Authors: [Marknew-Mondo-snowman7] Ray Gun Stories

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I noticed that Marknew742 had written a number of entries on Writing.com. After noticing the site had deleted some of them I had the idea to take the deleted entries, write linking pieces and an ending then post them for posterity. I hope nobody minds.  Comments welcome

Themes: fmg, NWO, and more

The Gun
parts by Marknew and Mondo

Chapter 1, A brother betrayed

The 'gun' as it was nicknamed was a mass manipulator that operated on a quantum level utilizing a miniaturized crystal containing a black hole to 'bend' the physical world. It was going to revolutionize the world, or at least it would have had Kevin not found it missing. His son Arnold could not tell him where it had gotten to. This was bad. who knew what evil someone would use it for!

Meet Amanda, she's your average college girl. She was currently staring in awe at her neighbors formerly intimidating guard dog that she had shot with the weird gun she had picked up on the street. The thing was now only a quarter of its' original size. Amanda felt a smile crease her lips. This gun had possibilities.

Even though there was only two years difference between them, when Amanda had been younger, she had loved having a baby brother to look after. It made her feel grown up, like her mother, to help him get dressed and then to help him around school. Since the third grade she knew he was stronger than she was, not only because he was a boy, but also because he had a stockier build, while she was slight and, even for a girl, fairly weak. Still, he rarely took advantage of her, and that made her care for him even more. But as time went on, Robert began to resent his sister, who always seemed to know what was best for him, and invariably was able to persuade his parents that he was in the wrong.

Once he turned twelve, everything changed. It seemed that everything she did for him made him resent her, and nothing she could say made a difference. And although she still could count on her parents to support her when they had a fight, he invariably took revenge when they were not around. And his revenge always involved using his superior strength to hurt, tickle or embarrass her, or breaking her things. It just wasn't fair. She only wanted to help him, but somehow it always turned out wrong!

But now, finally, she could finally turn the tables on him. Amanda walked stealthily downstairs, holding the gun in her left hand. She heard Robert and his sometimes girlfriend, Jess, talking quietly while they alternatively watched music videos, did Robert's homework, marked up their Myspace pages and kissed and snuggled. He had his shirt off, and Jess wore a minimal tube around her considerable chest.

Amanda knew exactly why Robert hung out with Jess. Not only did she have one of the largest busts in the tenth grade, but she never challenged Robert, let him touch her wherever and whenever he wanted, did his homework for him, and generally did all she could to keep him happy even though he spread himself around with other girls too. It was just another example of what bothered Amanda about her brother. He seemed to do whatever he wanted, and he always got away with it.

As she entered the room, Robert had one hand on the remote while the other was inside Jess's sweater top, fondling her well-developed right breast, while she held onto his upper arm and kissed him. The television was playing a Kanye West video, and the loud music masked the sound of her footsteps, until Robert unexpectedly turned off the video, declaring it was "old". Amanda's steps now echoed in the room and Robert turned around, concerned about who had just come in to spy on him making out with Jess. Instead, to his shock, he saw Amanda aiming the gun at him.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" he exclaimed.

Startled, Amanda quickly adjusted the gun's settings and fired directly into Robert's chest. "Got you!" she said triumphantly. Robert was bewildered for a moment. He couldn't believe that his own sister would actually shoot him, no matter how much of a pain she could be. And, indeed he wasn't wounded. What exactly was she doing?

And then he felt it. It seemed that the room was shrinking around him. But no, he was growing. His chest, which had just began to develop, deepened, with real pectoral muscles and cannonball shoulders. His abdominals grew tight and hardened, pulling his stomach inward as a four pack, then six pack and then eight pack became visible. His thighs bulged outward, the cords of muscle thickening and standing out. And best of all, the biceps Jess was holding grew larger, rounder and harder with each passing second, forcing her fingers apart. He flexed experimentally and delightedly saw the ball of muscle, his muscle, expand just like a professional bodybuilder's.

Jess made a little noise of pain, as the expansion of Robert's body and the hardening of his muscles pushed against her much softer and more sensitive body. She watched him flex with amazed admiration, and her heart beat a bit more rapidly. "Oh no!" Amanda said, fumbling at the controls of the gun. She had obviously gotten the settings wrong. She turned it around, trying to see what she had done wrong, but before she was able to try again, a strong hand had pulled the gun away from her and pushed her away, sending her careening across the room.

"Well, sister dear, what have we here?" Robert asked, flexing his new muscles "I don't know" she sniffed, "I found it outside and thought I would use it to teach you a lesson." "And you thought you would use it on me?" Robert said, a mocking tone in his voice. "I wonder what you thought, to teach me hmmm." Robert straightened up, his massive size scaring Amanda into curling into a ball. "Sister dear, here is the lesson, I will always beat YOU!" He stopped for a second, "I wonder what I should do to you now though…"

"Hey, I know," Jess replied. "We can push her around." Robert looked at his "big" sister, now curled into a ball, protectively. She was so helpless now. There was nothing Amanda could do to stop Jess and him from doing whatever they wanted. He loved the feeling of absolute power, absolute authority he had now over her.

"But first," Jess said, "I want to be bigger. Not as big as you, of course. You're the boy, and you SHOULD be bigger. But I want to be as big and strong as I can be, just a tiny bit smaller than you."

Robert frowned. "I don't know Jess. We can't control the gun that well. If I fire it again, who knows how much of an effect it will have. We're perfect now. We should leave well enough alone. Anyway, we're plenty big enough to take care of Amanda -- and anyone else who challenges us."

Jess shrugged, the motion making her enormous breasts bob slightly. "Well, OK. If you think it's best...." She stood there, waiting for Robert to take the lead.

Robert smiled. He bent down and lifted Amanda to her feet, then effortlessly raised her off the ground. It took just one arm to lift her, but holding the gun meant he couldn't use his other hand to play with her.

"What are you going to do to me?" Amanda said fearfully, unable even to pry her brother's fingers apart using both hands.

Noticing Robert's indecision, Jess held out her hand. "Here, sweetie, let me hold the gun. I'm sure Amanda needs a good tickling! That would surely start to teach her to barge in on us!" She winked at Robert and moved her shoulders back and forth, letting her breasts swing. "Know what I mean?"

Robert grinned. "Yeah." He handed the gun to Jess.Jess had taken the gun and walked to the other side of the room. "Hey, where are you going?" Robert asked.

"Just to put this in a safe place," she replied. She took a metal bracket and slowly bent it and pushed one end into the wall. "So no one else can get the gun," she explained.

"Hey, that's smart!" Robert said.

Robert held Amanda in the air and poked her a few times with his index finger, tickling her in her stomach and sides. "You're so ticklish, aren't you sister, dear? And you can't do a thing to stop me!"

It was true. Robert had become so strong that to Amanda his finger felt like a steel rod. She couldn't do anything to protect herself.

"Please, Robert. Please!" she said in between paroxysms of laughter. "Please I ... I can't ... breathe!"

Just then, the sound of the gun firing startled Robert.

He looked around only to watch in awe as his small curvy girlfriend began to grow. Slowly she reached her arms senuously stretching her growing limbs. Her massive pink tits pushed her too tight sweater to its limits. Finally a rip tore his gaze to her arms. Jess' arms were getting bigger, each bicep flex becoming larger. Cords of muscle bunched as she grunted, drawing his attention to her beautiful face that was AT HIS EYE LEVEL. "Jess…what?' She just smiled, "Just watch baby, enjoy." Suddenly she winced and he noticed that her jeans were squeezing her muscled legs like sausages. "Holy shit," He thought, "She's going to rip through the denim!" And rip through it she did revealing her diamond hard calf muscles, flexing with every shift of her body. He followed up to her incredible thighs with quad muscles that looked thicker than Amanda's torso. He was snapped back to attention when he felt a harsh slap on his face. What the hell.

He looked at his hands to see himself holding her bra. "She busted her bra!" he thought, "awesomeness!" He looked up only briefly pausing to witness her pebble like abdomen, to see two enormous pink breasts bobbing in front of his eyes. His eyes! "Oh shit, She overshot!" He suddenly felt self conscious. Those breasts were indeed ENORMOUS, but not nearly as gulp big as her arms. Each arm had a boulder like bicep that was covered in thick vascular veins. Finally snapping out of his stupor he looked up, "Uh, Jess, you um accidentally overshot." Jess gave him a funny look, then with one big hand squeezed his shoulder not very comfortably, "who said it was an accident?"

He looked at his enormous girlfriend, seeing in her expression a side of her he had never detected. She had always been so submissive, so eager to find out what he wanted and then to do it, in fact usually going even further than he had ever expected.

And then it struck him. That was just what she was doing now -- going further than he had planned. What if, all along, it wasn’t his desires she had been following, but her own!

After all, she was well aware of her body. She always dressed to give maximum exposure to her two greatest features. She knew the effect she had on him. True, she always tolerated his going after other girls too, but she knew what a sucker he was for her spectacular breasts, and that he always came back to hers.

So what if her behavior all along hadn’t been submission to his desires? What if it was, instead, confidence that he would succumb to hers? And now that she was the stronger one, the one clearly in control, what was she going to do?

He looked up at her. She was now over a foot taller than he was. Her biceps far outclassed his, flexing up to at least half again as large, perhaps twice as large, as his. She was no doubt stronger than he was by at least as much as he used to be compared to her, and very likely more. There was no doubt that she knew it, and that it was adding to her confidence.

Jess looked down at him, smiling possessively. She held the gun out of his reach by extending one arm in the air and held him next to her with the other, pulling his head against her enormous, firm breast. It wasn’t an uncomfortable position. Her breast was soft and cool against his cheek. But the fact that he had no choice in the matter made him feel uneasy. And it was clear that he had no choice at all.

“Ooooh, Robert. Isn’t this cosy? Dot you feel safe and warm like this, your darling head leaning on my big breast?” she said in her usual sweet voice, moving her chest against his face. Still keeping a tight grip on him, she moved her hand over to his upper arm, just as she was doing less than an hour ago. But this time her hand easily encircled it. “What a nice muscle you have. I’ve always liked to touch it, but it feels different to me now. It feels ... smaller!”

“Jess!”

“Oh, I know it’s bigger. But it FEELS smaller to me.”

“Yeah, well that’s because you’re --

She squeezed it slightly. “And, somehow, not as hard.”

“Hey, but I’m stronger than I --

“Oh? ARE you?” She squeezed it harder, her powerful fingers easily compressing Robert’s enhanced biceps.

“Owww!” he cried out, unable to help himself.

“I think it’s kind of squishy,” she said, releasing his biceps but wrapping her arm around his body, trapping both his arms inside hers. “Squishy, still cute, but there’s just one thing ....

....you’ve had such an annoying habit of cheating on me, you know?”

“Jess, please. You know I didn’t mean anything by it!”

She giggled. “Oh, I know that! I knew you’d always come back to me. And you did! You can’t resist my beautiful, firm, round breasts, can you? But lots of people didn’t knw. And the things they said about me were so annoying! Some people might have found them insulting, even” She held him more tightly, constraining his breathing.

“Jess .... you’re squeezing me ... too hard. You don’t ... know your own ... strength!”

“Oh but I do!”

Robert didn’t know what to say. He looked up at her, becoming really concerned for the first time. He was now aware that he had no idea what she would do next. His passive, submissive girlfriend suddenly seemed to have a very strong will of her own.

“What was that, Robert? Oh, you’re so CUTE when you’re scared, especially when you’re scared of ME. And I think you would be even cuter and even less likely to cheat on me ever again if you went BACK to the way you were before.”

She held the gun out and adjusted the settings to shrink and weaken, then aimed it at Robert. He squirmed in her arms, trying to get away, but she held him immobilized.

“So are you ready, Robert? Set? Go!”

She fired the gun at him. He immediately began to shrink, his head moving across her breasts and then down her torso until his lips were nearly at the level of her navel. But his muscles were still as large and in fact looked even larger than before on his small frame. He hoped that maybe Jess had made a mistake in the settings. Perhaps after he finished shrinking in size he would get even stronger and could overpower her!

Jess was concerned too. So just to be sure, she gave him an extra dose.

She needn’t have worried. As soon as he stopped losing height, he began losing his new muscle. His arms first became soft and flabby, as the strength drained out of his muscle. Then they begin to get smaller, losing their roundness, their vascularity, and then their size, until his arms were slightly smaller than they had been at the beginning of the evening. His abdomen, although still toned, had a slight pouch, and his legs jiggled just a little bit.

“Hey!” Robert said, protesting. “You’ve just undone a whole year of hard work!”

“Did I?” Jess said. “Oh my. This thing IS so hard to control!”

But as she spoke, the effects of the second dose kicked in.

Robert's remaining muscle began softening. His abs nearly disappeared and his stomach puffed out into a round belly. His legs became as soft as jelly and his arm muscles sagged, drooping down nearly as much as his biceps had previously popped. In the next second, the muscles themselves dissolved, leaving Robert a thin-chested boy-like frame with biceps that barely measured 6" around.

"Jess! Jess!! Look at me! What have you done! Change me back, right away!"

"Hmmmm, No Robby dear I don't think so." She reached waaaayy down and picked him up using her palm to cup his butt and her other hand to steady his back. "I think you might need to be even smaller" Robert blanched, "No!" Jess grinned, "We'll see, if you behave and be my good bitch boy, maybe I won't shrink you anymore." With that she drew him in for a kiss, her enormous tongue filling his entire mouth as her enormous breasts crushed the air from his body. To the side Amanda was so distracted by this display of power that she didn't notice the gun tip turn purple and suddenly erupt in a blinding flash of light.

Meet Amanda, she's your average college girl. She was currently staring in awe at her neighbors formerly intimidating guard dog that she had shot with the weird gun she had picked up on the street. The thing was now only a quarter of its' original size. Amanda felt a smile crease her lips. This gun had possibilities.

End chapter 1

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Chapter 2 Once shrunk, Twice Grown

As she stared at her new toy, Amanda felt a sense of deja vu. Something didn't feel right. She knew she wanted desperately to use the gun to make herself taller and stronger or Robert smaller, but she was afraid. What if it something went wrong? What if it did something entirely different than it was supposed to? Like make him gulp bigger. Or what if it worked properly, but she couldn't control it?

She was good in science, and the logical, scientific thing to do was to experiment with the gun before using it on herself or someone she didn't trust.

If she had a lab filled with rats, she could try it on them. But of course she didn't. Even if she did, the idea of a gigantic, powerful rat was frightening. And the idea of a tiny rat was creepy. What if it escaped from its cage and ran inside her clothing? Just thinking about it made her skin itch and tingle. Yech! Besides, rats were so much smaller than people. She couldn't assume that the dosage on rats and people would be the same.

She would have to try it on other people. Immediately she had misgivings. Wouldn't that be unethical? What if someone got hurt? She could get in trouble. But then she calmed down. First, this was science. She was doing it to advance knowledge. Second, no one knew she had the gun. In fact, the gun itself was a scientific impossibility. So, unless someone saw her use it, no one would ever blame her. And third, if anything bad happened, she could just reverse the effect. That made her feel much better!

The shade was drawn in her bedroom. She could easily look outside her window to the park across the street and use it on people there without anyone knowing!

There were Janey and Sally, the two most popular cheerleaders in her school, and Brad, Sally's boyfriend and the best fullback in the State. Brad had his arm around Sally but he was looking down Janey's shirt. And by the way Janey was moving next to him and bending over, she seemed to be encouraging him. Even from across the street, Amanda could tell Sally was getting angry at both of them.

There was Alan helping his girlfriend, Melissa, with her serve. Melissa's form was actually as good as Alan's, and possibly even better. But she had so little arm strength her serves were pathetic.

There was Arnold, her nerdy next door neighbor, sitting on a park bench with his Nintendo, pretending to play while ogling the girls passing by. Poor Arnold. When he wasn't being too awkward, he could be very sweet, but no girl would ever give him a chance!

There was a group from the local college, playing coed football. It looked to Amanda as though the boys just used the game as an excuse to wrestle the girls to the ground, although most of them didn't seem to mind too much. Still, it would be fun to change the way the game was being played.

And finally, there was Beth, who had been her best friend until she developed the best body in town. Now, Beth hung out only with older boys and pretended she had never known her. A few changes in her body might be very good indeed!

Yes, there were plenty of subjects for her experiments

Amanda turned her attention to the mixed gender football game. Amanda had always hated how boys used there abilities to take advantage. Carefully aiming at each of the female co-eds, she gave them a three second burst. Suddenly the girls were running down the field, and the one named Sarah had actually jumped into the air with her newly energized body and caught the ball. Shawn, a grade A-sshole, tried to tackle her, but Sarah was already in the in-zone. SCORE!!!!

Amanda's heart was beating hard inside her chest. Watching the girls play on offense had thrilled her. She liked seeing the way the girls played with a little extra muscle, using their speed, their cleverness and the element of surprise to score against the clearly superior physical abilities the boys still possessed. She had almost cheered out loud when Sarah had outrun Shawn to the end zone.

But now she was worried about the consequences of her game. The girls had embarrassed the boys, and now the boys were out to prove a point. They were not pleased that had taken them two plays to get the score back. Even from her perch across the street, Amanda could see that Bill had not been upset that Sarah and April had been able to tackle him. At the beginning of the game he had marched down the field laughing while both of them, plus Amber, were hanging onto his legs and back trying to bring him down. Before they had been laughing and grabbing at the girls while the girls had tried their best to compete, but this was more like a real game, and Amanda could tell that the boys were not about to let the girls think that they had any business playing real football. Not against the Team!

Amanda watched the girls chatter among themselves as they got set for the next kickoff. They looked nervous, having sensed that the boys were taking the game more seriously. Amanda went to work. First she aimed at the girls, giving each of them a larger dose of muscle boosting rays than she had the first time, although she didn't want to make them look too muscular. Thinking a moment, she gave them a second dose, a bit of height to balance out the muscle.

April felt the tension and was trying to keep the girls spirits on the game. "Come on girls! Let's go! We've shown them we can score. Now let's do it some more!"

Becky was standing three feet further back. "I don't know, April. That's a great cheer, but look at them. They look mad now. This game can be rough, you know. I don't wanna get hurt!"

Sarah nodded. "Becky's right. I don't mind Bill getting a few gropes here and there, especially if he asks me out after the game like I think he will. But I'm not built like a football player. They could snap us like twigs if they really try! And my legs won't look good in my shorts if they're bruised!"

Amber clapped her hands and watched the new muscles on her arm jump. "I know how you feel, Sarah. But we've all gotten stronger playing against the boys. I think it's potential we've always had but never used. Maybe we just don't know how good we can be. If we can stay focused, be determined and try harder, maybe we can be better than we ever thought we can be!"

"Yeah, that's the spirit!" April said emphatically just as the next dose hit. "Yeah! Oh yeah! Can you FEEL what the right spirit DOES?" She felt her shirt tighten as her shoulders and chest expanded, forcing the top button to open and creating crease marks across her bust. "We've just got to have the WILL to WIN!" She lifted her right arm and watched her biceps expand to fifteen and then sixteen inches. She flexed them and they grew even more, forcing the sleeve of her shirt up toward her shoulder. "See that girls? If we want to, we can be as strong as ANY boy!"

Becky crept closer to see. "Gosh, April, I bet yours are as big as Shawn's. But I'm still ... hey! I just felt something!" Becky was wearing just a tube around her well-developed bust, so she felt less constricted in her clothing than April and the growth of her pecs, her shoulders and her abdominals was more plainly visible. "I think your spirit's rubbing off on me!" She patted her abs and then hit them harder, delighting in the solid drum-like sound her hand made. "They're so tight, like they could stop anything! I'm so buff!" She flexed her muscles. "And look at these! They're as big as yours, April, but they look even bigger because I'm so short! And I'm even bigger than you, Amber!"

Amber closed her eyes thinking as positively as she could and miraculously she felt the energy surge too. "Not for long! I'm getting it too!" Her shoulders widened and her strong, but stocky figure reformed, as her pecs pushed her breasts out while the increased strength of her abdominals tightened her waist. Her hips also broadened, as solid muscle packed her thighs and butt. "Wow! I feel like I could lift a truck!" she said enthusiastically, flexing a bicep that powered past eighteen and then nineteen inches. She pumped her fist into her palm. "Come on! Bring it on!" she shouted, her green eyes flashing at the boys.

The three empowered girls looked at Sarah, who waited anxiously. "I don't know, guys! I don't think I can ... but wait! It's happening to me again too!" Sarah's willowy figure began to thicken slightly. He long legs grew shapelier and more muscular, while her waist also tightened. Her long, slender arms didn't grow bulging muscles the way Amber's did, and they didn't look as large as Becky's stubbier ones, but they were growing in size and strength nevertheless, becoming deceptively powerful.

The girls lined up beside each other now, waiting impatiently for the ball, while the boys looked at them from across the field.

"What's going on with them, Shawn?" Tom asked. "What are they so excited about?"

"They're waiting for you to jump on them!" Shawn grinned.

"I don't know. They look different somehow," Bill suggested, having the best eyesight of the four of them.

Mike rubbed his hands. "They're just dirtier, Bill. And after this play, I'm going to make sure one girl is as dirty as she's ever been!"

Bill stared. "I could swear that they look as big as the teams we play for real."

"You're crazy. You KNOW they're all regular girls, Bill. Maybe you need another beer!"

Meanwhile the girls were all looking at each other, eagerly awaiting the ball. In response to the dosage of the height growth ray, fired briefly at each of them in quick succession, they all grew at the same time. Their proportions remained exactly the same, so that other than the increased tightness in their clothing, which they attributed to continuing muscle growth, they were unaware that April was now 6'2", Becky was 5'9", Sarah was 6'1" and Amber was 6' or that their muscles had also increased in size with their height so that Amber's biceps were now 21", just as large as Tom's.

"We're going to show these powers how girls can play when they really WANT TO!" April said.

"YES WE ARE!" Becky, Amber and Sarah shouted back.

Amanda briefly wondered whether she should really shrink the boys, but as they prepared to kick the ball, she quickly decided their experience playing football for the school would still give them an advantage, which she didn't want them to use to hurt the girls, and her scientific side was curious how the gun would work using both rays in tandem. She fired the combined ray first at Mike as he kicked the ball, and then at Tom, Shawn and Bill as they ran down the field to resume play.

As they had planned, Mike's kick was high but not too deep, designed to give the boys plenty of time to surround the girl unlucky enough to receive. The ray, however, sapped strength from Mike that he ran more and more slowly down the field, falling behind his teammates, his thick leg muscles shrinking inside his blue jeans.

Tom was in front, aiming to cut Amber off from the play. But as he neared her he slowed down too, first as his legs weakened, but then as she seemed to loom larger and larger the closer he got to her. Amazingly, when she was just ten feet away, she actually seemed taller than him, with bulging muscles. She seemed to accelerate toward him. He reached out to grabbed her across the shoulders, but miscalculated, his hands instead touching her breasts. She looked annoyed briefly, and then grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him backwards off his feet and rolling along the ground. She stopped in amazement, pleased, and even more surprised than he was, then ran toward the ball to help.

Mike was running straight toward Becky, who, as the smallest of the girls, felt it was useless to try blocking and instead positioned herself forward to be available for a possible lateral if the receiver got free of the first wave of tackles. She started in a fright when she saw Mike barreling toward her. He had been aiming for her all game, launching his heavy body on top of her and throwing her down into the dirt each play, then using a little extra time for a few well placed feels of her breasts and butt. She liked him, sure, but he was so rough! This time, though he didn't look so scary and in fact was running more slowly than usual. She took the opportunity to brace herself for contact, but as he approached he seemed uncertain what to do. She looked back at April and the ball and decided she wouldn't be needed this play. No, instead she could use the chance as she wanted. As Mike slowed, she started toward him.

"What the ..." he started to say when Becky ran into him, knocking the slightly taller boy off his feet and then diving on top of him. "Ouuugh!" he said, as her increased weight pushed down on his weakened stomach and chest muscles and forced the air out of him.

"Girls can be strong too, if they only try!" she said. She gripped his arms tightly and held him on the ground for a moment, enjoying the reversal, although wondering why his arms were so thin and soft.

The ball started to drop toward April, and she positioned herself under it while Sarah cautiously stood in front to protect her. Bill had been going for her all game, and while she liked the attention that the school's starting receiver gave her, she thought he was too aggressive. Yet she was now feeling more confident than before and ran forward to meet him. The more confident she felt, the smaller he seemed to become and before he even reached her, she reached out and stopped him cold. They locked arms as if playing Mercy. Sarah's bright eyes stared down at him. "Down!?" they both thought, and then Sarah steadily and painfully twisted Bill's arms down.

"I thought ... you ... but you can't be" he protested as Sarah held him locked in her grip.

"... stronger than you?" she said, finishing her thought. Her long, wiry arms seemed charged with strength. "Why not, if I believe in myself!" she said, squeezing his torso hard in retaliation .

This left Shawn, who had always resented April for rejecting his advances in 8th grade and had used the game this afternoon to impress on her what she had missed in not properly appreciating him and his body all these years. He waited nearby for the ball to get to April. Whether she caught it or not, he would be sure to catch her! But again, as he got closer, he was amazed that she seemed taller and more muscular than he would have ever believed. She grabbed the ball easily and then ran right at the diminished Shawn. He timed his jump to grab her waist and wrestle her to the ground, but instead, just connected with a surprisingly thick and hard thigh and bounced off, falling to the ground. Surprised as well, April stopped, giving Shawn time to scramble to his feet and jump at her again, but the contact barely affected her, and she started running downfield with Shawn holding on to her hard, muscular waist, her powerful thighs easily running with Shawn's weight, which oddly seemed to diminish increasingly as the excitement of scoring on the kickoff return filled her with added strength.

"Touchdown!" she squealed triumphantly. She spiked the football into the ground and then lifted Shawn into the air and almost did the same with him before dropping him unceremoniously at her feet and jogging back to rejoin her cheering teammates.

"Whew!" they shouted, danced and clapped their hands in rhythm while Amanda watched gleefully.
"Girls rule! Girls rule!
That's the way to play the game!!
Girls rule! Girls rule!
That's the way to play the game!!"

Amanda smiled as she witnessed her sisters reveling in their superiority. Having successfully grown someone, it was time to test the shrink function. She turned her attention to Beth. Sunning herself on a blanket, her top folded neatly next to her IPOD. She lay on her back, her eyes hidden by dark sunglasses. Her long, blond hair glowed in the bright sunlight. Her breasts flowed out of her tiny, green bikini, which would inevitably fail in its breast-holding mission if Beth sat up, turned her body or took a sudden breath.

She was close enough to Janey and Sally to hear their high voices praising Brad's throwing prowess. Hmmph! If Brad were three years older, Beth MIGHT find him interesting. But he was still a boy, playing boys' games in a boy's way. Nothing like the way the football players at State played, either when they competed on the field with the other teams, or when they competed for her attention.

Through her dark glasses, Beth glanced at the curtained windows of Amanda's house, right across the street. Was Amanda home? Poor Amanda. Sometimes Beth missed her friendship and a fleeting thought of ringing her doorbell crossed her mind. But that would be a mistake, a big mistake. She and Amanda had gone their separate ways years ago and Amanda's body was still sooo painfully undeveloped. The college men would laugh at her. A clean separation was just the nicest thing Beth could have done for Amanda, letting her grow up at her own pace, instead of in Beth's shadow. Maybe someday things would change. But so far, the differences between them were only becoming greater, as Beth's body continued to develop ever more voluptuous curves while Amanda remained slender and girlish. Now at 5'11" with 36" legs, 38-DD breasts and a slender 22" waist, she would just embarrass Amanda by standing next to her. Poor little Amanda.

Meanwhile, in her room, Amanda seethed at the sight of her former friend. Every time Amanda saw Beth, she seemed to become even more beautiful, the epitome of every feminine feature. How could Beth's breasts keep growing, while Amanda's had been stuck at 32-A for years! Well, now was her chance. Amanda would fix her and learn about the gun at the same time. Another advance for science!

Amanda pointed the gun at its' lowest setting at her former friend. "Here's to karma, bitch!" As the shrink rays streamed out of the gun, Amanda eagerly waited for Beth's body to shrivel. It did not. Instead, Beth seemingly grew!   

Amanda wanted to kill herself! She had wanted to upset Beth’s dominant beauty by replacing her classic bombshell looks with the same skinny beanpole look she ridiculed Amanda for having, but somehow she had made her even more attractive and muscular. Somehow she should have known that anything she did to Beth would only make the bitch more beautiful. Unfortunately for the world, Amanda had a temper. She lowered the level again and fired five six times. There, she'd be lucky to lift her floppy breasts now, Amanda thought viciously.

She could not have anticipated what happened next, but you dear reader should. Amanda should have known that Beth would balloon in size. Her outrageous curves pushing into never before realized dimensions. Her body bulged with muscles and veins, throbbing outward at every move. Watching as Beth laughed and crushed the metal chair she had been laying on into a ball with her bare hands, Amanda knew that this was bad.

With a grunt, Beth launched her large hulk form into the air soaring toward downtown in leaps crushing anything she landed on with abandon. Amanda realized that the same girl who had treated her years ago like garbage was now a living she-hulk, and that making her like this was a VERY bad idea. She should have realized that Beth had no regard for other people, caring only for her own gratification, glory and amusement. And now she was doing far worse than breaking hearts. She was injuring, perhaps killing people. She was destroying the town without a single care. All thoughts of scientific experiment, of using the gun on herself vanished. Now she had a responsibility. She had to stop Beth.

She changed the settings of the gun to maximum muscle drain and ran to her bicycle and headed downtown. The roar of fire engines and police sirens filled her eyes. As she neared, she saw that the first efforts by the police had failed completely. Beth had thrown buses, cars and building rubble at the police lines, forcing them too far back to confront her. The firemen shot water cannons at her, but she stood her ground, using the palms of her hands and her hardened abdominals to easily deflect the torrents of water they directed at her. Then the police lobbed canisters of tear gas at her, only to see her blow the gas back at them with her mighty lungs, sending the crowds and the police into paroxysms of coughing. She stood with her hands on her hips laughing at them.

Amanda rode carefully around, avoiding the tear gas and the streams of water and set herself up behind Beth, across the avenue, where she had a clear shot at her. She had to act quickly. She aimed and fired, hitting Beth directly in the centre of her back. Beth shuddered and seemed to shrink slightly, but more quickly than Amanda imagined possible, Beth turned, spotted her, and jumped over thirty feet into the air, escaping the beam and landing right next to Amanda, forty yards away. Before Amanda could adjust her aim, Beth grabbed the barrel of the gun and pointed it at one of the policemen, transforming him in seconds from a 250 lb. behemoth into a rail thin weakling, before Amanda could release the trigger.

“Awwww, A-man-da. I should have known it was you, had I cared to remember that you lived across the street from the park. Were you spying jealously at me through the curtains for a lonnnnng time? It must really make you feel small, seeing how perfectly hot I was, so you thought you’d spoil the perfect symmetry of my fantasy fulfilling body with some muscle?” Beth caressed the barrel of the gun affectionately with her forefinger. “But you didn’t realize just how perfect I am. How my body knows just where put every inch and ounce I add to it to make me even more beautiful, even more delectable, even more irresistible. So strengthening me could ONLY make me even better, you know.” She sighed. “But you took a little bit away from me. And now I have to get it back.” She extended her forefinger and dialled the settings up to maximum muscle gain, aimed the gun at herself, placed her finger over Amanda’s and pulled the trigger. “Mmmmmm” she purred as the muscle-building energy poured into her. “You have no idea how GOOD that feels, and of course you never will.” She held the trigger down and the gun’s energy beams made her muscles ever denser and stronger, her waist tighter, her curves ever firmer and more inviting, while only slowly increasing the size of her muscles, whose roundness only complimented and harmonized the curves of her bust and hips. Her eyes grew brighter, her lips redder, the hue of her blonde hair turned more golden. Still the energy poured into her.

“Owww,” Amanda cried. “My finger! You’re crushing it!”

“Oh? Am I?” Beth said uncaringly. “But I’m feeling so good!” The energy swirled around her now, looking for a way to get in, as if unable to penetrate the increasing denseness of her muscle. It swirled into her eyes, her mouth, her ears and nostrils, and then delicately but insistently up into her skirt, disappearing within her feminine passages. And then it surrounded her like an aura of vitality made visible.

“Well,” Beth said, her voice a symphonic orchestra. “That’s enough for me.” She released the trigger and Amanda’s finger. The beam stopped, but the aura remained. She looked at Amanda. “Is it enough for you?”

“Wh-what are you going to do?” Amanda asked, shaking.

“Well, we used to play dominos,” Beth said. “Care for a game?” She looked at a nearby block of apartments and exhaled a puff of air, which knocked the first building into the second, the second into the third, and so on, until all six buildings were a pile of dust and rubble. “Your turn, Mandy.”

Just then, there was a burst of wind, and Superman dropped out of the sky. “What’s going on here?” he demanded and looked at Beth.

She turned languidly to face him, twisting her upper body to best display her bust. “Do you want to play too, Superman?” she asked, fluttering her eyes and smiling slightly. Superman stared at her. Unable to control himself, the red tights of his uniform pushed rapidly outwards toward her. “Ooooh, looks like Superman thinks I’m pretty,” she said loudly as the crowd began to murmur.

“I don’t know who or what kind of being you are ...” Superman said, trying to concentrate his mind on his mission.

“Why, I’m a girl, Superman. I thought you noticed,” she replied.

“Superman! She’s been strengthened by this muscle growth gun. She’s unstoppable!” Amanda explained.

Superman nodded curtly. “Right.” He took Beth’s arm in his hand. “You’ll come with me.”

Beth wiggled her hip against him. “I don’t think so, Superman. I think you’re much too quick for me,” she laughed, mocking the dark stain appearing on his tights.

Superman flushed. He grabbed both her arms and held her in the air. “That’s enough. You may be powerful, and beautiful, but you’re no match for me.”

“But I couldn’t agree more,” she replied. The aura seemed to swirl faster and then formed a bridge between them. Superman’s arms started to shake and then rapidly grew thinner. His chest and shoulders narrowed and his legs shrunk into themselves until all his limbs were like twigs. He groaned and dropped Beth, who landed on her feet gracefully. The aural bridge withdrew and again surrounded Beth, who now became even more stunningly beautiful and slightly more muscular.

“What have you done to me?” Superman croaked, barely able to stand. “Have you taken my powers?”

“If I only could,” Beth said wistfully. “But I’ve only been able to drain you of your muscle and your vitality, leaving you with mere threads of muscle in your body, and your heart the size of a pea. Without your powers you would die in an instant. But even with them, your super-strength must leave you barely as strong as Amanda here.” Beth’s eyes twinkled. “Now, was it your turn, Superman?”

He shook his head and levitated slowly off the ground. “Must ... get to ... Fortress,” he said, his voice barely a whisper, and slowly flew away, barely able to fly a straight course through the gentle wind.

“And now, Amanda. What shall we play next?” Beth said, her hand on her amazing hip


Amanda was horrified at what Beth had done to Superman. If Beth could dispatch superheroes so easily, what chance did she, or anyone else have? Beth seemed unstoppable, and it was all Amanda's fault!

The only choice now was to use the gun on herself. If an extended exposure to the gun's rays had made Beth more powerful than any superhero, then Amanda would have to become SuperAmanda to stop her.

Clutching the gun, she ducked into a nearby building and found a deserted stairwell. She climbed two flights and sat in the corner, looking at the fun. She hated the idea of shooting herself before the gun was fully tested, but she had no choice. The world depended on her. Her hands shook as she turned the gun around and pointed it at herself with her finger on the trigger. She pulled it and the gun fired directly at her chest.

She felt nothing at first, but then the energy began to build inside her, a warm tingle, then a pleasurable, increasingly intense heat combined with a electric sensation in her largest muscles, spreading next to the smaller ones and then the smallest, even in her fingers and toes. It was all she could do to keep the trigger depressed when all she wanted to do was jump and scream with excitement. If only she had known! If only she had started with herself, then none of this would have happened!

And yet, her muscles weren't growing. She wasn't becoming any stronger. She checked the dial, still turned to maximum muscle growth. She pressed the trigger harder and pulled the gun closer to her chest. How long would it take?! Why wasn't it working!? Her finger was hurting, the muscles in her hand were cramping. She had to stop. There was a loud sound downstairs. Someone was coming for her!

"Superman! Thank goodness you're better!" Amanda said. "But how?" "I am fortunate that my Kryptonian technology can reverse the effect on me, but that is no concern to you." Superman exclaimed. "Drop that gun now!"

Amanda lowered the gun. "Don't worry about me. It's Beth you have to stop. I'm on your side."

"But you are the one who gave her those powers! You can't be trusted," Superman insisted.

"Please understand. It was an accident. I NEVER meant to make her so powerful, or to let her hurt you! I'm your biggest fan. And then she MADE me give her more. I ...."

Superman looked at her skeptically. "Well ... just to be safe, I should ... but what's happening to you? Did YOU use the --

Amanda's eyes had turned unnaturally bright and her breath quickened. "Oh my! It's working!" She felt as though her very self were expanding, as if her fragile body was being encased in layers and layers of steel. The gun now felt feather-light and her weight seemed non-existent, as though she could leap up the entire stairwell. Yet her body had hardly changed, and unlike Beth, her chest remained undeveloped. "Yes. To fight Beth. But it worked differently on me."

Superman looked at the gun and nodded. "Yes, we Kryptonians were familiar with that technology. It is very dangerous. Although in small doses it will increase muscle and height, the exact effect will vary based on your genetic structure, and the larger the dose the more the effect will vary. It is impossible to predict how any one individual will react."

"And I thought I was being scientific by testing it," Amanda said, disappointed. "But there's no time for this. We have to stop Beth."

"I have to stop her. You wait here!" Superman ordered, and burst through the wall.

Beth was standing on the front steps of the tallest building in town -- although the building itself was no longer there. She had thrown it 15 miles away and it now rested on the football field of her high school's chief rival team, and also on top of the team that had been practicing there at the time.

She didn’t see Superman emerge to confront her again. She was having too much fun playing with the silly men who were ‘heroically’ attempting to restrain her. One grabbed her arm and pulled, trying to wrestle her to the ground. He grunted and groaned trying to move her, but his greatest effort felt so pathetically weak. Bored with him, she twisted to the side, and as he lost his balance and fell against her hip, she gently swiveled it to adopt a slightly sexier pose and pushed her hip out, launching him into the air until he crashed into the building across the street.

A second man abandoned the principles his mother had taught him and was furiously punching her, or at least trying to do so. Beth’s strong arms easily blocked the blows aimed at her face and chest, while allowing her super-dense muscles to absorb the force of the others. With each punch his efforts grew weaker until, his face red and his breathing labored, he was close to collapsing. His face contorted in pain and frustration. Beth looked at him and said, “Poor man. All out of breath and you didn’t even get the job done! Why don’t I give you a little air?” Beth grabbed his belt and tossed him several feet into the air. Before he could drop, she stepped beneath him, pursed her lips and began to blow, first producing a stiff wind, then gale and hurricane force winds that arrested his fall and carried him higher and higher into the air. The upward movement of the air created a whirlpool of papers and dust from the collapsed buildings nearby and they swirled around Beth while pelting the face and eyes of the watching crowds. Beth closed her eyes wrinkled her nose at the dirty scene and abruptly cut off the wind. The man began falling but Superman caught him and delivered him safely to the ground and then returned to Beth.

“You again!” Beth said angrily, coughing slightly in the dusty air, the power of each cough hurling the facing crowd further back. “I thought I was all finished with you!”

Superman stood in his power stance.

“Fortunately, Kryptonian technology is far superior to that of the muscle growth gun and reversed its effect on me.” He held out a small box. “One setting restored my powers, and the reverse will strip you of your aura and your strength!” He pressed a button on the box and an orange beam shot out and hit Beth squarely on her outthrust chest, then seemed to spread around her, mingling with the aura, changing its pale white color to orange.

“What the ...” she said, frowning. The aura was pulsing, swelling in size and then nearly disappearing, only to return again. She concentrated, trying to will it to envelope Superman once again, but after moving the aura one-third of the way toward him, it disappeared again, and when it re-emerged it again surrounded Beth. Again she tried, and this time it dissipated after reaching only a quarter of the way and reappeared, much paler, only after ten seconds.

“It’s working! She can’t control it!” Superman said triumphantly, continuing to direct the beam at Beth. He moved closer. “Once the aura is destroyed, the beam will work directly on her,” he announced. “Her power will be destroyed.”

“That’s the way, Superman!” one man shouted. Others echoed the call.

Amanda emerged from the building. She watched excitedly, still clutching the gun, cheering Superman along with the crowd. “Yay, Superman!” she shouted.

Beth picked Amanda’s voice up out of the crowd and glared at her, but the beam held her frozen in place. The aura was nearly gone now and then there was a sudden flash of orange as it penetrated the aura and spread through Beth’s body. She immediately and rapidly began shrinking, losing height, muscle and her exaggerated feminine features but the shrinking stopped before Beth had returned to her original size. Superman continued shining the beam at her, but it had no further effect. He turned it off and shrugged.

“That’s enough,” he declared. He slipped the box inside his belt and walked toward her. “And now you will have to come with me, to answer for your horrible crimes. It’s a pity that the great power you gained led you so far astray. Clearly, the responsibilities of power were beyond your capabilities.”

Beth glared at him. She put her hands on her hips and twisted her still incredible bust to the left and right. “They meant nothing to me, or to anyone else. See this crowd? They didn’t care either. They were here to see me, to see the show, and then you. The only thing that mattered to me was the excitement. And that’s all you care about too.” She put one hand on her hip and struck a pose. “Isn’t that right, Superman? Your defeating a sexy girl is much more important than justice.” She leaned backwards, displaying her breasts. “I bet you can’t wait to put your hands on me and carry me away!”

Despite his stern expression, Superman could not help responding to Beth’s beauty, still enhanced by the growth gun, and he moved his legs to make more room for his rapidly expanding member.

Beth chuckled and twisted her superbly toned body some more. “Nothing like a pretty girl, Superman? Especially when you already know she’s a pretty BAD girl? Hmmmm?” she added, moving closer to him. “I bet you can’t WAIT to hold me CLOSE as you TAKE me AWAY!”

Suddenly the beam switched back on, the box’s button activated by Superman’s growing member. The orange light flashed upward and bathed Superman. “No!” he cried out, before his muscles were frozen. Beth snatched the box out of his belt and backpedaled away from him, while continuing to aim the beam at Superman, who looked horrified as he shrunk slightly. Beth frowned. “Shrink more, you! Come on, shrink like before!”

Two men rushed her, but the still powerful Beth knocked one of them unconscious with a vicious kick. The other shied back. But the attack broke the beam’s contact with Superman and he leapt up at Beth ... only to fall far short of her and tumble to the ground.

A low groan rippled through the crowd.

“My powers!” he gasped. “They’re ... gone.”

He ran toward Beth, but she evaded him and kicked the weakened Superman, somewhat clumsy without his powers, down the steps.

She held the box up and turned it around. “Ooooh, I wonder what this little switch here does,” she said, in a little girl voice. She flicked it, aimed the open end of the box at herself and pushed the button. A blue beam shot out and struck Beth for a second. Immediately she grew back to her former height, her muscle and incredible figure restored. “Aaaahhh, much better!” she said. “MUCH BETTER!” She tossed the box into the air and flashed a burst of heat vision at it, incinerating it in an instant. “NOW we’re talking REAL power!” she said happily.

Amanda ran to the fallen hero. "Let me help!" she said, quickly setting the gun on maximum growth and aiming it at him. But as she fired, Beth moved between them.

"Too much technology in the wrong hands can be dangerous," she said loudly as the gun fired its growth rays at the now invincible Beth. "Haven't you learned that yet?"


As Beth crowed at her victory, the beam again flashed purple and….

Amanda smiled as she witnessed her sisters reveling in their superiority. Having successfully grown someone, it was time to test the shrink function. She turned her attention to Beth. Sunning herself on a blanket, her top folded neatly next to her IPOD. She lay on her back, her eyes hidden by dark sunglasses. Her long, blond hair glowed in the bright sunlight. Her breasts flowed out of her tiny, green bikini, which would inevitably fail in its breast-holding mission if Beth sat up, turned her body or took a sudden breath. As Amanda prepared to shrink Beth, she felt that erie feeling. "Do I really want to risk empowering a bad person if it is on the wrong setting?" Images of a large, muscled Beth flashed through her head. Nope, she wasn't even going to go there, that would be stupid.

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welcome.


Amanda decided that she had tested the gun sufficiently. The time was now! She walked stealthily downstairs, holding the gun in her left hand. Beneath her Robert and his sometimes girlfriend, Jess, talking quietly while they alternatively watched music videos, did Robert’s homework, marked up their Myspace pages and kissed and snuggled. He had his shirt off, and Jess wore a sweater around her considerable chest, pulled down slightly.

Amanda knew exactly why Robert hung out with Jess. Not only did she have one of the largest busts in the tenth grade, but she never challenged Robert, let him touch her wherever and whenever he wanted, did his homework for him, and generally did all she could to keep him happy, even though he spread himself around with other girls too. It was just another example of what bothered Amanda about her brother. He seemed to do whatever he wanted, and people just let him get away with it.

As she entered the room, Robert had his hand inside Jess’s sweater top, fondling her well-developed right breast, while she held onto his upper arm and kissed him. The television was playing a Kanye West video, and the loud music masked the sound of her footsteps. She moved the gun’s settings to minus and fired directly into Robert’s chest. The effect was immediate. Right before her eyes, his chest lost its muscular appearance and became thin and soft. His legs became bony; although his waist remained the same size, perhaps even slightly larger, as his tight abdominals relaxed and were replaced by soft fat. Most noticeably, his arms lost all definition and became skinny, even thinner than Jess’s. Her hand, which had been resting comfortably around his half-flexed biceps, was suddenly grasping at nothing.

Amanda was thrilled. She ducked back and hid the gun in her jacket, hanging in the closet and waited in the hallway to eavesdrop on their reactions.

"What the --" Robert exclaimed. Upset by the bizarre, inexplicable change in his body, he tried to get up, but with his weakened muscles he miscalculated the effort he needed to use and moved up only a few inches off the couch before falling back down.

He tensed his abdominal and thigh muscles to try again, but Jess put her hand on his shoulder to stop him. Her slender arm felt like it pulled him down with the strength of Metro High's Left Tackle. He couldn't move an inch. She looked at him, annoyed, and said, "What happened all of a sudden? We were doing something. Where do you think you're going?" Her hand closed around his flabby biceps. "Hey, what the fuck is this?" she said, squeezing his arm several times. Her fingers compressed his fatty tissue all the way to the bone and yanked it upwards, forcing his hand off her breast.

"I don't -- ouch!" he cried. He tried to pull his arm away but Jess's grip was too tight. He yanked his arm several times, but Jess hardly budged. Jess wrinkled her nose. "What kind of an arm is this? I thought you were fit!" she said, pulling and pushing on Robert's upper arm and making it jiggle. She pulled her tube up with her free hand to cover back up most of her breast and moved away from him slightly.

"I -- of course I am. You know that!" He tried to tighten the muscles in his chest and abs to prove it, but only made the fatty tissue in his torso shake a little.
"Do I?" Jess asked, rubbing her tight waist. "Yeah, I thought you were pretty fit the last time we were together, before I went away on vacation with my family. It kind of inspired me. I've been working out while I was away, doing crunches and stuff. And all this time you must have just been sitting around watching TV the last two weeks while . I'd sure take my abs over yours any day. And the less said about our chest comparison, the better, you know?" She let go of his arm and massaged his soft chest. "Mine are bigger, of course, but yours are ...."

Robert's face colored red. "You shut up!" Inside the closet, Amanda wished she could see them, but she could well imagine what was going on. As it was, she was already laughing so hard inside she could hardly keep herself from bursting out in a loud guffaw. She had to leave and creep quietly upstairs for some water to calm herself and stop herself from coughing.

"Well, all right then! I WILL shut up!" She pulled her cardigan around her sweater and zipped it up. "They're all shut up now. And you can finish your homework by yourself!" Jess stood up. "I'm sure Albert Hunt could use some of my company. He might even do MY homework for ME!" She stomped across the room.

"Albert? Wait!" Robert said. He stood up, slowly and tried to follow, but his legs were so weak that he was moving much slower than Jess.

Jess turned and looked at him scornfully. She let him catch up and then held her arm out to keep him away. "You're really pathetic, you know? I don't know WHAT I saw in you." She pushed him and he tumbled into the closet as she skipped up the stairs.

"Where are you going, Jess?" Robert heard Amanda ask.

"Hmmph!" was all she said.

And then he heard Amanda laugh. That was strange.

The whole afternoon had suddenly turned so strange. How had he gotten so weak? Was he sick? Had he gotten some kind of muscle wasting disease? How had it happened so suddenly?

Upstairs, Amanda was wondering what to do. The growth gun worked, obviously. And now she wanted to play with it some more, a lot more. But it was downstairs, while she was upstairs. And Robert was downstairs too.

How was she going to get it? Why didn't Robert just run after Jess? He was so lazy! So worthless. Or had she made him too weak even to try? Grrr! For the moment, she would just have to wait until he came up.

Robert was resting, trying to recover his strength. He was leaning against the closet wall where Jess had shoved him, cushioned by the jackets hanging in front of him, except in one place, where something hard was stuck into his stomach. He fished around the jackets. It was a gun! In Amanda's jacket! He fished it out slowly, worried it might fire.

"Hey Robert, is everything ok?" Amanda called.

"Hey, fuck off and leave me alone" Robert replied in as normal a tone of voice as he could manage. It was quiet upstairs. It worked.

As he rolled over onto his thin legs, he stepped over and saw a strange object, like a phaser off of StarTek

It was a strange gun. No barrel for bullets. A dial on each side. He couldn't read the print in the dark. He pulled a chain that turned on the single bare light bulb. The dial on one side said "Height", with a plus or minus, and on the other it said "Muscle", plus or minus. It took him a minute, he wasn’t after all very bright. But then the light went on in his brain. Amanda! She had done this to him!

Ha! But now HE had it. And he could "fix" everything, both himself AND Amanda! He turned the muscle dial to plus, all the way to the maximum setting, aimed the gun and fired. Nothing seemed to be happening, so he pulled the trigger harder and kept firing.

Meanwhile, above him upstairs, Amanda was perched at the end of the stairs. Where WAS he? What was he doing down there? If she knew him, now that Jess had stomped out, he was probably in a corner somewhere, jerking off.

Suddenly she felt strange. Not light-headed, but light-bodied, as if her weight was dropping almost to nothing. At the same time her clothing felt constricting. A button on her blouse popped, and then another and another. She looked down in panic -- the whole front of her blouse was open, and -- as was usual for the small-breasted Amanda -- she wasn't wearing her bra, but at least she did have a t-shirt on, although one that was rapidly showing signs of extreme stress. As she looked, her chest was pushing out and her nipples were as erect as they had ever been, like bullets inside her taut tee, ready to fire. Why, she was growing muscle, huge muscles! Robert must have found the gun and was firing it in some random direction!. How stupid could he be, when he should be firing at himself! She cautiously flexed her right bicep and immediately split the sleeve of her blouse.
My god! It was enormous. She must be so powerful! And still she was growing!

What should she do? She needed to get the gun back, before Robert figured out how to use it on himself. On the other hand, she was still growing and she didn't want to move from the spot and miss out. But what if he figured out how to aim and made himself even stronger than she had now become? And what if he reversed the setting and took her new muscle away? No. She couldn't wait. She had to act fast while she was still far stronger than he was.

She ran down the stairs to find Robert and seize the gun back from him.

Inside the closet, Robert heard thundering footsteps. Who could that be? No one in the house made that much noise coming down the stairs. No one, that is, except him.

"Robert, where are you?" Amanda said. "I know you're down here." She looked around. He must still be in the closet. She pulled the door open and pulled him outside. "You've got my gun! Give it back!" She put her hand over the barrel.

He looked at her with horror. His weak, flat chested sister was now bursting with muscle, with rounded shoulders, a thick chest and mound upon mound of beef up and down her arms. She was lifting him in the air as if he weighed nothing. No! That couldn't be! He couldn't let her. As she got ready to take the gun, he twisted the muscle growth dial to negative and fired.

"No you don't!" she cried, snatching the gun away, although he had kept his hand on the trigger and continued to fire for several seconds until she had wrested his hand from it.

“That’s mine brother dear.” She straightened, her t-shirt ripping as she continued to grow both taller and more muscular. Robert’s mouth dropped in abject horror as his stupid older sister continued to expand above him. He looked to the side as her bulging biceps ripped through her sleeves. Noticing his attention she giggled and began flexing. “Well LITTLE brother, it always bothered me when you grew.” She felt her bra tighten and with a deep breath she felt it snap as her massive breasts pushed outward. Amanda couldn’t help it. She felt her nipples harden into little pinpoint diamonds under her shirt. She looked down and noticed that her shirt had crawled upward revealing both the undersides of her massive breasts and her lattice like abs. She barked out a laugh when she realized that her shorts had shredded, leaving her standing in her shredded T and her pantys towering over tiny Robert. “Now where did Robbie go?” she asked as she put her hand to her brow. Her other hand pulled him close to her, preventing him from running away.

Robert winced as he struggled against her giant hand on his back. Amanda was so she filled his view no matter where he turned. He felt like a kid again. Her enormous breasts hung above his head as he looked forward at her belly button. Damnit, her hips were wider than his shoulders!

“There he is” boomed Amanda down at him, having to use her hand to hold back her boobies, each one bigger than Robert’s torso. “Amanda, I hate being called Robbie, it makes me feel, small.” He said as he stamped his foot. Amanda gave him a smile, “But you look small.” She reached down and began to jiggle and shake his arms and torso, causing him to move this way and that. Robert tried to ignore the jiggling motion this produced in his sister’s enormous rack. “And you feel small,” she said slyly, suddenly rubbing her knee into his hardon.

Robert flushed and jerked about “Manda,” he said plaintively. “Relax perv,” she said, “I’m joking, besides I’m not the one getting a chubby from his older sister.” Robert still flushed stepped back as she released him. “Manda I can’t live like this, please have a heart.”

She paused a second. Amanda was enjoying herself; her nipples were proof of that. But this was getting weird. She felt some sympathy for Robert. “Alright, you can grow a little bigger, but only just.”

Robert nodded, he would play the part of the obedient little brother until she wasn’t looking, then bam, payback. He held the gun, marveling at how heavy it felt. Yet when she handed it to him, her bicep hadn’t even risen. He shot himself then suddenly… "Oooohh," he said faintly, drooping into her arms.

Amanda looked at him, puzzled. "Funny. I don't feel any weaker at all! But what's wrong with you?"

Robert could barely lift his head. "I dunno. I feel ... even worse than ... before."

Amanda put him down, but Robert couldn't even stand. He slumped to the floor.

Amanda laughed. "I can't believe you shot the gun and made me stronger, instead of restoring your own strength." She flexed her biceps. "Will you look at that!"

Robert could not have been more miserable. "I don't get it. "

What happened? Why'd shrink yourself?"

"I don't know I DID shoot it at myself, the growth ray. But it didn't work. I don't know how it got to you!"

Amanda looked the gun. She set it to growth. "Let me try something." She shot it at Robert. "Look at that! No effect. It's like, once it's been used to make you weaker, it won't work to make you stronger again."

"But look at you!" Robert cried out, as the back of Amanda's shirt ripped completely. "You've got even stronger again!"

"Yeah. It's like ... once the growth ray hit me once, I attract it. Just as you attracted the shrinking ray you aimed at me. Maybe it's some kind of radiation from the gun that lingers. I wonder how long it lasts." She laughed again. "Poor Robbie. For your sake I hope not very long!" She tucked the gun inside the waist of her skirt.

"Don't worry little bro. I wanted to teach you a little lesson, but I don't want to turn you into a weakling for good. I'll keep trying the growth ray on you, and let's hope that the radiation wears off soon."

She tried aiming at Robert briefly again, and the other sleeve of her T tore. Robert looked up at her, even more miserable than before. "Ooops. Guess we'll need to wait a bit longer."

Just then the doorbell rang. "Oooh, I almost forgot," Amanda said. "I invited Sharon over to study. Maybe that's her."

"Not Sharon! You'll be with her for hours! And where will that leave me?"

"Don't worry. Maybe she'll figure out a way to help. You know she's even better in science than I am."

"You're not going to tell her about this, are you?"

"Of course! She's my best friend."

The bell rang again, more insistently. Amanda walked over, careful not to break anything. Her enormous quads and calfs bulged and strained with every movement. Robert found himself sluggishly following, desperately trying not to look at his sisters round glistening glute muscles pushing the large round globes of her ass out like a spring with each step. Robert felt his dick begin to throb, “Stop, this is my sister, Amanda.” But all he did was distract himself so that when she stopped he kept going running straight into that gorgeous ass and bounce back to the floor. Amanda didn’t even notice.

“ShARon, so goood to see you.” She said to her best friend. “You to Amanda, although I see you weren’t lying on the phone, even your muscles have muscles.” Amanda smiled as her friend looked at her bicep for a long moment. Obligingly, Amanda flexed her enormous right arm, her bicep rising till it was the size of Sharon head. Sharon let out a low gasp as she explored Amanda’s enormous muscle, feeling its hardness, basking in its soft feminine warmth.

“Oh lord yes,” Sharon moaned, “I’m so jealous.” Suddenly filled with an idea, Amanda pulled the gun out and shot Sharon. “Did you just…?” Sharon asked, biting her lip. Amanda nodded. “Oh my!” Robert had had enough “AmANda, you were supposed to let ME grow that time.” Amanda looked down at her little brother, “Not now Robbie, Sharon why don’t the big people go upstairs and…explore these knew bodies.” Sharon nodded, “And in the meantime I brought my little sister Becka over, she and Robbie can play.” Robert looked up at Amanda in expectation, “When do I get to grow, MaNDa?” Tired of her brother’s whining and eager to explore her new body, Amanda handed him the gun. “Here, Robbie, but I’d wait a while unless you want Sharon as big as me.”

Robert nodded, desperately trying to keep a straight face. Finally, he had the power again. He turned as the two large women pounded up the stairs to see Becka standing before him. She was a year younger then he was. Her ebony skin was clear and pretty, but he had always ignored her because she was really short and flat. “Hi Becka,” he said shyly. Becka seemed to size him up. “Wow, your like my height.” She was right, crap she was only like 4’9” tall!

Becka listened as Robert told him all about how badly things had gone. She nodded sympathetically as he informed her how he had shrunk time and again. She asked why he couldn’t use the gun and he explained how the rays were attracted to someone for a time. “Can I see it?” she asked innocently. Robert was unsure but Becka seemed to like him and anyway it hadn’t been long enough for the rays to reset. She smiled and then in one motion put the gun to her temple and fired.

Robert watched in awe as suddenly Becka began to grow. “How? How can you grow when it hasn’t been long enough?” Becka smiled as she walked over, her clothes tightening around her ever stretching form. “Because,” she stepped forward, surging three inches taller than him, “I didn’t give the rays anywhere else to go.” She took a long step toward her height shooting up another three inches so that she was now 5’3”. “I want you to know Robbie I had such a crush on you.” She brought the gun up and shot herself again, this time three times in a row. Her body instantly shot up nine inches making her tower over Robert at a lofty six foot. She flexed her pecs and watched as her breasts popped her training bra off, her shirt shredding, she was nude and beautiful and she was right on top of him.

He felt a heavy weight in his hand as she pressed the gun into it. “And now your punishment, little boy, is to make Big Becka even bigger.” She turned around swinging her hips, “and be quick or else I’ll crush ya shrimp.” Robert closed his eyes and fired, then opened to watch as Becka grew and grew and grew. She was almost as big as Amanda!

Robert looked at Becka with dismay. She had so much muscle, so much power already, while he was weaker than he had been as a ten year old. He held in his hand the one object in the entire world that could help him, that could put him back in control, that could give him back his vanished strength and save him from the fiendish Bekka.

But he knew he would have no chance to use it. If he even tried to turn the gun at himself she would take it from him in a second and use it herself, but only after pummeling him.

"I'm getting soooo impatient," she snarled. Her muscles tensed slightly and rose in her arms and her shoulders.

"Please, Becka, I'm just ..." he said, and then heard heavy footsteps.

"Becka! Becka! Are you down here? Did you take the gun?" Sharon was saying as Amanda thundered into the room.

Never before was Robert so glad to see her. She'd save him!

"Robert! What did she do to you?" she said, startled, and then quickly took in the situation. "Becka! You get away from my brother! Now!" Amanda ordered and started toward them, but suddenly stopped.

Becka grinned and flexed her biceps, which rose powerfully. Robert could see that Becka was already larger and more muscular than Amanda. He was doomed. But of course! He'd make Amanda stronger! Making her stronger than Becka wouldn't take nearly as long as restoring his own strength! He turned the gun quickly to maximum setting and fired it at his sister, holding the trigger down to pump her with power as quickly as possible. But nothing was happening!

"Robert! Stop!" Amanda cried.

But a large finger clamped down over his forefinger and compressed it against the trigger. "Oh, don't you DARE stop, you little traitor," Becka said. "It doesn't matter WHO you aim it at, silly boy. The radiation is freshest and strongest on me, and so ALL the gun's rays go to me, right where they belong!" She turned him around, forcing him to continue firing the gun. "Oooh, that feels so good. They've stopped growing but they're still thickening, hardening, transforming the very substance of my muscles into denser and denser matter. And the energy I feel, it's like the energy in my muscles is swirling around, doubling and redoubling my strength with every second."

Robert, Amanda and Sharon seemed transfixed, staring at Becka. "Now that I've got your attention, 'friends' ...." She flexed her biceps and a cannonball shaped muscle burst out of her arm. It seemed to shine, as though it were radiating energy.

"What's happening?" Robert said. "I ... can't hold the ... gun!" The barrel of the gun swiveled so that it faced her biceps, like a compass needle turning to North. Becka's skin shimmered. Her breasts rose higher, and her nipples shot to fully erect and pushed through her top. Robert stared at her. His lips tingled.

"Ohhh. So now you feel differently about me?" Becka laughed. "Is it my kindness? My generous soul? My keen sense of fashion?" She pushed her finger down Robert's blue jeans and split them, allowing his erection to pop out. She laughed again. "Oh my! Is THAT supposed to be threatening?"

"Becka! This isn't right!" Sharon said.

Becka blew a gale force wind at Sharon and pinned her against the wall. Sharon collapsed to the ground as the air flow ceased. "Hey big sister, do I care what you think? I suppose I SHOULD thank you for making me come along with you ... but I wouldn't wait around too long for it. You know what I mean?"

She looked down at Robert. "Now, Bobby boy, get down on your knees and worship me. Kiss my feet and let's see you work your way up from there. And you Amanda ...." Without a word, Sharon shrunk Amanda and Sharon until they were both Becka's old size, "Now go home Sharon, and take Amanda with you." Wordlessly the two left

Turning back to the shrunken boy at her feet, Becka began to pose and flex, "Well, Robert. I think I should use the gun on you now.”

Robert had been lying on the floor, completely spent, sexually, physically and emotionally, but now looked up at Becka, excited. “Yes! Y-yes. If you make me stronger, I mean, at least normal again, I’ll be able to, you know, worship you so much better!,” he said earnestly.

“You think so?” Becka said, crossing her formidable arms. She nodded slowly. “I can see why you’d say that. You are so pathetically weak.”

“Amanda did that to me!” he said, glancing up the stairs where Amanda had taken the injured Sharon.

“That was so wicked of her,” Becka said. She took at the gun and adjusted the settings. “I could never do what she did,” she said, and fired the gun at Robert. “But making you strong again isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

The shock and fear on Robert’s face registered only briefly before he started shrinking and quickly disappeared inside his shirt, which Becka lifted off the floor. She fished for him inside and let the oversized cloth drop, leaving a naked 4” Robert writhing in her hands, his tiny arms barely half the size of her pinkie fingers, and far weaker.

“Are you actually trying to get out, Robert, when I could crush your fragile little bones with two fingers? When you would fall the equivalent of 100 feet to the ground? Not very smart, you know.”

She lifted him up to her mouth. “I think you need to taught a few lessons by your master, little boy.” She stuck out her tongue and licked his head, forcing it back and forth with the tip of her tongue, and then jabbed her tongue into his stomach. “Come on, little one. Fight back. Stick your tongue out at me!” she taunted as he nearly collapsed from the blow. “Awww. You don’t like a little tongue? Then let me show you another part of me, close up.”

She took his arms between two fingers and lifted him next to her upper arm, and then flexed her biceps, making them rise slowly until they extended above his head and below his feet. “Impressive? Oh how I’d LOVE to see what they look at through your eyes. She lifted him higher and draped him over the imposing, rounded muscle and let go, forcing him to cling to her biceps with all of the remaining strength of his arms and legs, while his member, erect yet again, rutted against it. “How’s that?” she laughed, and pulled out the gun.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not going to make you any smaller. You’re just the size I want you to be. But you were right. I will need you to be a little bit stronger.” She held the gun up above him, just millimeters away from his back. “I know the rays want to go to me, not you, but they’ll have to pass right through you to get to me, so you should get the effect.” She fired, but only for a fraction of a second, so that his diminished body regained the same form as before, but due to his size just a tiny fraction of his former strength.

“And now, there is yet another part of me that you’re going to get close to, little Robby. And I hope for your sake that you know what you’re doing and do it well, very well!”

Becka chuckled as she lowered Robby into her cunt. “Oh god that feels incredible,” she moaned as she began to fondle her enormous breasts, Robert desperately fumbled in the dark finding her clit and practically humping it while rubbing his tiny tounge and teeth against it. “YES YESYES!!!” Becka cried as she arched backwards, her movements cracking the floor where her large butt hit. Her pussy muscles tightened nearly crushing him before her hot pussy juice washed him out. “OMG, little man,” Becka said has her hands brought him to her mouth, her hot breath warming his sticky body. “I think I will keep you.” She sniffed him, “And you even smell like me” she beamed. “Your goddess is pleased, now you may relieve yourself if you wish on my foot like a good slave boy.” Robert knew better then to deny himself release and proceeded to hump goddess Becka’s foot. As he did so, both of them missed the gun tips purple glow and then bright flash.

Amanda felt puzzled, she had been about to finally shrink her little brother but something was hold her back, maybe she should see how the gun affected men first?

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Wasn't this one of those continuing stories, where people contribute to it in a community fashion? Marknew stories are some of my favorites, but somehow other people can take the story in a direction he does not like, and he loses interest. I hope he goes back to some of the stories he has there now, because they are quite good. The Big Green Muscle Machine is one of my favorites.

[mondo]

I had one I co-opted, but posting it here would be problematic because I made renders for it. 

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This is great stuff Mondo. Can you message me and tell me where you might post the next one?

[mondo]

It was a writing.com thread that Marknew wrote several pieces for.  I was frustrated because I felt that the pieces could be fit into a whole.   I took it upon myself to try to bridge the various pieces into a single narrative.  Credit should go to him, I feel I mostly did some editing work, and wrote a paragraph here and there.  I posted another one of these on © Saradas with renders I made.  (I would post it here but I can't figure out how to make Jpgs appear on the site.) 

[mondo]

Chapter 3
Sometimes a Book is still a book, and an Amazon is an Amazon

There was Arnold, her nerdy next door neighbor, sitting on a park bench with his Nintendo, pretending to play while ogling the girls passing by. Poor Arnold. When he wasn't being too awkward, he could be very sweet, but no girl would ever give him a chance!

Although he could be kind of creepy, Amanda always felt a bit sorry for Arnold. When they were very young, it was convenient for their mothers to have them play together in the back yard while the two women relaxed together.

But once Arnold and Amanda started attending school, it quickly became clear to Amanda that Arnold didn't "get" other people, and she began avoiding him, preferring other girls to play with. Still, he was a good occasional lab partner, and every so often he could be very helpful with some bits of calculus that Amanda missed in class. In turn she usually had a smile for him when they saw each other near
home and when she could, she put in a quiet, good word for him with her friends, trying to deflect the abuse that brainy, nerdy Arnold would otherwise attract.

When she saw Arnold furtively glancing at the various girls in the park while pretending to play his Nintendo, she wondered what he would have been like if he had a normal, masculine physique. What if he was built like Brad or one of the other football stars? True, his personality was already fairly well decided, shaped by his years of poor physique and embarrassment in gym class, but maybe a sudden improvement would give him a burst of confidence and change him. And with his obvious intelligence, he, more than almost anyone, would know how to handle it.

Encouraged, she set the gun on extreme muscle growth and on moderate height growth, thinking that increasing him from 5'6 to about 6' should be perfect. She lifted the shade to aim, opened the window and fired.
Bullseye!

The effect was almost immediate. Arnold looked around, startled, and grabbed at his shirt and pants, dropping his Pocket Nintendo in the process. His t-shirt immediately became tight on him, revealing the outline of his muscular chest and started riding up his stomach, while his arms quickly developed proper masculine and then ultra-masculine biceps. He looked around and flexed awkwardly a couple of times and then blushed when two girls started pointing at him and laughing. He walked toward them but then stopped short when his pants split. His face grew redder and the girls laughed louder. He looked away and then across the street first at his own house and then at Amanda's. He bent down to pick up his broken game, and his pants split even more. His picked it up but angrily threw it to the ground, smashing it. Then, head down, he ran across the street toward his house, disappearing from Amanda's view.

Amanda shook her head. THAT wasn't the way it was supposed to happen. Arnold didn't seem in the least bit pleased by the body she had just given him. In fact, he seemed angry, and even more awkward then before. And even though his body looked great, the girls still laughed at him. Maybe he just needed to get used to his new body, and maybe other people would treat him better, once they got accustomed to seeing him looking so buff.

Amanda sighed. At least the gun worked. At least --

She heard a loud noise downstairs and then loud footfalls up to her room. The door burst open.

“So YOU have it!” he said angrily. He ran up to her and grabbed it.

“What are you doing?” she said, surprised. She tried to hold on to the gun, but he was far larger and stronger than she was and he easily wrested it away from her. “Give it back!” she cried out. “It’s mine!”

“Yours?” he said. “How could it be yours? I MADE it!”

“What!” she exclaimed.

“My pop invented it. He’s been working on the schematics for two years and finally built it in the lab at home. I borrowed it last night to show the cheerleaders, but as I rode to the forum last night on my bicycle, ready at last to experiment with it, it fell out of my back pack. I retraced my steps for hours looking for it but it had vanished. I couldn’t believe someone else had it. It was killing me that someone else would use it!”

“Well ... I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was yours.” Amanda looked up at him meekly. “But, you can’t be mad, can you? I mean, I didn’t mean any harm and ... and you look great, you know.”

Arnold stared at her.

“I mean, isn’t this why you built it? Isn’t this exactly what you wanted?”

“No, you bitch, I wanted to make those goddesses Beth into the muscle amazons they deserve to be.” Amanda was horrified, for some reason the idea of a Amazonian Beth filled her with dread. “Arnold, maybe you want to, y’know want to try nice girls.” Arnold growled “why would I want a ‘good girl’ like you when I can have a REAl woman!” Amanda was stunned, she hadn’t realized that Arnold was a bad person but…wow.

“I can’t let you do that, the damage to innocent people if someone who was wrong got that kind of power.” Without warning Arnold suddenly grabbed the gun and began shrinking her. She shrank and shrank until gasping in horror, she felt his hands close around her tiny nude body.

Two days had passed with tiny Amanda in a box in his bedroom. In some ways it was like having a pet. He had to clean her box each day, feed her and play with her a little. It wasn't as if he could "do" anything with her. She was too small to read a book and her voice was so high pitched and quiet (fortunately) that he could hardly have a conversation with her. He kept a radio in the box so that she would not die of boredom but otherwise there was very little he could do for her.

He suspected that chasing her around the box with his finger wasn't much fun for her but he rationalized it as a way to ensure she had enough exercise. Even though she had no clothing she was so small he couldn't even see any of her feminine features, much as he wanted to. She seemed to understand this and after the beginning made no effort to hide herself. Arnold shivered with fear when he thought about what would happen if she ever escaped. He knew the arrangement could not last, and very likely would end badly, but once started he had no idea how to end it.

Fortunately no one could trace her to him. At best, her disappearance would be a tragic mystery, heartbreaking for her family, of course, but no threat to him.

The doorbell rang. It was Katie! She had come!!

Katie Lungren had been his fantasy for years. She was an inch taller than he was, not pretty in a classic way, but with a distinctive presence and tough, though very feminine way of moving. She had been a tomboy when they were in grade school and had always rejected any attempts he made to talk. After all, she was well-regarded as a jock. She excelled in gymnastics and tennis. But unfortunately for her the curves her body produced when she became a teenager made gymnastics impossible and her tennis matches too much of an attraction for spectators for her to compete confidently. She dropped out of all her athletics programs, and although she retained her muscular build, her reduced training caused her to gain weight, most of which settled in her bust, her thighs and her hips. This made her even more attractive to Arnold, who fantasized that the additional weight was all rock-hard, bulging muscle. Not that he had ever dared to talk to her again, not until today. She was so intimidating, with her sullen, angry demeanor, a result of normal teenage emotions, her unhappiness with her body and her resentment that its development had forced her out of the sports and the activities she liked best. And her disdain for him only encouraged his fantasies of her as a powerful, even unstoppable female force.

He was amazed his plea for her to come to his house had worked. He didn't know whether he had needed to offer to do a year of her math homework to get her to come. But it worked. That was the important thing.

He made sure his room was neater than usual, that Amanda's box was hidden and that the gun was well-placed for when he needed it. Then he ran downstairs to let her in.

"Katie!" he said, somewhat breathless.

She looked down at him and nodded. "Yeah, it's me." She looked around the quiet house. "So, what's this about? You planning to try something? You know I could beat you up in ten seconds.."

"Yeah, I ... I'm sure you could. But well ... can you come upstairs? It's more comfortable in my room."

Katie looked around. "No one else is home?"

Arnold shook his head. "Uh uh. My Mom and Dad are both working. They don't get back until after dinner."

"Yeah? Ok. Just so I know. I brought the math. Are you going to catch me up now? Hurry, 'cause I have to copy it all before I meet Angela and Evie." She handed her homework to him.

Arnold scanned it and shook his head. "It won't take long today. Fifteen minutes maybe. There's plenty of time." He took the stairs two at a time, while Katie followed more slowly. "In here," he said, unnecessarily, as he entered his room. He sat on the bed and after looking around she sat on his desk chair. He couldn't believe she was here, in his room.

"You're, uh, kind of staring at me, you know," Katie said.

"Sorry ... it's just ... I can't believe you're here."

"Why? You asked me. You said you'd catch me up on my math. I'm way behind. It's a good thing you got this idea." She looked at him and then looked away. "But you're still staring at me."

"I ... Er ... Sorry!". Arnold blushed.

"It's kind of weird." she added. "Maybe I'll go You can bring it to my house and I'll copy it later."

Arnold stood up. "No! Don't go. Please!l. It's because I ...um admit I like to look at you. I've ALWAYS liked to look at you.'

Katie looked unimpressed. "Yeah, I've noticed. It sure took you long enough to say something. You're not too good with girls, you know."

Arnold nodded. "I know. But really ... you have to understand. You're, like, my ideal!" She laughed. "I mean it. You're ... so strong."

"I sure am. l may not be in as good shape as I used to be, but I'm tons stronger than you are." she said, flexing her biceps. "Huh. You like my biceps, huh?"

Arnold nodded. "Ummm, yeah."

Katie looked at him. "Yeah! I bet you do. Figures that you'd be the guy who likes 'em. But I hate my body now. I hate being so out of shape." She laughed a bit bitterly. "I can't believe I'm admitting this to YOU!"

"You're not out of shape. Not really. But ... I can help you!"

"HA! You're gonna tell me you're not just a math freak but also a personal trainer?" She looked more than skeptical.

"I can make you stronger, the strongest in the world!" he said, his excitement overcoming him. He pulled his gun out of its hiding place.

Katie stood up. "Ok. That's it.," she said, shoving Arnold down and grabbing the gun from him. "Jeez! I'm so outta here!" She looked at the controls. "Muscle growth ... Height growth. Right! And where's the button for making me invincible?"

"You can't ... actually the muscle growth, with enough exposure, makes it really hard to get hurt, at least where the muscle is. It's because they get so much bigger and much harder!"

"You're actually serious!". Arnold nodded. "Why would you do this? What's in it for you?" She looked into his eyes. "You'd want to look at me? Touch me?" Arnold blushed and looked down. "Creepy. Cute maybe, but definitely creepy. Ok. Math freak mad scientist guy. I'll give you three minutes before I beat you up. Let's play. Shoot!" She handed him the gun.

Arnold's hands were trembling. He checked the settings, aimed and fired briefly. The ray hit Katie's waist.

"Oooh! What was ... Jesus!". Her shirt immediately tightened as her chest and shoulders grew. Her thick arms expanded, producing rounded biceps, and her legs widened. She hit her abs a couple of times. "Hey, they're fuckin' harder. OK now. Gimme more!"

Arnold nodded. He shot again, three times as long as the first time.

"What a rush. Yeah!" Katie said. Her chest expanded first. Her bust pushed outward and higher and then her shoulders widened, stretching her shirt and making deep stress lines across the top. She held up her arms, eagerly awaiting the rays' effect on her arms. "Yeah baby. Make me Supergirl! Make me a fuckin SUPERDUPERGIRL!" As if response to her demand, her muscles expanded instantly. Arnold stared open-mouthed as her biceps grew from impressive bulges to softballs and then melons. Katie glanced at Arnold. He was transfixed, lost in admiration of her strength. It annoyed her. She wanted to beat him to a pulp. But not yet. "I bet you want to touch them, huh?" she said casually. Arnold hesitated for a second and then put his hand around her right bicep, one on top and the other underneath, feeling it reverently. Katie let out a low, contemptuous "Harder," she said. "Is that all you can do? I can't even feel it. Squeeze 'em. Show me you're a man!"

Arnold nodded and tried to push her biceps in, even a little. "I ... I'm sorry, it's ... too hard ... for me," he said, looking down at his feet.

Katie put her hand on his shirt and lifted him up so that he looked down into her eyes. "'You bet, wimp. You're pitiful, pathetic. Kiss it, then," she commanded. Arnold put his lips down. "No. Wait". She tightened her fist and her bicep swelled again. "Wait," she said and grit her teeth. She tensed harder, as hard as she could, and another peak appeared. "There!" she triumphantly. "NOW, do it."

Katie put her hand on his shirt and lifted him up so that he looked down into her eyes. "'You bet, wimp. You're pitiful, pathetic. Kiss it, then," she commanded. Arnold put his lips down. "No. Wait".

She tightened her fist and her bicep swelled again. "Wait," she said and grit her teeth. She tensed harder, as hard as she could, and another peak appeared. "There!" she triumphantly. "NOW, do it."

Arnold pressed his lips to Katie's enormous bicep. The warm steel of her flesh against his lips was the culmination of all his fantasies. The muscle beneath her soft skin throbbed with vitality and power. His whole body shivered with excitement, but a painful cramp in his crotch marred the dream moment. His tool was caught in the wrong position, and he was too fearful of what Katie would say if he reached down to adjust it.

"Yeah, so you like this? You like making me so strong?"

Arnold pressed his lips against her muscle harder. "Yes," he murmured.

"Look at you, so turned on by my muscle! I bet you'd want to make me even stronger, huh?"

"Umm ... you're so powerful now," Arnold said, a little fearfully. Suddenly he was flying into the air. Katie grabbed him by his belt and with one arm lifted him, holding him sideways level with her head, her arm fully extended.

"You bet I am! Look what I can do. You feel so light to me as it is. But why stop now when I can get even stronger? Hmmm?"

"Well 'cause ... um ... I don't know if it would be ... healthy with ... so much ... er."

She swung him down and pressed him against her. "Feel this, Arnold! Feel these muscles all over my body, how hard they are, how large they are. Can you feel all the curves they make, everywhere, all over my body?" Arnold nodded, barely able to resist letting, deeply afraid of how Katie would react to his sticky, staining emissions leaking onto her perfect feminine skin. "And now feel this, when I flex them."

"Oooooh, ughhh, owwww! P-p-please. Don't. I. Can't. Breathe."

"Awww. You don't like that?"

Arnold shook his head.

"Hmmmph! I though you would." She relaxed her muscles. "Yeah, they get even harder when I do that, when they push against your soft, weak little body! Already they're so hard. And you're gonna make them even stronger, right? I won't hurt you. If you do what you're supposed to."

"Will you ... let me touch you ... your muscle?"

"Heh heh. Maybe. Let's see how strong you can make me, and then we'll see."

Arnold nodded. Even though it wasn't working out quite the way he had hoped, it seemed that she got the message that hurting him wasn't right. It was the only chance he had to get what he had always dreamed of, not just a girlfriend, but one with huge powerful muscles! And Katie was ... KATIE. "OK," he said. "That seems fair."

Just then Katie's cellphone went off -- with the ringtone from "Stronger"

"Yeah? Oh yeah!"

"I told you he had a thing for me".

"He would if I told him to. But that's not the only thing."

"Uh uh. You'll have to see. Well yeah! No! Perfect!"

She hung up and grinned at Arnold. "Angela and Evie are coming!"

"But you were going to let me ...."

"Change of plans."

The doorbell rang. "Come on! That's them." Katie pulled him, nearly tearing his arm off. "They were waiting across the street in the park." He tumbled after her, crashing into her broadened, muscular back twice as they went down the stairs but not knocking her off balance. Katie stopped short. "Will you get a grip!"

She bounded down the last five steps and pulled open the door. Her two friends were waiting. Angela was tall and thin and always seemed a couple of seconds behind everyone else. But she was a loyal friend, with a keen sense for fashion and clothing, and matchless in cooking, drawing and sewing. Evie was short, with a large bust and hips. She was emotional, enthusiastic and had boundless energy and a limitless appetite for pleasure.

"Katie?!" Evie screamed. "You’re so buff! What happened to you?"

"I'm Mega-Katie," she screamed back, pulling Evie inside. She grabbed Angela too and shut the door.

"I didn't know your real name was Meg!" Angela said, confused. "All these years and you never told me.. Hey! You know your top doesn’t fit. What's with the muscles? "

"Not Meg, Ange. Mega! Like super!" Katie said, exasperated.

“Oh! Yeah! I get it!” Angela said. She looked at her and shook her head. “I didn’t think girls got muscles like that from working out.”

“They don’t.” She pointed at Arnold. “They get ‘em from him. Come upstairs. I’ll show you.”

“But that wasn’t the deal!” Arnold protested.

“Hey, you like muscles on girls. Now you can make three girls mega-powerful!”

“But they ... I didn’t want anyone to ... you know,” he stammered.

“So, you’re not going to do it?” Katie said, looming over him. She picked him up and slammed him against the wall.

“Owwww!” Arnold said. “Why do you keep hurting me?”

“’Cause you’re not doing what I tell you.”

“I don’t have to ...”

“No?” Katie said, still holding him against the wall with one hand and flexing her enormous biceps with the other. “Oooooh, I think you should have thought about that before you made me so strong! Now, are you going to help, or do you want me to use it on you and make you even more of a weakling than you already are?”

“Um ... ok. But will you let me ....”

“Shut UP and just do what I say, if you know what’s good for you. Come on, ladies!”

They followed Katie up to Arnold’s room and Katie positioned them in front of Arnold’s book case. She checked the setting on the gun and then handed it to Arnold. “OK. Now shoot it so you get all of us. I want you to make Evie and Angela as strong as I am now, and make me even stronger. Got it? And if I even see you touch the other controls, I will shrink you down to ten inches and then see what you’re good for. Do you understand?”

Evie laughed. “Ten inches?” She shifted the weight on her hips. “Mmmmmm.”

Katie handed him the gun. “OK. Once I’m back there, shoot all of us.”

Arnold looked as unhappy as could be. This was turning into a nightmare. But he had no choice. His hands were trembling. He fired, but the beam jiggled all over, sometimes hitting the girls and sometimes the book case.

“Can’t you aim better? Jeez!” Katie said. They all started gaining muscle, but slowly as the beam kept missing. “Just keep going. We’ll take as much time as we need.”

“Ooooh, look at me!” Evie said, striking a pose and watching her muscles grow. “I’ve got biceps bigger than my brothers! And my fat’s disappearing.”

Angela was frowning slightly. “Now nothing fits!” she complained, mildly. “But, I guess I can alter my clothes. It’s kind of nice.”

“Yeah, I’ll say!” Katie said. “I’m WAY beyond any male bodybuilder now! I bet I’m the strongest person in the world! What do you say, Arnold?”

He nodded. “C-can I stop now?” he pleaded. “My finger’s getting tired.”

“Yeah, you can stop. For now! Hey girls, I think it’s time to go out on the town and see what these bods can do!”

“Yeah!” Evie said.

“Well, if you think we’re not too indecent,” Angela said, hesitating.

They went downstairs laughing.

Arnold let the gun slip to the floor and slumped onto his bed.

“That did not go well at all, oh well plenty more where they came from.” Suddenly Arnold noticed a shadow over him, then a deep, feminine voice, “do tell!”

“AAAAmanda?” he said suddenly turning around as he stared up at her enormous form. She was so large that her hair was brushing the ceiling. “Oh my…” Amanda took a step forward, her large muscled form easily shaking the whole room “Goddess?” she asked, a weird look on her face. “I mean physically,” she raised her hand out, grabbing Arnold by the balls. She lifted him up until he was sitting on her arm between her large forum and bicep. She flexed and he screamed as her enormous bicep kept rising, crushing him against her forum. “I mean, I’m a nice girl, I would never crush you with my big hard biceps.” “how, you ask, when you dropped the gun it shot me allot, I’ve never seen or heard of ANYONE bigger than me.” She finally stopped flexing and picked him up, his body almost throbbing as hard as his penis.

“Or threaten to squash between my thighs,” she lowered him roughly in-between her thighs and began squeezing his head until he ate out her pussy. His tiny hand barely making a mark on her oversized legs, he came into his shorts from all this erotic domination shortly before Amanda released him causing him to fall and hit the floor hard.

"So, maybe NOW I'm your fantasy? Obviously, from the way you've messed up your pants you have SOME interest in me!" She bent down again, picking him up in disgust.

She lifted him higher so that his head grazed the ceiling while he looked down in awe at her huge, only partially flexed muscle. Even though he feared for his life, he couldn't help imagining the power in that one large muscle. He wanted to bend down and kiss it, to worship it. But he didn't dare make a move.

"To think I used to defend you in front of my friends, to talk to you even though it made ME unpopular, because I thought you were a nice enough guy and deserved better. If only I knew what a creep you really were!"

Her muscles tightened with anger, making them grow even more. Arnold's mouth dropped open. His whole body yearned for her. He was already getting hard again.

"Yeah, you like this, I can tell!" Amanda's face colored. "If you'd only been nicer to me before, I might have felt differently about you. But it's too late." She shook his body. "I'd rather throw you through the wall then let you enjoy looking at me for one more second!"

She tossed him across the room, adjusted the gun's settings and aimed it at him. "I should do to you what you did to me!" she continued. She got ready to pull the trigger while Arnold cowered in a ball on the floor. "No. I won't stoop to your level. But I WILL take this gun away from you. And if you EVER talk to me again, or even LOOK at me, I will make you so small and weak that the insects will carry you away. Do you understand me?"

Arnold nodded, not daring to look Amanda in the eye.

With that, she left.

One he was sure she had gone he opened his computer and found the files on building the first gun. He still had one more crystal containing black whole matter, although this one had different properties than the first. He had no choice. He would have to use it now to build a new gun, before Amanda changed her mind and shrunk him beyond recovery.

Arnold worked feverishly to build the new gun. The other crystal reacted just as powerfully as the first but it's results on his test subjects were unpredictable. When he aimed it at one rat in a cage, the other seemed to be affected. In one case, the other rat became much larger than the first. In another case, both rats were completely unaffected. In a third, the other rat changed from female to male and attached the first rat. At least they all survived the gun's rays. He poisoned the empowered rats, not wanting to risk what they might do if unleashed in the world.

Arnold could not deduce exactly what was happening. The first gun was so much simpler. It had done exactly what he had wanted. It was perfect, but it was no longer his. It was clear that this crystal gave new and wonderful powers to change other living beings. He wanted that power himself. And now he needed it.

He had no choice. He held his breath and aimed the gun at himself. And fired.

He felt nothing. He checked the crystal. It showed the effects of the energy burst, but there was no way to measure what its affect was on him.

He felt a wave of disappointment. And then he felt angry. WHY did everything he did turn out wrong! He should have been on top of the world. Instead he was worse off than ever!!

He had to get out of the house. He had to do something.

It was New Comics Day. He would walk to the newsstand in town. At least he'd get SOMETHING out of the day.

He buried the useless gun under his winter sweaters and went out the back of the house, not even daring to look in the direction of Amanda's house. He cut through the alleyway, taking the back route to town. He walked quickly, his head down, not wanting to see anyone.

But of course, with the day he was having, he ran into the one person, other than Amanda, he least wanted to see: Lila Hansen.

Lila was his rival for valedictorian, although he was was brilliant in math and science, while she excelled in languages and writing. Her lack of facility with math was the one thing that gave Arnold the advantage in class rank. But her other characteristics more than made up for being a close second to Arnold. Although she was small-breasted, so small that she wore a t-shirt instead of a bra, and had narrow, boyish hips, she had a slender and graceful body, and her lively personality and her skill in tennis, field hockey and singing made her very popular.

When she first moved to the neighborhood she had no particular grudge against Arnold, but after he repeatedly put her down for her lack of math and science skills, she struck back using her witty tongue, her cleverness and her popularity to put him in his place.

He saw Lila first, but the long, narrow alleyway gave him no choice. He wouldn't turn around and run away from her. No, he would just walk by her, without saying a word. But she would have none it. As she saw him approach she slowed down and stood in the middle of the path.

"Well look who's here! Whatever would bring YOU out of your cave? Is today the Math Olympics? Or is the new Spiderman out?"

Arnold glared at her. How had she known about Spiderman?

"No it's NOT the Math Olympics," he replied, stopping to think of a way to put her down. He wanted so much to show her how bad she was at math. Just then he felt a little tingle. "If it were, you'd be in the Addition and Subtraction section!" he said triumphantly.

Lila seemed to feel it too. "I just ... what was that?" she said, looking at him puzzled. "I feel kind of ... I don't know!" She looked off into space.

It was his power. He was affecting her somehow. Yes! There was so much he wanted to do to her to bring her down several levels. It was his dream to make her stupid and slow-witted, as bad in language and writing as she was in math! To make her clumsy. To make her tone deaf and harsh-voiced. To make her need thick glasses. His whole body was tingling. Yes! He would do it! He could make her weak and flabby, the worst athlete in the school, flat chested with big hips and ...

"What's happening to me?" she said, confused. "I feel so ...." She stared at him.

Yes!! He thought. It's working!!"

"Did you know that you've got a pimple just waiting to come out right on your nose?" she said slowly. "It's weird that I can practically see right through your skin and watch the white blood cells gathering around the infected area. It's really quite repulsive, Arnold," she laughed, her giggle as sweet as a nightingale's song. "Ooooh, listen to me! La-la-la-la-la-la-la! That's so beautiful! Oh! NOW I get it! How gravity curves space!"

Arnold stared at her. "Wh-what's happening to you?"

Lila's breasts were growing, pushing her loose blouse outwards. Her hips and butt were developing, while her already thin waist was narrowing.

"No! No!" he cried out. The tingling was getting stronger. He wanted her smaller and weaker, not to improve her. "Stop!"

Lila started growing. She had been two inches smaller than Arnold, but she was rapidly passing him in height. He arms and legs were thickening too. Her chest muscles pushed her breasts up and further out, so that they were now straining against her no-longer-loose blouse.

"Stop?" she said. "Are you doing this?" Arnold turned to run away but Lila grabbed him by the shoulders and lifted him off the ground. "You ARE doing this! And not because you want to! No, this is exactly the OPPOSITE of what you want, deep down, isn't it? To make me stronger, more beautiful, more talented and smarter, even smarter than you! Because now I understand so much. I INSTINCTIVELY understand calculus now, and game theory, probability, topology, linear algebra. Oh, it's all so easy, Arnold!"

"Please ... let me go!" Arnold struggled to keep his mind blank, but he couldn't help it. His deepest desires activated the power the gun had given him, regardless of what he consciously thought.

"You can't control it, can you? It happens automatically. Aww, but Arnold, I know you DON'T want me to be like your comic book characters do you?"

Arnold shook his head. The tingling was getting worse.

"You wouldn't want me to be as powerful as Supergirl? As brilliant as Brainiac? Hmmmm? You wouldn't want to give me the power to change people the way I WANTED to, WOULD YOU?"

Lila began to grow, her skin turning green. Her enormous eight foot tall body developed further as her breasts defied gravity, despite not having a bra. “Ah, that is more appropriate wouldn’t you agree Arnold,” she said in her perfect melodious voice. “I think I have all I need from you today, but be warned,” she leaned in her large face and intimidating chest pushing him to the ground,” if you alter anyone else, I’ll crush you!” She flew off into the sky her skirt flying up to show her perfect legs and ass.

As Arnold trudged to the store more dejected then ever he saw Tricia. She was overweight and so…perky. She had always had a crush on him. As she came up and began talking to him, he realized that she was growing taller, more muscular and beautiful by the second.


Arnold's heart was pounding with excitement. This wasn't so bad after all. He hadn't wanted to make Tricia so powerful, but she actually liked him. She was on his side. And even though she had never been the object of his desire, he liked her. Now maybe things could be different.

And, she could protect him from Lila! He explained that tt seemed to be that what Arnold don't want to happen, happens. That's what Lila did. She kept saying more and more things that he didn't want, and he couldn't myself from thinking about them, and then somehow they all came true.

"That's incredible!" Tricia exclaimed. "What a weird power!"

Arnold shook his head sadly. "Yeah, it's just the kind of power nobody would want, and naturally I got it! You put this Popeye idea into my head. I didn't want you to get so strong, but I couldn't stop thinking about it, and it happened. But," he added quickly, "I'm not upset about it. I LIKE the idea. Really I do!"

Tricia put her arm around Arnold and effortlessly and happily lifted him off the ground, then held him horizontally while kissing him deeply. "There! How was that?" she asked when she released him. His dizzy smile told her what she wanted to know. "See how good my control is getting already. Oh Arnold, I've always loved you. And now I'm the girl you want, right? Now all you've got to do is make me as powerful as Lila, or more powerful. Then you'll have your dream girl, a girl who is in love with you AND is strong enough to protect you."

Arnold nodded happily. He closed his eyes and concentrated on all the superpowers he had unwittingly bestowed on Lila, willing them to Tricia. He opened his eyes and looked into hers. "Well?"

She shook her head. "I felt nothing. Nothing's different."

"I don't know. I ... it's not something I control, I guess."

Tricia bit her lip. "I don't get it. You give Lila superpowers, and all I get is this lousy buff(a nerd RPG term for improving a characters stats)." "I can't believe you made Lila so much more powerful than me! It's like, you only help girls who hate you, instead of girls who want to love you!" She started to cry.

"No Tricia, that's not true! Please don't cry." Arnold said. He put his hand on her shoulder and tried to comfort her. At the same time, though he was thinking what she said just might be true. It occurred to him that now that he wanted to help Tricia, he couldn't. The only way he could make her as powerful as Lila was if he didn't want to. But that would only happen if she hated him. And he knew that he didn't want that.

"Get your hand off me! I never want to talk to you again!" Tricia said emotionally. She glared at him.

"But Tricia," Arnold said, his heart sinking. "I thought ...."

"Well, you thought wrong," she said, standing up. She looked at the blouse, stretched out of shape and now also covered with grass stains. "And look at this. You've ruined everything. I hate you Arnold. I HATE you!"

In a flash, Arnold realized what happened. It was exactly what he didn't want. And floating in the back of his mind now was another thing he didn't want, what Tricia had wanted, what he had wanted to give her before, but now, desperately DIDN'T want to do. He struggled not to let it come to the surface, not to take form, not to organise itself into thoughts, or words, or images. He thought about his homeroom teacher, the Yankees' losing streak, his most embarrassing moment in gym class, Tricia's crooked teeth and braces, which led him to remember the bit of spinach that had been caught in them. Yes, spinach, its magical power bestowing properties for Popeye. But no, not that. Not Popeye. No, the thought echoed. Not just Popeye. All the powers Lila has. And more. No! Arnold screamed inside. NOT THAT!! He looked at Tricia in fear. Not Tricia. Not now!

But it was starting already. Her mousy features were already softening into shimmering beauty. Her legs grew longer and sexier. Her waist pulled inward while her hips grew rounder. Her breasts pushed steadily outwards, bursting her narrow blouse, while her arms grew toned at first and then steadily more and more muscular, but not with ordinary muscle. Instead, muscle possessing the combined powers of Superman, the Hulk, Wonder Woman and the rest of the Justice League. She smiled down at him, a gleefully malevolent smile. "Arnold," she said, in a powerfully rich contralto, dripping with sensuality. "Do we have a little business together?"

"No ... Tricia ... please."

He scrambled to his feet to run, but she appeared in front of him he crashed into her body, steel hard beneath her amazing breasts. She caught him and held him against her chest. She snapped her finger and with Zantana's magical powers, a humble can of spinach appeared. She held it above her mouth. "I think you may enjoy this Arnold, but don't worry. If you don't, I surely will." She squeezed the can and a stream of spinach poured out into her waiting mouth. Trumpets sounded the Popeye theme. "Here they come, Arnold!" she taunted.

The spinach power poured into her chest. Her breasts lifted even further and expanded pushing into Arnold's chest like twin battering rams. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

"Ugh, oooh" Arnold groaned.

"Not done yet, sweetie!" she teased, as her nipples began to stiffen and grow into diamond hard points.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" he cried. "You'll kill me!"

"I wouldn't dream of killing you. That would be too easy," she said, flaunting her incredible chest. "What I want is to make you feel bad. And now Arnold, am I not your true dream girl now? The girl you'll never, ever have! Because YOU can only have what you DON'T want! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" she laughed. As she beat Arnold, the gun glowed black and then everything went bright.

Arnold stood staring the gun. It wasn’t his, it was his mother’s. He shouldn’t mess with it. After all he was a boy, and boys had no place in things like science. He should work to be a good boyfriend for his girlfriend Amanda and learn to cook. He went outside and watched as the girls who had come home from college were playing football with the boys. That was dangerous. They could hurt them if they weren’t careful. One of them playfully would let a boy go only to catch him almost instantly. “Oh Arnold,” he turned around to see Amanda, the girl of his dreams standing there. Good God she was big. He walked over to her. “Arnie, I need someone to rub sunscreen on my back.” Arnold took the enormous bottle from Amanda’s outstretched hand, admiring the way her huge biceps flexed with each more. Amanda rolled over her large boobs smushing into the towel as she waited. He tried to straddle her back, but those broad muscles were so big. As he felt the hard muscled curves of this gorgeous woman, he forgot all about his mother’s ray gun.

The End

[snowman7]

Great pull of the Marknew sections of those stories.  I'll check out my hard drive because I know there are some different ones out there as well.

[snowman7]

More ray gun fun.  I wrote a good part of this.  Not sure if Marknew did.

There were Jamey and Sally, the two most popular cheerleaders in her school, and Brad, Sally's boyfriend and the best fullback in the State. Brad had his arm around Sally but he was looking down Jamey's shirt. And by the way Jamey was moving next to him and bending over, she seemed to be encouraging him. Even from across the street, Amanda could tell Sally was getting angry at both of them.

Sally was furious.  She and Brad had been out for a jog and they had run into that bitch Jamey headed the other way. Of course Brad just had to stop and talk to her. It was bad enough that Sally had to see her everyday they had cheer practice together, now she had to deal with her on a Saturday too. Sally was a sexy girl, and she knew it as well. She even thought she looked great in the simple running shorts and tank top she was currently wearing. But Jamey was the only girl on the squad, heck, the only girl in the school that had her beat in just about every way. The only advantage Sally had was her height. At 5’9“ she had a good seven inches on Jamey and the long, long legs to go with it. Jamey, however, was superior in every other category imaginable. Her spectacular DD cup breasts dwarfed Sally’s modest C cups, her hips and butt were much more rounded and sexier, her hair was a gorgeous shade of strawberry blond while Sally’s was more of a dirty blond, even her skin was like porcelain while Sally’s was soft, but freckled. And then there was the features that Brad was talking with her about right now. A bit of a sore subject for Sally, really. Brad was really impressed with Jamey’s muscles.

“I can’t believe how fit you look.” he told her. “You must be really strong!”

Jamey put her hand on Brad’s chest, “Oh, you’re sweet. I do enjoy being strong, though. It really helps with our tougher routines. And it gives me a lot of confidence.  I know I’m able to do things that some of the other girls can’t. But if I had known that guys like you like girls with muscle I would have worked out twice as hard.”

“Oh, yeah! I think you look amazing!”  Brad told her as Sally checked her watch. “You know Sally here works out a bit, but she says she doesn’t want to work out too much since her boobs tend to get smaller. OUCH! What? That’s what you said.”  Brad rubbed her shoulder where Sally had punched him.

Jamey laughed. “Well, it’s true, you know.” she said. “My boobs used to be a LOT bigger than this, and now they’ve shrunk down to tiny little boobies!”  She hefted her enormous bosom with her two hands so that her cleavage was ready to explode out of her v-neck shirt. Then she leaned forward just a little bit so that Brad could get an even better look. “It’s worth it though, to be so strong.”  And leaving her left hand to fondle her breasts she brought her right arm up and flexed a lemon sized bicep. “Still, I’m sure I’m no where near as strong as you are. Your muscles are amazing and huge. I’ll bet you could hold me down without even trying”

That was all Sally could take. She was about to storm off, telling Brad that he could have that little whore if that’s what he wanted and that they were through, but just as she was about to, she noticed a flash of green light from one of the houses across the street from the park. Then a beam of light hit her and filled her body with a strange warmth.

Once it stopped she turned to Brad, “Honey, did you see that?”

“Once sec, babe,” he dismissed her.

Sally had expected the strange warmth to wear off, but instead it got stronger and stronger. Her whole body was hot from head to toe, but she felt the strongest heat and tingling in her nipples and her vagina. It was all she could do to keep from rubbing those areas right there in the open. Then she noticed movement coming from her shirt. She looked down to find her breasts surging forward and outward. In seconds flat her breasts had eclipsed Jamey’s in size and were still growing. Her tank top became very tight and seems began popping, but Sally just started laughing.

At the sound of her laughter Jamey and Brad looked Sally’s way. The smile melted from Jamey’s face, but miraculously appeared on Brad’s. “Jesus, babe,” he said, “what’s happening?”

Sally didn’t answer. She was busy enjoying her transformation. As her breasts reached the size of volleyballs they slowed to a stop, her shirt was strained, but still intact. Her stomach, however, was completely revealed which allowed Jamey and Brad to watch as her waist shrunk by a few inches while her hips spread out a few more enhancing her hourglass figure.

Sally could then feel an enormous strength building in her body. She couldn’t see past her giant bosom, but she could feel her body solidify as her muscle began to harden and grow. Her hands ran over her stomach and verified that her abs were now outlined with deep grooves. She knocked on them a few times and marveled at just how solid they felt.

Sally then watched as her enlarged breasts began to surge forward on a shelf of pectoral muscle. Her shirt, which had hardly been able to contain her enhanced boobs, now split under her arms. She gripped the front of her shirt and the sports bra underneath and pulled with one quick move. She stood before them both topless and gigantic.

As her muscles continued to swell Sally brought her right arm up and flexed her bicep. She was shocked when it solidified into a ball the size of an orange. She relaxed her arm and then flexed again. This time her bicep was even bigger, about the size of a grapefruit. She did this over and over watching as her arm continued to grow bigger and bigger until they were over twenty five inches around. Finally her growth came to a slow stop and the warm feeling faded from her body.

Sally noticed that Brad and Jamey were stunned into silence. She continued to play with her new body, flexing different muscle groups. Finally she looked at Brad and said, “Look honey, I was wrong. I get bigger breasts when I get bigger muscles.”

Brad stammered some random syllables trying to put together a coherent sentence but failing. Jamey’s face was bright red with jealousy. There was Sally standing before them with muscles big enough to shame just about any male bodybuilder.

Sally walked up to Jamey and, placing her hands in her armpits, lifted Jamey up off the ground so that they were face to face. Sally lifted Jamey’s body up and down a few times marveling at just how strong she was. It took no effort whatsoever to hold Jamey aloft and Sally figured that she must be a lot stronger than she looked. Perhaps her strength was bordering on superhuman. Definitely something to look into.

Sally pulled Jamey close to her face. “Remember who the stronger one is. Now don’t FUCK with me or my man!” She threw Jamey’s body back and she landed a good ten feet away from where Sally stood.

Then Sally turned to Brad. “Now am I good enough for you to drool over like you did that whore? Am I sexy enough? Am I strong enough?”

Brad was about to answer when Sally punched him in the side of the head knocking him out cold.

Sally stood there for a moment and looked over at her still clenched fist and back at her unconscious boy friend.  He was anything but small, at 6 foot 2 and 240 pounds of muscle.  But she had just knocked him out with one punch!  Whatever had happened to her wasn’t just strange, it was awesome.  Making sure Brad was still breathing, she giggled as she saw Jamey get up and run away.

“And stay away you little slut!”

What Sally didn’t see was Jamey dialing 911.

Amanda peered from her window at the scene below.  The gun worked better than she would have imagined.  Not only did Sally get big muscles, but her boobs grew too!  And she must be damn strong to knock out Brad so easily.  Pulling out some binoculars, she decided to see what Sally was going to do next before taking any further action.

[snowman7]

Continued....

With Jamey out of the way and Brad out cold, Sally looked around, noticing that the events had pulled the attention of several on lookers.  Feeling a bit shy about the fact she was topless, she blushed.  Her tennis shoes and half socks had remained intact, but her running shorts were ripped and barely covered her behind.  All of her bulging, rock hard muscles had grown on the same thin, but athletic frame, making her look like some type of super hero out of the comic books.  This fact melted the shyness away and her confidence grew.

“With a body like this, why should I be embarrassed anyway?  I’m going to rule the school now!”

Sally turned her head and placing her right foot out, flexed her long leg and marveled at the incredible muscles that burst to the surface of her thin skin, outlining deep grooves and sinews across her bullish thighs and football sized calf.  Smiling, she reached up and cupped her large breasts, and gasped at how firm they were.  Hell, she could barely move them!  And she was really strong!  It was if her breasts had gained, well, muscle!  She snickered.

“No need for a bra.”  Looking over at a lamp post she hummed.  “I wonder.”

Walking forward, Sally pulled her breasts to the side and slipped her cleavage around the metal pole.  Releasing her breasts, she leaned forward, engulfing the post.  Flexing down gently, Sally reveled in the feeling that she could flex her breasts!  Her tits really were filled with muscle.  She was soon giggling as the metal post immediately began to groan.

“Mmmmmmm.  This feels soooooo goooooood.”

Her nipples grew into twin diamond bullets and she instinctively flexed her chest harder.  The metal screamed in protest and collapsed within her cleavage, compressing the six inch metal with incredible pressure, bending the lamp post to the side.  Sally let out another moan and arching her back tore the lamp post in half, with the top half now held firm with her boobs of steel.  She opened her eyes as the post buckled under her unyielding pressure and bent back toward the head.  She reached out and grabbed the post and relaxed her pectorals, pulling the elongated, half inch thick metal away from her body as her fingers now dug into the metal with surprising ease.

“Holy crap, I AM stronger than I look.”

Dumping the lamp post to the ground, it slammed into the park grass with a thud.  Smiling and flexing up her right arm into a massive 26 inch wall of picture perfect female power, Sally looked around and spoke to no one in particular.

“Anyone want to challenge me?”

As those who were looking began to back up, sirens blared from an approaching police car.  Sally released her flex and placed her hands on her hips.  “This is nothing I shouldn’t be able to handle,” she thought.

The police car pulled up next to her and two officers jumped out.  The one on the passenger side was closer and quickly looked around and stopped cold as his gaze fixated at Sally.  Sally smiled at him, realizing that her Amazon form was not something seen every day.  The officer shook his head and cleared his throat.

“Ma’am, there have been reports of a young woman exposing herself in public and committing assault.”

He looked down at Brad who was starting to stir and to the ruined lamp post on the ground.

“And it looks like we’ll be adding vandalism to the list.”

Sally dropped her smile.  She mumbled “Jamey” under her breath as the officer pulled out some hand cuffs.  Sally took a step back.

“Oh, I don’t think so.  You’re not throwing me in jail.”

Sally didn’t notice the other police officer with the taser circle around to her side until too late.  The first officer nodded at him and he took his shot.  Sally screamed and quickly sank to one knee.  The officer held the voltage and Sally was soon down on all fours, and then on to her side, cursing at the world.  Once she stopped moving, he released the voltage.

With the threat seemingly gone, the first officer move closer with his handcuffs out.

Amanda watched with surprise thinking, “Oh no, this is all my fault, I should do something.”  Amanda looked at the gun and turned up the power.

Electrical impulses had just coursed through Sally's enhanced body - electrifying every nerve ending, shocking every muscle. The impulses caused her muscles to convulse at an incredible pace, flexing and releasing, over and over again - over one hundred times per second they tensed and released. The feeling had driven through Sally like an orgasmic tidal wave. Her screams of pleasure had been mistaken for screams of pain. Her breathlessly excited intonation of "oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck", had been mistaken for cursing the world. And her brief settling into post orgasmic bliss had been mistaken for unconsciousness. She lay there long enough to let the officer pull her temporarily limp limbs behind her back and clamp steel cuffs on her.

As she recovered though, she felt even stronger than she had moments earlier. It was as if those electrical impulses had driven her body through a superhuman workout regimen, her muscles now tighter, stronger and denser than they had been even moments before. She began rising to her feet, unsteadily at first as her nerve ending recuperated from such incredible bliss. The cops felt more secure seeing this, thinking that she had been subdued. Amanda worried more about poor Sally, and getting her out of the trouble she had caused - blasting her with the intensified beam even as Sally, laughing at her would be captors, casually brought her arms around in front of herself, snapping the hand cuff chain as easily as if it were a strand of tissue paper.

The invisible beam struck Sally once again and her head threw back in ecstasy, striking the head of the officer who had been standing behind her, driving him backward 20 feet and downward into the concrete, not likely to get up again based on the head wound he had just suffered.

Sally’s power grew incredibly and her muscles glistened, almost seeming to glow with energy - their size increasing only slightly as they far surpassed the density of the hardest materials on earth. A wide, sensual grin formed on Sally's face as she placed a hand on the nearby police cruiser and with comical ease sent it spinning skyward.

"Wouldn't want you taking off before you see the whole show - Jamey went to such trouble to get you here." - The thought of Jamey made her smile as she realized how insect like her one time rival was to her now.

As the glow around Sally subsided all of the power she had received, all of the mega energy, was pulled into her, causing her muscles size and density to only increase further.

The initial blast had given Sally incredible strength and male bodybuilder sized muscles.  The taser had actually made her stronger, amplifying her strength closer to super human.  But the last blast from the gun had amplified both!  By the time the last of the power was sucked into her body, the muscles across her 5 foot 9 inch frame were gigantic and looked as though they were cut from solid marble.  Only her muscles were far harder and denser than marble.

“Now do you still want to take me in all by yourself?  Or would you like to call for back up?”

Raising her arm back up only a few feet from the remaining police officer, she smiled as she flexed her arm, blasting forth a bicep with strength no longer nearly super human, but surpassing even that!  And with the sound of metal rubbing against metal, the Teutonic plates that were her bicep muscles rose, swelled and solidified into the biggest, hardest, strongest muscle ever dreamed.  The bicep split was a cavern.  Each muscle fiber pressed against her paper thin skin in bold relief, her bowling ball sized tricep dipped low, littered with deep grooves, and her mountainous peak pressed up higher and higher and higher, passing the top of her head and shining with uncompromising health and vigor.  The sweat she had produced while writhing from the taser wisped off her 60 inch bicep as the beads danced and evaporated against her superheated skin.

The police officer’s mouth went open as he wet himself, frozen in abject fear.

Released her incredible flex, she giggled at the sight of the pee stain working its way down the officer’s leg.  Stepping toward him quickly, she gripped him by his shirt and easily lifted him high in the air, shaking him like a rag doll.

“Thought you were pretty tough tasering a teen age girl, huh?”  The officer’s teeth chattered as she shook him.  “Well how about if we see if you can fly?”

The officer’s eyes went wide with terror and Sally sniffed.  “Nah, you’re not worth it.”

With a flick of her wrist Sally sent the officer sprawling into the park, head over heels until he came to a stop 50 feet away on the grass.  Sally turned around, looking for Jamey, figuring she had stuck around to see her get arrested.  Sally smiled when she saw Jamey, trying to hide behind the large statue in the middle of the park.  Once Jamey noticed she was spotted she turned to run, but tripped and fell instead.  Sally ran quickly over to the statue of a man on a horse from some battle.  The statue was huge, twice the size of a normal man and horse and sat on six foot tall, 50 foot diameter concrete slab with a large metal fence ringing the outside.

Jamey stayed on the ground, expecting Sally to race around the statue and beat the holy heck out of her.  But when Sally didn’t show up right away she sighed.  Maybe Sally didn’t see her after all.  But then she noticed that the statue started to move and the earth around her started to rumble.

Sally had reached the statue and smiling at the situation, reached down and dug her arms into the ground, cracking through the concrete sidewalk like it was balsa wood.  With a satisfying smile she pushed the entire structure forward, cracking the sidewalk near Jamey, who hid her head, figuring the statue was about to crash down on top of her.  But Sally instead pushed deeper and finding the center, began to pull the entire concrete block and metal statue up.  Sally reveled in her strength.  This was easy.  With one quick thrust, Sally hoisted the entire structure over her head, holding it like an oversized pillow.  Sally cleared her throat and Jamey opened her eyes and yelped with fear.

“So you little bitch.  Thought it would be pretty funny to see me get busted huh?  How about if I bust this statue up side your head?  Or better yet, dump the whole thing on top of you?”

Driving her super strength home, Sally released the statue with one hand, holding the 10 ton structure aloft with one arm!  Jamey cowered.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.  Please don’t kill me!”

Sally laughed.  She had never felt so in control.  “Oh, don’t worry.  Unlike you I have certain morals.  It will be much more fun to for you to see me do whatever I want to whomever I want.  Get used to being second best Jamey.”

Sally then pulled the statue down to her near the top of her head.  “And in case you’re wondering.  Yeah, I’m fucking Super Girl!”

Sally arched her back slightly and launched the statue up in the air so hard and fast that it created a sonic boom before heading into low orbit.  She then hit a devastating double bicep and thrust out her chest, flexing forth muscles bigger, harder and stronger than any man on earth, causing Jamey to cry with fear and jealousy.  As Sally laughed again, more sirens moved closer and an entire squad of special unit officers pored into the park.

Meanwhile back in her room, Amanda was breathing hard, rubbing herself with pleasure as she continued to get a good close up view of Sally.  Sure she had created a Supergirl, but the feats of strength and the huge muscles were driving her wild.  When she had flexed up that gigantic, perfectly shaped bicep, Amanda nearly fell over.  And when she launched that huge statue into space she shook with pleasure.  As long as Sally wasn’t killing anyone, she would continue to watch the show, confident she could intervene if necessary.  She also stared at the settings. What if this were turned up all the way? Amanda turned weak in the knees at the thought.

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"Oh, Jamey," Sally stretched her body long moaning to the flood of expanding muscle, "You can't imagine how amazing this feels."

Sally barely noticed, or seemed to care, as SWAT closed in around her with trained precision. Jamey could swear she heard steel slide over steel as the now supercharged Sally rubbed her muscle stuffed thighs together. Lost in lustful reverie, Sally scooped Jamey's head into her hand even as Jamey fought uselessly against the immeasurable strength of her captor.

"Put the girl down!" A team leader shouted.

Jamey's screaming voice was silenced by Sally's right nipple. Jamey, swallowing blood and teeth, began to panic as she felt it fill her mouth pressing her tongue flat and stretching her jaw. She pounded Sally's breast frantically as pain wracked her skull. Looking up at Sally's flushed, angelic face, her panic became desperation. Sally didn't seem to notice what she was doing her as she breathed heavily through moistened lips.

"Holy-" was all the team leader could muster before Sally's heavy breathing tossed two teams through the trees.

Jamey hung from her nipple struggling for breath as Sally's hands moved over her own skin. Small orgasms traveled through Sally's body moving in a rush of warmth that would escape through the tips of her breasts that would engorge her nipples making Jamey scream in silent pain. Tears flowed over Jamey's cheeks only to sizzle away against the skin of Sally's superheated body.

"OH- that's so- OHHhhh...so goo- UGH!" Sally too began to cry as power and pleasure ebbed forth to a shuddering climax that shook the park grounds under her feet.

"YEAH!" She screamed forcing the entire police force to protect their ears. The sound shook their skulls and blurred their vision.

Quickly and professionally, the teams recovered.

"Teams Delta Two and Three! Back into position!" Orders were barked into communication units.

"Did she just-?"

"Back into position! No more questions!"

Steam wisped from Sally's body caressing the lines of her body clinging to skin before reluctantly wafting away on the breeze. She spread her arms to stretch out her earth-quaking muscles to titan proportions. A muffled scream of agony rose from Jamey's throat as Sally's nipple separated Jamey's jaw. It felt like a massive block of stone had been forced into her mouth and her face burned from the heat of Sally's casual passion. Finally, she blacked out only to hang limply from Sally's breast.

Sally, recovering almost instantly, looked around at her captive audience before finally noticing Jamey stuck on her right nipple.

"Jamey?" She giggled. Jamey swung about like a sock monkey as Sally wiggled her chest. "How did you get there?"

"Put her down!"

Sally smiled and complied. Jamey's jaw, severely injured, hung open as she was tossed to the ground. Sally placed her hands on her hips as the team leader yelled.

"Now!"

Team one closed in all four brandishing tasers whose leads bounced harmlessly off of Sally's impregnable skin. Their attack paused as they all looked at each other in confusion.

"Here," Sally happily offered, "let me help you."

The SWAT members blinked and found all their wires leading into the slit of her pussy lips. Sally stood patiently crossing her arms under her iron mounds. They didn't disappoint.

"Oh-oh god! It's so much...so-OHHH...much MORRR-RRRR!"

Her skin audibly struggled to hold in the influx of strength that flooded her already superhuman muscles. Though her sun-kissed flesh held, her muscles writhed underneath fighting for space. Her fingers grasped nipples so hard that her own growing strength was useless against them. The team let go of the triggers. Sally panted contently.

"Oh daddy, spank me again." She breathed.

"Again!"

Sally's moist lips parted. Her back arched slightly as she rose up on her toes, let out a girlish giggle, then shuddered.

"MMmmmm...one." She raised a finger to signify her first small orgasm.

"Mmm-yeah...two!" Another finger joined the first as she yelped.

"Oooo...three...AGHhhh...four...aaann-OH. And five!" Her counting hand surrounded her left breast. "Yeah! Keep it up bo-OHHH...six!"

It kept her distracted, though it was obvious to Amanda that the team had no idea what they were doing to her. Her panties on the floor, she slipped her fingers into her wet pussy under her skirt and watched with rapt attention.

"Seven!" Sally continued to play her orgasm game enjoying the constant flood of power that raised goose pimples over her skin.

"Fuck-YEAH! Ohhhh...eight and a good one!"

"Keep her busy, Delta One. They're almost here." The team leader's comm set squawked as the team shielded their faces from almost unbearable heat of their target's perfect body. Sally's head swooned to the side.

"Niii-AHHhhh...nine. If this is how you keep a girl busy, you can do this all day!"

A tenth orgasm brought her other hand to her right breast. They let off the triggers and Sally rocked back onto her heels.

"Oh poo." She pouted. "I was just about to have another one."

They all transitioned to rifles.

"Fine. I'll finish without you." She smiled.

Her arms reached up as she gathered her long silken hair to the top of her head. Steam hissed from her tongue while she licked her bicep.

"Look, mommy." Sally winked at the team leader. "No hands!"

The temperature around her rose almost instantly radiating out to catch one SWAT member's clothes on fire. The rest backed away to cover and opened fire.

"Bring her down!" Soon the entire SWAT force was firing in a coordinated attack. Sally showered herself in the metal rain smearing the soft metal over one of her now glowing breast.

"Mmmm...here..." She sighed, "Ohhh-yeah...here we...go-OOOHHH!"

The ground trembled for blocks and every armored vehicle in the park were tossed to there sides as if they were nothing more than toys. Sally reached to the sky letting her hair fall over her shoulders while she rode the wave of her release.

The police were scattered without Sally ever touching them, or even herself. Soon, it was over. Sally stood in the center of blackened earth biting her lip. Her eyes closed, she pinched her nipples.

"Oooo, wow." She reeled. "I wonder what would happen if I actually fingered myself!"

"I wonder how long I make an orgasm last? Oh I can't wait to try!"

"Don't you guys get it? You're just a sex toy to me!" She opened her eyes in frustration only to be looking down the barrel of a tank.

Sally blinked her eyes a few times, forcing herself to focus.  As the last tingle of pleasure from the tasers settled down, her superheated muscles began to cool.  Sally shook her head a few times and casually tensed muscle enhanced even further by the continued shock to her super human system.  Her already super human strength had increased to ridiculous levels.  Muscles bigger and harder than any human had grown larger and denser, filling her body with a physique to put the Hulk to shame, but with wicked female curves and massive power boobs.

Bending her knees slightly she looked up at the tank directly in front of her and around at the other tanks crowding the park.  “Oh, this should be fun!”

Flicking off the metal flakes from the bullets she had rubbed on her body, Sally shook her long blonde hair and licked her ruby lips.  “Bring it on big boys!”

Finally receiving his order, the nearest tank fired and the shell connected right at Sally’s chest.  Only this chest was no longer a small set of soft boobs, but was now the hardest set of wonder breasts on earth.  The concussion covered Sally with smoke and the onlookers waited a moment for the results.  But as the smoke cleared the results were evident.  Sally hadn’t moved an inch and her broad smile indicated that she wasn’t even scratched.  Not waiting, the tank fired again, but this time Sally reached out and grabbed the shell before it detonated.  She relaxed her chest and slid the large shell into the cleavage of her super chest.  Even with her chest relaxed, her breasts were now so hard that the metal deformed by the time she pulled her hands away.

“Well if your silly tank shell can’t hurt me, let’s see if I can at least get a tickle.”

Squeezing her chest gently the shell exploded with a muffled crack and smoke wisped out from the massive cleavage.  Blowing the smoke away, Sally laughed again.

“Nope, nothing.  Guess this girl is just too fucking powerful for you men and your big bad military toys.  I’m going to have to show you what some real power looks like!”

Moving forward quickly, Sally jumped up onto the tank with a crunch as her feet dug a small crater in the thick metal.  Sinking her fingers into the still hot tank barrel, Sally twisted the metal up and over until the barrel pointed down at the tank.  Smiling at her handiwork and the ease with which she could mold the hardened steel, she leapt into the air, landing with the force of small earthquake right in front of another tank.

“You men had better get out now if know what’s good for you!”

Sally reached down and with absurd ease began to lift the front of the tank up off the ground.  The men inside started to exit the tank as quick as they could, falling to the ground around the tank and scurrying away from the pumped up super girl.

Once the last of them had gotten away, Sally hoisted the tank above her head in one quick movement.  Looking up she pulled her arms apart and began twist the entire frame of the tank in her small hands!  With her arms a foot apart Sally laughed again, reveling in the strength feat and the ease at which she was performing it.  Pausing for effect, she looked around at the shocked soldiers and on lookers.

“If you think this is impressive, how about this?”

Spreading her arms apart quickly, the tank ripped, shrieked and buckled as though it were made of paper.  The massive tank split completely in half and Sally pulled each end down and slammed them into the ground, shaking the earth for blocks.  Releasing the metal, Sally took a few steps forward and looked around.  Another tank moved its barrel toward her, looking to get off a shot of its own.  But Sally charged ahead like a rage fueled linebacker and pulling her arms back, slammed her indestructible chest into the tank with a terrible crunch, lurching the tank up and back 100 feet until it slammed into a building.  The impression of her super charged chest was clearly seen indented into the tank, right down to her inch thick nipples.

Sally giggled and flexed up her titanic bicep until the peak reached level with the top of her head.  “Is this the best you can do?  You’re not even giving me a work out.  It looks like I’ll have to start improvising unless you can find something to give me a challenge.”

Meanwhile, back in her room Amanda had been shrieking with joy and pleasure at the sight of Sally so easily destroying the tanks.  Amanda had come hard when Sally had ripped the tank in half with her bare hands.  Against her better judgment, Sally pulled the gun back up to the window with shaking hands and pointed.  The dial was turned all the way up.  Could she really make Sally even stronger?  Even more muscular?  With that thought Amanda closed her eyes and fired.

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When Amanda heard the orgasmic cry of joy from the battlefield she'd somehow expected it to be louder - after all, surely Sally's superhuman lungs were capable of bellowing with a volume that would shatter ear drums. As she opened her eyes to drink in the newly enhanced beauty of Sally she was stunned by what she saw.

With her eyes closed the gun had wound up pointed at Jamey instead - and the shorter girl was now rapidly approaching Sally's size - muscles were bulging from every limb - adding monumentally sexy curves to the already shapely young woman's body. Before her eyes Amanda witnessed the exponential scale the gun's settings had as this single full powered blast had bestowed on Jamey more power than even Sally had thus far achieved and Amanda couldn't help starting to finger herself as she imagined what two unstoppable goddesses would do.

Jamey had been drawn a short distance away to the protection of a small sub unit of the military forces arrayed against Sally, and as she realized the power she had just drawn in she rose to her feet, flinging her arms out wide, tossing aside the soldiers who had been there to comfort her - one of whom was launched over Amanda's house. By this time, Amanda was too gone in her ecstasy over watching these women demonstrate their enormous strength for her mind to make the connection that people had started dying down there.

Sally as well, was too lost in her own fun to realize what had transpired nearby - she was now demonstrating for a group of awed soldiers how she could slice open tank armor with her aroused nipples. She was so confident in her near omnipotence that it never occurred to her that the soldiers widening look of awe could be because of the bigger busted, more muscular and just downright sexier goddess approaching from behind her effortlessly holding a US army tank in each hand, which she then clapped together against Sally.

As Jamey drew the tanks back apart, Sally turned to face her, unscathed - for although she could muster force enough to crush mountains, the weapons she'd used to do so yielded before Sally's body did. The fact that she had easily survived the attack which left her own body image imprinted on each tank, filled Sally with a confidence that this newcomer was no match for her. And she would show this woman that she needed no silly weapons to deal with her. Her own fists could hit far harder than any tank.

And so, Sally unleashed a blow into the interloper’s bosom with force enough to level a skyscraper. Jamey laughed as her super dense mega muscle filled bosom caused all the force of that punch to be transmitted into Sally's own hand - making the superwoman wince with pain for the first time since the army had arrived.

Amanda, watching the scene playing out realized that something even more arousing than watching a superwoman demolish an army, was watching a goddess put that superwoman in her place.

Only moments before, Jamey had been thoroughly humiliated, frightened, beaten and burned.  Her jaw had been broken on the bitch Sally’s swollen, impossibly hard nipple and the pain was so intense she had momentarily passed out.  Her limp body was tossed aside like a used tissue and she landed roughly on the park grass 100 feet away in a broken heap.  Then when Sally had organism, the intense heat had burned her body and singed her clothes.

If the army personnel hadn’t dragged her away from the continued destruction she would likely had been inadvertently crushed.  Sitting in the back of an army truck Jamey could barely sob as she watched the super human Sally continue to destroy tanks like they were made on soft plastic.  Just when she was about to pass out from pain, anger, jealousy and a million other emotions the beam hit her.

At first Jamey thought that the intense inner heat was her body ready to shut down.  But then something strange happened.  The pain racking her body subsided.  Her broken jaw and teeth were repaired and the burned skin was returned to her previous porcelain glow.  As the intense feeling continued she let out a soft breath with a slow realization.  Whatever power Sally had received, she was now receiving.  And it felt good.  Really good.  Really, really good!

The army personnel trying to comfort her looked confused.  What was happening to this poor girl?  They could feel her muscles writhe and they mistakenly believed she was going into shock.  But the shock was all theirs as Jamey stood up quickly and pushing her arms out to her sides tossed the would be helpers away with unthinkable force.  Jamey laughed as she watched one of them clear a nearby house.

“Oh Sally.  You’re fun is over.  The bitch is back in town!”

Jamey laughed as her body began to react violently to the full power setting of the magic gun.  Sally had received a couple of good shots at lower levels against an average body.  But Jamey had received a shot at full power against her anything BUT average body.  Muscles that were already well toned began expanding all over her body with reckless abandon as the ray multiplied her muscle size and strength again and again and again.  Her strong thick legs blasted forth with massive, earth shaking quads, shredding her shorts.  Jamey’s calves ballooned into impenetrable basketball sized muscles of doom.  Standing on her toes the muscles on her legs grew even bigger, crunching forward with the familiar sound of steel rubbing against steel.  Only her sound was even more pronounced as her muscles built up much harder than Sally’s.

“Hell yeah!  These legs are even bigger than Sally’s now!  And they look even harder, more defined and shapelier.  And they feel sooooooo strong!”

Before she could enjoy her incredible legs, her full breasts surged forward, growing bigger, shredding her tank top like a firecracker.  The fabric poofed away and flittered to the ground around her.  Casually flexing her upper body, her chest pressed forward as massive slabs of pectorals muscles built up one on top of the next in quick succession, each one harder than the last, multiplying her strength and density each time!  Her chest soon began to glow as her ultra muscle breasts grew harder and harder, eclipsing the strength and power of any of Sally’s muscles.  And then her magnificent breasts grew even harder.  And bigger.  And stronger.  Striations rippled across her chest, across her mighty breasts and outward from her cleavage with surges of mega watt electric snaps as the air around her sizzled.

“Ohhhhhh.  This feels so good!  My tits are on fire!”

As her back grew wider and thicker and her shoulder and traps pressed up with the same unyielding shifting and metallic growling, Jamey snickered menacingly as she slowly brought her arms up and tensed her fists.

“So Sally.  Thought you were pretty clever when you were able to out-flex me like that did you?  To toss me around like a rag doll?  Well this rag doll isn’t so little any more.  What ever happened to your skinny ass is happening to me.  And I had muscles to start with.  Let’s just see what happens to MY biceps!”

Bringing her forearms up slowly, biceps already bigger than Brad’s quickly expanded as large as volleyballs.  Then warped basketballs.  Her gigantic bicep soon was pushing her forearm back as her mighty bicep peak reached the top of her fist.  Looking over at her bicep she laughed.

“Hmmm.  Not a bad start.  But I have MUCH more size than this to let loose.  She called herself Supergirl?  Well looks like I’m a fucking Ultra Girl!”

Growling, the next tense of her mega powered muscles sent waves of energy cascading away from her towering bicep with hurricane force, knocking the truck away and scattering everyone around her.  With her body now glowing with white hot super mega power, Jamey’s bicep exploded upward, rising up to the size of watermelon as her bicep muscles rubbed together with an unearthly roar as the two hardest substances in the universe pressed against each other under Jamey’s perfect skin.

Still not satisfied, Jamey pumped her forearm a few times, continuing to add mounds of indestructible muscle to her already all powerful bicep, pressing her mountainous peak upward, clearing the top of her head, then rising a good foot beyond that!  Her bicep was now over 100 inches in circumference and nearly four feet tall from her bulging tricep to the top of her Godzilla peak.  As the waves of energy sizzled around the biggest bicep ever flexed, Jamey sniffed.

“Now THIS is a fucking bicep!”

As the onlookers jaws dropped, Jamey released her flex and her muscles, still soaking in all of the cosmic power she had received, reduced down just enough to give her some freedom of movement, but still pumped to an unthinkable degree.  She now stood nearly naked with no shame.  Her beauty had not only returned, but was amplified along with the rest of her body.  Looking back toward Sally, Jamey smiled.

“Time to take out the trash.”

Having smashed the tanks against Sally she was only slightly disappointed that Sally hadn’t been harmed.  But as she held her ground she threw out her right hip in her well practiced, “I’m queen bitch around here” pose she used on everyone, including Sally.

As Sally turned toward this muscular newcomer she paused.  “Jamey?”

Jamey smiled wickedly.  “Yeah, Jamey.  The girl whose about to reclaim her number one status around here.  That beam that struck you just hit me.  And seeing as I outclassed you before, now I’ve left you in the dust!”

Sally growled.  “Ha!  If you only received one shot you’re the one not in MY class!”

Jamey thrust her chest forward and striations puffed up from her pectorals and etched across her breasts as sparks riddled around huge spheres, dancing by her two inch thick nipples and cascading down her two foot deep cleavage.

Licking her ruby lips and tossing her golden blonde hair over her massive shoulder, Jamey cocked her head and smiled.  “Well if you think so, why not give me your best shot?”

Sally clenched her fists and her super muscles snapped to attention and bulged back to full prominence.  Her bicep towered up to her previous best flex, pushing up to the top of her head.  But much to Sally’s dismay Jamey didn’t even look impressed.  And as big as her chest was, Jamey’s was even bigger.  Jamey pumped her huge globes up and down, seemingly injecting even more strength and power into her intimidating chest as her body continued to soak in the still building power.  Sally began to wonder if Jamey really was more powerful.  Shaking her head to dismiss the thought, Sally pulled her arm back.

“It’s your funeral.  Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance.”

Sally unleashed a punch into Jamey’s right breast and the resulting concussion sent shock waves for blocks, blowing out windows and knocking cars, trucks and everyone standing over.  As Sally was knocked back, Jamey hadn’t even flinched.  Sally shook her arm with pain, looking at Jamey with a shocked expression.

“What?  How?”

Jamey pulled her right arm back.  “Don’t you get it?  I’m better than you.  I’m always better than you.  You called yourself Supergirl.  Well get ready for Mega Ultra Girl!”

Jamey smiled as she tensed her fist and her bicep rose back up to the top of her fist.  And then with another tense a foot above her head.  She paused.

“Now was this the kind of bicep you always wanted?  I’ve barely flexed MY bicep and it’s already bigger than yours.  And I’m still standing a good 7 inches shorter.”

Glancing up at the peak and then back at the no longer confident Sally, Jamey chuckled.  “Now let me show you what a REAL bicep looks like bitch.”

Jamey slowly tensed her fist and the already oversized bicep inflated further, adding unthinkable strength and power to her already super human muscles.  Renewed waves of mega energy pulsed from her impossible bicep with the power of the sun!  Soon her bicep towered two feet above her head and was glowing red hot with incredible definition and striation ripping up the sides!  With another power packed flex, her bicep exploded up to three feet above her head with the sound of a thunder clap!  Another flex detonated her terrifying bicep up to four feet above her head with sound of Titan missile!  Sally took a step back as she watched Sally’s bicep more than double her size, then triple it until her ungodly humongous bicep was taller than Sally!  The bicep was white hot, stripped of all fat and crackled with the power of an electric storm.  Jamey chuckled evilly.

“Now THAT’S a fucking bicep you pathetic second rate bitch!”

Sally grit her teeth with anger at the turn of event as Jamey roared like a Tyrannosaurus Rex as her bicep bulled up to 8 feet tall and well over 200 inches in circumference with more power than a fully powered battleship!  Everything around her but Sally was send sprawling for blocks and the buildings and houses cracked and crunched.  As the ecstasy of the mind blowing mega flex subsided, Sally laughed.

Now it’s time to prove to you just how strong this giant bicep really is!  Let’s see how your chest holds up to one of MY punches.”

As Amanda watched the new show play out, she was in ecstasy, rubbing the barrel of the gun down below to increase her stimulation.  Gasping with pleasure as she watched Jamey’s bicep expand into a literal mountain of muscle, her shaking hand jerked and she pulled the trigger.  Sucking in a breath the intense pleasure was more than any human had ever experienced.  The energy flooded into Amanda in a tidal wave of super strength and unstoppable power.  Her body tensed and began to glow as Amanda held the trigger, prolonging the pleasure and the flow of energy until the green glow flooded the room.  Unable to hold on any longer, Amanda screamed and blew the side of her house away in a cataclysmic explosion of delight.  The gun ripped apart and the unfiltered energy pored in Amanda.

I believe there was maybe one more chapter, but this is the core of the thread.  Hope you liked it!

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NEW THREAD!

Recap:  Amanda finds a magic gun that can make someone bigger and stronger.  She is 17 years old, 5'4", 120 pounds and Petite.  Her brother, Brad (Robert is correct, but for some reason changed to Brad in this thread), is 15 years old, 5'9", 175 pounds, Stocky.  These were the guidelines anyway.


Amanda stood indecisively regarding the gun for a few minutes as she ran various scenarios through her mind.

She didn't like the idea of making anyone else she knew taller or stronger.  And she wasn't sure if it would be fair to shrink someone else without warning.  As these thoughts ran through her mind her thoughts always returned to "How would I look if I was taller and more buff?"

Finally she shrugged. "Just a little couldn't hurt," she murmured to herself as she set both dials to "grow" and turned height all the way down.  Muscle she turned up just a little . . . after a slight pause she turned it up a little bit more.

She walked over to the full length mirror on the back of her door and stared deeply into her own eyes. "It probably won't do anything anyway; it looks like a stupid toy." Amanda held her breath and pulled the trigger with the gun aimed at her own stomach.

It felt like she had been punched in the gut and her breath rushed out of her lungs. She dropped the gun and held her stomach feeling a rush of nausea that dissipated as quickly as it had occurred. "Wha...," she gasped as her skin flushed with warmth. A feeling as though her body was weightless passed over her and she felt lightheaded. Her reflection was suddenly just a bit larger, then a bit more. Her jaw dropped open as her t-shirt molded itself tighter to her chest and her jeans shorts pulled snugly against her legs which suddenly had enough meat on them to actually be curvy.

"Oh my God." She turned to look at herself better, posing, lifting her shirt. "Oh my God," she repeated. Her hands ran down her tight stomach, she couldn't quite see any real abdominal development but she could feel it under her thin layer of baby fat. Her butt now stood out, nicely rounded, adding to the flare of her hips. Even the barest hint of a peak was now noticeable on her flexed bicep where before she had been almost painfully thin.

She had added at least 15 pounds of sleek muscle to her body, probably closer to 20. This was amazing and she immediately itched to try it again on a higher setting but as she picked up the gun doubt set in.

This thing didn't seem to be working exactly as the dials would have led her to believe. Her bra now fit painfully tight and she estimated her breasts were at least a cup size larger. What else might it be doing to her that wasn't clearly marked on the dials?

However, Amanda was giddy at the thought of making herself even bigger. Considering how thin she was to begin with, this really was just about average she reasoned to herself. "And if I get too big I can always turn it back to shrink I guess," she said, a hint of uncertainty in her voice as she took the "muscle" dial and turned it to about a quarter of the way it would go. She bit her lip and remembered the rush she had experienced the first time. "Yea, I can definitely shrink myself if I don't like it," she assured herself as she firmly turned the dial till it was just past half way.

Her fingers hesitated over the "height" knob for a second. "One thing at a time," she told herself as she took her t-shirt off and slipped out of her shoes and socks. She grinned at her reflection with anticipation as she pulled the trigger again.

She braced herself for the punch to the gut feeling and nausea but instead had to restrain herself from shouting out loud with joy at the feeling of power rushing into her body. She once again had the lightheaded and weightless feeling as her reflection began to grow. Slowly at first but then with increasing speed her muscles responded to the guns energy.

She stood on her tiptoes, admiring the way her calves were shaped as they thickened and visibly separated into two diamond hard looking muscles. Her jean shorts creaked at the seams as her thighs grew thicker, she grinned mischievously as she tensed them, flexing them as hard as she could until the seams blew out on first one leg and the other. She laughed as her butt firmed and rounded until the seam in the center of her ass finally let go with an audible "pop" exposing her panties.

Amanda ran her fingertips over her stomach as the abs she only been able to feel before became more and more defined until her stomach looked and felt like living marble. Her breasts were definitely much larger, they spilled over the cups of her tiny A cup bra. What size were they now? Cs? Ds? She didn't know much about large cup sizes and honestly didn't care. Her back flared outward dramatically, finally breaking the band of her bra anyway. Her shoulders were broad and massive, swelling outward. And her arms! Amanda curled her right arm and flexed hard, the bicep swelling up and up into a monstrous peak. She put her hand over the still growing bicep, feeling it slowly pushing her fingers apart.

"Oh my God." Amanda stood swaying slightly after the growth was finally over. She was covered with a sheen of sweat and her skin was still flushed.

"Wow." She finally said after examining herself in the mirror.

Amanda turned a few times, pushing herself up and down on her toes, rubbing her hands on her incredible muscles.  Muscles now even bigger than her brother.  And definitely harder.  At least she thought so.  It was difficult for her to squeeze them anyway, but she was also unsure of just how strong she was.

Pulling her right arm back up, she flexed her bicep, giggling as she watched the softball sized mass pop up and down generously as she flexed it.

Still enthralled with her new body, she barely heard her door start to open.  And Brad starting to walk in.  Amanda let out a surprised shriek and pulled her arms in front of her to cover her exposed breasts.

Brad froze from Amanda’s yell and stammered.  Amanda furrowed her brow.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?  Don’t you know how to knock?”

Brad snickered, looking away.  “I just wanted to borrow your wireless earphones.  Randy and I were going to lift some weights.”  He paused for a moment, but kept his gaze to his feet.  “What are you doing anyway?”

Amanda growled.  “None of your business!  Now get out of here!”

Brad grumbled, but stepped back out, closing the door behind him.  Amanda sighed.  At least he didn’t mention anything about her muscles.  Licking her lips, she looked at the gun.  Randy, huh?  She always had kind of crush on him, even though he was a year younger.  And she needed to test her new muscles anyway.

Pulling out her oversized football jersey, she pulled it over her muscled up frame and she smiled at how snug it fit.  With no bra in the house that would fit her, she giggled at how her nipples pressed erotically against the fabric.  Looking at the gun she smiled.  “I could try it out on Randy”, she thought.  “See if his muscles can get bigger too.”

Grabbing her earphones and the gun, Amanda bounded down the stairs into the weight room.  Standing near the entrance she looked over at Randy who met her gaze.  His eyes widened at the sight.

“A.. Amanda?  Is that you?”

Brad turned toward her and gasped.  “Yeah Amanda, what happened to you, you look different?”

Ignoring Brad, Amanda smiled seductively.  “Oh, I’ve been working out.”

Brad snorted.  “Since when?”

Amanda shot Brad a nasty glance, but quickly softened it as she turned her attention back to Randy.  “Well I did get a little help.”  She raised the gun.  “This gun seems to be able to add muscles.”

Randy and Brad both looked at her and the gun warily.  Amanda pushed her right leg out and placed her bare toes on the ground, causing Olympic sprinter sized muscles to burst forth.

Two jaws dropped open as Amanda twisted her leg, showcasing 16 inch defined calves and rippling, thick, curvy thighs.  “See!”

Randy was now nearly panting, and a hard-on was pressing forward.  He tried to hide his excitement.  “That’s uh, pretty amazing.  Uh, just how strong are you?”  Randy’s mind raced.  He had always thought Amanda was pretty and all, but she was also quite plane.  He tended to get turned on by the athletic girls.  But he never realized how much big muscles would make him react.  And the thought of Amanda being really strong only drove his boner further forward.

Amanda giggled as she saw Randy trying to hide his growing erection.  She strolled over the bench press bar, which had 200 pounds on it.  “Let’s find out.”

Sitting down at the bench Amanda leaned back, while Brad walked behind her to spot.  “Are you sure about this Amanda?  This is an awful lot of weight.”

Amanda smiled up at him.  “I guess we’re about to find out.”  Letting out a deep breath that sent her chest heaving forward, she pushed up against the bar and smiled as she was able to pull it off the rack and hold it high.  The weight felt heavy, but manageable.  Taking another deep breath, she brought the weight down slowly, struggling a bit to maintain control.  As it reached her chest, her face flushed red, but she smiled through the strain.  With a grunt, Amanda pushed the weight back up until her bulging arms locked.  Carefully placing it back on the rack with a little help from Brad, Amanda sat up quickly.

“I guess that makes me pretty strong!  And I’m sure I could lift more than that.”

At this point Randy was nearly shaking with desire, while Amanda smiled knowingly.  Brad was still scratching his head, oblivious to what was going on between Randy and Amanda.  Fortunately for those two, Brad’s cell rang and he quickly picked it up.

“Hi Jess.  No, nothing.  Yeah, just lifting some weights with Randy and uh, Amanda.  Sure, you can come over.  Then I can explain the Amanda thing.”

Brad hung up and looked at Randy.  “Uh, Jess will be here any minute.  Was it OK to tell her about the gun?”

Amanda sighed, temporarily pulled away from her staring contest with Randy.  “Well, I guess so.  But let’s not tell anyone else.”

Amanda walked over to the gun and smiled.  “OK, who wants to try it next?  Maybe we could get you two on varsity in no time!”

The boys looked at each other and shrugged.  Randy smiled.  “OK, why not try it on me first.”

Amanda nodded her head and turned the setting back to the one she started with.  She pointed it at Randy and fired.  Randy reacted similar to Amanda’s first shot when he looked a bit nauseous and then flushed red.  Amanda and Brad leaned forward, looking for the results.  As Randy’s breathing returned to normal he stood up.

“Well, I felt weird, kind of sick and then all warm.  But I don’t feel any different now.”

He stood up, his erection still evident, but his muscles hadn’t changed.  Amanda looked at the gun quizzically and turned up the dial.  “Well, uh, maybe you were already as muscular as the setting.  I turned it up even higher than what I had.  Let’s try it again.”

But the second shot gave similar results.  Amanda cranked it all the way.  Still nothing.  She pointed it at Brad and pulled the trigger.  Nothing there either.  Amanda pouted.

“Well I’m sure it worked on me.  I didn’t have this body this morning.”

Randy scrunched his face.  “Well maybe it only works on girls.”

As they all looked at the gun, the doorbell rang.  Brad sighed.  “Well anyway, that’s Jess.  If you two don’t mind, I’m going to uh, head up to my room for a while.  I’ll be back soon.”

Randy and Amanda both mumbled their acknowledgement, keeping their eyes on each other.  Brad shrugged his shoulders and walked out.  Amanda bit her lower lip and stepped toward Randy.

“So Randy.  What would you like to do now?”

Randy smiled back, his erection back at full attention.  “Well I can think of a couple of things.”

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Brad opened the door and looked down at his girlfriend Jess.  Standing at only 4 foot 11, her body was anything but petite.  A former national level gymnast, she had quit the fast track to the Olympics for several reasons.  One was that she would have to move away from her friends and family to train with the best coaches.  The second one was that she had developed a generous bust that the coaches were convinced would only get in the way, although Jess had smoothly adjusted her balance to compensate.  And the third was that she enjoyed spending more time in the weight room that on the apparatuses.  Her body was filled with top level fitness muscles that she proudly displayed for everyone at school.  And Brad was the boy who enjoyed her muscles the most.

Brad flushed at the sight of Jess with her long blonde hair tied neatly in a ponytail, her deep blue eyes, sparkling white teeth and beautiful girl next door features.  She placed her hand up on the door frame and tensed her arm, giggling as Brad watched her perfect baseball bicep leap to attention.  She had worn an athletic top that seemed a bit small, as her pectorals thrust her C sized breasts forward and the tit flesh was nearly spilling over the top and sides.  Her six pack abs were clearly evident, even relaxed.  Her thong straps were showing above her jean shorts, showcasing her muscular, curvy legs down to her feet.  With Brad still staring at the awesome sight in front of him, Jess cleared her throat, clearly amused by his reaction.

“So are you going to let me in or what?”

Brad nodded and Jess smoothly stepped forward, dropping her flip flops by the door.

“So what’s this about Amanda and some gun?”

As Brad walked her up to his room and explained the recent events, Jess gave him a skeptical look.  “And now she’s as muscular as you?”

As Brad pulled his shirt off, he looked over his own stocky frame.  “Yeah, at least.”

Jess shimmied out of her jeans.  “So what would you think if I grew as muscular as you?”

Brad flushed again and his already building erection jumped.  Jess giggled.  They both knew the answer to that one.  As they climbed into bed, Jess turned to Brad.

“Good thing your parents are out of town for the week-end, huh.”

Brad smiled.  “Yeah.”

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Amanda and Randy were making out on the same bench Amanda had pressed the 200 pounds only moments ago.  He could hardly believe how big and how hard Amanda’s muscles were.  He had to control himself from going into some kind of muscle lust.  Amanda was breathing heavily.  Never had a boy enjoyed her body so much.  She knew she was now as strong as Randy, maybe stronger.  And he clearly had no problem with that fact.  Her muscles were a bit bigger and definitely harder and better shaped.  She didn’t worry about who was in control.  As Amanda struggled to get her top off, Randy had already dropped his shorts and was pulling on Amanda’s equally tight jeans.  Amanda lay back on the bench, hoping Randy could hold himself long enough for her.

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As Brad let out a post coital sigh, Jess was feeling something different.  As though a small fire was building within her.  Her muscles soon felt as though she had just finished a long work out and she let out a painful sigh.  Brad looked down, figuring it was his weight on her that was causing her discomfort.  He brought his arms in and placed his hands on either side of Jess, looking to push himself off.  But then Jess smiled at him.  A warm rush now built within her and Brad noticed that her body seemed to harden below him.  Jess brought her own hands down toward Brad’s hips and licked her lips.

“Either you’ve just lost a whole lot of weight.”

Brad let out a surprised “oh” as Jess gripped his sides, extended her arms and in one smooth movement lifted Brad’s 175 pound above her.  His legs and arms dangled as his eyes widened and Jess giggled.

“Or I’ve just become a LOT stronger!”

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Randy pulled himself off Amanda and was sitting at the edge of the bench, staring at her magnificently muscled body.  Her large breasts nearly obscuring his view of her pretty face.  He placed his hands on Amanda’s thick muscular thighs that were straddling the bench and smiled.  Amanda’s expression was more curious as a familiar, but somehow slightly different feeling filled her body.  She glanced over toward the gun, wondering if Randy had shot her with it, but it was too far away.  As the feeling built and a warm rush flooded her body, Randy’s expression changed also as he felt Amanda’s thighs become harder and more defined below his probing hands.  He squeezed harder and was shocked to find that her muscles now felt like steel.  Amanda reached up, gripping the bar for support.  Before she knew it, she had pulled the weight off the rack and was holding it effortlessly.  She looked up at the bar with a surprised look that changed to a pleasurable realization.

“Uh Randy, I think I’ve figured out what the gun did to you.”

Randy leaned back as Amanda cranked out several one armed curl repetitions with amazing ease and placed the bar back on the rack with a clang.

“It seems you just made me the strongest girl in the world!”

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Jess pumped Brad up and down a few times, giggling at how strong she now felt.  “You feel like you weigh 15 pounds!  Is this what the gun did to you?  Does this mean that every time we have sex that I’m going to get stronger?”

Brad’s flaccid penis started hardening again with those words.  “Uh, I don’t know.”

Jess smiled, plopping Brad down next to her.  She slipped off the end of the bed and went into a posing routine for the befuddled Brad.  As she moved eloquently from a rock solid front thigh flex to an amazing ab crunch, she marveled at the possibilities.

“Just think about it Brad.  You’ve already made me like, ten times stronger.  And my muscles look better than ever.  They’re definitely harder and they’re clearly more defined.”

Sliding into a side chest pose, her rippling pectorals pressed out her rock hard breasts and dainty pointed nipples.  Her bicep bulged razor sharp, looking bigger than ever.

“I mean, hell, I could walk onto a bodybuilding stage now and kick some serious ass!  And I could win any power lifting contest I entered.  With ease!”

As she moved into a classic double bicep, Brad had parked himself at the end of the bed, his member at full staff.

“And just think about it Brad.  With Amanda’s gun and your magic sperm I could be the most muscular, most powerful girl, hell, BEING on earth!  I could curl my weight for reps before, Brad.  You’ve seen me do it.  Now I’ll bet I could curl over half a ton!  And with just one more hook up, do you think I could curl 5 tons?  Wouldn’t that be awesome Brad?  Do you want to make me strong enough to curl 50 tons?  How about 500 tons?  Just think about it Brad.  What if I could curl 1 MILLION pounds!”

Jess held the most amazing double bicep pose Brad had ever seen as his dick practically wagged.  Jess’s biceps had text book perfect muscle fibers pressing out across the granite mounds of teen girl muscle.  The bicep splits were etched across the twin balls in bold relief and the peak pushed up higher than ever before.  Subtle veins rose up across arms that could curl 500 pounds each, vividly pumping enriched blood to the dense muscle tissue.

“Just look at how big and strong my arms LOOK!  And they feel so hard, so powerful.”

With Brad nearly panting, Jess gave her head a slight nod, inviting him over to probe her statuesque body.  He moved forward quickly and was soon tracing his hands around her right arm.

“My, my god Jess.  I’ve never felt a muscle this hard before.”

Jess tossed her head, bobbing her pony tail across her back.  “Go ahead and grip it with both hands.  See if I can support your weight.”

Eager to please and thrilled to test her strength, Brad quickly complied and within moments was hanging on her bicep as though he were a 2 year old boy.  He hugged the steel hard arm and pulled his legs off the ground, smiling up at Jess, looking for her approval.  She giggled at how little effort she had to put forth to hold his large body.

“I could hold your weight all day Brad.  I’m that strong already.  So what do you want to do next?  I could test my strength now, we could go downstairs and make these muscles even bigger.  Or….”

Brad’s erection ached.  He wanted the first two, most definitely.  But he also knew that his body was going to explode if he didn’t give in to the immediate desire.  As he released his hands and slumped to the ground, his erection was now at full strength and ready for action.  Jess smiled knowingly and leaned down, slipping into position.

“I suppose this answers the question.  Guess we’re going to find out if you’re going to give your girlfriend the ability to curl 10,000 pounds.  Or if you come twice, maybe 100,000 pounds?  Could you see me curling gigantic weights, Brad?  Crushing rocks with my bare hands?  Bending steel bars against my irresistible breasts?”

Brad panted, tilted his head back and released with a vengeance.  He closed his eyes, straining as thoughts of Jess lifting their school bus over her head with one hand filled his brain.  Dreams of Superman pounding uselessly against her naked chest drove his desire deeper.  He shook as he came, wanting nothing more than to make Jess everything they both desired.  Jess smiled.

“That’s it Brad, make me stronger.  Make my muscles even harder.  Even stronger.  Soon I’ll be curling more weight.  Give me the power to curls tons.  Hundreds on tons.  THOUSANDS of tons.  Make me your dream girl, Brad.  Make me your Super Girl!”

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Randy finished putting on every plate in the gym on one bar.  Over 2300 pounds now resided on the bar that Amanda had recently pressed 200.  “Are you sure about this Amanda?”

Amanda set herself under the weight and winked.  Randy’s erection had built back up already.  “I’m sure.  But if you don’t hold out, we’re not going to see what a second load will do.”

Blushing a bit, Randy could hardly control himself as he watched Amanda pull the massive weight off the rack and bring it down to her rock hard chest.  She held the weight for a moment for effect.  Randy gave her a concerned look.  “Uh, Amanda?”

Receiving the reaction she anticipated, Amanda slowly powered the bar back up as Brad muttered “Oh my god!”  Giggling, Amanda pressed the bar two more times to drive the point home.  She really was super strong.  Racking the weight she sat up.

“So.  Is that like a world record or something?”

She loved slipping into valley speak every now and again.  The guys usually ate it up.  Randy needed no further help.  He was nearly speechless already.

“Uh, um, yeah, I think so.”

Amanda pulled her right thigh over the bench and hopped to her feet.  “So Randy.  Now that we’ve established that I have super strength and that you’re apparently the reason, whatever shall we do now?  We could use the gun on me and make these muscles even bigger, or perhaps something else?  Something to make me even stronger?”

Randy’s mouth went dry as Amanda slowly stalked forward, her massive muscles flexing up hard and defined as she moved.  Randy’s erection was now throbbing.  Amanda smiled as she gently pushed Randy against the wall and looked up into his glazed eyes.

“Hmm.  It’s seems you’re answering the question for me.”

Putting her hands on his shoulders, Amanda pushed down on his large, 210 pound, 5 foot 10 inch frame to position his penis.  Bringing one hand down, she guided him in and with the other hand, reached behind him and gripped his glutes.  With a subtle upward tug, Amanda pulled Randy off the ground, supporting all of his weight with one arm.

“You feel so light already Randy.  I can hold you up easily with just one arm.”

Randy leaned forward, pulling his feet up and placing his hands on Amanda’s shoulders for support as Amanda pulled him back and forth.

“And if my estimation are correct, I’ll soon be able to hold your weight with one finger!  And bench press over 10 tons!  Would you like that Randy?  To see me bench press over twenty THOUSAND pounds?  Maybe more.”

As Randy came and the familiar warmth began to build within Amanda, she let out a pleasurable sigh.  “And this could just be the beginning.  Could you imagine me pressing up 100 tons?  How about one THOUSAND tons?  You could turn me into a pumped up Wonder Woman!  Would you like that Randy?  Then when I shoot myself with the gun again to get bigger muscles, my strength will increase even more!  A lot more!  Oh what fun we can have.  Could you see me becoming an unmovable mountain of fem-muscle?  With incredible strength and an indestructible body?”

Randy groaned and nodded.  Yes, make Amanda a She-Hulk, he thought!  A Super She-Hulk!  With the strength to toss tanks around.  With the power to crush steel plates like putty.  To make Amanda the strongest being ever imagined!  He tensed his muscles and shook with desire.  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!

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The gun’s effects on the boys was even more profound than they had originally thought.  Not only did it give them the ability to give their respective partners greatly increased strength, but it also gave them increased stamina.  And the ability to generate cum at an incredible rate.  And both girls were the recipients of the boys’ new ability.

Jess was upstairs, pumping Brad for all he was worth.  And Brad was more than eager to comply as with every orgasm he watched Jess’s muscles grow harder and more defined.  Her skin was now flawless, paper thin and stronger than steel, wrapping around bold muscles like saran rap, showcasing every erotic detail of her super human body.  And through it all Jess kept up the muscle talk, driving Brad’s imagination to new heights of muscle lust.  After his second orgasm, Jess was nearly shaking.

“Oh God, yes Brad!  Yes!  I feel sooooo incredibly strong.  Stronger than any girl could even dream to feel.  Can you just imagine what this body is now capable of?  I could curl 50 tons Brad.  Hell, I could curl a Humvee with ONE ARM!  Would you like that Brad?  Would you like to see me curl a Humvee with one arm?”

Brad was huffing, his eyes nearly bugging out and he was sweating buckets.  But he was getting hard again.  He could only think about making Jess stronger.  Looking into her ever brightening eyes and full lips, her words drove him to ever increasing levels of erotic desire.  And before he knew it he was building up another load.  Both partners were impressed.  My god, they thought.  How long can he go?  How strong can Jess become?

And within moments their questions were answered.  Brad came again.  A third time in a row his magic cum filled within Jess and the familiar feeling welled up within her again.  Jess leaned back and tensed her muscles as they filled with even more strength and grew harder than diamonds.  And her muscle density was beyond belief, for her strength wasn’t just increased by ten times, but each load increased her strength exponentially!  The second load had multiplied her strength by 100, the third time by 1000!  Jess was now one hundred thousand times stronger than when she first came over.  And Brad was getting hard, again!

“Oh my god Brad!  Forget the Humvee’s!  I feel like I could lift this entire house!  Like I could bend steel girders into pretzels!  And just look Brad, look at my muscles, now!”

Jess leaned back and flexed her biceps and this time the increase in strength couldn’t be contained.  Her biceps throbbed with unearthly power and started to grow, rising up her thickening forearm and growing shoulders.  Her chest blasted bigger with expanding pectorals pressing her steel hard breasts forward.  Her nipples could cut diamonds and practically glowed.  Her back widened and her traps rose.  Brad was going catatonic, his dream was becoming reality right in front of him!  His erection pulsing as Jess carefully mounted him again!

“To hell with being the strongest girl in school!  To hell with being the strongest person around!  I’m going to be kicking Superman’s ass!  I’m going to punch comets to dust!  I’m going to bench press air craft carriers and bend them in half!  Make me a Mega Girl, Brad!  Make me a goddess!  Make me a Teen-Age Super Girl Goddess!”

Brad strained every muscle on his body.  His face contorted with pain as he came.  And came.  And came!  He came in spurts.  He came in waves.  He came in buckets!  And Jess became stronger.  And stronger.  And stronger!  Thousands of times stronger!  Hundreds of thousands of times stronger!  Millions of times stronger!  As he let loose the last orgasm, he collapsed, utterly spent and panting just to stay conscious.

Jess smiled as she stood up, her entire body covered in slick sheen of sweat and her muscles glowed with the power to withstand a nuclear bomb!  As she pulled up her arms, her biceps exploded off her body, rising up to the top of her fist, making her even stronger!  Her chest crackled and screeched with the sound of steel rubbing against steel as her pecs surged forward a foot thick and the striations indicating overwhelming strength and power began to even etch their way across her breasts, showcasing unstoppable might and unlimited strength!  Her legs expanded into twin pillars of unthinkable strength!  Her calves blew out as big as basketballs and her thighs surged as thick as garbage cans!  Her narrow waist was covered with insanely strong muscles separated by inch deep caverns.  Her back widened and her traps rose.  Jess’s smile was bright white, her lips were ruby red, her eyes glowed bright and her hair floated around an aura of pure energy!  The sweat began to sizzle off her super charged body as she gave her wrist another twitch, expanding her biceps bigger than watermelons and stronger than 100 million men!

Jess looked down at her nearly unconscious boyfriend and smiled.  “Well Brad, it looks like we did it!  I can FEEL mega power pulsing through my veins!  All of that talk of super strength is within my grasp!  Now it’s time to prove it!”

Jess released her flex as her the glow of her muscles receded and the last wisp of sweat danced off her perfect skin.  Her body relaxed from her power surge, but she still sported enough muscle to shame a Mr. Olympia with not just her size, but with the pure density and rippling cuts.  Yet, even with this massive physique, the muscles curved femininely around her small frame and her beauty was awe inspiring.

“And I know just the way!  Take a quick nap, Brad, I’ll be right back!”

With that Jess jumped into the air, smashing through the ceiling and into the air above.  Jess soared up a good half mile and then held herself, smiling as she floated above the ground with ease.  The breeze was invigorating against her naked skin, even if she was seemingly indestructible.  Looking around with her super enhanced vision she spied her prey.  Time for some fun!


This is where the thread ended (at least from what I had).  I’m thinking of adding some new content, but if anyone else wants to, feel free.