tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41275263059704990502024-03-13T12:14:24.154-07:00Meg's Muscle GrowthI've always dreamed of having sexy, huge, bulging muscles.
Here's my fantasy page where all dreams come true.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.comBlogger276125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-79456211370711208972018-11-04T06:53:00.000-08:002018-11-04T06:53:04.246-08:00VISIONS of POWERThe Story of Meg and Her Quest to be a Goddess<br />Written for me by <b>Chandler White</b><br /><br /><b>Chapter One: The Awakening</b><br />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<br />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.<br /><br />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! <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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!!!!”<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br /><b>Chapter Two: Growing Strength</b><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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!!!”<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br /><b>Chapter Three: Dark Visions</b><br />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.<br /><br />The Visions were changing along with her body. By her 14th birthday, Meg had<br />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.<br /><br />In one particularly exciting Vision, Meg was dressed in a super sexy, pussy length,<br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br /><b>Chapter Four: The Power is Real!</b><br />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.<br /><br /><br /><b>Chapter Five: So Close to Reality</b><br />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!”<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br /><b>Chapter Six: It’s Here!</b><br />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!!!”<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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!!!”<br /><br />“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.<br /><br />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 doubled..no tripled..in an instant. She was just getting started, by the end of this day the world would be shaken to its core.<br /><br />“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!!”<br /><br />Though not the least bit tired...in 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….<br /><br /><i>(To Be Continued)</i>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-86840164176669328412018-01-17T09:12:00.001-08:002018-01-17T09:12:54.499-08:00The Flirt<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><a href="http://megsfmg.blogspot.com/2017/04/the-flirt.html">Previous</a> </span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">The Flirt: Part 7 Finale </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span><b>MEGHATTAN</b></span></span><br />
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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.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />“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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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!”<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br /><br />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.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />Five, four, three, …, …<br /><br />“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.<br /><br />“Thank you for having me.” I said with deep smile.<br /><br />“Meg, can I call you Meg?”<br /><br />“Oh please, everyone does.”<br /><br />“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.”<br /><br />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. <br /><br />“We’ll, it’s the age of the strong woman, right?” I say to relieve a little tension.<br /><br />“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.<br /><br />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.”<br /><br />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.<br /><br />“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.<br /><br />“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.”<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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! <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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. <br /><br />I blacked out after that.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>1 Year Later</b></span><br /><br />Thanks for letting me tell my story. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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? <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">The End</span> Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-16073334527781170532017-11-22T11:18:00.000-08:002017-11-22T11:22:09.599-08:00One of the Top 100 Bodybuilding Blogs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A fabulous new morph of me from my friend Mav.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-38196194156143705802017-04-25T12:18:00.000-07:002018-01-17T09:14:31.011-08:00The Flirt<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><a href="http://megsfmg.blogspot.com/2017/02/the-flirt.html">Previous</a> </span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">The Flirt: Part 6 </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>MOOSE</b></span><br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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“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.<br />
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“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.”<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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This was more weight than I’ve ever had racked. Way more. Concentrate damnit. <br />
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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. <br />
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Nothing. Concentrate. <br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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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?<br />
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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. <br />
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Then a text from my old friend Jessica. “I knew it! - GOOGLE Meg’s Muscle Growth.” <br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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“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. <br />
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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. <br />
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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. <br />
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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.”<br />
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“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.”<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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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!<br />
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Christ what have I done.<br />
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<a href="http://megsfmg.blogspot.com/2018/01/the-flirt.html">Next</a>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-16010257950513804752017-02-09T19:48:00.000-08:002017-04-25T12:19:34.644-07:00The Flirt<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><a href="http://megsfmg.blogspot.com/2016/08/the-flirt.html">Previous</a> </span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">The Flirt: Part 5 </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Qualified</b></span><br />
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To say I was “built” was putting it mildly. Venice Beach was the Mecca for bodybuilding, so I left my home in the middle of the night with what little money I had and decided to make a new start. No need to pack much since my clothes didn’t fit anymore. I grabbed an extra pair of loose sweats then left my parents a note and a kiss on their sleeping cheeks as I crept out the door. <br />
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I drove through the night and arrived at first light. Muscle Beach. <br />
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After a quick bite to eat, my first stop was a local beach-ware shop to get a new bikini and wrap. Straight from the dressing room to the checkout counter, I could tell the young male clerk was doing his best not to stare. He rung me out and I gave hive a little extra swagger as I walked out the door.<br />
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I immediately felt at home as 5’ 9” ripped young hardbody. I could really experiment with my special gift here. <br />
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I lived out of my car for the first week or so and loved to spend nights on the beach. I paraded around to the local gyms and beach spots and it didn’t take long to grab the attention of some top bodybuilders around Muscle Beach. They took me in, ready to mold and shape me into a top Figure competitor. I was soon offered Anobolics, HGH and other black market enhancements. I accepted them all, but didn’t take a one. It was simply cover for my sudden growth about to happen.<br />
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Over the next few weeks I spent most of my time at the gym, working out a little but mostly flirting with the guys that liked strong muscular woman. I drew their desires, molding my body to their idea of feminine muscular perfection. Very soon I was ripped (although I ate like a pig) and gained thicker, stronger muscle. My breasts even grew bigger which some thought was a boob job. Nope, just my little special gift.<br />
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Money was running out and hadn’t found an apartment. A photographer came to the gym looking for fresh talent. Not one of the top names I’d seen but he did good work. He was smitten and asked if I would model for him. I gladly took the money for spending the next few hours on the beach in quite honestly the smallest bikini I’ve ever seen. The photos soon hit the internet and spread like wildfire. It didn’t take long for a buzz about the new girl on Muscle Beach and sponsorship and modeling offers started coming in. <br />
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I hired a serious pro trainer to look legit and an agent to manage my sponsorship & modeling offers. Both soon pressured me to take the next step and start competing. They saw meteoric growth and thought I had potential to be a top pro. Why not, I knew I could build better muscles quicker than anyone and decided to enter the State Qualifier. I had come to town with a Figure level physique, but in no time grew to the dense musculature of Women’s Physique.<br />
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It was late at night laying on the beach, deserted with stars shining bright. I’m always sensing other people’s wants and desires so the peaceful quiet is rare and welcome. Then I started to sense something else very faint.<br />
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I got up, dusted the sand off me and looked around. A dog walked off in the distance but he didn’t even see me. Just the sand, surf and stars around me. Another faint desire, then another. I tried to block them out but the more I did, the sharper they became.<br />
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That first modelling gig turned into a flood of offers as well as a few major corporate sponsorships. My Instagram & SnapChat accounts were exploding too. I eventually found the cutest little place for rent by the beach, although I still preferred to sleep under the stars on a warm night. <br />
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I was ready for the State Qualifying competition even though I barely worked out. It helps when you’re surrounded by female muscle hungry schmoes on the beach and peering into the gym. My muscles were dense and thick to the point of bursting through my paper thin skin with hardly any body fat. Haha, I didn’t even need to get a fake tan, just pulled that desire from anyone that walked by.<br />
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The night of my first competition came and I was backstage in the pump room getting ready. The other women around me were all so buff and beautiful. Way more than I thought for an non-pro competition, but then again this was California. A chorus of clanking weights played while overly tanned women got pumped. Sweat poured down the spray tans leaving tiny streaks across heavily veined muscle.<br />
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The Women’s Fitness competitors were on stage now. The auditorium wasn’t packed, but I could feel a lot of desire for big, muscular women pulsating from the audience. Although it wasn’t towards me directly, I was able to pull from them and beef up a little. I wanted to go out there and be the biggest and best on stage. I slowly packed on even more thick, dense muscle as I pumped up for the show. Just enough to make my new competition suit fit snug in all the right places.<br />
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The Women’s Physique round finally came and my number was called. I walked out into the white hot spotlight and started hitting a few key poses. Nothing too graceful since I didn’t really practice much, but the crowd seemed to like what they were seeing.<br />
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A flood of desires started coursing through my mind as the audience reacted to my routine. They like me this big. I even felt some urges to go bigger. I’m a flirt by nature so I played up the audience with a couple off the book moves. A school girl dance here and a couple stripper moves there. The crowd went wild as I took a bow to leave the stage. The looks from the other competitors dig through me like dagger, but I don’t care. The audience loves me.<br />
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A few minutes later we were back on stage for the posedown. No need fighting for center stage… I was center stage. Cameras flashing throughout the crowd and I felt so strong. More desires come flooding in, way more than the people from the audience. It was more like when I was laying on the beach. Hundreds if not thousands of tiny far off voices.<br />
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Probably not my best decision, but I decided to let loose at the end of the round. They wanted it. I wanted it. Why not give them a show they wouldn’t forget. I reached out to the crowds desires and my muscles became thick and massive. Deep cuts and gorging veins popped as I flirted on stage with the crowd. They went wild as I continued my routine and growth into a full fledged bodybuilder. The applause finally turned to a collective gasp, then completely silent as people started to realize what was happening to me. I kept going, mind racing and body pumping. Completely unaware while I was so engaged in this fantastic muscle lust.<br />
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Then I felt a pop. My top burst and shot like a rubber band into the front row of judges. I quickly ran off the stage when I realized what happened. Back in the pump room, I started laughing uncontrollably. Janet Jackson could pull off NippleGate, I may have just started MuscleGate. I grabbed my phone from the locker to post a selfie. This should hopefully add a few thousand or more followers. Walking over to the wall mirror to grab a pic, I looked up and my jaw dropped.<br />
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F. U. C. K.<br />
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Mounds of massive muscle covered me. I mean, I knew I had grown some but this was ridiculous… amazing was more like it. I’ve seen bigger muscles at Gold’s, but I wasn’t far off now. I always felt the REALLY big female bodybuilders looked a little too manly. This was different. Huge, luscious muscle draped my body and accentuated every curve. A quick turn to the backside and my ass would make any Brazilian jealous. Flaring lats that tapered like angelic wings. My tits seemed small now in comparison, so I added a couple extra cup sizes to balance it off. <br />
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I could control each muscle group as they danced beautifully for me. A beautiful ballet of pure beef. I pulled a dumbbell from the rack and lifted it without any effort. A heavier one, then a heavier one with barely any struggle.<br />
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I finally turned to see the entire a horde of competitors, promoters, staff and fans staring. Being topless was the least of it. I simply walked back to the locker room, grabbed my clothes and left. How could I possibly explain this? At least it was a small show and I doubt many people saw it. <br />
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I drove for hours and when I got home the night was full of stars and the beach mostly empty. I laid down in the warm sand, cleared my head and the distant, far off urges I had sensed before were clearer. My mind wandered through them, trying to focus, isolate and enhance. There were seemed to be dozens at first, then hundreds, thousands. Continually getting a little clearer, stronger and multiplying.<br />
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I slowly drifted off as the waves crashed against the beach.<br />
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<a href="http://megsfmg.blogspot.com/2017/04/the-flirt.html">Next </a>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-1889298760830997772016-08-12T09:23:00.001-07:002016-08-12T09:23:56.063-07:00Muscle Beach Meg<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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New artwork of ME!! Thanks so much <a href="http://taylorstoonadventure.deviantart.com/" target="_blank"><b>TaylorTunesAdventures</b></a>, I love it.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-63313730500479799992016-08-03T13:39:00.001-07:002017-02-09T19:49:47.460-08:00The Flirt<a href="http://megsfmg.blogspot.com/2013/04/previous-flirt-part-3-taste-of-power-it.html">Previous</a><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">The Flirt: Part 4 </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Re-awakening</b></span><br />
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A week or so later, Jessica came down to Angelo's to see where I "built" my toned body. Angelo had taught me some basics so it looked like I knew what I was doing. She came a couple times but soon went back to her mega-chain fitness center and invited me to join her there. I didn't have any interest. Besides, I had grown fond of Angelo and he offered me a job for the Summer. I accepted.<br />
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Angelo's didn't have many customers but business started to pick up after I started. It could have something to do with my outfit, which might have been a little skimpy and tight. I loved the attention and did what I do best... flirt with men for their attention.<br />
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I must have achieved the perfect body, since the desires coming from the men around me didn't alter. Long, lean with a firm muscle-tone and gravity defying breasts. <br />
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That was until a new patron walked into Angelo's.<br />
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I greeted him as he came in, introduced myself and showed him around as I do with all new customers. His eyes were rolling over my every curve, which everyone's did, but the lust emanating from him was for big muscle. As I demonstrated proper technique on one of the machines, I could feel a new desire coming from him. He was imagining rock hard muscles growing and stretching my outfit to it's limit. The transformation started before I could control it which startled me and I quickly shut it down. I stopped, looked deep into his soul and simply asked, "Well Joe, do you have any other questions?" trying not to look freaked out.<br />
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Did men find big muscles on women attractive? I've loved this athletic body I've had for the last few years but never thought of having bigger muscles. I already felt strong and full of energy, but maybe it was time to experiment more... and Joe was my new target.<br />
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A few days went by after Joe's initial visit to the gym and he left me with a decent amount of muscle. I watched as they reacted to my every movement, dancing at my command. Had to wear less revealing clothes, but not much. The additional strength and energy felt wonderful and I wondered what even more would feel like.<br />
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I've seen pictures of female bodybuilders but started to Google more about them. Many were bigger than I had thought possible until I ran across the fantasy sites. Drawings, morphs and stories about impossibly huge women with immense strength and gargantuan muscles. Wow, some people were really into this which fascinated me.<br />
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I called Joe. "Ummm, hi Joe? This is Megan from Angelo's. Just a standard follow up to see how your experience at Angelo’s has been and see if you have any questions?" I was lying through my teeth and made up a couple bullshit questions regarding the gym's equipment and service. A slight funny feeling came over me, like I could almost feel his desires of me through the phone. That was new and he was definitely thinking about me and my toned muscle.<br />
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We ended up going out for coffee that night. I didn’t plan on staying long. After a cup and a refill, I asked him if he wanted to go to Angelo's for a late night workout. Business hours were long over, but I unlocked the door and seductively led him to the free weights, leaving a trail of clothing like breadcrumbs for Joe to follow. He was full of raw of desire as I finally revealed the barest of my workout attire.<br />
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I laid down on the bench and grabbed a few twenty five pounders. Joe came over and sat by my feet just watching as I lifted the iron dumbells over my head, then back down. Again. I didn't need to look into his eyes to feel what he was thinking. He simply watched as my taught and slightly muscular body reacted against the weight. His muscle lust was intense.<br />
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I crossed my arms and started a few sit-ups which quickly made my abdominals a defined six-pack. By the tenth sit-up I was at a full eight-pack. Joe rubbed his hand over my hard core, feeling the ridges as they became more defined and pronounced.<br />
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The muscle and unbridled strength began to flow into me as a mesmerized Joe kept wishing for more. I didn't have to lift a weight at this point to gain mass, it was all done by my new friend and his desires for muscular women. Larger, stronger and leaner as my little body fat began to melt away, making my fast growing physique ultra defined.<br />
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I straddled Joe as my body began to sweat, grabbed his hands and thrust them along my side and up around my chest. A new wave of desire came stronger as he held on to feel the growing muscle beneath his hands. Not only did they become bigger, but also harder as Joe's strong physique now felt like marshmallows against the iron growing beneath my skin. Such power.<br />
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As my sports bra stretched to it’s limit, Joe tried to remove the little fabric left on my growing breasts. I easily pinned his arms back to stop him, set him back on the bench and lay on top. The harder I’d grind on him, the more the more muscle flowed into me. I could see his pain and need for release, but I kept grinding and growing as his pain and pleasure increased.<br />
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The desires and amazing growth emanating from Joe simply turned off as he finally came and passed out. I grabbed a weight that I used to have trouble with and it felt light as a feather. I had thick, sinewy muscle covering my body from head to toe. Simply amazing at how much I gained in such a short time. I wanted much, much more.<br />
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I grabbed a towel and went to the locker room for a quick shower and change. Joe came out of his haze and I escorted him home before he was fully conscious of how much muscle I had truly packed on that night.<br />
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A problem I've always had after a significant body change is explaining it to others. I could always come up with something believable but not this time. I tried on baggy clothes and other tricks to hide the mass muscle that "appeared" overnight. I had as much muscle as a pro figure competitor and there wasn’t any way I could hide or explain it. <br />
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It was time to move on and start fresh.<br />
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<a href="http://megsfmg.blogspot.com/2017/02/the-flirt.html">Next </a>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-62208186765373176382014-08-20T17:44:00.002-07:002014-08-20T17:44:28.795-07:00Mega Meg 3<a href="http://megsfmg.blogspot.com/2014/08/mega-meg-2.html">Part 2</a><span style="color: #999999;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">By <b><a href="http://steelknight3000.deviantart.com/" target="_blank">steelknight3000</a></b>. A Short story based on jnw550's story <a href="http://fav.me/d2nu9ri" target="_blank">Meg's Day Off</a>. The latest (last?) chapter in Meg's adventures. She can never have enough sex...or power.</span><br />
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Bikini-clad Megan sauntered over to the pool and set herself down. She was normal sized but with a bit more of tan and a few cup sizes bigger than her usual skinny form. She arched her back as the Hawaiian sun baked her, tingling her hyper-sensitive yet impervious skin. She donned a pair of designer sunglasses and licked her luscious lips as she let her body relax.<br /><br />Stretching her muscles as her body soaked up the tropical rays. Not one to avoid letting her hair down, metaphorically, she let herself unwind and took the lid off her powers ever so lightly.<br />Like slowly releasing pressure she eased into it. Power trickled into her body tickling her nerves.<br /><br />Meg's body went from lightly tanned skinny 18 year old college girl to bronzed Brazilian Olympic supermodel. Her breasts doubled in size until her top stretched taught. Her glutes swelled and hardened to an awe-inspiring shape. The brunette put her hands behind her head and run her fingers through her long dark hair. Stretching her legs her height increased as well, from 5 foot 4 to 6 foot 2 as well as the size of her quads and calves which grew to accommodate her increasingly voluptuous figure. The growing young girl's stomach was flat before, but now she sported an impervious wall of abdominal muscle. They flexed as she leaned forward, propping herself up by her arms. The super teen's biceps inflated in size and were visible even while her arms were still straight.<br /><br />She was now impossibly beautiful, beyond any natural born human was capable of. Megan whispered a moan and didn't even feel the first straps snap as her red-and-black bikini failed to contain her superhuman physique. A physique that had exceeded the peak of perfection that sat at the convergence of stunning femininity and impossible power.<br /><br />Her G-string fluttered away in the breeze as took a sip from a sugary drink, letting it dribble down her lips and trickle onto her enormous bare tits. She whispered a sigh of satisfaction and curled her toes as the mental dam that held back her power grew smaller letting leak the warm energizing sensation she craved.<br /><br />Meg's reclining body responded quickly stretching to 6 foot 8 as she folded her leg back and took another sip. As her arm bent back her smooth shapely bicep flexed to the size of a melon and glowed ever so slightly.<br />Proud of her amped up bustline, she cupped her mammoth tits and pushed them up and together sending out a sound as loud as a cannon.<br /><br />"Teehee! I really am fantastic..."<br /><br />THOOM..THOOM..THOOM..she left petite craters in the flooring as she stopped by the poolside bar for a refill. The bartender nearly spilled the cocktail as he poured, overflowing the glass as he stood eye-to-nipple with the eighteen year old nude goddess.<br /><br />"Sorry, don't have ID...don't need one do I?"<br /><br />"I...uh...no miss, I think you can h-handle it"<br /><br />"Thanks babe!" her sultry enhanced voice was enough to drive anyone mad with lust.<br /><br />He nearly fainted as she downed the drink in one go, putting her leg up on a metal stool. It creaked and groaned as it was crushed. She slipped the glass into her mouth turning it into powder with her tongue.<br /><br />A group of surfer girls in the parking lot piqued her interest. There were three of them, all gorgeous with fit bodies and barely dressed in shorts and bikinis. They all gave her the same lustful look as all the other men and women who laid eyes on Megan, but one of them, a tall well-muscled blond girl in denim shorts was practically panting with desire. Her sculpted abs dripped with sweat and she pinched her erect nipples as Megan toyed with her by flexing a bicep and swelling in size.<br /><br />"I think it's time for a little ocean breeze," giggled Megan as her enhanced voice drew the surfers like flies.<br /><br />Megan brushed aside the iron fence and swayed her sultry hips as she took the direct route through the parking lot. The earth shook as she crushed cars underfoot like paper cups and made craters in the asphalt. Bigger cars and trucks were simply finger flicked into the skies over the Pacific exploding into a million pieces.<br /><br />THOOM THOOM THOOM echoed her footsteps.<br /><br />Her tits plowed into the side of an SUV like an 18-wheeler totaling it completely. The row of cars behind it smashed together like dominoes creating a 15 car pileup.<br /><br />The surfer girls followed behind clambering over wrecked vehicles and leaping over Megan's deep footprints.<br /><br />As the super girl stood on the sands she stretched her arms as another growth spurt rocked her body until she was 7 foot 3. The earth trembled as she lay down one hand behind her head.<br /><br />"Mmm...you girls mind giving me a little massage?"<br /><br />The blond one leapt forward as if on command, wrapping her hands on the superwoman's muscled thighs kissing them passionately as she tried to press her fingers into Megan's harder-than-titanium flesh.<br />"Well you're a feisty one! What's your name?"<br /><br />"M-Mara, mmf mmff, unnhh,"<br /><br />She had close cropped hair and stood an impressive 6 foot 4, easily taller than the other girls who stood their watching and fondling themselves. Megan beckoned her closer, running her fingers through her hair as Mara went down on her.<br /><br />Tammy and Lena could no longer stand on their feet thanks to the increasingly powerful tremors as their friend expertly pleasured the super freshman.<br />One glance from Megan and they found themselves naked, shaking with explosive pleasure. Tammy's perky tits bounced up and down as rode Megan's tongue as she simultaneously fingered Lena, who writhed in the sand.<br /><br />***********************************************************<br />The girls shared a house on a winding dirt road up the hill from the beach, away from the tourist hordes.<br /><br />Inside lay Megan whose eyes opened as she lay on a queen sized bed that had long since collapsed. Her body no longer needed rest or recover but she loved to relax with a voluntary nap every once in a while.<br />The three naked surfer girls were all lying on top of her curvaceous form, arms and legs draped across like a human blanket.<br />She tweaked her nipple in admiration of her latest sexual conquest courtesy of her super-body.<br /><br />"Mmmnnn..you're amazing...can never...keep up," mumbled Mara as she stirred from her sleep.<br /><br />There was a loud thump as the powerful teen's bare feet hit the floorboards. She tied her hair up in a ponytail.<br /><br />"Of course not sweetie! Though you are pretty strong...for a regular ol' mortal. Not your first time?" giggled Megan.<br /><br />Mara stared lustfully through sleepy eyes as she ran her hand down Lena's bare back.<br /><br />"Tell you what, you guys eat something nutritious while I go for my morning run! Don't worry...be back soon..."<br /><br />Stepping out into the dawn, Meg conjured her pink titanium-encased phone using her super speed and strapped it to her shapely bicep with superstrong metal cable. Putting on a pair of wireless earbuds, she began a slow gingerly jog down the dirt path. Her well-muscled bare legs made a thump-thump sound that echoed across the green hills. The thumping increased in frequency with her speed.<br />Usually, she started out normal sized and jogged into the countryside before kicking off her shoes and growing a foot taller as she sped up. But since she was on vacation she decided to skip the first step and speed up to 300 miles an hour.<br /><br />Before she could run out of road, she cranked it up to supersonic, maxing out the volume on her phone as she blasted music into her ears. Her feet practically floated across the Pacific creating a huge plume of water in her wake. Soon she felt the cold waters of the Southern Ocean and the soothing ice winds of the Antarctic. She looped around feeling the warmth again before the Arctic ice cap touched her skin.<br />The super brunette soon doubled and tripled her pace, rounding the Earth 30, 50, 80 times every few seconds. After her thousandth lap, she came to a standstill right in the girls' backyard.<br /><br />Her bronze skin was glowed a dull red as steam rose off her body. The girls rushed over from breakfast and peeked through the open sliding glass door at the glowing goddess that stood on their lawn.<br />Though the feat required no effort on her part, her pulse quickened as her muscles swelled in response to the stimuli. Her calves, quads, and glutes bulged with power as they grew rumbling the ground beneath her feet. Her abs hardened further to even greater definition flexing beyond their previous size. The super teen's hips grew wider as her ass hardened into the size and shape of two wrecking balls. Steaming moisture trickled down her thighs burning the grass, her pussy dripping with wetness.<br /><br />The young Amazon pinched her nipple with force that would vaporize a moon. Mara could only lick her lips as she started to masturbate.<br /><br />Megan grabbed a hose and started to shower rubbing herself down slowly and deliberately , sizzling plumes of steam rose into the air.<br /><br />"Mmm, this is TOTALLY making me wet. You girls mind if you play with each other for me?"<br /><br />Tammy nodded with excitement, turning to lock eyes with Mara and Lena. She gave each girl a deep passionate kiss, then embraced the blond athlete and began kissing her friend's tits. Mara responded by fingering each girl with one hand each while Lena went down on her.<br /><br />"How about we make it into a game? Every time one of you orgasms, I'll grow BIGGER..." Meg rose another 3 inches taller<br />"...and SEXIER," her tits swelled in size as her face became even more perfect than before, her beauty now beyond comprehension. Her muscles twitched and sparked with raw power as they filled out even further. Despite her increasing muscle mass, her body somehow sculpted itself into perfect female proportion.<br /><br />Practically drunk with the sexual energy radiating from Megan's body, the girls' orgy increased in intensity as they all eagerly anticipated the reward. Tammy tossed her hair back as she was hit with the biggest climax of her life. Meg responded by buffing up past 8 feet tall and swelled to 1,300 pounds of girl muscle. She stretched her arm behind her and took in the erotic sights.<br /><br />Mara panted with ecstasy as she lifted Lena into the air with ease, letting her wrap her sweat soaked thighs around her blond head. Soon. Lena too was screaming as the passion overtook her, brown skin glistening as her Amazonian companion went down on her. Megan giggled as she bit her finger, rumbling the earth with another round of girlquakes powering to 8 foot 7.<br /><br />"Hehehe...I'm such a naughty superbeing, is this the best use of my powers?" Her fingers blurred as she started to masturbate at blinding speed.<br />"UUUUUUUUuuuhuuhuu theeeereee we goooooooo"<br /><br />Mara tossed Lena onto the sofa as she writhed and picked shuddering Tammy off the floor dropping her onto the other end of the big couch. Eager for more, Tammy beckoned her with a piercing gaze. The 19 year old well-muscled female used her Crossfit sculpted frame to full effect, scissoring her black-haired young lover passionately. Even Mara's impressive willpower and stamina had it's limits. She convulsed with excitement as she approached climax, Tammy not far behind with her second orgasm in ten minutes. Lena was transfixed by Megan's superhuman sex display and quickly recovered masturbating feverishly.<br />Mara arched her back as she came, the sight of Super Meg playing with herself driving her over the edge for the first time...then the second...then third. Tammy collapsed in a heap as her world spun around.<br /><br />"Mmmm...let me seeeee..."<br /><br />Meg counted off as she burst with growth. Nine feet...nine foot six...ten feet...ten foot seven...<br /><br />The four ton mountain of teenage girl muscle settled into a solid harder-than-steel form, gathering her hair behind her. The girls collapsed into a pile on the rug dripping with sweat and sex. They were rocked by tremors as Megan flexed her voluptuous arms and quads. She tapped her nipples, the air cracked with a sound like artillery cannons going off in quick succession. Beachball-sized tits heaved with each lustful breath.<br /><br />"What an awesome body...MMMM..."<br /><br />The earth beneath her feet was now a red hot pool of molten rock. Her body cooled enough for her to don a pair of sunglasses and grab her phone. She took a bunch of selfies posing with one leg up in the air, flexing a planet-crushing bicep, pouting her full red lips. She snapped a few more of herself masturbating before putting the phone down and going hyperspeed. The brunette's hands were everywhere at once as she turned into a barely distinguishable blur that moaned and cooed at ear splitting volume. She disappeared before her girlquakes could consume the island.<br /><br />As the girls came to their senses, they looked around in puzzlement.<br /><br />***********************************************************<br /><br />"MMMMmmmmmmm...talk about orgasmic...this more like...Megasmic!" thought the super girl as she floated in deep space.<br /><br />"Can't even call it a climax...it's like climbing a hill that has no peak! It only gets better and better and..."<br /><br />She was lost in thought as she blurred. She had grown so massive, she didn't bother measuring herself mentally though she knew she was at least the size of a small asteroid.<br /> During a sudden moment of clarity the thought occurred to her that she had lost track of time. A quick telescopic glance of Earth revealed that only a few days had passed, but she quickly calculated how much time the light from her home planet took to reach her super-eyes.<br /><br />"Three months!"<br /><br />Apparently she had spent most of the summer masturbating. Megan realized the movers were coming to drop her stuff off at her new off-campus housing very soon.<br /><br />"Hmmpph, I could probably stay here forever but life on Earth calls..."<br /><br />Once again she amped up her speed until she drifted outside of normal space, re-materializing in Earth's orbit seconds later. She gently flew down towards North America giggling as the heat of reentry tickled her bare skin.<br />She shrunk as she descended towards her new abode touching down on the grassy backyard until her bare feet sunk 4 inches into the dirt. As the movers arrived, she sped to her parent's house to grab a change of clothes from her old bedroom. Pulling out a tank top and shorts from a cardboard box, she realized she was still 8 feet tall and wider than her door. Her parent's had yet to see her true self and they were blissfully ignorant of her powers despite some of her more public displays.<br /><br />She had yet to stop cumming so she snuck in a few more seconds of masturbation before attempting to shrink back to her scrawny alter-ego. The intensity of her Megasms were so intense she could only will herself to 5 foot 7, with a slightly buffer than average gymnast body which still managed to weigh 320 lbs thanks to her superdensity. She slipped on her clothes without bothering with underwear and briskly walked the 300 miles back to her college town in a few seconds.<br />She waved to the movers.<br /><br />"Hey! You can leave it at the door, I can take it in myself."<br />Though she was little again, she was far from normal looking. Her size-too-small top stretched tight and left her abs exposed and she remained barefoot in her tiny blue shorts. The burly dudes helped themselves eyeballing her generously shapely butt.<br /><br />"Miss, you sure? Some of this stuff if pretty big,"<br /><br />"No thanks! I do a little pilates, should be fine!" she proclaimed as she hoisted a washing machine up in her arms like it was made of foam. The two men who needed a hand truck to move it stood and watched with their jaws agape as the slender 18 year old girl lugged the huge appliance into the house without effort. A huge wooden cabinet that had taken quite a bit of effort to haul was next. Without so much as a grunt, Megan propped it up on her shoulders taking it inside with less effort than needed to carry a kitten.<br /><br />The fridge, couches and dresser were all effortlessly hauled in at a brisk pace. She was sweating, but only because of the intense orgasms that were rocking her body continuously.<br /><br />"See, no problem!"<br /><br />"What kind of vitamins are YOU taking hon'?"<br /><br />"Need me some of that..."<br /><br />She scooped up a stack of 4 boxes filled with housewares and books.<br />"Umm, mostly clean living and pancakes!" she said as tiny bit of her true form leaked through causing her muscles to bulge for just a moment as she flashed a smile holding the heavy load in her hands.<br /><br />When she was finished she tipped the hulking dumbstruck gentlemen and waved goodbye while holding a 60 inch TV in one hand. As soon as she closed the door behind her she exhaled lustfully and tripled in muscle almost instantly, shooting up to 6 foot 3.<br /><br />"Whew! That took a whole five minutes!" Meg said the growing teen as she playfully fanned herself as if it was a real workout. She turned to a full length mirror on her living room wall.<br /><br />"Can't believe I'm still cumming! Such a naughty little god!" joked Megan as she carefully slipped off her clothes before another 300 lbs of muscle were added to her frame. The curves and buffness of her body combined with perfect proportions gave it an otherworldy look. She fingered herself gawking at her own image.<br /><br />"Oh Meg, you're dirty! I'm so hot I make myself hot!"<br /><br />The super girl decided to hover in the air prevent any damage to the new house, it was a rental unit after all. She masturbated gleefully expanding to 10 feet tall nearly filling the living room with her tanned steel flesh.<br /><br />A text message interrupted her crude entertainment.<br /><br />"USE POWERS FOR GOOD! RUSSIAN INVASION IN PROGRESS PLS STOP. EASTERN EUROPE"<br /><br />Military goons wouldn't leave her alone, she though. Might as well do a little multi-tasking. Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-60231089789295275002014-08-20T17:39:00.002-07:002014-08-20T17:45:17.225-07:00Mega Meg 2<a href="http://megsfmg.blogspot.com/2013/02/mega-meg.html">Part 1</a><span style="color: #999999;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">By <b><a href="http://steelknight3000.deviantart.com/" target="_blank">steelknight3000</a></b>. A Short story based on jnw550's story <a href="http://fav.me/d2nu9ri" target="_blank">Meg's Day Off</a>. 18 year old college girl Megan is back and stronger than ever. The
teenage goddess, overwhelmed by her endless power, lets loose.</span><br />
<br />
"Wow, being big is awesome!" declared 12 foot tall Megan as her dainty feet left craters in the shuddering earth. The golden tanned teenage goddess stepped on a parked car and crushed it like a soda can, loving the sound of it popping underfoot. She scooped up an SUV with her buff arm and listened to it crunch and shatter as she flattened it between her palms. The super girl then took the beach ball sized wreck and rubbed it against her cunt until it vaporized. Her breathy moans created hurricane force winds that blew the other cars in the parking lot around like leaves. A few trees and light poles were knocked down.<br />
"Mmm, that was good. Megan needs more,"<br />
Her eyes glowed with energy and sparks of lightning arced between her gigantic tits. Her powerful thighs flexed, each leg the as tall as a man, creating fissures in the ground. She powered towards a nearby three story brick campus building and crouched down digging deep into the foundation. In one swift motion she stood up ripping the building out of the ground like a vegetable.<br />
"Hello little building! Wanna play?"<br />
It strained and shuddered as part of it collapsed. She tilted it at an angle sending furniture and people tumbling out the other side.<br />
"That's it? Not even enough for a pump?"<br />
She let it drop creating another quake.<br />
"Ugh, how pathetic", she thought. "I've nearly wiped out campus without trying. If I don't slow down the whole town would be next,"<br />
<br />
Focusing her mind elsewhere, the mega-teen returned to her dorm room for a more constructive outlet for her power. She lounged in her bed, specially reinforced to handle her hyperdensity which was now reduced to a mere 2,200 pounds. She was still the same size though, taking up nearly half the room. Despite her size, she wasn't bulky. Her body remained sleekly proportioned.<br />
A laptop was propped up against one thigh and tablet on the other. Two more tablets were spread across the sheets. She was putting together a paper in theoretical physics while reading 20 different articles in 20 different languages. At the same time she browsed news sites from around the world, scanned through Twitter, memorized a few dictionaries, checked out clips of herself on Youtube, while an endless playlist of hardcore porn videos played on one part of her laptop screen. All the while she masturbated, her fingers moving between devices and her own body so quickly she might as well have had 10 hands.<br />
Amber was there as well, though she kept busy playing with Megan's massive body. She kissed the super girl's feet while caressing her calves and massaging her thighs. The bed creaked and groaned with each twitch of her muscles.<br />
"So it's only been less than an hour and I've already revolutionized the fields of quantum physics, learned 3 languages, and wrote a thesis on Kafka. Seems that my brain is as powerful as my body. Strongest, smartest, fastest...is there something I CAN'T do?"<br />
She beckoned Amber with her eyes. As if on command she started to go down on Meg.<br />
"Teehee, you can't resist can you? I don't think anyone can..."<br />
The bed's powerful frame, made of a titanium alloy so dense it had to be sculpted by Meg's own bare hands and then carried in secretly when school was out. It groaned as her hips began to writhe.<br />
"I just need to cool off a bit. It's hard to control my strength when I'm MMMM horny like thisss. If I don't stop myself I'll just get stronger and bigger and stronger...Wouldn't wanna put the whole planet in danger just to get off would I? Mmmm that's gooood."<br />
Meg's thoughts ran wild. Too much power was flooding in. She had to get out of there before she approached climax again or the county would be turned into a crater.<br />
"Sorry Amber, better for you if we call it a cliffhanger,"<br />
In an instant she was gone, leaving behind a blast of air that sent Amber flying out into the hallway naked.<br />
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<br />
The ocean floor had become Megan's own little sanctuary. The deepest coldest part was her favorite. The pressure was high enough to crush steel but couldn't strain her muscles one bit. She sat on her legs and rode the endless orgasmic bliss. The power surged through her body like a drug. Twelve feet tall, fifteen, thirty, it didn't matter down in the deep. Though even here she had to hold back lest she start a continent-drowning tsunami or crack the Earth's fragile crust. She came in quick succession, each more intense then the last. Each time she did a little more power came through sending pulsing shockwaves through the Earth that registered worldwide. The ice cold seawater that touched her began to vaporize as soon as it touched her skin as she turned into nuclear reactor, her white heat illuminating the sub-surface desert like an underwater sun. The super girl grasped her titanic breasts as if her arms could contain her rapidly expanding body.<br />
"Mmmm...little more...yessssss...this fucking rulessssss..."<br />
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<br />
Two months later Meg rose out of the ocean onto a South Pacific beach. Water cascaded down her huge tits as the thirty foot mass of female flesh rose up like a titaness.<br />
KATHOOM, KATHOOM<br />
Her footsteps were like bombs quaking the island and kicking up big clouds of sand.<br />
"Oh baby, that was PLANET BREAKING"<br />
Her voice flattened several acres of jungle and caused rock formations to collapse. She massaged her ultra firm tits, getting horny just thinking about the last couple of months. Her powerful chest expanded pushing against her arms, the only force strong enough to overpower them.<br />
"Hrrrrrrrnnn, this body can't be stopped can it?"<br />
She came once again, turning half the island into a smoking sand crater which filled with seawater 3 feet deep.<br />
<br />
From the corner of her eye, she noticed it buzzing through the air. Even at the 30,000 feet nothing could hide from her. An unarmed UAV with a surveillance package.<br />
A team of military-types was observing from a remote bunker in Nevada.<br />
"We've located the source of the disturbance, Colonel. She's surfaced,"<br />
"Body temperature at 178 Celsius and climbing. Fuck, muscle mass at 560 percent. Muscle density at 2,389 percent!"<br />
<br />
"Getting a good look boys?"<br />
Her striking voice was transmitted through the UAV's microphone.<br />
She struck a few supermodel poses, showing off her naked body. The erotic images on the screen transfixed the room.<br />
"Megan, these 'events' of yours have cause some real political damage not to mention the environmental damage,"<br />
"Can't help it. The planet's still here right?"<br />
Another 4.0 quake was felt across the Pacific islands. The Colonel clenched his teeth. He knew trying to convince Megan to do something was like asking the sun not to shine. <br />
<br />
The 18 year old goddess smiled then disappeared into a blur speeding towards Hawaii for a few more weeks of relaxation.<br />
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<a href="http://megsfmg.blogspot.com/2014/08/mega-meg-3.html">Part 3 </a>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-80601122791435755752013-04-09T13:29:00.002-07:002016-08-03T13:41:23.849-07:00The Flirt<a href="http://megsfmg.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-flirt.html" target="_blank">Previous</a><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">The Flirt Part 3:</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>A Taste of Power</b></span><br />
<br />
It must of been late in my Junior year when I dated someone who liked to play... well, rough. Not abusive just more physical than I had ever experienced before. I don't even remember the guys name now but he took my transformation in whole new direction.<br />
<br />
Fooling around in the back of his car and getting pinned to the back seat, I felt a new desire coming from the large varsity wrestler sitting on top of me. He loved the dominance over me but digging deep into his emotions, I felt his urge for me to fight back. My muscles began to slightly swell and fill with strength I had never known.<br />
<br />
He looked surprised as I pushed back, but could feel he wanted more. A new rush of strength filled me and was soon able to get out from under him. My body was on fire and wanted more. This power felt like a drug, but fear at being discovered came over me and stopped him before we went any further. I had to get out and just run.<br />
<br />
With so much new energy, I ran all the way home without feeling a bit of exhaustion. That was more exercise than I had ever done. Hell, it was the only exercise I had ever done. Up in my room, I stripped down to see how my body reacted to this new development. Holy crap, I looked amazing.<br />
<br />
I had never looked so tone and lean. There was a undercoating of tight muscle that reacted to my every movement. My boobs even looked bigger as I examined every angle of this new physique. I think this body type is a keeper.<br />
<br />
As with every transformation, I chose clothes that hid or concealed my body. At least for awhile, then I slowly wore more revealing attire to introduce the new Meg. This time was no different. I received mostly positive reaction and spent time tweaking this hardbody. Firm here and tone there.<br />
<br />
The best reaction to my new physique was from my friends and especially Jessica. She joined a gym and started a rigorous workout not long after. She would never admit it, but we had an unspoken competition since that Summer at the pool when we were 13. Jess had always been the center of attention until then. She was so gorgeous and would have easily put me to shame if not for my unique gift.<br />
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<br />
Another year went by and we finally graduated High School. Jess worked hard for her rockin' bod but it still was nowhere like mine. One night over the Summer, we had a heart to heart at the lake. After a long night of laughing and reminiscing, she says "How have you done it, Meg? Your body is incredible but I've been your best friend forever and never seen you as much as lift a single thing."<br />
<br />
I hadn't thought of that and was stunned for a moment. My naturally lazy persona didn't mesh with this high-octane body. I could explain my breasts and curves as natural but not this muscle tone.<br />
<br />
"Umm, I belong to a great gym with an incredible trainer," I lied completely. Jess quickly responded with the two words I hoped she wouldn't say. "Which one?"<br />
<br />
Crap. I knew which gym she belonged to and the other popular ones around town. I couldn't say those and get caught in this lie. But where? What was out of the way, yet believable? I remembered an old run-down gym in the industrial district. Perfect, since none of us would be caught dead down there. A real rough neighborhood. "It's... ummm... near the river in the district. You wouldn't know it."<br />
<br />
"Holy shit Meg, you mean Angelo's!"<br />
<br />
I hated working out, but Jessica caught me in a lie and now I had no choice. She insisted that she come down and try it out since it had done "wonders" for me. I lied again and said they were closed for a few weeks. Anything to stall. I needed to get a membership and a feel for the place.<br />
<br />
The next day I drove down and found the seedy little gym called Angelo's. It was early in the morning with no one there yet. I walked through the door and let out a timid "hello". The equipment looked ancient and kinda smelled. After a minute with no response, I let out a louder "HELLO". Out came an older man from the other room. He introduced himself as Angelo with a thick accent. It's not a place I would typically go to but for some reason it felt like home.<br />
<br />
My lying to Jess had gotten me here, so I decided to be honest with Angelo. Well, as honest as I could be. I blathered on about Jessica, the last few years and even never being to a gym or having worked out before. He just nodded, listening intently then simply said "I will help you, my Megan."<br />
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<a href="http://megsfmg.blogspot.com/2016/08/the-flirt.html">Next </a>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-62683635397480573062013-02-05T07:05:00.000-08:002014-08-20T17:40:31.515-07:00Mega Meg<span style="color: #999999;">By <b><a href="http://steelknight3000.deviantart.com/" target="_blank">steelknight3000</a></b>. A Short story based on jnw550's story <a href="http://fav.me/d2nu9ri" target="_blank">Meg's Day Off</a>. Megan seems like an ordinary 18 year old college girl. Perfectly ordinary, except for the fact that she's faster than the speed of light, stronger than a goddess, and can grow bigger than the mountains.</span><br />
<br />
Meg leisurely strolled through campus, letting the warm summer breeze
blow through her chestnut hair. She was dressed lightly, wearing a black
tank top with a pair of purple shorts and matching flip flops. Her slim
unassuming five foot six inch frame hid the true power that lied
within. She enjoyed walking among normal people, but her heart quickened
with anticipation everytime she thought about letting her hair down.<br />
<br />
Amber nearly jumped into the air when she said hello.<br />
<br />
"Oh M-Megan! Hi.."<br />
"Surprised to see your ex-roommate? How are things going with the new girl? Hope she's not as much of a nuisance as I was.."<br />
<br />
"Nope
not at all! You're great! I mean you're...an interesting person. So
what have you been up to...I mean...there are these weird tremors
everyone talks about but...was that..."<br />
<br />
Megan smiled while the
blond girl trailed off. She could hear Amber's heart thumping beneath
her tight pink tank top. She put one hand on her hips.<br />
Amber lost her
train of though. She swore Megan's top wasn't that tight just a moment
ago. In fact she couldn't help but notice her nipples were poking at the
stretched fabric. In fact, the brunette's shorts seemed just a
bit...shorter. <br />
<br />
"Whatever do you mean Amber? Has it been a noisy at night?"<br />
<br />
Amber
found it harder to focus. Had her lips always been so full? She could
barely mutter a response as her eyes wandered. She hadn't noticed how
defined Megan's arms looked. Didn't she look a bit skinny just a minute
ago? Not to mention those legs...and that tight stomach. Wait, wasn't
her stomach covered when she first said "Hi"?<br />
<br />
"I haven't
noticed...Then again I haven't been sleeping much lately...Well I did
hear about that unusual earthquake that afternoon two weeks ago.
Unfortunately I was out that day. I've been feeling so restless lately."<br />
<br />
Meg
stood up on her ankles and stretched her back. Well defined abs peeked
out from beneath her shirt. Amber gulped as the brunette's arms flexed
buffer than before. How tall was she again? Five foot nine?<br />
<br />
"R-really? You must be busy...I mean 30 credits in a single semester is a bit stressful...right?"<br />
<br />
"Um
not really. I've already studied for finals and know all the material
by heart. I was actually thinking I might enroll at a couple more
schools. Maybe a few online courses as well? You know, broaden my
options a bit? I've just been busy...exploring lately. The world has
just been feeling smaller lately...I guess college does make you a
bigger person," <br />
<br />
Her tank top stretched and strained, if she was
wearing a bra it would've snapped. The seams of her shorts began to
unravel as Megan let some of her true form peek through. Amber guessed
she was at least five foot eleven now with muscles like a fitness model.
She looked up with mouth agape at her radiant eyes. <br />
<br />
"Oh! Sometimes a girl has to let herself go...what's the matter out of breath all of a sudden?"<br />
<br />
Amber
heard a crack, she looked to see the concrete fracture beneath as
Megan's feet pressed hard against the rubber soles of her cheap flip
flops. The straps snapped as they were suddenly 3 sizes too small. She
looked up to see the young girl's heaving breasts swell, turning the
tank top into a tattered sports bra. Her purple shorts were more like
swimsuit bottoms now. Megan's growing gluts perfectly rounded out her
ass. The Amazon brunette put her right foot forward on tip toes and
flexed her right calf, now bigger than Amber's scrawny arm. The ground
gave way beneath her toes and rumbled the area causing lampposts to sway
and distant classroom windows to shudder.<br />
<br />
"Oops, sorry sometimes I forget my own strength. In fact, I’m not even sure how strong I really am."<br />
<br />
Amber
felt her shorts get wet at the sound of Megan's sultry, melodic voice
as it echoed through her head wrapping her with erotic promise. She
could feel the warmth of the now six foot three Amazon's glowing, tanned
skin.<br />
<br />
"Oh, I can tell you like when I get like this. I could
tell from your internet activity you've been looking up news stories and
Youtube clips about me. That private browsing thing doesn't work by the
way. You would think that video of me…studying… in our old dorm would
get old but 7,000 views? That's a lot from just one girl, Amber,"<br />
<br />
Amber
was a bit embarrassed but excited. She never thinks about any other
girls but Megan seemed to spark something inside of her. In fact every
other woman did the same from what rumors she heard, not to mention the
legions of men who watched her grainy video footage.<br />
Meg giggled as she put both hands on her hips, emphasizing her impressive physique.<br />
<br />
"It's
okay, I turn myself on all the time," She traced her nail over her
tit, the sound of it was like scraping a railroad spike over stone.<br />
"ALL the time."<br />
<br />
The
campus shuddered again, as if a low-flying jet was passing by. The
concrete walkway cracked and crumbled as her feet sank into the ground.
Her shapely thighs flexed bigger as she grew another three inches. Her
top hung on by a thread. Filled with lust and fright, Amber panted
rapidly.<br />
<br />
"Excited already? Me too, even though this is a tiny
fraction of my power. Just holding back makes it feel so much more
intense..."<br />
<br />
Her top exploded revealing basketball sized tits that
kept growing. Sweat dripped down Megan's body as the ubergirl flexed
and twitched squealing a little with each movement. The sound of granite
slabs grinding against each other reverberated through Amber's skull as
the superwoman cupped both of her massive tits, her strength barely
enough to make them yield.<br />
<br />
"Mmmm...feel like a warm shower?"<br />
<br />
**************************************<br />
THUMP.
THUMP. Each of Megan's legs was like a steel piston pounding the
pavement into pebbles. Each footstep was deliberate, sinking deep into
the ground as if she were walking on sand. Amber struggled to keep up
with the Amazon as she made her way to the university gym complex.<br />
<br />
"You're so...heavy!"<br />
<br />
"It's
my superdensity. I'm actually over 2,500 pounds right now, which is
nowhere near my upper limit. Anything over 10 tons and I have to control
myself to keep from getting even denser and tearing fissures into the
earth's crust," she said as she giggled.<br />
<br />
Amber was dumbfounded. This one girl was turning the impossible into reality.<br />
<br />
SKREEEEEAAAAAK<br />
<br />
Megan
peeled away the big metal double doors of the recreation center tossing
them over her shoulders to spiral into the afternoon sky. They led into
the gym's weight room and the few people that were in there working out
jumped off their machines to see a six foot eight inch shadow blocking
the doorway. <br />
<br />
"Morning, boys."<br />
<br />
The whole building groaned
and shook as she stepped inside it, the tile floor and concrete beneath
crunching and cracking. It was if the steel structure could feel the
presence of an immeasurably powerful being dwelling within it. The
surprised athletes dropped their weights and stepped away. Amber
recognized most of them as members of the football team. A taller man
craned his neck up to look into Megan's otherworldly eyes. She walked up
to the bench press set he was just using. The bar was fully loaded, but
Meg gently used her thumb and forefinger to gently lift it up to eye
level.<br />
<br />
"So cute, just over four hundred pounds! That must make you really strong, huh?"<br />
<br />
She
twisted it around a few times like she was playing with a paper clip.
Then she crushed the ends together, plates and all, with her neatly
manicured hands. The metal crunched together like aluminum foil until it
began to glow white hot. As she rolled it into a ball, molten steel
dripped from between the topless girl's fingers burning holes in the
floor. When it was smaller than a golf ball, she squeezed within her
left hand. It sizzled away in an atomic flash of light and energy that
Megan calmly contained in her grip.<br />
<br />
The look on the guy's face
made Meg giggle. Her own sense of superiority aroused her without end as
her nipples sparkled with energy for a brief moment.<br />
<br />
"Make sure you tell your girlfriend about me. Now step aside boys, it's Megan's goddess time,"<br />
<br />
The
building rumbled again the super teen grew to a full seven feet tall.
Her shorts, which were nothing more than a tattered thong at this point,
snapped away as her titanium gluts reached proportions that would put a
Brazilian porn star to shame.<br />
<br />
"I think I'll warm-up a bit before we hit the showers. Would you like that Amber?"<br />
<br />
"Y-yes Megan," was all she could mutter, as she stood entranced by her presence.<br />
<br />
They
stood and watched as over the next 45 minutes as Megan crushed, molded,
mangled, and ripped apart every weight and machine in the gym as she
pleasured every part of her body. She glistened with sweat as she molded
all the free weights into a shaft of molten steel and fucked herself
into a blur with it until it liquefied onto the floor. The squat machine
was flattened as she crushed the massive weights with between her
thighs while fingering herself. The building shook rhythmically as the
dark haired Amazon grinded her pussy against a mangled heap of metal
that was once several weight machines. She squished a 100 pound dumbbell
in her cleavage and watched it vaporize as her ultra firm tits pressed
together like super smooth wrecking balls, making a low thud as she
slammed them against each other splattering what was left of it over her
chest.<br />
<br />
When there was nothing left to play with, she brushed her
hair off of her face and stood up. Even more of her power had slipped
through as Amber noticed she had grown again by four inches in height
and put on a bit more muscle. Yet her figure was even more voluptuous
and impossibly feminine. Narrow waist, wide hips and shoulders, and
shapely yet powerful legs. <br />
<br />
"Mmmm, now where were we?"<br />
<br />
********************************************************<br />
<br />
The
wall of the shower room crumbled as Megan slapped her small hand
against it. She used her other hand to play with her nipples as warm
water washed over naked flesh. She moaned in satisfaction as Amber
lustfully ate out her pussy. The eager blond gripped Megan's hips with
one hand as she masturbated herself with the other, amplifying her
arousal. Meg arched her back as she ripped a pipe out the walls, sending
another gush of water over the girls.<br />
<br />
"Mmmff, mmff, oh Goood."<br />
<br />
"Hehe, is that all? Don't be so pathetic..."<br />
<br />
The
tiled floor began to split down to the foundation. Amber felt
completely dwarfed by the statue of steel that writhed above her. Megan
licked her lips in satisfaction as she massaged her mega-tits, each one
bigger than Amber's head. For a moment she became a hypersonic blur,
pipes in the wall began to burst. Chunks of the ceiling fell apart.
Amber fell back on her butt and was forced to scramble away from the
awesome power before her.<br />
<br />
<i>Oh fuck, she's getting bigger.</i><br />
<br />
"Oh Amber, you think this is big? Mousy Megan hasn't started yet.."<br />
<br />
Megan's
earth-shattering thighs flexed, sending shockwaves through the floor
and deep into the ground. Each one was as wide as Amber's waist. The
super girl felt her growing tits push against the titanic strength of
her arms. She pumped yet more power into them and pressed harder against
her own steel flesh, which responded by pushing back with even more
force. Her buff arms yielded again, making her pour more strength into
them creating a loop that caused Meg to fill her muscles with more and
more strength in a futile attempt to squeeze her own planet-busting
tits. She shuddered in delight reveling in the fact that her own
incalculable strength was not enough dimple her invulnerable flesh. She
surpassed eight feet tall as she masturbated, her legs squeezing
together in pure pleasure. The super Amazon tumbled back onto her ass,
the BOOM of the now four thousand pound girl hitting the shattered
concrete floor caused another tremor across campus that roused the
students out of their dorm rooms. Part of the building collapsed, but
Amber remained fixed in self-pleasure practically drooling in
fascination as the growing girl played with her self on her back.<br />
<br />
"MMMmm, YEEESS, soooo much STRENGTHHHH! Just a bit more...moooore..."<br />
<br />
Her
powerful voice sent Amber reeling. She ran for cover as she climaxed.
She could barely stand as the floor rippled underneath bouncing the
lockers up and down. The ceiling finally began to cave. Amber barely
managed to slip through the fire exit with nothing but a towel.<br />
<br />
Professors
stopped mid-lecture as an earthquake shook the quad and spread outwards
through Main Street and the surrounding suburbs. Students craned their
necks as the walls of the recreation center collapsed inward.<br />
<br />
Amber
regained her senses as the dust settled. Covering her toned little
body, her eyes made out a figure shifting through the haze. There was
crash as a hundred tons of debris shifted.<br />
<br />
She braced herself as
THOOM shuddered the earth followed shortly by another. THOOM, THOOM, the
low rumble sounded like a bass drum the size of a mountain. The sun
broke through illuminating eight foot seven inch Megan's golden tanned
and incredibly curvacious body as it stepped out of the former gym. Her
powerful form went hypersonic, blurring in place as the concrete
particles and bit of metal the clinged to her skin were vaporized. Car
alarms went off in the next county.<br />
<br />
"Mmm, easy Megan. They won't let you graduate from Crater University,"<br />
She
placed one hand on her tit. The gentle tap of her handing touching her
breast sounded like a cannon going off. She giggled and talked to
herself as Amber covered her ears.<br />
<br />
"Damn girl, you aren't even trying yet. Being a goddess rules!"<br />
<br />
Meg
rolled her massive breasts together, causing a low THUD as they slammed
together. Her body heated up as she aroused herself. The moisture on
her skin turned to steam. <br />
<br />
"Oh look Amber, you look so puny from up here! I think my leg's bigger than you are!"<br />
<br />
Amber got wet again as she felt Megan's gaze pierce the towel at her hardening nipples. <br />
<br />
"Oh fuck Megan, you really are a goddess..."<br />
<br />
"Stronger, Amber. This is nothing."<br />
<br />
A
huge Meg-quake hit the campus, sending the entire state reeling. She
rose four more inches, arms and legs flexing with the power of a
trillion suns. Her whole body glowed like a star, arcs of lightning
flickered from between her heaving tits. The concrete between her toes
bubbled and melted. Her glowing white nuclear eyes glanced downward.<br />
<br />
"I'm not even at twelve feet yet," <br />
<br />
<a href="http://megsfmg.blogspot.com/2014/08/mega-meg-2.html">Part 2 </a>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-26082362116396481472013-02-04T08:05:00.000-08:002013-04-09T13:30:36.301-07:00The Flirt<a href="http://megsfmg.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-flirt.html" target="_blank">Previous</a><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">The Flirt Part 2:</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Blossoming</b></span><br />
<br />
Middle School ended and Summer came. It was a time of change and growth for all my friends, just more so for me.<br />
<br />
I realized what my special gift was and spent the Summer exploring just what I could do with it. When boys were close, I could feel their innermost thoughts and desires. I could absorb them and mold my body to match. Bigger boobs, longer legs, flatter stomach, it didn't matter. It was the greatest discovery of my lifetime.<br />
<br />
I spent countless hours of experimentation at the swimming pool. A glance from someone was all it took but also found that a simple touch or casual flirtation made the feelings and transfer stronger. By July I had grown 2 cup sizes to a sold C, grew 2 inches in height, dropped 15 lbs and even my hair grew long and thick. I even had the deepest tan of everyone at the pool. The more I matured (and flirted), the stronger the boys desires became... and the more I wanted to change.<br />
<br />
Each time I practiced, the transfer became easier. By Summer's end, I was a completely new woman and getting more attention than Jessica. Dumpy Meg was a thing of the past, lookout World.<br />
<br />
<br />
My Freshman year of High School started and by the second semester I had the hottest body in the entire school... seniors and teachers included. I had to be careful though. I was the center of gossip with my Summer transformation, but could explain it as good genetics and hitting puberty. What would they say if I grew out my clothes before their eyes (I could actually do that by Sophomore year after lots of practice). I became able to control the speed of the transformation and able to pull male desires from farther and farther away. Someone staring at my body down the hall gave me all I needed to add a little more roundness in the tush.<br />
<br />
To say I dated a lot in High School was an understatement. I never stayed with the same boyfriend for more than a month. Partly because of boredom but mostly I was cautious about them discovering my ability. It was hard to continually transform this and that when someone is intimately aware of every curve on your body.<br />
<br />
Bigger, smaller, taller, tanner, I changed body types more than most change hairstyles... and loved it. Then something happened that changed the course of my transformations forever.<br />
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<a href="http://megsfmg.blogspot.com/2013/04/previous-flirt-part-3-taste-of-power-it.html">Next </a>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-5064464483575435232013-02-01T19:07:00.002-08:002013-02-01T19:07:49.923-08:00Yu-gi-oh Meg<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_JVi8uP8lTI/UQyCX2DPbEI/AAAAAAAABG0/h_6VKLRIjeg/s1600/meg_yu_gi_oh_card_by_taylorstoonadventure-d5tagwl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="yu-gi-oh Meg" border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_JVi8uP8lTI/UQyCX2DPbEI/AAAAAAAABG0/h_6VKLRIjeg/s320/meg_yu_gi_oh_card_by_taylorstoonadventure-d5tagwl.jpg" title="yu-gi-oh Meg" width="216" /></a></div>
My friend <a href="http://taylorstoonadventure.deviantart.com/" target="_blank"><b>Taylor</b></a> made me my very own Yu-gi-oh card. ATK 2200, you better believe it.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-8144172190956538752013-02-01T18:59:00.004-08:002016-08-04T13:36:21.686-07:00Laundry Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Everything's dirty... whatever will I wear today.<br />
<br />
Thanks Mav for the fabulous morphMeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-26043820389023711312013-01-31T14:10:00.000-08:002013-02-04T08:07:27.956-08:00The Flirt<span style="color: #999999;">It's been absolutely forever since I've posted here. I'm not dead or gone, just kinda moved on to other things and feel super bad. I was going through my computer and found this story "The Flirt" that I've had in the works forever and forgotten about. It's not finished and the title isn't set, but maybe this will inspire me to finish.</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #999999;">XOXO Meg</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;">The Flirt: Part 1 </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>The Awakening</b></span><br />
I truly believe everyone is special in their own way, but I have a uniquely special gift. My name is Meg and this is a story of how I became... well, let me start from the beginning.<br />
<br />
Spunky was the word most people used to describe me growing up. Great personality and attitude but not the prettiest by far. It was a nice way of saying dumpy. That all changed when I hit puberty.<br />
<br />
The first time I noticed my special gift was at Jessica's slumber party back in 7th grade. It was late at night as overdoses of sugar and caffeine kept us up talking and laughing until dawn. We compared bra sizes since most of us were starting to develop. Jess had us all beat and was developing at a rapid pace. She was almost a D cup already and the Middle School boys were taking notice. It amazed me how stupid they acted when she walked by, even guys we've known for years.<br />
<br />
I thought I heard a noise from outside as Jess finished showing off and put her Hello Kitty pajama top back on. I started to feel queasy and thought it was from the 5th Pixy Stix I just inhaled. This was much different than a sugar rush, more intense than anything I've felt before.<br />
<br />
"C'mon Meg, it's your turn," shouted Diana. I wasn't ashamed of my body, it was just hard to follow Jessica’s ampleness. As I started to pull off my top, there was more noise coming from outside. I went to the window and could faintly see two boys staring at me, exposed in my bra.<br />
<br />
I should have been mad but the queasiness hit me harder and I slumped down after what seemed like an eternity at the window. Jess dashed over to yell out at the perverts who were already running away into the darkness. She closed the blinds. We laughed. I liked the attention even though we all knew it was directed towards Jess.<br />
<br />
She said, "Nice rack, babe" to cheer me up as I almost forgot I was partially exposed. The queasiness was gone and now replaced by a tightening in my chest. I looked down and could actually see cleavage coming from my A cup as they seemed to be spilling out. I quickly put my top back on and was quiet for the rest of the night.<br />
<br />
Something strange had truly happened and I needed to figure out what it was.<br />
<br />
<br />
Monday came and we had become quite popular with the boys at school as rumor of our slumber party spread. At first it was a glance here and whisper there but quickly became much more direct. While at my locker, that queasy feeling came over me again as Sam and Bill walked up. Sam and I used to be good friends, until Bill moved into the neighborhood a couple years ago. He wasn't exactly a bully but definitely liked to tease girls. The two quickly became best friends and an annoyance to me.<br />
<br />
The closer they walked towards my locker, the stronger the feeling came over me. Their macho bravado almost made me chuckle as they tried to mimic the worst pick up moves seen in B-rated movies. Their eyes moved up and down my body, not even trying to cover the fact they were visually raping me. It turned me on, a completely new experience for me.<br />
<br />
Instead of shying away or running, which was my first instinct, I leaned in and let out my best 13 year old version of a breathy moan. In that instance I could actually feel their thoughts and desires. It set a charge through my body, a tightening in my chest and a yearning for more.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://megsfmg.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-flirt.html" target="_blank">Next</a>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-45449877049906761952012-08-27T10:29:00.000-07:002012-08-27T10:30:57.687-07:00Critical Mass Meg<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKlZ48KnBeA/UDus8O7X6UI/AAAAAAAABGQ/2-_ycXSlW74/s1600/Sample434DA0812.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Meg muscle morph" border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKlZ48KnBeA/UDus8O7X6UI/AAAAAAAABGQ/2-_ycXSlW74/s400/Sample434DA0812.jpg" title="Meg muscle morph" width="400" /></a>I've now got muscle wings, if only I could move my arms to fly :) That's a hellova lot of muscle but damn it looks good on me. Such power!</div>
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Thanks Ben at <a href="http://areaorion.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><b>AreaOrion</b></a> for this amazing morph.</div>
Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-83987472352526015592012-07-31T14:23:00.000-07:002012-07-31T14:23:16.446-07:00I'm a Hedgehog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n309H7vll5k/UBhMYdODuBI/AAAAAAAABGA/AV80G4p2LHc/s1600/megth_final_concept_by_taylorstoonadventure-d59anx2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Hedgehog Meg" border="0" height="367" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n309H7vll5k/UBhMYdODuBI/AAAAAAAABGA/AV80G4p2LHc/s400/megth_final_concept_by_taylorstoonadventure-d59anx2.png" title="Hedgehog Meg" width="400" /></a></div>
Thanks <a href="http://taylorstoonadventure.deviantart.com/" target="_blank"><b>Taylor</b></a> for the super cute artwork. I'm may be appearing in his next Gurren Lagann comic, <i>The Super Galactic Gurren Lagann Adventure</i>.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-72995000039394577182012-07-20T21:31:00.000-07:002012-07-20T21:31:00.380-07:00The Beginning of Goddess Meg<div style="color: #999999;">
A story by Meg's Servant</div>
<br />
It had taken me years and most of my fortune. The ingredients were so rare that I only had enough for one batch, and one batch only. If I was right, after drinking it, I would be able to absorb the strength of others. Imagine the possibilities! <br /><br /> I hear a knock on my door. “Not now!” I think as I put the cup down and answer it. <br /><br /> “Hiya Tom,” a bubbly Meg says to me. “My computer crashed again, can you help me out?” you ask me. <br /><br /> “I am busy, can you come back later? I can help you then,” I tell you as I start the shut the door but you slide in anyway. You look around my apartment. <br /><br /> “Shew!” you say. “What stinks?” you ask as you walk over towards the table with the cup on it. “Wow, is this it? The formula you told me about?” you ask. <br /><br /> I walk over. “Um yes,” I say to the attractive and fit Meg. “I just finished it. Hopefully after I drink it I will have the power to drain people’s strength,” I tell you. <br /><br /> You roll your eyes. “That sounds ridiculous,” you say and then give it some thought. “Although it would be cool to like get really strong,” you say as you pick up the cup. “Is this your only batch?” you ask. <br /><br /> I get nervous. “Yes,” I say. “Please, hand it over,” I say. You smile and bring the cup up to your red lips. GULP! You drink it down before I can stop you. <br /><br /> “No!” I yell as I rush over but am too late. You put the cup down on the table and let out a little burp. “Excuse me!” you say laughing. <br /><br /> “You…you bitch!” I yell as I grab your arms. “What have you done?” I scream. <br /><br /> Your laughter turns to concern and then anger. “Did you just call me a bitch?” you ask sternly. “Well, maybe we should test your formula Tom,” you say to me. <br /><br /> I begin to feel an odd sensation, like I am getting the flu. I start to get light headed. “What is going on?” I think and then suddenly realize what is happening. The arms I am holding start to feel firmer…not just firmer but…STRONGER! <br /><br /> “No!” I say as I realize you are draining my muscles. <br /><br /> “Oh yes!” you say as you get stronger. I let go of your arms and stumble back on weaker legs. I look at you and you have larger muscles than before. <br /><br /> “What a rush!” you say as you flex your biceps. A small, but noticeable bump creeps up. “Wow, that is new!” you say. You look at me. “Awww…what’s wrong Tommy boy? Feeling weaker?” you tease as you walk towards me. <br /><br /> “No! Please! Stay, stay back,” I say to you as I back away. You see me moving and pounce, putting me in a bear hug. You begin draining me again. <br /><br /> “Ung,” I gasp as my strength rushes out of me. I feel the arms around me getting larger, stronger. <br /><br /> “P..please..s..stop,” I gasp as your biceps begin to fill your once loose sleeves and your thighs expand larger. <br /><br /> “Ummm…nope!” you say. I begin to struggle with my fleeting strength. I hear you laughing. “Oh, is that all you got Tommy boy?” you tease. “Methinks ol’ Meggy is now stronger than you!” you say taunting me. <br /><br /> She is right. She is now stronger than me, and only getting stronger and stronger. <br /><br /> “mmmeg..” I gasp. “i..b..eg, ung you…pl..ease..s..s..top,” I wheeze. <br /><br /> You laugh again. “Very well,” you say as you let go. I fall in a heap at your feet. I have never felt so weak. You look down at me. <br /><br /> “Wow Tom, you don’t look so hot? Maybe next time you don’t call me a bitch huh?” you say as you walk around me. I feel a heavy foot on my back pushing me down. “So, how much of your strength do I have?’ you ask. <br /><br /> “I..I don’t know,” I say feeling a tad better. “A lot. Please, please let me keep what I…” I don’t get to finish. You slide your foot out of your sandal and step on my hand. You begin to take my strength again. <br /><br /> “Mmmmm….” you moan. “We have been talking all about you, how’s about talking about me?” you say. “ I am feeling SO STRONG! I think I have a lot of your muscles, your strength. But, tell you what,” you say feeling ultra-powerful. “If you can move my foot off your hand, I will stop,” you say looking down at my shrinking body. <br /><br /> I am so weak now. I bring my free hand over to our big foot. “Ung,” I gasp as I feel the drain quicken when I touch you. “Unnngg..mff….” I gasp as I try and pry your foot off my hand. <br /><br /> You smile as you realize how weak I actually am. You can’t even feel my efforts. You moan with delight as you get more powerful from my touch. <br /><br /> “i..c..can’t.ung, m..ove your..ung..mmff…f..oot,” I gasp to you as I stop trying. “i..its..ung, so..too..s..strong,” I gasp. “p..l.ease…m..eg…” <br /><br /> You look down at me smiling. You realize your foot is now stronger than my entire body. You laugh with delight. You have defeated me and now contain almost all my strength. You stop draining me but leave your foot where it is. <br /><br /> “So Tom. You can’t move my foot. Guess that means it is now stronger than you,” you say proudly. <br /><br /> “y..es,” I gasp looking up at your now powerful body. <br /><br /> “Excellent. So, I think things will change around here, don’t you? For starters, I think you should make up for calling me a bitch. I think you should be my servant, my slave,” you say to me as you take another drink of my dwindling strength. <br /><br /> “ung….p..leae you..so..s.s..s..str..ong. I, ung, i..w..will..s..serve, ung…y..you,” I say. “you…and, ung…o..only, ung..y..yo…you.” <br /><br /> You smile again and stop. You have destroyed me. I am weaker than your smallest of digits. You take your foot off my hand and put it in front of my face. <br /><br /> “If you are my slave Tom, you will kiss my foot,” you say with pride. <br /><br /> I don’t want to but I know I have no choice. You are my physical superior. Your body now pumps with the strength of mine. Using all my strength I lift my head and put my lips on your foot. SMOOCH. I kiss it and then leave it on your mighty foot. <br /><br /> “You’re so strong now,” I say to you with my face resting on your foot. <br /><br /> I hear you laugh. “Yes I know. And I will only get stronger! This world will bend to my will!” you say to me as you order me to kiss your foot again. I do it, knowing you have enough power to make good on your threat. <br /><br /> <span style="color: #999999;">TO BE CONTINUED! </span>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-10284621392542695642012-07-15T12:55:00.003-07:002012-07-15T12:55:53.940-07:00Goddess Meg & Servant Tom<div style="color: #999999;">
A story by Meg's Servant</div>
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It had been six months since the girl formally known as Meg had taken over the Earth. She had stolen my formula and drank it, allowing her to drain the strength from other people. She had made quick work of Superman, Wonder Woman, the Hulk, Supergirl, Mary Marvel and a host of other superheroes. She now contained all of their powers and strength. She was the most powerful person in the universe. The military had been useless against her power. Bullets bounced harmlessly off her mighty body. Misses had no effect. They even tried a nuke when it was apparent she planned on taking over the Earth. It did not part her hair. She was the ultimate power. Totally invincible, impossibly strong. She could move the earth with her small toe. She had no equal. She made herself a God, and she was worshipped by the entire planet.<br /><br />My name is Tom. I was the first to be Meg’s Servant, but not the last. After she drained all of the superheroes came to my house and told me her plan. The world was a mess, and she was going to fix it. And fix it she did. There were no more wars or countries as the planet was united in worship of Goddess Super Meg. All resources went into worship of her, and only her. To that end, her servants, all seven billion, built her palaces and golden thrones. Today she was visiting the palace she had put me in charge of. I had worked weeks to make sure it was completely clean and ready for her arrival.<br /><br />I await my Goddess. I see her flying in and I get on my knees, as do the rest of her servants. An orchestra plays music as Goddess Super Meg lands. She is super muscular. Her arms are over fifty inches of pure muscle and her legs are beyond enormous. She is wearing a golden one piece bathing suit type of clothing. The word GODDESS in red across her huge and powerful chest. She is barefoot and walks towards me. I come up to the middle of her thighs in my kneeling position. She is super tall.<br /><br />“Hello Servant,” You say to me.<br /><br />“Good morning Goddess,” I say. “Thank you for allowing me to be in your presence this morning Goddess,” I add.<br /><br />You smile and use your x-ray vision. “You did a good job cleaning my palace Servant Tom, but I see a few specs of dust in the corner next to my throne,” you say.<br /><br />I panic! I had gone over the entire place with such care! “A thousand apologies my Goddess!” I say. “Please, please forgive me, I beg of you.”<br /><br />You extend your huge foot and lift your mighty big toe. “I see twenty specs of dust. I shall drain you for twenty seconds Servant Tom as punishment,” you say.<br /><br />I dutifully place my hand under your huge toe. I am fearful as I know what that toe can do. I saw it first hand when you flicked the side of Mount Everest with it and sent it hurtling into space. I gasp as you put your heavy toe on my hand. It is so large it almost covers my hand. You begin to drain my strength.<br /><br />“Ung,” I gasp as I feel weaker. I look at your huge toe and foot. You do not need my strength. It is less than meaningless to you. Like a rain drop in the ocean, less even. Your power is limitless.<br /><br />“Thank…ung…you…for…t..aking my….ung…strength..G…G…Goddess,” I gasp as I know what to say. It is an honor to have you drain me. Very few people actually get the honor of being in the Goddess’ presence, much less getting to worship her in person. After twenty seconds you stop and lift your now stronger toe. I weakly pull back my hand. You have taken almost all of my strength.<br /><br />I lean down and pucker my lips and gently kiss the huge toe which just drained me. “I thank you for taking my strength Supreme Goddess,” I say and kiss her toe again. “I thank you for allowing me to worship at your feet Goddess,” I add. “I worship you, and only you Almighty Goddess,” I say as I begin kissing your other toes and you entire huge and powerful foot.<br /><br />“You worship me well Servant Tom,” you say as you look down at me worshipping your feet. You love how it feels to be worshipped. “As Ruler of Earth, very few people get the honor of worshipping at my powerful feet,” you tell me as you decide to head towards your golden throne. Your big feet leave foot shaped divots in the gold plated ground. I dutifully follow behind you, kissing the ground you walk upon. You sit at your throne and lift up your left foot.<br /><br />“Kiss the bottom of my foot Servant Tom,” you command. I smile as I scoot over and begin kissing the ball and bottom of your huge foot.<br /><br />“Thank you Goddess for allowing me to worship your mighty foot,” I say between kisses.<br /><br />“You are welcome Servant Tom,” you say as you flex her huge bicep. I long to worship it but I know the rules. You only touch your servants with your mighty feet. I know how lucky I am to be worshipping you, and I feverishly kiss the bottom of your foot. I work my way up to the bottom of your pinky toe. I kiss it as well, wondering just how strong it must be. Able to lift quadrillion tons no doubt, I think as I kiss it again and again. It is hard to imagine your power and strength.<br /><br />You look down at your foot. It is so large you can barely see me behind it, but you feel my kisses. You smile at my worship and lift your other one. “Kiss my other one Servant Tom,” you command in a mighty voice. I do so, with glee.<br /><br />“So, I am thinking about rearranging the continents tomorrow. As a living Goddess, I never liked the way they were organized. When I am done, maybe I will come back and let you worship me even more Servant,” you say to me.<br /><br />“That would be the highest of honors Goddess,” I say as I continue my worship and imagine just how strong you have to be to move continents!Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-89571947341948062432012-06-24T18:10:00.000-07:002016-08-04T13:36:07.424-07:00Fresh Look<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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How do like my latest "look" from <b>Mav</b>. Fresh & clean with super powerful muscles. These arms are to-die-for!!Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-34751841155335410982012-06-12T14:41:00.000-07:002016-08-04T13:36:48.921-07:00Super Megan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here's a great image to go with the <a href="http://megsfmg.blogspot.com/2012/05/super-megan-and-project-god.html">Super Megan and Project G.O.D.</a> story. <b>Barry</b> writes incredible stories, <b>Mav</b> creates incredible morphs.<br />
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Now don't look up my skirt :)Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-77599452069011613632012-06-12T07:04:00.000-07:002012-06-12T07:05:54.380-07:00SUPER MEGAN AND PROJECT G.O.D.: CHS 17&18<span style="color: #999999;">Story by Barry</span> | <a href="http://megsfmg.blogspot.com/2012/06/super-megan-and-project-god-chs-15.html">Previous Chapter</a><br />
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<b>Chapter 17: Agent Stephenson Has G.O.D. Like Plans</b><br />
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BANG! Dr. Forrest’s door violently flew open.<br />
“What the….” he said as he got out of his chair and walked to the door.<br />
A filthy and bloodied Agent John Stevenson entered the office and punched David in the nose.<br />
“You realize what that fucking bitch made me do?” he roared at David, who was on the floor, nose bleeding.<br />
“I tried to warn you Agent, but you wouldn’t listen. I told you your guns and weapons wouldn’t have any effect on her. Do you realize what being sextillion times stronger than anyone else means?” he said as he slowly got off the floor, grabbing his nose.<br />
“Tossing around Humvees like toys is nothing to her now. You listen to me when I say this Agent, and hopefully it will get through your thick skull. Meg has enough strength to lift the moon,” he said. “Did you hear what I just said?” he asked again angrily. “The fucking moon!”<br />
Agent John Stevenson slipped down and sat on the couch in the office.<br />
“I can believe it,” he said as he dug into his pocket and got out a handkerchief. “Here,” he said handing it to David. David took it.<br />
“Sorry about the nose,” John said.<br />
“It’s fine,” David said. “I watched the satellite video. I did see what she made you do,” he said.<br />
John sat up, getting ready to say something when David interrupted.<br />
“Don’t worry John; I was the only one watching it. No one saw you, well, you know,” he said. “Your pride remains intact,” he added.<br />
“Good,” John said as he leaned back. “Until that fucking Barry guy interrupted, my sound machine was neutralizing her,” he said.<br />
“Yes it was. But now that she knows you have it, she is smart enough to find a way to defend against it Agent,” David said. “Don’t forget. Brawn AND brains,” he said. “Anyway, the attack wasn’t totally worthless. We did learn some things,” David said.<br />
“Like what?” John asked.<br />
“Well for starters, we know she can move things with her mind. That is how she flies. And that is how she lifted those Humvees into the air. We know she is invulnerable,” he said.<br />
“She can also insert thoughts into people’s minds. Saw that for myself. She made my soldiers retreat,” John said.<br />
“Astonishing,” David said. “Most important though,” he said as he got up and removed the handkerchief from his nose. “We realized that, right now, she is not the threat you think she is,” he said.<br />
John stood up. “How can you even fucking say that? She destroyed hundreds of thousands of dollars in equipment. She mentally tortured my men. She made me…fuck, I can’t even fucking say it!” he exclaimed.<br />
“All of that is true Agent but just think it through. With all of her amazing powers and abilities, she went out of her way to not kill anyone,” David said. “She really may be a Goddess now Agent, but she seems to be a very kind one.”<br />
“You listen to me Doctor. I worship only one God, and it is not this flying bimbo. Kind or not, she has way too much power for one person. We have to even the odds. We have to enhance someone to face her,” he said.<br />
David turned and walked back over to his desk and sat down. “Agent, we have discussed this. I simply can’t allow someone else to go through the project. It is too dangerous,” he said.<br />
John stepped up to the desk. “Doctor, you no longer have a choice,” he said as five armed men filled the room.<br />
“What the fuck are you doing?” David yelled. “This is a civilian operation. You can’t just come in here and take over!”<br />
“Watch me,” he said. “Secure the Doctor. Get the chemicals ready for implantation of the project,” he ordered.<br />
“You will lose control of this Agent. Trust me. Don’t do this,” David begged.<br />
“Too late,” John said as he pistol whipped David across the face, knocking him out. “I have been wanting to do that for a while, Doctor,” he said as he left the room for the basement and a meeting with Project G.O.D.<br />
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<b>Chapter 18: Super Meg Gets a Name, and a Costume</b><br />
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Barry and Meg entered the cabin.<br />
“You want to grab the first shower?” he asked.<br />
“No, you go ahead. I will use up all the hot water,” she said as she put their things down and looked around. The cabin was small with the kitchen, eating area and den basically one room. There was a small loft upstairs and a master bedroom with attached bathroom.<br />
“Cozy,” she thought as she heard Barry get in the shower. She gently sat down on the couch, it groaning under her muscled weight and turned on the TV.<br />
“We have breaking news. A military operation gone wrong. CNN has learned that a pre-planned military training exercise got out of control when several rogue members of the military used live rounds in a remote part of upstate California today. We so far have no reports of casualties. Check out these live pictures we are now just getting in,” the anchor said.<br />
Meg smiled as she saw the carnage she had caused. “So that is how they are spinning it,” she said.<br />
“Spinning what?” Barry asked as he came into the den, dressed but still drying his hair.<br />
“What happened today. Won’t be too long before they link those big foot prints at your uncle’s cabin to the ones at that construction site. Sooner or later, it will get out that a human being is doing all this damage. I need to get out in front of this thing, sooner rather than later,” she said.<br />
“Okay. You want to go public now?” he asked.<br />
“What? In a Pepsi cola sweatshirt and busted up brown sweatpants? No,” she said. “I still need a costume,” she added as she got up and headed to the shower.<br />
“A costume,” Barry thought smiling.<br />
Meg put the shower on HOT as far as it would go and squeezed into it. The water, which would have burned anyone else, felt only slightly warm to her. She began scrubbing her massive muscles with soap and water, rinsing off the soot and dirt from the attack. She had to admit, feeling her muscles was a turn on. Never in her wildest dreams had she EVER thought she would have such huge and powerful muscles. Everywhere she looked, thick, sexy female muscles exploded from her frame. She flexed her right bicep and a beach ball rose from her arm. She smiled as she used the small in comparison washcloth to rinse it off.<br />
Meg closed her eyes and thought about the day. She had just defeated the military with the ease of opening a soda can. God, she was SO POWERFUL! Meg’s hand slowly slinked down between her legs. The events of the day on top of feeling her own massive muscles were getting to her. Suddenly a voice entered her head.<br />
“You get too excited and you could crack open the Earth,” she heard herself think.<br />
Meg opened her eyes and sighed. “Being super has some disadvantages,” she thought as she continued to wash off. After twenty minutes she turned off the water and got out of the shower. Using four towels, she began drying herself off. She squeezed back into her awful clothes and opened the bathroom door. <br />
Barry was sitting on the bed, smiling.<br />
“What are you grinning about?” she asked.<br />
“Your costume Goddess,” he said as he took some papers from behind his back. “While we were at the cabin, I got online and did some research. I knew you weren’t real excited about having a costume, but I wanted to just see what is out there,” he said handing her the papers.<br />
Meg quickly scanned them. “Bulletproof clothing?” she asked and the smiled. “Ah, I see. So if I do get shot up like today, they won’t just disintegrate, right?” she said.<br />
“You got it. Look, they have jackets, shirts, even pants. I figure we order some and you can use that super strength of your to mold it into a costume,” he said.<br />
“Good thinking Barry,” she said and then frowned. “Says here it takes ten business days to be delivered. I don’t want to wait that long,” she said.<br />
“Oh,” Barry said as he took the sheet. “I didn’t read that part. Well, says here they have a store up in Oregon. That isn’t that far, we could just drive up and….”<br />
WHOOOSH! Was heard, knocking Barry down on to the bed. Meg had disappeared.<br />
In a blink of an eye, Super Meg was hovering over the store in Oregon. Using her mental prowess, she detected two customers and three sales persons. Meg closes her eyes and concentrated.<br />
“Customers, leave,” she thought. She smiled as the two customers walked out.<br />
“Manager, close the store and tell your employees to go home.”<br />
“Okay guys, closing early today. Pack it up and see you tomorrow,” she heard the manager say. Meg giggled as she watched the employees get in their cars and drive away. She quickly descended and easily broke open the front door. Taking a bag from behind the desk, the super human went shopping.<br />
Barry sat up and scratched his head. “Meg?” he said aloud as he got up and looked around the cabin. “Where did she….”<br />
WHOOOSH! He once again found himself on the ground looking up at Meg. She was holding several bags.<br />
“Hiya Barry, what you doing down there?” she laughed.<br />
He got up. “Where did you…” he looked at the bags and shot her a look. “Oh, I see. You flew up to the store and stole that stuff didn’t you?” he said.<br />
She frowned. “So moral,” she said. “What is the point of being omnipotent if I can’t take what I want from time to time? Anyway, it is for a greater good,” she said walking into the bedroom.<br />
Barry followed. “Meg, just because you can bench press a planet doesn’t mean you are above the law,” he said.<br />
She laughed. “Really?” she said flexing her left bicep.<br />
He gulped in, mesmerized by the sheer size of her mighty and beefy bicep.<br />
“If it makes you feel any better, after I go public I will go back to the store and make it right. Deal?” she said still flexing. “Or do you want to try and make me pay for it now little man?” she asked with a coy smile.<br />
“N…no. I, you would mop the floor with me with your pinky toe,” he said.<br />
“No doubt!” she said. “Now, go into the den. I am going to get to work and want it to be a surprise,” she said.<br />
“Yes Goddess,” he said as he closed the bedroom door and went into the den.<br />
Meg looked at the material. She had grabbed several dark red jackets, several white and black long sleeved shirts, several pairs of black pants.<br />
“Let’s see if this works,” she thought as she closed her eyes. Once again calling on her mental powers, she thought of reworking the material into the costume in her mind. For the first time, she was having difficulty with the task.<br />
“Ung,” she gasped. “Apparently altering matter is tough,” she thought. Slowly, the material in front of her began to buzz. She was doing it! She was altering matter!<br />
“Fucking cool!” she said aloud as the material began to take shape.<br />
Barry heard the bedroom door open. He sat up on the couch.<br />
“Wow…” he said as the muscled vision walked into the den. Before him was Meg, only now she truly looked like the super heroine she had longed to be.<br />
She had somehow molded the black material into boots which went up almost to her massive knees. Her calves bulged out, straining the material. She was wearing what could only be described as a white one piece bathing suit which showed off her massive legs. Across her belt line was a dark red belt. She had a black cape hanging from her back. Accross her chest in a darker red was SW.<br />
Barry slowly stood up and walked up to Meg.<br />
“I fucking love it!” he said. He looked to the SW which was eye level with him.<br />
“SW?” he asked.<br />
Meg put her hands on her hips and hit a power pose. “SUPER WOMAN!” she exclaimed.<br />
“Super Woman…” he repeated. “Fitting,” he said in amazement.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13971798503623299465noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127526305970499050.post-35279815557876667542012-06-11T07:04:00.000-07:002012-06-12T07:07:01.228-07:00SUPER MEGAN AND PROJECT G.O.D.: CHS 15&16<span style="color: #999999;">Story by Barry</span> | <a href="http://megsfmg.blogspot.com/2012/06/super-megan-and-project-god-chs-13.html">Previous Chapter</a><br />
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<b>Chapter 15: The Aftermath</b><br />
“Fucking shit, what a fucking rush!” the most powerful being on Earth said as she pounded her way back to the cabin. <b>BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!</b><br />
“Barry, thanks again for….” She didn’t finish. “Barry?” she asked as he was not walking along her side. She looked back and laughed. Barry was behind her, several yards behind her. He was getting up, having tripped and fell over one of the large foot shaped divots Meg was leaving in the ground.<br />
“You okay?” she asked smiling. “What are you doing back there?” she asked.<br />
Barry got to his feet. “What am I doing back here?” he repeated. “Trying to keep up. You’re so freaking big now that one of your strides is like three or four of mine so I basically have to run to keep up with you. Second, it is kinda hard to maintain balance with your foot quakes shaking the ground every time you walk. Third, well, I am still learning to navigate around your massive footprints in the ground. I tripped and fell into one,” he said.<br />
Meg roared with laughter. “Is this better?” she asked looking at him.<br />
“Whoa!” Barry exclaimed as he slowly levitated into the air and moved to Meg’s side. She began walking again, with Barry floating at her side.<br />
“Thanks,” he said, still getting used to the unfamiliar feeling of flying.<br />
“No prob,” she said. “Anyway, like I was saying, thanks again for coming to my aid. I don’t know if I could have taken much more of that awful sound,” she said.<br />
“You’re welcome Goddess Meg,” he said. She smiled.<br />
“Yeah, about that. I, I don’t know what came over me. After I crushed that device, all I could think about was making that little man cower and grovel before my power,” she said.<br />
“Saw that,” Barry answered. “And where did the kissing your foot come from?” he asked.<br />
Meg shrugged, slightly embarrassed. “I really don’t know. Seemed like the ultimate show of respect or, in his case, humiliation. To be honest, I wasn’t even thinking of him as being human. I looked at him, more, more like, like…”<br />
“Like what?” Barry asked. “Use some of that massive intelligence of yours pick some words,” he teased.<br />
“Funny,” she said as she thought about raising him much higher.<br />
“Whoa….shit!” Barry exclaimed as he raced up sixty feet into the air.<br />
“Meg put me down! Put me down!” he screamed.<br />
Meg laughed as he slowly came back to his original floating position. “Don’t make fun of a Goddess Barry,” she teased.<br />
Barry gulped. “Lesson learned,” he said. “Now, you were saying,” he said.<br />
“Right. The only way I can explain it, is he felt more like a disobedient pet to me. Something I, well, I owned.”<br />
Barry gulped again. “Owned?” he repeated. “Okay, I, I guess I can see that. He had just tried to kill you, you were really pissed, you have, have unlimited power. I, I can see thinking that in that instance,” he said.<br />
Meg stopped and faced her floating friend, who was now eye level with her height. “It wasn’t just him Barry. The soldier, the one I searched his brain to find out about that agent. It happened then to. I felt total and utter superiority over him. I had to fight the urge to make him cower at my feet,” she said.<br />
“Um…okay,” Barry said. “You, you ever think that way about me?” he asked.<br />
Meg looked down. “Sometimes,” she quietly said.<br />
Barry reached out and touched her big cheek. “Hey,” he said as he tried to lift her head up to face him. “Ummmffff…” he gasped.<br />
“You know you aren’t strong enough to do that,” she said, half smiling. She lifted her head and looked at him.<br />
“Look. You, you have been through a lot. I mean, just last week you were a normal girl with normal problems like paying rent or, or saving up for new shoes. Now, now you are a muscle bound super woman with the strength and powers of a freaking God. I mean hell, it was me who even suggested you call yourself Goddess Megan. Just a few minutes ago, I think I basically agreed to worship you when we got back to the cabin. You want to know why you felt superior?” he asked.<br />
“Because I am,” she answered.<br />
“Right Meg. Because you now are superior. In every way I can think of. You’re the smartest person on the planet. Not to mention the most muscular and powerful being on Earth,” he said. “That has to get in your head, so don’t feel bad,” he said, trying to console her.<br />
“Thanks Barry. I think I needed to hear that.”<br />
“You are welcome. Now, I am not trying to talk you into enslaving the world, but give yourself some slack as you adjust to this new, well, super normal,” he said.<br />
“Okay. You know, for a weak little mortal, you are pretty smart,” she said smiling.<br />
“And for an omnipotent being, you are pretty fucking amazing,” he answered.<br />
She reached over and gently gave him a hug.<br />
“Ommfff,” he gasped, the air rushing out of him as her massive arms wrapped around his torso.<br />
“Sorry,” she said letting go.<br />
“No…no worries,” he said. He was pretty sure that was going to leave a series of bruises!<br />
She returned to her walk towards the cabin.<br />
“Can I ask you something?” Barry said.<br />
“Shoot,” she answered.<br />
“You just defeated the United States army. Was anything about that even hard?” he asked.<br />
Meg laughed. “Not really. I mean, I hardly felt the bullets and grenades. I did feel the missiles, kind of like rain drops to a normal person. To be honest, the hardest part was implanting that thought of retreat in all of those soldiers’ heads without exploding their brains. That took some concentration, but the rest was pretty easy. To be honest, it was kinda fun,” she said.<br />
“Fun?” he said astonished. “Fucking unreal.”<br />
The duo reached the cabin. It sat at an odd angle, with all of the windows blown out.<br />
“I am guessing my foot stomp did this?” she said.<br />
“Uh huh. It is a huge mess inside. I think every wall is cracked. Not to mention the buckling of the floor. You owe my uncle Danny a new cabin in the woods,” Barry said.<br />
“Sorry about that…” she said sheepishly.<br />
“Ah, no worries. I never much liked him anyway. If you still want to hide out, there is a cabin rental place about twenty miles from here. Pretty remote cabins. We can set up shop there for a while,” he said. “Your treat though,” he added.<br />
“Of course,” she said as they entered the cabin. Meg found the clothes Barry had purchased and put on another god-awful sweatshirt and sweatpants. She longed to take a shower, to wash the soot and dirt off of her, but she was pretty sure her stomp had bent the water pipes. It would have to wait until they got to the new cabin.<br />
After about twenty minutes, the two went back outside. “Okay, ready to go?” he asked.<br />
“Uh huh,” she said. “Where is this place?” she asked.<br />
“In a small town call Prestonsburg, about twenty miles east of here,” he said.<br />
“Okay,” she said as she levitated.<br />
“Hey, hold up,” Barry said. “I think a flying girl may get us more attention than we want. I can drive my uncle’s truck,” he said. “You can fit in the back and stay covered with that old tarp you wore when you busted up my house,” he said.<br />
Meg gently landed and looked at the truck. All the windows were blown out of it as well.<br />
“What about the windows, seems like that would cause attention,” she said.<br />
“Maybe. But I think a flying muscular super girl would cause more. Hop in Goddess,” he teased. “Your chariot awaits!”<br />
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<b>Chapter 16: A Change of Scenery and a New Plan Emerges</b><br />
Meg sighed as she gently got in the back. Barry covered her with the tarp and got behind the wheel. The front of the cabin had become an obstacle course. It was difficult navigating through chunks of Humvees and weapons. Not to mention huge foot prints and holes caused by explosions. Despite the difficulty, Barry managed to get to the main road and take off.<br />
“Police are on their way, pull off on this side road,” he heard Meg’s voice say in his head.<br />
“Can you please ask my permission before you talk to me through telepathy?” he said aloud.<br />
“Can I talk to you through telepathy?” she sarcastically asked.<br />
“Smartass,” he thought. “I don’t hear any police, but you are the boss,” he thought as he pulled off on a side road and drove behind some large bushes. After waiting for ten minutes, Barry was going to say something when suddenly he heard the sirens. He watched through the bushes as several police cruisers raced towards the cabin.<br />
“Good call,” he said aloud.<br />
“Thanks. Don’t worry; they won’t link it to you. As they passed, I inserted a thought to block any knowledge of you or me being there,” she thought.<br />
“Wow,” he said aloud, looking back at the covered up Meg. “Like a Jedi mind trick,” he thought.<br />
“These are not the droids you are searching for,” Meg thought to him. Barry laughed and got back on the road.<br />
“So, since we both didn’t bring our wallets, this may be a tad tricky,” Barry thought.<br />
“No problem there. Just pull up to the rental place. I will make him think we paid him,” she said.<br />
Barry sighed. “I am not sure I like that,” he said.<br />
“Well, we used up all the cash we found in your uncle’s cabin on food and clothes. It is either that, or you drive back to your house and get your wallet,” she thought.<br />
“True,” he said. “Just don’t…don’t cause any permanent damage to the guy okay? He is just doing his job,” Barry said.<br />
“I won’t. Getting pretty good at this telepathy thing,” she responded.<br />
Barry continued to drive. Being careful to still watch the road, Barry reached over and grabbed the notebook with the list of names for Meg.<br />
“Been thinking about that,” he heard her say in his brain.<br />
“Oh yeah?” he said aloud. “What did you decide?” he asked.<br />
“Well, Goddess Megan is a tad presumptuous. If that military attack taught me something, it is that if you call yourself a God, even if you are one, it scares people. I think some variation of ‘super’ before my name will work. And I am now agreeing with you Barry. I do need some sort of costume I think. People are used to reading comics, seeing those superhero movies. If I dress myself in something kind of familiar, it might ease my introduction to them,” she thought.<br />
“Good point,” he said putting the notebook down. “Hey, we are almost here,” he said as he pulled into the long driveway up to rental place.<br />
“I know,” she said. “Been looking through your eyes,” she said nonchalantly.<br />
“Fuck,” he said. “You can do that too?”<br />
“Seems so,” she said. “Oh, one last thing. About what you said when I let that agent go,” she beamed telepathically.<br />
Barry moved around uncomfortably in his seat. “Um, yeah,” he said.<br />
“I know you still want to,” she thought.<br />
“Well, you seemed to want me to. It, well you know I have a thing for strong women, and watching you dominate that asshole was really…hot,” he said out loud. He heard giggles in his head.<br />
“At the time, I did want you to worship me. I calmed down though on our walk back. But if you want, we can have some fun with it tonight. I kinda like it when you call me Goddess,” she thought to him.<br />
“I don’t need telepathy to know that,” he said as he pulled into the parking place. “Okay, turn on those super ears of yours. When he asks for payment, do your thing,” he said as he got out of the car. “Carefully,” he added.<br />
“Stop worrying,” she thought to him. <br />
Barry entered the rental cabin and rang the bell on the desk. A kindly looking elderly man came from the back.<br />
“Hello young man, can I help you?” he asked.<br />
“Damn,” Barry thought. “I would feel better about this if he was some dickish punk.”<br />
“Yes, hi. I, I need a cabin. A remote one if possible,” he said.<br />
“Sure. How long you plan on staying?” he asked.<br />
“Oh, um, not sure. Just trying to get away for a few days, maybe do some fishing,” Barry lied.<br />
“Well, we got a great river for that. Although, be careful. Had ourselves an earthquake a few hours ago. Oddest thing, it was one huge jolt and then nothin’” he said. “I can see it busted up your truck pretty good. You okay?” he old man asked.<br />
“Yes, fine. Thanks. Yeah, I, I felt it too. Broke the windows in my truck is all,” Barry again lied while trying to hide his feelings of amazement from Meg as he realized her foot stomp was felt twenty miles away.<br />
“Okay, you have paid for four nights. Appreciate you paying up front,” he said.<br />
Barry looked back at the truck, knowing he hadn’t paid him anything. Meg had done her part.<br />
“Cabin 14. Just foller' the road down about a mile and take your first left. Will be the only cabin on that road,” the old man said as he handed him the keys. Barry took them.<br />
“Thanks,” he said as he started to walk away.<br />
“Oh, one last thing young man. Rumor is you got yourself a very very tiny penis,” he said.<br />
Barry’s mouth dropped and he was about to respond when he once again heard giggles in his head.<br />
“Funny,” Barry thought back to Meg. “Really really funny.”<br />
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<b>Chapter 13: Big Brother, We Have a Problem</b><br />
David Forrest heard the CB go dead. “She is calling herself a Goddess,” he thought. The attack had the exact affect he thought it would. It had been less than useless against her massive power. He took a slow drink of water and set the glass back down on the desk. “After she finishes with Agent Stevenson,” he whispered. “She is coming for me.” David turned to his computer.<br />
“Melvin,” he said. “Use all available memory necessary to figure out a way to stop Meg,” he said.<br />
“I am currently working on 579 projects. Would you like me to suspend that work Doctor,” Melvin said.<br />
“Yes God damnit, suspend that work. She is coming for me Melvin, and I don’t have much time,” David fearfully said.<br />
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<b>Chapter 14: Agent Stevenson Gets Humiliated</b><br />
Meg found herself naked and outside again. Only this time, she was holding a terrified man in her grasp.<br />
“I am not done with you by a long shot John,” the Goddess said as she used her mental powers to rip off a piece of metal from the jeep. It slowly wrapped around John. She dropped him to the ground.<br />
Meg turned her attention to the remaining troops. Some were still hiding; others were picking up their weapons. Meg closed her eyes and began to get into each of their heads.<br />
“You do not want to attack me. In fact, you will forget this day ever occurred. You will forget me. You will go back to your bases, now,” she thought.<br />
John looked at his soldiers as they all put their guns on the ground and slowly began walking down the road.<br />
“Where the fuck are you going?” he yelled. “Get back here, get back here now damnit! That is a fucking order!” he screamed. He looked up at Meg.<br />
“What…what did you do?” he asked.<br />
“Who me?” she said pointing her finger at herself and grinning. “Oh nothing really. I just got into their brains and told them they didn’t need to fight me, to forget this day ever occurred, and for them to go back to their base. They are just following orders John…MY orders,” she said flexing a massive bicep.<br />
John was flabbergasted. “You…you can fucking do that?” he gasped.<br />
“Uh huh,” she said confidently. “Well, before just now I knew I could read minds. This was the first time I actually planted a command into someone’s brain. Wasn’t sure it would work but, as you can see,” she said pointing to the zombie-like soldiers walking away, “It worked.”<br />
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM! Meg walked back over to John. “So, your little attack, pretty ineffective huh?” she asked.<br />
He looked away from the muscle covered marvel. “Yes,” he said.<br />
“What in the hell were you thinking? You really think your puny guns, grenades and missiles had a hope in hell against my power?” she asked.<br />
“I, I had no way of knowing it would be so, so ineffective,” he said.<br />
“Really?” she laughed. “You already knew I was super strong and probably invulnerable. Pretty stupid mistake on your part John,” she said. “Lucky I am a forgiving Goddess and didn’t kill any of your pathetic little troops,” she said. “In fact, I think you should apologize to me for the attack,” she said.<br />
Barry was watching what was going on. Meg’s attitude had certainly changed. The mere fact she was referring to herself as “Goddess Megan” was testament to that.<br />
“Hey Meg, maybe we should just let him go and get back to the…”<br />
“Silence mortal!” she said pointing at him. She returned her attention to John.<br />
“So,” she said.<br />
John gulped in hard. The last thing in the world he wanted to do was apologize to abomination.<br />
Meg sighed. “I see, too proud huh?” she said looking down at him. “I don’t think you fully grasp my power John,” she said as she began walking around, the Earth shaking. She stopped in front of his jeep and easily lifted it up. She walked back and stood in front of the still restrained Agent Stevenson.<br />
“You have no idea how easy this is for me John. This jeep is less than weightless to me,” she said. Meg then readjusted her grip so she was holding either side of the jeep.<br />
ERNG! She easily crushed the jeep, parts of it flying off, barely missing the seated and restrained John.<br />
“I didn’t even feel that,” she said as she tossed the remains of the jeep in the air. She brought her left foot back. BOOM! She kicked the jeep like a football. The sound wave from the impact blew John head over heels and made Barry loose his balance and fall down.<br />
Meg turned her attention back to John. “Just so you know, I barely kicked that thing and it just left Earth orbit,” she proudly said. “Now, that apology?”<br />
Using all his strength, John sat back up and looked at Meg. He had no choice. She could crush him easier than he crushed an ant. He had to get out of this alive, live to fight another day.<br />
He looked down.<br />
“No, look at me,” she commanded.<br />
He looked up at the naked muscle maiden. “I, I am sorry,” he said.<br />
Meg smiled. “Beg my forgiveness,” she commanded.<br />
“What? I, I said I was…” he stopped talking as he saw her smile turn into a scowl. She hit a full body flex.<br />
“Fuck,” he said staring at her expanding muscles. He cleared his throat. “I, I beg your forgiveness,” he said. “I am sorry I attacked you.”<br />
“Say it again,” she ordered.<br />
Barry, who had gotten back to his feet, watched the exchange with a tad bit of concern.<br />
“I, I said I, I beg your forgiveness. I, I am sorry I attacked you,” he repeated, ashamed and humiliated.<br />
“Ha!” she laughed, clapping her hands. “See, that wasn’t so hard was it weakling?” she asked. She walked over and kneeled down in front of him, still looking down at him.<br />
“You see John, I could break your bones, crush your skull. Hell, I could even get inside your head and make you think you were a Chinese school girl. You see, I have more than enough power to do all of those things to you. And you can’t stop me. No one could stop me,” she said. <br />
She put her finger under his chin, making him look up at her. “But for you John, that isn’t enough. You go home with a few bruises and broken bones after facing me, your unit would consider you a hero. You stood up to a living God.”<br />
“But, you grovel before me, you beg my forgiveness, you lessen yourself before my might. Yes, those things, the humiliation of it all, THAT is how I get in your head John. No glorious battle wounds for you. No, instead, you will live with the knowledge that you just begged a young woman for forgiveness. And given your pride, I imagine you won’t be telling anyone with your unit about that, will you weakling?” she asked.<br />
“N…no,” he said.<br />
“No what?” she asked.<br />
“No…Goddess Megan,” he answered.<br />
She smiled. “Good boy,” she said as she got up and walked away. John sighed a breath of relief. She had her fun and now, now she would hopefully let him go.<br />
“Oh, now, one last thing,” Goddess Megan said as she turned around and faced John again, her hands on her mighty hips.<br />
“You see, when I first got these powers, Barry and I were talking. I was telling him how I wanted to use them for good, to help people. And despite your pathetic little attempt here to stop me, that is still my plan. However, Barry said something interesting. He said people would fear me, or they would worship me. Having watched you piss your pants like the wimp you are, I figure you fear me. But I want you to worship me,” she said.<br />
John looked up at her again. “Never,” he said.<br />
“Never?” she laughed. “You got some balls on you John. I don’t know if I would have the courage to tell someone sextillion times stronger than you never,” she laughed.<br />
Barry once again felt like he should intervene but did not. He had to admit; watching her dominate this asshole was starting to turn him on.<br />
“Well John, if you want to get back to see that wife of yours, I think you should reconsider,” she said.<br />
John once again looked down. He was furious! He had to get back to base, use this humiliation as the fuel to find a way to bring this super bitch down.<br />
“Fine,” he said.<br />
Meg smiled. BOOM BOOM BOOM! She took a few steps towards him. She lifted her dirty left foot and brought it close to his face.<br />
“I want to hear you beg me, beg me to kiss my foot,” she said with a wry smile.<br />
John felt a tear running down his cheek as he stared at the massive foot in front of him. He took in a deep breath.<br />
“Pl…please,” he moaned. “I, I beg you, Goddess Megan, may, oh fuck, may I, I please, kiss your foot,” he begged.<br />
Megan was getting excited. No one had ever worshipped her before! Let alone kissed her foot.<br />
“Yes John, you may kiss my foot. Maybe some of those tears will wash away some of the soot from your pathetic little ineffective missiles,” she teased.<br />
He took in a deep breath and leaned forward, placing his lips on her big toenail.<br />
SMOOCH. He quickly gave it a peck and sat back up.<br />
Meg smiled. “Again,” she said.<br />
He leaned forward again, kissing the same place.<br />
“What, no thank you?” she asked.<br />
He signed again, more tears rolling down his face. “Thank you, for, for allowing me to, to kiss your foot, Goddess Megan,” he said.<br />
She put it back on the ground. “You are welcome my little worshipper,” she teased. Using her mental abilities, she undid the metal around his body. She looked towards the large crack she had made in the ground and levitated one of the Humvees out from inside it. It slowly floated towards them and landed next to her.<br />
“It is banged up, but it works,” she said. She opened the door. “Now go,” she commanded.<br />
John sheepishly got into the Humvee and turned the ignition. It roared to life. Meg leaned down, her face in the driver side window.<br />
“Next time I see you John, you had better kneel before my power. If not, the humiliation you just suffered will look like kindergarten. Got it?” she asked sternly.<br />
“Yes Goddess Megan, I got it,” he said as he slammed it into drive and took off back towards home.<br />
Meg laughed as she turned around and saw Barry. To say he was excited was an understatement.<br />
“I don’t need super eyes to tell that watching me make that guy grovel before my power was a turn on for you huh Barry?” she asked.<br />
“You, you have no idea Goddess,” he said.<br />
Meg smiled a thousand watt smile. “Well, maybe we had better go back to the cabin and see if you can do a better job of worshipping me than he did,” she laughed.<br />
Barry’s smile got huge. “You are the boss, Goddess Megan,” he said as they both walked back to the cabin.<br />
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