly inhuman strength she always experienced in the Visions. That was part of her fantasy and her dream, nothing less would ever make her completely happy. Meg’s amazing natural feminine beauty would have granted her the ability to easily be the most popular “plastic” girl in her school, or the entire state for that matter. Being head cheerleader, winning beauty contests, prom and homecoming queen, and dates with the captain of the football team could have all been hers for the taking and she could have ruled her high school social scene like an Empress. Though that form of Power did hold appeal for her, she did not pursue it because that is not what the Visions were telling her to chase.

After that first night of exploration and fascination, the Visions had been coming to her non-stop, clearer and more frequent as time went by. Almost every day, sometimes multiple times, she would feel the peaceful trance come over her and feel her mind fading away into a magnificent, virtual reality like fantasy that seemed so real she could PHYSICALLY feel it. Meg checked a book out of the library about psychic powers and the ability to see the future, reasoning that the Visions had to be a form of ESP. She decided that the Visions were a look at the future she could have if she worked for it, and immediately set about developing her body physically. Her 9th birthday was just a few days after the first Vision and she shocked her parents by asking for a beginners weight set for her present. She received this gift and began exercising in her basement at night, filling the beginners weight with more sand as her strength began to grow. Slowly but surely, Meg began to see the results she wanted more than anything in the world. She would stand naked in front of her full body mirror, flexing and straining with all of her might to see the fruits of her labor. Her soft arms became more and more firm, her thin legs began to fill out, and her stomach became as firm as a granite countertop. She could feel herself growing stronger and stronger, which seemed to encourage and strengthen the Visions more and more. Meg played every youth sport that she could fit into her schedule and that her parents would allow, making her more aggressive and competitive by the day. When the traditional team sports weren’t enough to satisfy Meg, she began to participate in alternative sports that were a more stringent test of strength and endurance and individual in nature, namely triathlons and competitive cycling. She excelled at these two sports and won many competitions for her age group. This also triggered an unexpected side effect: as her competitive nature and success in these two individual sports grew, her actions and attitudes within the Visions became more aggressive and they began to expand in scope.

The early Visions consisted only of images of Meg as a champion bodybuilder, either onstage or in the gym working out. She clearly had far above average strength, but was still within human parameters. Around her 12th birthday, Meg had her first Vision in which she possessed superhuman strength. In this Vision, she was also, for the first time, totally nude, not even the tiniest string bikini to hide her womanly body from the world. It was a beautiful sunny day, and Meg was running through a lush, green forest at incredible superhuman speed, more than 100 miles per hour. Her body was, impossibly, even more lean, muscular and bulging with Power than in all of the Visions before. Her legs were moving so fast that they were nothing more than two sexy, deeply tan blurs as she ran, the ground trembling at the impact of her petite little feet. Her endurance was obviously endless, as she had been running for miles at 100 mph and was not even out of breath. In fact, she felt like she could run forever and go even faster. With what Meg would soon realize to be orgasmic waves of pleasure surging through her naked body from head to toe, she called upon her equally unlimited reserves of strength to run ever faster. “...faster, faster, FASTER!!” she screamed in a booming voice. “...more Power, more Power, MORE POWER!!!” she screamed with amazing pleasure. Her speed increased to 110, 120, 130, 140, 150 mph in a matter of seconds.

Her quads were pumped 10x harder than steel and her arms were swinging with more force than a wrecking ball. Meg felt invincible and decided it was time to test this theory. In her path was a giant Oak tree, over 200 feet high and at least 6 feet thick. Instead of running around it, she would run through it. Meg didn't even lower her head, allowing her perfect 38-DD’s and super hard nipples to impact the Oak first. The instant her super hard body touched the tree, it exploded into a billion splinters, leaving nothing bigger than a toothpick, not even slowing her down. “Oh my God!!” Meg screamed as an incredibly powerful orgasm surged through her supercharged pussy. Cum was flowing from her like a fountain, sweet as honey, burning hot and thick. She then reached a wide, raging river which was at least a quarter of a mile across. Meg jumped with all her strength and went sailing through the air, higher and higher. Her mighty legs never stopped pumping as she soared through the air for a full mile, just like she was flying. When she reached the other side, she stopped running and looked for a new test of her Power. Seeing a large house sized boulder, she decided to lift it. The rock was huge and weighed at least 50,000 pounds, but Meg easily dug her hands underneath and lifted it over her head. As her naked and tan body basked in the warm Sun,she held the giant rock to full extension over her head. This was a mind numbingly beautiful image to Meg, seeing herself as a superhuman Goddess showing off her naked strength. She threw the boulder as hard as she could, watching it seem to sail forever into the distance, landing many miles away. Looking down, Meg saw a brutally jagged large rock which would cut any normal person to the bone in an instant. Meg placed her the bottom of her bare, sexy little foot on the rock and pressed down. The rock exploded in a millisecond, leaving nothing but an explosion of dust. Feeling another orgasm rushing through her body, Meg flexed her beautiful biceps, tossed her long black hair behind her head, looked up at the sky and instead of screaming “Oh my God”, this time she screamed “I AM God!!!”

The aftermath of this Vision was stunningly different than the ones before. As she came back to reality, this time Meg discovered that sweat was beading out of every pore in her body, she was gasping for air, her legs were trembling, and that there was a pool of hot, white liquid on the sheets in between her legs and all over her thighs. She still felt the same waves of pleasure that she had experienced in the Vision and cautiously touched her wet pussy. The feeling was remarkable, and slowly slid her finger inside herself, probing her hot, wet flesh deeper and deeper. After just a few seconds, an electric current ran through her body, from her fingers to her toes. She moaned in inexplicable pleasure and felt another rush of thick, hot cum gushing over her fingers. Meg considered this to be her first taste of true Power in the real world, as she had developed the sexual powers of a full grown woman at a shockingly young age, again far ahead of her peers. This excited her more than ever and made her sure that the images that danced inside her head during the Visions would become real.

Chapter Three: Dark Visions
Following her first orgasm, Meg noticed that her muscles began responding to training with more force and her strength seemed to grow more quickly. Standing naked in front of her mirror, she could see her body transforming from that of a cute preadolescent to a very sexy teenager day by day. Her thighs began to become more full and thick. Her arms became more shapely and toned by the day. Her lats began to develop, making her look like she had angel wings when she flexed them. Her calves lost their straight shape and began to form the unmistakable diamond shape of a bodybuilder. At her triathlon and cycling competitions, she began wearing spandex shorts that became progressively smaller and tighter, making her ass look incredible and giving her a stunning “camel toe” effect that no other girl her age could create. Meg was garnering lots of attention from the adult male competitors, which she loved.

The Visions were changing along with her body. By her 14th birthday, Meg had
developed the ability to fully control when the Visions came and if it was a new Vision or a repeat of an old one. The Visions also began to include Power beyond the superhuman strength and muscular physique that had been displayed up to now. She began to Vision herself using telekinetic power almost equal to her strength, the Power to fly, the ability to control the weather and create storms, the Power to control the wind, and most exciting to Meg, the ability to read and control the minds of others. In her Visions, Meg was becoming truly God-like, with incredible new powers appearing almost every new Vision.

In one particularly exciting Vision, Meg was dressed in a super sexy, pussy length,
sleeveless white Goddess dress with a skin tight taper at the waist, a golden tiara and golden wristbands. As in every single Vision since the first, her sexy petite feet were completely bare. The dress was perfect in so many ways; the taper showed of her perfect hourglass figure, the sleeveless design showed off her biceps and forearms, the super short length showed off her bulging quads, and the deep white color showed off her flawless tan. The dress included no panties of any type, allowing her supercharged pussy to breathe freely, become super hot and flow with cum that felt as hot as lava. Meg used her mind control powers to command a group of more than 100 people worship her. “Bow down before me and pray to me as your God!!” she had commanded the group, who immediately dropped to one knee and began speaking silently to her. Meg could hear each of their prayers by using her mind reading powers as clearly as though they were screaming out loud. Meg then used her power to fly and levitated over her worshippers, commanding each of them to kiss her sexy, petite feet and run their tongues in between each of her perfectly pedicured, hot pink polished toes. The feeling of a warm, soft tongue moving gently between her toes was overwhelmingly pleasurable, to say the least. It was an especially thrilling Vision which induced multiple orgasms in both the Vision world and the real world. Meg commanded this Vision to replay itself many times, over and over again.

This was just the first of what Meg began calling her Dark Visions, ones in which the lines between right and wrong disappeared and she seemed to succumb to the fun and pleasures of using her powers for control over, and even enslavement and torture, of others. The Dark Visions were becoming more graphic and more violent every day, as though the dark side of Meg’s nature was taking control of them. This did not bother Meg in the least, as she could feel herself growing stronger and more beautiful in the real world after each one. Soon every Vision became a Dark Vision and she enjoyed it more and more. It was obvious to her now that the Visions were creating Power for her in in the real world as well.

Chapter Four: The Power is Real!
Meg’s physique had developed to the point that while just 15, she felt strong and muscular enough to enter the teen category at an amateur natural bodybuilding contest. Meg was disappointed when the event organizers would not allow her to pose in the bright red G-string bikini which she had brought to her first show because it expressly violated by the rules of attire. Meg remembered the mind control powers from her Visions and decided it was time to make that Power real. Completely clearing her mind and focusing all of her mental energy directly onto the head judge, Meg looked straight into his eyes and began saying to herself over and over “You will allow me to wear my G-string. I COMMAND you to do so!” Meg could feel her psychic power..REAL POWER!!.. surging as the judges face went totally blank and his eyes glazed over. After almost two full minutes of silence, the judge came back to consciousness and said “I will allow you to wear your G-string.” Meg was orgasmic with excitement and began jumping up and down uncontrollably. She had used her Power in THE REAL WORLD!! As a result Meg’s pussy was dripping wet when she walked onstage, pulsating and surging with orgasmic strength that felt just as good as the aftermath of a Vision. Meg flexed her growing, now baseball sized biceps, proudly flexed the tiny ripples growing every day in her quads, flexed her emerging six pack abs, and shook her tight little ass with every ounce of strength she possessed and it felt incredible. Meg couldn't believe how good it felt to show off her strength in her G-string, and of course was thrilled to be posing with her perfectly tanned sexy bare feet on display. Though she did not win the contest, it was still an amazing experience, so good that Meg had to find a quiet corner backstage before callbacks and masturbate. Cum was dripping out the sides of the red G-string when she ran back to the stage and the large wet spot was unmistakable, but she didn’t care. Meg had made her biggest dreams so far come true, she was a female bodybuilder onstage in a G-string, she had real muscles and had used her first real superhuman Power! Meg felt like a Goddess and was convinced her full Powers from the Visions would soon appear in the real world. It was real and she was going to have it all: her dream muscular body, unlimited superhuman strength, the power to control minds, and all the other Powers from her Visions. It had taken almost eight years and all of her energy, but it was just a matter of time now. Meg was going to be a Goddess of indescribable Power and nothing in the universe could stop her from taking anything she wanted.

Chapter Five: So Close to Reality
Once Meg has used real mind control Power at the bodybuilding contest, the visions became even more dark and violent. They showed ever increasing, uncontrollable Power that thrilled Meg to no end. Her morality and hesitation to use her emerging Power for destructive purposes was dwindling by the day. Her new Visions included using the wind to destroy entire cities, creating storms over the ocean to sink warships, and ripping down buildings with her telekinetic Power. One Dark Vision about her psychic Power particularly thrilled Meg. She was flying in her white Goddess dress over a busy modern city filled with skyscrapers. She stopped in mid air, and used her psychic Power to take control of the minds of everyone on the top 50 floors of the tallest building. Flexing her mental muscles to their fullest, Meg began repeating one simple word over and over again, placing it into the mind of every person: “Jump! Jump! Jump!” Moments later she saw the windows began breaking one by one, and person after person flung their bodies out and onto the street below. As the Vision ended and Meg ran her fingers through the warm cum that was now splashed all over her increasingly muscular thigh, she moaned with satisfaction and exclaimed “That’s the Power of God!”

Meg’s favorite Dark Visions were still the ones that showed off her muscles and her raw physical Power. She rarely wore any clothes in these now, not even the tiniest G-string. Power and beauty like this must be revealed to the world,she reasoned. One favorite Dark Vision consisted of ripping people's bodies apart with her bare hands, but that one was very messy. She would for sure do it when her Power emerged, she told herself, but perhaps only once. Her absolute, all time favorite Vision occurred the day before her 16th birthday. In it, she was flying naked in a perfectly clear sky, sunning herself and feeling stronger than she ever had before. Below her in the distance, she saw a small town and decided that this little backwater would be a perfect test of her strength. With incredible excitement, she increased her speed and covered the 20 miles to the town in what seemed like an instant. Surging with unlimited Power, Meg slowly and gently began to levitate down to the ground over the exact center of the town, with fascinated onlookers gathering from every direction. Meg’s stunning, naked, muscular body became hard as steel, and her mighty heart was pounding in her chest with excitement as her bare feet touched the ground. Her 38-DD’s became perfectly firm and she flexed per pecs to make her breasts dance, just to remind herself how sexy and strong she truly was. Meg’s nipples became so hard they ached, the first time she had ever felt anything close to pain in a Vision. She was about to put on a display of raw strength and Power like the world had never known.

Meg closed her eyes, stretched her muscular arms out to their full length, threw back her head in order to flip back her gorgeous long black hair, and raised her beautiful, tanned right foot off the ground. The muscles in her thigh rippled to life and her calf tripled in size when it was flexed. She heard the stunned gasps of the crowd, but did not care about that. These were mere mortal insects, about to be crushed at the whim of a Goddess. She concentrated all of her strength into her raised right leg and could feel the God like power flowing through her body, straining to be released. When Meg could contain herself no longer, she simultaneously flipped her hair forward, opened her eyes, flexed her biceps, unleashed an multiple orgasmic scream of “POWER!!!” and stamped her sexy, petite, tan little foot on the ground with all of her might. The effects were instant and catastrophic beyond the imagination. The asphalt below Meg’s foot was instantly crushed into a million pieces, sending a shower of debris more than a 1,000 feet in the air and in every direction. Most of the onlooking crowd was instantly killed by the debris, but this was only the beginning. A giant chasm, 500 feet wide, 1,000 feet deep, and an amazing 20 miles long opened up in the Earth in another instant. Building, cars, and people were swept into the collapsing Earth and buried under a billion pounds of rubble. The thing that amazed Meg the most and made her pussy the hottest were the shockwaves that spread out into every direction after the impact of her foot. The waves moved at the speed of sound and carried the full Power of a 10.0 earthquake with them, reaching out over the entire 20 mile radius of the town and destroying every single building. The Earth shook and rumbled for a full 5 minutes after the impact of Meg’s foot, yet another stunning tribute to her Power.

In less than 5 seconds, a town 20 square miles in area with 25,000 residents was gone. Meg was in the center of all this violence and destruction and emerged without a scratch. Even she was surprised by the Power her foot had created. As the familiar waves of passion and pleasure surged through her body and the burning hot cum flowed endlessly from her pussy, Meg stretched her beautiful legs up to her face in a tremendous display of athletic flexibility. She stared at her bare feet for a long moment, admiring the contrast in color between the top and bottom as she always did. She was unable to believe that such a delicate, feminine looking thing as her pretty feet could create so much power. After her moment of self admiration, she used her telekinetic Power to sweep the remaining rubble, crushed cars, and dead bodies into the chasm her foot had created. She then effortlessly used her telekinetic Power again to seal the chasm. The entire town and everything that had been in it was gone, with nothing left but a scar on the Earth. Meg then flew away, eagerly seeking the next test of her strength and Power.

Chapter Six: It’s Here!
As Meg ended the Vision of destroying the town and came back to reality, she could virtually feel her full Powers now. She was alone at the house, her family was out of town. She looked at the clock it was Midnight, now officially her 16th birthday. Meg admiringly stroked the tight, pulsating mass of her ever growing quad, admiring the growing ripples that were becoming more and more pronounced every day. She effortlessly stretched her thigh to her face and kissed it with a smile. Meg was contemplating calling on another Vision when she felt a wave of lightheadedness wash over her. It soon gave way to a throbbing sensation of Power, and she heard the springs of her bed begin to creak, though she wasn’t moving her body at all. She realized why a moment later..she was becoming heavier. Was this a Vision? No, it was real! Meg felt an amazing super orgasm rushing through her pussy, the kind she had felt only in the Vision world. Meg immediately knew what this meant..”It’s happening!! It’s finally happening!! My Powers are coming!! No more Visions, my Power is about to be REAL!!!” Meg cried out with pleasure as she felt her skin becoming tighter and her muscles moving underneath, growing with increasing fury. Next she could feel the veins pushing through her skin as her body fat dropped to absolute zero. Power..real strength beyond even her wildest Visions..began flooding into Meg’s body like water through a broken dam. Just as she had that first night with the magazine 8 years ago, Meg closed her eyes and screamed in a booming voice, “Power!! Power!! POWWWWWWERRRRRR!!!”

But this time, unlike 8 years ago, there was real, growing Power behind that sexy voice. As her screams continued, the windows in her room exploded outward in a deluge of broken glass. Next Meg felt a splitting headache, this she had experienced in a Vision. It was her brain changing, developing and multiplying her now very real psychic powers to God like proportions. The pain was intense but Meg just smiled, it was the last pain she would ever feel and soon she would be a Goddess, the most powerful force on Earth. This was it, the incredible destiny of Power that she known was hers since she was just a little girl. Soon she would no longer be a girl, but would be a fully grown woman with the most incredible physique the world has ever seen! Up to now, Meg had considered her lust for Power to be more addictive than even the strongest drug, she simply couldn't stop using the Visions to experience what Power would be like. Now, as she passed out from the sensory overload of pleasure, strength, and pain, she realized she was about to begin a new addiction which was even more irresistible: the urge to use her Power.

When Meg woke up, sunlight was streaming in through the shattered window. A quick glance at the clock told her it was 8 AM, she had been sleeping for 8 hours solid. The question now, was it real?? The Power, was it really hers? She threw the sheet off the bed and closed her eyes. She opened her eyes and feasted her pretty eyes on her new superhuman muscles! Abs cut to perfection, quads as thick as tree trunks, biceps now the size of a basketball! Was it really her? She jumped out of bed with force that shook the ground and ran to the full length mirror that she had stood in front naked so many times to flex and monitor her progress over the last 8 years. What she saw amazed her. There it all was, her exact body from the very first Vision. He face had matured to 22 years old and was incredibly beautiful, but that was the least shocking change. Meg’s enormous, perfect 38-DD breasts were right there, with the same silver dollar sized super hard nipples that she had touched so many times in her Visions. She could feel incredible excitement between her legs that the Visions had promised her so many times. She stretched her sexy leg up to her ear just like she had done in her final Vision last night to look at her new supercharged pussy. It was magnificent, with bulging, meaty lips that she could easily control and squeeze. She couldn't wait to rape one of the guys who had given her a hard time over the years and crush his dick in between them, she thought with an evil smile. She touched it gently with her pink manicured fingers and nails, closing her eyes as the incredible heat surged through her body. She effortly created her first super orgasm and almost went wild with pleasure.

When she opened her eyes, Meg realized her sexy bare feet were not touching the ground, she really could fly! She used her flying powers to move around the room, turning a somersault in midair and giggling loudly. Now it was time for the main event, testing her strength. This was the truest and her favorite form of Power, always had been. She walked across the room to her huge antique oak dresser, lovingly watching her mighty quads and calves ripple powerfully with every step. The dresser weighed over 1,000 pounds and had taken four men to move. This was nothing compared to the feats of strength in her Visions, but a Goddess must start somewhere. Meg’s enormous legs rippled with unimaginable Power as she bent down to place her hand underneath. She should be able to lift this with just one hand, easily. Meg closed her eyes, put the palm of her hand underneath, and lifted upwards. The huge dresser felt literally weightless to Meg, and she lifted it with so much force it flew through the ceiling. Amazed, Meg held the massive dresser fully outstretched and began doing one legged squats with it. It was, again,utterly weightless, but still activated every rippling muscle in her legs, making them look like the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Meg laughed insanely, threw her head back, and screamed out the word that she had said thousands of times over the last 8 years, the one single word that had driven her to transform herself from an average little girl into the most powerful force the world has ever known, a living Goddess on earth: “Power!!!”

“Now it’s time for some real muscle flexing!!” Meg cried as she crushed the remains of the dresser in her hands. She slowly, casually walked straight through the wall of her bedroom into the living room of the house, her bare feet crushing the chunks of plaster and concrete as she made her way toward the outside wall of the house. “Let’s try another power!” Meg squealed with delight. She clenched her fist and thought about her telekinetic power. Imagining she was standing right next to the wall and was touching it, she moved her fist forward in a quick movement. The impact instantly knocked out the entire long wall of the house, letting the sunlight stream in through the dust and debris. “Yep, it works!” Meg laughed with an evil grin. Back to my strength, she thought. Meg walked outside and grabbed one of the large steel support beams that held up the wooden deck on the second floor. She grabbed the beam tightly, feeling it become malformed in her hand. She then effortlessly ripped it out of the concrete and away from the deck, causing the deck to collapse on top of her. The thousands of pounds of falling debris simply bounced of Meg’s body as though she had a force field around her and she stepped forward, again crushing the jagged concrete and wood effortlessly under her bare feet. She then held the enormously heavy steel beam in front of her chest with both hands and tried to bend it. The steel began to creak and groan in an incredibly sexy sound, yielding to Meg’s power in an instant. The sight and sound of the steel bending in Meg’s hands was the most incredible thing since her transformation, an orgasmic feeling of unimaginable power that even the Visions could not have prepared for.

Now completely drunk on Power, Meg jumped straight up to the top the house, a distance of more than 35 feet. She landed on the pointed roof on one foot and did a 360 degree turn while standing on her polished toes. In the distance she saw the Interstate highway, with all of the mere mortals driving their cars to work. The world was now Meg’s toy and everyone in it a mere insect to be controlled or destroyed by her. Meg sensed a new Power growing inside her mind, one that had not been experienced in a Vision. To test it, she randomly choose one of the cars, who was in it was not important. Only Meg and her Power mattered now, as the world would soon learn. She put her hands on her hips in a stunning power pose and concentrated her awesome mental energy on the one car she had picked and thought about fire. In an instant the car burst into flames and was consumed completely. The world’s new God had just sacrificed the first victims to her Power! Meg hadn’t been sure what it would feel like to kill for the first time, but it felt amazing. Made her feel like her Powers had an instant. She was just getting started, by the end of this day the world would be shaken to its core.

“Time to fly!” Meg said with ever growing delight as she jumped straight up from the roof and soared into the air. In an instant she was flying faster than a fighter jet leaving huge sonic booms in her wake, which shattered windows and shook the ground for miles. “Cool, I never saw that in the Visions!” the new Goddess said as she laughed at the damage she was causing below with the sonic boom. “Now, it’s time for some REAL Power..” Meg looked around at the clear blue sky. Let’s change this, she thought. The invincible Superwoman stopped in mid air, held out her arms, and let the Power flow through her body. With an enormous smile on her face, she visualized her brain revving up it’s Power to maximum and began chanting “Storm!! Storm!! Storm!!” Immediately large black clouds began forming in the sky, boiling like tar under a fire. Rain began pouring down in sheets, where just an instant earlier there had been perfect blue skies. Meg saw the people 100 feet below her, shocked and running for cover, and laughed. She again chose one random person upon whom to inflict her Power. Meg pointed her finger at this unlucky insect, smiled viciously and cried out “Lightning!!” A massive lightning bolt streaked down from the clouds and struck the person perfectly in the chest, burning his body to a cinder instantly. Meg still wasn’t finished. She raised her arms high over her head and yelled out “Wind!! Wind!! Wind!!” Meg instantly felt the wind blowing through her hair, the cold air flowing over her clit and pussy, driving her wild with pleasure and increasing her Power to uncontrollable levels. “Faster!! Faster!!” Meg screamed as she saw the effects of the wind below. Trees were being ripped out of the ground, cars flying through the air, office building blown off their foundation. The Power felt incredible. Not even 8 years of the Visions had prepared her for this day. Overcome with raw emotions and feelings of unlimited and irresistible Power, Meg cried out “I am God! I LITERALLY am the one true God! This world is mine!! MINE! POWER!!”

Though not the least bit fact she felt stronger...Meg allowed the wind and storm to subside, time to go flying again and find the next test. She flew at over 2,000 miles an hour for the next 30 minutes, just observing the world she would soon conquer and rule with a fist of iron. What should she command her slaves to call her? God? Goddess? Superwoman? How about just Meg? As she was contemplating this with a giggle, Meg saw a sight that stunned her. The town from her Vision last night, just as she had seen it, was just over the horizon waiting for her sexy little tan foot to destroy it. Her heart beat accelerated with excitement as she flew faster toward it. Every rush of Power was a better experience than the one before, and this was easily going to be the best. As she descended to the ground, the last shreds of mercy and humanity in Meg’s powerful body spoke out to her. Her feet touched the ground in the exact spot from the Vision, and she had her first doubts about what she was doing. Did she really need to conquer and destroy the world? Was it wrong to use her Powers just to give herself pleasure? Meg chased these thoughts out of her mind, closed her eyes, and raised her sexy little foot….

(To Be Continued)

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

The Flirt

The Flirt: Part 7 Finale

I had to reform my body back to contest size just to wear my clothes again (and fit through the doors). A group of people started forming outside my place and peeking in, so I grabbed my laptop, phone, some clothes and drove up the beach. I’m sure Cliff was OK, besides he now had a limp dick the size of a French bread loaf.

I looked back and saw the house in near shambles with a stretch of broken asphalt for miles. I’ve had my special gift for so long, but never felt this much power.

I found a quiet stretch of beach by a pier and made a spot under the stars. I looked up and reached out with my mind. All of those tiny voices became louder and clearer. Thousands of them… no, more. I concentrated and was able to focus on an individual thought. Some pimple-faced teen boy 20 miles away looking at me on YouTube. Another man watching a viral meme of me from the Qualifer show. Christ, he’s in Nevada. No wonder I’ve been able to pull in so much strength & mass, I’m able to reach out hundreds of miles now. Maybe even more. Nighty night Meg.

The next morning I met with my manager who had been calling me non-stop since the competition. As I sat down across from him, he didn’t say a word. He just turned his computer around showing the YouTube video from the beachside Gym. 50 Million hits. Then the competition video. 70 Million hits. He turned on the TV and flipped through a few channels. Local news was outside my place. Another talk show discussing the video phenomenon. Another and another. Every social and traditional media seemed to be buzzing like an old school conspiracy theory. Is it Real? Is it Fake? Is it even Human? Think LochNess, Area 51, Big Foot and Beatlemania all rolled up into one.

“Meg, we have an unprecedented opportunity here.“ he finally said. “I don’t know how you did those things or if it is even real, but EVERYONE is curious to find out.” He explained how major US and global networks have been hounding him to get the story.

My manager booked tickets for New York leaving later today. He handed me a company credit card and told me to go shopping. “Meg, you’re hitting the big time tomorrow.

I was getting into my car when my phone rang. It’s Jess. “Meg, I’m in town. We really need to talk.” I say, “Better yet Jess, we need to shop!”

Jessica was angry at me for a number of reasons. Leaving town suddenly without calling, unfairly outshining her through high school, growing massive muscles on YouTube… you know the normal girl stuff. Of course we made up because she’s my absolute best friend in the whole wide world. We met up on Rodeo Drive and after a couple hours of quality shopping, I practically kidnapped her to come with me to New York.

I couldn’t sleep a wink. Good thing since the Morning Show time slot was in a couple hours and we just arrived at our NYC hotel room. Jess and I freshened up, changed and looked DAMN GOOD. My manager met us downstairs and looked, well frazzled. I knew I would probably put on a little show for the cameras so I picked out a strong, stretchy swimsuit worn underneath a new Chanel dress that hugged my modestly large yet ultra ripped physique. Jess helped me fine tune the look as to what would play best with a general audience. A little less ripped, veiny and muscular. While still big and strong, a smoother, more feminine version of me was ready for America.

Tons of people were milling around as we made our way to the studio. An assistant showed us to the green room which was full of delicious food and the other guests waiting to go on. I started to feel nervous, so I closed my eyes and pretended I was under the stars. I let my mind relax, wander and expand. Deeper into my own consciousness.

Finally a voice rang out, “Megan, we’re ready for you.” Jess gave me the thumbs up as I followed the show aid out into the studio. She showed me to my seat and ran through a series of lighting & sound checks. The hosts came over during commercial break to give me a brief overview of what they were going to ask. Everyone kept checking their tablets, then back to me and my Physique level musculature. I know exactly what they were thinking. The footage of me everyone was buzzing about was obviously fake.

Five, four, three, …, …

“We’d like to welcome Megan to the show today.” A brief applause as camera 2 gave the viewing audience a full body view of me.

“Thank you for having me.” I said with deep smile.

“Meg, can I call you Meg?”

“Oh please, everyone does.”

“OK. Well Meg, thanks for joining us this morning. The entire internet is buzzing about some recent videos where you’re the center attraction. You’re a very muscular woman but these show something else entirely.” I squirm a bit as the camera does a closeup roll over my body, showing every muscular curve packed into my little black dress. “Let’s play a clip for any viewing audience.”

They cut to a quick montage of the Qualifier and beachside gym, along with a few selfies. I hear some gasps and some laughs from the studio audience. Fuck! This shit is global now.

“We’ll, it’s the age of the strong woman, right?” I say to relieve a little tension.

“Sure, everyone can see that. What everyone is wondering is how you faked these unbelievably realistic videos. There’s conspiracy theorists that say they’re not faked and a global domination is coming. Hollywood CG professionals can see that it is quality work, but it would take days or weeks. These were uploaded within an hour or less of the time-stamp.

You’ve got the military wondering if this could be a threat, or used as a weapon. Scientists trying to figure out the science behind it… if it could even happen and how to replicate it. Feminists want to use it as an action call. Anti-drug groups talking about how far sports doping has come. Fan boys and girls wanting to be like you. Weird fetish weirdos coming out of the woodwork. The Right is using it as a call to regain traditional American values. Pro this. Anti that. You’ve got the entire country using you as a way to fire up their agenda.”

Wow, the studio lights sure felt hot at that point as the hosts went on. I looked at the monitors and could see the sweat running down my face. Stay calm.

“We’ll, honestly I didn’t think this would cause that kind of reaction. I didn’t even want them out there.” I quietly said in response. I looked out the studio windows onto the street where even larger crowds were gathering to get a glimpse of the freak. I saw a sea of signs. Protesters, supporters and even “Doomsday is Here” nut jobs. I looked off stage and saw my manager giving me a sign by “flexing”, if you can call it that. Jess was all smiles with a big thumbs up for support.

“So, come on Meg,” the host said as he leaned in closer and put his hand on my knee, “how about you show the world what you can do, or let’s call this hoax for what this really is.”

Asshole! I’ve always done my best to keep my secret but now with the videos out there and this prick badgering me… well. I close my eyes and go deep into thought.

Now remember, this was being broadcast worldwide on television and live streaming on every social media. Later estimates say this was viewed live by over a 50 million people with streaming views near a billion. Let’s begin.

I stand up and begin and flex a few standard poses. I even take some pounds off to get the audience riled up about me being a possible fake. The crowd snickers in disappointment, just the cue I was waiting for.

With effortless ease I bulk up and pack on muscle while the audience gasps at the unexpected growth in mass. My dress starts to stretch over the bulging, taut muscle as I quickly expand to the size I was at the beach house. Beyond massive with rippled, engorged muscle that would make any Mr. Olympia bashful. That was the easy part since I can easily add or gain mass I’d previously acquired.

I must be more. My deep concentration reaches out to millions and millions of thoughts giving me the template to increase. So many thoughts flood my mind, causing a fogging haze.

Mounds of muscle pile on to my body as my dress clings to its last hopes. So much power and I feel I’ve only dipped my toe into the pool. The reigns are officially off as the crowd feeds into a frenzy.

Bigger, stronger and more muscle packing on than anyone has ever dreamt. My dress tatters into a million pieces across the studio audience. The swimsuit beneath holds tight as cords of pure steel power grow to unreal dimensions, streams of thick veins grow as they nourish unrelenting muscle. I finally reach a point where the muscle are so big, my body is constricted from total movement as the giant steel muscles grind against each other for a glimpse of freedom. Finally, I topple over and hit the studio floor with an earth shattering “thud” as my behemoth sized physique simply can’t move. All the while muscle continues to pack on and form together with near excruciating pain. I sit motionless like a giant ball of expanding muscle while the cameras continue to roll.

My mind grows hazier, but I feel faint desires for giant women coming through. I feel my arm grow longer and with that, some freedom of movement from the overblown beachball sized muscles surrounding it. I feel my bones extend and stretching out the muscles enough to where I can get my balance and stand again. I’m about 7.5 feet tall as I look down upon the crowd. The muscles keep growing.

I take a look back and see Jess in total horror. The rest of the audience too. I break for the window and jump through the glass to the street below where mass crowds of people have gathered. I force my body to grow taller to keep up with the now uncontrollable muscle growth. 9 feet, 10 feet, 15 feet and my swimsuit finally snaps with a deafening cry.

There are literally hundreds of cameras on my, from news to cellphones streaming live and the desires grow stronger in my mind as millions more see the feeds. I can’t shut them out, it’s simply too much. I make the mistake of stopping to look at my surroundings and the insane muscle growth overtakes my 22 foot frame, knocking me over on my ass again and crippling me with immobility into an even bigger ball of pure muscle.

Getting taller faster is the only way to get through this as I quickly add 10 feet of height, giving me enough bodily movement to stand. I grab hold of the side of a building and my grip completely shatters the steel and concrete. It’s only a small section of corner, but this kind of strength could do real damage if I don’t get control of it.

As I finally stand up tall, it’s literally the “Attack of the 40 Foot Women” come to life. Naked at that and live for the world to see with glorious mountains of pure steel muscle. I race down the road, continually growing in height and muscle. The tops of building become clearer as well as snugger as this extreme muscle growth makes me as wide as an entire boulevard.

I reach the edge of the island and easily jump across the river, flying and crashing into New Jersey leaving a 50 foot crater. The area isn’t nearly as populated but from my now 15 story vantage point I can clearly see the path of destruction. Crumbling buildings, streams of traffic, helicopters and… crap, fighter jets. I seriously doubt they could hurt me know, but damn it, I am not a monster. Well maybe just a little.

I head farther inland at about 200 feet tall. My legs are so damn long, I can easily outwalk the oncoming air traffic. I finally look down and get a glimpse of myself. Holy shit Meg!

I reach down and rub my fingers over the gargantuan corded muscles criss crossing my legs. Up over my abdomen and up to my mountain (seriously) sized breasts. I flex my arm and every muscle explodes with power as a small nearby town is plunged into darkness from my muscle eclipse.

I heard a loud noise coming from a fast approaching helicopter. It’s Jess voice from a loud speaker begging me to stop and come to my senses. My mind is so damn foggy from all the voices but hearing my oldest friend gives me some clarity.

What do I do? I now stood at 300 feet tall with enough muscle in one finger to flick a Battleship across Utah. There’s no power on earth that could come close to stopping me. I could become the queen of the planet. Probably even put on way more muscle and become the strongest being in the entire universe.

I blacked out after that.

1 Year Later

Thanks for letting me tell my story.

After what the media called “the Meghattan Incident”, the US Government/Military and I had a long “talk”. They wanted to put me away in a secret underground bunker and make me a lab rat to figure out how my special power works. Unfortunately for them, it’s hard to force someone stronger than 50 Superman and the ability to grow to the size of a mountain. I did lay low underground for a month or so to let things cool off.

I pinky swore I wouldn’t ever grow that big or abuse my strength again, but do miss that power. Like they could do anything about it anyways :) I’m a girl of my word though… right?

I tried to go back to living a normal life as the old Meg, but I had the most recognizable and somewhat feared face on the planet. It was easy enough to tweak my shape, facial features, hair color, etc. The new me was born and living anonymously in America. Pretty boring and mundane.

I did set up a super-secret webcam account though. If you can find me and have the small fortune to pay, I promise you the most exciting 5 minutes of your entire life.

The End

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

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Thursday, June 22, 2017

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Tuesday, April 25, 2017

The Flirt


The Flirt: Part 6

I awoke the next morning with someone kicking sand in my face. Ironic right? Just a kid playing on the beach a little too far from his parents. I got up and flexed every muscle as hard and tight as these new babies could go and let out a ferocious roar. He ran off screaming back to his mom.

Today was going to be a “ME” day. After a quick shower, I grabbed a bite to eat, checked my phone and saw way too many texts and emails for me to deal with. I pulled up the State Qualifier’s website to see who won. It wasn’t me. I first thought it was because of my quick and unexplained growth, but it turns out they disqualify you if you leave before it’s over. Another oops.

The sun was shining brightly, so I crammed these magnificent new muscles into the biggest bikini I had and went out to explore my new body. I’ve never been much of a runner but somehow it felt right today. Each stride was effortless, quickly gaining speed and stamina. When I finally started breaking a sweat, I stopped at a nearby beach-side gym to catch my breath.

Let’s test this muscle out. There were some pretty big boys there and a ton of gawking tourists and muscle fans. I racked my normal set then added a little extra. The weights felt so light. I know I put on a decent amount of muscle last night, but this was way lighter than I expected. I looked around and saw what the biggest guy was pressing, then matched the same on my rack. It took a lot effort but I did a few reps, then slammed the last rep down with a thunderous clank. Everyone turned.

The big bodybuilder came over and introduced himself as Cliff. He checked me over and what I had had just lifted, then went into an egotistical rant about now being shown up on his beach. Apparently Cliff was a big shot in these parts and he liked to put on a show. He gave me a coy smile letting me know he was just playing to the crowd.

“So some muscle bitch thinks she’s as strong as me, huh. What do yous guys think?”, Cliff spurted and the crowd started yelling. I got up and started heading for the gate.

“No, no honey pants, let’s do this right.” Did he just call me honey pants? Cliff added more weight to his rack and settled in. “We call this MOOSE, like HORSE or Pig but with weights instead of balls.” He lifted the set easily, got up and roared. “This is just my warm-up. Your turn.”

OK, it’s on. Time to do what I do best, flirt with the crowd. I sensually walked over and played “poor weak ole me” to the crowd although my body said something completely different. I could feel their thought, they like it. The set was easy with my new strength from last night’s competition.

Set after set I matched Cliff and the crowd loved me more for it. I was pushing more weight than I ever dreamed… but I was at my limit. Cliff started to look worried that I may show him up and added another 100 lbs to the bar. It seriously started to bend as Cliff’s hulking buddies struggled to lift it up for a spot. Cliff grabbed hold and they slowly released. It went down like the Titanic, slow to sink and never to come back up. He was out. His first failure and my turn to steal.

The crowd cheered as I settled in. Cliff’s buddies were ready to spot me, but I waved them off. Concentrate Meg. I could feel the crowd, sense them wanting me to beat Cliff, show him up. I wrapped my hands on the bar and started to lift. It didn’t budge.

This was more weight than I’ve ever had racked. Way more. Concentrate damnit.

The bar started to move from the stand. I could feel my muscles thickening and tightening to give me more strength as I strained every fiber to lower the bar to my chest. Bigger & stronger was on everyone’s mind and I let it pour into me. OK, I successfully lowered the bar as it bent wide over my chest. I still had to lift it up though.

Nothing. Concentrate.

I turned beet red as I struggled, every muscle excruciatingly painful. It took everything I had just to keep it from crushing my chest. Only for a moment though.

The crowd was fever pitching chanting “HONEY PANTS! HONEY PANTS!” My chest began to billow with fresh muscle. Shoulders and arms ballooning. Blood coursing through engorged veins and feeding my body with unbelievable strength. The bar started to rise and the crowd went wild. I was growing quickly as a flood of the crowd’s emotions poured into me. Deep striations formed as my chest grew stronger and pushed my bikini top to its limits. I’ve never felt so powerful and didn’t want it to stop. More. More.

I successfully landed the bar on the rack and simply said, “More.” Cliff looked shocked but grabbed another 50 lbs. I motioned for 200. Just like before, I could barely lift it only this time the crowd wasn’t feeding me enough thoughts of super strength.

The bar came crashing down on my chest and again struggled to keep it from crushing me. So much weight this time though. I looked up at the sky like my nights on the beach, searching for more. The pain fueled my mind as fatigue racked my body. I was at the brink of complete failure and melt down.

For the first time, thousands of tiny voices with those far off desires became loud and clear in my mind, wanting me to get bigger and stronger. More muscular than any man. Any living being. Let’s give the voices what they want.

In a wave faster and more powerful than before, steel-hard muscle exploded over my body. Arggggghhhh…. YES! It felt as if a light turned on for the first time in my life and I could see. Besides much bigger muscle, it was becoming incredibly dense and thick. So much power coursed through me. I started to lift the bar as the muscle kept expanding.

The first rep was complete but it took everything I had. I need more, much more. The next rep was a bit easier as more muscle kept flooding in. Thick, round and dense with a roadmap of veins popping all over my magnificent new body to feed this power. I piled on more beautiful muscle with each rep. By the 10th rep I stood up with the bar in one hand and curled it like a dumb bell… a very light dumb bell.

I stood up and the crowd was silent. They just watched a gorgeous, well muscled girl turn into a magnificent Goddess with more muscle than anyone has seen before their eyes. Damnit, not again. I realized my bikini was in tatters next to the bench.

Holy shit was I big and felt so wonderful with all of this power. I looked down at my awesome nakedness, then over to Cliff with a coy smile. “Take that Honey Pants,” I said. I was in so much in self-muscle lust, I didn’t notice someone had caught it all on their phone.

I ran back home with amazing speed. Each stride felt so effortless. When I looked back I could see the trail I had left behind in the broken pavement. Christ, how much did I weigh?

My messages had piled up exponentially since my jog on the beach. One after another asking if I was OK. What happened at the show? Some I knew, most had found my name and email from the Qualifiers website asking me to contact them.

Then a text from my old friend Jessica. “I knew it! - GOOGLE Meg’s Muscle Growth.”

I googled it right away. The first thing that came up was a strange blog about a girl writing muscle stories with badly morphed pictures of muscle girls (although they do kinda look like me :) Then I saw a link to a video from last night’s competition. I clicked on it and sure enough it was me going all hulky on stage. Over 30,000 views since last night and climbing fast. Wow.

I skimmed through the comments and past the Troll remarks. Luckily in the digital age most people don’t believe what they see. “Badly Shopped”... hey now. “Quit the roids ladies”... puhlease! I hit refresh and another 5,000 view. This thing is going viral.

A new video link popped up. SHIT, it’s from this morning. This could be bad for me. I text Jess back. WU BAE. MISS ME AS MUCH AS I MISSU? DON’T BELIEVE WHAT YOU SEE. COME SEE ME IN VENICE.

As much as I LOVE my new muscle, there’s no possible way I can explain any of it. I reluctantly size down to my pre-contest musculature. I decide to keep the denseness and still feel 10x stronger than I had. At least now I can fit into my bathrobe.

Then a knock at my back door and I nearly jump out of my chair. It’s Cliff. I instinctively crack it open slightly like he might attack me… but then I’d like to see him try.

“Uh, what are you doing here?” I question him in a surprising tone. He motions to the trail of pounded concrete leading up to my patio stretching 15 miles long. “Mind if I come in?” His bravado is long gone and I sense his bewilderment at my smaller muscles.

I open the door and invite him in. He sits on the sofa as I make us some tea. He just stares in confusion, trying to say something then abruptly stopping. Ain’t it cute, big strong man is tongue tied.

I set his tea down and sit close. Then, I give my breasts a little extra oomph to make him even more uncomfortable. I put my fingers to his lips. “Don’t say a word honey buns, I beat you fair & square”. He smiles as I wrap my hand around his arm and squeeze his huge bicep. The other hand goes a bit lower.

Now you might think this would be a good place to insert a revenge story. The thing is, Cliff is really hot and I’ve had a stressful couple of days. I look deep into his feelings and desires which turns me on more… more than ever before. He finally gets out, “what happened to your…” as my lower hand clamps tighter. He likes the muscle on me. I straddle his legs, pinning him to the sofa beneath me.”

“Touch me and find out.” He pulls open my bathrobe slightly then slowly reaches up and caresses my breasts as I let out a slight moan. He stops in amazement as I make them bigger before his eyes. I whisper into his ear, “please continue.”

Every spot he touches I make bigger. Breast tissue, muscle, you name it. The robe falls completely to the floor as I straddle him naked. His hand slowly crosses my shoulders as they balloon in size behind it. Twice as large, three times, then more. I envelope Cliff in a mass of muscle and tissue as he continues to stroke every inch of my body. The sofa finally breaks from my weight and I land on top of him, nearly knocking him out. He doesn’t stop caressing me.

My clit has grown large also and I scream in ecstasy as it throbs across him. I rip open his pants as if they were paper and thrust him inside of me. I can barely see him now beneath me as he continues to caress me larger and larger. I don’t know if I’m more turned on by him or myself. Damn I look and feel amazing. His dick is pretty large but I feel him wishing it was even bigger. I do too. A new sensation fills me as I feel it growing inside of me. Wider, longer, stronger.

He pulls out quickly and looks over his slightly enlarged manhood. I easily pick him up and thrust him back in harder. Pushing so deep it feels I may swallow him whole. We both continue to grow. Can I control things inside of me? I imagine him twice the girth and feel the growth instantly. He moans but continues on, desiring me to get bigger. I ram him in and out of me with such force but his dick is strong as steel and nearly big as an I-beam.

We crash through the floor. He climaxes as my full weight lands on him for a final thrust. He’s out like a light with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. I look up at the damage we caused.

The ground shakes as I head up the stairs to the bathroom to check myself out in the mirror. I can’t squeeze through the door, so I stand back a ways. I see is tits and muscle. Lots of them and I like it.

I look down the hole in my floor and see Cliff still passed out. Back to the computer and check the YouTube video from before. Over 300,000 views. I click the newer one from this morning thinking it may hit 50K by now. 3 MILLION!

Christ what have I done.