#LÓÒKING FOR -> Workout Growth Stories >FOUND<

[maxflax]

Hi everyone and a happy new year!

I just wanted to ask if somebody knows some of these kind of stories:  A female or several females working out and growing muscles instantly at a unrealistic fast rate.  Or they just flex very hard and just grow from that!  And also until an unrealistic size of muscles!

I'll just start with a few I know so far:

Out of Control! by zimbot

June & Jerry at Jane's Gym by marknew742

Jewell by Breeze

I like this kind of story very much and I've been searching for them almost everywhere Maybe there's a story I don't know yet?  I would be very happy if you have some suggestions for me <3


Jeremy Wilson contributed his story My Kind of Dimension.  It's been split it out of this thread.  It can be found here:

[aoitsukids]

Check out fitness center by zimbra1:

http://© Saradas.org/stories/fitness-center/fitness-center-part-1
http://© Saradas.org/stories/fitness-center/fitness-center-part-2

also Will's power by Mighty Lingster:

http://www DOT *****.com/stories/misc5/willpowr.html

not quite working out but it's pretty close:

http://© Saradas.org/stories/spring-fever-steve-z

[martybong2]

Hard Lessons by femfortefan is a great illustrated story for that.

[Tassdb55436]

there is a great story by onlymysoul called 'Star Trek Voyager: "B'Elanna Bulks Up"' where B'Ellana and Seven of Nine work-out and grow bigger; i think you'll love it.

this is the link: http://saradas.org/index.php?topic=143703.0

[mondo]

this sound right?


TREAT?...OR TRICK?
By Moxie
"Be careful what you wish for, because someday you just might get it."


I had always found Lauren to be attractive.  She was about 5'7" with
lustrous red hair, beautiful blue eyes, a gorgeous smile, long legs, the
cutest tight little ass, and small-but-well-defined breasts.  She had
the perfect model's figure.  Her body was firm, like a gymnast's, but
had no hint of muscularity.  Actually, in all honesty she was a little
skinny and downright bony.  But, she was really sweet and had a good
sense of humor.  She was a perfect catch, except for the fact that she
was a muscle desert.  If it weren't for that, I'd have snatched her up a
long time ago.  Little did I know that she also had an appreciation for
large muscles, and also had an enormous crush on me.  And I didn't know
she had a much darker side.

I guess I got corrupted, or spoiled, growing up with images of SuperGirl
and Wonder Woman.  To the young eyes of my boyhood, nothing could
compare to the erotic beauty of those strong muscular women.  As I grew,
I loved to look at pictures of female body builders for the same reason. 
And Lauren was as far from that image as was possible.

We were good co-workers, I guess I pretty much respected her abilities. 
Like any other man with a pulse, I would ogle at her as she walked by my
office or around the department - she was, after all, extremely
attractive.  But unlike other men, in my mind I would morph her
beautiful head onto a more powerful and muscular body, like maybe Denise
Rutkowski's.  Man, what a combo that would be.  If only it could be...

Although I did not realize it, in the back of her mind, Lauren wanted
the same thing: wanted to be that kind of woman, wanted to have that
kind of body, wanted to have that kind of strength.  She wanted it for
herself, but she also wanted it because she knew that I wanted it, too. 
She dreamed of flexing large muscles for me to worship.  She dreamed of
looking in a mirror and seeing a Denise Rutkowski look back.

For some reason, Lauren and I never went out on a date.  Periodically we
did go out to bars with friends after work, but never just the two of us
alone.  I have to admit that although I suspected she wanted me to ask
her out, I just couldn't give up on my dream of finding a more muscular
woman.  Nor did I realize that Lauren had dreamt of becoming that very
woman.  So time passed as we both remained friends but endured our
reluctant solitude, and we both longed for her to be different than she
really was.

Things had gotten pretty hectic at work.  Lauren had actually been out
of the office for two weeks and I hadn't even had time to notice it. 
Then one night I got an anonymous e-mail that changed my life forever,
as well as how I thought about Lauren.

"If you want to see the kind of muscular woman you've always dreamed
about, meet me at Gold's Gym at 11 p.m. on Friday.  Be ready for a
workout." - Your Muscle Goddess

Okay, I admit it, my interest was peaked.

It was cool out, even for an October evening.  The moon was full, just
perfect for Halloween.  Most of the kids in my neighborhood were out
"trick or treating", but fortunately I don't have to worry about that. 
I was more curious about what I would find when I got to the gym.

There was a cold wind blowing dead leaves around the dark parking lot,
which made the place seem a lot spookier than it ought to be, I thought
to myself.  The front door of the gym was locked when I got there, and
most of the lights were off.  I gave a fleeting thought to going back
home, but I really was curious about who this mystery woman was, so I
went around to back door, which was propped open with a triangle block
of wood.

"Hello?" I called out as I tiptoed down a dark hallway into the gym.  In
the center of the free-weight area was a bench illuminated under a
single neon fixture like some kind of spotlight.  It was set up for a
bench press, but the bar had an enormous amount of weight on it.  Each
side of the bar had five 100 lb. disks, four 50 lb. disks, and four 25
lb. disks: a total of 1,600 pounds (not including the bar itself), which
made the bar curve across the weight stand.  What in the world could
that much weight be for?  I called out again, "Hello?..."

Then I heard from the shadows, "Howdy, stranger."

I turned in the direction of the sound, and saw Lauren emerging from the
shadows.  She was wearing baggy gray sweats, and sauntered sexily over
to where I was standing.

"Oh, Lauren...its you," I said disappointingly.  "You sent me the e-
mail?  I thought it was supposed to be someone..."

"...more muscular?  Yes, I know, but we'll see about that in a moment. 
I'm glad you came.  I wasn't sure if you would, but when I saw that copy
Women's Physique World in the back seat of your Mercedes...well, let's
just say I had my hopes."  She edged closer to me, and my nose caught
wafts of her sweet sultry smell.  She took her index finger and began to
trace circles on my chest.  She played with my pecs while she spoke, and
traced little rings around my nipples, which made them hard.  I must
admit another part of my anatomy began to get a little hard too, but not
as much as you would think since I thought this was still the same old
skinny Lauren.

She kept talking while she pulled her sweats off.  "You see, in the past
couple of weeks I have changed.  About a month ago, I found a site on
the web called amazonpharm.com.  They bill themselves as a "farm" for
creating amazons, but they do it with  drugs.  I guess that makes it a
"pharmaceutical farm" (or a pharm farm).  Anyway, I ordered it, and I
did it, for you."  She bent over to pull off her tennis shoes and socks.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"I'm talking about THIS."  With that she stepped back from me into the
overhead light.  She had on a hunter green silk bikini that looked
unbelievable with her hair and eyes and creamy white skin.  She raised
her arms to the side and turned around in a mock modeling session.  I
have to admit her body looked a lot leaner and firmer than I remembered
the last time we went to the beach with all the guys.  She actually had
some curves and small muscles showing.

"Well, I can see you've been working out a bit, but..."

"No, actually I haven't lifted any weights, the prescription forbids it
for the first two weeks."

"Prescription?  What are you talking about?  You're not taking steroids
or something are you?"

"NO, not steroids, those are fake.  This is the real thing.  And I did
it... for you."

"What are you talking about," I asked again, but she just smiled back.

"LAUREN, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"  I shouted, finally getting impatient and
concerned for my friend.

"A retro-virus," she finally answered.

There was a pretty long pause, I didn't know what to say.  "A whuh-.."

"Retro-virus.  I got it from amazonpharm.com.  I took it two weeks ago
and it has been rewriting my DNA ever since.  Don't you see any
difference?"  She pointed one toe and flexed her thigh while she flexed
two golfball sized biceps.

"Well, its sure a big change compared to how you used to look ...
but..."

"Don't worry, I'm not done yet.  That's why we came here.  I know you
like muscular women... so do I.  That's what I want to become.  And I
want you to watch.  Finally, we can both get what we've always wanted." 
With that she sat down on the weight bench.  "All you have to decide is
whether the new me is a treat, or a trick," she said as she winked at
me.

"Lauren, honey, I think its great you're going to start working out and
all, but I still don't know that we can make a go of it.  Maybe I'm
different, but I tend to like..."  I stopped in mid-sentence as she
started to scoot into position under the bench press bar with the 1,600
pounds of free weights on it.

"Lauren, what are you doing?  Are you nuts?  You can't lift this bar,
that would take at least ten strong men and...."

But she ignored me and put her hands in position.  I noticed that in
this position, her tits were probably a cup-size larger than I
remembered, having gone from a B to at least a C, if not a small D.  And
perfectly round and firm, too, as if they were unaffected by gravity.  I
privately wondered whether she'd had a boob-job done.

She started to push upward, struggling to push the massive weight off
the bench.

"Lauren cut it out,"  I implored, but she continued, her arms shaking as
they struggled with the weight, which had not budged.  "Come on, stop
it, will you?" I implored, but she continued. 

Sweat was beginning to bead on her forehead, and she was biting her lip. 
Through gritted teeth she sputtered, "..no...got
...to...get..big...like...you...want..."

"LAUREN, STOP THIS RIGHT NOW.  YOU'RE GOING TO HURT YOURSELF...Come on,
we'll go get a pizza and a beer or something, and..."

I stopped short in astonishment.  While she struggled to press the
weight, her arms began to get thicker.  Right before my eyes, she began
to grow muscles.  Muscle tissue began to swell where there were no
muscles before.  An inch of pectoral muscle welled up under her
perfectly-rounded breasts, like they were being served up on some
buffet.  Large cords of muscle began to jump out of nowhere and pack
onto her shoulders and deltoids.  The muscles of her triceps began to
jut out like horseshoes. 

Then, an amazing thing began to happen:  the bar began to move!  First
it rolled a bit in the cradle of the stand, then it slowly began to
rise.  Sweat was dripping down Lauren's face as she grimaced from the
effort.

"Oh my God," I whispered, as she straightened out arms now muscled
enough to make any Miss Universe proud.

Lauren had this giddy grin on her face as she realized what her muscular
arms were actually holding 1,600 pounds overhead.  I, of course, was
mortified, and thought to myself this must be one of those cases like
"adrenaline helped me lift the car and pull my friend to safety".  I
could accept that much, but, how to explain her newfound muscularity?

"I'm doing it...I'm doing it.." she gasped.  Over the next 30 seconds,
her muscles slowly continued to get bigger.  Her arms stopped shaking,
and she seemed to be handling the enormous weight with more and more
ease.

"So, this is what you wanted?"  she said more easily as the bar began to
lower over her chest.  Because I feared the weight was finally
overcoming her, I rushed over to help pull it off her before it crushed
her flat.  I straddled her and the bench and put my hands on the bar
between hers and began to lift with all my might.  However, my best
efforts were inconsequential as the bar sank to just above her boobs,
where it stopped.  I frantically groaned and strained to save her life,
but I knew I couldn't move the 1,600 pound barbell if my life depended
upon it. 

I had such panic for Lauren, thinking this was to be her last moment
alive.  But when I looked down expecting to see her face filled with
fear, I saw that it had a funny confident grin on her face instead. 
"I'm not dropping it silly, I'm pressing it."  With that she began to
ease the bar back up until her arms were straight!  It caught me so by
surprise, that I couldn't get out of the way in time, so she ended up
pressing me along with the weights!  1,800 pounds in all!  She began to
press both me and the bar up and down repeatedly with incredible ease. 
In fact, the longer she held the weight overhead, the lighter it seemed
to get to her arms.  "Well, how'm I doin' so far?" she asked wryly as
she completed repetition number 30.

I was speechless.  I climbed off the bar and stood back.  Lauren sat up
while she held the weight overhead, causing large cuts of muscular
plates to form on her abdomen.  I inched over to examine the
unbelievable muscularity of her back as she held the weight overhead. 
Large mounds and wells of muscular features outlined her shoulder
blades.  She had a v-shaped muscle in the middle of her back that was
nearly an inch tall.

She was practically gushing, "This feels incredible.  Its as heavy as a
car but it is less and less consequential to my arms.  This feeling of
strength is unbelievable."

She stood up with the weight overhead as her previously slim thighs
pumped out with large trunks of angry cords.  She performed a twenty of
deep squats, which only made her thighs look even more defined.  Her
hips and loins started to look really good.  As before, her initial
efforts were strained, but as her muscles grew right before my eyes, the
weight seemed to offer less and less resistance.

Standing back upright, she glanced up at the bar and reversed her hand
holds.  Then she lowered the bar in front of her as the curves of large
biceps began to take shape.  She began to do curls with the weight as
her biceps inflated.  Each repetition making her biceps bigger, and her
motion a little less struggled.  By the time she had completed 30
repetitions, her biceps were the size of softballs. 

All she had to do was work out an area of her body and beautiful
enormous muscles would grow.  Not monstrously huge muscles, but nearly
as big as a male bodybuilder and a million times more erotic.  She had
an outrageous body now.  I watched her transform before my eyes into the
woman I had always dreamed about, and began to get extremely turned on.

After smoothly completing twenty reps with incredible ease, she dropped
the barbell to the floor, where it smashed a dent in the floor.

She turned towards me with her gorgeous face and this new unbelievable
body that had muscles curving out all over around the green silk bikini. 
She smiled an arrogant smile and flexed two softball-sized biceps, "Well
boy, is this the Muscle Goddess you've always wanted?  For years, I
wanted us to get together, but you held out because you wanted this? 
Well, come over here and feel my new body, boy."   Her commanding voice
had a newfound strength that seemed to resonate through the room, and it
distinctly sounded like I was being given an order.

"Okay, I'll bite," I said.  I was awestruck over to this magnificent
piece of womanhood.  She was unbelievable, she WAS the embodiment of my
dreams.  She was huge and defined, every muscle on her body was visible
at two to four times normal size.  My dick throbbed and struggled
against the fabric of my pants, it felt like it was going to explode
while I just looked at her.  I inched over to her and sheepishly put my
hand around her distended bicep.  My hand could not completely cover it. 
I squeezed it as hard as I could, but the steely bicep had no give at
all.  It felt like I was trying to squeeze a steel ball bearing. 

Her body was remarkable now, so feminine and so powerful.  She was the
most erotically beautiful thing I had ever seen.  And she said she did
this for me, right?  For ME!  I was getting practically giddy thinking
about having this filly at home waiting for me.  With a body like that,
I might never even go to work.  Hell, with a body like that, I might
never leave the house at all. 

She tossed back her head in a somewhat sadistic laugh, "oh, this
strength is unbelievable, I never imagined I could feel like this.  I
feel power throbbing in my muscles.  I feel like I can do just about
anything."

Unfortunately, I didn't take time to evaluate what she had just said, I
was too overcome with lust for the goddess that stood before me.  I was
convinced that I had found what I sought all those years, my own
personal supergirl.  I started to kiss and worship her muscular body,
thinking that was what she wanted, too.

But then Lauren turned to me looking a little irritated.  As she spoke,
my heart sank.   "So THIS is what you wanted?  This is it?  I didn't
have muscles before, so I wasn't good enough for you?  Well, maybe now
your puny ass isn't good enough for ME."

"Pop."  (That was my bubble bursting.)

She reached one hand to my chest, grabbed a hand full of shirt, and
lifted me off the ground with one hand.  "See little man, now that I'm
this strong, you're mine to do with as I see fit."  I dangled from her
left hand and looked at the rounded bicep that ripped from her upper
arm.  I thought silently to myself, "I wonder how strong that bicep
really is?" 

"...more than you can imagine," she said, seeming to answer the question
I had thought but not asked.  I was starting to get scared about how
strong she was, because she clearly could carry out any wish she could
conceive.

She held me over by her bulging right bicep, "KISS IT, LICK IT, FONDLE
IT,"  she commanded.  Now don't get me wrong, I had dreamed all my life
of doing just that very thing.  But it was different to be commanded
than to share muscular love together.

"NO," I said, not being able to believe my words.  This woman was, after
all, a goddess forged from my own imagination.

"NOT ACCEPTABLE," she responded.  She raised my face to her huge white
muscle, which was festooned with a webbing of angry blue veins and
dripping with perspiration.  "LICK IT," she commanded.  Then she smiled
and winked at me, "Treat?...or trick?"

She glared into my eyes and I knew this was no joke.  Still I was
reluctant to worship her muscles.  In one respect, I shouldn't have mind
because, after all, God, she was gorgeous now.  But being forced like
this felt incredibly distasteful.  But the more troubling thing was that
her personality seemed to be changing with her body.

"All right then," she said, "I guess you need a little encouragement." 
She held my mouth in front of her unflexed bicep.  Gradually, she flexed
the large muscle into my mouth.  At first, I thought maybe I could bite
down and make her stop, but I quickly realized that the bicep was far
too hard, I would probably break every tooth in my mouth.  Soon, the
muscle had grown so large, it threatened to dislocate my jaw.  "Unggh!"
I cried.

After a few seconds, she dropped me to the floor in front of her.  She
stepped over me and straddled me with one calve on each side of my head,
touching my ears.  She clamped my head with incredible pressure, which
I'm sure was just incidental to her strength, and I couldn't budge a
bit.

She reached down and picked up the 1,600 pound barbell with one hand and
began to casually curl the massive weight up and down with just her
right hand.  The immense weights made the barbell angle downward from
her hand at almost a 45 degree angle.  "Now let's see...you like
muscles, do you?  Well do you remember how large my new muscles get? 
Remember how hard they get?  What do you think would happen if I started
to flex my calves right now?" 

My head was already throbbing from the pressure of her legs, but when
she said this I was terrified.  I finally understood that my supergirl
could crush my head like a grape without really trying.

She began to slowly power up her calves.  I felt the pressure increase
as they gradually increased in size.  My head felt like it was in a vice
that was clamping down.  I began to sob for mercy, "Please,
don't...please..."

Just in the nick of time, she stopped her one-hand curling and said,
"damn, this just isn't enough weight anymore."  Using just her wrist,
she tossed the massive weight into the air a few times and played catch
with it.  Then, she tossed the 1,600 pound weight across the room where
it smashed into a large weight rack.  Then she picked me up with one
hand and held me in front of her face.  "I guess you can't handle me any
more, can you little man?  Why don't you take a break?"  With one hand
she hurled me about 20 feet into the wall of the room.  Luckily I hit
the padded portion and fell into a heap on the floor.  Lauren began to
walk over to me.

I'd had it.  Although frightened to death of what she had become, I knew
I had to defend myself.  She stood before me and glared confidently down
at me.  She reached down with one hand and lifted me to my feet.  Still
woozy from hitting the wall, I fell back on the padding for support. 
She stood like a muscle monument before with hands on her hips.  She
looked like a supergirl from my dreams, but it was turning out to be
more of a nightmare.

Figuring the element of surprise could be my only advantage, I knew I
had to strike fast.  So in a fury, I landed eight or ten punches in a
flurry of right/left combos to her abdomen.  I hit her as hard as I
could.  I was peppering her midsection with blows that would have
leveled the strongest man.  But I stopped when I realized they had not
even phased her, my clenched fists harmlessly bouncing off the plates of
muscle in her unflexed abdomen.  "Hey little man, you're lucky I wasn't
flexing my abs then, you would've broken your knuckles," she said with a
wicked smile on her face.

Enraged, I threw one more punch roundhouse style directed straight for
her face.  But she caught my fist in her hand and began to apply
pressure, gradually, until the crushing pressure produced crunching
sounds.  "Aaaaarrrrrrrrrgggggggg!" I cried.

I used my free hand to land four or five more vicious punches to her
abs, but of course, they had no effect at all.  In fact, my hand began
to get sore from the impact of hitting her unflexed abdominal muscles -
kind of like hitting a punching bag without a boxing glove.

"Tsk, tsk, you've been a bad boy," she replied.  Then she lifted me
again with one hand and effortlessly tossed me across the room to the
padding on the other side.  Even though the padding softened the blow, I
could feel a bad bruise forming.

This time, I was more prepared as she walked towards me.  I grabbed a
weight bar, which was painful to hold given my broken hand, but I had to
manage it.  When she was within range I swung with all my might at her
shoulder.  The heavy bar just bounced off her heavily-muscled deltoid -
she didn't even flinch, I don't think it hurt her at all.  I swung again
at her thigh with the same result.

Then she flexed the thigh into immense rippling muscles and said, "I
dare you to try that again, little man."

I knew I shouldn't have taken the dare, but my head was filled with fear
and lust.  I swung at that beautiful thigh with all my might, hoping
this would help turn the battle in my favor.  Instead, the barbell
struck her thigh and bounced off, clanging like a sledge hammer striking
an anvil.  It felt like hitting a fastball in  freezing weather.  My
arms stung from the impact, and Lauren just tossed back her head and
giggled. "What now, little man?  Treat?...Or trick?" she said as she
winked mockingly at me.

She picked up the barbell and held it in front of her.  Then she slowly
began to bend it in half with her bare hands.  Damn, she looked like she
wasn't even trying, but her eyes were wild with excitement at the
thought of what she can do now.

I grabbed a 25 lb. disk and threw it at her with all my might, but it
just bounced off her steely abdomen with no effect.  Then she picked up
the disk and began to fold it in half, her powerful hands easily
deforming the solid steel.  She eventually tore it in half and was
practically gushing, "God, these muscles, this strength feels so great,
its practically intoxicating."

By now my body was fully in the fight or flight response mode.  The
adrenaline really must have been flowing.  But I realized there was no
way I could defeat her, she was far too powerful, and fighting her was
hopeless.  Got to run...got to get out...

I ran to the back door and pushed, but it was barred closed. I was
trapped!  When I turned around I saw Lauren behind me holding the coke
machine overhead.  She threw it at me and I dove underneath it.  The
vending machine hit the back door with a thud, soda form and suds spewed
from corners of the machine.  I scrambled past Lauren, the confidence on
her face told me she was totally unconcerned that I might escape.

Try the other door...

I ran to try the front door, but it was key locked.  When looked over my
shoulder I saw her lifting an entire weight rack overhead.  I don't know
how much weight was on the rack in total, but it must've been several
thousand pounds.  She seemed to strain a little bit, but I'm sure she
could have lifted much more.  Her muscles looked unbelievable as she
hoisted the rack over her head.  When it seemed that she was aiming at
me, I realized I had to move fast.  She hurled the weight rack at me and
it smashed into the wall in a tremendous crash.  I dived out of the way
just in the nick of time and somersaulted across the floor to safety. 

Get out of here...escape...got to be another way

I could see some moonlight shining in the back corridor, and reasoned
that the coke machine had broken the door open.  It was my last chance. 
I ran as fast as I could to the light.  When I reached the hallway I
dove and slid on the linoleum floor.

My adrenaline was flowing at full force now, and my heart was pounding. 
Feeling like a convict escaping from prison, I crawled out a small hole
in the bottom of the door, and scrambled to my car.  My hands were
shaking so badly I could barely get the key into the ignition.

Come on, damn it, start...

The engine roared as I gunned it to 50 mph before I even left the
parking lot.  As I raced down the road at 75 mph, I looked in the
rearview mirror with horror to see Lauren chasing the car...AND QUICKLY
GAINING!

Before I could mash the accelerator to the floor, she had her hand on
the back bumper and lifted the rear wheels of the car off the ground
with one hand.  I looked in the rearview mirror and marveled, God, this
supergirl was unbelievable!  She was unbelievably gorgeous to me.  But
she was also unbelievably deadly.  Our forward motion stopped and she
held the rear of the car suspended from one hand while I revved the
engine.

Finally, I realized there was no way I could escape from her.  Lauren
was too way too fast and far too strong.  I knew she would eventually
track me down and kill me.  I began to feel like an animal with one foot
caught in a trap, looking down the barrel of the hunter's gun.  I felt
utterly helpless, and began to whimper and cry.  I looked in the mirror
again, and I lip-read what Lauren was saying, "Treat?   Or Trick?"  Then
she winked at me again and smiled the most maniacal smile I had ever
seen.  This evening had started out like a real treat - at last my
wildest dreams were coming true - but was finishing like the cruelest
trick I could imagine as my worst nightmare came true instead.

She let go of the bumper and the rear end fell and bounced.  When the
tires caught, the sedan lurched into a ditch and hit a tree.  I could
hear Lauren laughing diabolically over the hissing sounds of my totaled
car.
 
I was slumped over the steering wheel as the airbag deflated, blood from
my forehead trickling down over the deflating airbag.  I looked out my
window to see Lauren standing alongside the car with her hands on her
hips.  She truly looked like an evil supergirl now.

She reached out and grabbed the edges of my car door.  With a casual
pull, she ripped the door off the car and held it in front of her.  Then
she began to crush it inward, crumpling and groaning between her two
powerful arms.

"So you finally got what you always wanted, huh little man?  Well guess
what, so have I," she announced to me.

This is the end...

"No, please no..." I pleaded.  She reached in and grabbed the safety
belt with both hands.  Then she gently snapped it in cleanly two.  Then
she yanked me from the drivers seat and tossed me in the grass next to
the vehicle.

My body was frail and weakened from the conflict, so I could barely
maintain consciousness.  I ached all over, and the pain was becoming too
much for me.  Still, over the next couple minutes, I watched her
demolish my Mercedes.  First, she punctured all four tires, two by
grabbing a handful of tread and two by poking the sidewall with a single
finger, causing the air to hiss out.  Then, standing in front of the
car, she clasped her hands together and held them overhead.  Although
frightened and sure of my ultimate death at her hands, I remember
thinking how magnificent she looked at that moment.  Her upper body in a
classic V shape, lats spreading out like glider wings, and those
gorgeous arms and shoulders - the most powerful ones I had seen on a
woman.  Then, with a single blow, she crashed her joined hands down into
the hood of the car.  Her hands sank deep into the engine, destroying
the block with a single blow by virtually splitting it in two.

Last, she lifted the front bumper up and edged underneath the frame of
the vehicle.  She hoisted the large vehicle overhead as she grabbed the
frame with one hand at the front and one at the back.   Then she turned
towards me, holding the car overhead with obviously very little strain. 
"Well, little man, this is what you wanted, right?  Treat?  Or trick?" 
Once again, she winked at me.  Slowly, she used her incredible arm
strength to pull her hands together and fold the frame of the Mercedes
in half as easily as you or I might fold laundry.  The combination of
her beauty and my terror of her strength was absolutely chilling.  That
was the last thing I remember before I passed out.

I woke up in the hospital, pretty banged up, with bandages everywhere. 

There was a nurse on one side of the bed was a nurse who said, "Well,
welcome back.  We almost lost you for good.  You evidently wrecked your
car, but it was the most unusual accident scene the Sheriffs had ever
seen.  Do you remember what happened?"

Boy did I.  But could that have really happened?  I began to doubt my
own memories. 

I turned my head to the right see a group of people from my office on
the other side of the bed.  Lauren was among them, and my immediate
reaction was to get somewhat frantic at the sight of her, even though I
knew I couldn't move.  But I quickly realized that she looked like the
old Lauren, not the new supergirl Lauren.  Same old Lauren with the
skinny body, and no muscles.  "I guess I must have dreamed the whole
thing," I thought as I laid my head back down on the pillow.  I was
confused and my head hurt, so I didn't say anything.

They all gave me chit chat and best wishes, but I must have seen
preoccupied to them.  Had I really dreamed it all?  I must have, it was
too fantastic a tale for even me to believe.

After a few minutes, the nurse asked them to let me rest, and they all
headed for the door.  I thanked them all for stopping by, including
Lauren. 

I breathed a sigh when they finally left me alone.  My head was spinning
and I needed some time to figure out what had happened last night.

A moment later, the door opened back up again and Lauren leaned back in. 
"I'm glad you're OK, honey.  After all, you never gave me an answer last
night..."  she smiled and winked, "Was it a Treat?  Or a trick?"

Gulp.


HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYBODY!

[jacksundeen2]

This is one of my favs:  http://saradas.org/index.php?topic=3262.0

[bobthebob]

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[Toroko]

Killer Workouts

Thanks for sharing! Let me know if you need cleaned version of this.

[zarina]

Marknew's story Pendant Changes has some nice gym comparisons and slow growth in it.  The interactions between Frank and Sandy I think are really well done.  It's pretty long, so here's a small excerpt from about half way through

Pendant Changes
by Marknew

*EXCERPT*

Frank had excused himself from third period gym, saying he needed more work in the weight room as preparation for the game. That part was easy. But now that he was there, he stood almost in fear before the machine. He'd had to drop from 10 to 40 pounds of weight just to get through the exercises yesterday and his arms felt worse today. Whatever that muscle wasting disease they were talking about on the net was, he was sure he had it. The whole team had it. They were doomed. Metro SOUTH would crush them, grind their bones into splinters, sweep through their front line in seconds. They would be outrun, outhit and outpassed. And there was nothing they could do about it. Already he was lifting less than he had as a freshman. He had no wind, no stamina. What would they do?

"So Frank, you going to lift or just think about it?"

Huh? Frank spun around. Sandy was standing at the door of the weight room, arms crossed, tapping her foot.

"What are you doing here? Weight room's closed. Team only."

Sandy held out her hand with a piece of paper. "I have to miss practice today. Soccer coach gave me permission to work out here now instead."

Frank had thought he'd have some privacy. He NEEDED privacy. What did some DAMN GIRLS' SOCCER COACH know about that. "She doesn't have the right. Football priority. Big game Saturday. You have to leave." He stood as tall as he could and folded his arms across his chest.

Sandy laughed. "Because ....? Two of us here? Thirteen stations. Is there something top secret about your workout I'm not supposed to see?"

"What if everyone --

Sandy looked to her left and her right. "No one else here. Not a problem, Frank. So, are you lifting or chatting? I need my workout." Frank just stood there. "OK. I'll just work here."

Sandy had seen Frank go in. She knew he wanted to be alone to work out what was happening to him. And she also knew that he wasn't going to get what he wanted ... ever again. She had no note -- just a practice announcement. But Sandy had figured, correctly, that Frank would be too upset to check. Sandy went next to Frank's station to do bench presses. She was adding a hundred pounds to what she had lifted last Thursday, loading up the weights, piling on more than Frank had ever done, even at his peak, then lay down, got ready and waited for the inevitable remark. She didn't have to wait long.

"Are you nuts?" Frank asked mockingly. "You couldn't lift that much in a million years. I can't do that much. Harold's the only one of the team who could. And don't expect ME to spot you."

"Oh I don't." Sandy took her hands off the bar and stood up to face Frank. She crossed her arms and gripped the bottom of her sweatshirt, pulled it off with one rapid movement and tossed it in the corner. She heard the sudden, involuntary intake of breath, saw Frank's jaw drop, his knees nearly buckle, and the focus of his eyes shift as they traced the ups and downs and ins and outs of her bouldered biceps, her bulging shoulders, the ridged texture of her abs. What must he be thinking? His own strength mysteriously fading, his muscles shrinking, getting softer, weaker with each passing moment. Bad enough. And now this. To see a girl he'd looked down on now more muscular than he. MUCH more.

"B-b-b ... h-h-h-how the hell did --

In just the three and a half days since their wishes Sandy's muscles -- the muscle part of her muscles -- had exploded in size, the muscle tissue nearly doubling in thickness. Sandy figured it was due to a combination of Theresa's wish for greater size, strength and fitness generally for all women, her own wish for more "effective" exercise and the fact that she was working out as hard and as long as she could possibly manage. She was sure she wouldn't keep improving at this pace -- once Theresa's wish had run its course and women had reached their new "natural" size. But right now, combined with Frank's rapidly diminishing prowess, the pace of her gains were sheer bliss. She already had her dream body but now she was going far beyond her dream, far beyond any dream of Frank's, to a place neither Frank nor any other man would now ever be able to follow.

"How did I get muscles, Frank? Why, I eat right, sleep well and exercise regularly. Do you know any other way?"

"But girls don't get muscles like that. You didn't -- nobody gets muscles that fast." He frowned angrily. "What are you, on the juice?"

Sandy was stung by that comment. "No way!"

Frank sneered. "Oh yes you are! That's the only explanation. They're 'juice muscles.'"

Sandy turned red with anger. "Oh yeah? And what's your explanation for yourself, Frank? You going for a sex change? Are you taking female hormones?"

"Why would I EVER do that? What are you talking about?"

"Look at yourself, Frank. Anybody can see your muscles are shrinking. And how much are you lifting? I can tell you lift less and less every day. Care to explain that?"

She noticed! Was it that obvious? Oh god! It was true! Everyone must know! It was like the sky was caving in on him. "I - I think I got this, uh, muscle wasting disease. I read about it ... on the net. It's, uh going around. You could, uh, get it too."

"Muscle WASTING disease? I don't think so, Frank." She flexed her biceps quickly. "THESE certainly don't look like they're wasting away!" Sandy looked down at them happily. Why, they were the size of softballs now! They had grown even since her shower this morning! The changes must be accelerating as they neared equality and then shifted to a relative reversal in the positions of the sexes. And then, just how far would they go? Well, already she was bigger than Frank ever was. She was just as good an athlete as he was, probably better. And it just occurred to her what females' earlier maturity would mean. Even though Frank was a year older than she was, as a girl she was probably at least two years ahead of Frank in maturity. And just as a nineteen year old boy SHOULD have developed more muscle than a seventeen year old, she would be taller and stronger than he was, even if boys and girls were completely equal. With Frank staring at her she settled down onto the table and did five quick presses. Why, that wasn't enough weight! She was even stronger than she thought. She flipped another sixty pounds onto it and did ten more reps.

"Aaahhh! Exercise always makes me feel soooo good. How about you Frank? Aren't you going to work in?"

"Uhh, no. I ... I just remembered I have to do something," he muttered and left the room.

[jhunter]

Nice collection of suggestions. Wish I had some to contribute, but most of the best stuff is already up. Thanks though.

[jhunter]

Thank you for the selections, will have to check them out.

[Lupus753]

If you're still looking for stories, here's one: Unlocked Potential, by Up2nogd1. You can find it on D-Art.

[jhunter]

These are all great recommendations. Will have to read them all. Thank you fellow fans.