Meg's Muscle Growth

Miss me?

2012-01-13T12:51:00.000-08:00

I can't believe it's really been this long since I've posted here. My little buddy Mav sent me these wonderful morphs with the message "We miss you Meg..."

Awww I really love all you guys and sorry I've been away. Could just hug & squeeze y'all.

XOXO Meg

ps I've actually written part of an amazing new story, just never got around to finishing. Bad Meg, Baaaaad Meg

More Amazing Mav Morphs

2011-09-20T18:50:00.000-07:00

Thanks Mav, love 'em

Happy Labor Day

2011-09-05T13:58:00.000-07:00

I know Labor Day is about celebrating workers but I typically spend the day in bed. Wanna join me?

Thanks Mav for another fab morph

SUPA HUGE

2011-08-26T20:16:00.000-07:00

Look at me, I'm Ginormous!!! Mav really outdid himself this time. I love seeing myself with this much muscle.

XOXO

Morphalicious

2011-08-20T11:07:00.000-07:00

Mav gets up close and personal in his latest batch of morphs for "little" ol' me. Now heading off for a nice hard pump and suggest you do the same :)

Big hair day

2011-08-19T09:30:00.000-07:00

Taylor has fun playing with my hair styles in his latest setting of drawings for me. Thanks sweetie!

Can Ya Handle These

2011-08-15T18:57:00.000-07:00

Not really sure who made these but my friend Mathias sent these sweet morphs my way. Looks quite a bit like yours truly... hmmm I may have another stalker hangin round the Megster homestead.

Luv it and as always... XOXO

Mav's Mega Meg Muscle Morphs

2011-08-07T18:26:00.000-07:00

Here's a fresh batch of morphs from my good buddy Mav. I think he really captures my best side!

Nappy Time

2011-07-11T12:06:00.000-07:00

New artwork for me from my friend Taylor. He knows it not wise to disturb me when I'm sleeping :)

Happy 4th

2011-07-04T07:30:00.000-07:00

Wishing all my American friends a Happy & safe 4th of July. Here's a special treat for you from the Marvelous Mav.

XOXO Meg

Twilight of the Buffies

2011-06-13T14:25:00.000-07:00

Edisode 3: New Worlds
Written by Belle

Previously on Episode 2
"Are thy wings plumed indeed for such far flights?" - Walt Whitman

"OK everyone, you know what we have to do, Meg get your girls together, get weapons, we have a fight on our hands!" shouts Josh.

The Buffies are already running for their equipment, they were ready for the tsunami but no one had thought of this. "We don't have time for Cuttiepie" shouts Meg "grab your stuff and let's head for the seafront. Gawd knows how she has survived, I feel this is going to be one of our toughest battles yet".

"Where the hell is Belle" asks Josh, "we don't have time for this - ok everyone go! go! go! - time is running out".

The Buffies run out of the mansion as tho' their life depends on it, which it probably does, and head for the seafront, vaulting over traffic stalled in the jams and knocking down anything which gets in their way - lamp post or high rise, it's all the same to them, pavements and roads crumble to dust under their feet as they run, they must get to Kat before she comes ashore.

The Buffies gather at the seafront behind a breakwater, and ready their weapons for the assault - Kat's path is going to take her right to the property where the family are holed up.

"What's that" asks Diana - in the far distance a small bright diamond of light shimmers, growing slowly larger as it approaches. "It's Belle, it must be, it's Belle" shouts Josh.

Charging towards them is a huge shining metal horse, thunderclaps rend the air and its diamond studded hooves pound hard as it gallops faster and faster thru the sky, the sun shines on its golden wings - astride its back wielding a Claymore sits a naked Belle, her blonde hair blowing in the slipstream, her honed body rippling with muscles, and they are heading straight for WildKat!

"Girls, I guess Belle could do with a diversion, right now!" says Meg.

"Diana, move quick and get that family into their truck, we will take on Kat in a full-on assault to distract her" says Meg. "There is something different about Kat, apart from still being alive", says Meg "take care". "Something about her head" says Diana "she's like a Medusa or something".

As Diana runs for the property, the Buffies leap the breakwater and begin their assault - weapons of unimaginable power blast Kat with beams of energy and rockets with warheads just short of nuclear smash into her, grenade launchers throw bombs which explode harmlessly against her scales. Kat moves towards the Buffies, the assault barely hindering her.

For a moment the diversion works, then Kat sees the fast approaching Belle.

Kat turns her green eyes towards Belle, and her mouth slowly opens.

But this time the few precious seconds count - Belle leans far out of her saddle as Dragonfly turns sideways to fly past Kat "Well I have fallen out of a few saddles before now but at least I was wearing a body protector" thinks Belle "this is my last chance . . . cut off the Gorgon's head is the way it goes".

She stretches her arm out as far as she can, and gripping the Claymore tight she heads for the giant neck of Kat. "Gawd I hope this sword is big enough" she thinks. As it hits the steel like scales of Kat's neck Belle's arm goes from hundreds of miles an hour to zero - her muscles respond to the enormous strain put on them and the weapon bites in - it starts to slice thru Kat's thick neck, Belle's wrist going in deep as she makes sure the sword has maximum effect - black blood burns her as the sword slices thru tendons like steel cables, muscles like living plastic and bone like re-inforced concrete - there is the stench of rotten flesh.

Belle's arm feels like it will be pulled from its socket and she grinds her teeth with the unbearable pain as her body screams in agony at the strain put on it, then suddenly - nothing. Belle is free.

"Gawd I hope my arm has not been pulled off" she thinks.

Dragonfly turns back and Belle sees Kat's head tumble slowly away like some crazy cartoon - it bounces off the giant chest and falls towards the ground but it never reaches there - as it falls it crumbles to dust which blows away in the wind.

WildKat's carcass sways and begins to fall - "OK everyone take cover" shouts Josh as the Buffies scatter.

As the slain beast hits the ground WildKat bursts into a million fireflies which clear leaving no trace.

Belle lands Dragonfly on the seafront beside the cheering Buffies and slides down to the ground, sweat running off her toned body.

An old friend of Belle, Cel, Ace Reporter and Photographer for the 'Malibu Sentinel', is waiting for her. Cel is one of the old school (tho' he is not that old), reliable and dependable with a 'Press' ticket stuck in his hatband.

Cel gets his notebook and pencil out. "Well girl" he says to Belle "you have pulled some stunts in the past, but this beats them all. I have some questions for you."

"What is that creature?"

"This is my new friend, Dragonfly" Belle says "she needs a strong rider to control her - strong in mind and body".

"What happened to you, naked and looking like you have been in a war?"

"It's a long story" says Belle. "I lost my 'Buffie powers' but it was worth it" she laughs.

"Where did Dragonfly come from?"

"She came from beyond the stars, to teach us not to be afraid of the dark" Belle replies. "Now she just wants to go home".

Belle sees Josh and Nic in deep conversation - Josh walks across looking angry.

"Young lady, you have some explaining to do" he says.

"I'm guessing you are talking about Shed 9" Belle replies.

"What do you know about that?" Josh asks.

"It's a long story" says Belle.

Josh looks very angry.

"I'm guessing that it's empty now" Belle says.

"How did you get in and out without being seen?" Josh asks.

"It's a long story" says Belle.

A squadron of jet fighters arrives overhead.

"These aircraft will escort you to a secret Government establishment. I will send Cuttiepie to bring you back here" Josh tells Belle.

Belle mounts Dragonfly, and gets ready to go.

' are we going home . . .'

With a few beats of her wings Dragonfly rises into the air, and Belle guides her towards the jets.

"Auf Wiedersehen, Belle" shouts Diana.

Belle smiles - "Watch the skies" she shouts back.

Dragonfly passes the jets, and carries on upwards.

"What the hell is Belle doing?" rants Josh.

"She's going home" replies Diana.

"Home - where the hell is that!" shouts Josh.

"Beyond the stars" says Meg.

Dragonfly rises high into the clear sky, the last rays of the setting sun glinting off her golden wings - then she is gone.

"God speed, Belle" Cel says.

THE END

Good Lord Bruce...

2011-06-10T07:42:00.000-07:00

I swear I'm the luckiest person in the world. When Bruce of Spykillers asked if he could do one I said "hell ya". He said this was inspired by Frankie Valli's 'Big Girls Dont Cry'

I love it, thanks Bruce! XOXOXOXOXOX

Twilight of the Buffies

2011-06-08T07:11:00.000-07:00

Edisode 2: Too late to worry - too early to die
Written by Belle

Previously on Episode 1
"Come my friends, 'tis not too late to seek a newer world, to sail beyond the sunset, and the baths of all the western stars." - Ulysses by Tennyson

Belle finds the subway flooded and slowly she wades thru chest deep water towards the suburbs. Ahead of her she hears growling and the snapping of jaws - giant alligators are heading for the city, looking to feast on human flesh. The nearest lunges at Belle and she grabs it's jaws, forcing them open. Pushing her hand deep down its throat she pulls the creature inside out. The others make for it and start to bite out lumps of flesh. Belle slowly squeezes past them.

"Easy" she thinks.

At the last station, she climbs up the stopped escalator - at the top the entrance is blocked by tons of rubble. Belle strains to move the debris from the entrance, her biceps bulging, veins popping with the mass of blood flowing thru them, sweat dripping from her toned body - she lifts the blocks out one by one and throws them aside "Thank gawd we still have our strength left" she thinks. She hits the last blocks hard with blows from her strong fists and punches a hole big enough to crawl thru.

"Easy" she thinks.

As she emerges into the ruins of the suburbs, a bright light throws shadows along the street, but the horrid dark clouds seem to soak it up. She turns and sees a mushroom cloud rise from the nuclear power plant - this throws Kat into another tantrum, and fireballs are thrown far and wide from her gorgon head, pulverizing the remains of the city. "Better get a move on" thinks Belle.

Running thru the ruins she is soon at the edge of the burbs - crawling thru ditches and sewers she reaches the old airfield - she can see Shed 9 near the centre - keeping low she runs quickly into its shadows.

A corrugated tin door has a simple padlock holding it - Belle grabs the lock in one hand and squeezes, her forearm sinews ripple like cables and her arm muscles bulge - the lock is crushed and broken.

"Easy!" thinks Belle.

She slides the door open and steps inside - lights flash and alarms sound, but no one comes.

"Ah" thinks Belle - a pair of steel doors, 5 foot thick and weighing at least 50 tons each, stop her progress. Belle grabs one with both hands and strains to move it, her biceps bulge and her lats spread with the effort, the veins on her thick neck bulge inches out as her shoulders and arms put tons of pressure on the door - with a sound of grinding metal she squeezes it and as it crushes she lifts if off its hinges and throws it away.

"Easy" she thinks.

As she enters the room emergency lights flicker on and more alarms sound, but no one comes.

It floats in the middle of the room, making no noise, just a slight glow coming from its base.

"What on this earth can it be" thinks Belle . . . she walks all round it, looking for a door or a panel, but sees none. She runs her hand across the egg-like object . . .

' . . . belle . . .' a soft female voice says inside her head.

Belle jumps back with a fright, gripping her Claymore tight "Who is that, who is there?". No answer comes.

Belle feels the surface of the egg again . . .

' . . . belle . . . you are not like the others . . . ' the voice says.

Again Belle starts, but she is alone in the room with the egg. She runs her hand across it once more . . .

' . . . the others wanted to use my power . . . you are not like them i sense that . . . ' the voice says.

Belle feels more than sees images of unicorns and dragons, and the great City of Troy.

She puts her hand on the egg again "Who, or what, are you, why are you here?" she asks.

' i came to teach . . . ' the voice says.

"Teach - teach us what?" asks Belle.

' not to be afraid of the dark . . . i came here millennia ago, but my rider was killed . . . '

"Your rider?" asks Belle.

' without my rider i am not complete . . . many have tried to ride me . . . they all died . . . the choice was theirs . . .'

"What do you want of me?" Belle asks.

' i want to go home . . . ' the voice says.

"Home? Where is home?"

' beyond the stars . . . '

"Beyond the stars - sounds fun, but first I have friends in danger, I owe them a great favor, I must try and save them" says Belle.

' the choice is yours . . . '

They head towards the city and WildKat, Belle's blonde hair flowing in the slipstream, her Claymore gripped tightly, the dank air washing the dust off her naked muscular body as faster and faster they fly. "Gawd you are fast and nimble girl, I am going to call you Dragonfly" she thinks. Again she sees glimpses of unicorns and such. "What is that" she thinks.

' that is the past belle . . . i can take you there . . . '

A scene of devastation spreads out before Belle - columns of black smoke and ash rise into the sky from hundreds of fires, blocking out the sun, and lightning flickers in the dark clouds. As The Buffies huddle in the last ruins of the city, Kat searches for them tirelessly, tearing up streets and the remains of the buildings.

"Well that was our last card - we thought the nuclear blast would stop Kat, but it did nothing to her" Josh is saying.

"What's that" asks Diana - in the far distance a small bright diamond of light shimmers, growing slowly larger as it approaches from the direction of the old airfield. "It's Belle, it must be, it's Belle" shouts Josh.

"Girls, I guess Belle could do with a diversion, right now!" says Meg.

The Buffies begin their attack, their huge muscles straining and sinews stretching under their skin, they begin tearing girders from the remains of buildings and power poles to use as spears - they plunge them deep into Kat's legs and feet and throw them into her body, but they are less than pinpricks to the Kat.

Kat fires her beam and throws fireballs at them, the Buffies dodge and turn still attacking her with their bare hands trying to gain an advantage, throwing her off balance with their great strength maybe, or reaching her head to gouge out those green eyes.

Blows land on her from all sides, but Kat anticipates them and with her new found Buffie powers helping she grabs at her attackers with claws and teeth like sharpened steel and bites deep into Buffie flesh, ripping them apart - one by one they fall to her combined powers and greater strength.

Belle arrives to see the last of the Buffies.

Meg stands in a pile of torn-off limbs and lumps of meat, facing her tormentor. Kat's huge fist is brought down and Meg ducks to escape, but too late, Kat catches her a hard blow on the back. As she stumbles another blow smashes down on her, and Meg feels every bone in her body shatter. Another blow smashes her down into the road surface.

A giant foot thumps down and blood squirts out as Meg's muscle bound body is squashed flat like some human roadkill.

"Not easy" thinks Belle.

Belle circles wide over the blackened ruins of the once great city, and peering thru the gloom of the burning world, she lines up on WildKat. Belle grips her Claymore hard, her arms engorge with blood, her veins writhing under the skin like giant snakes as they pump it to her muscles. Deep breaths bring her pecs rising up hard like mountains of marble.

Kat turns her green eyes towards Belle, and her mouth slowly opens.

"Well girl, it's now, or it's never" Belle thinks.

Belle charges forward faster and faster through the air in her last attack against WildKat.

to be continued . . .

Flexin' & Kissin'

2011-06-07T07:37:00.000-07:00

Check out the size of that bicep my friend Taylor drew on me. It's a Mountain of Meg Muscle! He also made this great pic of me blowing a kiss. I love it!

You can see Taylor's artwork at femuscleintrainee.deviantart.com

Mavelicious Meg Morphs

2011-06-04T06:43:00.000-07:00

My little buddy Mav is at it again with some great morphs he did for me. I may complain about him always following me around, but as you can see I actually love it. Thanks again Mav for these awesome pics. XOXO

Twilight of the Buffies

2011-06-01T14:32:00.000-07:00

Edisode 1: WildKat's Revenge
Written by Belle

At the mansion, The Buffies are on 'red alert' as reports come in of seismic activity in the deep ocean, and predictions of a possible tsunami hitting the coast. Josh is in contact with the White House, and all the news channels are on. "There is a chance that there will not be a tsunami tho' " Josh is saying "but if there is, it could take 6 hours to reach here".

Evacuation of the city is proceeding with only minor problems, on the news channel a father in a seafront property is saying "my ancestors came here 6 generations ago, we are not leaving our home, I don't believe the news reports, we will stick it out here, this is our family house and we are never leaving, for no one", he says, cradling a golden haired little girl in his arms.

"Your first priority, ladies, when or if the tsunami hits, is people, not property, property can be rebuilt, but if there is anyone left behind we must save them. Looks like this family could be a problem" Josh says.

The Buffies sit and wait it out, waiting and waiting for the wave to hit, if it ever comes.

"This is beginning to do my head in", says Belle "I'm going to have a wander round this mansion and see what is what".

"OK don't be too long, this is driving us all crazy" says Meg.

Belle wanders up stairs and along long corridors, looking in rooms where the strangest equipment and machines bubble or whir, lightning flashes from electric poles and spheres, rooms with banks of video screens that seem to cover everywhere and everything on the entire planet, even an egg is under observation.

A room full of ancient weapons and armor - this is more like it thinks Belle, and wanders in - swords and weapons of ancient wars fill the room, siege engines, mortars, artillery rockets, until her gaze sees something familiar - "Now that is more like it, a Claymore" thinks Belle, "the ancient 2-sided war sword of my people".

Belle walks across and lifts it off the wall "Wow it is certainly large, one of the biggest I have seen, but I can lift it easily with one hand". Belle starts to work the sword, its huge size makes it swings faster and faster, becoming more powerful with the mass behind it. "Oops" says Bell as she unintentionally demolishes a suit of armor. "Better move to the corridor, more space there" she thinks.

As Bell swings and plays with the giant war sword, she does not see behind her the video screens all starting to show the same picture, waves breaking on the seafront and a familiar but unwelcome figure rising from the water, at least 100 feet high and covered in armored scales . . .

"Shit" everyone shouts together as the images come in "it's WildKat!"

"OK everyone, you know what we have to do, Meg get your girls together, get weapons, we have a fight on our hands!" shouts Josh.

The Buffies are already running for their equipment, they were ready for the tsunami but no one had thought of this. "We don't have time for Cuttiepie" shouts Meg "grab your stuff and let's head for the seafront. Gawd knows how she has survived, I feel this is going to be one of our toughest battles yet".

"Where the hell is Belle" asks Josh, "we don't have time for this - ok everyone go! go! go! - time is running out".

The Buffies run out of the mansion as tho' their life depends on it, which it probably does, and head for the seafront, vaulting over traffic stalled in the jams and knocking down anything which gets in their way - lamp post or high rise, it's all the same to them, pavements and roads crumble to dust under their feet as they run, they must get to Kat before she comes ashore.

Belle wanders back down the corridors of the mansion, past the rooms with their strange equipment, the video screens all showing the same image, to the room where all the Buffies were - "Hey girls look what I found . . . " she says, 'What the???!!! where is everyone?' she thinks. On the news channels, pictures of a giant dark figure, barely human, rising from the waters and approaching the seafront "Shit" thinks Belle.

The Buffies gather at the seafront behind a breakwater, and ready their weapons for the assault - Kat's path is going to take her right to the property where the family are holed up.

"What's that" asks Diana - in the far distance a small bright diamond of light shimmers, growing slowly larger as it approaches. "It's Belle, it must be, it's Belle" shouts Josh.

Heading straight for Kat, blonde hair blowing in the wind her honed body rippling with bulging muscle Belle grips her Claymore hard, the sun glinting off it, her arms engorged with blood, her veins writhing under the skin like giant snakes as they pump it to her muscles. Deep breaths bring her pecs rising up hard like mountains of marble.

"Girls, I guess Belle could do with a diversion, right now!" says Meg.

"Diana, move quick and get that family into their truck, we will take on Kat in a full-on assault to distract her" says Meg. "There is something different about Kat, apart from still being alive", says Meg "take care". "Something about her head" says Diana "she's like a Medusa or something".

As Diana runs for the property, the Buffies leap the breakwater and begin their assault - weapons of unimaginable power blast Kat with beams of energy and rockets with warheads just short of nuclear smash into her, grenade launchers throw bombs which explode harmlessly against her scales. Kat moves towards the Buffies, the assault barely hindering her.

For a moment the diversion works, then Kat sees the fast approaching Belle.

Kat turns her green eyes towards Belle, and her mouth slowly opens.

But no scream comes - instead a beam of green light engulfs Belle who feels all the Buffie power drain from her - Kat shakes her gorgon head and sends out fireballs which engulf Belle.

Weakened, Belle falls down into the street, making a crater where her musclebound body hits like a wrecking ball. Picking herself up, she tries to fly at the Kat, but finds she cannot lift herself in the air. Brushing the ashes that were her clothes off, Belle runs at Kat, intent on stopping her reach the home at all costs.

Kat swiftly changes direction and with a few giant strides she is at the home before the Buffies - a giant foot smashes down on the property flattening it and killing everyone inside.

"Shit this is going to take all our powers" says Meg. "OK girls, lets do this" and she leads the Buffies in an all out charge on Kat.

Kat sends fireballs that feel like solid iron smashing into the Buffies, and her mouth opens as she turns the beam on them.

The Buffies attack hard and many strong arms hit Wildkat, their bones creaking and muscles straining as the Buffies land blow after blow. Kat's beam drains the Buffies of their powers - their weapons cease to function - fireballs fly from her gorgon head engulfing the Buffies and blasting the city demolishing and setting fire to more buildings - for a moment screams fill the air as queuing traffic is burnt with the occupants still inside.

A squadron of jet fighters arrives overhead.

Kat turns her attentions on them - she brushes off their missiles easily, shakes her head and fireballs smash into the aircraft, soon every one of them is sent crashing down in flames into the city, starting more fires.

Weapons useless, Diana grabs the base of a skyscraper, her biceps bulge, her thighs and quads ripple and her huge pecs squeeze together as she strains to lift it - steel beams snap like twigs as she lifts the building over her head, and throws it like a giant javelin at Wildkat. The building would hit Kat square in her huge chest, but she moves deftly out of the way without looking as it flies harmlessly past.

A platoon of National Guard arrive on the scene, and open fire on Kat with machine guns. They pepper her body with fire to no effect - Kat throws a tantrum and her fireballs hit the platoon, burning them alive and turning them to cinders.

Belle charges at WildKat and brings the Claymore down hard but Kat steps aside - the blade slices thru steel-like plated skin and tendons, and Belle cuts off Kat's little toe. Black burning blood flows but the Kat just moves on. "Crap how did she know what I was going to do" thinks Belle.

Taking her chance, Diana rushes out and drags the barely alive Buffies to the cover of one of the burnt-out buildings. Josh joins them - looking at the recovering Buffies, their clothes burnt off, the sweat running in rivers over their bronzed bodies washing the dust and ash off and showing their ripped, toned bulging muscles and pounding chests, he wonders how long his girls can hold out. Something attracts Kat's attention, and she moves off across the ruins.

"That was tough" says Meg.

"I thought I had her, but she anticipated my action and moved aside" says Diana.

"I have been here before, in a dream" says Belle "I know what is happening". The Buffies look at her. "In my dream, I had it after the last encounter with WildKat, I dreamt I was the Kat and was chasing myself thru the ruins. I never told anyone, but now I know what it means. The Kat has become us!".

What!!!!! everyone screams.

"Are you sure" asks Meg.

"Yes, I think the beam has robbed us of our Buffie powers, the way she anticipated our moves suggests she can read our minds, or at least think like us" says Belle.

"This is very serious if it is true, it makes her a more formidable foe" says Josh.

"The Whale and the Tiger are extinct, why not us?" Belle asks.

"She does not seem to have any Buffie powers yet" says Meg.

"Maybe it's too much for her to take in, she does not know how to use them, yet" Belle says.

"If she learns to use your powers we are in serious trouble" Josh says.

"Imagine if she could fly, be invisible, shape shift like us - or like we could" says Diana.

"Well we still have our muscles and strength, that must count for something" Meg says.

"How do you fight yourself - if she thinks like us" asks Diana.

"You have no weapons we can use against her, and I can't kill her by cutting off one toe at a time - there must be something we can get?" asks Belle.

"There is something that might be used" Josh says.

"Well for gawds sake what" asks Meg.

"The Government gave us an 'object' a while ago, Object Rama, it was found in a cave in Afghanistan, they could do nothing with it so they thought we could help. It is supposed to contain great power, according to legend, but we have not been able to do anything with it either. It's stored in a shed on the disused airfield, Shed 9" says Josh.

"Bags I get it - anyway I am the only one left with a weapon" says Belle.

"OK" says Josh "let's get moving - Nic and I need to get to the nuclear power plant. Belle, you will have to follow the subway to the suburbs and then make your way over open ground."

A cold wind blows and black rain starts to fall as they leave cover and head off on their quests - Belle heads for the subway system and the Buffies for the power plant.

to be continued . . .

Gym Time

2011-05-30T06:39:00.001-07:00

Mav made another fabulous morph for me. I'm so glad to be plopped on the great body of Brigita. She's one of my favs!

Biceps a Flexin'

2011-05-07T07:06:00.000-07:00

Mav gives us really good close-ups of one of my favorite body parts. Crush em'

Megan Marvel

2011-05-03T08:08:00.000-07:00

Fire from the sky
falls fast to my side.
It fills me up
and makes me more.
Energy and light
turns to muscle and might.
With just a word

Just say it

Right was is wrong
or maybe not.
Have fun with the world
for who could say no.
The choice is mine
to save or destroy.
With just a word

Just say it

–Meg

Well, this may not be a new story but this new morph from Mav inspired me to start writing again. Hope ya like my little poem and Mav's great pic.

Hiding Out

2011-04-29T08:56:00.000-07:00

My own personal paparazzi Mav caught up with me recently. Just when I thought no one was looking, he found me and grabbed a couple shots :)

As fabulous as these are, they unfortunately aren't really me. Thanks Mav for letting me pretend.

XOXO Meg

Happy Easter

2011-04-24T07:33:00.000-07:00

Wow, is this really my first blog post in 2011? I've been super busy these past months and the blog has kinda fallen behind. There's been a lot of changes in my life, some wonderful... and some not so wonderful.

I wanted to write and say Happy Easter, and especially let everyone know how much you all mean to me. I may not write as much but I sincerely love you all.

XOXO Meg

Happy New Year

2010-12-31T13:45:00.000-08:00

Just a quick note to say Happy New Year everyone. I've had such a wonderful 2010 and know 2011 will be even better.

I'm off tonight to be naughty and get into trouble, lots of it. Maybe I'll see you around :)

Lottsa Luv,
Meg

Megan’s Day Off: Chapter 1

2010-12-27T07:14:00.000-08:00

My good buddy Sarge... I mean Jason wrote this super sexy story for me. Here's Chapter 1

By Jason

Megan pushed her glasses onto her face and tapped away at her keyboard willing herself through the first of four research papers that were due tomorrow. It was all still so new for her and trying to balance some semblance of a normal life and being the most powerful superhuman in the known universe had meant no time to herself. Megan was pretty sure there wasn't an instruction book on how to be an unstoppable eighteen year old college girl. The gifts she'd been given, the near infinite well of physical power she possessed, made it hard to find a negative, however. The young girl smiled recalling the effortless feats her body had performed over the last week, the punishment she could take and how wonderful it felt, and the unimaginable speed she could move and perceive with. She was capable of all that and more and the thought of it warmed her as she stretched out leaning back in her chair. Megan eyed her clock for the time watching the seconds tick by. It was dark out and her roommate was out enjoying college life, something else she had no time for.

“Ugh! Screw this!” The young brunette looked back at her laptop, making a decision, and grinned, “What good is being a supergirl if you can't have a good time?”

Megan pushed herself back from her desk and pulled her mid-baring tank top over her head dropping it to the floor. Her small, youthful breasts barely jiggled as she felt the familiar warmth of power at the tips of her nipples which soon adorned two DD-sized mounds. Surprised the change was coming so quickly, Megan slipped her tiny boy shorts down over her widening hips to her right ankle, now nearly filling the leg of the shorts, kicking them over head giggling with excitement.

“Whoa! I must have needed this! It's coming much faster than usual!” She sighed into the swell of power looking over at her thickening arms with pride. Her hands filled with her heavy, growing breasts and her bones tingled and stretched as she rose in stature passing six feet within seconds. As her tits jiggled and solidified into place, Megan could feel her diamond hard clitoris slip passed her soft, bare lips. Muscles twitched and popped under her tanned skin and her head rolled. Reaching seven feet in height, she sat upright allowing her spreading back some much needed room within the confines of the chair. Her soft, shiny chestnut hair spilled over her shoulders and Megan smiled satisfied, for now.

The amazon stood up looking herself over in her long mirror fingering one of her nipples admiring every move as her muscles danced and her power soared rushing to her flush, angelic face. Megan reached up flexing every supercharged muscle, her fingers now poking through the ceiling, “Oooo, I don't think I'll ever get tired of that. Oh-oops!”

She took her seat at her desk and, without much pause, her right hand became a blur over her keyboard as her left flipped through a stack of text books, her eyes taking in every word several pages a second, organizing theme into an outline of information to be typed out as coherent ideas. The image flickered on her special desktop- given to her as a gift for stopping a nuclear meltdown- as paragraphs scanned over the screen struggling to keep pace with Megan's one-handed typing. It wasn't long before it's simple PC brain had to play catch up.

“I know they meant well, but this laptop is slow!” She thought. Megan, waiting a short moment for it to catch up, pulled out her personal laptop, laid out her notebook, and a few writing utensils. “I guess I could work on next week's theoretical algebra project in between while it catches up...”

Her right hand took up the double duty of typing and writing page-long computations, the pages filling faster than the the word application on her computer, as she continued to flip through her text books faster moving between history, algebra, and computer science simultaneously. Her eyes darted about perceiving, absorbing, and relaying information effortlessly. With a knowing smile, still working diligently, Meg noted her curriculum papers and grabbed her workbooks.

“Hmm...with exams around the corner I could do those workbook assignments,” Meg mused opening one of them. She pulled over her roommates laptop, “might as well finish up that take home exam and computer science project, and the extra credit papers couldn't hurt...”

Megan happily busied herself adding to her workload, her entire upper body a blur of movement, wondering why she hadn't done this before, “No more all-nighters for, Megan! As a matter of fact, I don't even feel like I'm doing much...”

The blurring girl grinned glancing over the syllabus for all six of her classes in a quick instant memorizing her course load. Utilizing her entire desk space, twelve more books were stacked next to the three that she continued to read, three workbooks were opened as she began writing through those while completing her algebra assignments in four separate notebooks, different windows opened and closed as she typed and researched on all three computers. Megan could feel her head beginning to warm while synapses in her brain fired at an incredible rate and she calmly, effortlessly absorbed an influx of complex information effortlessly processing it into an entire semester of assignments.

Megan smiled confidently pulling her right hand away to place it on her hip leaving her left to take on the entire course load. She giggled very impressed with herself, “This is ridiculous. Am I so powerful? I don't even feel like I'm trying! Let's see how far I can push this...”

She set up her webcam to record the event on top of the monitor and patch it into her special laptop so she could watch everything while working. Her arm was beginning to glow slightly and the completed assignments were either saved or pushed aside in a neat pile in quick succession. With her right she laid out both her Xbox and PS3 controllers and started them up with Gears of War in one and Call of Duty in the other, set the game to their highest difficulty, and played both flawlessly with her right hand. Her mind worked out strategies and worked through a semester of six different subjects of schoolwork and Megan smiled with amusement knowing this was only small fraction of her capability. Between load screens she played a puzzle game on her phone and read through her reading assignments so she could write reports on those as well. Her eyes began to glow giving only a glimpse of the massive amount of activity happening in her head and she noticed it on the camera feed. Megan giggled excitedly, delighting in the ease of her superhuman feat.

“Wow, I can't even feel this. Ooo...look at me!” Megan laughed, her body an almost invisible blur of flesh from the waist up, “Go, girl go! Ohhh...this is making so hot!”

Instantly she felt her hands touching her in all the right places. Her finger vibrated against her clit like a tiny jackhammer while she massaged her breasts and fingered her nipples. Megan stole a glance at her clock again, the second hand moving like the minute hand. She kept it up, never slowing down, as with each finished assignment, every finished level, her arousal soared. Megan giggled deciding to make a game of it climaxing as many times as she could while she worked and played. Just under five minutes minutes passed before she panted for breath through her release and sent all eight papers to the printer and put everything away in a quick instant.

“AUUUGHHHhhhh...FUCK! Whooo, that was fun! What a rush! Ugh, and I'm still so horny. Get it together, Meg!”

“Let's see, 17 books, eight ten-plus page research papers, four workbooks, four full notebooks of theoretical algebra, an eight page take home exam, and nine extra credit assignments, all of it checked through twice,” Megan happily numbered them off in her head her eyes finally beginning to dim, “12 reading assignments and their one page reports. All while playing two shooters, four flawless levels of Bejeweled, and got off at least a hundred or more awesome times, all in under five minutes?! They keep calling me a goddess, and to be honest, I beginning to feel like it.”

An errant shudder rushed up her spine jiggling her sensitive nipples. Megan instantly went hypersonic rumbling through another unexpected aftershock, “OooooOOHHH- WHOA! A very naughty goddess!”

Megan glistened, her skin moist, as a haze of steam wafted from her skin. Through sleepy eyes she watched herself in the mirror, her muscles warm and pumped, as she rose from her desk fixing her wild mane more out of habit than necessity. She willed her body to harden listening to the stressed, stretching steel of her own perfect skin as her breasts tightened and and perked on her chest. Megan bit her lip hearing her body creak and groan becoming more dense and heavy. The floor creaked beneath her, still managing to hold her building weight.

“Who's a girl of steel?” Megan flexed her right arm cuddling the massive muscle to her cheek. Her left fingers attempted to massage her breast only to be resigned to rubbing over it's hardened surface. She sighed, her warm breath lingering over her bicep, “I am.”

A Very Meggy Christmas

2010-12-22T06:52:00.000-08:00

I want to wish all of my friends a Super Merry Christmas and an Awesome New Year! I've had such a great time this past year and had a lot of fun with all of you. All my best for 2011!!

Thanks to Mav for this super-buff, snow bunny, Santa elf morph of me. Who's got the Mistletoe?

Kiss, Kiss
Meg

Miss Ultra Universe

2010-12-21T17:57:00.000-08:00

Here's a new story from Belle with a little help from Cele.
I'm glad some of us Buffies have been writing lately (Bad Meg, Bad Meg)

'From all across the multiverse, the mega-goddesses gathered once again for the Miss Ultra-Universe Contest. It was held every billion years to determine who was simply the most massive, most powerful, and most ravishing ultra-goddess in existence. Thousands of women of all sizes and levels of musculature poured into the mega-dimensional building, all the super strong women from the multiverses are here - Annie Huge, Average Woman, Static Girl, Tetsi Fli, The Shulk, Quadra Six Pack, and Princess Death from Planet Oblivion is here, all heavy lifters and working their massive bodies to the max. They range from a few million light years tall to several billion light years tall. They are all working out in the trillion light year pump room when the doors swing open and the sculpted mass of bronzed titanic muscle known as Mega Goddess Belle walks in.

 It was clear she had spent the last billion years working hard on her physique after placing second in the last competition. It looked like she had enough muscle to equal the muscle of the thousands of other competitors put together. Even the previous champion, Princess Death, only now came up to Belle's waist. Looking down at the previous champion, Belle flexed her colossal right bicep and watched as the perfect split peak rose to attention criss-crossed by a network of thick veins pulsing with white-hot plasma-the stuff of stars.  

"Hey little girl. It looks like my arm has more muscle in it than your entire body. You should have worked harder. Just wait'll you see me with a good pump."

 With casual ease, she brushed by the seemingly tiny Mega Goddess and entered the pump room. Each step of Belle sent shockwaves through the building, caused her thighs to surge and swell with power, and saw her calves explode outward with inconceivable power.  Belle walks up to the cables moving the setting from 1 megaverse to 100 megaverses and giggled out loud, "Who was the little girl warming up with one megaverse? I like to use 100 reps at 100 megaverses just to warm up my biceps."

 "But, this is impossible," the seemingly tiny mega-goddess stammered, "I worked even harder than I did for the last competition. I'm more ripped than ever. I added twenty billion light years to my stature!"

 "Ha, you're so cute like that. I added one hundred billion light years in stature, increased my muscle volume fifty times over, and increased my muscle density by over a million times. I'm a super-pumped mega-muscular ultra-goddess Fifty million times stronger than I was last time. Just wait'll you see me with a good pump. It's mind-blowing! I just hope this little gym has enough weight to satisfy me. These muscles love pumping the big weights. I mean, all the mass in all the universes in existence can't even begin to quench my muscles need for pump."  As she warms up the weights seem lighter and lighter, and no matter how many universes she puts on, she finds it becoming too easy.

  Belle moves to a bench to try tricep dips, she might get some more resistance just using her own weight. This proves a bit better, and her triceps swell and her arms are almost as big as her thighs now, but Belle decides she is not getting anything like a good pump with the small weights they have, and goes outside. The building shines and glitters in the light from the multiple galaxies, and is built to look like a stack of weights, going up in decreasing sizes. There must be about a million floors, and the bottom 'plate' of this huge construction is at least 100 trillion light years across.  

This gives Belle an idea, she bends down and gets a finger hold under the edge of the bottom floor. With huge effort she strains to lift the megalithic structure. There is the sound of snapping girders and earthquakes shatter the mega-dimensional planet the foundations are rooted in. Her muscles strain and bulge as she lifts the building. Massive veins infused with solar plasma swell all over her ultra-powerful body. Now at last she will get a good workout!  Holding the building by one edge, and ignoring the sound of people and weights falling about inside, she begins free weight squats. At the first squatting she finds the weight almost unbearable, but as she straightens her legs, keeping her abs tight and chest high, she manages it without locking her knees. After the tenth squat, she is beginning to enjoy it, and the building feels much lighter. Thick masses of striated muscle bulge in every direction and surge ever more massive with each rep until at last her gargantuan layers of rippling exotic muscle surge against each other.

The feeling of her muscles rubbing against her womanhood sends shivers through her massive erotic body. Sweating heavily, her sweat and juices run down her pulsating muscles, lubricating as her legs crash together like continents. Better try something else now she thinks, my thighs are so huge, any bigger and I will not be able to walk!

 Changing her stance, Belle starts to do overhead dumbbell presses, slowly lifting the building up and down. Each titanic rep causes the exercise to become much easier, causes her shoulders, biceps, and triceps to swell with inhuman might, causes the muscles to split and separate into masses of ultra-feminine power. She breathes deep letting her chest swell in and out. As she goes past the hundred rep mark, her shoulder muscles explode to twice their size in deeply grooved striated masses covered in huge thick veins pumping nutrients to swollen masses of muscle. With one more deep breath, her bikini top bursts and is fired out into space.

Giggling, the ultra-goddess muses out loud, "I didn't need that anyway. Now I wonder how I'm going to get my tiny little bikini bottom off now that my legs are so incredibly massive?"

Casually dropping the ultra-massive building, Mega-goddess Belle drew her massive arms in front of her and thrust her luscious hips backward while flexing down hard. Every muscle in her body exploded outward with colossal force. Huge veins snaked across her body rising to their full glorious prominence. Her massive traps surged up threatening to engulf her ears as her massive biceps fought for space with her mountainous breasts. Each of her twin glutes surged into massive striated mounds of perfection and squeezed the tiny fabric caught between them and pushed it to the breaking point. The fabric stretched and strained over her swollen clitoris sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her mega-titanic body.

Relaxing her flex, Belle licked her lips and prepared for another herculean effort. Again she threw her body into a crab flex with everything she had. Her muscles responded like never before surging to new heights of definition and size. Sweat rolled off her titanic body, down the crevices between her muscles, and along the groves of her veins. Every striation of every muscle in her body rose to magnificent prominence and then finally, at last, the tiny constraining bikini bottom snapped and fell to the ground.

Now that's much better she thinks, I will try one handed overhead presses now. As she raises and lowers the building with one hand, her bicep builds peaks on peaks and as it brushes her face she kisses on it and thinks "These babies are going to win me the title this time!" Her triceps bulge into huge horseshoes of rippling striated muscle as she continues to overhead press, first one hand, then the other. She loses count of how many she has done as the weight of the building seems to get lighter and lighter each time and she dreams of what she will do with the other contestants when she is the supreme goddess of all the entire universes.

 She is woken from her daydreams by a voice calling her. It is the Boy Wonder, hanging out of the front door of the building "For gawds sake Belle," he says, "put us down. The other contestants have conceded defeat. None are as strong as you; you are the new Miss Ultra-Universe!"

"What," thinks Belle, "it was that easy? And I had so many more muscles to exercise as well. What a bunch of wimps." She flicks her fingers and the building clangs onto the ground. "Oops, should not drop heavy weights on the floor," she giggles.

 She enters the building, and the other contestants are helping Boy Wonder to carry the trophy to her. Tho' it is only the size of a medium planet, it is made from super heavy metals, and a mere superhero like Boy Wonder could not carry it. As Belle receives the trophy, she thinks how light it feels in her hand while the other ladies are lying on the floor recovering from carrying it. The previous winner, Princess Death, looks on with envy.

"Now that I am the Ultimate Goddess of all the entire Universes, you will ALL do my bidding from now on," she tells them.

"Yes Great Goddess Belle," they all reply.

"First then," she says, "I see from the bulge in your pants, Boy Wonder, that you like what I have become. Drop your pants and let us get to it!"

"YES MA'AM," he shouts as his giant man sausage bursts forth.

"In fact" says Belle "you can ALL join in the fun - I insist. It's my birthday, no harm can come to you."

"Yes Great Goddess Belle," they all reply, even Princess Death kneels down before her.'

THE END

So remember, children, we are ALL made from star stuff - we can all be heroes, and we don't need magic to help us.

*hugs* from Belle

Super Meg

2010-12-21T17:52:00.000-08:00

Here's another great cartoon created for me by Taylorandtoons. I just love when people send me stuff, even if it takes me a while to get them up. Thanks so much Taylor

Luv ya,
Meg

Super Meg by ~TaylorandToons on deviant ART

Mavelicious Morphs of Me

2010-12-01T18:40:00.001-08:00

I know, I know, it's been a while since I've blogged anything. I hope these amazing new morphs from Mav keep ya going.

Luv ya, Meg

High School Reunion

2010-11-01T06:44:00.000-07:00

I love fan stories and just got a great one from Michael. If you like it, I'm sure he'll work up a continuation. XOXO Meg

Written by Michael Bradshaw

as i stood there watching the double doors close behind them i reminded myself again why i came to the reunion. i knew why and it was that reason that i clung to as i watched with no amount of resurfaced fear the foursome that made my high school life a misery. dereck glass, jason kane, monica beauregard and sally days. the four beautiful people. the four that for four years ripped on me on a dailey basis. wedgies, pants-ings, and even one broken arm. i felt an old tremble i hadnt felt for years as they moved away from the doors, knowing they would spot me within moments.

"be calm" i whispered to myself. "you know why you came here". indeed i did know. it wasnt to have a walk down nightmare street with those four. it was to see her. it was to see meg. meg like myself was a nerd in high school. and i guess it was that that brought us together back then. we made a good pair. me; five foot eight, maybe a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet. and meg; five foot five, flat chested, and big thick glasses. that was the two of us ten years ago. two losers. but two losers that were inseperable. we both endured together. all the beatings, all the humiliations, everything. she was my best friend. . . my only friend. and it was like that from grade seven till grade eleven. until the worst day of my life. the day her family moved to toronto, canada. it was there that i realised i made the worst mistake of my life. i never told meg i had a crush on her. i was too afraid of the possible aweful consequences to think of any good that may come of it. but no more. thats why i came tonight. tonight i tell meg exactly what i should have told her ten years ago.

i ran a hand over my shaved head in anticipation. where was she. . . was she even coming tonight. but before i could send myself into panic attack mode, a voice i hadnt heard in ten years surfaced. and nit was a voice i hadnt missed.

"hey look guys. it's michael muscle-less" dereck glass. just as i remembered him. tall, at least six foot. big, wide shoulders and still sporting that smug "im so much bigger and stronger then you" smile on his face. i felt my face turn red as his cohorts all laughed.

"hi michael" monica laughed cruelly. 'it's been so long. you still long. you still look like a dork though"after ten years their insults still stung. i looked around, hopefully to see someone else that might be able to break up this spectacle. but no. the community hall remained empty. as it had been until i got here and waited all alone. well this was great. all alone with the four people that made my life misery.

several times i tried to speak, but my mouth was dry. i couldnt muster any words. nothing at all that might defuse the situation. i felt my hands shake as they continued their cruel taunts. i tried to slowly inch my way to the door. maybe slip out. but no. and that only seemed to inspire them.

"give him a wedgie!" jason kane cried with great delight. roughly they grabbed me and took hold of my underwear. wonderful. a twenty seven year old getting a wedgie. the world seemed to blur. all i could do was hear their cruel laughter and feel my underwear riding higher then should be legal. but then all of a sudden the double doors slammed their way open and a loud, commanding voice bellowed;

"STOP!" and thats what happened. the wedgie was dropped and we all lin a stunned silence turned to the owner of that voice. and it was their that my world changed. standing their in the open doorway was the biggest, most massively muscled woman i had ever seen. she had to be at least seven foot tall. her biceps were as big as basketballs. her legs corded with huge thick muscles. and her breasts. i had never seen breasts so enormous before. if her biceps were the size of basketballs, these had to be at least twice as big again! her purple tank top was stretched to what had to be breaking point to contain them. even so i could still see her big, thick nipples sticking out at least three inches.

she marched forward in silence matching our own. it was then as she got closer that an i realised something;

"MEG!" i cried out in shock. yes it was meg. no glasses, but that was definately her. how could this be? how could she have gotten so big?

"hi everybody" she said sweetly as though nothing was out of the ordinary. nobody said anything. if i was stunned then the other four looked as though they were going to pass out. "nice to see everyone"meg continued. "oh and by the way in case you were wondering where everyone is, well they are not coming. you see i set this little reunion up just for us. because the most fun thing about a reunion is seeing how much everyone has changed. . . and i do prefer small crowds. " i had to admit i was a little afraid. never had i seen anyone so huge. male or female. i took a tentative step back as the others stood glued to the spot. as i stood there wondering what was going to happen, meg shot me a small wink.

"sally days" meg smiled down at the pretty blond who now looked like a frightened rabbitt. "so good to see you again. you know sally i never did forget what you used to call me. nowe what was it?" sally quivered in obvious fright. "oh thats right. "meg said pretending to remember. "you used to call me flatso. isnt that right. "sally couldnt even stammer a response. "well look at me now. "meg said, inhaling to make her already enormous breasts seem to grow even bigger. "not bad 'eh. and look at you" to be fair, sallys chest was a very nice "c" cup. but compared to meg, it was like comparing a speed bump to mount everest. "still think im flatso?" when sally just stared wide eyed meg laughed again and lifted one of her huge boobs. her hand looked so tiny on it.

"im not going to drag this out and do all the things to you that you deserve. because im not like you. even though i could rip the four of you into little pieces without even breaking a sweat. "i could see meg meant that. she was obviously enjoying watching the four of them squirm but she seemed to find no more joy in it then that. . . but still. meg then, with speed i didnt know anyone had, spun both jason and dereck around, grabbed the back of their underwear and lifted them clean into the air in what was the most insane wedgie i had ever seen. the pair squirmed like worms on hooks as meg roared with laughter. their females companions squieled and shrieked in fear, begging meg to let them go. finally though meg, at last, had had enough.

"ok, now beat it. "with a quick flick of her wrists, meg literally threw the two "bullies" across the room as if they were no more then rag dolls. they flew so fast that their screams were faded before you realised they were there. their two girlfriends quickly sprinted after them and with what was an obvious burst of adrenalin, lifted their boyfriends off the floor and hustled them out of the hall. that was the last time i ever saw any of them.

"hello michael" meg smiled almost shyly.

"meg, what has happened to you?" i stammer. "you. . you. . your. . "

"huge" meg laughed, again almost shyly. "i have had a few changes over the last few years. "

"so i can see"

"but the one thing that never changed was how i felt about you. "my heart began to beat faster. "in high school you were my only friend. the only one who was kind to me. you were the only one who saw me for who i am. "meg's voice quivered and almost seemed as though she were about to cry. but steadying herself she went on. "i always had a crush on you and i knew you had a crush on me. and i hated myself for not saying anything before i moved away. thats why i set up this reunion. to see you. and to give you a gift. "

"what gift?" i asked with a little confusion.

"come here to me"meg invited with a smile. slowly i walked to her. curiousnous and excitment building within me. "here"she whispered, flexing her incomprehensible biceps. "feel them. touch my huge muscles". my cock sprang to attention and eagerly ran my hands over those rock solid mountains. i could feel and hear the fabric of her sleeves straining to hold together. "touch me. "meg whispered. "all over. i want you to feel my huge body. feel my strength. "slowly i slid my hands down from her biceps to her steel plated stomach. feeling the bumps and valleys of her insanley strong abs. meg slowly flexed them and they sprang to life, becoming harder and more defined then i thought possible. from there i tentively lowered myself and began to rub her huge thighs. the muscle was so big and hard, i could not get BOTH hands all the way around.

"hey, watch this" meg whispered interupting my longing gaze at her massive legs. i let go of her thigh and watched as i was told to. meg began to slowly flex her leg muscles. to my amazment the denim jeans she was wearing began to stretch and whine painfully as her monstorously huge muscle expanded. the seams on her keans began to split. i held my breath as i watch the tight seams begin to split along the length of her pants legs, revealing her bare skin beneath. meg seemed to be doing this deliberately slowly, because as i looked up with a look of absolute shock on my face, she winked at me and with a sudden hard flex, her jeans literally explode. my breath, which i had still been holding came out in a loud whoosh as i gaped in awe at her now naked lower body. her legs were indeed beyond enormous. the muscles bunched so tightly it was beyond comprehension. i let my eyes feast as they wandered her muscular ranges. traveling up one leg, down the other until they settles on megs shaved, and glistening wet vagina. meg noticed my stare had stopped there and let out a giggle.

"do you like?" she asked in a teasing voice. i couldnt speak. i could barely get out a nod. meg smiled a sweet, sexy smile.

"good. then come here"still crouched on the floor, i stumbled forward towards meg who immediately took her hand and placed it on the back of my head and shoved my face into her dripping wet pussy. although stunned at first, i needed no second invitation and eagerly began licking away at her hot slit. i could hear meg moan in content as my tongue probed about, tasting her sweet nectur which flowed into my mouth. i found her large, swollen clit and began to suck away. her clit was big. at least 3 inches and coated with her sweet juices. i wraopped my hands around to her bowling ball arse and gripped it tight, trying to shove my face deeper into her huge pussy.

meg staggered on her feet. her moans betraying how much she was enjoying this. leaning over she picked me up under my arms, and nursing me like a small child, planted a deep kiss on my lips.

"you like that dont you" she whispered. "if you think thats good, then have a go at these. "with that meg grabbed the neck of her tank top and tore it open, letting her monstorous boobs spill out. i nearly passed out. i simply coiuld not believe how huge they were. huge was an understatement. each one was three times the size of my head, with huge aereolas and big thick nipples. "come on little man, suck"meg urged. "suck my big 'ol titties"

meg pressed her big nipple to my mouth which i eagerly latched on to. meg let out a loud moan of ecstasy as i sucked as hard as i could.

"yes. yeeeeeessssssss" meg cried loudly. "suck my tits. drink my milk and make me cum" no sooner had meg said that then a warm stream of creamy milk invaded my mouth. it was so divine i coulnt even think straight as i sucked even harder trying to swallow as much as i could. harder and harder i sucked. and as i did i began to feel what at first i thought was an earthquake. but soon realised it was meg. her body was shaking violently and her breathing was becoming rapid. i could hear the cum dripping from her pussy. slowly at first, sounding like rain drops on the floor. then the drops became a torrent as more and more cum gushed from megs huge pussy.

"fuck me little man" meg moaned suddely laying herself down on the floor. "fuck me now" i crawled up onto megs giant body and slid my dick into her cavernous snatch. her big pussy quickly gobble up my 7 inch cock as i began thrusting away, slamming into her with everything i had. meg moaned louder as i reached up and grabbed her humungous boobs and pinced her thumb thick nipples. i could feel megs pussy muscles clench on me, so strong she could no doubt trap me in her pussy if she wanted to. finally i could hold back no more. the heat of her cum combined with the strength of her pussy caused my cock to blow and shoot my cum harder then ever before deep into megs heavenly pussy. i screamed aloud in pleasure as seconds later megs pussy contracted and with a scream three times louder then mine came. meg came so hard and with so much force, the only thing taht stopped me being thrown across the room was megs big, muscular arms holding me tight. meg moaned in delight as i slid down to her pussy and happily began lapping up her cum as it ran from her burning hot snatch. it was heaven. sweet ambrosia. meg squieled with delight as i sucked the last drops off her big, swollen clit.

"well well well" she giggled as i looked up at her with a big smile. "that was fun"

so many things swirled in my head. so many things to say, but one thing came first and it was something that had weighed on my head from the moment meg reentered my life.

"how?" i asked. "how did you get so big and strong? i have to know"meg smiled a dreamy smile and sat up.

"well let me tell you a story. . . "

2010-09-27T19:22:00.000-07:00

Hiya everyone and sorry I haven't written much lately. I'm still around and trying to think of new ways that we can have fun together here on the blog. Unfortunately I've been kinda busy and have a mental block for new stories.

Write in anything you want, even if its just to say hi. Would love to hear from ya.

Lottsa luv, Meg

Meg Toon

2010-09-19T18:43:00.000-07:00

I always love it when you guys make pictures for me. I get all tingly inside. My new friend Taylor sent me this awesome cartoon and I love it!! That's one big bicep and a great six-pack.

Check out more of Taylor's Toons at DeviantArt.

Nappy Time

2010-09-04T13:17:00.000-07:00

It's a nice long holiday weekend and I'm looking to relax a little. Here's some great morphs from Mav so you can pretend you're with me. Not sure the bed is big enough for the both of us :)

Happy Labor Day,
XOXO Meg

2010-08-20T13:41:00.000-07:00

I'm feeling soooo lazy today! I just wanna go home, open a bottle o' Zin and watch my shows.

Have a great weekend... luv ya,
Meg

Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'

2010-08-08T09:01:00.000-07:00

Here's a collaborative story with my new friend Tom. Comments are welcome from everyone but won't be part of the story. We hope you enjoy. XOXO Meg

It's a sunny weekday afternoon as Tom cautiously walks into Angelo's. He's cautious everywhere he goes, just in case he touches someone. You see, Tom has a "special gift" that manifested early in life.

He considers it a curse and still has nightmares about that first time he discovered he was different. It's a constant reminder and is always careful, although he's learned to somewhat control this mysterious ability.

The old looking gym is deserted, just like he hoped. He knows to come at the slowest time and already in his workout clothes. Can't take a chance of bumping into someone in the locker room. He takes the station at his usual secluded corner and looses himself in a heavy workout.

The door swings open as Meg walks in. Tom is immediately drawn to her. Her beauty and physique are amazing but there's something else about her that makes his heart jump. Her energy? Her spirit? Tom can't quite place why he feels this way. He has dated before but this curse has always gotten in the way. The mental control is exhausting and has to make an excuse before the good night kiss or a simple caress. How he wishes to just wake up next to someone in his arms.

"My Megan," Angelo greets the young brunette with the exuberance he would his own daughter. "You no working today?"

She drops her gym bag and gives him a hug. "The boss is gone and I need ME time. Besides these muscles won't build themselves!" Tom smirks from the corner. The idea of muscles on women has always thrilled him. Raw power on a feminine frame, like a well-oiled machine. It's another of his deepest desires.

Meg makes her way to a bench and carefully adds more weight to the bar. Its more than Tom thinks she can handle and can't take his eyes off her as he stops his workout. She glances over to see him in the corner and flashes a wink and a smile. His heart flutters. Meg lays back, plants her hands into position and begins breathing deep in preparation. With a swift upward motion, she raises the bar then slowly brings it down.

The bar begins to rise back up as Meg puts all her might into the heavy weight. It's not enough and Tom can tell. She's going to loose it.

Tom races to help, forgetting all his caution and training about not getting involved. As the weight begins to crash down on the young brunette, she looks up to see the handsome man from the corner grab the bar and help it to its rest.

"I was hoping you'd spot me," Meg says trying to play down the fact she nearly lost it. She takes a deep breath, gives him another wink and goes for a second try. Concentrate Tom, he thinks to himself. You can control it.

She grabs his hands and puts them over hers as she begins to lift the heavy weight again. Her touch is so soft as he looks down upon her. Her tight, thin body with a light glisten of sweat. Her flowing hair and face like an angel.

Meg raises the bar and feels an electricity begin to surround her. Her innermost desire is to be strong... and that's just what it feels like. She feels Strong! She lowers the bar and begins to lift up again, much easier than before. Near the top she begins to struggle but a new flow of strength enters her.

Back down and and up again as each rep gets easier. Tom looks on in deep concentration, trying to curtail his special touch but with little success at this point.

"What the hell!" Meg says as she puts the bar to rest after 15 successful reps. Her arms and chest look bigger and she feels supercharged, like she could take on the world. Tom knows what comes usually next and quickly leaves.

"Give me more of that," she says but looks around and no one is there. Something magical just happened. All her years of working out, Meg has never felt anything so powerful or had that much gain in just one set. The front door of Angelo's flies open and she sees him run out.

"Oh no you don't." Meg races out after him. >>

Closer

2010-08-02T19:17:00.001-07:00

Come on in a little closer. I won't hurt ya... much :) Thanks to the Marvelous Mav for these scrumptious closeup morphs.

XOXO Meg

2010-07-17T14:41:00.001-07:00

Wow, I can't believe it's been over 2 whole weeks since I posted anything. Sure, some comments her and there but nothing major.

Been busy lately with work and play. It's so hard to stay inside and sit in front of a computer when it's so gorgeous out. Hope you forgive me and I plan on having new stuff for all of you soon.

kiss kiss, Meg

All American Meg

2010-07-02T11:11:00.000-07:00

Just in time for the 4th of July, Mav has created these awesome morphs showing me wearing the Stars & Stripes (granted, not much of it). Get a load of my "Bombs bursting in air." :)

Happy 4th of July to all my American friends,
XOXO Meg

The Pleasure Genie

2010-06-30T08:14:00.000-07:00

Written by Celia Thorne
From my Deepest Desires post came a new friend Celia. She contributed this great story and I'm happy to post it in it's entirety.

I sat alone in a bar, drinking happily. I happened to see a beautiful young lady sitting across the room. She had some muscles on her too. I saw her smiling at me. I got up from my stool and walked to her while swaying my hips. I sat next to her and introduce myself. "Hi. I'm Celia."

"I'm Megan."

She didn't seem to me sliding my arm up and down her muscular thigh. "You like working out?"

"I like being big. I just wish I didn't need to strain myself so much."

"What if I told you you didn't?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want to become the biggest?"

"Yes. I want to become the world's strongest!"

I smiled. "Kiss me then."

Her eyes opened with shock. "What?"

"What's wrong? Never been with a woman?"

"Well... I..."

"Kiss me," I repeated.

Megan closed her eyes. I saw her lips parting. I brought mine to hers and we both groaned from the contact. I pulled back and opened my eyes. She opened hers and looked down in surprise. "My clothes feel a little tighter! What is this?" She then knew what had happened. She flexed her arm to see a nice bulge. "I got a little bigger! This is great!" She leaned forward for another kiss.

I stopped her and grinned. "Uh-uh. That was a sample. If you want to grow bigger beyond youd your dreams, come to my house." I left a piece of paper with my address in her hand and walked out of the bar while she looked at me in shock.

"Who was that girl?" Megan looked at the paper. "Should I?"

______________________________

I was asleep in my room when the door bell rang. I grinned and got out of bed, wearing only a green robe. Only one person would be at my door at this hour. "She must be desperate for a new body. I should give her what she wants." I opened the bedroom door and calmly walked down the stairs of the hallway. I reached the front door and opened it, halted by the chain lock. "Hello again. You do know it's 1 a.m., right?"

Megan stood on my porch wearing her silk pajamas. I could tell by the look on her face that she had not gotten much sleep. "Uh, hi, Celia. I'm sorry. I was thinking about it and I want you to make me into the biggest hunkiest woman on the planet. I was going to wait until morning-"

"It is morning," I reminded her.

"Oh. Right. Well, I was going to wait until dawn, but I couldn't get an ounce of sleep! I'm too anxious! I ran here as fast as I could. I didn't even take the time to make myself presentable! Please, make me big and beefy! I want a body of pure muscle!"

I giggled at her request. I briefly closed the door and unhinged the chain lock. I then opened the door with a smile. "Come in, Megan." She stepped inside my house and I closed the door. "Have a seat." She sat on the sofa and I turned on the light. I sat in the chair across from her and allowed my robe to fall open, revealing my dark-skinned body to her. I saw her looking at my breasts as if she were in a trance. "Megan? You're drooling."

Hearing my voice snapped her out of it. "Oh! Sorry. I just... You're hot!"

"Why thank you." I stood and dropped my robe to the floor. My perfectly straight jet black hair fell to my hips. I came closer to her and rubbed my breasts againts her shoulder. "Would you like to know how I was able to make you bigger?"

She grabbed my head with temptation. "Tell me later. I need to grow!" She brought me to her and we both were making out madly on the couch. Almost immediately we both noticed that her muscles were becoming much harder and much more massive. One of the buttons on her pajamas popped off and shattered my mirror. More buttons popped and it wasn't long before we heard fabric tearing. We were both moaning from the pleasure we felt. She grew and grew and grew.

After three minutes of making out I pulled away. "That's enough for now." Megan seemed disappointed. "Come with me." She followed me into the bathroom. Heavy footsteps were made as she walked with her new body. Her ruined pajamas were nothing more than strips of cloth which failed to hide her enormous body. I brought out a scale and set it on the floor. "How much did you weigh yesterday?"

"Ummm. About 185."

"Well, let's see how much you gained."

Megan stepped on the scale and watched as it shook. "Oh my God! 225! I gained fourty pounds in three minutes?" She looked in my bathroom mirror. "I... I..." She didn't recognize herself. She looked at her virtually naked reflection in amazement. She tore off whatever was left of her clothes to get a full view. She had a solid six pack, each ab was a solid ball of pure muscle. She flexed her arm to see biceps the size of a basketball. She put a hand to her butt, it was round and felt like steel. She had twin solid pecs with nipples that were larger than life. "Hey! What happened to my boobs?"

I laughed. "You did say you wanted to have a body of pure muscle."

"Okay, just who are you?" she demanded.

"Hehe. I have this unique power. Whenever share pleasure with another person, I can grant that person whatever they desire. Think of me as a... pleasure genie."

"Pleasure genie?"

"Yes. And once I've given that person what they want, I can't change it, but I can improve what I gave them. And if you gained fourty pounds from three minutes of making out..." I closed my eyes and focused hard. I felt my body grow and my muscles swell. Power pumped into me and I opened my eyes again. I was now ripped with muscle, but not as much as Megan. "Imagine how much you will gain from hours and hours in in bed with me!"

I saw her eyes light up...

The bed was destroyed the moment we jumped onto it. Megan had her bed the wall while I moved my head to the lower parts of her body. I found her 'other lips' and licked them gently. I could hear her moaning as her wet juices spilled out of her. She moved her garantuan hand and began fingering me. I could feel her growing larger. Her whole body was burning hot. I watched her lift her free arm to flex it. It grew larger before our very eyes. It went from the size of a basketball to the size of a bowling ball to the size of a water melon! "Oh, fuck yes! Larger!" She growed larger and larger. I had to grow with her in order ro keep up. Ten minutes passed and we were both eating each other out madly, recycling the juices. My own muscles were a sight to behold as well. We grew and grew and grew and grew and grew. Time was lost to us. We felt our heads pressed againt the wall, and our feet against the other. We still grew. The walls crumbled and we fell through the floor, still growing...

...And growing...

...And growing...

...We were becoming stronger...

...and stronger...

Noon came. My work was done. I shrank back to my normal size and sat on Megan's naked nipple, resting against the erect tip. I was completely covered in her cum. Megan was sleeping on the hard sunken ground. She was as wide as she was tall, and she was TALL! From head to two, she was about as long as Manhattan Island. The entire city of Buckland was buried underneath her. Her arms were far too massive to keep at her sides. Her pecs and her traps were so large that her enormous neck was impossible to see. Each pec was as large as a small town. Every breath she took caused her chest to raise a mile off the ground. Each ab on her ten-pack was the size of my house (pretty big). Her pussy was so tight that not even a flea could get inside. Above it was a literal forest of pubic hair. Each ass cheek left a crater in the earth. The only thing that didn't change size was her head, which looked weird on this massive body. I reached inside of my own snatch and pulled out my cum-covered cell phone. I dialed a number and waited. "Hello, can I speak with Mr. Norris? Yes I'll hold." Two minutes passed. "Chuck? It's Thorne. Yep. Got another one. Buckland, Alaska. Yeah. Good then. And where do I pick up the money? Good. I think you'll be interested in this one. It looks like you'l need at least TWO roundhouse kicks before she's down. You're right, I'm being crazy. Chao." I hung up the phone and walked across her massive chest. I looked down at her regular-sized head and kissed her on the lips. "You were fun, trophy." I walked off to the next dead-drop (assignment point) naked.

Meg Morphs from Mav

2010-06-25T20:23:00.000-07:00

Mav is so great to continually send me new fantastic morphs. I love them soooo much and can't thank you enough.

Big hugs and kisses, Meg

Deepest Desires

2010-06-21T18:12:00.001-07:00

What are your deepest desires, the ones you're afraid to let anyone know? Do you feel it's too kinky to talk about?

I assume if you're reading this blog then it has something to do with muscular women, or me or something else entirely. Do you fantasize about women growing big and powerful beyond your wildest dreams. Am I the destroyer or your savior? Are you watching me... or are you inside me? Am I dominating you? Are you worshiping me?

Write in and tell me your fantasies. Let's explore them together.

XOXO Meg

Chillin' with me

2010-06-12T07:00:00.000-07:00

Been feeling really blah lately so thought I'd share some this awesome morph from Mav. Come on and snuggle close to me, let's relax together.

I feel better already,
kiss kiss, Meg

M.E.G.

2010-06-02T12:23:00.000-07:00

Josh has been waiting patiently for our new story together. He may have his work cut out for him this time :) Comments are welcome from anyone but won't be considered part of the story. Here we go and hope you enjoy.

In the early hours of the morning, Joshua works deep within his lab. The last few tests have had limited results and ultimately failed. A recent breakthrough gives hope as he retools the main tanks and rewires the feed. He is exhausted but continues on as the sun comes up.

The M.E.G. program must succeed.

Joshua take a swig of strong coffee and rechecks his settings. The new test is almost ready to commence, it must be perfect this time. He takes a single strand of hair, of HER hair, and places it into the centrifuge. Everything is ready.

A simple hesitation then a push of a button. The display reads "Project M.E.G. Commencing."

Joshua sits in deep thought, thinking of what lead to this point. It started many years ago as Human Cloning gained worldwide approval. The world today would have been a better place, but then came the 'Lederberg Incident' 12 years later.

The physiology was correct. Subjects were full breathing humans and the genetic modification potential was off the scale. Problems arose. Some argued a lack of a soul, but I knew better. The rapid rate of growth didn't allow for mental maturity, essential to maintain stability. The ensuing slaughter became a dark point in human history and cloning was once again banned. Those poor souls.

It would have all been ancient history if not for the accident. Josh tears up just thinking about her but wipes it aside and continues on. Five years is a long time to grieve but the pain has driven Joshua and fueled his radical ideas. If only she could see him now. Maybe if everything works out... she will.

"Incubation complete." Joshua checks the settings and prepares for the next phase. A quick look inside gives him hope. There she is.

He became possessed with research and the idea that he could have her back. After a year, he came across a moving film from the early days called "The Matrix." An interesting concept in flash feeding mass information. These genetically superior beings could emerge with full grown personalities, experiences and most importantly... moral safeguards. Those poor, poor souls.

The process approaches its final stage. This is the farthest its ever reached and the excitement gives him renewed energy. Everything still checks out and systems appear normal. It's time and he feels alive again after all this time.

Joshua has spent years piecing her life and memories back together. No detail was overlooked, mind, body or soul. Even the bad was left to keep the balance of who she was. We are all a sum of our parts. He did allow himself a few tweaks but knew there was no way it could alter her persona.

The systems release the latch to the main chamber and the doorway slowly opens, releasing a cloudy mist. He watches as the single mostly lovely women walks through the chamber. She is younger than he remembers... and with a little more muscle. Curious? He knew she had always desired to be strong and had encouraged her in life. With all her workouts, she never got past a healthy, firm physique. It looks good on her and he is surprisingly turned on.

He waits to hear the sound of her voice again and begins to sob. This is really happening. She looks around the lab inquisitively and in a slight daze. After a second, she becomes fully aware of her surroundings and sees Josh standing close by in tears.

"What the HELL Josh! Where the F•©k are we and why am I buck-ass naked... you friggin' pervert."

It's music to my ears, Megan is finally back with me. >>

2010-05-28T13:34:00.000-07:00

I hope everyone has a super Memorial Day Weekend, I sure plan on it!
Sorry I didn't get our story up Josh. I have it started and will post it after the long weekend.

XOXO Meg

Meg's Growth: Week 18

2010-05-24T08:10:00.000-07:00

Previously: Week 17
My ongoing, real-time, Audience Participation journey to becoming the ultimate muscle woman. Story addition comments take place in real time so help me grow.

It's been a fun journey but all good things must come to an end. It's time to wrap up "Meg's Growth" so this will be the last chapter. I hope everyone writes in and makes it a great ending. XOXO Meg

I pull up to 125 Pinewood Crescent at precisely 1pm. It looks like an old abandoned warehouse in the run down industrial section of town. I sit in my car for a moment, trying to get up the nerve to go inside.

"C'mon Meg, you can dot it," I say to myself as I turn the engine off and open the car door. What is there to worry about? I'm much stronger now in this new smaller body than I was at my biggest. I feel so unbelievably powerful and it seems to grow by the second. I pull one of my old dented Silver Bullets from my purse and hold it in my hand. A gentle squeeze reduces the titanium device to powder.

What has happened to me? I feel strong enough to throw my car for miles. Did the Myostatin cocktail do this or was it something with Bill's attack & rape? Was it both?

The main entrance is large and full of rust as I finally get out of my car and walk up to it. I hear a creak of the hinges as it slowly open, revealing my old friend Angelo.

"Welcome my Megan. Come inside. We have much to talk about."

Muscle Modeling

2010-05-19T07:30:00.000-07:00

My favorite personal photographer is back with some great shots from our latest fashion shoot. Oh, I can't lie, the pictures may have been doctored... a little. Anyway, we hope you enjoy. Thanks to my super sweetie Mav for his awesome morphs.

Meg's Growth: Week 17

2010-05-17T09:43:00.000-07:00

Previously: Week 16 Next: Week 18
My ongoing, real-time, Audience Participation journey to becoming the ultimate muscle woman. Story addition comments take place in real time so help me grow.

Bill's body is dripping with the largest muscle I've ever seen on a man. I'm getting so turned on, the most I've ever been while on the Myostatin. Control yourself, Meg. This is still Bill Sanders, one of the most vile men I've ever met.

He walks up close to me and I dwarf him by quite a lot. But still, how could he get so big in such a short time. He was always big, but slightly overweight and a little flabby. He's now has rock solid muscle that's larger than any male bodybuilder I've seen.

Andrew and I were the only ones with the formula. Then it comes back and hits me like a brick. The missing Myostatin package!

He looks terrified as he asks for help, but his eyes are glued to my body and I see the enormous bulge in his pants get even bigger. I thought he had an erection we he came in... but it was still his flacid penis. What the hell did he do? The front of Bill's pants grows and stretches until the fabric can't take any more and gives way. My GOD... now that's an erection that would make a horse envious.

Bill pleads, "Help me, please!"

2010-05-15T19:54:00.000-07:00

Hiya Everyone!
I can't believe I'm blogging on a Saturday night 'cause I'm staying home this evening. Hard to believe, I know.

It's been a long couple weeks and I haven't really done much here. I want you all to know that I'll be back at it soon, stronger than ever. I also didn't realize that I've had my blog for over a year now. Yay!! I think we've really accomplished a lot in that time.

Everyone's been really great and I've made sooo many friends. Who knew you guys out there liked muscle chicks :) Well, there's females a LOT bigger than me but I don't think they have as much fun on a blog as we do.

All my love,
Meg

Angelo's Gymnasium

2010-05-11T10:50:00.001-07:00

How cool is this!! Ben from Area Orion sent me this poster he made of Angelo's Gym. Much different than a morph and I LUV it!

XOXO Meg

Meg's Growth: Week 16

2010-05-10T11:54:00.000-07:00

Previously: Week 15 Next: Week 17
My ongoing, real-time, Audience Participation journey to becoming the ultimate muscle woman. Story addition comments take place in real time so help me grow.

My movement is really restricted from the enormous muscles and have started a yoga class to help with flexibility. You should have seen the instructor when I walked in with tights clinging to every crevasse of my body. I could barely do the basic poses but was surprised how well my body limbered up after the first class. I think this will be good for, especially with the movie coming up.

I heard back from my agent and they want me to be She-Hulk. I've grown so much since my screen test and I'm not sure if I'm right for the role. I now look bigger than the Hulk! Another problem is that production starts soon and I would need to be on set for the duration. The thought of being away from my new gym frightens me, I guess which is another sign of addiction.

Andrew is starting to get results back from his testing of me and the Myostatin blocker. It seems my genetic code is being re-written, which explains the rapid growth and even the height increase. He said my muscle is becoming much denser than typical tissue which will increase my strength exponentially. I have the innermost desire and need to see how far I can go. I mean, I'm already a few times larger than anyone else on the planet, but I'm just beginning to feel my true potential.

I get the next vial ready and plunge a fresh dose of the serum into my vein...

The Buffies - Rebirth

2010-05-08T11:13:00.000-07:00

This is my story, of how I was reborn, as a BUFFIE. I would like to thank the BUFFIES for their help with writing this, especially Meg, Diana and Cele. You may also notice some references to my fav shows in it.

Kisses, Belle.

Previously on The Buffies
Written by Belle | Photo by Cele7110

As I lay in my semi-conscious state I catch parts of conversations going on around me.'We found this in the ruins of the building where Belle was trapped' I hear someone say 'it's a brooch with her name engraved on the back'.

Cel looks at it 'I remember this, it's a kind of heirloom, handed down from generation to generation. Belle loved it and wore it all the time, she never took it off. It's the crest of her Clan, made from Scottish gold and a meteorite'. 'That's Diogenite says' Nic. 'Yes', Cel continues 'the legend is that is was made from a rock that fell from the sky. I have an interest in Celtic arts, and Belle told me the story one day.

It was always worn by the daughter of the Clan chief. Only once was it worn by a male of the Clan, and he was killed at the Battle of Culloden. Since then any female who wore it has suffered an early, gruesome death. The Clan was dispersed in the 19th century, and the last one to wear it was on her way to America, but her mother made her remove it, so she gave it to her mother for safekeeping. It did her no good tho', she went down on the Titanic. The mother was going to throw it away, but her sister took it. It was thought to be cursed, so was never worn again, eventually it was handed down to Belle. I asked if she was not worried by the 'curse' but she would just laugh, saying she was modern and did not believe in all that. The motto on it means 'This I'll Defend'.

'She did that alright' says Meg.

'The strange thing about it is that name has always been there. Belle would laugh about that and say it was meant for her anyway, as it had For My Belle on it' Cel said.

'Well' Benji says 'maybe it will help her recovery, on the sub-conscious level, to have something familiar with her, as it were'.

'I will put it on her' Diana says, and fixes it round my neck as she kisses me on the forehead.

'There is nothing more we can do now' Benji says 'it's up to Belle to do the work as it were, all systems are operating normally, it will just take time for her to heal. If her condition gets worse the alarms will sound. We may as well turn in for the night'.

Cel asks if there is a spare room he can have, as he would like to be around when I recover. Josh mumbles and fidgets, but Meg says there are plenty of spare rooms for him to chose from. As they leave Nic switches the lights over to deep blue uv to clean the room of bacteria.

As darkness descends on me again I dream, strange, disturbing dreams . . .

I dream of my boss in my old job 'remember now and have all your in trays empty' she is saying. I would like to tell her a thing or two.

I see the school bully from my childhood days, forcing me out of the playground away from my friends just because I was 'different', she needs taking down as well.

I see myself watching the circus as a child, the clowns are throwing water over everyone, never did think that was funny, clowns are really scary creatures. And all those poor animals as well, kept in little cages for people's amusement, sticking a chair in a lion's face, not much fun, the circus.

I find myself on a blasted heath, I can hear the sound of fife and drums, and the smell of gunpowder and burning in the air. I feel the darkness closing in all around and an unspeakable terror grips me.

Now I am on a burnt out planet beneath dark skies, a black rain is falling and the hideous Kat is hunting me through the ruins of a city. As fast as I can run I can never escape her, I twist and turn in the wreckage of the buildings, but she is always there. I hide in a ruin, but she finds me, looming over me ready to strike. With horror I realize it is not Kat chasing me, it is myself! The creature booms out 'everything shall perish under the sky' and lets out a banshee scream that rattles round the empty city. A giant foot lifts up to squash me.

'Noooooooooooooooo!' I shout, and find myself sitting up in bed in a strange room, bathed in blue light.

Equipment like that in a lab is all round me, with blinking lights and pumps whirring. I go to move and feel a pain in my arm, what the! I look down and see a tube coming out of it, connected to one of the machines. I pull the tube out - I look at my arms, my hands seem the same, that is my nail varnish, but it is not my arms. I feel other tubes all over my body, and go to pull them out. In the strange light it is difficult to see clearly, but I become aware that I am not looking at my own body. I pull a tube from my stomach, my gawd look at those abs, like a cobbled street. I look at the legs, the quads are like tree trunks. I pull all the tubes out, looking in amazement at the huge muscles they are coming out of. Biceps like footballs, pecs like beachballs, what is going on. After removing all the tubes I feel weaker again, but I must get out of this place.

I remember some of the fight with Kat - one of the Buffies must have been killed, and they have transplanted my brain into her body.
The bastards! They might have asked me first! I wonder which one it is - or was?

I stumble out of the lab, and find myself standing in the dark on a balcony at the top of a staircase. I rest for a moment and gulp in air. The place looks familiar, but from where? Gawd I think, do I have a saw cut round my head like Frankenstein's monster?

I move in the darkness and find myself knocking over objects I should have walked past, just how WIDE am I?

I brush against an old statue, and it crashes down making a hell of a noise. A door opens at the end of the balcony, and a shaft of light shines out.
'My gawd, is that YOU Belle' a voice asks.

'Who the Hell are you, and what have you done to me' I shout back.

'It's me, Cel, are you ok girl?' the voice says.

'Never heard of you' I reply 'and if you know what's good for you, you will return me to my own body before I cause you trouble'.

Other doors open and more figures begin to appear. 'Get the syringe quick' Nic says. Benji runs to the lab and returns with an evil looking device that would not be out of place in a garage. 'Come here Belle, we need to give you an injection of iodine, it will calm you and help you recover' he says.
'You are not sticking THAT in me' I reply, and knock him against the wall.

More figures are appearing, and converging on me.

'What the hell do you want now' I shout and punch the nearest figure. It flies back and crashes right thru the wall. 'Belle, calm down' I hear a voice saying, 'we are trying to help you'.

I am grabbed from behind - I pull the figure over my head and throw it through the roof. Rubble and roof beams fall down and I brush them off.

'Who else wants some of Belle' I shout.

'We have a problem' Josh says, 'I need ALL the Buffies here, now', 'and get some light in here' he shouts.

As the lights come on I find myself surrounded by massive, muscular women. I vaguely recall them as the Buffies, but I can't tell one from the other. Strangely, I find myself looking at them eye-to-eye, I thought they were much bigger than that.

A large figure rushes at me, I remember my times in the gym kick-boxing with my friend Nikki, the idea then was NOT to hit your opponent, we tried to hold back at the last second. I lash out with my leg and hit the figure in the abs. It feels like hitting rock, but she flies backwards and there is the sound of grinding steel and smashing concrete as she flies right thru the wall.

Another attacks me from behind, I grab her and hurl her thru another part of the roof, bringing more debris down on top of us. Yet another comes from nowhere, I can't see her, but I punch at the air and a large hole appears in another wall.

Being a southpaw seems to have caught them off-guard, and my fists and feet crash against flesh and bones, flesh like rubber, yes, and bones like steel, but when I land a hard punch a body flies through another wall!

I am beginning to enjoy this, and I seem to be getting stronger.

'Meg, you had better put a stop to her quick, she is destroying the place' Josh shouts.

The Buffie called Meg comes at me 'For gawd's sake Belle, stop' she says 'we are trying to help you'.

I grab her and throw her over my head, slamming her down on the balcony. Large holes appear where her pecs break through, and cracks begin to spread. I go to smash my foot down on her, but she moves quickly out of the way.

The balcony disintegrates in a cloud of dust as my foot hits, and it falls into the hallway, taking everyone with it.

Except me. I find myself floating, looking down at the pile of rubble and bodies.

'Crap, she can fly' someone says.

Yes, I can fly I realize. Well, no point staying here, I have work to do now. I fly up and crash through the roof into the sky above, and head east.

As everyone drags themselves from the debris, Josh orders that Cutiepie be readied for action. Cel calls his contacts in the media to find out if there is any news, and asks them to call as soon as they hear of any strange Buffie-like activity.

Everyone has cleaned themselves off and Cutiepie is almost ready when Cel gets a call. 'Switch on the news channel' he shouts. Everyone gathers round the tv as a news report is coming in.

'Hi' the announcer says 'We go over to our reporter Richard Dick in London, England, where there are reports of terrorist activity.'

Richard reports 'The first incident happened at the London Dome, where a circus was performing for the first time in many years. A person appeared in the ring, at first people thought she was a circus strong-woman or suchlike, but she began to smash through the roof supports with her bare hands, bringing it crashing down. Thousands are still trapped inside. Next she smashed the cages containing all the animals. The lions, tigers and elephants are now loose in London.
Another incident occurred at London Zoo. Thought to be by the same person, enclosures were broken down and she pulled the iron bars of cages out of the walls, releasing all the animals into the streets. The London Eye ferris wheel has also been torn from its mountings. People are being advised to avoid coming to Britain, and a state of emergency has been declared.'

'Right, everyone onboard Cutiepie, looks like we are going to have a trip to England!' shouts Josh.

Cel asks if he can come, Josh is reluctant at first, but decides Cel's media contacts may be useful. 'Ok, get in' he says.

I enjoyed wrecking the dome, my fists smashing through the steel supports like they were nothing, and pulling the bars of the animals' cages apart was easy, like they were made of paper. I certainly took the smile off the clown's faces, well almost, when I stepped on their car and flattened it! Pity they were still in it.

After the destruction of the dome and the zoo, I head for my old office, the Boss is going to get a surprise today!

On my way I fly past the London Eye, the big ferris wheel, it seems empty of people, so I will have some fun with it. It looks just like a giant cycle wheel, so I wrench it of its bearings, and run it along the road on the way to my old office, pushing and guiding it with my huge hands. It flattens cars along the route I take, and goes through walls as I twist and turn in the city streets. On my route is the new Olympic Stadium, so I take a detour to smash the walls down with the wheel, and run it over the athletic tracks, great fun!

I see my old office ahead, so I park the wheel against a high rise.

Helen Brent sits at her desk looking over her staff, like a Victorian school ma'am. 'Now remember everyone, I want to see your in trays empty' she is saying.

Suddenly the building shakes violently, her desk bounces and her bottle of water falls on the floor.

'It's happened' she thinks 'a terrorist attack!'

'Now I want everyone to save all their emails, and close the work they are doing' she is saying, but too late, the staff are out the door and away! 'Remember and use the stairs, not the lift' she shouts after them.

The office wall explodes with a cloud of debris and dust, and Helen sees a huge blonde standing there.

'What, or who, on Earth are you?' she asks.

'Don't you remember me, it's Belle here, one of your many ex-employees' I thunder. 'I've come to pay you back for all the shit I had to take over the years when I worked here' I tell her.

I walk over to her desk and rest one foot on it. The weight of my foot makes the desk split in two with a loud crack.

She jumps back, but before I can react there is the sound of sirens from the street below.

I look out of the window and see rapid response vehicles pulling up, lights flashing. Armed men in body armour are leaping out of them.

'This is your lucky day Helen' I tell her 'there are bigger fish to fry! Run now, and save yourself'.

When I turn round, she has gone.

I pick up an i-pod from a desk and put it on. Springsteen's 'Born to Run' recorded by Allan Clarke is playing 'In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream - At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines' it suits my mood so I leave it running.

I walk through the front of the building, the steel, concrete and glass is nothing more than wet tissues to me, and I stand in mid air looking at the troops below. Bees buzz around my head and tickle my body as they fly about, what on earth is going on. Oh wait, they are not bees, they are bullets being fired from the rapid response units. They are such a nuisance, I must teach them a lesson, I drop down to street level with bullets still flying all round me.

(Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out over the line Baby this town rips the bones from your back Its a death trap, it's a suicide rap)

I drop on one of the vehicles and squash it flat with my feet, the troops withdraw to safer positions, and I can hear the grinding of tracks. A Challenger tank appears round a corner and stops. The turret turns and the gun aims at me. I can hear Gary the Tank Commander say 'Orders from Mr Saxon, fire at will'.

(Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims And strap your hands across my engines Together we could break this trap We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back)

As Cutiepie flies over the London Dome, Josh drops off Jewel and Amanda to help with the rescue work. 'Rescue the people, the animals can wait' he tells them.

There is a blast of flame from the gun barrel of the tank and a shell flashes towards me. I duck and catch it in my hand, jeez its hot, then I realize I am not burned at all. I throw the shell back and it explodes in front of the tank, leaving a large crater. I pick up one of the response vehicles and throw it at the tank, it hits with such force the 60 ton tank is knocked on its side. I hear another tank approaching and as it appears I fly up, just as it fires. The shell passes underneath me and hits a high rise building, bringing down debris and glass on those below.

(Will you walk with me out on the wire `cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider But I gotta find out how it feels I want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real)

As I fly up two Tiger helicopters of the French Army appear over the rooftops, and they open fire with armor piercing shells. As the shells bounce off me I decide that this is just getting too ridiculous, and I fly at the helicopters. I deliver a left hook to one, then a right uppercut to the other, sending them crashing down into the streets of London, where they explode in flames.

Maybe I will visit my old school in the burbs now. I fly to the site, but discover the school has gone. It was an old Victorian building, but now a green area with a playpark in it. A small girl is on the swings and memories flood back when I was young, sitting in the same spot. I was always different as a girl and bullies constantly picked on me. They knocked me down and called me names. I learned to keep my distance and play on my own, avoiding attention from the stronger kids. Not anymore. 
I drop down and land in front of her.

She screams on seeing me, and jumps off the swing, grazing her knee. She is crying, so I lift her up gently, and put her on a bench. I wonder if she is bullied too. 'There's no more bullies now, just me' I tell her. I feel a tear running down my cheek as I remember my school days.

(Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors And the boys try to look so hard The amusement park rises bold and stark Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight)

The moment is broken by the sound of jets, Harriers of the International Security Assistance Force fly overhead.

'Run, run to your mother' I shout at the girl. This is no place for a mere mortal child.

I fly up into the clear blue sky, and find myself flying north, towards the land of my birth.

'Patrol leader to Control, target is airborne' 'Roger that, await further instructions'.

'Control to Patrol Leader, orders from Mr Saxon, target is to be destroyed, repeat, target is to be destroyed'. 'Roger that Control, target to be destroyed, Patrol Leader out'.

I hear the engines of the jets scream as they chase after me. Off to my right I can see two smoke trails coming towards me, these are Typhoons of the Luftwaffe flying at full reheat.

A fireball of orange and black erupts in front of me and I fly through it, gagging on the smoke and fumes. A missile from one of the Harriers has scored a near hit. Gawd I need to be more careful, did not see that coming.

The two smoke trails curve towards me on an intercept course. Maybe this is not the place for a lady to be, so I go West.

As I try to outpace the jets, a dot appears in the distance, coming at me fast. It soon takes on the appearance of a strange, pink coloured craft. It is Cutiepie!

Cutiepie circles me and I can see Josh, Nic, Benji, Cel, Diana and Meg inside. They are waving at me indicating I should follow them. Cutiepie lands in a field beside the ancient monument of Stonehenge. Diana and Meg jump out and shout at me to land, but I decide I do not take orders from anyone.

A missile from one of the jets hits me and throws me off-balance - well if it is a fight they want they have one, and I turn to face them.

Suddenly Diana grabs me round the waist with her enormous thighs, she has jumped a mile in the air powered by her strong legs. 'Belle, you must come with us now, we want to help you' she says. Still stunned by the missile blast and hindered by Diana's great weight, I begin to drop towards the ground.

'No, I must fight them' I say, but suddenly Meg has grabbed my arm, she has jumped as well to catch hold of me.

'Let me go, I can take them easily' I shout at them, and try to shake them off, but we fall faster and faster.

We smash into Stonehenge as I wrestle with the two Buffies, as we rumble I jab my elbows into pecs and backs, I wave my legs in an attempt to free myself from Diana and Meg's strong grips, but it is impossible. As we wrestle we collide with the stones, blocks weighing 40 tons fall on us, but they feel like balsa wood. A bomb from one of the jets explodes close by, and brings down more of the stones. As I struggle with Diana and Meg we roll all over the site, our huge size and power bringing all the henge down.

(The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive Everybody's out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide)

Cel gets his phone 'I know people who know people, I will call them and try and get the attack called off'.

Diana and Meg have me pinned now, and I hear Benji say 'This is for your own good girl' as a probe is pushed up my anus. 'You bastards, what are you doing to me' I ask, and then the darkness falls on me again.

(I'll love you with all the madness in my soul Someday girl I don't know when were gonna get to that place Where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run)

Cel gets his call through, and the jets fly off.

(born to run)

My body is chained up inside Cutiepie, and Josh flies back to London to pick up Amanda and Jewel. 'OK, it's back to Malibu, let's hope we can help Belle there' he says.

As I drift in the darkness, I find myself in deep time, rocks and the remains of planets orbit round, dark energy flows through me and a dull red star shines in the centre of everything.

The star gets brighter and brighter, and I wake up in bed in a brightly lit room, with all the Buffies round me.

'How do you feel, Belle?' Meg asks.

'Wow, I feel great, like I have slept for a whole month' I reply.

'What about the events of the last day or so?' asks Josh.

'You mean Kat, I do remember something of that, are you guys ok?' I reply.

'No, the events in London' Cel says.

'What are you talking about, I have not been to London for years' I say.

Josh brings in a table with a tv on it and puts in a dvd. He explains there have been some 'changes' in my physiology. 'Watch this' he says.

The news reports of the Bad Buffie who terrorized London play. 'No way, that was never me' I say.

'I'm afraid it was, Belle' Meg says.

'Oh gawd,' I say 'I will have to return there and repair the damage I caused'.

'Are you sure about that?' asks Cel.

'Yes, I must use these powers for good, I must go back' I reply.

Josh tells me that Amanda and Jewel rescued everyone from the Dome, and there were no serious injuries to the public. I am grateful for that.

'Well, if you have to return, we have new suits that you can wear, it will make you appear a more normal size to everyone' Josh tells me.

I tell Josh that I rather like the way I look now, such huge muscles, and pecs to die for. I want to stay like this. I want everyone to see that great power and strength can be used for good.

Josh says I should go and choose a costume then, and Cel offers to help me find something in the Buffie wardrobe. When I come back Josh looks annoyed 'Is THAT what you want to wear, a red bikini and pirate boots!' he coughs out.

'Well I like it, it shows off my new body well. And Cel agrees with me'.

'OK ok wear that then' Josh says, 'we had better get Cutiepie ready then.'

'No way, I must do all this myself, without the Buffies' I tell him.

Josh looks unimpressed with this. Nic and Benji appear, with clipboards and reams of paper.'What have you found about Belle's condition, do we know what changed her?' he asks.

'Well, we have checked and re-checked everything, we have checked all the variables we factored in, our figures are still ok, the small amounts of Buffie DNA we gave Belle could not have affected her at all. The only thing we did not allow for was the brooch, but as gold and diogenite are inert, they should not have caused any effect. Of course, we can never be sure of that' they tell Josh.

'OK', says Josh as he stretches out his hand to remove my brooch 'better safe than sorry'.

I give Josh a look across my pecs that says 'Touch that and you DIE!'

'Alright, I suppose you can keep it until we are sure, but you had better be able to control your dark side' says Josh. 'I can control myself when I want to Josh, I am not stupid you know!' I reply, pushing him against the wall with my huge pecs. There is history between Cel and Josh, so I decide I do not like Josh.

Josh looks nervous.

I know that my worst enemy lies inside me, but I think I can control it. I hope. Do I listen to my heart, or my mind? I decide not to tell anyone about my dreams.

'Well, I had better make a move then, back to London to see what I can do to help. Wish me luck' I say.

A week later I return to Malibu, and the Buffies.

'Gawd girls, I don't know how you do it, I have been working 24/7 without a break, I am bushed!' I tell them, 'could someone put these roses in water for me, thanks'.

Josh comes in, he seems quite excited.

'Ah, there you are Belle, good work, good work, you said all the right things, yes, good PR for the Buffies. Our mail server has crashed with all the requests from women who want to become a Buffie now. Well done.'

He leaves as quickly as he appeared.

'How did it go, girl?' Meg asks.

'Well, I said sorry a lot. The worst of all was having to say sorry to my old Boss', I reply.

'Life stinks' giggles Diana.

'What do you want to do now, go back to normal life, or stay here with us as a Buffie?' Meg asks.

I sink into a seat beside Meg 'Well, I would really like to stay here with the Buffies, if you will have me. I do like this new body of mine, it is a dream come true for me. Maybe I could help with answering all the fan mail, or something' I reply. 'I have never really thanked you all for saving me - even if you just want me to make the coffee, I would be happy'.

Everyone is watching the news channel again.

'Hi, I'm Phoolie Conchus with C*NT and here is the News' the announcer is saying.

'We have more reports of the Buffie that last week was being called the Bad Buffie, and is now being called the British Buffie'.

'Scottish' I say

'After receiving assurances that all the animals she released would be housed in better conditions, she helped to re-capture the ones still loose and return them to the circus and the zoo'.

There is footage of me flying carrying an elephant, lifting the millennium dome up in the air and lowering it on its new supports, footage of me bending iron bars, that seemed to be popular, bent a lot of bars! A small girl comes out of the crowd of onlookers and hands me a bunch of red roses. 'We love you, Belle' she says. It is the girl from the playpark. Footage of tears running down my cheeks. More footage of me carrying the London Eye through the streets on my back, and fitting it on its new hub. Helping to rebuild the Olympic Stadium, lifting heavy gear and scaffolding up in the air. Footage of me rebuilding Stonehenge, carrying 40 ton blocks in the air as though they were nothing. There were blocks buried in the ground that I recovered, so I was able to rebuild the whole henge as it was centuries ago, refitting all the stones together in their right places. I felt a buzz of power as I rebuilt it, but Gawd, some people are never happy, it was half broken anyway when we wrecked it and they are complaining it is perfect now!

Now the Lord Mayor of London is saying: 'We believe that the advent of this new, British, Buffie

'Scottish' I say

'shows that spring must follow winter, and that the green shoots of recovery will appear. Visitor numbers to the Dome, London Zoo, Eye and Stonehenge have exceeded all records, and we believe that this new British

'Scottish' I say

'Buffie heralds the economic recovery of our city. We hope that this new British

'Scottish' I say

'Buffie will wear a suitably British costume, and we are having one designed for her. This British'

'Scottish' I say

After about the zillionth time Meg speaks:

'Belle'

'Yes?'

'You are really starting to piss me off now!'

'Sorry' I say, and curl up in my seat like a naughty child.

Meg shakes her head 'oh boy' she says quietly.

Meg's Growth: Week 15

2010-05-03T09:28:00.001-07:00

Previously: Week 14 Next: Week 16
My ongoing, real-time, Audience Participation journey to becoming the ultimate muscle woman. Story addition comments take place in real time so help me grow.

My desire to be strong and muscular became an obsession and now it's an addiction! Could this new Myostatin (blocker) cocktail have something to do with it? I feel my body aching and starving unless I'm pumping cold hard iron... and lots of it.

My body weight has exploded to 400 lbs but there's hardly any fat, just massive ripped muscle which gets larger by the second. Angelo and my trainer have been with me over the past day. They force me to take a break every few hours, to refuel with protein and nutrients until the pain becomes unbearable. I begin to break into sweats and my body starts to ache. I go back... lifting even more than I had before, pushing myself farther.

The weights of the gym are almost maxed as I can lift nearly all of them combined. I need more and Angelo has ordered even larger ones. I offered to reimburse him but he wouldn't think of it. Some of the other gyms have been sending over their equipment to help, but I quickly devour the weights. How long can this go on and how strong could I possibly become?

My doctor was called in and ran tests while I continued to lift. My heart is strong. No signs of stress or fatigue and he's never seen anyone so healthy... ever. "It's almost an evolutionary step in human development," were his words as he encouraged the growth process. Angelo didn't seem convinced, seeing the mountain of inhuman muscle before him.

I'm a little frightened where this will take me but I can't stop.

The Buffies - News Briefs

2010-04-28T07:40:00.000-07:00

Previously on The Buffies

Devastation
The Malibu Sentinel – Malibu is still reeling from the devastation recently caused by the superwoman known as "WildKat." Costs are estimated in the billions of dollars and the Governor has declared Malibu a disaster area. FEMA has arrived along with local heroes, The Buffies to help rebuild. Countless volunteers are also pouring in from across the world.

Sentinel reporter Belle was on the scene and seriously wounded during the attack. Reports confirm she fought alongside the Buffies to take down the monster. Rescue teams rushed her to Malibu General where she remains in critical condition.

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Rebuilding
The Malibu Sentinel – Reconstruction of the badly hit downtown area continues as the Sentinel's ace reporter Belle fights for her life. Friend and partner Cel has kept a vigilant watch and reports her condition remains grim. They ask in lieu of flowers and cards, people show their support by contributing to the Malibu Relief Fund. Here's where you can send your contributions...

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Vanished
The Malibu Sentinel – In a strange turn of events, Sentinel reporter Belle, who has been in critical condition for the past week, has mysteriously vanished from Malibu General Hospital. Doctor's had been working around the clock to stabilize her condition after her valiant battle with WildKat. She appeared to be making progress but took a turn for the worse around 3 a.m. yesterday morning.

Attendants rushed to her aid only to find an empty room. Belle has mysteriously vanished and partner Cel cannot be reached for questioning. One orderly reported seeing the Buffies in the vicinity but has since recanted the statement. When asked further, he responded with "I have no idea what a 'Buffie' is?" Hard to believe since the Buffies are worldwide phenomenons, but his answer appeared sincere.

We're currently awaiting word from The Buffies.

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Revelations
The Malibu Sentinel – Local Billionaire Joshua K. released a statement that reported Belle is safely in his custody undergoing alternative treatment. Malibu General's Chief of Medicine protested and has called for an inquiry into these so-called methods & treatments. Local authorities were called to the scene to investigate the well-being of Malibu's fallen hero.

They were met at Joshua's mansion estate by fellow reporter Cel, who assured them she was receiving the best possible care. He reported her condition as stable and has begun the healing process. Authorities pressed further, but backed down after the appearance and insistence of the Buffies.

We hope they know what they're doing and wish Belle a speedy and healthy recovery.

Next on The Buffies

Meg's Growth: Week 14

2010-04-26T09:19:00.000-07:00

Previously Week 13 Next: Week 15
My ongoing, real-time, Audience Participation journey to becoming the ultimate muscle woman. Story addition comments take place in real time so help me grow.

What a whirlwind! I was so busy in LA this weekend.

I met with an Agent Saturday morning to discuss the movie and other possible deals. He had only seen a photo of me before and was quite shocked when I walked into his tiny office. It seems I've gotten a bit bigger since the photo was taken just a few weeks ago.

I was expecting a typical sleaze ball as I sat on his "Casting Couch" but I think he knew better. He was a small thin man that didn't stand a chance against me. We talked for a while and I officially signed on with his agency.

Next was a lunch meeting with the movie producers. We ate outside at a trendy cafe while the producers grilled me with questions. I did my best and they thought I was perfect for the roll. I felt their eyes examine every part of my body. They wanted to see more before they hired me, so they set up a screen test for the afternoon.

We walked into their offices. I was given a sheet of paper and asked to strip down to my undies. Not sure if this was normal... but I've never done a screen test before. The room was cold and made my nipples hard but I stood there waiting for instructions.

They asked for a lot of jumping, posing and different facial expressions. The ultimately wanted to see how big my muscle would look on screen. I didn't disappoint but what about the acting? I looked at the sheet of paper and it only had a few lines, most of them with grunting noises. We took a break and talked to my agent about it.

It turns out I wouldn't be acting. Hell, my face wouldn't even be used. He told me they plan on swapping my head with the lead actress to keep it more "real" looking. Shit, Bill Bixby doesn't look anything like Lou Ferrigno but that didn't matter. This kind of bothers me but I'm not that great of an actress anyway. Should I accept or not. I need to think about it.

The rest of the weekend I mostly spent at Muscle Beach. There were quite a few industry pros there and made some connections. I'm really amazed how many people knew me from the little contest I did. My cute spotter was also there and he gave me his number.

Sammy and I got home late last night. So many opportunities ahead for me, what should I do? The one thing I know for sure is my body is opening doors for me. I currently weigh in at 315 lbs of power packed muscle and not much can stand in my way. >>

Homebody

2010-04-20T11:24:00.000-07:00

There's nothing I like better than spending time at home. I can let it all (and I mean ALL) hang out. Here's some great photos from Mav to give you a taste.

Meg's Growth: Week 13

2010-04-19T07:53:00.000-07:00

Previously The Contest Next: Week 14
My ongoing, real-time, Audience Participation journey to becoming the ultimate muscle woman. Story addition comments take place in real time so help me grow.

It's funny how quickly life went back to normal after the contest. I'm not sure what to do with the prize money. It's not enough to retire on but I could buy something real nice for myself. I've got some a ton of fans now and have been getting calls from agents & sponsors. I may even start a blog so people can watch my progress ;D

I've made great friends in Kali & Denise and we talk, text or email every day. It's great to have other bodybuilder friends for support and talk about stuff. We may all take a vacation together this Summer along with Diana & Jess. My Gawd would we have FUN!

I got a promotion at work and am a bit of a celebrity there now. It's funny how everyone wants to buddy up to a champion bodybuilder... even if it's just a small time title. Bill Sanders is back but he's really changed. More dark & brooding instead of his older cocky, asshole self. He still makes me nervous and I need to keep an eye on him.

Then there's my training. I've cut back a little since the contest but have still packed on more muscle. The Myostatin has worn off and I don't have any more. Need to find a supply if I want to continue to grow at the pace I was.

Well I'm off, time for my Monday morning production meeting again.

Megan's Day Off

2010-04-17T06:43:00.000-07:00

My good (and cute) buddy Sarge has been gone for a bit. I'm so glad he's back and with a story about me! Check it out and visit his DeviantArt page.

Written by Jason.

The facility vibrated once again as SSG White sighed shaking his head. He’d have to recalibrate the machine for the twelfth time in the last three hours and it was getting a bit tiresome. He punched the intercom button bringing his agitated face close to the speaker.

“Megan! I’m not going to finish this suit of yours any time soon if you keep it up.” He heard her sighing giggle echo through the concrete halls. It was bad enough she decided to tunnel through two and half miles of earth to get there when they had a perfectly good door, now she was destroying the place. Unintentional or not, someone was going to have to answer for the damage.

“Ooo…just a sec…Mmm-YEAH!” She yelped shaking the foundation once again. Jason cursed under his breath once again picking himself off the floor.

“Fuck…that’s good. Oh, you naughty boy, Jason! You didn’t tell me you had all these neat little sex toys laying around.” Megan adjusted herself over the superheated barrel of her latest find eyeing the trigger with anticipation. Goosebumps traveled over her skin as it warmed her inside.

“Those prototype weapons are millions of dollars in tax payer funded research that you’re abusing. We didn’t build them to be your personal sex toys.”

“If you say so.” She laughed. Megan’s beautiful brown eyes looked about curious if anyone was watching unaware of the security cameras. Biting her lip, she reached over to gently press the up arrow marked ‘power’ on the console. As she’d hoped, the weapon began to hum between her thighs as the internal plasma core grew bright. She fingered a nipple pondering the trouble she might get into if something went wrong, but the urge decided for her.

“Just one more!” She smiled punching the trigger confidently.

“Ooo…YEAH! THERE we go-OHH! Ah-ah-AH-YESSS!” She breathed through her teeth her quaking muscles shaking shelves and equipment in Jason’s office to the ground. Quickly regaining his footing, he pressed the intercom.

“MEGAN!”

“Just a sec- OHHHH…almo-OH GOD! Nee-“ Megan grasped at her hardened breasts holding on as she enjoyed the erotic ride of annihilating energy pumping into her body. Sweat steamed from her skin as every muscle flexed into warm steel then harder still as her body ballooned into cartoon proportions. Her skin, sounding like over-stressed metal, stretched as the muscle underneath struggled for room. Her tits firmed and her nipples engorged easily pushing away her hands winning the battle against her own unyielding strength. Her breathing rolled through the facility slamming doors while scientist rushed about collecting files as months of research flew about their heads.

His intercom now cut off, Jason could only watch through distorted and broken security cameras as Megan quickly overloaded an entire grid spanning several states while walls began to show signs of collapsing. Despite the destruction, he couldn’t take his eyes away Megan.

“No way, Jason. She’s way out of your league. Not that she’s the least bit intimidating or anything.” He watched her hands grasp at the steel flooring crushing chunks of it to melting puddles as she rode the machine on her hands and knees. Megan’s face was flush and her lips moist and red and blood rushed to her features. Her body ballooned with muscle and her breasts carved trenches into the floor as she rocked to ebb of flowing energy. Unable to help himself, he switched over to another camera looking closely as she fingered herself. She noticed him, though. Her eyes smoldered at him as she looked over her shoulder at the man behind the camera.

“I should get down there before security does.” Before he cleared the door, back-up systems powered up and Megan’s rumbling sigh sent a warm breeze through halls.

“Aww! Come on! I was right there!” She pouted. The weapon sparked with an electronic whimper as if pleading for mercy. Megan pressed the trigger button insistently, forcing a hole through the mechanism, hoping it had something left.

“Crap. I think I broke it.”

Helpfully, her hands began gathering up the defeated machine like gathering paper to be taken out with the trash. Though disappointed, Megan felt the least she could do is clean up the mess as the plasma core melted over her arms trickling down her tummy and thighs to a puddle cooling at her feet. Once twice the size of her 6’8” massive frame, she casually wadded her used up sex toy to a ball smaller than her own breast. Working the soft metal, Megan smiled thinking about what she’d become.

“How was I ever so weak and fragile? Being a normal woman, some things were such a struggle and I was so reserved. Now I feel so uninhibited.” Memories of her effortless feats moved like a picture show through her head.

“I’ve had to hold back so much. I beginning to wonder if there is anything I can’t do!”

“There! All cleaned up!” Megan smiled proudly as what was once a powerful weapon oozed to a molten liquid between the fingers of her left hand to cool on the floor. With muscles pumped and warm, she stretched her body enjoying the sound of own body’s steel rubbing over steel as she moved to another area of the bunker.

“God, I love this body! It doesn’t seem right that one person, one girl, should be this powerful. I feel so god-like sometimes!” She laughed flexing and expanding her entire colossal frame.

“Mmm…ooohh…” She cooed as her thighs pushed against each other each fighting for space. Her arms bulged to inhuman size as she hugged herself tightly as if holding back the tide of strength that rushed through her blood. Her biceps pressed in against the sides of her breasts as they surged forward hardening to a steel sheen.

“Oh fuck…and such a horny god, too!” Megan’s head reeled as she stretched her arms high over her head. Her face snuggled between her own cleavage and her back widened casting a large shadow over most of the room. Writhing in her own self-pleasure, Megan cooed and moaned and giggled flexing and expanding her body harder and larger finally- since her transformation- giving in to urges as powerful as she was.

“What the hell is that?!” Jason covered his ears. Though the bunker was holding, the resonating echo of the shifting mountains of muscle surging from Megan’s body sounded like pistons driving the destruction of a massive steel cliff. He heard her sighing, erotic laughter.

“This is ridiculous. I feel like a fucking cockroach scurrying around when she does this.” Then it was over. Jason keyed his Motorola.

“Brad, make sure everyone is okay while I straighten out what happened.”

“I’ll tell you what the hell happened!”

“Save it, Brad.”

“Whoa- that was amazing! Wow, look at me! I’m amazing!” The thought sent a stirring rumble up her spine that made her nipples itch to be touched.

“Oh- whoa girl! Don’t let it get to your head! That was certainly different.” She ran her fingers through her hair, now wild with afterglow sending tingles through her body.

“Not that I’m complaining! Ooo, what’s that?” She questioned curiously removing a metallic tube from its perch. Turning it over in her hands she noticed nuclear sign on the shell. She remembered the first time she’d been nuked fondly.

“But Jason always has the good stuff.” The phallic shape of the device wasn’t lost on her as she considered the possibilities.

“Mm…why not? It never hurts me to try something new.” Megan laughed at her little joke before swallowing the nuclear pill whole. She gulped it down feeling the tube slide down her throat to rest in her belly. Patting it, her face grimaced.

“Blech! Mental note: nuclear devices taste nasty!”

“Eeep!” She stifled a burp covering her mouth sheepishly while nuclear fire roared in her stomach. Megan was reminded of drinking cola as a child while the tingling in her belly pleasantly tickled and warmed her. With a dimpled smirk, she reached for another of the nine remaining silver tubes. Mischievously, but carefully, she snuggled the small nuclear warhead within her plentiful cleavage.

“Gently girls. Don’t want any premature detonation.” As she adjusted herself, Megan stifled another giggle listening to the rubbing of her mounds like two wrecking balls rolling around.

“Oh, now that’s funny!” She thought as she juggled her impervious mounds in her hands, slamming them together with a clank, having a little too much fun with the rumbling noise as they slid over each other. She flicked her nipple curiously and was rewarded with a satisfying ‘clink’.

“Who’s the girl of steel now?” She joked. Finally leaning to see over her expanded chest, she picked up a third tube.

“Sir, what the fuck are we supposed to do against her? Did you see what she just did?”

“Eeep! Excuse me!” Megan hiccupped again.

“Oh, no big deal I just swallowed a thermonuclear device and have the hiccups. Why are doing this?!” One of them whined.

“I don’t’ know, but we’ll all be out of job if we don’t do something.” Steeling himself, the man in charge stood up.

“Drop it, ma’am!” Megan looked over her shoulder at a security team with weapons at the ready, but unsure faces.

“Oh, hi guys! Just give me one second.” She raised a finger to them. Megan parted her lips dipping the small warhead into the warmth of her mouth before slipping it out and slowly sliding the cold device through the tight lips between her legs.

“Cold! A little small, but you know what they say about small packages. They make great nuclear vibrators!” Megan winked at the small detail of men swaying her hips feeling the bomb snug inside her. Hypnotically, they stared at the muscular dance of her hips and waist as her abdominal wall began to emanate a dull glow.

“W-what do we do?” One asked.

“Oh, I know! You can help me! I just-“ Megan managed one rumbling step forward. Feeling the torrent of heat from the young girl’s breath wash over them, they acted.

“Raise the shield!” One barked as another punched a nearby button and a blue energy bubble materialized around Megan who they could no longer hear. They each took a position down along the corridor as her quaking steps moved closer to them. With her nipples in the lead, the energy barrier distorted attempting to contain the steamroller momentum of Megan’s casual walk. The bubble burst overloading another system as her breasts led the unstoppable breach of yet another barrier of their belief in her limitless ability. Megan didn’t notice the feat as she approached them still keeping a distance for their safety.

“-so, do you boys have the detonator thingy for these little nukes?” She smiled down at them politely over her the bow of her bosom.

“Don’t move! Release the devices!” Megan rolled her eyes.

“Or what? You’ll shoot me? I mean, I’ll let you, if you really want to.” She teased biting her moist lower lip.

“Do it! Now!”

“Okaaay, if you say so.” Smiling, Megan gathered her wild hair over her head and gentle flexed. There was no sound, no explosion as a glow radiated outward from her breasts superheating her nipples to shine like little suns adorning perfect, white-hot breasts.

“Now, that’s interesting. Kind of tingles, really.” Energy arched between the glowing protrusions of her nipples then crawled along her body, tickling her skin as the second warhead went off inside her.

“Oh! Now that tickled!” Megan yelped letting her hair down and bringing her hands to cover her glowing sex sending the men ducking for cover from the audible clank of her hardened body stiffening with pleasure. The young super girl sighed, her muscles relaxing as the initial explosion subsided inside her. The hardened security force stared in awe as Megan confidently let her hands rest on her muscled hips smiling as a nuclear maelstrom grew exponentially and warmed her from within.

“You should try this, guys! It’s like a warm, cuddly hug inside me!” Megan offered. Her flowing hair billowed out becoming a fiery amber halo framing her face. The concrete at her feet began to glow as tendrils of energy leaped between her legs teasing her clit. Her body shuddered as fingers of lightning gripped her nipples. Opening them, she looked back down at the soldiers behind their cover through glowing eyes.

“I sure back-up is on the way, Sir.”

“Back up? I don’t know why you wimps are so worried. I’m the girl with the nukes going off inside her!” She teased, clearly pleased with herself, watching them through the aura of heat swirling from her bosom. More security agents turned the corner only to recoil to cover as Megan’s body heat rose to levels too unbearable for their fragile human skin.

“Geez, that’s hot. I can’t freaking’ breathe!” She heard one yell from the back.

“Is it getting a little warm in here? I really hadn’t noticed.” Megan chided truthfully while pretending to cool herself with a waving hand.

“What the hell, Megan?!” Jason barked at the end of the corridor. Startled by his presence, a trigger was pulled and, on instinct, the security team gave her all they had. The beam weapons were little more than a pleasant inch compared to the star raging inside her. Megan giggled, entertained at the audacity of the group of trigger happy soldiers; but, more than willing to provide an easy target as she raised her hands over her head.

“Mmm…a little lower, please.” Megan closed her eyes feeling the heat rise inside her as the energy beams fed the burning star within her. The effect was unexpected, but not unwelcome, as her hands found her hips once again while she shined like a sun goddess in the dark corridor letting them bathe her in their attentions.

“Cease fire!” Jason yelled. Those in ear shot obeyed while a majority continued with blind panic. Megan waited patiently, happily as they coordinated their fires desperately hoping for a weakness only to see their efforts prove useless as the smiling young woman’s body soaked up the energy like a sponge feeding the fusion reactor contained in her willing body.

“Oh, don’t stop now! Watching your little soldier boys is way too much fun!” She pleaded catching a well-aimed shot in the eye. Unblinking, she offered encouragement.

“See? That was a great shot!” Their armored shielding was beginning to lose the battle against Megan’s quickly growing heat.

“Megan! This is getting out of hand!” She sighed sending another wave of superheated air through the hallways.

“No fun.” She pouted raising her hands in surrender. However, the impromptu firing practice continued.

“Um…guys?” She attempted to get their attention over the cacophony of their onslaught.

“Look at them trying so hard! It’s so cute!” Megan gushed, but the hilarity of the situation got the better of her.

“Okay! Okay!” Her glowing body shook with laughter. “I give up! I surrender!”

Slowly each of them slung their weapons shocked at the futility of their actions and confused for what to do next. Protocol never covered god-like young women. Shielding their faces from the heat still pressing out from Megan, they retreated back toward Jason who was suited up properly for the situation at hand. The beautiful girl’s laughter subsided to a warm smile as her hands, once again, rested on her hips proud of her shining, perfect body.

“You guys are cute, but I think Jason’s right. You’ve had enough for one day.”

“Megan! What the fuck?!” Jason pleaded. Megan raised her eyes feigning concern through bright, beautiful glowing amber eyes.

“God, she’s beautiful.” His eyes rose to meet hers, reading them. Behind the tiny suns of her pupils, an electrical storm raged in the background of her irises.

“You’re so full of shit.” Megan crossed her arms under her breasts pressing them up so that Jason could only see her aggravated, irradiated eyes. Trails of energy flowed behind her movements and Jason took a step back as her body heat continued to rise.

“You’re so uptight! I didn’t really hurt anyone. It’s just that I was so…you know!”

“Megan, you’re always ‘horny’. You’re a good friend but a bit of a pain in the ass sometimes. What am I supposed to tell my superiors when you act like this?” He turned to start giving orders for following clean-up. His question wasn’t followed by an answer.

“Megan?” He turned to look at Megan looking down at him with a cat-ate-the-canary smile. His suit noticeably got hotter as he took a few steps back. Unable to keep control any longer, the young goddess’s head rolled back. Her eyes closed as she moaned, grasping her nipples until the feeling passed. Jason’s head darted to the row of canisters then back at his friend. Almost immediately, her skin transitioned from a dull, amber glow, to nearly white hot. Her eyes turned white as her nipples burned like twin stars. Noticing another two of his canisters gone, Jason spread his arms in defeat.

“Seriously?”

“What?” She bit her nail giggling and teasing him. Jason turn eye shield down to his face looking at Megan who was clearly enjoying herself.

“Look, I can help clean up. Do the heavy lift-“ Megan offered attempting to pick up loose piece of concrete that melted through her hands.

“How? You’re a walking reactor!” Jason pointed at the floor now bubbling beneath her bare feet. Megan laughed again.

“Yeah, funny.” Jason eyed the younger super girl feeling a familiar stir in his pants.

“You totally think this is sexy.” Megan’s hands found her hips again.

“What? No!” Jason protested. He shifted his stance a bit. Megan cupped her energy soaked breasts sighing.

“A young, sexy, infinitely-powered girl using your nuclear sex toys to make herself horny- and this is really making me wet right now- and you’re not the least bit interested?” Megan’s finger circled a star-kissed nipple as a small bolt of energy bridged the distance between it and her digit.

“No, no…I mean yes, but…you know…”

“One more?” She smiled through glowing eyes.

“Take ‘em. We’re not supposed to ha-“

“Yay!” Megan squealed seeming to become two Megan’s for less than a breath- the other at the shelf- before becoming one again.

-ve them anyway?” He looked over to the shelf blinking confused. The remaining five were already gone.

“Did you just?” He pointed where the other Megan was confused. His suit spoke.

“Ambient temperature rising above safe working parameters. Please evacuate the immediate area.” The robotic female voice deadpanned in his ear.

“I guess I should go burn some of this off, huh?” An errant arc of energy sparked from her left nipple to her right before leaping to her clit. Megan shivered.

“NNNghhh-uhhh…fuck-yes. Yeah, I really need to go.” Her whole body tensed up suddenly. Balling her fist, Megan struggled to hold the now building supernova inside her. Her own urge feeding the nuclear fire, she allowed herself a small release. When it passed, she looked at Jason panting, her chest heaving.

“God, if you only knew, Jason. I feel like a goddess!” She added. Keeping his distance, Jason waved her off. In an instant, Megan disappeared leaving a dissipating afterimage of her perfection behind her.

I'm Famous

2010-04-16T08:15:00.000-07:00

Well, not really.
I just saw an article with me in it. It's about Female Muscle Stories and there's a mention about my blog. Thanks Ben for the continual support, I really appreciate it!

XOXO Meg

The Buffies - Homecoming

2010-04-14T09:11:00.000-07:00

Previously on The Buffies
Written by Meg | Photo by Mav

Seeing the clouds through the airplane windows gives me a sense of peace and a chance to reflect. I'm flying back home, my real home, for the first time since this whole whirlwind of an adventure began.

I have lot to think about. The Buffies are like sisters to me and love the guys too. I've always dreamed of being a superhero and wanted this strength & power. So why am I conflicted? Is this what I was meant to do? I mean, I've worked hard my entire life to become independent, hard working and successful. I just don't know if I should go back to my old life or forge a new one with the Buffies.

“Can I get you anything?” the stewardess asks and I nod a simple “no”. She moves on as I look down at myself. Nic & Benji's device isn't permanent but I can be the old me again, at least for a little while.

The plane touches down and I prepare to depart. No messages on my phone... good. Everyone was reluctant for me to leave but they understood. Josh offered to take me home in Cutiepie but I needed to do this myself.

I get my bags and head to the bus terminal for the last leg home. Walking through the airport, I feel subconscious about my massive muscular body but forget that people don’t see me that way. Just an attractive young brunette in a tattered Steeler's sweatshirt.

The bus is almost ready to leave as I show up. The driver puts my bags in the undercarriage and I make my way through the tiny aisle. I grab an open seat, sink into it and put my ear buds in. The bus makes its way out of the airport, through the city and suburbs then into familiar countryside where I grew up. The hum of the road is comforting and I quickly nod off.

We pull into town and it still looks the same. There is a mall, big box stores and other modern conveniences but everyday life remains slow and easy going. Most people grow up and move to the big city... just like what I did.

We turn into the small bus station and I see my sister Cassie waving. It's been a while since I've seen her. She's always been a little heavy but appears even bigger. I make my way down the stairs and am quickly greeted. "Hi big sister" she says, putting her arms around me in a bear hug and lifting me off the ground. Wow, she is really solid. "Ooooh, easy Squirt, when did you get so strong. What have you been eating?" I joke and can tell she likes the attention.

Dad pulls the car around and I get my bags and put them in the trunk. He's his usual stoic self. I know he loves me, he just doesn't show much emotion. Hasn't for a while now. "Megan" he says with a nod and a smile. It's his typical solemn greeting but I give him a big hug and kiss anyways. We pile into the old Buick and head out.

On our way home, we pass the new Wal-Mart and I see my dad sneer as we drive by. He owns a hardware store and is one of the last holdouts of locally owned businesses. I know he's hurting and can't compete but most his customers remain loyal. With the tough economy, more & more are slowly turning away. It's sad, the business has been in our family for over 40 years. My Grandfather started it and Dad worked there when he came home from the war. He took it over when Grandpa died.

We pull up to the house and Dad says to rest up before dinner. Cassie is eager to show off and takes the bags to my room, lifting them like they were 1,000 lbs barbells. I open the door to my room, which hasn't changed much. There’s still an ‘N Sync poster (yikes) on the wall and my favorite stuffed animal Ms. Lion is waiting for me on my pillow. I close the door and make sure it’s locked before I lay down on the bed.

Remaining in my old body feels like I've been wearing a corset for weeks. It's hard to cram 900 lbs of muscle into a 125 lb bag and I can't wait to change back. I slip off my sweatshirt and jeans and lay back on my bed in my Buffie undies to begin my transformation to Super Meg. Benji gave us the tutorial but I've only done this once before and have to concentrate. He says it will get easier over time. I clench my eyes tight and think about muscles covering my body, enormous power and ultimate strength. The change begins to happen. The neural blockers start breaking down and the flood of energy flows back, making me a Buffie once again. As my body packs on immense muscle, the bed starts to squeak from the added weight. My uniform stretches to accommodate the growth as muscles balloon and breasts expand. My feet start hanging over the end of the bed and my head drives into the headboard as my body becomes taller. So much strength and power exploding out of a confined small body. The change doesn't take long and luckily nothing broke in the process. I feel like I can breathe again. I'm not little Megan from Pennsylvania anymore. I'm a world-class Buffie again.

I look down and see one of my old bodybuilding magazines next to the bed. Cassie must have found them. I've had a long fascination with muscle, on both men & women. The cover has Ronnie Coleman, Mr. Olympia (at the time) on the cover, and I laugh. He looks absolutely puny compared to me. I put everything I have into emulating his pose and watch my muscle grow into a perfect mountain. Sorry Ronnie, no comparison! The bed groans under my weight as I grab Ms. Lion and lay back down.

On my nightstand is a framed picture of me and my mother when I was young. She died not long after it was taken. I pick it up and the faded memories I have of her come back. Dad wasn't prepared to raise two little girls by himself but did his best. It wasn’t always easy but we all pitched in and got through the hard times. If only I could go back with the strength I have now... I could have... Well, things would have been different.

I put the photo down and look over at my desk. Still sitting there is the computer I built when I was 14. I became fascinated with them at an early age. Our first computer was an old PC running DOS that Dad bought to do the books for the hardware store. It gave him extra time to spend with us after hours and keep the business going. He showed me the basic commands and I was hooked. I wrote my first program when I was 8, a simple choose-your-own-adventure type story. Princess Megan rescues the handsome prince. I think you won it by drinking the magic potion to make you strong enough to defeat the dragon. I should try and find it.

On the shelf above the computer are a couple trophies. Some are from science fairs but my favorite is for Cheerleading, even though it's a consolation prize. You see, with all the added responsibility at home with Mom being gone, I started withdrawing from school and friends. Dad encouraged me to get out and have fun. It took me a little bit to come out of my shell but eventually enjoyed the experiences and learned I needed to have fun. I still battle with it.

My sorority pledge paddle is just to the side and I think how great my college years were. Cassie was older by then and took over many household duties while I was away. I continued my passion for computers and eventually graduated Cum Laude (don’t even think of laughing) in Computer Science. I was drifting farther away from home but Dad and Cassie always came first.

There’s a knock on the door and a jiggle of the doorknob. “Hey Meg, dinner’s almost ready and Dad says to come down,” Cassie says. “I’ll be down, just give me a minute.” She jiggles the knob again trying to get in but ultimately walks aways. Glad I locked the door. I don’t know how I’d explain this body to her.

My whole life is in this room and it feels good to be home again. So many memories come back to me. I see the “Greetings from California” postcard I sent to Dad & Cassie when I moved out to the coast. College was a big step in my independence but moving across the country was a giant leap. I had many job offers after graduation but one particular company in Northern California looked most intriguing. I remember how nervous I was driving out there with all my belongings crammed into my car. I felt like I was abandoning my family but they were supportive. Cassie had become the women of the house at that point and Dad knew I needed to get out.

Cassie yells “MEGGGGG” from downstairs as I loose track of time. Can’t go down there looking like this and begin the transformation process. My massive rock hard muscles slowly retreat into my body. The Buffie outfit snaps back to size to still give support in this smaller shape. My height returns to normal and I’m the old Meg again, or at least appear to be. I grab clean sweatpants and top from my bag, throw them on and head downstairs.

We sit around the dining room table and all my favorite foods are piled before me. What a homecoming. Cassie talks non-stop about everything she’s been doing. I mean everything. School, work, neighbors, boys, pets, gossip, sports, you name it. Dad rolls his eyes but I smile and let her continue. She works her way up to her new obsession... The Buffies. I knew we made the mainstream media but didn't really think it would hit home. Should I tell them? Her face turns red from excitement as she talks about her new heroes. "I'm gonna be as strong as the big red-head" she screams and comes over and flexes her bicep. “Here… feel Meg,” and I press down. Still a thick layer of fat but the muscle underneath is large and solid. “I’m impressed Cas, I bet you would be a great Buffie.” I'll tell them sometime but don't want things to change in the one place I feel normal. At least for now.

After dinner, the three of us cleanup the dishes then go to the back porch. It’s my favorite place, sitting on the porch swing next to Dad. He turns to me and says "Looks like you've got the world on your mind, wanna talk?" I'm a little shocked hearing these words from Dad. I do but how could I possibly begin to describe the last few months. I just tell him “Not really,” and lay my head on his shoulder. It's a perfect night.

I'm awaken early the next morning by my cellphone ringing. It's Josh. "Sorry Meg, we have an emergency situation and need your help immediately. Can you be ready in an hour?" He explains more and I agree to go without hesitation. Josh fires up Cutiepie and prepares to fly across the United States to pick me up.

I pack my bags and quietly go downstairs so I don't wake anyone. Dad is sitting at the kitchen table with a pot of coffee and two steaming cups. "I... umm... need to go," I tell him, trying to spit out the news.

"I hope you at least have time for coffee." He gets up and goes to the desk, pulls out an envelope and hands it to me. "I've been saving this till you were older. Now seems like a good time." The envelope is yellowed by age with my name written on it. I open it up and read the letter inside.

Dear Megan,
I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to watch you grow into a beautiful women. Just know that I'm always with you. I knew when you were born that you were special and would do something extraordinary with your life. Don't hold back and follow your heart, it will always lead you in the right direction.

Love always, Mom

I tear up and know the decision I must make. My father puts his hand on my shoulder. "It's good to see you again, just don't make it so long between visits". I hug him harder than I should.

"I promise."

Next on The Buffies

Meg's Growth

2010-04-11T15:11:00.000-07:00

Hiya everyone.
I'm having fun with the bodybuilding contest story and think we have lots more to explore. Let's keep on the same storyline for another week and I'll figure out how to get us back on track later.

XOXO Meg

Super Mega Meg

2010-04-07T09:18:00.000-07:00

Don'tcha think I look good in socks & high heels? What, not the first thing you noticed :D Thanks to Paddy86 for another rockin' larger than life portrayal of me. This one gets a super special flexxy flex animation!

Meg's Growth: Week 11 - The Contest

2010-04-05T09:24:00.000-07:00

Previously Week 10 Next: Week 13
Hi everyone, we're going to change things up a little this week. Week 11 WILL NOT BE REAL-TIME in order to focus on the events of my first bodybuilding show. We'll go back to normal next week. I've included some great photos by Mav to get us all motivated. Hope you all participate. XOXO Meg

It's a gorgeous day as we pull up to the hotel & convention center. I have an entourage of friends that came along to support me. It's not a national contest, but it's my first and I'm buzzing with energy and trying to keep calm.

My trainer parks the SUV by the lobby. Jessica is first out and opens the back to grab the bags. Sammy's tail starts wagging and he licks her face as she pulls out the suitcases. Angelo heads inside to check us in. Diana gets out, stretches and follows behind.

Diana was quiet on the way here... I hope she's OK. We met months ago at Angelo's and have become close friends. When I joined, she was the strongest and most muscular woman I had met in person. A real inspiration. My recent gains have far surpassed Diana, even at her biggest. She's so sweet but I know it has to bother her to be #2 now.

We walk into the hotel and it's a buzz of activity. The lobby is filled with contestants, judges and fans checking in. The convention center is just off the lobby and I can see miles of booths and displays from local and national companies trying to show their BB related goods. I feel like I'm in Wonderland.

I peek into the Grand Hall with Sammy close on his leash. Technicians scurry about as lighting, sound and decorations are still being setup on the main stage. I'll be up there soon enough.

I'm brought back to reality with a blow to my shoulder. A solid woman knocks into me and continues on without a word. She looks like one of the contestants but it's hard to tell since we're all wearing baggy clothes. No one wants to reveal too much before show time. She looks back with a sneer, sizing me up and down in an instant, and letting me know I'm nothing compared to her. What a Bitch! I'll remember that face when we meet again.

Angelo returns with our room keys. "So what's next on our agenda?" I ask him as we all head to the elevator... >>

Bulletproof Megan

2010-03-31T10:54:00.001-07:00

A friend sent me these great photos she did. They are from Mav's Morphs, with a little something extra to show how futile bullets are to SuperMeg. Thanks Sweetie!

Diana the Mighty

2010-03-30T11:00:00.000-07:00

Here's a couple new AWESOME pictures of our very own Buffie Diana from Paddy86

Meg's Growth: Week 10

2010-03-29T09:34:00.000-07:00

Previously Week 9 Next Week 11
My ongoing, real-time, Audience Participation journey to becoming the ultimate muscle woman. Story addition comments take place in real time so help me grow.

It's contest prep time, just a week to go and I'm getting ready. It's just a local show but I intend to make a big splash. I'm using vacation time (again) to focus and channel everything I have. My boss didn't mind me taking time off, especially after the incident with Bill last week. He may be a little intimidated by me, too. I've always used my smile, looks and charm to get what I wanted, this could become a new weapon in my arsenal.

I weighed in at 215 today (yikes) and am still buzzing from the Myostatin overdose. I lifted tirelessly for hours, only stopping to eat and take Sammy out. The muscle gain was off the charts, I could almost see the muscle packing on minute-by-minute and the body fat melting away. My trainer also mentioned using Insulin to gain even more mass. I took some. It's completely legal and easy to get. I wonder what the combined cocktail will do.

Well, I'm off to do cardio then heading back to Angelo's. Sammy's gonna get the run of his life! >>

Workin' Out at Angelo's

2010-03-23T11:36:00.000-07:00

Some recent workout photos from my personal photographer Mav :D
These morphs look great, thanks Sweetie

Sexy Meg

2010-03-22T17:55:00.000-07:00

Here's another awesome picture from Paddy86, this time of me! Show some love and check out his DeviantArt page!

Meg's Growth: Week 9

2010-03-22T08:29:00.000-07:00

Previously Week 8 Next Week 10
My ongoing, real-time, Audience Participation journey to becoming the ultimate muscle woman. Story addition comments take place in real time so help me grow.

The weekend was intense & grueling but the brand new Megan has far surpassed any of my expectations. I was close to an FBB amateur middleweight size before... but now have a solid professional heavyweight level physique. I honestly don't think Iris Kyle would have stood a chance against the new me at the recent Arnold Classic, and I'm only getting started.

A crowd started to gather yesterday at Angelo's and people took bets on my progress. Their cheers helped to push myself farther. I was setting new personal records every hour without any signs of slowing. We didn't have time for measurements but the muscle weight was being packed on at lightning speed while my enhanced metabolism kept melting away body fat. My breasts have grown too which is weird. It's almost as if the body fat is funneling straight into my girls.

I did have to spend a few hours to go clothes shopping (darn). Nothing would fit my new mass and I had to work today. I got lots of stares at the mall and had a really hard time finding normal clothes that fit. I ended up at the Plus Size store which actually had some really cute clothes for larger women. They still didn't fit quite right since my proportions were in different places from their regular customers.

So now it's Monday morning and the entire office went silent when I walked in. Surprise! I've been covering up at work over the last month while I've made the most gains. My attire is low-cut with plenty of flesh showing, yet still meets dress code policy. Each step and breath I took sent my muscles flaring with rivers of deep, engorged veins criss crossing every inch of me (I may have done an early morning pump-up for extra effect).

That muscle-loving asshole Bill's look was priceless. I sauntered over to him and let his eyes wash over my magnificence. He tried to remain calm, like nothing had changed but I could tell he was turned on like never before. I moved in close with every muscle in full flex and raging hard.

"Ready for our rematch stud?" >>

Sexy Diana

2010-03-19T13:41:00.001-07:00

Here's an awesome new picture of Diana from Paddy86. Be sure to check out his DeviantArt page!

The Buffies - Kat's Back part 2

2010-03-16T13:37:00.000-07:00

Previously on The Buffies
Written by Diana, Cel & Meg

With immense anger and determination, Kat begins to rise. The remaining rags on her body are still burning from the missile assault that knocked her down. There was never a question that only two missiles could stop Kat. Amanda and Jewel help Meg and Diana up, still a little weak from the Kat's heavy hits.

Kat finally stood, threw her head back and let out an animalistic cry that blew a storm of concrete and ash towards us. With no time to create a new plan, we had to fight intuitive again. Jewel looked in our eyes and disappeared as the rolling dark cloud came upon us.

As our vision cleared, Jewel was gone and we saw Kat running towards us. Meg tried to use her voice halt the advance but there was barely enough time to duck underneath her heavy onslaught. She quickly followed with another heavy punch into the ground where Meg was moments before. Amanda ran behind Kat, jumped in the air and delivered a powerful kick into her neck. Kat turned with lightning speed to grab a hold of Amanda's leg with a vice-like grip. She swung her up in the air and slammed the blonde Buffie face-first in the asphalt ground. Her motions became quicker and harder as she clearly enjoyed hurting Amanda.

Diana and Meg quickly went on the offense. Near by one of the collapsed buildings, large boulders of massive steel and concrete covered the streets. Meg easily grabbed a few of the bigger ones and threw them like a fastball to a waiting Diana. She kicked them with her massive legs, sending it like a cannonball aimed on Kat’s broad back. Kat was in mid-swing with Amanda when the concrete boulder impacted and knocked her to the ground. Amanda went flying high as she was released from Kat's grasp and made a perfect back flip in the air, like the pro gymnast she was. Meg wasted no time and hurled another boulder towards Amanda. Like Diana, she kicked it close to Mach Speed towards Kat. The massive ball of concrete collided with Kat and turned to dust from the impact.

Amanda landed next to Meg and looked around for Diana. Like Jewel, she was now nowhere to be found. Kat laid unmoving a few inches below the ground's surface. She was down but not for long. Kat's massive body slowly began to stir and finally stand. Her breathing was heavy but otherwise unharmed. Meg and Amanda braced for the next round as they see her anger with almost glowing red eyes. They thought, "Where are the other Buffies?" as Kat slowly moved towards them.

A dangerous rumbling came from a nearby skyscraper. Kat ignored it, thinking that her immense power was causing the ground to shake. Amanda and Meg looked towards the skyscraper and noticed a flaming red mane on the ground floor. They instinctively ran into the building and saw Jewel and Diana inside. Looking around, Meg & Amanda realized the plan. They saw the gutted insides of the skyscraper with only four massive steel beams remaining. Suddenly, two flying shoulders from WildKat collided with them, sending the two Buffies flying through the building. Amanda showed her acrobatic skills again and became a flying rocket aimed at one of the beams. Jewel and Diana quickly positioned themselves in two of the four corners as Amanda burst through the steel beam, leaving the weight of the building on the remaining three supports. The trap was set.

Meg landed on her feet outside the building from Kat's assault. The asphalt crumbled under her power and she immediately began to sprint inside, concentrating her complete body power into her legs to gain as much momentum as possible. Jewel ripped apart the steel beam with a bear hug, shredding it to pieces. Diana's powerful legs took on another support with each kick leaving a huge dent. A few feet before the last steel corner, Meg became a blur and launched into the air like a missile. Her massive shoulder cut through the fourth beam like butter as Diana and Jewel finished their part. In a split second, tons of concrete and steel came crashing down and it was too late for Kat to escape the collapsing building. Ceilings of concrete, glass and steel with hundreds of tons of weight fell on the animal-like woman known as WildKat as the four Buffies quickly escaped.

The dust began to settle as we found each other to regroup. We were exhausted but happy at the outcome. Nobody, not even someone as powerful as WildKat could have survived that. We made our way away from the wreckage to rest for a moment and catch our breath.

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It doesn't take long before WildKat stands, powdered concrete and broken brick fall from her massive body. Small bruises and a few cuts cover her but quickly begin to disappear as she spots the Buffies recovering from her previous assault. With a roar she explodes through the mountain of fallen debris and begins accelerating towards the four recovering heroes. Each step the massive Kat takes powders the concrete beneath her digs huge foot-sized divots into the asphalt.

The four heroines scatter and Wildcat singles out Meg for her first attack. She hates that damn voice of Meg's more than anything. No one fucking tells WildKat what to do! Each step she takes brings her several feet closer to Meg and causes the massive muscles to bunch, cord, and ripple ominously.

In her furious abandon and supreme confidence, WildKat has lost sight of the other Buffies. She will rip them apart one at a time just as easily as she did the first time. She watches Meg pick up an old Dodge Charger like it was no more than a child’s toy and hold it like a baseball bat. She sees a bead of sweat form on Meg's brow and the massive villainess smiles wickedly. She's going to enjoy this even more than the first beating she gave them moments ago. Her legs pump harder accelerating her past seventy miles per hour. Just then, WildKat feels something powerful, heavy, and harder than steel smash into her left shin. The blow sends her planted leg well behind her and causes her upper body to lurch forward. At the speed she's travelling and with the force of the unseen attack on her leg there is no time for recovery. One thousand pounds of super-dense muscle and bone smash into asphalt face first. A spray of black hardened tar spewed into the air as the colossal villainess skidded to a halt inches in front of a now grinning Meg, a Meg holding a Dodge Charger baseball bat.

The sound of shrieking metal filled the air as Meg's powerful fingers dug into the frame of the car molding it like clay. For a split second Meg's body stood tensed, muscles and veins bulging, over the colossal frame of Wildkat. In the next instant, a sonic boom broke the stillness of the Malibu air as the colossal woman lying on the ground raised her head from a deep groove in the asphalt. Black chunks of asphalt and white bits of crumbled concrete fell from the long jet-black hair and rapidly healing face of the massive prone woman.

Kat had only the briefest of moments to realize what caused the sudden noise before a wave of compressed air slammed into her. A tiny fraction of a second later hundreds of pounds of warped steel, rubber, plastic, and glass--that used to be a Dodge Charger--hammered into her. The force of the blow wrapped the frame--as much as was possible--around the ultra-massive body of Wildkat and drove her head deep into the relatively soft asphalt. Tires, shattered glass, broken plastic, rent metal, and pieces of shattered asphalt and concrete erupted into the air around Meg and Wildkat with almost as much force as Meg delivered into Kat.

Kat exploded up from the ground. Her face twisted into a snarl of pure rage. The mangled remains of the Charger fell from her back with a casual shrug of WildKat’s massive shoulders as if it were composed of nothing more than heavy tissue paper.

“Cunt,” she screamed, “I’m…”

That was all she said before the massive corded muscles of Meg’s right leg bunched sending the purple clad heel of her foot crashing into the bridge of Kat’s nose. The rising woman’s head snapped back as a spray of blood misted into the air and Kat’s body went hurdling backwards compressing the air into another loud boom as the speed of her backward-moving body pierced the sound barrier.

Meg’s mocking voice followed the massive titaness as she flew through the air, “You’re gonna do what, bitch!”

In addition to being well-timed, Meg’s kick was also well-aimed. The hurtling body of Kat contorted as it flew through the air directly to Amanda who had taken the first few moments of the renewed fight to rip a light-pole from the concrete sidewalk and compress it into a flattened and folded piece of steel. She was now holding the deformed metal pole with both hands. Her fingers pressed into the metal strengthening her grip. Amanda had a wicked smile beaming from beneath her light-blonde bangs as the nine foot tall massively muscular Kat screamed through the air towards her. When Kat did arrive at Amanda’s position, the young gymnast turned powerful superhero swung the metal pole upwards striking Kat in her upper back. The metal screamed and twisted from the impact wrapping itself about the muscular frame of the mini-giantess and sending her hurtling in a high arc in the opposite direction.

Amanda dropped the remains of the now-useless twisted metal bat and called after WildKat, “A wicked drive, that one! Got plenty ‘O Maker’s mark on ya that time!”

Diana watched the colossus that was WildKat soar through the air for the merest fraction of a second before digging her powerful legs into the pavement and giving chase. Each powerful piston-like stroke accelerated blonde Buffie faster and faster, until a couple of second later, she was running faster than Kat was flying. With one more powerful stride, the blonde amazon launched herself into the air directly towards the third story of a large downtown office building.

She smashed into the concrete and steel building feet-first shattering concrete, smashing glass, and bending steel I-beams beneath her powerful frame. The broken glass and building fragments fell to the ground like a strange mockery of the destruction of downtown Malibu. As her knees bent, she spun and then launched herself back into the air shattering even more of the building’s façade.

Half a second later Diana’s iron-hard shoulder hammered into the massively muscular midsection of Kat. The blow was hard enough to stop the forward motion of the much larger woman and send them both into freefall. It didn’t however hit WildKat hard enough to completely knock the wind out of her.

A roar broke above the din of the battle dwarfing the sounds of falling debris, screaming pedestrians, the blaring of car alarms, and the multiple sirens of approaching emergency vehicles.

“Bitches!” Roared the raven-haired colossus as her eyes narrowed and face further contorted into a mask of rage. “I was going to let you all live. You would be beaten and bloodied but alive. Now I’m going to grind your bones into meal with my bare hands and feed it to starving children in Africa.”

As she spoke, the nine-foot muscle monstrosity hammered both of her hands into the small of Diana’s back causing the blonde to arch back just in time to catch a massive fist to her face. Blood sprayed into the air. The tiny drops formed a fine mist that seemed to slowly rise as the two massive women fell from the sky. Kat spun in the air flipping the smaller blond amazon beneath her. Diana retaliated by slamming her left elbow twice into Kat’s chin. The blows caused Kat’s head to twist violently to the side before the massive muscles in her neck stretched taut. Kat’s eyes narrowed as her face twisted into primal rage. She grabbed Diana’s shoulders and glared at her, a small trickle of blood dripped from her swollen lip.

The impact sent debris and dust flying high into the air obscuring everyone’s vision for several seconds. With a nod to each other, Amanda and Meg sprinted off in opposite directions racing for the heaviest vehicle they could see within suitable throwing range. The sounds of screaming and physical struggle filled the Malibu air for a second or two before Meg, Amanda, and Jewel saw Kat rocketing back out of the hole, a fresh bruise adorned the bottom of her chin.

Meg watched Kat fly backwards as she hoisted a black H2 hummer over her head seemingly effortlessly. Its car alarm was blaring, and the SXY-DVL license plate was half the reason she had picked it. Just before Kat came to a tumbling halt, Meg nodded to Amanda—who was holding an old ’96 Chrysler minivan over her head—and they both launched their vehicles into the air at Wildkat. Kat vaulted to her feet at the base of the office building, her arms splayed wide, and she roared back at her assailants. The vehicles launched from their feminine catapults with a supersonic boom and arrived just as the battered raven-haired colossus was standing. Again the sound of shrieking metal and breaking glass filled the air as the two vehicles collided in midair around Kat. The smell of gasoline fumes accompanied the sound as the ruptured gas tanks sprayed a fine mist of fuel into the air. A second later another Kat emerged from the impact crater where Diana and Kat fell.

The two vehicles twisted more as they were thrust in opposite directions. They tumbled, rolled, and spilled fuel and broken glass as they bounced along the sidewalk and road smashing into cars and parking meters. Coins, glass, metal, tires, and more fuel dumped into the streets before the two vehicles finally came to a stop. Mercifully, the Hummer’s car alarm finally stopped working as a second massive form with jet-black hair emerged from the crater where Kat and Diana fell.

For an instant, Jewel, Amanda, and Meg held their breath as the huge form slowly extricated itself from the hole. At first, only Kat’s head was visible—her raven hair, the rounded facial features, and piercing green eyes—but quickly the first hints of a purple jumpsuit became visible, even if it was straining and failing in places to contain her massive size. The Buffies smiled in realization of what this meant.

Kat, still roaring, started to lunge forward as her purple counterpart accelerated from the crater. A step later, Kat’s head jerked downwards and slammed into the pavement chin first. A brief shimmer in the air showed the thick right leg of Jewel retreating from the back of WildKat’s bull neck. There was a wicked grin on the massive red-head’s face as she quickly faded back into obscurity. Diana needed no second invitation and charged the fallen woman at full speed.

Kat quickly shook her head and focused in on her charging duplicate. As the purple-clad WildKat copy accelerated towards her, she quickly gathered her strength coiled her body like some monstrously muscled python ready to strike. The earth shook with each thunderous step. Each step came slightly faster than the last. Just as Diana was about to reach her, Kat lunged forward with everything she had, thrusting both legs hard into the ground. The pavement collapsed under her massive push, then she began to accelerate forward as her legs straightened out. Kat flew towards Diana at speeds no person should be able to move at, and certainly not accelerate to in such a short distance. Instead of driving her shoulder into Diana’s midsection, Kat felt something incredibly hard smash into the bottom of her chin with a power only she thought she was capable of.

Meg and Amanda smiled to each other and immediately began to close in as they watched Diana deliver a vicious knee straight to the chin of the lunging Kat. Such blows have ended many a fighter’s career, induced concussions, dislodged teeth, rendered near-instantaneous unconsciousness, but Kat suffered none of these effects. It did however send her spiraling backwards to smash face first into the building façade upside down. Less than a second later a shimmering form jerked the massive woman out of the wall by her arm and used the massively muscled appendage as a fulcrum driving her into the air and then into a supersonic arc where she was driven face first again into the ground.

The windows were still rattling from Diana’s knee to Kat’s chin when Jewel’s blow sent up a hail of black asphalt into the air.

Before the asphalt began to fall, Diana was on Kat’s back, her massive right bicep digging into the throat of Kat. Her legs wrapped around Kat’s waist, and her feet wrapped on the inside of Kat’s thighs.

The massive Kat bucked and twisted throwing Diana onto her back as Kat reached to try and pull away Diana’s arm. A powerful kick from Jewel into Kat’s oblique distracted her long enough for Diana to looped her left arm under Kat’s and locked Diana’s left forearm in sealing the choke hold, but not before the mad flailing of the disadvantaged colossus tripped up titanic red-head sending her plummeting to the ground. A moment later, the massive hand of Kat closed around Jewel’s neck, causing the massive red-headed amazon to reflexively suck in a deep breath. It was dumb luck, but sometimes that’s all it takes.

On her way to the grappling heroes, Meg ripped a steel I-beam from the rubble of the fallen building, delaying her arrival by a scant few seconds thus allowing Amanda to reach the fray first.

Jewel, her concentration broken, shimmered into view as she began struggling to break the iron grip of Kat. She wouldn’t have to wait long. A powerful crack of force freed the hand from around Jewel’s neck as the heel of Amanda’s foot slammed down into the inside of Kat’s elbow.

“Fuck!” she roared then quickly balled her right hand into a fist and slammed it back down. The blow only sent up a shower of debris as her fist cracked the pavement, just missing Jewel who had rolled out of the way a moment before. Already Jewel was disappearing from sight as her shimmering silhouette rose from the ground.

Meg watched the two titans struggle for a few moments. It seemed the purple-clad Diana had the advantage for the moment, but there was still a danger the struggling Kat could break free. As she watched, her fingers dug grooves into the shrieking metal. Meg stepped carefully around Kat and Diana’s massive flailing forms. Their struggles ruptured the asphalt sending a spider web of cracks in all directions around them. When she had her opening, Meg slammed the I-beam into WildKat’s midsection in one powerful, downward, piston-like stroke. The metal screamed along with Kat as the heavy steel warped into a negative image of the massive woman’s abdominals.

As the air rushed out of Kat’s lungs, she ceased her struggles, and the momentary stalemate ended. Diana looped her feet over her opponent’s hips, arched her back, and locked the choke hold in tight. Kat’s right arm was pulled straight as a large shimmering form wrapped herself around the bulging and straining muscles of Kat’s arm and began to apply excruciating pressure against the massive bikini-clad woman’s shoulder.

Deprived of her arms, WildKat struggled and fought with the only weapons she had left available to her—her gigantic legs. She kicked out at anything she thought she could, but desperate flailings are often easily avoided. Kat’s were no exception. Meg and Amanda just stepped back a little and made sure that Jewel and Diana kept control of the fight.

Each mad struggle, each flailing attempt to break free deprived her of more oxygen, more energy and applied more pressure to her already strained shoulder. Each struggle became progressively weaker and weaker. A few seconds later the massive and seemingly unstoppable WildKat didn’t even have enough strength left to scream when Jewel wrenched the massive woman’s arm from her shoulder socket. The sickening pop and tearing of tendons and ligaments along with the faint wheezing of Kat caused the amazon onlookers to wince.

“That’s… That’s enough.”

Meg had barely let the words escape her lip when a blinding flash of light engulfed the bikini-clad behemoth and Kat vanished just as quickly as she had arrived.

It was finally over.

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Later the next day, Meg, Amanda, Jewel and Diana finally recover as every scratch, wound, and broken bone has been healed by their super charged systems. Only remnants of the blood soaked test suits lie tattered on the floor. The battle with Kat weighs heavily on our minds. We're back to normal in a matter of hours but what of the other innocent people hurt? What about Belle?

We walk downstairs to a house filled with floral bouquets and bags of mail. “Good morning heroes” Josh says as Nick, Benji and George begin a roaring round of applause. "It seems you have a few more fans now" Benji adds as he opens the curtains to an army of media, fans and supporters camped out on the front lawn.

"How's Belle?" Diana asks.

"The doctor's have stabilized her condition." Josh tells us with a look like he's holding something back. He moves on to another topic but we press him for more. Josh finally tells us we can visit her later which will have to suffice for the moment.

George walks in with a plate of food and motions everyone into the dining room. Repairs to the mansion have started (see Stir Crazy) as we sit amidst replacement drywall and construction equipment.

Josh stands at the head of the table as we sit around the table. “I wanted to say first how proud I am of everyone. You have proven to be heroes, not only to the local community but the entire world.” Nick turns on the television and starts flipping through channels. Every station shows footage of our battle with WildKat.

“The time has come and the world needs heroes, especially now in these trying times. No more hiding you from the media. No more endless hours in the lab or being cooped up in the mansion. The world needs you... are you be willing to help those in need? To fight evil in this world? Are you ready to become The Buffies?

A round of cheers are heard from everyone... well, almost everyone.

“Benji, you’re up.” Josh motions to the red headed lab tech. He steps out for a moment and comes back with four boxes and hands one to each of the girls.

“Here's a little present from all of us” he says as we rip them open like it's Christmas morning. Inside the box is a special, custom made suit for each us. Each one is slightly different but have a uniform look for the brand new Super team.

“These are a little more durable than the lab suits and should offer you more protection” he says as Jewel holds the tiny pink suit up to her massive body and laughs. "Ummm, these are so supposed to give us protection?"

Benji ignores the giggles and continues on. "They include a little something extra we developed from the exhaustive testing we put the four of you through. We’ve isolated the biometric strain responsible for your enormous strength and unique extra ability. We've only scratched the surface in replication… but Nick and I have found a way to incorporate an artificial dampener to temporarily buffer the neural transmitters."

Nick sees the blank look on our faces from Benji's tech talk and gives us the English translation. “You can change back to your normal selves!” and shows a tiny device woven into the fabric of the suits. "It will mask your strength and abilities, you will essentially be the same as you were before the captivity."

Josh continues, "The unit has a limited battery life, so we've incorporated a bio-thermal recharge system. You can be normal as long as you're wearing the suits."

The reaction of the Buffies is mixed. Why would we ever want to go back to being normal, yet Meg feels overjoyed with this news. So many opportunities and possibilities for the future. We can go out without being noticed, maybe even return to our old lives or continue saving the world as the Buffies.

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That afternoon, we walk into the Critical Care Unit of Mailibu General. No stares or hushed comments as Josh escorts four women down the corridor. One has red hair, one is a brunette and two are lovely blondes. All look fit and drop dead gorgeous, but that's nothing out of the ordinary for Southern California.

The doctor meets us in the waiting room and prepares to give us the news. "You've got a tough friend there..." he says as while checking his charts. "... and frankly, we're amazed she's survived this long. There's a long road ahead for her, but she should pull through."

"Can we see her?" Amanda asks. The doctor nods yes, "Just keep it brief."

We're not quite prepared for the sight as we walk into Belle's room. Our friend lies unconscious, most of her body covered with bandages, tubes and wires going to a host of life-support equipment. Beside her sits a thin man with a runner’s build and that we instantly recognize.

His face looks tired from the long hours by her side but lets out a kind smile as he stands to introduce himself. "Hello, my name is Cel. Belle and I have been partners for years at the Sentinel... the closest thing she has to family here in the States." We expect him to remember us but we look so different since the last time we met, even if Meg hadn't wiped his memories from the Halloween party.

Cel gives us the update on Belle. "I should have been there with her. Maybe... I could have done something." Jewel feels his pain and comforts him with a hug. Josh steps forward and tells him, "There's nothing you could have done." Cel's expression changes as he notices the man standing behind the four beauties. We can feel tension rise between them and Cel politely excuses himself. Josh waits a moment then follows Cel down the hall.

Belle's eyes slowly open and she let's out a low groan. Her voice is weak and it takes a minute for her eyes to adjust as she looks upon her visitors.

"Is it the drugs in me or do you four look different? That bitch must have knocked the muscle clean out of you." The attempted laughter quickly turns to more groans of pain. "Don't know what all the fuss was about. I could've taken that bitch all by myself."

A nurse comes in and asks us to leave. Belle smiles just before going unconscious again. Diana leans over and whispers in her ear, "Everything will be OK, we promise!"

Next on The Buffies

The Buffies

2010-03-15T10:51:00.000-07:00

A new Buffies ID pic I whipped up for our DeviantArt page. Check it out at thebuffies.deviantart.com

Meg's Growth: Week 8

2010-03-15T08:55:00.000-07:00

Previously Week 7 Next Week 9
My ongoing, real-time, Audience Participation journey to becoming the ultimate muscle woman. Story addition comments take place in real time so help me grow.

I've been on the Myostatin juice for nearly a month now and the gains have been phenomenal. I only took one injection but it has supersaturated my body for weeks, along with my doctor prescribed mild steroid for Arrhythmia. The effect is beginning to wear off and deciding whether or not to take another dose.

I've added well over 50 lbs of pure muscle since I began keeping track. The rate slowed a bit after the first week's amazing 20lb gainer but the quality and density have multiplied. I've made astonishing new personal records and am really putting Angelo's equipment to the test. It seems to help taking my new sexual frustration out on the cold steel.

I get stares everywhere I go and people whisper as I walk by. Is this what real bodybuilders go through? I'm sure my enormous breasts have a little to do with it too. 38GG... good thing I've got the added muscle for support. It's made me think more about that local bodybuilding contest. My first thought was to enter as a lightweight but after reviewing last years video, I could easily win the Middleweight division. It's three weeks away and will train even more intensely. I wonder if Myostatin would show up in a standard drug screening?

Time to check in with Andrew and get an update on the security pass. >>

Bellewatch

2010-03-12T08:55:00.000-08:00

Bellewatch by ~Synthya on deviant ART

Diana's quickly becoming a Poser Master. Check out her latest amazing depiction of Belle on the beaches of Malibu.

Belle at the office

2010-03-10T09:15:00.000-08:00

Belle at the office by ~Synthya on deviant ART
The most of you know our newest Buffie member already. Belle is a reporter on a local newspaper in Malibu and fixated herself on us after the first time she heard about us.

So here I present you the beautiful Belle in her home office. I bet she just arrived home after a really 'big' interview

Meg's Growth: Week 7

2010-03-08T08:22:00.000-08:00

Previously Week 6 Next Week 8
My ongoing, real-time, Audience Participation journey to becoming the ultimate muscle woman. Story addition comments take place in real time so help me grow.

Another record gain week for the Megster. My heart feels stronger and my body is unstoppable. I've tried to lighten up on the workouts but I figured "what's the point". My body is super-charged and demands extreme lifting for any sort of gains. Body weight continues to increase as body fat decreases... my development and transformation has been dramatic, to say the least. I'm beginning to have a bodybuilders body and in such a short time. I'm soooo excited. My trainer has been keeping a close eye on my astonishing progress. He mentioned an amateur bodybuilding show coming up in San Fransisco and thought I might be interested. It could be fun to show off my body, especially since I've had to lay low for awhile.

Aside from the mysterious notes last week, my Guardian has been quiet. I remain watchful and while I haven't gone off the grid completely, I've stopped using credit cards and cell phones. I also changed my route to work and anything routine in my life. Some things I can't (or won't) change unless forced. I'm curious to how it will all play out.

I've been wearing baggy clothes to work lately and Bill from sales stopped by to taunt me. While I've been gaining weight and muscle, my body fat has been drastically dropping, giving me more gaunt features and an appearance of weight loss. "Not gonna win a rematch by drinking non-fat latte's girly" he said with a smirk while patting his ever growing girth. What a dick, but he may be my best motivation yet and it won't be long till a rematch at the pace I'm going. >>

The Buffies DA Group

2010-03-05T14:18:00.000-08:00

For all of you on DeviantArt, check out the brand new, official Buffies group page and become a member.

thebuffies.deviantart.com

Meg hearts Jimbo

2010-03-05T08:08:00.000-08:00

Thanks to my new buddy Jimbo for these great pics he did for me. I absolutely LOVE when people send me stuff, so here's a super big hug to my new sweetie!

XOXO Meg

Megan + Belle

2010-03-04T10:51:00.001-08:00

Here's a new story from me & Belle to you. It promises to be HOTT so we hope you enjoy.

I had just come home from a workout when I got a surprise call from Belle. She sounded distraught and needed a place to stay for awhile. I didn't ask why and offered her my place to crash. The apartment is kind of small (and very messy) but I'm always there for a friend in need. Besides, it would be fun to have a roommate for a few days.

Now, I haven't known Belle for long but we've become good friends fast. She is awesome and we have so much fun together... sometimes too much fun. How much trouble could we possibly get into?

We both share a passion for muscles, trained together a few times and even traded secrets on how to get stronger. It's almost become a friendly contest on who can get the biggest.

When she shows up at the door, I'm amazed at how great she looks. She's added some muscle mass since I last saw her, even her breasts look bigger. I would be jealous if I hadn't grown too. She drops her bags and gives a big hug. It lasts longer than a normal "hello" hug and I can tell something is bothering her.

I show her to my 2nd bedroom which I've been using as a home office. It has a futon which makes a great make-shift bed for visitors. She plops down and begins to cry. Something is definitely wrong. I hate to pry and will let her tell me when she's ready. In the meantime, I put my arms around her and hold her tight.

I start to feel a little dizzy the longer I hold her but shake it off. Does she feel more muscular? Belle gets up and the dizziness fades. My god, she does look bigger.

She starts to dry her eyes and looks at me. "Meg, there's something I need to tell you"... >>

Meg Press

2010-03-03T09:46:00.000-08:00

Mav caught me in the middle of a workout. Good thing I didn't drop the weights on him when he startled me :D

XOXO Meg

Meg's Growth: Week 6

2010-03-01T07:39:00.000-08:00

Previously Week 5 Next Week 7
My ongoing, real-time, Audience Participation journey to becoming the ultimate muscle woman. Story addition comments take place in real time so help me grow.

I met with my trainer and have an updated muscle status. I've gained almost 10 lbs in just over a week ago. I didn't think it would all be muscle gain but I was wrong... very wrong.

We got an accurate body fat percentage and discovered it had significantly dropped even with my weight gain. A professional bodybuilder can gain 3-4 pounds of pure muscle in a week during heavy training. I gained close to 20 and my workouts aren't even close to a professionals routine.

Needless to say we were both shocked and he redid the measurements. Same result.

Now, I have been feeling much stronger but havn't examined my progress with all the problems last week. I'm friggin' ripped and getting bigger by the minute. I took just one dose of the Myostatin at the slightly increased dosage and was expecting 5-8 lbs of growth. Something happened.

I did some checking on the samples to see why. The vials were for animal testing and I assumed they meant typical small lab animals. These samples were designated as phase II... bovine! It makes sense since the beef industry is a major contributor to the project. I'm glad I didn't take Greg's recommendation of 200 times the amount. My body is over saturated already and there's enough in me to last another month. Not sure whether to take advantage of the increased Myostatin and lift even heavier or take it easy, like my doctor said. >>

Closeups

2010-02-26T07:48:00.000-08:00

Leave it to Mav to get the Closeup shot. It doesn't leave much to the imagination, so get an eye full of every glorious curve.

Meg's Growth: Week 5

2010-02-22T07:52:00.000-08:00

Previously Week 4 Next Week 6
My ongoing, real-time AP journey to becoming the ultimate muscle woman. Story addition comments take place in real time.

That last note really scared me and I had to put some distance between me and home. I headed west last night and didn't stop until a couple hours later. I ended up in a small town on the outskirts of Yosemite. It's small and desolate except for an old hotel and a WalMart (go figure).

After the long drive, I felt a little better... but not much. I didn't have time to pack anything, so I grabbed a few essentials at WalMart and checked into the hotel. The desk clerk looked a little sleazy and kept watching me. I kind of wanted to find another place but my body was exhausted. The strenuous workout, shock from the note and long drive had finally taken it's toll.

Surprisingly, I slept pretty good and the sun is shining this morning. I opened the curtains to a gorgeous view... and no one around anywhere. I feel safe for the moment and can hopefully figure out my next move.

The first thing I have to do is call in to work. My supervisor won't be happy but I have a few personal days and now seems like a good time to use them.

I also need to keep up with my training and think I saw an old workout room in the hotel. My first week with experimental Myostatin treatments is complete. So far, I've noticed a little extra muscle gain, less fatigue and shorter recovery time. Not sure what all the hype about it is yet.

I have to adjust the dosage so hopefully this week I'll see some real gains. My buddy Greg mentioned humans require 200 times the dosage of a small animal. That's what the samples are formulated for (since human testing is still illegal). I didn't increase it that much but upped it 10x. It will deplete my supply in no time and am worried about ordering again through the company. I fudged files & records the first time and not sure how long I can get away with it. I'm on thin ice with my supervisor anyways.

I need to find a new steady supplier of Myostatin if I want to continue. >>

Meg's Growth: Week 4

2010-02-15T08:10:00.000-08:00

Previously Week 3 Next Week 5
My ongoing, real-time AP journey to becoming the ultimate muscle woman. Story addition comments take place in real time.

I had a hot date for Valentine's Day but not the kind you may think.

I was at the gym and pushing the weights pretty hard when he approached me. Angelo has become my adopted Grandfather and always looks out for me, but I've been avoiding him since sleeping in his office the other day. "My Megan" he says in his thick accent. I turn to him, look into his kind eyes and begin to break down. I feel like my life has been an emotional roller coaster the last few weeks. The issues at work, a strange stalker, late nights and constant working out. He comforts me without saying a word and invites me to his place for dinner.

His house has the same feeling as his gym. Simple, old and full of character. That's one of the reasons I go to his gym. It's not flashy and fake like the strip mall chains. They have more programs, fancier equipment and lots of young attractive people, but it feels plastic to me.

He gives me a bowl of the best Goulash I've ever had. "An old family recipe" he tells me with a wink. I begin to pour my heart out to him and don't stop until he's heard my entire life's story. After my second piece of Bukta (I'd never heard of it either), we finish up and I feel better. I give him a big hug and head home. It feels good to have someone that truly cares and listens without judging. The weeks ahead will still be a struggle but it's nice to know someone has my back.

I sip my big mug of coffee and set it next to my keyboard. It's Monday morning and I'm starting out a new week. I feel healthy, both mentally and definitely physically. I'm excited at my new possibilities with the Myostatin blockers and other goodies that came in the package. I open my purse and see the un-opened containers and contemplate when to begin. Should I begin? >>

My Valentine

2010-02-14T08:43:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone & Happy Valentine's Day. Some people say it's a "Hallmark" holiday but how can you be cynical about love. Whether you have someone special or are alone today, remember that love is the most important thing.

All my love,
Meg

Meg's Growth: Week 3

2010-02-08T07:21:00.000-08:00

Previously Week 2 Next Week 4
My ongoing, real-time AP journey to becoming the ultimate muscle woman. Story addition comments take place in real time.

I feel sooo good this Monday! I got much needed sleep and still managed a few heavy workouts this weekend. My body feels great and super strong. My trainer noticed the changes right away. The developing muscles have taken a firmer, sinewy tone. Also, the exercise has supercharged my metabolism and any body fat seems to be melting away.

I've been thinking more about Myostatin blockers and doing a bit of research. It's not available for human testing yet, but research labs can get authorization for animal testing samples. Good thing I work at a research facility.

Although I've never used my computer skills for personal gain, I think its time to do something for ME. My company doesn't have a need for Myostatin but luckily I can fudge some records, move funds around and order a small shipment. The subroutines are untraceable and Dr. Meg is about to start a new experiment.

The shipment should arrive in a week. In the meantime, I plan to stick to my new rigorous workout routine. >>

Meg's Growth: Week 2

2010-02-01T08:22:00.000-08:00

Previously Week 1 Next Week 3
My ongoing, real-time AP journey to becoming the ultimate muscle woman. Story addition comments take place in real time.

Got up early today for an workout. Taking it simple with a light jog to do some cardio. My muscle soreness is gone and am amazed how fast the body recovers, especially my body. I felt completely energized when I returned, showered and got ready for work.

When I arrived and got to my desk, I saw a pink 5 lb dumbell with a note next to my computer. It said "Better luck next time". I heard some laughing from far away and looked towards the sales department. I could see Bill mocking me in "hulk smash" pose. That asshole!

Looks like I'll be hitting the company gym at lunch today and everyday from now on. I might as well ask Angelo if I can rent the back room since all my free time will be there. My goal now is to become stronger than any man... and I will succeed!

We're getting ready for our production meeting so I have to go but will keep you updated. >>

A Little Latenight Loonacy

2010-01-28T07:56:00.000-08:00

Written for me by CrazyCurt

All I've ever wanted for most of my life was a woman with ever burgeoning muscles.

A goddess of the extreme who has the strength of lifting my cat.

He's really fat. Me? Not so much. Ah I love dying.

One day I was walking my cat ... yes on a leash ... and I went down. Things make me fall and suffer and I go into seizures. In rain. And wet. And alone. Well here came Meg. I never would've thought this would happen.

Dressed in a dark leather outfit that barely fit her massive thighs and bis, here I am, a cat on a leash, staring at the most massive and gorgeous female of all time. She's towering over me, glistening and rippling muscle by every inch of her fabulous work, knowing I am a weakling ... with a cat.

"Hi may I help you?", she asked with a flex of shoulders beyond belief.

"breewooba duff nurber fleh?" I said stupidly, beyond the realm of stupid.

With one bicep-bulging arm she picked me up, and I ain't into to lift and carry stuff but hey I was lying dead in the rain. Here's Meg to the rescue. And then my cat ran off weirdly. I am in no condition to deal with that cat.

Meg Is.

She got him.

Imagine a woman the size of a truck able to run faster than a cat. And save your life. And still flex every muscle in her wickedly hot body, with a glowing smile that would kill any man.

I am smitten but lucky to be alive.

I miss you Megan, but you are not forgotten.

Diana Photo Shoot

2010-01-27T14:06:00.000-08:00

More amazing art from Paddy86. Think he may be working his way through the Buffies? Hope so.

“She’s Here!” Someone shouted.
Damn it! I was hoping I wouldn’t be noticed if I slipped through the backdoor…at least for awhile.

A mob of people ran towards me.
“You’re looking Beautiful Diana,” an older man said. Read More >>

Meg at the Pub

2010-01-26T07:28:00.001-08:00

Here's a great new pic from Paddy86. Thanks babe!

The second Meg walked into the pub a hundred fans surrounded her.
Signing autographs she saw me and asked, “ready for my photo-shoot?”
I said smiling, “I sure am!” >>

Meg's Growth: Week 1

2010-01-25T13:16:00.000-08:00

Next Week 2
A fan wrote in and wanted to do a AP growth story on a smaller/slower scale. To highlight the struggle and sweat it takes to achieve strength. I think it's a great idea and will start a new ongoing series dedicated to my daily journey to becoming huge. Nothing magical, mystical or scientific here, just hard work and proper training. Lets do this in real-time, so each new comment takes place at the time of writing.

I'll post a new entry each Monday to start the week off. Please be mindful to follow what was written before you. You can add new characters & twists but it must make sense. I'll start it off.

It's lunchtime on Monday. The week's starting off like every other and am already thinking about the weekend. Our normal Monday morning production meeting went long and did all I could to stay awake.

Now, I don't hate my job, it just get boring and monotonous. The work itself is exciting but processes, policies and management can be a real bummer.

One of the few perks is the company fitness center. That's where I am now. Angelo's is still my main gym but it's nice to have a light mid day workout to take my mind off work's problems. Besides, I'm really trying to gain some mass and workout whenever possible. It's almost become an addiction for me.

My trainer at Angelo's gave me some prescription supplements. Nothing illegal, but the best at what's available on the open market. He's been drilling proper techniques into me and have been mostly following them. "Don't overdo it" and "Plenty of rest between..." blah, blah, blah, I get it. It must work because I've been drooling over his body for months now. Maybe someday he'll ask me out.

Working on arms today and going through curls. Barbell, concentration, hammer, preacher, you name it. I've enjoyed the nice little bicep I've acquired and love imagining it bigger. My strength has really increased over the past few month's and have already beaten my previous 150 lb bench record. It's only the beginning. With hard work and patience... someday I'll be the biggest. >>

Mondays!

2010-01-25T06:42:00.001-08:00

Getting ready for the week. Oh, the dread of Monday's. Here's something from Mav that brightened my day and hopefully yours too.

Have a great week, luv ya!

The Lotion

2010-01-20T15:05:00.000-08:00

It's been really dry at work and I keep a small bottle of lotion with me. Don't laugh, moisturizing is important. I was rubbing some in & started thinking of a new story idea. Meg + lotion = muscle growth. Sure it's been done before but isn't it always a little more fun with me ;D

I'll make it Audience Participation so please write in. I know you're thinking to yourself "...but I don't wanna help Meg get big". Well tough luck buddy, this blog needs your help and I want muscles. Now give them to me dammit! I'm feeling saucy today... let's get started.

Lab environments can be hazardous. Icky substances, high voltage equipment and unknown specimens. It's funny, but what bothers me most is the constant ventilation systems that dries my skin out.

I always have a bottle of lotion with me but today I used up the last of it. Crap. I can probably just wait until the end of the day and pick up some on my way home.

A couple hours go by and I get itchy. The vents are blowing harder now and I feel like I'm shriveling.

Jan is an older, overweight lady that sits in the office across from me. We are cordial but wouldn't call us friends. She's big into scrapbooking and goes on and on about it every time I enter her office. I'll have to suck it up and ask her for lotion.

After twenty minutes of checking out her latest card stocks & rubber stamps, I finally get a word in and ask her if she has any lotion. "Sorry, Meggy" she says.

Now my skin is super itchy, I've lost brain cells listening to Jan and annoyed at being Meggy. I march down the hall looking for lotion.

Some of the lab boys might have some, hell, most have some sort of skin condition. I love them though. Their very sweet and I can get about anything from them with minimal flirting. It's been tough coming up with excuses not to go out with them now that I've been dating again. I try not to be mean, they're just not what I'm looking for.

Everyone is gone. Must be some sort of meeting.

I look around a bit. I love seeing what they're working on. Lots of formulas and equipment I don't understand. I'm CIS and we don't even come close to speaking the same language but it fascinates me.

Looking in a disposal bin, I see what looks like a bottle of Jergen's. Jackpot! You can never be too careful with these lab guys, so I open the bottle to smell it. Seems about right.

Back at my office, I pour a little lotion into my hand and start to rub it up and down my arm. The consistency seems a little off. It doesn't really seem to be moisturizing either. After a couple minutes I begin feeling a strange sensation... >>

Amanda's Coming!

2010-01-19T14:24:00.000-08:00

Well... not really. She's been absent for a few months and has turned off her Buffie signal. We presume she's out saving the world or more likely getting into trouble at this point.

Cele7110 is a master of detail and has put us all through the ringer to get the most accurate depictions. Since Amanda is missing, he & Diana are teaming up to give us an Amanda CG model. I can't wait to see what they come up with.

Here's a look back on other artists depiction of Amanda.

2010-01-15T14:48:00.000-08:00

I'm finishing work up early and heading to the gym. Have a super weekend everyone!

XOXO Meg

Diana's New Look

2010-01-11T07:04:00.001-08:00

Here's Diana restyled in Buffie-pink and sporting a new look.
A co-op project between and . Cel provides the basic body shape, pose, lighting, and costume. Synthya has reworked the hair, face, background, and skin texture.

The little girl and the tree

2010-01-09T07:41:00.001-08:00

Her answer: "But mom, it wasn't a big tree."
Here's something new from Diana. Check out her DeviantArt page for all her awesomeness!

My Big Belly

2010-01-07T07:17:00.000-08:00

So, the bad news is I've gained 9 lbs since Halloween. Thanksgiving & Christmas were a little indulgent this year... oops. What's wrong with a little more of me to love?

The good news is I've been working really hard since New Years and have already lost nearly 4 lbs. Woohoo!

Luv ya, Meg

The Buffies - Kat's Back part 1

2010-01-05T10:38:00.000-08:00

Previously on The Buffies
Written by Meg

It’s noon in downtown Malibu as crowds people are gathered around for lunch and shopping. A beam of white light fills the city center but no one seems to notice.

As the phenomenon fades, a hulking women steps out from the light. Her hair is long and jet black with bangs reminiscent of Bettie Page. She stands 9 feet tall, wearing a black string bikini that looks ready to burst from the massive muscles pushing behind it. Her black thigh-high boots and long gloves bulge to the brink of obliteration.

She steps forward and the ground trembles.

WildKat looks around and the lunch crowds begin to notice her. Buffiemania is in full swing yet no one has seen one of the mythical four yet. This must be one of them, they think and they rush to meet her.

It doesn’t take long to realize their mistake.

Kat’s plan is simple. She knows the four are in the general region, she just needs to draw them out. Gripping the corner of the closest building, Kat’s powerful hands dig in as the brick begins to crumble. Her actions are lightning fast and it takes no time to tear down the old establishment.

As the bricks, mortar and steel fly, the crowd begins to flee in terror. WildKat doesn’t care and seems to be enjoying herself. It’s finally a chance to give this body a proper workout since creation day. “Where are you” she cries out, barely audible over the crowd and destruction. As the last remnants of the building fall she moves onto the next

In a matter of minutes, police arrive on the scene. Her enhanced senses detect helicopters approaching in the distance but she continues on.

“This is the police,” blares the officer through the bullhorn. “Stop what you are doing and...” She ignores them. They give her another verbal warning. With no reaction, a single shot rings out but it simply bounces off of Kat.

She’s never been shot at in this new body and just smiles, knowing now that her muscles are denser than steel traveling faster than sound. The police open fire and a barrage of bullets do nothing more than annoy her.

Picking up the closest car, WildKat hurls it across the barricaded street, smashing into the first wave of police. They are sent flying back for blocks as she continues on her path.

Kat grabs a large I-beam from a building, causing a landslide of fiberglass, wood beams and brick from the falling building. She walks to the street and digs it deep into the concrete. A message is being carved as the choppers come even closer.

__________________________________

Later that night back at the mansion, we’re glued to the TV watching the destruction live on the newscast. The News 5 reporter on the scene describes the situation, high above from the safety of the chopper.

“…and a few city blocks have been lain to ruin by what has been called the Northwestern Dust Devil. The local and California State police have had no luck stopping this menace and the National Guard have been called in.”

The news chopper circles the area and focuses in on a particular area. “We’re now seeing a message scrawled into the street…” the reporter comments as the camera zooms in. Etched in concrete over the entire length of the street are the words “You’re Next!”

We know immediately what this means. It was the taunt for months by our captor. Every day would end with these words and thought of our destruction in the coming hours or days. The dust on screen and we see a close-up of her. Katherine!

The reaction is instantaneous and we head to the scene. Josh stops us and pleads that we change first. We’re still half naked from the beach. “Your testing suits will offer the most protection and we can monitor you.” he tells us as we run up to change into our form fitting purple test suits.

It takes but a moment and when we come back down, Benji adds remote monitoring. “This will give us results we can’t simulate in the lab.” he says while affixing the last one to Meg. He looks up at her and says “Please be careful.”

Josh leads us to an area of the mansion we’ve never seen before and says he has a surprise waiting. “We’re wasting time!” Jewel cries out but he continues down the corridor. We reach a large steel door and Josh enters a code. A retinal scan confirms his identity and the entryway opens.

Inside sits the most exotic plane we’ve ever seen. “This is an experimental aircraft prototype I’ve been developing for the government.” he tells us as we walk into the hangar bay. “Faster than a Scramjet with vertical hover capability… and it seats six.”

Josh opens the rear hatch and walks up into the jet. “It’s called a Quick Deployment Personnel Interceptor or QDPI for short.” he explains. Ducking our heads, we get in and find our seats a little snug. Josh hits a button to compensate and they expand to accommodate our full body mass.

Meg strokes the inside of the sleek high-tech aircraft. “Well CUTIEPIE, welcome to the Buffies. We’ll get you a nice pink paint job to match in no time.” Josh shakes his head in disbelief as he goes through the startup procedure.

Belle makes her way through the Buffies and straps into the co-pilot seat. Josh quickly protests. “No, find your own transportation” he yells but she doesn’t move. Belle’s resolve and tenacity are legendary. He’s still upset with her and frankly doesn’t trust this news reporter. He throws her a fierce look and says “I can’t allow you to come along…” but is cut off.

Belle lays into him. We only hear bits of “…how dare you…” and “…I’d like to see you try…” coming from the front in strong British accent. Josh is used to being completely in charge and doesn’t take orders from anyone… but not this time.

“… and I want this story” are her final words as Josh gives in and prepares to take off. The hotheaded blonde wins this round and we couldn’t admire her more at this moment.

Cutiepie quietly rises a few feet into the air then takes off through a dark tunnel. We emerge from a cliff overlooking the ocean. It only takes a moment to reach downtown Malibu and the wreckage looks far worse than we thought.

Josh switches to hover mode and pilots the plane lower, but staying out of Kat’s reach. The back hatch door opens and four Buffies dressed in purple jumpsuits dive out to the ground below. Diana jokes “Who needs parachutes” as the stand from the small craters they’ve just created.

WildKat senses the tremors caused by the four massively muscle-bound maidens. She stops her path of destruction and turns to see the Buffies running towards her. She smiles and says “It’s about time!”

OK friends, now I need your help. The fight scene will be audience participation so please write in and help us kick Kat’s ass. The rules are simple. No main character dies and the Buffies win in the end. I’ll post the ending once WildKat is defeated.

XOXO Meg

Belle – Before & After

2010-01-04T11:04:00.001-08:00

How could you resist either one? Here's Belle's fabulous before & after transformation comparison from Cele7110.

Action News Brief

2010-01-03T06:50:00.000-08:00

Channel 5 Action News with Phoebe Stardragon

In an undoubtedly devastating exchange of assaults this Saturday morning, twenty men-in-black have been found dead, strewn over the streets of Bunker Hill, Los Angeles, some of them stripped of most of their clothes, others in grotesque positions. Their destroyed bodies were greeted with shock by the early risers of Los Angeles. Among the dead were several prominent figures of the Los Angeles community

Noteable traces of gunpowder and C-4 waste were found at the scene, in addition to excessive messes of rubble and ruins of several famous office buildings. Inexplicably, the confounding metal carcasse of several howitzers were also found within the district.

Forensic scientists deployed to the region said “Contrary to popular belief, none of the dead were killed, or touched, by firearms or howitzer shells.” Instead, investigating detectives have labelled their cause of death as “Unarmed Physical Assault.”

There have also been reports that the CIA have been involved in this incident. Said NCS CMO Mr. Walters this morning: “The CIA, in collaboration with the NCS and domestic security forces, have sent several of its elite operatives to this operation.”

The involvement of these operatives in this case have been speculated to be an optimistic bid at halting what Californians have affectionately labelled as “The Northwestern Dust Devil”, an unknown individual thought to be responsible for the recent, unexplained cases of destruction on Californian roads. It is unknown whether this is true, but Jason Carnes has deemed it to be very likely.

“The Dust Devil has caused billions of dollars' worth of damage to the suburbs and road towns of California,” he added, when asked about the individual. “Reported sightings of this person have proven most unbelievable and unnerving.”

According to recent reports, the supposed Northwestern Dust Devil has caused the destruction of several road towns in California, including (insert town) and (insert town). Damages have been estimated at 1000 homes, 200 casualties and some 4000 homeless.

In an asserted unrelated incident on the same day, the chief scientist of Newfoundland Biotechnologies, Katherine Johnson has been spotted (for the first time in many years) on the beaches of California. She was reported missing…

Belle of the Buffies 2

2010-01-02T06:24:00.000-08:00

We've had a few previews of Belle in Buffie form the last couple weeks along with the "before" shots. Now here she is... massive, powerful, kick-ass, sexy and dripping with muscle thanks to our good friend Cele7110.

Happy New Year

2009-12-31T07:18:00.000-08:00

Here's a special New Year's wish from Belle. On behalf of all the Buffies, we wish you a Happy New Year. Photo from Cele7110.