The Flirt

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The Flirt: Part 6
MOOSE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing. Concentrate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Christ what have I done.

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The Flirt

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The Flirt: Part 5
Qualified

To say I was “built” was putting it mildly. Venice Beach was the Mecca for bodybuilding, so I left my home in the middle of the night with what little money I had and decided to make a new start. No need to pack much since my clothes didn’t fit anymore. I grabbed an extra pair of loose sweats then left my parents a note and a kiss on their sleeping cheeks as I crept out the door.

I drove through the night and arrived at first light. Muscle Beach.

After a quick bite to eat, my first stop was a local beach-ware shop to get a new bikini and wrap. Straight from the dressing room to the checkout counter, I could tell the young male clerk was doing his best not to stare. He rung me out and I gave hive a little extra swagger as I walked out the door.

I immediately felt at home as 5’ 9” ripped young hardbody. I could really experiment with my special gift here.

I lived out of my car for the first week or so and loved to spend nights on the beach. I paraded around to the local gyms and beach spots and it didn’t take long to grab the attention of some top bodybuilders around Muscle Beach. They took me in, ready to mold and shape me into a top Figure competitor. I was soon offered Anobolics, HGH and other black market enhancements. I accepted them all, but didn’t take a one. It was simply cover for my sudden growth about to happen.

Over the next few weeks I spent most of my time at the gym, working out a little but mostly flirting with the guys that liked strong muscular woman. I drew their desires, molding my body to their idea of feminine muscular perfection. Very soon I was ripped (although I ate like a pig) and gained thicker, stronger muscle. My breasts even grew bigger which some thought was a boob job. Nope, just my little special gift.

Money was running out and hadn’t found an apartment. A photographer came to the gym looking for fresh talent. Not one of the top names I’d seen but he did good work. He was smitten and asked if I would model for him. I gladly took the money for spending the next few hours on the beach in quite honestly the smallest bikini I’ve ever seen. The photos soon hit the internet and spread like wildfire. It didn’t take long for a buzz about the new girl on Muscle Beach and sponsorship and modeling offers started coming in.

I hired a serious pro trainer to look legit and an agent to manage my sponsorship & modeling offers. Both soon pressured me to take the next step and start competing. They saw meteoric growth and thought I had potential to be a top pro. Why not, I knew I could build better muscles quicker than anyone and decided to enter the State Qualifier. I had come to town with a Figure level physique, but in no time grew to the dense musculature of Women’s Physique.

It was late at night laying on the beach, deserted with stars shining bright. I’m always sensing other people’s wants and desires so the peaceful quiet is rare and welcome. Then I started to sense something else very faint.

I got up, dusted the sand off me and looked around. A dog walked off in the distance but he didn’t even see me. Just the sand, surf and stars around me. Another faint desire, then another. I tried to block them out but the more I did, the sharper they became.

That first modelling gig turned into a flood of offers as well as a few major corporate sponsorships. My Instagram & SnapChat accounts were exploding too. I eventually found the cutest little place for rent by the beach, although I still preferred to sleep under the stars on a warm night.




I was ready for the State Qualifying competition even though I barely worked out. It helps when you’re surrounded by female muscle hungry schmoes on the beach and peering into the gym. My muscles were dense and thick to the point of bursting through my paper thin skin with hardly any body fat. Haha, I didn’t even need to get a fake tan, just pulled that desire from anyone that walked by.

The night of my first competition came and I was backstage in the pump room getting ready. The other women around me were all so buff and beautiful. Way more than I thought for an non-pro competition, but then again this was California. A chorus of clanking weights played while overly tanned women got pumped. Sweat poured down the spray tans leaving tiny streaks across heavily veined muscle.

The Women’s Fitness competitors were on stage now. The auditorium wasn’t packed, but I could feel a lot of desire for big, muscular women pulsating from the audience. Although it wasn’t towards me directly, I was able to pull from them and beef up a little. I wanted to go out there and be the biggest and best on stage. I slowly packed on even more thick, dense muscle as I pumped up for the show. Just enough to make my new competition suit fit snug in all the right places.

The Women’s Physique round finally came and my number was called. I walked out into the white hot spotlight and started hitting a few key poses. Nothing too graceful since I didn’t really practice much, but the crowd seemed to like what they were seeing.

A flood of desires started coursing through my mind as the audience reacted to my routine. They like me this big. I even felt some urges to go bigger. I’m a flirt by nature so I played up the audience with a couple off the book moves. A school girl dance here and a couple stripper moves there. The crowd went wild as I took a bow to leave the stage. The looks from the other competitors dig through me like dagger, but I don’t care. The audience loves me.

A few minutes later we were back on stage for the posedown. No need fighting for center stage… I was center stage. Cameras flashing throughout the crowd and I felt so strong. More desires come flooding in, way more than the people from the audience. It was more like when I was laying on the beach. Hundreds if not thousands of tiny far off voices.

Probably not my best decision, but I decided to let loose at the end of the round. They wanted it. I wanted it. Why not give them a show they wouldn’t forget. I reached out to the crowds desires and my muscles became thick and massive. Deep cuts and gorging veins popped as I flirted on stage with the crowd. They went wild as I continued my routine and growth into a full fledged bodybuilder. The applause finally turned to a collective gasp, then completely silent as people started to realize what was happening to me. I kept going, mind racing and body pumping. Completely unaware while I was so engaged in this fantastic muscle lust.

Then I felt a pop. My top burst and shot like a rubber band into the front row of judges. I quickly ran off the stage when I realized what happened. Back in the pump room, I started laughing uncontrollably. Janet Jackson could pull off NippleGate, I may have just started MuscleGate. I grabbed my phone from the locker to post a selfie. This should hopefully add a few thousand or more followers. Walking over to the wall mirror to grab a pic, I looked up and my jaw dropped.

F. U. C. K.

Mounds of massive muscle covered me. I mean, I knew I had grown some but this was ridiculous… amazing was more like it. I’ve seen bigger muscles at Gold’s, but I wasn’t far off now. I always felt the REALLY big female bodybuilders looked a little too manly. This was different. Huge, luscious muscle draped my body and accentuated every curve. A quick turn to the backside and my ass would make any Brazilian jealous. Flaring lats that tapered like angelic wings. My tits seemed small now in comparison, so I added a couple extra cup sizes to balance it off.

I could control each muscle group as they danced beautifully for me. A beautiful ballet of pure beef. I pulled a dumbbell from the rack and lifted it without any effort. A heavier one, then a heavier one with barely any struggle.

I finally turned to see the entire a horde of competitors, promoters, staff and fans staring. Being topless was the least of it. I simply walked back to the locker room, grabbed my clothes and left. How could I possibly explain this? At least it was a small show and I doubt many people saw it.

I drove for hours and when I got home the night was full of stars and the beach mostly empty. I laid down in the warm sand, cleared my head and the distant, far off urges I had sensed before were clearer. My mind wandered through them, trying to focus, isolate and enhance. There were seemed to be dozens at first, then hundreds, thousands. Continually getting a little clearer, stronger and multiplying.

I slowly drifted off as the waves crashed against the beach.

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The Beginning of Goddess Meg

A story by Meg's Servant

It had taken me years and most of my fortune. The ingredients were so rare that I only had enough for one batch, and one batch only. If I was right, after drinking it, I would be able to absorb the strength of others. Imagine the possibilities!

I hear a knock on my door. “Not now!” I think as I put the cup down and answer it.

“Hiya Tom,” a bubbly Meg says to me. “My computer crashed again, can you help me out?” you ask me.

“I am busy, can you come back later? I can help you then,” I tell you as I start the shut the door but you slide in anyway. You look around my apartment.

“Shew!” you say. “What stinks?” you ask as you walk over towards the table with the cup on it. “Wow, is this it? The formula you told me about?” you ask.

I walk over. “Um yes,” I say to the attractive and fit Meg. “I just finished it. Hopefully after I drink it I will have the power to drain people’s strength,” I tell you.

You roll your eyes. “That sounds ridiculous,” you say and then give it some thought. “Although it would be cool to like get really strong,” you say as you pick up the cup. “Is this your only batch?” you ask.

I get nervous. “Yes,” I say. “Please, hand it over,” I say. You smile and bring the cup up to your red lips. GULP! You drink it down before I can stop you.

“No!” I yell as I rush over but am too late. You put the cup down on the table and let out a little burp. “Excuse me!” you say laughing.

“You…you bitch!” I yell as I grab your arms. “What have you done?” I scream.

Your laughter turns to concern and then anger. “Did you just call me a bitch?” you ask sternly. “Well, maybe we should test your formula Tom,” you say to me.

I begin to feel an odd sensation, like I am getting the flu. I start to get light headed. “What is going on?” I think and then suddenly realize what is happening. The arms I am holding start to feel firmer…not just firmer but…STRONGER!

“No!” I say as I realize you are draining my muscles.

“Oh yes!” you say as you get stronger. I let go of your arms and stumble back on weaker legs. I look at you and you have larger muscles than before.

“What a rush!” you say as you flex your biceps. A small, but noticeable bump creeps up. “Wow, that is new!” you say. You look at me. “Awww…what’s wrong Tommy boy? Feeling weaker?” you tease as you walk towards me.

“No! Please! Stay, stay back,” I say to you as I back away. You see me moving and pounce, putting me in a bear hug. You begin draining me again.

“Ung,” I gasp as my strength rushes out of me. I feel the arms around me getting larger, stronger.

“P..please..s..stop,” I gasp as your biceps begin to fill your once loose sleeves and your thighs expand larger.

“Ummm…nope!” you say. I begin to struggle with my fleeting strength. I hear you laughing. “Oh, is that all you got Tommy boy?” you tease. “Methinks ol’ Meggy is now stronger than you!” you say taunting me.

She is right. She is now stronger than me, and only getting stronger and stronger.

“mmmeg..” I gasp. “i..b..eg, ung you…pl..ease..s..s..top,” I wheeze.

You laugh again. “Very well,” you say as you let go. I fall in a heap at your feet. I have never felt so weak. You look down at me.

“Wow Tom, you don’t look so hot? Maybe next time you don’t call me a bitch huh?” you say as you walk around me. I feel a heavy foot on my back pushing me down. “So, how much of your strength do I have?’ you ask.

“I..I don’t know,” I say feeling a tad better. “A lot. Please, please let me keep what I…” I don’t get to finish. You slide your foot out of your sandal and step on my hand. You begin to take my strength again.

“Mmmmm….” you moan. “We have been talking all about you, how’s about talking about me?” you say. “ I am feeling SO STRONG! I think I have a lot of your muscles, your strength. But, tell you what,” you say feeling ultra-powerful. “If you can move my foot off your hand, I will stop,” you say looking down at my shrinking body.

I am so weak now. I bring my free hand over to our big foot. “Ung,” I gasp as I feel the drain quicken when I touch you. “Unnngg..mff….” I gasp as I try and pry your foot off my hand.

You smile as you realize how weak I actually am. You can’t even feel my efforts. You moan with delight as you get more powerful from my touch.

“i..c..can’t.ung, m..ove your..ung..mmff…f..oot,” I gasp to you as I stop trying. “i..its..ung, so..too..s..strong,” I gasp. “p..l.ease…m..eg…”

You look down at me smiling. You realize your foot is now stronger than my entire body. You laugh with delight. You have defeated me and now contain almost all my strength. You stop draining me but leave your foot where it is.

“So Tom. You can’t move my foot. Guess that means it is now stronger than you,” you say proudly.

“y..es,” I gasp looking up at your now powerful body.

“Excellent. So, I think things will change around here, don’t you? For starters, I think you should make up for calling me a bitch. I think you should be my servant, my slave,” you say to me as you take another drink of my dwindling strength.

“ung….p..leae you..so..s.s..s..str..ong. I, ung, i..w..will..s..serve, ung…y..you,” I say. “you…and, ung…o..only, ung..y..yo…you.”

You smile again and stop. You have destroyed me. I am weaker than your smallest of digits. You take your foot off my hand and put it in front of my face.

“If you are my slave Tom, you will kiss my foot,” you say with pride.

I don’t want to but I know I have no choice. You are my physical superior. Your body now pumps with the strength of mine. Using all my strength I lift my head and put my lips on your foot. SMOOCH. I kiss it and then leave it on your mighty foot.

“You’re so strong now,” I say to you with my face resting on your foot.

I hear you laugh. “Yes I know. And I will only get stronger! This world will bend to my will!” you say to me as you order me to kiss your foot again. I do it, knowing you have enough power to make good on your threat.

TO BE CONTINUED!

Goddess Meg & Servant Tom

A story by Meg's Servant

It had been six months since the girl formally known as Meg had taken over the Earth. She had stolen my formula and drank it, allowing her to drain the strength from other people. She had made quick work of Superman, Wonder Woman, the Hulk, Supergirl, Mary Marvel and a host of other superheroes. She now contained all of their powers and strength. She was the most powerful person in the universe. The military had been useless against her power. Bullets bounced harmlessly off her mighty body. Misses had no effect. They even tried a nuke when it was apparent she planned on taking over the Earth. It did not part her hair. She was the ultimate power. Totally invincible, impossibly strong. She could move the earth with her small toe. She had no equal. She made herself a God, and she was worshipped by the entire planet.

My name is Tom. I was the first to be Meg’s Servant, but not the last. After she drained all of the superheroes came to my house and told me her plan. The world was a mess, and she was going to fix it. And fix it she did. There were no more wars or countries as the planet was united in worship of Goddess Super Meg. All resources went into worship of her, and only her. To that end, her servants, all seven billion, built her palaces and golden thrones. Today she was visiting the palace she had put me in charge of. I had worked weeks to make sure it was completely clean and ready for her arrival.

I await my Goddess. I see her flying in and I get on my knees, as do the rest of her servants. An orchestra plays music as Goddess Super Meg lands. She is super muscular. Her arms are over fifty inches of pure muscle and her legs are beyond enormous. She is wearing a golden one piece bathing suit type of clothing. The word GODDESS in red across her huge and powerful chest. She is barefoot and walks towards me. I come up to the middle of her thighs in my kneeling position. She is super tall.

“Hello Servant,” You say to me.

“Good morning Goddess,” I say. “Thank you for allowing me to be in your presence this morning Goddess,” I add.

You smile and use your x-ray vision. “You did a good job cleaning my palace Servant Tom, but I see a few specs of dust in the corner next to my throne,” you say.

I panic! I had gone over the entire place with such care! “A thousand apologies my Goddess!” I say. “Please, please forgive me, I beg of you.”

You extend your huge foot and lift your mighty big toe. “I see twenty specs of dust. I shall drain you for twenty seconds Servant Tom as punishment,” you say.

I dutifully place my hand under your huge toe. I am fearful as I know what that toe can do. I saw it first hand when you flicked the side of Mount Everest with it and sent it hurtling into space. I gasp as you put your heavy toe on my hand. It is so large it almost covers my hand. You begin to drain my strength.

“Ung,” I gasp as I feel weaker. I look at your huge toe and foot. You do not need my strength. It is less than meaningless to you. Like a rain drop in the ocean, less even. Your power is limitless.

“Thank…ung…you…for…t..aking my….ung…strength..G…G…Goddess,” I gasp as I know what to say. It is an honor to have you drain me. Very few people actually get the honor of being in the Goddess’ presence, much less getting to worship her in person. After twenty seconds you stop and lift your now stronger toe. I weakly pull back my hand. You have taken almost all of my strength.

I lean down and pucker my lips and gently kiss the huge toe which just drained me. “I thank you for taking my strength Supreme Goddess,” I say and kiss her toe again. “I thank you for allowing me to worship at your feet Goddess,” I add. “I worship you, and only you Almighty Goddess,” I say as I begin kissing your other toes and you entire huge and powerful foot.

“You worship me well Servant Tom,” you say as you look down at me worshipping your feet. You love how it feels to be worshipped. “As Ruler of Earth, very few people get the honor of worshipping at my powerful feet,” you tell me as you decide to head towards your golden throne. Your big feet leave foot shaped divots in the gold plated ground. I dutifully follow behind you, kissing the ground you walk upon. You sit at your throne and lift up your left foot.

“Kiss the bottom of my foot Servant Tom,” you command. I smile as I scoot over and begin kissing the ball and bottom of your huge foot.

“Thank you Goddess for allowing me to worship your mighty foot,” I say between kisses.

“You are welcome Servant Tom,” you say as you flex her huge bicep. I long to worship it but I know the rules. You only touch your servants with your mighty feet. I know how lucky I am to be worshipping you, and I feverishly kiss the bottom of your foot. I work my way up to the bottom of your pinky toe. I kiss it as well, wondering just how strong it must be. Able to lift quadrillion tons no doubt, I think as I kiss it again and again. It is hard to imagine your power and strength.

You look down at your foot. It is so large you can barely see me behind it, but you feel my kisses. You smile at my worship and lift your other one. “Kiss my other one Servant Tom,” you command in a mighty voice. I do so, with glee.

“So, I am thinking about rearranging the continents tomorrow. As a living Goddess, I never liked the way they were organized. When I am done, maybe I will come back and let you worship me even more Servant,” you say to me.

“That would be the highest of honors Goddess,” I say as I continue my worship and imagine just how strong you have to be to move continents!

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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

High School Reunion

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. . . "

The Pleasure Genie

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?"

Megan's Day Off

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.

SuperMegan

Here's a collaborative story... of sorts. Mav wrote this and sent it to me, looking to add perspective and color from my point of view. His original story is in black and my additions are in pink. Please forgive any overlaps and inconsistencies... its from two points of view written at different times. We hope you enjoy. XOXO Meg

I’ve been dating this girl Megan for a few months now. She is a really cute little brunette, a bit over five feet tall, around 120lbs. Girl next door good looks. She can’t tell me exactly what she does for a living. Something about working with computers for the government, is about all she will say.

She had to work late on one of her “secret projects” one night so I offered to come by and take her out for a quick bite to eat. I had to wait for her in the parking garage as I was not allowed into her work. As we walked to my car the quiet garage suddenly filled with activity. Just like every spy movie I have seen there were black vans, guys dressed in black with black hoods, black guns. Megan was pulled into one van and me in another. No words were spoken to me.


I tried to cry out for Mav but they quickly gagged me and tied my arms. One of the bigger men threw me to the back and I smashed against the door with a loud thud. Holy crap that hurt. They told me "Any funny business and your boyfriend get its" so I agreed to cooperate. I knew what they were after anyways. The ride was short but gave me enough time to come up a plan.

We stopped and the men dragged me from the van. I was at work, just like I thought. It's not much to look at but then the best secret labs never are. I wanted to make sure Mav was OK and was shown his body passed out in the other van. I unlocked the door and we went in. Just like I thought, they wanted the experimental XJ device and I'm one of the few people with access. It's a little bigger than a movie projector and operated by a direct PC link that only I have access to. "Make it work" they demanded and I tried but nothing happened (of course). "The codes are constantly changed & kept in a safety deposit box". Its all stall tactics but they go for it. I know an old bank in a desolate part of town and tell them where it is. They grab the device and they drag me back to the van.


A short time later I was dragged into a building that looked like an abandoned bank. Thrown into the vault, and locked in. I have no idea what just happened. Its pitch black in here and I only have the LED light on my keychain. No one can hear me, and I don’t know how long I will have air. This is not good. What seemed like about an hour later I hear some noise outside the vault. It started with the screeching sound of bending metal. A pause for a moment, Then BOOM! It knocked me on my ass! Are they driving a truck into the vault door?


One of the men is grabbing my arm so tight as they push me through the bank. Mav gets slammed into the vault and we continue to the safety room. They order me to setup the machine and I do, slowly. "OK which box is it in?" I make up a number and they get to work breaking into the box. This gives me time to write a quick sub-routine, granting me the only access by remote. I punch in their fake code and quickly explain the dangers of the XJ project. "This devices allows you to alter reality and is extremely dangerous." I try to warn them but they just smack me around harder and force me to activate it at gun point.

The leader hits the go button and the device starts emitting a beam. It works off thought and I begin to dream of myself as Supergirl with all her strength and power. "You're about to see the richest, most powerful man in the world" he says, but nothing could be farther from the truth. I breathe deeply as the power begins to flow. Mounds of muscle pour into me as the all powerful strength of Super Girl becomes mine. Her muscularity isn't much but then she has Kryptonian blood. I don't and the equivalent strength takes over my mortal body, causing my muscular system into overload to take it all in. My clothes quickly rip apart against the explosive expansion and I see a new outfit underneath. A super one. It holds strong as my granite like muscles gain size and density, contouring every ridge and valley my new body offers. I notice other powers like super hearing, x-ray vision and freeze breath. This is really happening, I'm becoming Super Girl.

The leader quickly calls for backup as they watch my transformation complete. He goes for the device but I now move faster than a speeding bullet. The others run out and lock the vault behind us. He's trapped with the most powerful girl in the world and doesn't put up a fight. The door should be a piece of cake with my immense strength. It buckles a bit as grab it but it holds strong. A little more and my arms explode with power as the door begins to budge. The super suit actually begins to strain at my shear size. I struggle a bit more and the door folds like aluminum foil. Whatta rush as I look at myself and see the muscularity, well what I can see past my heaving chest. I take a steel bar and wrap it around the leader. Now to find Mav.

I examine the bank with my x-ray vision but don't see him. Lead, that's right. The main vault is lined with it and I quickly go to work. The other men are quickly joined by a small army. I have to hurry, can't hold them all back. The vault door is thicker than the others and I try to rip it off. No good. I ram into it with the force of a Mack truck and it begins to buckle. It's enough to grab hold and I use all my strength to open it up. Blood flows faster through me and my muscles react to the strain, building the power to free Mav. A little more and I rip it from the hinges and send it flying across the building.


I can now see light around the edges of the buckling steel door. A corner of the door bends outward, and a few moments later the deafening sounds of metal bending and tearing. Then the Door just flies away! What the hell was that? A silhouette of a person appears where the door used to be. Not a normal person? The absolute most massive, freakish, incredibly muscular person I have ever seen! It moves closer. Then a pair of oddly petite hands with long red manicured nails grabs on to the inner cage that separates us. As if the steel bars were made of rubber, they begin to move apart from each other. Clanging and banging as the bars pile up. As my eyes now begin to adjust to the light, I can make out the face of this Super Person………………IT’s MEGAN!!!!!

But how did she gain 200lbs. of thick, shredded, vascular muscle in an hour? She is wearing a blue glossy spandex catsuit with a red “S” on her massive chest. Every bulging muscle and every throbbing vein shows through the thin shiny material! She kissed me gently and then said “ I’M SUPERGIRL”. Before I could speak a word, she walked past me toward the back wall. “There are more of them coming! I have to get you out of here, NOW!”


The vault is dark but I see Mav in the corner. His eyes take a bit to adjust and I see a look of wonder then excitement come over him. I forgot that he may not know me in my new body. The pump from taking out the door has expanded my super muscles even further, exploding in size and stretching the fabric thin. I walk towards him and want him to hold me in his arms but know we must get out. A thin cage separates us and I make quick work of it, I just took out a 2 foot thick steel re-enforced vault, what's a couple thin bars. They feel non-existant as I quickly grab them and toss them to the side, freeing my man. I'm so happy he's still safe and rush to give him a big hug and kiss. But what of my strength? I restrain for now until I can test my body and go in for a gentle kiss. I want so much more. I tell him that "I'm Supergirl" and move to the back wall to escape. The front way is closed off by a small army of men and I can't take the chance of hurting Mav.


All I could do was stare at her body. Above each little red boot was a calf muscle the size of two softballs. Her Incredibly massive thighs swept inward to the most spectacular ass I have ever seen!! A tiny little waist that exploded into a back that was better than five feet wide! She put both hands on the back wall and started to push. Her already massive muscles bulged even more! My thoughts were of that spandex outfit popping like water balloon from all the stress. I would have liked that! The thick concrete wall started to move from her incredible strength. Sparks were flying from the electrical outlets, debris was falling all around, building materials breaking everywhere. As the wall fell in a cloud of dust she put her arm around me and pulled me tight. Next thing I know we are flying through the air!


Time is short and I get to work on the wall. I ask Mav to stand back as I put all my strength into the thick concrete. It should go quickly but I struggle. The reinforcements are thick so I put all I have into it. I'm amazed at the sheer size my shoulders and lats become as I gain the needed strength to escape. More and more as my suit becomes almost see-through from the expansion. My god I love this power. Blood flows like a freeway, feeding my body and giving me the power to save Mav. I hit a circuit box and a current runs through me to no effect. I rip through it and sparks fly. I check over my shoulder and Mav's OK. The concrete gives way and the room starts collapsing around us. We're free. I get Mav to shelter him. My breasts make a good umbrella and I wrap my arms around him, holding him close. He's in the safest place in the world at the moment. I walk through the opening, keeping Mav tight, and I see my feet are no longer touching the ground. I fly us to a safe place.

Mav still hasn't said a word and I begin to worry if he's OK. I look down and see a bulge in his pants. He's stretching his fabric almost as much as I am. I ask him if he likes my muscles and all he can do is nod. I flex a bit to see if he notices and he groans as his erection pushes harder against me. He noticed. "Does my super strength turn you on?" and he lets out a simple "uh-huh"


She glances down to where my now raging hardon is pressed against her, giggles and says “ Do you like my muscles? Does my super strength turn you on? ” Still unable to speak in whole words, all I can do is nod my head and say uh-huh. We land on the industrial side of town at a place that demolishes old railroad equipment. She starts the show by bending pieces of railroad track into different shapes. Like a clown would do with balloons.


We set down across town in a demolition yard. Mav's face is full of pain from his erection and takes off his pant for a little relief. I need to test my strength so I don't accidentally hurt him. Large railroad beams lay in front of me so I pic one up. The strain is a bit much at first but the strength quickly fills my arms. My god my biceps are bigger than bowling balls. The large beam begins to bend as my arms grow. I easily bend it in half and try another one. Much easier this time and keep bending it into smaller and smaller shapes. I feel like a clown making animal balloons.

The power is intoxicating and I want more. I move to bigger, stronger items in this railroad graveyard. Each time I strain for a moment but quickly gain the strength to conquer the task. I can do anything!! I'm oblivious to my boyfriend as he almost turns blue. He needs sweet release but I can't help him... yet. Sorry Mav you need to wait a little longer. I see a locomotive down the yard and go in for my ultimate test. I put my hands underneath and struggle to lift it. My strength is near infinite at this point but not quite enough. I need more power and put everything I have into lifting. I watch my veins open up which sends a rush of blood coursing through my body. It's coming! I'm becoming stronger, harder, larger and the locomotive slowly rises up. The super suit has about had it and tears begin to form. Please hold for a bit longer. I lift it high over my head, bring it down then do 10 reps with it. I take one arm away and do a single lift high over my head. My suit splits down the side and holds on by a few threads. Mav whimpers in the distance.

I set the locomotive down and run to him and hold him close. He fondles each crevasse with intense passion. "Not yet Mav" and I pick him up and fly off towards home. I feel confident in controlling my strength. I've seen how far I can push it, now lets see how little I can. We walk into my house and I immediately let him remove what's left of my suit. It's stretched so thin, but is still made of super material. He pulls at it until every last bit is gone. I hand him some oil and let him rub me down. He goes over every inch of my body and it feels great. I feel his hard on pressed into me. "Not yet".


Then we move over to a large locomotive. With one arm placed under the beast, it slowly rises from the track. While holding it over our heads she asks if I would like to feel her bicep? It was the size of a freakin bowling ball, and ever bit as hard as one! Her veins were the size of garden hose! She put the locomotive down, pulled me to her, and we were flying again. In a few minutes we were at her house. When we got inside, she handed me a bottle of posing oil, and began to strip off the skin tight costume. The rest was the most incredible night of my life. My tongue hurt for a week, and I loved every bit of it.


His tongue licks every inch of my massive body and bathes me in ecstasy. He licks and fondles me for hours and I give him the hardest muscle ride. Up and down I flex and we writhe together as one. We were lost in each other and the night becomes late as we explore each other's most innermost parts and desires. Daybreak comes and I finally put him inside me. The sexual experience is the most intense pleasure I've ever felt and I think Mav would agree. We climax together and Mav falls asleep beneath my bosom nestled between my arms. I nod off soon after.

The Growing

Written by Meg | Photo by Mav
My body is beginning to change but I can't tell you why.

My name is Meg and I'm lying alone at home in bed. I've kept my white lace bra and panties for the moment. A satin sheet is the only thing that separates me from the outside world, like a protective cocoon. The room feels warm and perspiration begins to run down my body. To be honest, I'm scared about what's about to happen yet thrilled at the possibilities of what could be or what I could become. My heart is racing even faster.

There's a full mirror on the ceiling so I can watch the changes as they happen. I look up and see the thin outline of my body beneath the sheets and the nervous expression on my face. There's a warm tingling starting to flow through my body. It's beginning.

I breathe in and out slowly to calm my racing heartbeat. It's beating so fast now. I grab the sheet and pull it tighter around me as if it would afford some protection. It obviously won't but gives me certain calmness. The warm sensation starts in the back of my head and I feel it work its way down my spine. Warmness turns into a mild tingling as it descends further down my body. It's pleasant at this point but the tingling increases as it reaches my toes. It fills my entire body and begins to fade. There's a minute of calm that causes me concern. Did it work? Is that all there is?

My mind races for answers and I contemplate getting up. Another minute goes by and I slowly shrug the sheet off. I look up and watch myself in the mirror. A long time ago it would be one of the worst things I could think of doing. I hated my body and was embarrassed by how i looked. Not fat but plain and shapeless. I was determined to change and joined a gym 2 years ago. The results were promising at first and I noticed a firmness and shape I'd always desired. The harder I worked and fitter I became and the more I wanted. I could only go so far until... well if everything works, that will all change. In the mirror I see a tight firm body with a thin layer of musculature. My fleshy breasts protrude upward from the sheet and heave in and out from my deep breathing. I've got to relax. I flex my stomach and see a small but defined 6-pack form. My arms are thin but defined and have been able to make a small but impressive bicep for some time now.

As i sit up and begin to move to the bedside, a sensation hits me and It's a little painful. I quickly lay back down and switch between looking up at the ceiling and directly down at myself. My heart races faster and I begin my deep breathing again. Like the warm tingling before, the physical change starts in my head. I watch as my neck slowly becomes thicker and fills out. The bone structure in my face becomes more pronounced. My whole skeletal system has to grow and thicken to accommodate the coming changes. I can see my cheeks fill out and my jaw widen. My collarbone thickens as new muscle wraps around it. Its like watching a movie but its happening right in front of me. A new type of cleavage forms as my chest muscle begin to grow and separate. They push up and I begin to see a ripped separation in them. Not enormous, but very defined and beautiful. Let it all begin.

As my face and upper chest continues to grow and develop, the transformation moves lower into my shoulders, arms and chest. The first step, like before, is a quick thickening of the bone. I look down at my shoulder and watch it fill out. It's thicker but without more muscle as I can see the mass increase before my eyes. Then comes the layers of muscle and it bubbles up slowly. I touch it and it feels much denser and harder. The little fat I have is peeling away revealing a small growing mass of muscle, and it keeps growing. My breasts rise higher as my chest muscles push outward and become more defined. They feel so tender and I touch them as they continue to rise. Are they getting bigger too? I caress them with both hands as the tenderness increases. Definitely getting bigger and much more sensitive. I twirl my fingers around my nipples which sends a chill up my spine. The pleasure is intense.

My arms move outward from my body as the biceps grow bigger. I see them double in size in an instant and continue to swell. A vein appears down the middle and I move my finger up and down as it swells larger. I turn my arm and flex to see a nicely sized tricep bulge out. The shape becomes larger and more defined as the seconds pass. I check on the other arm and see if the growth progression has been equal. Symmetry is everything and both sides seem equal. Good, just like it was planned.

I see a slight bubbling in my forearms and abdomen as the growth moves down further. Tiny cords of steel and veins develop and dance at my command as I move my fingers. My stomach looks like a time-lapse topographic map as fat slowly burns away and the tiny mountains of muscle push upward and become defined and hard. Veins flow downward like rivers on a landscape.

Then the growth hits my pelvic region. My buttocks grow as my hips widen and fill with power. A wave of orgasms floods my body as change occurs in my vagina. The clitoris becomes super sensitive and the surrounding muscle tissue grows against it causing extreme sexual pleasure. I really could get used to this. Reaching down to aid in the pleasure, my now steel-like fingers give me a iron like grip and faster motion. Dear God. I rub hard and fast causing an orgasmic flood. My head forces back into the pillow as my body writhes in pleasure. I must go faster. Oh God!

As I continue my self-gratification, the growth continues down into my thighs. My quads balloon outward as the bone thickens and the muscle expands. I can see each muscle group lift and separate into their own defined region. My calves start the process and I cup my hand around them as they begin their journey into diamond hard teardrop shapes. The definition is so pronounced, I might cut myself if I ran my finger along it. I lay back and watch the transformation continue until it slowly fades to a stop. My hands explore every new muscle. I need to flex them all, first I strain and pump up every one, but then flex each individual one slowly. My undergarments are tight but still holding. I can feel the panties digging into my skin and my breasts are popping out around the top. Spilling over. I reach around my back to release the clasp and I watch my sinewy arm perform such a simple task with authority. The bicep looks like a tennis ball with a tightly pulled sheet of skin over the top. Stretched so thin that I can see every fiber moving beneath. I get lost for a moment then back to the task at hand.

I've almost got it off when I feel the warmness come back.



This second wave of transformation hits me much faster this time. No slow trickling of warmth down my body, it's almost like sticking my finger in a light socket. The first thing to go is my bra. It was barely hanging on before but it quickly snaps and flies across the bedroom as my chest muscles double in size. My breasts enlarge to quite possibly EE cup and amazingly hold they're shape, now that they're free from constraints. So soft and voluptuous with a certain firmness. They're all natural... well sort of depending on your definition. It's hard to see the rest of my body beneath them so I lay back down to watch the changes. No covering up in the sheets this time, I want to take it all in. I quickly flex each muscle in some hopes that it will make me grow larger quicker, but realize it has little effect on the process.

My tennis ball size biceps grow larger and tighter, first to the size of an orange, then a softball, then... my god it's approaching football sized proportions. The vein down the middle has become thick and I run my finger along it again to feel blood coursing through. I put my hand around my newly muscled arm and it barely surrounds the bicep. It continues growing thicker and larger.

I get a sensation of being lightweight, like a feather and quickly realize its from my new broad back billowing outward forming a rock-hard foundation from which to lay on. It keeps getting larger giving my body a severe teardrop shape. My whole core has become a solid mass of muscle tissue and flesh, tightly bundled together to see each individual ab popping up like mountain ranges. It feels so hard and smooth at the same time, so I give them a quick flick from my finger and actually hear a ping noise. The crevasses grow deep between each one and rub my finger through them like a maze.

The strain on my panties has become almost too much for them as my hips widen with increased bone mass and more muscle. I help them along a bit by tearing the side to give some breathing room. My fingers and hands are so powerful at this point I bet they could rip steel. Then sensation moves and I hope for what's next. Another orgasm comes over me as the vaginal muscles once again begin to grow and strengthen and the clitoris increases in sensitivity. Twice, thrice, no five times stronger and larger than before. My clitoris can't handle the pleasure as my body convulses again in ecstasy. How could I have known this side effect but thank god. I place my hand down to help it out and feel the power between my legs. Such power in my hands, such speed. More, I need more. More pleasure, more power this can't ever end. I climax and fluids comes pouring out soaking me and the satin sheets. The sexual release quickens the growth process and I feel the muscles surrounding my body once again double in size. Interesting and I make a mental note for further study.

My thighs have bulged to such extreme proportions. It is the largest muscle in the human body and mine may now be the largest on any human. The inner thighs rub together as they grow larger and leave little room for separation. They're so hard. I put my hand between them and tightly flex my quads. I swear there would be enough pressure to make a diamond and thankfully my hands are so powerful. I raise my legs and watch as the calves take shape on either side of my lower leg. I've always had nice legs but now they're perfect and the most powerful legs... ever. I raise them higher and watch as my abdomen tightens and flexes in response. They go a little higher and I look up into the mirror and get a view of myself from the bottom up. This new body is more than I've ever dreamed of.

The growth continues for awhile. My clothes have long come off and I lay naked on my satin sheets, rolling around and flexing in my bed. I've discovered every new muscle that’s blossomed and formed, but it doesn't get old feeling them. My skin is so soft but with hardly any fat, my body looks like a medical diagram of the muscular system, but with vastly more muscle than anyone could imagine. My face is fuller and more beautiful than before. The bone structure has changed making the feminine features more pronounced. My hair has also lengthened and become thicker, silkier, sexier. A complete genetic overhaul. My muscles are larger than any male bodybuilder. Much larger. I don't look like a solid bulky wall of muscle though, more like the massive muscles have ballooned out from a petite frame. The effect is definitely feminine, not to mention the breasts enhancements.

The more I flex, the more my blood pumps and flows and I see the veins protrude like rivers of life. I pump some more and they about burst through my skin. As I breathe deep and calm down a bit, I see them subside, leaving my body with smooth rock-hard muscle showing through.

Then there's my new wonderful chest! From the collarbone down I see and feel bumpy ridges of muscle with an ever so deep ridge up the middle. They're literally two plates on steel or what I like to think as two land masses divided by a fault line. My ample bosoms flow into the chest and I love the feeling of soft tissue against the hard muscle. I cup the sides of the beach ball sized breasts and slowly work my way around them. Up to the nipple, which is even more sensitive. I can actually feel my breath on them as they pick up every motion around me. I squeeze them together and watch as the cleavage grows exponentially in front of me. I let them rest, put my hands behind my head and look up in the mirror with a smile. The transformation has exceeded my wildest dreams. I feel powerful, probably stronger than anyone on the planet... and there's some big bodybuilders. I become hypnotized by the rhythm of breathing and watching my muscles react in response. Up and down over and over as I slowly drift to sleep.



Ten minutes into my sleep, a new wave of transformation hits me. I had thought the growth process was complete, but I welcome another round. The warm feeling has increased proportionally, just like the last time. My head is a bit groggy from the nap, but become quickly alert after my body ignites with super charged boundless muscle. My heart pumps so fast that I feel the pounding throughout my entire body. Bump, bump. Bump, bump.

The electrical tingling is stronger this time and much more painful. Looking down, the first thing I see is my vascular system growing to epic, cable like proportions. Almost like giant snakes, thousands of them moving through me providing a network of blood capable of delivering the strength and power this wave will grant me. I see them wrap around my enormous muscles, pulsating and becoming larger and thicker. In and out they weave. Then the rush, like someone just broke the damn in the river. Blood comes flooding through every vein causing them to engorge and almost exploding. Almost. I'm a bit scared at this point.

The blood comes in and feeds the muscle tissues beneath. In an instant, my already massive proportioned muscles explode. I see each muscle group expand more than double or triple, exponentially this time. My chest rises to my chin, my arms grow to redwood widths and my legs become so thick, powerful and full of muscle that I feel I could lift the world. My abdomen looks like 10 softballs placed in a symmetrical pattern and my lats flange out into a wing-shaped V that offers unlimited strength. Looking up in the mirror, I see a giant mass of muscle that keeps growing larger, stronger and more defined. My face is almost lost behind the mammoth amount of muscular womanhood. As my body gets bigger, my breasts balloon to freakish proportions. My god they're about to reach the ceiling. I feel a creaking in the bed as it collapses under my weight. I land with a hard thud and hope the floor holds out. I wasn't expecting this.

I look up and can only see a portion of my body in the ceiling mirror. My God, I'm so big. My field of vision is narrowed and can't see beneath my giant breasts. My neck muscle are so large they constrict head movement to about 30°. I need to see my full body and try to stand up. My strength is most likely beyond human measure at this point and my body movement is rigid from the many plates of steel grinding between each other. I grab the fallen bedpost and use it as leverage to stand but it quickly snaps beneath my weight. I decide to use my strength to help and push backward with my arms. It only takes a small portion of strength to propel me high into the air. I smash through the ceiling above then come down landing on my feet. My room is ruined as I look to the hole in the ceiling, the bed and the debris all around.

Taking a couple steps closer to the vanity to get a look at myself, the ground shakes beneath me. I step as gingerly as possible but has little effect. My anticipation is great as I slowly lift my head in front of the mirror to get a good look at the transformation. Before I started this process I wanted to be big and strong, but this end result is far greater than any expectation I had. I have less than 1% body fat on a body filled with so much muscle. I look so tight and can literally see every individual muscle fiber, sinew and vein coursing through my body. My unflexed biceps appear larger than small cars and my body is as wide as it is tall. The V shaped proportion is extreme and my waist tapers to a size not much larger than when I started, just 1,000 times stronger. I slowly lift my arms to flex. It sounds like metal scrapping as the muscle balloon and grind against each other. Its a battle to see which muscle will win. They rise up higher and appear tighter and harder. Truly steel. I flex my legs and they grow outwards and I hear the same steely noise as they collide with each other. One last flex and I strain to hit every muscle in my body. I feel my heart pump as it works to supply every engorged muscle in my body with energy. The site is truly amazing.

I turn around and pick the satin sheet from the floor and fashion it around myself in a toga style wrap. The doors are too small for me to fit through but I easily break through them to get to the next room. I know what I must do now. I wish I could tell you but you'll just have to trust me. I open the front door, walk through and the walls crumble behind me.

Daylight. I hope the world is ready!.

The end

Path of Destruction

It's been quite the week from Hell! Big project at work going live so no sleep and I couldn't make it home for a funeral. I'm hungry from this diet I'm on and I ran into Ben's ex-bitch Lily who I HATE!!! People all around me seem like assholes. I need to break something, so help me out. Here's a new audience participation story thread. Make me big, strong, whatever. I just want to leave a path of devastation behind me. I'll start and thanks for the therapy.

I woke up and got ready for my morning jog. My neighbor was out with her yappy dog so I went over, grabbed the annoying little fur ball and drop kicked it into next week, then took my knee to the old lady. She went down quick and I felt a little better... even a little stronger.

I noticed my neighbor parked his car way to close to mine. Asshole SUV thinks he owns the parking lot. Well not today... >>

Megan + Joshua Part II

Read Part I before continuing

I wake up in the pool of rejuvenating water and watch my naked muscular body just below the surface. I had hoped it wasn't a dream and massaging my new granite like muscles confirms it. Josh is still asleep a few feet away. What is this power he has created, I must know more about it, understand it and control it. Some might call me mad, but I can see clearly for the first time in my life and I know what I must do.

I get up quietly, but even the my slightest movement now causes aftershocks. Josh quickly awakes to find me towering over him, dripping wet and naked in all my muscular glory. He says "You look magnificent" and wipes the sleep from his eyes. "I think I have some explaining to do, follow me". He leads me down a corridor of his castle. Deeper and deeper we descend. I barely fit but my shoulders widen the earthen tunnel leaving a trail of boulders in our path. We reach his grand laboratory and he starts to explain everything to me... >>

Audience participation

Here's something we can all do together. Kind of a choose your own adventure story about me growing into a huge female muscle goddess. The how and why is completely up to you. Just post a quick sentence or two comment to keep the story going. Hopefully with everyone's help, this will be an interesting FMG story, full of twists and turns. Click on comments or the title bar to see the full story. I'll start.

I was coming home after a long day at work at the labs. I've had the strangest feeling today, like never before but just can't put my finger on it. A yearning and desire for something, but what?

I pass by Angelo's and should probably hit the weights, but something's pulling me back to the labs. What do I do? >>