Authors: [SeaRaven & Marknew] Powerfemme | #WIP

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Posing a few more oldies but goodies....

PowerFemme
By MarkNew
and SeaRaven
<mailto:fun_fellow@hotmail.com>


Part I - The Goddess Formula

On a fine sunny morning, the birds chirped and flew from branch to branch of the
acacia trees on the campus on Midgard College.
"How can you even discuss cutting my funding?! I'm close to a breakthrough!" Dr.
Delilah Thompson almost shouted in her frail, frightened-sounding voice. The
chairman of the Midgard College Research Review Board peered at her through his
spectacles.
"Doctor, this is turning into a very lean year. The foundation's funding has
been cut by ten percent and as a result we must examine every research project
currently being undertaken. Unfortunately, we are forced to cut, scale-back or
consolidate a corresponding number of projects. With increasingly limited
resources, we must increasingly scrutinize our projects. The entire purpose of
this review is to determine which projects will maximize the knowledge returned
on the initial investment."
"But you are still funding colleagues of mine who are doing purely theoretical
work. THEORETICAL! My work has practical applications within years! You can't
dream of a better payback period than that. The treatment of osteoporosis for
example. The restoration of atrophied or non-responsive tissue. Treating the
degeneration of the human body is becoming more vital than ever what with the
aging of the developed world." She brushed-back an errand strand of hair and
glared angrily.
"Your project..." the chairman squinted as he looked-over the short stack of
documents before him
"Using adaptogenic isotopes as a catalyst for cellular energy absorption and
initiating stimulation of tissue differentiation? Allowing the conscious brain
to initiate cellular development? Adaptogenic isotopes are too unstable-"
"As you can see by my reports, I've solved many technical problems over the past
year with adaptogenic stabilization. When applied in precision amounts to the
target tissues, appropriately stabilized adaptogens have proven-" The chairman
interrupted.
"Regardless, we feel that the very ideas underlying your project are, at the
very least, dubious. We intend to vote whether or not to terminate your project.
Immediately."
"What? But my work has entered an important phase! I- I didn't want to say
this." Trembling, Dr. Thompson removed her glasses and set them on the table.
"But, I can only conclude that this is being done because I am the sole female
biophysics researcher at this institution."
"That's ridiculous."
"I've never been totally accepted here, have I? I have fought tooth and nail for
what meager funding I DO have. I've had funding for equipment and assistants cut
TWELVE times in the past two years! Male biophysics researchers at other
institutions have been given generous support for adaptogenic research." She
pounded her fist on the table and winced at the pain. She rubbed her hand.
"I intend to appeal this matter before the Midgard Academic Senate!"
"Doctor! Don't try to turn this into a gender discrimination issue! The Academic
Senate is well aware of our financial situation and has given us license to
pursue as we see fit. All those in favor of the motion to terminate funding for
adaptogenic research?" All the members of the all-male peer review board raised
their hands.
"Motion clearly passes. As of 8 PM tonight, your  project will be terminated.
Please vacate the lab before then. Because of your tenure, you will concentrate
solely on teaching."   That evening across campus in Dr. Thompson's lab... Dr.
Thompson wiped-back the tears which trickled down her cheeks as she continued
her work. Her love for her work was what kept her motivated for years, and now
they were taking it away from her just to pinch a penny. Here she was, chiseling
away at the frontiers of science and they were killing her project just to
improve the school's ledgers! It was funding cuts that had forced the college to
move her lab to peripheral, ill-equipped, isolated Building 405 two years
before. It was originally a garage, but with hard work she had managed to turn
it into a proper place to conduct research. Earlier on, the university had
replaced much of her equipment with old, obsolete stuff. Her computer terminal
for modeling chemical reactions, for instance, was nearly a decade old and took
hours to perform the simplest calculations. Despite these factors, she made
headway. Even tonight, several flasks of volatile chemicals were bubbling away
on Bunsen burners. Dr. Thompson had struggled to get tenure and spent years
working to get where she was. The adaptogens she was working with were a highly
unstable class of isotopes that act as a surprisingly effective catalyst for
cellular metabolic and energy-absorbent functions. They can also cause networks
of neural cells to grow in wildly erratic ways; in some research, they've been
known to cause unusual electrochemical activity in dormant parts of the brain.
This latest batch of adaptogenic isotopes that she had painstakingly developed
was calculated to allow nerve stimulation to regenerate body tissue. The most
beautiful thing about the process was that regeneration could be triggered by
the active nervous system. As soon as her treatment was perfected, people could
regenerate lost tissue simply by mentally CONCENTRATING on regenerating the
tissue. Of course, the treatment was years off from coming to fruition. Dr.
Thompson was a rail-thin, petite, yet attractive woman in her late 20s. She had
proved herself to be a brilliant student and had obtained her Ph.D. by the time
she turned 23. Delilah had long, black hair that was tied-back into a ponytail
and a face that was angelic, yet inviting. She suspected some of her male
colleagues didn't believe an attractive young woman could have risen through the
ranks so quickly. She shook her head. She'd rather sell all of her possessions
and live in a shack before she'd quit. The work was far too important. She began
thinking out loud just as a pair of van doors slammed-shut outside and two men
stepped out.
"I have some money saved-up... I could conduct some experiments on my own for a
while. Maybe I could get a grant from a private foundation. I'm sure I can set-
up a lab..." she wiped away another tear.
"Doctor Thompson!" Delilah whirled around to see a pair of young burly men from
the college Physical Plant office. One of them held-up a slip of paper, she
hurriedly put on her black, rectangular-framed glasses to read it.
"We have a work order to move all this equipment and shut the lab. We were told
that you might be here. Hope you packed your stuff." They grabbed the nearest
boxes of glassware and began hauling them towards the door.
"You can't do that!" she dropped the work order and rushed-over to them
"My work has entered a critical stage. If you disturb it, I'll be set back by
months! Put that down!" she squeaked helplessly in a rather pitiful attempt to
sound authoritative. One of them turned to face her. She was barely 5 feet tall,
he was well over six feet. She felt like a skinny weakling next to him.
"Lady, we've been told to take this outta here NOW. You were told to vacate.
We're going to have to dump-out those chemicals ourselves if you don't do it."
He put-down the box and walked over to her cluttered worktable. He turned-off
the gas feeding the Bunsen burners.
"Step away from there! You'll ruin the experiment!" Delilah jumped on his arm
and tried to push him away from the table, but it was like trying to push
against a solid wall. He jerked-back his arm and shoved her aside a bit harder
than necessary. She stumbled back against her worktable, and several flasks of
adaptogenic compounds broke. The contents splashed against her and sizzled. She
screamed in pain as if felt like a thousand burning needles were jabbed into
her.
"Hey, are you ok?" asked the worker.
"Shit!" A small fire broke-out on the table and he ran to the nearest fire
extinguisher mounted on the wall.  Screaming, blinded by pain, Dr. Thompson
stumbled against a top-heavy bookshelf, and it fell down on top of her. She felt
as if every nerve ending in her body was aflame.
"Got to... get... this off me!" She screamed as she struggled against the heavy
bookshelf pinched on top of her, grunting.
"Ouch! I'm just not strong enough!" she yelled in frustration. The pain from the
chemicals subsided and she felt a slight tingling sensation shudder throughout
her body. The workman returned and began to extinguish the fire, the second
worker rushed to the scene and noticed the overturned bookshelf.
"What happened?"
"It's under control now. That crazy bitch tried to burn-down the place." He shot
another blast of CO2 at the smoldering chemicals. He shook his head as he felt
his head spin.
"God, I feel dizzy. Must be these fumes." He fanned the swirling smoke in the
air.  The other man put his hand to his head.
"Me too... I can hardly stand up." He covered his nose and mouth. Both men heard
stirring under the bookshelf. Underneath the bookshelf, Delilah began to lift
herself onto her hands and knees.
"Ouch!" she cried. An odd, tingling sensation slowly spread throughout her
entire body. The feeling was like a long, slow orgasm, filling her with warmth.
She felt her clothing slowly feel too tight around her legs and arms and a
powerful energy surged through her. She heard her belt being stretched out and
realized that she was very slowly growing!
"I've got to... lie... down." Mumbled a workman. He felt like all his energy was
slowly draining from him. The other man sat on the floor as well, holding his
head in both hands.
"W-what's happening to me?!?" Delilah shrieked as she struggled to her feet and
tossed the bookshelf off her back with a grunt. She gasped as she looked down
and saw the size of her arms. Her once small and weak arms were being filled up
with inches and inches of muscle. Her lab coat sleeves were stretched out
completely, wrapped around her growing arms. The rest of her lab coat stretched
tight around her growing breasts and spreading lats. She quickly rolled up her
sleeve to see new muscles in her upper arms pushing the thin outline of her
veins closer to the surface of her skin, becoming clearer and more distinct.
Knots of muscle began to congeal under her back and her shoulders consolidated
into firmness.
"God, I'm growing!" She looked down- her thighs, once soft, now seemed to be
lightly stretching her slacks out as her quads kept on growing and growing. Slow
tears formed around the seams, and slowly got larger and larger as her legs
continued to increase in size.
"MMmmmm.... I feel so energetic, so STRONG." She flexed both arms this time:
shapely, defined wedges of muscle the size of lemons rose from her arms. Skin
rippled and bones thickened. Her flat rear started to round out.
"I'm somehow doing it with my thoughts. I was trying to summon all my strength
under the bookshelf, and-"
"My God," started one of the men
"I'm shrinking!" his voice sounded shriller, less deep than it did. Sure enough,
he was slowly shriveling. His body was reduced several inches in height and he
seemed markedly thinner than before.  Delilah's mouth hung-open in shock.
"My God you ARE shrinking!" She grabbed the nearest one by his upper arm,
"Your muscles have shrunk, too! They're not nearly as big as they used to be- if
this keeps up, I'll be much stronger than both of you in no time!"  Delilah's
lats bloated outward. Back muscles thickened, her pectorals became denser,
thrusting her breasts forward. Her nipples pushed against the fabric of her lab
coat. The seams along the side strained, slabs of muscle pushing against them.
She had been wearing nylon stockings, but her sudden growth had overwhelmed
them, and runs were rapidly appearing and spreading. Her upper arms expanded,
like someone was pumping them full of air. Triceps became more defined; biceps
rounded into orange-sized orbs under her tight coat and her calves blossomed
into hard diamonds of muscle.
"Yes, yes!" she moaned aloud, reveling in every aspect of the metamorphosis.
Just by thinking about getting stronger, she was slowly learning how to control
the flow of the strength transferring into her. She gripped the workman's arm
tighter in her glee as he tried to pull-away. Glancing at her biceps, she coaxed
them,
"Bigger, bigger." Using her mind, she forced more strength into her body. Her
glutes became rigid and rounded hemispheres of flesh, placing even more stress
against her trousers.
"Why, this is amazing! I'm beginning to look like I've worked-out for years!"
The other man on the floor started crawling away.
"Those chemicals- I was working with powerful adaptogens- they must have
affected me!" She grabbed the second worker by his collar and lifted him up- not
only was she much stronger, but he was much lighter.
"Oh no you don't! Ha ha, you can't get away, can you? Ohh, YES! I'm getting
stronger much faster now! C'mon, make me stronger!" They were getting thinner
and looked like the size of young teenagers. They kicked, to no avail.
"I'm somehow taking your strength and muscle mass! It's like we're swapping our
strength; I think I'm getting as strong as you guys were, and you're both going
to be as weak as I was a few seconds ago!" She felt enormously strong, as
powerful as a man. She was about 5'4" now; she'd gained an entire 4 inches in
height! Both men hung limply from her arms.
"Looks like your pants just fell down around your ankles!" She laughed at them.
"Stop it!" one of the men yelled.
"This can't be happening!" shouted the other.
"Oh, but it IS happening! This feels amazing!" she watched them shrink to about
as small as she was, expecting her growth to stop. Yet to her surprise, they
shrank even further.
"Oh, God- I thought that it would stop after I made you as weak as I was." open-
mouthed with shock, Delilah continued to feel herself gain strength.
"But I'm STILL growing! And you're STILL getting smaller and weaker! I never
imagined that could possible! You're both smaller and weaker than even I used to
be!"
"No! Please stop!" one screamed.
"You can stop begging." A mischievous smile crept across her face.
"There's no way I am going to stop now! I want more- I just love being so
strong! I must be a full foot taller than you two, and SHIT, you're STILL
shrinking! Oh, PLEASE don't let this stop!"  The two workers kicked, but felt
their energy slip away from them until they were too weak to even struggle. Both
men had been reduced to little more than emaciated midgets when Delilah's growth
stopped. She let both men drop to the floor.
"That seems to be all you boys can give me.
" She flexed her impressive new body in near-ecstasy. The tears that had
appeared around the seams of her lab coat ripped larger. She laughed cruelly.
"You two are struggling to even breathe- and just look at my new, powerful body!
I can't believe how thin and weak I was before!" She also cupped and hefted her
substantial breasts. She had only A-cups a few minutes ago. Open-mouthed she
admired the cleavage of her new C-cups! She was also amazed at her new height of
5'7". She tried lifting a heavy worktable with both hands. No problem, she did
indeed have the strength of two men. She grabbed a pipe wrench and tried to
squeeze the steel. Though, try as she might, she couldn't dent it.
"Well, not quite strong enough yet to bend steel. I've just got to get even
stronger!" She grinned as she let it fall to the ground with a 'clang!' She
looked-down at herself, her clothes were all too tight and torn in some spots.
She began to look for larger clothes around the ruined lab, but to no avail.
"Now I can finally get revenge on all the men who wronged me!" she thought out
loud. The ones who pushed her around when she was weak and small, the ones who
tried to impede her rise up the academic ladder, the ones who cut-off her
funding! Giggling, she felt her head get dizzy... she knew that in high
concentrations, adaptogens could often affect neural chemistry with severe
results. No, nonsense- that couldn't happen to her, she had super powers now! 
Leaving her two victims behind, she ducked next-door to an advanced materials
research lab. The door was locked, but fortunately, a first-floor window was
left open. Climbing-in and turning on the lights, she looked for clothing- any
clothing. She surveyed the room; it was full of Kevlar fabric-milling machinery.
The university was funding research on the production, molding and bonding of
advanced Kevlar fabric. She giggled, her head spinning and feeling insane
again... she got a spontaneous idea.
"I can find clothes here!" She turned-on a Kevlar cutting machine. As the
machine whirred to life, Delilah lifted a roll of experimental super-strong
elasticized fabric. To her delight, she picked-up the seventy-pound roll with
one hand- it felt so light! She wouldn't have been able to do that with both
hands five minutes ago! She pumped the bolt of fabric up and down over her head
and felt herself moisten.
"Ooooh... this feels soooo good!" she shivered as she flexed. She fed the first
sheet of black Kevlar into the machine and turned it on.
"I want more..." she flexed her left arm, marveling at the sharply defined bicep
which swelled-up as the machine began working the super fabric.
"More muscle!"   Four hours later... Delilah stood outside the Midgard College
gymnasium, dressed in a long trench coat. A man walked out of the front door and
began walking toward the dorms.
"Hey there, young studmuffin." Called Delilah. She sized-up the man. Yup,
bodybuilder all right. He stood 6'2.
"Hi yourself. What're you doing out so late?" he smiled. This chick had a
gorgeous face.
"Just walking. Care to walk with me?" she smiled sweetly.
"Sure."
"I'm walking through the woods up the hill. That's where I parked my car."
"I didn't know there were any parking spots up there. Or roads for that matter."
"Well... There's a small parking spot. What can I call you?" Delilah put her
hand on his shoulder and gave it an appreciative squeeze.
"Roger."
"And how did you get such big muscles, Roger?" She brushed against him
coquettishly as they walked.
"Me?" he grinned. This was once sexy mama!
"Exercise. Lots of it. You like 'em?"
"Mmmm...." she nodded,
"I like 'em. They're just what I wanted to see." Several minutes later, she led
him to a secluded spot in the trees.
"Hey, let's see how hard your body is?" she ran her finger down his chest and
began to concentrate on getting stronger. Roger took the initiative and wrapped
his arms around her. She put one arm behind his neck and gripped him tightly as
they kissed and she moaned as she felt more strength rush into her. After a few
seconds, Roger pulled his lips away and shook his head.
"God, I'm getting dizzy."
"Ignore it- the blood's just rushing here." Delilah stroked the man's crotch,
smirked and pressed her lips against his a second time. Roger pulled away, with
more difficulty.
"No, I think I need to sit-down or something." Delilah pulled him tight against
herself.
"Ow, you're hurting me!" He tried to pull away, to no avail. Delilah moaned as
she felt her bust swell larger with voluptuousness and her muscles harden
further. Roger felt some sort of changes taking place beneath the woman's coat.
She seemed to be slowly expanding.
"What the hell? Umph!" he tried to pull away again as he realized that his mass
was slipping away.
"Hahaha!" she threw her head back in delight.
"You can't get away from me!" she cast-off her trench coat to reveal her black,
shiny, skin-tight catsuit. It covered her from her neck down to her wrists and
her ankles. She was improbably standing in a pair of shiny black Kevlar pumps
with 6-inch stiletto heels. Stenciled taught across her now D-cup breasts in
gold lettering was the word 'POWERFEMME'. Roger tried to push her away, but his
strength was fleeing his body and rushing into Delilah. His horror was evident
as his shrinking body became pressed tightly against the woman's swelling
breasts, his once-powerful arms and legs growing shorter, more slender, and
weaker with each passing second. Lost in the sheer ecstasy of her growth, she
began taunting the hapless man.

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"See that I am the next stage in human evolution... Tremble before me, for I am
your new goddess! I am PowerFemme!!" she yelled triumphantly as she felt ever
more strength flood into her body. With one hand, she held up the rapidly
shriveling bodybuilder, with the other, she flexed her bicep and gleefully
watched it grow larger as she leeched the hapless man's strength.
"Look at how strong I'm getting! And you! Ha! You're getting smaller and weaker
by the second, I can't BELIEVE how weak you are compared to me! Oooh, make me
stronger!" She arched her back and shivered as she was overcome by the erotic
rush of all of her body's muscles bloating with each passing second. She held
his head even with her face, gleefully watching his body grow thinner and 
smaller than the last two men as she spasmed pleasurably with her barely-
controllable growth. She slowed her growth to a near-stop. He was nearly the
size of a fourteen year old.
"Oh God, look at this body! I'm huge!" PowerFemme marveled at herself.
"Don't! S-stop!" he hollered.
"Don't stop?" she laughed.
"Okay, if you insist- Ooooooh!" She shivered as she switched-on her ability
again. The transfer stopped when she drained him of palpable strength. She
dropped the emaciated, shrunken man into a crumpled heap. He was just skin and
bones now. He gasped for breath.
"All done! Oooooh, see ya later, studmuffin. Thanks for the muscles!" She called
in her sexiest, most feminine voice as she blew him a kiss. The elasticized
Kevlar was the perfect material for her outfit. It was bulletproof, impossible
to tear, and it could stretch to indefinite proportions to accommodate her
growth. Her abdomen was as ridged as a washboard. She ran her hands over her
swollen, hardened body and shivered. She shivered as she brought her finger over
her large, yet steely double D-cup bosom.
"Getting bustier is a really nice bonus!" she thought out loud. She cupped her
breasts and
"Now THESE are TITS!" Nonetheless, the stronger she grew, the more she wanted to
grow even stronger. She ran her hand over the granite-hard, softball-sized ball
of feminine power that was her bicep. It seemed harder and much denser than
normal muscle tissue. She looked down and admired the muscular curve of her
calves, thighs and buttocks, given an extra degree of bulge by the outrageous
pumps she wore. She'd also gained 4 inches in height off this man, making her
about 5'11". Quite an improvement over the barely 5 foot pip-squeak she once
was!
"I need to perfect this formula. Find some way to make it more potent, more
controllable." Surprised, her voice seemed to have gotten deeper, yet far
sexier. She ran her hands through her luxurious mane of hair. She began to
ponder her new ability: it had to be some bizarre, unprecedented type of
telekinesis which allowed her to take cellular energy from men's muscle cells
and transfer it into her own. Based on her experience so far, her power only
seemed to work on men who were within 6 feet of her or so. In theory, the
formula might be improved to extend the effective range and possibly even allow
her to draw energy from both sexes. She'd have to go back to her lab, salvage
what was left and find some new laboratory elsewhere. But, that could wait for a
little while longer- she was having far too much fun. She had the potential to
be unstoppable! She'd absorbed the strength of three men, but it still wasn't
enough. Not nearly enough.
"With this power, I could become a Goddess!" she trilled. Yes, she'd rebuild her
lab and perfect her Goddess Formula.  Nearby was the Midgard campus gymnasium.
It appeared to be open even at this late hour. It was an old gym: constructed
from bricks and mortar back around the turn of the century with a convex, green
copper roof.  She peered into a window of the building and spied a group of
about seven weightlifters in what appeared to be an exercise room. These were
among the largest, most muscular men she had ever seen- perfect.
"This party's just getting started. Now for some REAL muscle!" She felt a near-
erotic tremble course through her at the thought. They seemed to be finishing-up
a work out. She quietly waited until six of the men left- apparently for the
adjacent shower room. She gripped the iron bars over the basement window and
with a grunt, pulled the bolts out of the mortar. With an effortless stiletto-
heeled kick, she broke the glass of the basement window and slipped into the
building. Climbing the stairs unnoticed, she crept quietly into the weight room.
There was noisy music booming out of a ghetto-blaster nearby. The bulked-up
young bodybuilder she'd spotted through the window was facing away from her,
toweling-off his face. He was sitting on a weight-pressing bench, at least 450
pounds on the barbell. Delilah put-on her best come-hither smile and was sure to
put an extra-sensuous wiggle into her walk as she sidled-up.
"Hi, stud. Are you about to bench-press?" The young man turned around and
reacted with all the surprise of someone who'd just laid eyes on a roughly 6-
foot muscled honey in a skin-tight, shiny black catsuit walking towards him. The
gold 'POWERFEMME' stretched-tight across her chest. He felt his erection spring
to life.
"Hey, babe. Didn't see you come in." he couldn't resist a chance to show-off.
"I just did ten reps on this. I'm about to hit the shower." She sounded
disappointed.
"Ohh- are you sure I can't spot you? Pleeeease??" The guy looked her up and
down.
"Sure. I guess you look in-shape. Love that body, by the way." She smiled
sexily.
"Oh, you *LIKE* this body?" she asked, teasingly, flexing her abs. She ran her
hands up her sides and shivered at the sensation.
"Ooh, is that the most you can bench-press, stud?" she seductively stroked the
weight-bar.
"Just about." He laid-down on the bench, placed both hands on the bar. Delilah
stood over him in the spotting position and began to think about getting
stronger.
"Come on stud, give me what you've got." She moistened her lips with her tongue
and smirked knowingly. The man pushed the bar straight off with a grunt and did
one rep. Delilah smiled and licked her lips as she felt the transfer begin. The
tingling permeated throughout her body as every muscle began to expand anew. He
did a second rep, slower than the first. His third was even slower than the
second. He was straining more visibly now.
"You can do it, honey." Delilah cooed as she mentally coaxed more strength into
her body. She could feel her outfit stretching tighter. He grunted as he did a
fourth rep. Teeth gritted, he struggled to push lock his arms upright- but try
as he might, he couldn't make it.
"Grrr! I- Phhhmmm!!!"
"You can do it, honey! Let me help you a bit." She grasped the bar with one hand
to help him lift it. Her already-muscular arms erupted with thick cords of
bulging muscle, even as her already large breasts grew even bigger and firmer,
lifted higher as her pectoral muscles swelled and her back arched from sheer
ecstasy. On the bench, the surprised man's eyes opened wide, amazed at this
woman's gigantic strength.
"God, you're strong!" he gushed, in awe.
"Surprised that a girl can match you?" she moaned as she felt herself swell with
power. Her outfit creaked as it stretched; she grabbed the weight bar with her
right hand and grabbed his wrist with her left.
"C'mon, make me stronger, baby. Make me bigger, baby. Bigger. Harder. Stronger."
She curled the weight- its heaviness seemed to diminish by the second. Suddenly
realizing in disbelief what was happening, the man looked-down at his shrinking
body. He gasped and passed-out when he saw his rapidly dwindling form.
"Oh Yes, Bigger, More! MORRRRRE! C'MON, I WANT TO GET HUGE!" She began pumping
the weight with her right hand, noting gleefully that it was lighter than ever!
Totally lost in her awe for her new body, she let him slump to the floor even
though she was only half-finished consuming his strength. Satisfying the desire
for more muscles was a craving. An insatiable addiction. It was better than
chocolate, better than fulfilling a long-cherished goal, better than sex.
"Oh God!" she shuddered as she dropped the weight onto the floor with a loud
'clang!' and ran her hands over the new ridges and valleys of her even bigger
body. Her muscle-fortified bust-line had swollen out to beyond the F-cup realm;
her breasts sat on top of thick plates of pectoral muscle making them look even
more impressive. They were firm, yet still retained just enough jiggle to be
considered genuine breasts. She couldn't see her toes when she looked down! Her
ever-tighter outfit only accentuated how overdeveloped she'd suddenly become. 
The 'POWERFEMME' stenciled across her chest had stretched wider than ever, but
had flattened out.  Still feminine, but just utterly bulging with musculature.
Powerful, defined arms hung from bulging shoulders. By the miracle of its super-
material, her skin-tight outfit was able to keep up with her large, muscle-
backed arms, legs and chest. She admired herself in one of the many mirrors in
the room. She tried a dozen sexy flexing poses, amazed at how huge she'd become.
She was pumped beyond belief.
"MORE!" she moaned and looked for the other bodybuilders. All six of them were
in the shower room. But her victim was lying on the floor, sitting-up. He'd
slipped back into consciousness and was clutching his arms in disbelief,
desperately trying to find some remnant of the muscle that he'd had not more
than 30 seconds before. He was not nearly as large as he used to be.
"I think I've got what you're looking for." She giggled and struck a double-
bicep pose. PowerFemme's tissue gathered force and bunched into a twin colossal
mounds the sizes of which would put any man to shame. He began to crawl away in
fear.
"Where are you going, honey? I'm only warming up!" She grabbed him by the wrists
and held him off the ground with one arm. She held her free arm behind her head,
letting her hard bicep swell against the side of her face.
"What have you done to me?!"
"You must not grasp reality too well, pal." The muscle-hungry amazon looked at
him with utter contempt.
"I've just turned you into a total, utter wimp and made myself another step
closer to becoming a goddess in the process." PowerFemme flexed her free arm and
shuddered with pleasure as she watched it swell- it was thicker than the average
man's thigh!
"You've- those muscles are mine!" he screamed.
"WERE yours, you mean." She brought his face to within an inch of her bicep.
"I think they look MUCH better on me."
"Give them back!"
"Oh, so sorry, honey- there's no way I could reverse the process even if I
wanted to. It's VERY permanent." She pouted her lips and sniffed in a mock-
sympathetic voice
"I'm afwaid that big mister muscle man has had his muscles taken by this widdle,
itty, bitty girlie. And you're going to be very, VERY weak from now on."
"Let me go!" he sobbed.
"Try to get away. Go on." She grinned ear-to-ear, still effortlessly holding him
off the ground with one arm.
"I CAN'T!" He kicked his legs to no avail.
"I can't even feel you try!" She flexed her free arm as hard as she could,
crisscrossing veins popped-out on her bicep.
"You're a total weakling!" She laughed then put her forefinger to her lip,
pretending to be in thought.
"Goodness, if you can still talk, that means you still have some strength left."
She sighed nonchalantly.
"Oh well. Shame to let it go to waste, no?" PowerFemme focused on drawing-in
what was left of his strength- slowly. She giggled.
"Mmmmmm... I already have SO much muscle, but I guess I wouldn't mind just a
little bit more. It's not like you're going to be too active from now on."
"Stop! Please!" he begged as she started taking more of his strength.
"I just want a liiiiiittle bit more.. Oooooh, I can feel it, and I know you can
feel it. Your strength is fleeing your pathetic, limp, weak body!" She shook
with joy as she taunted him.
"Oooh, I LOVE being so strong! I LOVE being so tall and muscular." She beamed as
she saw her bicep bulge larger than ever.
"Check-out these arms! Not bad for a girl." She put her thumb and forefinger
around his upper arm.
"But you- you're less than a tenth of the man you used to be! I bet a third
grader could beat you up- no, make that a first-grader! Maybe I should stop
taking your muscles now. I've gotten strong enough, don't you think?" She
slowed-down the strength transfer again barely to a creep. The man struggled to
speak, but his words came-out as a pathetic sob.
"What's that? I'm not strong enough? Well, okay!" She ratcheted-up the transfer
speed a notch and moaned with pleasure.
"I guess I could manage to get a little bit stronger if you insist..." He shook
his head as he felt himself dwindle smaller. His voice became more shrill.
"No! Please no more! I beg you!"
"Oooh, look at yourself! You must be the weakest man in the world, but you just
keep getting weaker and weaker and WEAKER by the second, and I just keep getting
stronger.. and stronger" she shuddered as her bicep grew by another centimeter
before his eyes
"... and STRONGER. Ooooh baby!" The helpless man started to gasp as he shrank to
the size of a prepubescent boy, with just about as much muscle.
"Stop!" he screamed in frenetic terror.
"Check out these arms! They're bigger than your legs used to be!" She flaunted
her burgeoning biceps in his face.
"I'm still growing fast, while you- ha! You've hardly got any muscles left at
all. Maybe I'll let you keep a teensy bit of your muscle; do you think I'm BIG
and STRONG enough yet? I promise I'll stop now if you ask nicely..." she halted
the strength transfer again. Even breathing became difficult for him; he coughed
and tried to nod in response in desperation that he could keep at least the
tiniest shred of strength. From his point of view, she was a massive mountain of
threatening femininity.
"What did you say?" she slapped her hand to her cheek in mock surprise.
"I'm STILL not strong enough? If you say so..." She turned-up the delicious
strength transfer again.
"A girl could always use a bit more muscle." She began to see he was nearly
exhausted of power.
"Your strength is almost aaaaaaaaalllllllll gone! We're......... nearly there.
Ooooohhh....... Just............. a little........ mmmmmm........... teensy....
ohhhhhhh... weensy........ bit .... left ......."  She let him drop to the floor
as soon as there was nothing left to take.
"I think that's enough for now. Thanks a million, stud!" She ran her hands over
her body once again, shaking with excitement, and turned to walk towards the
shower rooms. Although her strength had increased by more than 30% with her
latest victim, her muscle volume only seemed to expand only about 10%. She only
gained 3 or so inches of height this time. So her growth was outwardly less than
her growth spurt last time, but in terms of muscle quality she knew that pound-
for-pound, her muscles were probably the densest, thickest and purest on the
planet. She could feel that her muscle fibers were thicker, stronger and more
densely packed than those of any normal human were or ever could be. She tested
her right arm with her free hand; it was like granite. She was truly becoming
super-human. With each step, PowerFemme felt all her legs ripple and pulse. She
savored every bulging movement as she walked. Her high heels merely accentuated
her muscle-swollen sexuality. They made a seductive 'tock-tock-tock' while
walking on the tile floor of the shower room; it had one exit, six weightlifters
were either in the process of bathing or in a state of semi-undress. When she
walked-in, they immediately spotted her; one uttered an impressed 'damn!'.
"Hello guys." She put-on a sly grin and put both hands on either side of the
doorway, blocking the exit with her muscle-packed frame. Stretching up to her
full height, plus her shoes, her head touched the ceiling of the doorframe!
Delilah looked like a cross between a Ms. Olympia contender and a big-busted
porn star. She shivered as she felt an erotic rush come over her.
"Now let's see what some REAL men have to offer..." she cooed erotically as she
stood in the doorway to the shower room, smirking triumphantly. A mountain of
pure, hard power. Two of the men walked towards Delilah. One dropped his towel
to the floor, showing Delilah a decent-sized erection.
"Yo, bitch! Come on over here. I got something for ya." Delilah reached-out and
gripped it, massaging it gently. He was 6'3, the same height as she. Not for
long.
"A woman doesn't just accidentally walk-in to the men's shower unless she wants
it bad." Said a second. He was slightly shorter than she was and very thickly
built. He looked over her body and whistled.
"Great body."
"Don't make no diff'rence to me." Smirked the first.
"Yeah, baby. Come on. Gimme that sugar." He reached-out and ran his hands over
her breasts. She fondled his genitals, running her hand up and down his shaft.
She felt the tingling warmth spread throughout her body as she felt yet more
power being added to her already-titanic strength. She'd have to work her magic
quickly on these guys; she had a feeling she'd have to vacate campus as soon as
possible. Suddenly, PowerFemme grabbed his hard-on and twisted. Screaming, the
man she gripped slowly began to diminish in size and strength. Once again,
Delilah's muscles swelled larger, her bosom bloated outwards by another 5%, and
she grew an inch taller in height. Her black outfit was pulled more snugly than
ever before as it struggled to contain her growing body. The others looked on in
disbelief; Delilah quickly drained his strength within seconds until he had
diminished in stature to about the size of a slender ten year old. She dropped
him to the ground and the five other men in the room started to back into the
corners.
"He was just an appetizer, guys!" She struck a double-bicep pose and stuck her
massive chest out even further. Two perfect, volleyball-sized breasts sprang
from her chest; they stuck-out almost a foot in front of her! PowerFemme's
inflated arms were thicker than any of their legs, and her legs were like tree
trunks. Her stomach and shoulders had ridges upon ridges of muscular bulges
erupting. Yet her figure was more feminine than anyone had ever seen before.
"What the fuck is that?" One shouted.
"Shit Marty, it's the devil!" Delilah smiled.
"No, not the devil... More like a muscle-Goddess!" One of the men rushed at
Delilah like a linebacker, trying to batter his way through to the door. He
slammed into her, trying to knock her aside, but she stood fast, unfazed.
Delilah grabbed him under both armpits and effortlessly lifted him to see him
eye-to-eye. His feet dangled half a foot off the ground. Delilah arched her back
orgasmically as she began to speedily drink the nectar of his strength inside
twenty seconds.
"Oh yes! Yesssssss!" she screamed as she felt herself grow again. Like the
first, she leeched away as much muscle as she could and dropped him like an
empty soda can. With no effort, she disdainfully pushed his withered body out of
her way with the pointed toe of her high-heeled pump. She stepped forward, and
slapped her hands on her hips, laughing menacingly. The men looked-on in horror
as she stood threateningly larger than ever before them. A rock-hard, muscle-
packed tower of feminine strength.
"Ha ha! He felt like a soft breeze!" PowerFemme laughed as she stroked the
inflated cords of muscle that layered her legs and stomach. She shivered with
ecstasy.
"Ohh, it feels so GOOD to be so STRONG! Who's next? I've got a lot of growing to
do!"
"Get back!" one of them shouted.
"Don't come near us!" PowerFemme set one powerful, feminine, stiletto-heeled
foot in front of another until she was within 6 feet of the four remaining men
cowering in front of her. Layer after layer of thick, deeply cut, muscle covered
her entire body. She gleefully pulsated with her new strength. There was not a
single inch of her body that was not rock-hard and piled with layers and thick
slabs of bulging, vascular muscle. Her thimble-sized nipples poked out, creating
twin sharp stretches in the Kevlar fabric of her suit.
"Oooh, what's the matter? You big, strong men afraid of me?" She felt her suit
tighten again as she began to milk the strength of the last four men. Her rate
of growth shifted into overdrive as the strength of four more men began to
rumble through her veins.
"Ohhhhh YES! YES! YES!" She screamed, totally enraptured, lost in the erotic
excitement of her growth spurt. Utterly overwhelmed by the hot tidal wave of
power that flooded her. She howled in pleasure as she arched her back and felt
the level of her strength take a massive leap forward. Her suit groaned at the
seams to contain her body as it swelled. Her colossal muscles stretched her
clothes out to ridiculous proportions as her she kept on growing and growing.
Her stomach muscles were tight and ribbed; they looked like a tightly-packed
sack of billiard balls.  In shock, she looked down at how huge she was becoming!
Her glutes felt like they were as thick as phone books! Every inch of her was
covered by cords of thick, strong muscle. They were striated and textured like
coils and coils of rope were bunched under her skin as they erupted with
mountainous strength. Her body was pumped solid with throbbing, feminine power.
Her torso had turned into a wickedly exaggerated V-shape. PowerFemme put her
hands together in front of her and extended them downward while squeezing them
inward. Her breasts pushed-out like steel helmets stacked on top of the largest
pecs anyone could ever imagine. Her arms were totally swollen; engorged with
striated, ropy muscle. Every flex sent waves of power rippling through her huge
biceps and triceps. Her shoulders were the size and hardness of cannonballs, and
her legs were massive, pillared trunks. Her entire body was layered with twisted
cables and huge ridges of thick muscle. By the time she'd finished, the four
remaining men in the room could no longer be considered true men. She estimated
these latest four had increased her already-massive strength by at least 80%!
Now, PowerFemme had the combined strength of the nine large men she'd
encountered... that might give her the strength of fifteen or more average men!
It still wasn't enough for her. Enough growth tonight, what to do next? Improve
the formula- that was what would make her a true goddess.
"I've got to get back to the lab and salvage the rest of the equipment." She
thought out-loud. With her new body, lifting heavy boxes would be no problem at
all. She blew a kiss to the six stick figures on the floor, turned on her spiked
heel and walked-out of the gym. Early the next morning. Driving northward on
Highway 65, she glanced at her map briefly and squinted at the daybreak. The sun
was starting to rise through the pines casting a yellow light onto her
dashboard. Her seat was slid all the way back as far as it would go, and the top
of her head was still pressing against the roof of the vehicle. It had been
quite a job cramming herself into the driver's side of the van. In a few hours
she'd be at her destination: one of her close friends had inherited a cabin in
the woods upstate. It was a bit rural, but it had electricity, and running
water. Best of all, it was far enough out of sight to serve as an ideal
impromptu lab in which to continue work on her formula.  She'd have some tough
work ahead of her in the next few weeks. Getting the lab set-up and restarting
the rather complicated experiments where she left off would be difficult, but
possible. She'd have to tap her life's savings to have enough money do it
though. Her equipment was just barely what she needed. She might have to hire a
lab assistant in the near future to help her.  But, she was sure of one thing:
once the Goddess Formula was perfected, there were virtually no limits to how
powerful she could become.

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Powerfemme Part 2a

PowerFemme Part II: The Birth of a Tigress

Dr. Thompson's new lab assistant is introduced to stunning new powers…

By SeaRaven <mailto:fun_fellow@hotmail.com> and MarkNew

Eileen Huang glanced in her rear-view mirror to make sure her hair was acceptable. She had a confident feeling about today's job interview, but having an acceptable hair do certainly didn't hurt. Brushing-back an errant strand of coarse, shiny, raven-black hair, she drove north, along Highway 65. The long winter was beginning.
An hour before, she alighted from her apartment admiring the first frost of the year covering the grass. This internship interview seemed like something for which she'd been hoping all semester. It wasn't so much that she needed the money- her parents were more than willing to give her anything she needed- but she really needed an internship to further her educational goals. The graduate schools she was hoping to apply to wanted students who'd had extensive experience in the lab. Back at the State University at Hartfield, all the lab internships were already taken; the few number of opportunities for students earmarked for that year had been further reduced by unexpected funding cuts. At the same time, she considered this semester to be a critical turning point for her education. She either had to get an internship or kiss grad school bye-bye.
So, it was by a stroke of luck that she came across this paid internship opportunity on a computer newsgroup at her university. She had a print-out in her purse. It read: "Paid Internship, $400/week. Private biophysics laboratory. Requires B.S. in biochemistry or biophysics, extensive experience in chemical modeling software. Must be willing to work long nights. Immediate opening." It was followed by a brief description of the responsibilities involved with the job, and requested emailed response.
So, Eileen emailed a cover letter and résumé to the lab, and within hours received a reply! The reply asked her to come for an interview immediately. She'd never heard of 'Selenia', it didn't seem to be part of any private research group or foundation that she recognized. Still, their situation was understandable. Research labs often had to meet project deadlines by rapidly bringing-in interns to do low-level tasks during work bottlenecks. And $400 per week wasn't too shabby for an internship besides.
She looked at her map again and glanced at a roadside sign. She was about an hour north of Hartfield outside some little town called Manuxet. Having just passed through the 'town' in the blink of an eye, it was more like a few dozen houses scattered around a central cluster of two-story buildings rather than a town. There wasn't much to see: a town hall, a church, a library, a few shops and a small bar. A friendly-looking, yet sleepy town. Odd area for a research lab, she thought.
"This internship had better be good. No, it had better be damn fantastic…" she whispered to herself, more than a little irritated at the prospect of getting lost.
Several minutes outside of Manuxet, huge pine trees flanked either side. Following to the directions she'd been e-mailed, she followed a single, unmarked, unpaved lane which branched off the main road. It was a single lane a the asphalt had not been repaired for quite some time. She was really getting off the beaten track now. What kind of lab would be so far away from the nearest urban area?
Eileen Huang was a senior at the Hartfield State University. Brilliant as a youngster, she'd entered college at the age of 16. In her studies she was within a hairsbreadth of getting her bachelor's degree in both computer science and biochemistry. Her real dream, she decided, was to go into graduate school to study the emerging field of computational biology. She smiled. Her work in both computer science and biochem made her a shoo-in for the job.
Eileen had been born and raised in the U.S. but her parents, both doctors, had emigrated from Taiwan in the early 70's. She'd found it awkward being the only Asian student at school while growing-up. She didn't care for the teasing she'd been bombarded with at a young age by her peers about her facial features and the ugly glasses she had to wear. But her outgoing personality and charm always managed to compensate somehow. As time went on, she gained the acceptance and friendship from nearly everyone back home.
Eileen was, in short, a gorgeous young woman. "Beauty and brains all in one package" is what several guys back at school had said. She kept herself in shape, and her body was firm and lean. However, Eileen was barely 5 feet tall and her slight, delicate build made it appear that she could be swept-away by the slightest puff of wind. Today, her fashionable wire ovular-framed glasses did nothing to hide a pair of brightly superb, inviting, almond shaped-eyes. They gave her the appearance of a highly-intelligent, capable woman but at the same time hinted she was a woman who could be sensuous and carnal once she took them off and let her hair down. Her smooth skin was the color of coffee and cream without a single blemish to be found.
She drove along the paved road until she came across an old, yet well-maintained cabin. This couldn't be right! She noticed no sign marked 'Selenia'. The house number, however, was the same as the address on her print-out. Parking her car, she checked her direction print-out again. This was the right place, all right. Didn't LOOK like a lab, she thought incredulously.
"Come ON!" She fumed. "I MUST be lost." She turned-off the engine and got out of the car. Walking-up the wooden steps to the porch, she said to herself. "Maybe I can get directions at least." She knocked on the door and turned-up her collar as a cold wind blew-in from the north. She heard movement inside. The door-opened, and before her stood the tallest, most built woman Eileen had ever seen! Even though this huge woman was wearing a lab coat, there was no mistake about it: she had to weigh several hundred pounds, almost all of it was muscle.
"You're Eileen Huang?" The huge woman looked-over the student. Eileen felt positively tiny compared to this giant amazon! The student's mouth hung open for three full seconds before she regained her composure. Eileen began to shiver with fear as this woman stood threateningly huge in the doorway. The lab coat would have been loose on the largest man, but it was very, very snug on this woman. Her hair was done-up in a bun and she wore a pair of bookish-looking glasses to boot.
"Gah... buh.. y-yes. Yes I am." She stuttered, then held-out her hand, slightly afraid this woman would crush it. "And your name is?"
"I'm Doctor Thompson. Of Selenia labs." The woman took Eileen's hand and shook it. The younger woman's hand seemed like that of a child in Dr. Thompson's huge paw. "But you can call me Delilah."
"Uh.. thanks." Eileen stammered. "This is Selenia labs? I didn't see a sign."
"That's right. Well, it's just a name. The unofficial name of this lab at this point in time. Come in, by the way. I understand that you've had a lot of experience in biological computing applications?" She motioned for Eileen to enter.
Contrary to popular conception that biologists relied primarily on petri dishes and microscopes, many of the newest aspects of modern biochemistry are as computer-reliant as highly data-intensive fields like plasma physics and weather system modeling. Certain biological fields involve sifting through huge piles of raw data looking for discrete, hard-to-spot patterns: something that computers are quite good at.
Decoding gene-sequences, for instance, involves massive amounts of raw genomic data which had to be compiled, cataloged, formatted, analyzed and statistically correlated to be useful. 3-D Computer modeling was used to determine the complicated shapes of large proteins and enzymes. Computers were also good at sorting through a mix of thousands of chemical batches to find the one, optimum molecule that might possibly make a useful pharmaceutical.
As a result of her background in both computer science and organic chemistry, Eileen had mastered all the relevant scientific software packages for the topic.
The student surveyed the room: half of it was an impromptu-looking laboratory. It had a large quantity of glassware, lab equipment and even a small ventilation hood to sweep-away chemical fumes. The other half had a pair of worn-looking living-room chairs and a coffee table covered with papers and documents of all types. Delilah indicated for Eileen to have a seat in one of the chairs, stepped-behind her coffee-table 'desk' and sat-down. The chair moaned in protest as she settled her massive bulk onto it.
"As you may recall from the ad, I need someone who is familiar with biochemical modeling software. Your résumé is quite impressive." The enormous scientist said.
"Thank you." Eileen put-on her best businesslike smile. "It's true I've had experience with most modelers, and I've worked on a number of projects over the past few semesters. For instance, I've created a program to model the analysis of promoter regions in protein secondary and tertiary structure. I also helped in a project to create a library of 3D motifs for G-protein molecule families and super-families. Over the summer, I've also helped to write a program to apply the principles of 'RNA Knotting Theory' in analyzing prions- "
"Good." The doctor interrupted, obviously impressed. "In a nutshell, this is what I need: I've been trying to model a molecule with a Virtual Chemistry modeler, but I don't have time to write all the programs myself. I need someone to help-out around here."
Virtual chemistry. Eileen nodded. Delilah's software was able to simulate the properties of complex molecules; the student knew Vir-Chem applications well. Eileen could write a program to design and test any conceivable chemical compound without lifting so much as a test tube. Naturally, the more complex and variable the structure of the molecule and the more missing pieces in it, the more complex the program she had to write.
"Yes, I definitely believe that I have the know-how to do-"
"You're hired! Welcome! Can you start immediately?"
"Um.. sure, I guess. Naturally, I have a few questions about the nature of this… lab." She forced a polite smile which could, nonetheless, melt butter.
"Yes, I understand it looks impromptu. I'm afraid I haven't made any structured documentation for your assignment. Time is a serious constraint with my project. I'm sure you understand." Delilah frowned.
A Rube Goldberg plan in a log cabin in the middle of no where? The setting was ridiculous enough to be interesting. Eileen quirked an eyebrow and gave an amused smirk as she nodded curtly.
"Good. I have a serious problem." Delilah leaned her massive frame forward over the desk, it groaned in protest. "This molecule I've been modeling… It's a real puzzle. There are missing pieces to it. Given its' electrochemical valence bonds, I need to know what could be used to fill-in the missing pieces in order to give it the properties I'm looking for. While you're working on this project, I have to run-through the findings I've made in the past few weeks. Come this way."
The woman stood-up and once again shocked Eileen with her size. Delilah showed Eileen to her workstation in one corner of the cabin. It looked woefully worn-out. The machine was almost a decade old, and had a rather pitiful processor by modern standards. One edge of the keyboard was even held-together with duct-tape.
"This workstation is a bit obsolete, I'm afraid." The Doctor sighed with characteristic understatement. "But I managed to do my basic modeling on it before I moved here. I have some data on-screen about the molecule I need to test. There are several missing pieces, unfortunately. As you can see, it's an experimentally-stabilized class of adaptogen."
Eileen looked-over the data. It was a highly complex molecule: a class of adaptogen she'd never seen before. Adaptogens were highly unstable mutagens and were a cutting-edge area of study in the world of biochemistry. They were capable of causing large, hard-to-predict changes in living tissue. Adaptogenic compounds were expensive to obtain and difficult to store. As a result, virtual chemicals were the best way to experiment with them.
Unfortunately, there were missing pieces in Delilah's chemical model. The structure of key bits and pieces of the molecule under study were unknown. Using her programming skills and the laws of chemistry, Eileen would have to write an algorithm to extrapolate what kind of chemical bonds were possible to fill in the blanks. Once these blanks were filled in with likely solutions, that data would need to subjected to the long, tedious process of elimination to determine which of those possible bonds would NOT create the properties Dr. Thompson were looking for. There were thousands of possible combinations, and the program would need millions of iterations to finish! Eileen sighed. There was no way this tiny workstation could run such a massive program. She could tell this was going to be a tough, tedious job.
Suddenly, the young programmer had a burst of inspiration.
"Wait a minute… this workstation IS obsolete!"
"I know, it's all the university gave me." She frowned and began to remember how neglected she felt in building 405.
"No, what you said gave me an idea. I can't possibly use this terminal to get the results within such an aggressive schedule. But, I think I might be able to access additional resources. My university was contracted by the Department of Energy to participate in the big Genome Project."
Dr. Thompson nodded, she was familiar with the multi-billion dollar endeavor to break-down, map and interpret the entire human DNA sequence. It was the largest government science project since the Apollo moon program of the 1960s and promised to bring huge insights to the functioning of the human body.
Eileen continued. "They bought a new supercomputer to digest the genetic sequences. It can perform billions of calculations a second. BUT." She held up an index finger. "I happen to know that they're only running the machine at around 95 percent capacity. They wanted to have spare memory left in case they need to run additional programs from time to time."
"So?"
"So, about five percent of the RAM is sitting idle. I could write a program to carry-out the simulations that you need, dial into the University at Hartfield computer lab and upload it for processing in some of the computer's spare memory."
"But, won't they notice that someone from outside is using the computer?"
"Not at all. I know that system inside and out. I can make it so that the program is invisible to the auditing manager. I can go in and cover our tracks after the program is done. I've done it before." Her glasses slipped-down her nose and she pushed them up again.
Dr. Thompson beamed. "I KNEW it was a great idea to hire you! How long until you can get the program written?"
Eileen stroked her chin in thought. "If you give me all your specifications, it might take about twenty hours or so. Then it'll probably take me about half a day to debug it. Then, it might take a day or so for the university supercomputer to run all the findings running at less than 5 percent capacity. Assuming everything goes as planned, we'll have the results by the day after tomorrow around noonish." Without missing a beat, she added "Do you have any coffee here? I sort of live on caffeine when I program."
"No problem, I'll get some water heated. It sounds like you're going to do a fantastic job!" Delilah was clearly thrilled.
Late that evening, in Dr. Thompson's lab.
Delilah sat-back in her chair, it groaned to accommodate her unusual size and weight. Exhausted from hours of pouring over obscure medical journals about known physiological side-effects of adaptogens, she sipped from her coffee cup. The cup seemed as tiny as something from a child's tea-set to her, she thought. She still hadn't gotten used to being so huge. The original accident which happened to her back at Midgard was remarkable, but had an unpleasant side-effect: delusions of grandeur. The adaptogens had obviously affected her nervous system during her transformation. After the first hours of her changes, she'd become ravenous for power, cruel and sadistic.
She was convinced that she was a goddess and destined to rule the planet. Convincing herself she was a Goddess? Ludicrous! But overwhelmed by her craving for power, she needed to taste the delicious elixir of energy within those men. It was hers for the taking. She'd assaulted and crippled nine people in her uncontrollable rampage. Only after she'd calmed-down after the drive to her new lab did the overwhelming lust for more power subside. But months later, once in a long while, the urge for power would overwhelm her usual sensibilities for a split second or two. Just like an ex-smoker could get a nicotine craving from time to time. It was a good thing that this far out in the woods, no men were around for her to feed off of.
She concluded the biggest personal challenge for mastering the Goddess formula was controlling her own desires. She had to learn to wrestle with that power lust, and win, if her invention would be of any use at all. In the weeks after, she'd managed to learn to control herself somewhat. She felt like she firmly had a handle on herself. More importantly, she no longer saw her experiment as a way to attain the level of goddess, but as a way of improving the health, livelihood and social-standing of women worldwide.
She stretched her wide, furrowed back, stood-up and walked to her shabby bed where she normally slept. The emotions she experienced when she was sucking-in muscle and power left and right were definitely psychotic. It wasn't right to hurt those men, but she just couldn't help it. She DID warn the physical-plant workers that her chemicals were dangerous. They hadn't listened, they were trying to take-away her career and her future. The others had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe if she wasn't so angry at those jerks on the peer review board! She could swear a few of them smirked when they canceled her funding. But still... She frowned and drained her coffee cup.
There had to have been an investigation into the odd happenings back at her old lab the night of her transformation. The day after she'd arrived in the back-woods, she'd heard a news report on the radio that police had investigated a mysterious fire at a Midgard University laboratory. A number of men had been found around campus suffering from a mysterious wasting affliction and were carted-away to hospitals. Local health officials had cordoned-off both buildings for a few weeks, but soon declared the premises to be safe. The nine men were taken to area hospitals and their incoherent hallucinations made no sense to the police at all. Delilah still wondered: were the police looking for her?
There were still so many unanswered scientific questions left about this remarkable host-parasite phenomenon she had discovered. What was the actual mechanics of the energy transfer? Based on her experience and subsequent research, her telekinetic power caused cellular energy in the living muscle tissue of the 'host' to be extracted. After extraction, it was carried through an as-of-yet unknown mechanism into her own body's cells. The output of her own metabolism would make a big leap forward and the energy would be absorbed rapidly by her own muscle and bone cells, resulting in stunning cellular division and growth. Her individual muscle cells had become unusually dense; they were thicker, stronger and more densely-packed than those of any normal human were or ever could be. She did indeed seem super-human in those respects.
She also noted that her body warmed and tingled slightly as she absorbed and converted the energy into muscle. It was like an adrenaline rush. Why was the sensation so addictive? The men's bodies had deteriorated as a result of their energy loss. For them, the effect was devastating. Could there be some way of reducing the damage? Those questions would have to be addressed if the formula was to be improved.
Her telekinetic reach seemed to roughly obey the same laws for an electromagnetic field. Beyond a sphere of about 6 feet, though, the field died-out entirely. Could the range be extended somehow?
She'd done a few small experiments. One of the first was to test for electromagnetic activity emanating from her body. She found nothing. Over the past few months, she'd gone to the nearest towns to buy supplies on a few occasions. Each time, she'd kept a low profile and when the occasion presented itself, she had tried to take a tiny amount of the strength of one or two women she'd come across on each excursion. She'd failed on all attempts. Why couldn't she absorb the strength of women? Was it hormonal? Genetic? Physiological?
She shook her head and rubbed her temple in thought. In the past, she'd seen how adaptogenic isotopes were an effective catalyst in energy absorption. They could effectively amplify energy within cells, so it would be theoretically possible to amplify the effects of the muscle-transfer as well. Hopefully, the data from Eileen's program would help her synthesize an improved, more efficient derivation of her accidental formula.
If a safe variant of the formula could be created and given to millions of women, no longer would women be unable to assert themselves. The change would utterly bury the social order of the past and shatter every unjust restriction on females. That was a goal worthy of every effort she could spare. Eileen seemed the perfect choice for a lab assistant. She was obviously intelligent and knew her stuff. But, could she be trusted in this secret endeavor? That was a question which would have to be answered soon.
Several days later…
Eileen plugged the phone line back into the lab's workstation and dialed-in to her University's computer lab. As the modem tones blipped, she turned to Delilah and smiled.
"Well, it should be finished by now. We'll just download the results, and you can have a look at the data." Her fingers clicked on the keyboard as she started the download.
"I want to thank you for all the hard work you've put in. Frankly, I'm amazed we managed to do this so fast. It would take months of slow number-crunching using only that workstation." The connection was made, Eileen tapped the keys and the data transfer began. Delilah decided to find out if Eileen was on her side. "I must ask you a question while we're waiting: are you satisfied with the status of women in the world?"
Eileen nodded and looked to the doctor through her glasses. "No. Of course not. I resent that women don't earn as much as men for the same work. I also don't like the fact that women have second-class status in almost every society. And don't get me STARTED about abuse…"
"I thought so." Delilah lowered her voice. "What would you do if I told you I know of a way we could solve all that. A solution to women's problems."
"Huh? You're kidding. That would take-"
"A shift in the balance of power?" Delilah cut her off.
Eileen nodded and briefly noted that the data transfer was proceeding smoothly.
"Exactly." The doctor continued. "What would you say if I told you I have a way of causing that shift in the balance of power."
"I'd say: 'let me know what it is!'" Eileen laughed. "But that just seems impossible."
"If it was possible, such an important solution must be kept under the strictest confidence. A lot of men might try to destroy the solution for the sake of preserving the horrible status quo. Outside this room, NO ONE can know. Can I trust you?"
"Of course you can." She swept an errant strand of jet black hair from her eyes. "I promise. Does this molecule have something to do with it?"
Delilah put a gigantic hand on her lab assistant's shoulder. "If you're with me, we can right the world and unimaginable power will be available to all women. We’d go down in history as the most important scientists and social visionaries since… ever! Hell, we'll have a change bigger than anything else in our history. We're talking about a profound transformation in what it means to be part of our species! Think about it." She smiled grandly. "No more violence against women. We'll be able to reach our full potential. We will be truly empowered to create our own destinies."
Normally, Eileen was usually cynical. But there was something about this molecule that looked radically new and important but had no idea what it could be. Dr. Thompson truly believed in what she was doing. She'd staked what little money she had left on the project and this was her now-or-never chance to succeed. Why the hell not? As long as she got credit for her internship, she didn't really care.
The lab assistant smiled. "Hey, I'd love a Nobel Prize! Einstein, Galileo, Fleming… Huang!" Laughing inwardly, she whimsically imagined what she might look as a statue.
But then, the doctor's voice turned dead-serious. "But, if you back-stab me on this. If you betray the project, make no mistake. I'll hunt you down and DESTROY you."
Eileen gulped in genuine fear of what might happen.
"Uh… Understood!" She stammered. "Oh, we've finished getting the results." As she saved the newly-arrived data to disk, she turned back to Dr. Thompson. "Believe me, I'm trustworthy. I mean, if there's the slightest chance that I can improve the lives of women, I'd do whatever it takes."
"Glad to hear it." Dr. Thompson leaned-back. "For the rest of the day, I'll need to review the data myself, so I guess there's not really much you can do until tomorrow, so have a good evening."
"Really? Great! Do you think I’d be able to take Saturday night-off? I've been planning to meet with a few friends over the weekend. Tomorrow night, I'm meeting my best friend Amber at a bar near my college. I haven't seen her in the longest time. She's got this new boyfriend, and she just hasn't seen me much since."
"Well, you deserve to have some time-off. You've done a really great job. In fact, I didn't expect to get to this point for several months. This really simplifies the work enormously." She slapped Eileen on the back a bit too hardly.
"Ouch!" Eileen rubbed her shoulder in pain.
That night in Dr. Thompsons' lab…
The enormous scientist dolefully sipped from her coffee cup. Hundreds of yellow streaked highlighted the documents cluttering Delilah's desk as she shuffled through the reams of output from Eileen's program. She'd been working for hours without a break, and so far it was turning-out to be very informative reading indeed. Delilah took-off her glasses and rubbed her weary eyes.
"Astonishing." Was all she could mutter.
The adaptogenic effect which had transformed her several months ago was one which caused her to gain roughly less than one unit of cellular energy for each unit she took from her host. A .97 to 1 ratio wasn't bad, but the data from Eileen's model proved that synthesizing a modified variant of her original, serindipitous Goddess Formula could create a 'Multiplier Effect'. This would be accomplished by inducing a higher rate of a cellular growth process called anaerobiclycosis.
Tweaking just the right parts of the Goddess molecule would make the energy transfer effect even more powerful. This would, in effect, multiply the energy being fed-in to the receiving cells. Unfortunately, with each change of the molecule came the potential for more severe side-effects as well.
The real advantage of computer modeling was that a program could extrapolate the properties of numerous hypothetical molecules with different multiplier effects and side-effects. One of the outcomes of Eileen's model seemed to be an optimized variant of the molecule: it would multiply the energy transfer effect by at least three, but unpredictable side-effects would be kept to a minimum. She would call this variant Goddess2. Now that she knew the structure of the molecule, it would be little problem for her to synthesize it.
The new molecule would have to have several sections neatly-clipped off using a series of quick chemical reactions. In her initial accident months before, a mixture of adaptogens and reactives splashed against her. Through an astronomical chance, they mixed in the proper proportions to transform her into her present state. But using Eileen's data, she could now design her desired molecule and find out what reactives were needed to make the new molecule. She set to work on the calculations immediately and within an hour had the results.
Using the last few raw adaptogens she managed to salvage from her lab, she spent the night preparing the solution. It was a long process of stabilizing the notoriously volatile isotopes and mixing them with precisely-measured reactives. By morning, she could breathe a sigh of relief: she'd managed to create four doses of the modified formula. Placing them in vials, she stored them safely in the lab's rickety refrigerator. The next time her lab assistant came, she'd reveal the secret.
The next day in Dr. Thompsons' lab…
Eileen sat there, her mouth agape. "So THAT'S why you look that way!"
Dr. Thompson nodded. She felt utterly relieved that she could finally tell someone the whole story. "I have to say that I really regret what I did. It weighs on my conscience heavily. At the time, I just couldn't control myself. I knew that the morning after they would find the bodies so I fled."
"I see. And now you're offering me the same ability?" Eileen was still shaking her head in disbelief.
"Only if you want it. I mean, this is what we've been working on, and you have the right to be one of the first."
"What about the long-term health effects?" Eileen took-off her glasses and looked the doctor square in the eye.
"Well, I've run some medical tests on myself. I have an improved circulatory system, a more resilient immune system. My cuts heal within hours. I'd call those positive health effects. But, I'll tell you, it's also a major life change. The relationships you have with family and friends may change. It'll be as significant to your life as getting married or having children. More significant, perhaps. I wouldn't call my life normal anymore. Now, do you want some time to think about it?"
"No." She took off her glasses. "I've been thinking about it for years. I've always said that if I could be taller and stronger, I'd definitely go for it!"
"Well, maybe I should still give you a few days to think about it?"
"No." she sounded serious. "I'm sick of being short and skinny. I want it tonight."
"Only if you're totally sure?" Delilah looked her square in the eye. Eileen nodded determinedly.
"Well, let's get going." She tossed Eileen her jacket and motioned for her to go out the door into the chilled air of the early evening. "We're going to do this right. Under controllable circumstances."
Twenty minutes later, Delilah was driving towards Manuxet in the former Midgard Physical Plant van. Eileen sat in the passenger seat, almost trembling with excitement. All the while, they discussed the mechanics of the strength transfer and guidelines for safe use.
"So you sort of concentrate, and you get their strength?" Eileen thought it sounded crazy, but, Dr. Thompson was really speaking from genuine personal experience.
"That's right. The actual physics of how their strength went from them to me is a bit of a mystery, though. I hope that we'll be able to figure that out through further experimentation."
"Where are we going, by the way?"
"Well, I've spotted a place where we might be able to allow you get a first practice. This is going to be a controlled event, after all."
Soon, she was at the center of Manuxet; one of the bars seemed to be have about two dozen cars parked in its small parking lot. Still more cars were parked up and down the block.
Delilah pointed towards the bar. "That's where we're going to let you test your new ability. Almost every Friday night, this bar is packed. Almost everyone from the local area comes here." A gravelly, trash-strewn alley ran-along the side of the building. Delilah drove as close as she could to the nearest wall of the bar. Muffled country music could be heard through the wall. Eileen rolled-up her sleeve and took a deep breath.
"Okay, I'm ready."
"Only if you're positive. At present, there's no way of undoing this." Dr. Thompson readied a syringe.
"I'm totally ready." As soon as the words left her mouth, Eileen winced as the needle punctured her skin. Then she clutched her arm as it seized-up. First, it pinched. Then, it burned.
"That was just a cramp, you'll feel those now as the formula goes through the muscles." Said the doctor.
"Ow, it feels like… my arm is starting to burn-up! Ow! Ow! I can feel it burning through my veins! Ow!"
"That'll subside in a little while. Just hang in there."
"Owie owie owie." Eileen smarted, but then she exhaled slowly. "It's a bit better now. It's not so bad." She took another series of slow deep breaths and rubbed her arm painfully.
"Good. When I got splashed with the original formula, it burned like hell. The improved variant doesn't hurt quite as much." Delilah pointed towards the bar. "Now, I want you to concentrate in that direction. The first time I felt this, I was trapped under a bookcase, and I was trying to gather all of my strength. That's how I stumbled upon how to use this power. I have to be within six feet of a man in order for this to work, but we just also want to test your range.
"Okay, I'm trying to concentrate..."
"The feeling is difficult to put into words. It's one of those things you really have to feel for yourself in order to understand. Try to feel-out with your mind. You can almost touch something out there on the fringes of your grasp. It feels like a warm, tingling sensation. You can almost taste it." Delilah fought-back the urge to use her own power.
"I... yes, I think I can!" Eileen gasped. "Definitely feel something. It's like it's a prickling sensation way out there... It feels like... I guess, the only way I can describe it is that it feels like living power, if that makes any sense."
"No, that's really a very good description. How near does it feel?" She began to feel a bit tempted herself to reach-out and touch that power.
"It feels within my reach. I can feel about a dozen distinct sources of living power. No way are there a dozen people within a six feet of the wall. My range has to be farther than that. I must be reaching farther into the bar than you initially thought."
"Excellent! I've improved the range!" Delilah pulled-out a notebook and began to scribble her observations. "Now, you can almost taste the power. Try to draw a tiny amount of power equally from every source. If you take a tiny bit from everyone, no one will even notice. Give it a try."
"Okay… I'll try to…" Eileen closed her eyes as she felt the power trickle into her, then shivered. "I... FELT something! I FELT it! It REALLY felt like... wow."
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah. It was like a shiver I couldn't control. I just... " she shivered again. "Oh! I did it again. It was like a small spark. And I tingle all over!"
"That's very good. Now, try to just take a bit more of it." Delilah felt the urge inside her rising again. Delilah shook her head. No! She couldn't!
Eileen began to moan softly. "I can definitely feel something happening.. it's indescribable." Her limbs, formerly lithe and nimble, suddenly began to pulsate with an unfamiliar force. She clenched her fists and witnessed the beautiful blossoming of feminine power throughout her forearms, abs, chest and legs. Her legs throbbed as rounded thigh muscles began to emerge. Her pecs stared getting thicker and pushing outward; the slow growth was visible through the opening of her T-shirt. Her calves mushroomed into steel balls of muscle.
"Oh God! This feels better than..." Her once-skinny arms were thicker and fleshier, her hips grew fuller and rounder. She started feeling certain areas of her body. Reaching around to slide her hand over her derriere, her face lit-up; Eileen stuck-out her butt.
"Whoa! Baby got back!" She laughed. "It's a miracle!"
She began flexing, moaning as new muscles popped-out all over her body; she flexed over and over every way she could. "This feels incredible; I can't believe this is me! It's what I've always wanted; my biceps are so pronounced!" She held both fists close to her ears, beaming. She swiveled her clenched fist to and fro, her biceps were about the size of tiny potatoes; they danced up and down as she laughed with glee. "Don't look now, but I think I've put-on a few pounds!" She tensed her back and lat muscles. She felt her shirt tighten as her back swelled.

[bobthebob]

Powerfemme Part 2b


PowerFemme Part II: The Birth of a Tigress

Dr. Thompson's new lab assistant is introduced to stunning new powers…

By SeaRaven <mailto:fun_fellow@hotmail.com> and MarkNew

."Ok, now stop the transfer."
"Not yet…" she moaned. "My God, I think I'm a few inches taller now! This… feels so… " Delilah could see her muscles bunch and grow as the spasms overwhelmed her. The cuts between her muscles became more defined, the striations became prominent.
"NOW!" Delilah barked in her most authoritative-sounding tone. Eileen was shocked out of her trance by the powerful woman's voice. Dr. Thompson started the van and pulled-away from the back of the bar.
"Yes ma'am!" she started, but then looked down at herself. "Eek! Look at me! I look like one of those fitness models you see on ESPN!"
"Before you get too caught-up in your new body, I want you to think about the responsibility that goes along with your new power." Delilah nervously looked in the rear view mirror to see if anyone was following her.
"I can certainly see what you mean! I went from nothing to being almost as strong as a guy!" She looked down at herself, smiling ear-to-ear. "I'm the ultimate tigress!" She folded her arms and pouted at the thought of forgoing the tremendous reserve of strength back in the bar. "Wait until Amber sees me tomorrow!"
"Well, 'Ultra-Tigress', I've got to take you somewhere for the next step."
Several hours later…
They drove all the way to Midgard College. Dr. Thompson felt nervous coming so close to where she had fled months before. She used as many out of the way side-streets as possible so the van wouldn't be spotted. Better safe than sorry. Delilah parked the van and shut-off the engine outside a shuttered and darkened Building 405. Slamming the vehicle door, PowerFemme pointed it out to Eileen.
"That's where I had my fortuitous accident a few months ago." She said. "We need to get you something." They quietly walked-up to the building immediately next door to Building 405.
"What are we doing here?" asked Eileen as they walked-up to the rear entrance. Worn paint flaked-off the frame, a single padlock secured the entrance.
"We have to get you a new outfit." Holding one hand against the doorframe, PowerFemme gripped the padlock with both hands and pulled. Eileen's eyes grew as large as saucers as her mentor's arms swelled with size. Twisting the lock left and right, groaning with exertion and gritting her teeth, the massively powerful amazon broke the latch right off the door! "Open sesame." She smiled as they stepped inside and dropped the busted lock on the floor.
Turning-on the lights, Eileen laid eyes on several large pieces of machinery with cloth spools mounted on them.
"What are those?" she asked.
"They're machines to mould and cut an experimental type of Kevlar cloth." She flipped a master power switch, a machine whirred to life. "You need clothes that'll fit you. Preferably bulletproof ones."
"You mean clothes like yours?" Eileen smirked.
"Exactly. Not only that, I think I need to make quite few new items with the same fabric. Having only one catsuit might be a liability."
"So we're going to make outfits? Only if I get to choose the color." She pointed at PowerFemme's 6-inch stiletto heels. "And I am NOT wearing those ridiculous things. I'll fall flat on my face."
"You have to walk tall. Head and shoulders above the rest. Your legs will adjust very quickly."
"Screw that. I'll take a pair of sneakers, thank you."
The hugely muscled amazon crossed her arms disapprovingly and peered-down at the still-petite Eileen with a smirk. "Sorry, you've got to. It's a rule."
"What rule?" Eileen shot-back sarcastically.
"Rule One…" PowerFemme grabbed the nearest roll of Kevlar cloth and fed it into a machine. "Everything I say: that's just the way it is."
The next night at The Cache, a bar near Hartfield University…
The Cache was crowded, as it always was on Friday nights. Dozens of students from Hartfield U were huddling in noisy groups. Drinking, talking, smoking. A number of obviously underage freshman women had managed to sneak-in and were giggling drunkenly with the best-looking guys in the bar. Eileen walked through the door and surveyed the familiar scene.
Eileen was wearing one of her slinkier outfits; a tight, mid-thigh black miniskirt to show-off her incredibly toned legs, matching pair of 3-inch heeled pumps and an off-white stretch-satin top that was very stretched on her, indeed. It left her toned midriff bare, and was low-cut enough to show an inch of mouth-watering cleavage. Her legs were longer and firmer than they'd ever been before, and her (still below-average) new height of 5' 3" made her feel like she was towering over the earth.
Almost all male eyes, and a number of female ones, were immediately drawn to her as she walked-in. With every step, her breasts jiggled ever so slightly. She didn't feel as embarrassed as she normally did about showing-off skin. Hell, she was loving every instant of it. The material of her top stretched almost taut against her chest; it rubbed back and forth over her over-stimulated mammaries. Eileen's nipples poked noticeably straight-out and she loved every hormone-overloading second if it.
Eileen spotted Amber sitting along at their regular table. She was normally the life of any party -- 5'7", pretty, voluptuous body, sharp flashing eyes. But tonight she wore sunglasses and no makeup and seemed almost buried in a large gray sweater, staring sadly at a glass of ice water. She looked-up and saw what looked like a Taiwanese model walking-towards her. The most unusual thing was the model looked like Eileen!
"Damn, girl! Where did you get that body?!" Gawked Amber.
"You mean these?" Eileen replied, grinning. She slowly plumped her left breast and shivered at the sensation. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a few men at the next table started their drool-engines, much to her delight. "They're relatively new.... um... developments." She smirked, shivering from the twin-barrel effect of showing-off so much of her knockout figure and the sensations tingling through her breasts during her public self-groping.
"Are they silicone or saline?" Amber smirked, amazed. She looked-over Eileen and added "You must've worked-out hard to get so toned!" Eileen's pretty face brightened for a split second before recovering her sullen, sad look again.
"No! It's something even better! But -- hey, what happened to you?" Eileen signaled the waitress she wanted a drink and turned to face her friend. "How's everything with your new guy, Jake?"
"Fine." Amber looked at the floor.
"You sure don't sound fine."
"I said I'm fine." Amber forced herself to look happy, but her lip began to tremble.
"No you're not. You're an awful liar. Let's get out of here so we can talk privately."
As they got-up to walk-out, Eileen noticed that Amber was limping slightly.
"Hon, you're hurt." Eileen helped her friend walk outside. By the time they made it to Eileen's car, Amber was trembling visibly.
"Talk to me." Eileen put her hand on her friend's shoulder and noticed a rather painful-looking bruise on the back of her neck. She opened the passenger-side car door and let her friend slide into the front seat. "What happened? Does Jake know?"
"I don't know what it is… he was so sweet. He gave me anything I wanted… but he changed..." Amber sniffed-back the droplets welling-up in her eyes.
Eileen ran around to the drivers' side and hopped-in.
"What happened?"
"Last night, he'd been out drinking with Kyle. They both came in at 3 AM and I- I told him that he shouldn't drink when he had an exam the next day and… " Amber started crying. "He just got so mad at me and started yelling that I shouldn't…" she couldn't go on, overcome with sobbing misery.
"Oh, Amber… I'm so sorry. Did he hit you?"
Amber sobbed. "He hit me so hard! I cried and cried all day today… I- I just… "
"That fucker. That fucker! That fucking asshole! Didn't Kyle do anything to help you?" Eileen hugged her tight and handed her a tissue.
"They were both drunk. Kyle just stood there and…" she collapsed into Eileen's arms and cried so painfully hard. "He just stood there and yelled 'show the bitch whose boss!' I begged them to stop! I tried to get-away, but Kyle blocked the door. Oh God, I was so helpless!" she was crying harder than ever now, barely able to control her shivering.
"Fucking assholes!" Eileen bellowed and pounded her fist on the car seat. "Fucking jock assholes!" Eileen grit her teeth and felt herself turn crimson with rage. "I'm going to fucking make sure they both go to jail for this!"
"No!" Amber wiped her tears. "No, just… I'm too afraid! If they find out I told you, they'll beat me up again!"
"I'm so sorry, Amber. I'd do anything to make it better."
"I just don't want to make Jake mad again. Please don't tell anyone!"
"Those Goddamned fucking…" Eileen just trailed-off, overcome with anger. She regained her composure and turned to Amber. "First off, we're going to have you checked-out to see if you're okay." She started the car and headed for the nearest hospital as she felt her face flaring burning hot with outrage. "Second, I don't want you to see him ever again. Don't ever see him again, promise? I'll make sure both he and Kyle pay for this!"
"Please don't. I just want to forget about this." She sniffled and wiped her salty tears. "I want to forget this ever happened."
"Amber, I can't forget this happened. I promise, no one will ever hurt you again."
Later that evening…
"Please, we have to get even with those two!" Eileen almost shouted into the public phone; she was in the hallway outside the hospital waiting room and was careful to lower her voice when a few eyes drifted in her direction.
"First things first." The doctor replied. "How is Amber?"
"She had a hairline fracture on her wrist and some bruises. She's got a cast on her forearm right now." She angrily brushed-back a lock of hair, fuming.
"I see." Dr. Thompson sounded genuinely concerned. "I don't think we should. I mean, we just can't take their strength with impunity." Dr. Thompson thought for a second, but a little voice in the back of her head told her to reconsider. She sighed. As much as she didn't want to, part of her wanted to punish those guys. And it might help with the research. After a long pause, she replied "On second thought, with the exception of what we did in Manuxet the other night, I've never actually witnessed the power transfer under controlled conditions. I couldn't re-create a power-transfer session with my self as a test subject, too." She sighed loudly. "Yes, very well. For the good of science. We have to plan it right, though. Come over here as soon as possible."
The next night…
Eileen and Delilah sat in the front seats of their van on a darkened alley near the student off-campus residences outside Hartfield University. They were parked just inside a one-car garage that looked like it had been abandoned for twenty years. Run-down, sagging houses lined either side of the graveled and pot-holed alley. It looked like a slum; Delilah had forgotten how rotten student housing could be! They'd already been sitting there for over three hours. The doctor yawned and looked at her watch for what seemed like the thousandth time.
"Are you sure they're coming?" She asked.
"Positive. They tend to park their cars in the free parking lot down the block, and this is the shortest route back to their apartment. I want to thank you so much for agreeing to help-out Amber and me."
Dr. Thompson shook her head. "Don't thank me. I just hope we can pull this off." She yawned again. "I wish I had a book so I could read while we- "
"Shh! I think I see them!" Eileen whispered. She pointed-down the poorly-lit alley. Sure enough, two figures could be seen entering at the end of the alley.
"You're sure it's them?" Delilah whispered back.
"Yeah. That's Jake's favorite jacket." She pointed to the taller of the two. "And the other one's Kyle."
"Okay, you know the plan." Delilah soaked a pair of rags in chloroform and nodded to Eileen. "Let's go. We don't have a second chance."
Eileen nodded and slid into the driver's seat as the enormous amazon stepped-out of the van and crouched-down. It felt like an eternity passed, but finally, footsteps could be heard coming closer. A pair of male voices could also be heard, talking quietly. The footsteps got louder until both Eileen and Delilah saw a pair of tall, beefy-looking 21-year old men walked past.
"Now!" Deiliah hissed to herself.
As quick as foxes, she jumped-out at the two men. Delilah, more than seven feet tall, easily pressed the chemical-soaked rag over Jake's mouth. He gagged, but within seconds, was subdued. Taken by surprise, the other athlete saw the large figure come out of the shadows and attack his companion.
"What the fuck?!" Kyle hollered as he grabbed a brick on the ground and rushed at Delilah. The huge woman threw Jake to the ground and sent a punch flying to Kyle's temple before he could hit her with the brick. He spun a half-turn and wobbled as he tried to stay upright, but his legs gave-out as his massive assailant jammed a chloroform-soaked rag over his mouth.
Eileen ran-out of the garage with duct-tape and a pair of small burlap sacks. As fast as possible, she began to bind their hands and feet, stuffed rags in their mouths and pulled the sacks over their heads.
"Start the car." Delilah commanded as she picked-up both men with one arm apiece locked around their waists and stacked them in the back of the van. Inside of three minutes, they were back on the highway, driving back north to their cabin in the woods.
Two hours later…
Delilah took-off Kyle's hood and pulled the rag out of his mouth. Before him stood Eileen. He saw that they seemed to be in a root-cellar under a log-house.
Eileen was dressed in her newly-made Kevlar workout gear; it was colored in shades of blue and black in a crazy, mixed pattern not unlike that of a mirror which had been broken several times. Her tight, low-cut halter top showed the tantalizing curves of the new, twin fleshy mounds on her chest. Her workout shorts hugged every curve of her deliciously-shaped rear and thighs. A highly-stylized script, like slashes, was written across her top diagonally. It read 'UltraTigress'.
"Let me go, you freak!" he shouted as he struggled against PowerFemme's hold. But his strength was miniscule next to hers.
PowerFemme worked hard to contain her anger. This would be Eileen's game, not hers. She wanted to see how her assistant handled her new power, and the last thing she needed was to lose her control in front of someone so new to the power. She held him firmly, without replying.
"Hey Kyle." Eileen walked towards him, unfazed. He immediately noticed the sensuous sway of her hips, the toned shifting musculature of her shapely legs. She indeed moved like a tigress in heat.
"Who the hell are you?" He paused. "Eileen? Eileen Huang? Why the hell did you do this?"
Eileen looked up at Kyle, her chin jutting out challengingly but barely reaching his neck. "Well, there's a little matter of Amber....
Kyle spat at her "That's between me and Jake and her. I don't recall her even complaining, and in fact she called just last night, apologizing to Jake for making him so angry. That's what I love about you girls. You like nothing more than to please us. You worship our strength, don't you? Yeah, you're so soft and weak, and it gives you a thrill to see our power in action. That's why I think you and your friend here must be some kind of wacko lesbians or something. Your kind doesn't know what girls really want. And as soon as this freakshow let's go of me, I'll give you some of the same treatment. You might even like it," he added. "Maybe it'll help you remember you're a girl." He glared at her, challengingly, utterly confident in his ability to dominate and intimidate her.
She looked up at him with hatred, any shred of guilt rapidly disappearing from her mind. Yes, she thought, this is exactly the sort who would do perfectly. "Maybe I'll take you up on that. I'd love you to show me what a man can do for a woman," Eileen chuckled, "And, especially, what you can do for me." She traced her hand around his biceps, which bulged as he strained ineffectually against PowerFemme's superior strength. "They're so big and hard, aren't they? I bet you're so proud of them; it must've taken you years to get them so strong. I wish I could have muscles like these."
"Ha! Don't make me laugh! Except for your freak-friend here, no girl could get this big and strong." He smiled and flexed harder, "But go ahead and feel them. Tell your friend here to let go of me and I'll show you what a real man can do."
"Oh I will. But not yet. I'm not ready for you." She began to use her unfamiliar new power; concentrating on getting stronger gradually; Dr. Thompsons' formula amplified the trickle of incoming power into a surge of energy. Eileen's body again began to change. Her arms swelled, her traps rose up as her neck thickened. Her chest was visibly filling-out beneath the fabric of her halter-top, pulling the super fabric tighter and tighter. Within seconds, her upper body was as developed as his, and Jake watched in amazement as her abs knotted into a tight, perfect six-pack. Her arms were thick and vascular, with biceps that bulged even though her arms were relaxed at her side. The fabric of her skin-tight shorts creaked as her thighs grew larger. Her stiletto heels kept her calves constantly flexed as they grew.
"Oh, yeah!" she purred, as she began to grow taller. Her height surpassed 5' 5" with no hint of stopping. She looked at Jake as she expanded upwards and outwards. Momentarily pausing her growth, she shivered and collected her thoughts. A strange feeling came over her. She HAD to imbibe his strength again ... she just couldn't stop!
"What the hell did you just do!?" He yelled in surprise. He had only lost two-thirds of an inch in height, but he was feeling woozy and had certainly noticed Eileen's abrupt surge in height and her muscular development. He strained against PowerFemme's hold again and felt, somehow, that he wasn't pulling with as much strength. UltraTigress smiled like the Cheshire cat. The Goddess2 Formula was indeed magnifying the strength she was pilfering at least three-fold. Her muscles had grown much disproportionately larger than Kyle's had shrunk.
"Oh, nothing you can do anything about," she smiled sweetly. "It's just one of those 'girlie' things. So do you want to talk about what you and Kyle did to Amber the other night?" "What for!" he snarled. "That's got nothing to do with you. But I'm warning you, if you slipped me some kind of drug, you'll pay for it. No bitch messes with my body! I'll ruin you!"
"You think so?" Eileen snarled. He was making her so angry that she couldn't control herself, and in a split second her body erupted with more muscle as she took a large gulp of his strength, shooting up another inch and a half in height. Her nose was level with his chin and she noted with satisfaction that his arms no longer looked like a jock's. She suppressed her rage and laid a hand on the side of Kyle's face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't get mad at you. You jocks have to be aggressive. That's why you're so good at sports, isn't it? I really do admire you athletic guys, and your bodies too. It must take a lot of work for you to get so BIG. But what did you say about girls never getting big, no matter what they did?" She looked down at her arms. They already were slightly larger than his. She flexed her biceps, which formed softball-sized mounds, and admired them. "I don't know. My muscles look pretty big to me. In fact, they look a teeny bit bigger than yours." She reached over and ran her finger down his arm, which, unflexed, showed only a small bulge. She nodded to PowerFemme, who released his arms. He held his wrists, rubbing them where she had gripped him tightly, and his jaw dropped when he felt their reduced size.
"What's happening to me? My-my-my muscles! They've shrunk!"
"No they haven't! They've gotten bigger. Look at them!" She raised her arms and flexed her biceps. They were indeed slightly larger than his had originally been. "See? They're not small at all! I've just moved them to a better place. Now, let's see just how big and strong mister jock can make me, okay?" Eileen began to consume his strength again. She looked down at her legs and buttocks plumping up, gaining bulk with each passing second. Formerly athletic, sleek and lean, her legs swelled with power, bulking-up immensely. Their shape was made all the more extreme by her action of continuously leaning forward atop the deadly spikes of her skyscraper-like heels. Kyle's expression went from one of bewilderment to one of fear. Fear as she gained height, stopping only when they were eye-to-eye. She puffed out her chest, pushing her firm, newly-enlarged breasts into him and forcing him to step backwards.
"Now, what were you saying before, Kyle? Something about ruining me? I don't think so." Resuming sucking-out his energy again, she grew another inch in height. She was now taller than he! UltraTigress stepped forward and puffed her chest out again, knocking the bewildered Kyle back another step. "But I do think you've made me more of a woman!" She ran her hands down her chest, pausing dramatically as she traced the outline of her pectoral-backed breasts. They were like small cantaloupes; her outfit pressed them together to form several inches of tantalizing cleavage. "I've got to hand it to you. You do know how to make a woman happy." "Stop it! Whatever you're doing stop it!" He pounded his fists against her, his weakened arms impacting softly against her hardened muscular frame. She shook her head, all the while hiding her surprise at how strong she'd become so quickly.
"Not nice! Not nice at all!" She caught one of his wrists and twisted it, effortlessly forcing his arm behind his back and pushing him onto his knees. He whimpered in pain. "I thought you were made a stronger stuff. You're not afraid of little ol' me, are you?" She smiled, pushing on his weakened arm again and again, as he moaned in pain. "A sweet, innocent thing like me, just playing around, and here you are, a big, strong jock, crying! Aren't you embarrassed?" She spun him around and lifted him back onto his feet. He gripped his arm with his other hand and rubbed it. "Agghh! That was my throwing arm. How do you expect me to play Saturday?"
"Oh, that's an easy one. I don't. Anyway, I don't think you're strong enough to play with the boys now. You need big muscles to play, and you don't have them anymore. I do." She pumped her biceps right below his face, showing off her new muscles and at the same time resumed taking his strength. She steadily swelled larger and larger before his eyes with each pump, slowly drawing out his power. Her shoulders broadened and she grew taller. As her body energized, UltraTigress could tell she was starting to become super-human with unnaturally dense, thick musculature like PowerFemme. She was starting to get dizzy with the pleasure of drawing in all this raw power.
"Oooooh, I just love this muscle-bulging body! Ha-ha! You're getting weak and scrawny! I must be nearly twice as strong as you used to be! Oh, but I'm not quite done with you just yet." Now half a foot taller than the terrified Kyle, she smiled wickedly down at him and gripped his arms, lifting him off the ground straight out in front of her- her biceps bloated by at least another half inch each as she sucked-out more of his strength. "I can feel every fiber in my body thickening... stiffening... growing! You keep getting lighter and lighter with each second... hmm... I wonder why?"
"Put me down!" he cried fearfully. "Stop it!"
"Sorry honey. This is what happens when you mess with my gal Amber!" Planting one hand directly under his ass, she held him up with a single arm. With her free hand, UltraTigress grabbed his wrist and forced his increasingly-frail and bony right hand over her bicep as it continued to grow. "Squeeze 'em." She commanded, he just sat there stunned. "Squeeze 'em!" She growled threateningly. He did as he was told. Try as he could, he couldn't so much as press a dimple into them. They were as solid as steel, as hard as concrete; and he felt their hardness expanding-outwards inexorably beneath his spreading fingertips; he was powerless to stop it! He took a deep fearful swallow and his hand slid nervously off her massive arms. "Ha! Can't even put a dent in them, CAN you? Now YOU make a muscle!"
"No!" He shook his head, afraid to see what his muscles looked like.
"NOW!" she growled.
She grabbed his upper-arm, wrapping her hand around his receding bicep and tricep. Once large and firm, she squashed the slender bit of tissue easily in her hand as Kyle yelped in pain. "You're not flexing!" He swallowed and nodded at her, indicating that he was trying. She squeezed it again. "Oh my God, hee-hee! You ARE flexing! That is the best you can do! That's wonderful! Ha, ha, ha, ha!" she laughed, mad with joy. She held out his arm, examining it to confirm that his arm had lost all definition. "That's not a muscle, that's a joke! It feels like toothpaste to me!"
She began to massage her own large, peaked, growing bicep on the single arm which held Kyle, pumping it up and down, each gigantic flex banging against his back and forcing him upward. "Can you feel that iron-hard strength in my muscles? Don't my muscles feel soooooooo haaaaaaaaaard and sooooooo biiiiiiiiiig to you?? You're becoming such a little thing! Why, to you I must feel so powerful - like Supergirl!" She quivered with pleasure as she felt her body continue to grow and grow. He struggled to break free, to no avail.
"Please stop.." he sobbed.
"Aww, don't be so sad…" she sounded sympathetic and stopped pulling the energy from his body. "You don't like being so weak, do you? You want to be strong again like you used to be, so you can show us girls what we really want, right?" He looked at her beseechingly. "You know how we girls have a soft spot, don't you? We really like our men to be strong for us, right?"
"M-maybe I was wrong about things. B-b-but I can change, really."
"Oh, I'm sure you can change. You've already changed a lot. I can see that." She patted his sunken chest with her hand, which nearly spanned it. "You sweet little pet. Now, maybe you've learned your lesson?"
"Yes, I'm sorry!" he stammered.
"Good. I know just the right thing to do." He looked at her gratefully. "Yes, so how about a little ... more ... GROWTH?!" she laughed and started drawing his strength again, more rapidly now.
"No! Eileen, stop it... please?" he squeaked pathetically as he began to shrink again.
"My name is UltraTigress! And I don't feel like stopping… Goodness! You just seem to keep getting weaker and weaker... " she laughed cruelly. "You're wasting away. Losing every ounce of muscle on you..." She held-up one of his arms and watched it shrivel-up like a dry stick before her eyes. "Whoopsie! Where did your muscles go, Kyle?" Still holding him in the air with one hand, the Asian amazon pumped him up and down while flexing the ever-larger ball of power on her free arm. "Hmm, I think I know! Here they are! They went straight to me! I've got muscles popping-out all over now!" She arched her back, loving every tingling second of it.
"Please stop.." he sobbed.
"And it's not just your arms and legs... I can feel... the muscles lining your digestive tract... your cardiac muscle. Your immune system. The hardness of your bones. The richness of your blood. All of your strength is ebbing-away… every muscle in you flowing in to me...." He was skinny enough to slide-out of his clothes. With one hand, she grabbed him by his shirt; with the other, she pulled-over a chair on the floor nearby.
"Augh! You're not stopping!" he blubbered. "I'm sure not! Am I not big enough for you? Let me fix that." UltraTigress chuckled as she sucked even more energy out of Kyle's body, tripling everything she took. Her pecs and breasts ballooned to even more massive proportions; they were like soccer balls riding high on the huge twin slabs of her pectorals. "Like that better?"
"No!"
"Well I sure do!" She performed a single bicep flex while smiling playfully. Kyle winced fearfully at her growing biceps. "What's wrong Kyle? Is there something wrong?" she teased as she flexed a bit harder. Her biceps rose a quarter of an inch higher, a tangle of huge veins snaked across her arms. "You were saying something about my muscles?" UltraTigress tensed her mighty arm three times in as many seconds, causing the mountainous peak of her bicep to soar even higher with each pump. "Oooh, watch them get bigger… and biiiigger… and biiiiigger!" Kyle's cheeks turned hollow, every rib became visible. His legs became as thin as twigs and his chest caved in.
"It looks like you lost a little weight, babe." She continued to lovingly flex her arm over and over; it grew inexorably larger by a few centimeters each time she did so. "I bet you don't even weigh any more than seventy or eighty pounds." She shuddered as she pumped her ever-mightier bicep again and again, marveling at its growth with each pump. "Oh sure, you could pump iron to get some strength back… but it will take you years and years to have even a normal man's strength again!" she laughed.
"Please stop! Don't do this!"
Stopping the power transfer, she sat down on the chair, it creaked as she transferred her bulk onto its seat. Still holding him, she gently set him down on his feet. He tottered a bit, and then slumped forward. "Tsk, tsk. Look at yourself. You're in terrible shape, let me help you to your knees." She slid her erotic pump off her right foot and let it fall to the ground in front of him while propping him up enough so he could kneel. She stuck-out her bare foot.
"Get my shoe, and maybe- maybe- I'll stop taking your strength!" She indicated her pump on the floor. He put his hands around the pump; it had that high-angled arch that only sexy, very high heels can have; its' stiletto was like a spiky stem. He tried to lift it and struggled to heave it off the ground with both hands. "It's only half a pound. Come on. Lift it!" UltraTigress smirked.
Kyle grunted and groaned. It felt as heavy as a bag of cement! The huge woman leaned a bit closer and began to coo in her sexiest voice. "Come on baby, all you have to do is lift that little ol' shoe and I'll let you go." Kyle grasped it and managed to stand the shoe up on its sole and heel. "Good going! Come on! I know you can do it!" she cheered him on. He tried as hard as he could; placing both hands under the arch of the shoe, he pulled upwards and managed to slowly lift it off the floor. He grappled with it like it was a massive load of bricks. Eileen pointed her toe so he could place it on his foot. "Nice work, baby! Keep going! You're almost there!" As he struggled to hoist the vamp over her big toe, Eileen smiled wistfully and began to drain him of strength again.
"No!" he hollered as he collapsed. He fell-forwards, the weight of the shoe too great now for his muscles to compensate.
"Oh, I'm sorry baby, you didn't pass the test!" Giggling, she reached down and with a single finger plucked her shoe out of his hands and sensuously slid it over her foot. Standing up, she made sure he could see her calves bulging with power. The hard muscles of her abdomen flexed as she raised her arms over her head; her skin straining to contain her bulging might.
"You're so powerful, why don't you leave me something. At least ... at least I could build myself up a little." He managed to croak in a hoarse whisper.
"Ha, ha! Little is right. You're just four and a half feet tall now, and you'll never grow another inch in height, will you?" Her eyes lit-up with delight. "I just thought of something!" She stared at him intently, probing his body with her new power. "Yes, I can DO it!" She turned him over onto his side with her foot.
"Eileen?" PowerFemme walked-over, her towering heels clicking on the concrete floor as she moved. "I think there's no muscle left on him. There's no way you can get any more out of --" She stopped in mid-sentence. To PowerFemme's shock, Kyle's crumpled form was still dwindling! "Good lord…" she mumbled. His suntan faded into a pallid ashy color. His skin began to get dry and sallow. It looked like his internal organs were withering inside his body. There was even a barely audible shriveling noise. "It isn't stopping?" How was this possible? PowerFemme's face registered confusion.
"No, it isn't stopping! Ha ha ha!" UltraTigress laughed as she looked down at Kyle. He started shaking. He clutched at his crotch.
"Wh-what are you doing now?"
Eileen taunted him. "It's a part of your maleness I'm taking now, the only part I want! I'm taking your ability to build muscle! You'll never get any stronger, now. Never, ever, ever! And it's all flowing into me, multiplied three times. I'll build muscle three times faster than you could!"
"No, please!" he whimpered.
She turned him over onto his back with the point of her 6-inch spiked heel so she could look at his face. "Imagine: if I started hitting weights now, I'd gain mass three times as fast as a normal man!" She struck an enormous double-bicep pose towering above him, her arms looked mightier than Kyle could ever dream as she continued flexing them over and over, they were slowly pulsing larger. "But you, hee-hee! Even if you started lifting weights, you'd never, EVER be able to put on any muscle again! Ha, ha -- unless you loaded up on steroids! But no more natural bodybuilding for you, weakling! You'll be a wimp forever!" She was breathing very hard now as she concentrated, the sweat beading on her face and dripping onto him.
Finally, Kyle gurgled as Eileen stopped the strength transfer. Eileen looked down at what remained of someone who had been a hulking, muscular man not more than a few minutes earlier. Now he was lying face-down, little more than bones inside a sack of waxy skin. She looked down on the floor; she had to bend forward slightly in order to see him over her new, bowling ball-sized breasts. She glowered at him. "I want more! More!! I can feel something left." Gritting her teeth, she squinted down at Kyle's prone form as she concentrated harder as she began to focus her ability on what was left in Kyle's body. All of his muscle gone, PowerFemme could see her lab assistant was exerting herself to squeeze out every tiny bit of remaining cellular energy as if she were wringing drops of water from a wet mop.
UltraTigress laughed as she looked down at Kyle. "I must be converting your life force, your ch'i, into mine -- I'm gaining pure, solid living energy!" Eileen said through gritted teeth. It was getting extremely difficult for her to do it. She grunted as she began to strain herself. "I'm probably taking your ability to regenerate cells…" she huffed and puffed as if she was pedaling a bike uphill. "God this is hard, but feels so GOOD! I don't want to stop!" She ran her fingers over her breasts sensuously. "I think I'm taking your ability to metabolize protein." she grunted with the mental exertion. " I can feel my bones getting stronger, while yours are just getting brittle!"
Looking on to the scene, PowerFemme saw that the strength transfer with the Goddess2 Formula was MUCH more thorough than the original Goddess Formula. Jake had been shriveled more profoundly than had any of the men that she herself had drained several months before. Was it possible that Eileen was absorbing his life-force? What exactly did that mean? She didn't believe in new-age nonsense like ch'i or auras. There must be a new, additional effect that the new formula has produced. Was she going to be even more powerful than PowerFemme? "Oh, I feel dizzy.." UltraTigress put her hand to her forehead. This was too much strain! She shook her head to clear it. "If I really try, I bet I could finish the job."
"No, stop. C'mon." PowerFemme persuaded her. Eileen nodded, stepped away from Kyle and walked towards the room's wall mirror.
PowerFemme took one look at Eileen and saw that the Goddess2 multiplier indeed worked. Frighteningly so. Eileen was marveling at her new, supercharged body. She'd packed-on at least 300 pounds of ultra-dense musculature in the past few minutes and gained at least 8 inches in height. She was flexing over and over, admiring herself in the wall-mirror as her muscles crunched together with mass. She was as large as the largest male pro bodybuilder, but with wickedly exaggerated, over-accentuated feminine curves.
"I am so fuckin' HOT!" She gushed. She turned her back to the mirror and slapped her hot, muscled butt, satisfied at its strained firmness. "I could crack walnuts between these!" she smiled. Then she checked-out her sinewy legs... her quads bulged with power, and her calves felt as hard as if they were molded from bronze.
"Eileen? How do you feel?"
"Oh, better than I've ever felt in my life. I feel so powerful now; no one will ever mess with me; I can kick anyone's ass now! I don't think I've ever felt so great!" Looking down at her legs, she said "Wow, these shoes really do keep my legs nice and taut! Were you ever right! Everything looks smaller now that I'm taller..."
She hefted the weight of one enlarged breast with both hands and gawked at its size. "My God, I'm HUGE!" She tensed her chest, it solidified with bulges and ripples of muscle. She looked at her arms and flexed. "Damn!" A pair of football-sized mounds swelled-up. She used her left hand to squeeze her right bicep, testing its hardness. It was surprisingly dense... more than three times as large and dense as Kyle's muscles were. They must be more than three times as strong, plus whatever muscle she had from the day before. Despite her newly-found size and strength, she was only seemed about half as strong as PowerFemme. Her mentor walked-over and Eileen noticed she was eye-level with PowerFemme's throat. But there was still another untapped source of energy; Jake was still outside the room. UltraTigress shivered and moaned at the thought of taking-in still more power.
"Are you okay? Do you need a rest?" PowerFemme shined a miniature flashlight in her companion's eyes.
"No, I can handle it." The young woman pulled away and blinked a few times, annoyed. Oh, how she ached for more strength! Her crotch was moist and aflame, begging for more. This was better than any experience of her life!
"Are you sure?" PowerFemme didn't like what she was seeing. Was the Goddess2 Formula causing the same kind of behavior in Eileen the original caused in herself? "If you have any doubt, we should stop this now."
"Positive!" She dragged Kyle's skinny, struggling-to-breathe form into the far corner of the room, out of plain sight. He weighed almost nothing; he was a shell of a person. "Time to bring-in Jake!" Eileen shouted, trembling in anticipation while her arms involuntarily flexed to frightening size.
To be continued…

[bobthebob]

PowerFemme Part 3a

PowerFemme Part III: Power-Lust: Never make Eileen mad...

By SeaRaven <mailto:fun_fellow@hotmail.com> and MarkNew

In the basement of Dr. Thompson's lab…
PowerFemme carried Jake into the root cellar down the stairs. She saw UltraTigress, muscles tensed, haughtily standing with her hands on her hips. Head to foot, she was an impressive sight. She had a mad glint in her eyes as she scowled at Jake. She licked her lips and trembled with excitement at the thought of gaining more power. Like Kyle, Jake was bound hand and foot, his head covered with a sack. PowerFemme placed him on the ground, in front of UltraTigress.
PowerFemme, neé, Dr. Delilah Thompson, was getting more than a little concerned. UltraTigress, neé, Eileen Huang, was getting a bit too excited by her new and unfamiliar powers. As much as she worried about the unpredictable side effects of her secret adaptogenic strength-transferring serum, Delilah was still fascinated at how much she was learning by this experience. She'd never been able to witness such a prolonged strength transfer. She was witnessing the unknown mechanisms by which Eileen was taking the strength of their male captives, tripling it, and making their strength her own.
Now she stood behind the trussed-up Jake. Eileen shivered in anticipation, sweat trickling down her forehead. Still in the throes of pleasure from her last growth-spurt. Eileen had absorbed strength equivalent to that of nearly four men within the past few days, and was chomping at the bit for more.
"Ready?" She asked. "Are you sure you can handle this? I want you to stop the instant you think anything dangerous might happen to you. I'm worried your body might not be able to handle this much at once."
"I'm ready. Yeah, baby. Bring it on!" UltraTigress shouted excitedly, and clapped her hands together. "Bring it on!" The muscle-pumped Asian beauty pulled the bag off his head and ripped the gag out of his mouth, his face was a mask of rage.
"Who the hell are you?" he exploded.
"You don't recognize me? It's Eileen Huang, but you can call me UltraTigress."
He laughed as he looked her over. "Eileen Huang? Come ON! Eileen's a flat-chested, skinny little girl!" "You don't believe it's me? Take a good look." Stifling her growing anger, she put-on her glasses for a few seconds and flashed her award-winning smile.
"Yeah, you LOOK like her… but Eileen didn't have a body. You're some steroid freak-show! Now let me outta this room!"
Tossing her glasses aside, she balled-up her fist and sent a punch flying to the side of his cheek; he fell backwards onto the floor, cursing loudly. She only used a fraction of her strength- she didn't want to smash his face in. Yet.
"That was for Amber!" She straightened-up the chair again, a purple bruise was developing where she hit him. She smirked, he spit when he tasted blood.
"Tsk, tsk. You mustn't talk to me like that." UltraTigress flicked his forehead with her thumb and forefinger and dragged him to his feet. "But now it's time for the real action to start! Watch and learn, stud." Turning away from Jake, she tensed her back muscles and began to focus her new ability on him. He could see her massive, wide back, furrowed with deep crevices and reefs of hardness bunched under her skin. They were huge, rock-hard ridges of raw feminine power. Jake felt slightly dizzy as her body suddenly enlarged in every direction by a fraction of an inch. She looked like she was slowly inflating before his eyes.
"What the fuck is happening?!" He shot forcefully at her. This was getting too strange.
UltraTigress shut-off her power, turned around and leaned in close to Jake; she rested her hands on his shoulders and brought her face to within an inch of his so that their eyes were perfectly level. Her suit creaked as she moved. "I'll explain to you exactly what I'm doing. Your muscles are going to feed mine, baby! As you shrink, I will grow." She took a quick quaff of his strength, and he felt his clothing loosen against his body by a tiny fraction. Her eyes moved upwards from his vantage point as she gained another half inch in height. "You see?" She shivered and cooed erotically. "You get smaller. And I get bigger! " She took another quick burst, he felt himself shrink another fraction of an inch and found himself looking up slightly more into her brown eyes. She slid her hands over the contours of her body. "I get stronger too. See? And you ... get ... weaker!"
In half a second, she made yet another quick burst of muscle transfer. Her shoulders visibly hardened and broadened by a few millimeters while his shirt, which had been tight against his chest and arms (the better to show off his muscles), now fit comfortably. His eyes were now at the same level as the tip of her nose. Grinning, she put her hands under his armpits and lifted him off the ground, showing off her bulging, rippling arms.
"And watch how they get bigger with each pump!" She tensed her shoulders, both trapezius and deltoids shot-out, chiseled with deep striations. "I think I look great with big muscles, don't you?" Jake shook his head, too terrified to speak. "No? Kyle sure seemed to think so…" She set him on the ground and indicated towards the corner of the basement at what was left of Kyle.
His eyes grew as large as saucers when he saw what was left of his friend; Jake was petrified. "W-w-what the FUCK did you do to him?"
"Why, I just took all his strength. Just like I'm going to do with you." She made it sound like an everyday affair. "Now, what was I going to do? Oh yes! Ho-hum, I suuuuure wouldn't mind having my muscles get bigger." She mused as she turned on her ability again. Already much larger than those of the largest male bodybuilder, her rock hard arms, legs and chest pulsated larger and harder as sweat glistened over her and she continued to pour more and more of his strength into her body.
"I'm getting so pumped! Every bit of strength I take from you gets multiplied by three. I've knocked a few inches off your height, too. You're turning into a shrimp, and the level of my strength is going through the roof!" She kicked-off her stiletto pumps and stood flat on the ground. She noted with satisfaction that she was almost taller than he, even barefoot.
"Wait! Stop!" he yelled in a slightly higher-pitched voice while trying to back away. UltraTigress pulled him closer.
"Ummm… Let me think about it…" She put her index finger on her cheek and rolled her eyes to look at the ceiling. "Nah, I don't think I'll be stopping just yet…" she shook her head, smiling wryly and spoke in a mock-Austrian accent "Foor I am UltraTigress, und I just vant you to pump-" she slapped her hard ass loudly "-ME up!" and laughed at her own joke.
"You crazy bitch! Let me go!" He looked-up at her; she was almost 6'1" now, roughly as tall as he used to be. She effortlessly shoved him onto the floor, he scrambled to his feet and started backing away.
"Ooh! I'm not too shabby-looking for a crazy bitch, eh? Hee-hee! Check-out this killer ass!" she spun around and pointed her round, hard, muscle-packed derriere at his crotch teasingly. "It's my pride and joy; ain't it just mouth-wateringly squeezable?" Her glutes were each approaching the size of melon halves; and still getting bigger; her suit creaked as she kept growing unceasingly. Each bit of energy she sucked-out trebled in size and power as it swelled, solidified and bunched beneath her skin. "You could bounce a quarter off it!" She giggled and spun back to face him. She was amazed at how big she was becoming; she felt utterly supercharged and exhilarated by her new power.
Jake looked to PowerFemme.
"Help me!" He yelled to the massive woman standing about ten feet away. "Get her off me!"
PowerFemme pointed at him accusingly and put her hand on her hip. "Shut your face! You're part of the experiment now!" She felt a familiar desire for power starting to creep back into her. She quickly shook it off. Clenching her eyes shut, she whispered to herself "Self-control. Self-control."
Eileen continued her rapturous transformation nonetheless. "I think I just passed 6-foot 2, now I'm taller than you were! Didn't you say I was flat-chested?" She slowed the transfer down to a barely-perceptible crawl; grabbing him by the hair, she mashed her muscle-inflated H-cups across the side of his face. They were the size of overripe muskmelons. "Not a bad rack, huh? I can tell you're a 'breast man'. Go on, I know you men just love big boobs…" She shivered at the sensation of his face being ground against her chest, he struggled but couldn't get away. "Oooooooh... what do you think of them, honey? Here, let me give you a closer look!" She guided his mouth to cover her left nipple through her Kevlar outfit.
"Are these hooters BIG enough for ya?" Eyes registering fear, his mouth hard-against her muscle-firmed breasts, he could only respond by slobbering and making muffled terrified noises. She pulled his mouth away for a second to hear him plead with her.
"Stop it! Put me back the way I was, Eileen! Mmmph!" She smashed his mouth into her bosom again, painfully grinding his face across her magnificent bust.
"My name is UltraTigress!" She pulled his mouth away.
"Okay, UltraT-Tigress! Put me back the way I was!" The massive mountain of femuscle power halted and looked him right in the eye.
"I'll only give you your muscles back if you promise you'll stop hitting Amber." She said calmly.
"Okay, anything!"
"Promise me!" Eileen grumbled.
"I promise!"
"You promise me what?"
"I promise I'll stop hitting Amber!" Jake gasped.
"I don't believe you."
"I promise! I won't ever hurt her again! I promise!" "Do you regret what you did to her?"
"Yes! I do! I'm sorry!" Jake's voice sounded like he meant it, absolutely terrified.
"Can I trust you?"
"Yes. I swear to God. I won't ever hurt Amber ever again. I promise!"
"Glad to hear it. Now, you're going to tell that to Amber!" She picked him up and threw him into an adjoining room, where Amber was waiting, and slammed the door behind him. Jake lay flat on the floor and looked up at Amber who stood in the corner, her arms wrapped around her torso, slightly afraid. He painfully pushed himself upright, his thin arms hanging loosely in his shirtsleeves. He noted a white plaster cast on the young woman's wrist. Amber looked at him in amazement. "You mean it really worked? Look at you! You've shrunk!" She walked up to him cautiously. "You're smaller than I am!"
Jake swallowed. Indeed, UltraTigress had shrunk him to 5'6", and Amber was wearing 3" heels, accentuating the difference. His eyes didn't even come up to her nose. He tried to change the subject. "Listen, Amber, about the other night -- I'm really sorry. I was drinking, you know. I wasn't myself."
Amber's eyes watered. "You hurt me! And I thought you loved me!" She wiped her face on the back of her hand.
"Yeah, well I know, but ... I mean, I do love you."
She looked him up and down and snorted. "Yeah, well, it's too late now. I don't want you anymore. Just stay away from me, creep!" She spun on her heel. He caught her shoulder.
"No. Amber. Wait!"
"What do you want?!"
"You've got to help me."
"Help you?"
"This crazy friend of yours ... she's, uh, she's taking all my strength away. I don't know how, but she's gotta stop! You've got to tell her to give it back. I can't live being so weak."
Amber was still amazed. "So you're really as weak as you look?" Jake nodded. Amber peered at him more closely. "You've lost all your muscle? Let me see your arms." Embarrassed, Jake paused briefly, then decided to cooperate and pulled his loose sleeve higher up his arm, all the way to his shoulder. Amber stared at his smooth arms, with only a slight bulge at his biceps. She tentatively brought her hand to his upper arm and felt his biceps. "They ARE small. And totally soft too! You must be like, so weak."
"Yeah, that's what I was telling you. Please Amber, you've got to help me. How am I going to play football when I'm as weak as a girl!"
Amber smiled. "Even weaker, I'd say." She tightened her grip. "I bet I'm stronger than you now! I want to see how weak Eileen made you." She pulled down and Jake tilted to the side, stumbling. Then she pushed him and he fell backwards against the wall. "Wow!" She thought she'd never be able to do that to a guy!
Jake rubbed his shoulder where it hit the wall. "OK, Amber. You've proved it's real. Will you help me?"
"You mean, so you can play football again?" She kicked off her heels and noted with satisfaction that she was still an inch taller than he was.
"Yeah. It's really important Amber. I'm here on a scholarship, you know."
"Uh-huh. So like, you really have to be strong so you can run through the line and break tackles?" She bent down as she had seen Jake do at games and sprung forward at him, knocking him over sprawling on the floor. She stood up with her hands on her hips, laughing. "Yeah! You're much too weak to play with the boys now, Jake. You're even too weak to play with the girls!"
"Amber cut it out! That hurt." He slowly stood up. "Come on, give me a break. Don't take advantage of me now when I'm down."
"Why shouldn't I?" She flexed her biceps and squeezed the little bump that popped out of her arm. "They're not very big, but they're more than you have now, right?" He nodded. "And they're pretty firm, while yours are mushy."
"Yeah, ok. I admit you're stronger than me now. Come on, Amber. Don't make me talk about it again and again."
She nodded. "You're right. We don't have to talk about it if it bothers you." She stepped closer, her head inches away from his. "Actually, I've had enough talk from you." She grabbed his arm and twisted it, spinning him around and pushing it higher.
"Owww! Stop that!"
"Let's see you make me." Jake pulled at his arm, then bent down slightly to dig at her with his shoulder but Amber held his arm down so that he couldn't butt her with his shoulder without further straining it. "Oh you're so weak! This is great!"
Jake turned to face her. "Amber, you've proved your point, ok? What do you want me to say? You're really a lot stronger than me now. I --
She reached back and punched him in the face.
"Hey!!"
She hit him again, harder, brushing aside his ineffectual forearm block. His nose started to bleed.
"Amber! What are you doing?"
"Whatever I want. And you can't stop me! You can't do a thing about it, can you?" She hit him again in the cheek, then opened her hand and dragged her long fingernails down his face, opening three lines of scratches. "That's for beating the shit out of me!"
"Are you crazy?" He felt his face with his free hand. "I'm fucking bleeding all over! Let me go!"
She stuck out her leg and pulled him over it, tripping him, then jumped on him as he fell to the ground, pinning him easily. She held his arms down and covered them with her knees and looked down at him triumphantly.
"You're totally helpless." She punched him in the face again, hitting his nose three times until she heard it crack, shifting slightly to the side. "Look at that! I've broken it."
Jake started crying. "Don't do this to me. Please."
"What a baby! You're a weakling now, and you're turning into a sniveling little baby."
"I can't help it. I can't defend myself. Please stop. I'm begging you."
"Beg me more." She reached back and grabbed his balls. "You heard me. Beg me."
"I AM begging you. Oh Amber, Amber. Don't do that. It hurts so -- Aaaghh!"
"I could sit here and do this all day, but I guess you'd just pass out, wouldn't you." She squeezed again, heard his loud cry, and then he just whimpered. She sighed. "Oh all right. I'll stop." She stood up, leaving him on the floor. Get up. Get up already!"
He nodded, tried to stand, then fell again and finally, slowly stood up hunched over. He shuffled over to the wall to lean against it while pressing his hand to his nose to stop the bleeding. Breathing heavily, his mouth trembled. "Amber, I am so sorry. Really. I will never beat anyone up again. I promise. Please. Have mercy on me. Tell Eileen to give me my strength back. I promise I'll behave. I'll do whatever you tell me. Please. Don't let her leave me like this."
Amber laughed, then covered her mouth. "I'm sorry. I never thought I'd see the big, strong Jake looking so pathetic. Yeah, yeah. I'll talk to Eileen." She laughed again. "Sorry. I needed to do that, Jake. You understand don't you?"
He looked up at her. His eyes began to flash with anger, but then his face softened and he answered meekly, "Yeah, I guess so."
"Good. Wait here." She walked out, closing the door behind her. He heard Amber and Eileen laughing next door, and minutes later Amber opened the door and said, "You can go in there now." Jake limped back into the room, his arm twisted and bent, his face bloody from Amber's fists.
UltraTigress beamed. "Welllllll, Jakey. You didn't do so well against Amber this time, did you? It's tough being weak, isn't it?" He nodded. "So now you understand how girls feel about it? You won't take advantage of them, like you did before?" She folded her powerful arms in front of her, flexing them a few times for emphasis.
"I do. I promise I'll change."
"That's good. Then step over here. Take my hand." She looked over at Amber and added "Go on upstairs, now."
Jake complied and stood next to Eileen, as he heard Amber walk up the basement stairs. Back in her high-heels, UltraTigress towered half a foot taller than him, looking like a mountain. She smirked as she saw that the top of Jake's head was barely above the level of her huge bust; his hand seemed lost in hers. He grimly noted her huge muscles, which looked as though they could crush him in an instant. At least he was able to appease them. He was hurt, but soon he'd have his strength back, and then he would start healing. Maybe not soon enough to play this Saturday, but next week, against the Temple, he'd . . .
"I'm ready," she smiled.
He felt a shock and then his body shivered. What was happening? He felt her bust expand against him, her tits pushing him backwards as they rose in height, his face brushing against her growing chest. "Hey! What the -"
"I changed my mind." A sly grin crept across UltraTigress' face as she started shrinking Jake anew.
"What are you doing?" he shrieked. "You said you'd put me back the way I was!"
"Oooopsie!" the Amazonian programmer put her right fist on her hip and curled her left arm into an ultra-pumped, enormous bicep. "Did I? I guess I forgot to tell you, honey." She kissed its peak. "I can't. It's a one way street, babes. You give. I take. These muscles aren't ever going back to you, tee-hee! They're mine for good!" She stood there flexing one arm while adoringly rubbing the mountainous bicep with her free hand, it slowly but surely grew larger before her eyes. The stream of Jake's energy continued to flow into her, continuing to propel her already-titanic strength to new heights.
"Don't! Please stop. I don't know how you're doing this, but PLEASE stop!" Frantic, he dropped to his knees to beg. She could see his eyes tearing-up.
Eileen laughed at the pathetic sight of him. "Ha ha! The look on your face is just classic! But, where are my manners?" She turned to her mentor and pointed down at Jake. "You want some?" Jake saw the even more massive PowerFemme in the corner shaking her head and continuing to watch, scribbling in her notebook.
Eileen shrugged. "Suit yourself. More for me!" She looked down at Jake, put her fists on her hips and flexed her chest; she had to lean forward to see him over her breasts because they puffed-out so hugely. Her height broke 6'3. "Oh, Look! Look at how big I am compared to you hee-hee-hee! But I'm not done yet, not by a long-shot." She grabbed Jake by his shoulders and stood him onto his feet. "I wanna get even bigger… "
"No, please!" He shook his head, terrified. Tears rolled-down his sunken cheeks.
"OH yes. Much, much, much bigger!" Her voice had gotten deeper and more throaty, yet sexier. "I want to savor this… I want you to see me grow more. I want you to watch every millimeter of my growth knowing that I'm going to take EVERYTHING from you!" She rattled the wall-mirrors when she shouted.
"No, stop! STOP!" he pleaded desperately. "Look what you're doing to me! You're already too big!" He screamed in a frightened, child-like voice.
"Too big? Ha ha! You ain't seen nothing yet; a girl can NEVER be too big!" Lost in the ecstasy of her growth, she dropped Jake to the floor, put her arms behind her head and arched her back. A small ocean of hard muscles sprung from her abdomen. "Ooh, yeah! I only wish I could have given some of your strength to Amber. But then again, she didn't have any trouble slapping your wimpy ass around before. Just think what she'd do to you now!" she declared, twisting her torso from side to side, watching her stomach roll and gyrate with power as her suit creaked like a vast oaken door opening on ancient hinges. Her skin, which always had a light cocoa hue, became richer and radiant with vivacity. "Stop… stop…" he gasped and tried crawling away.
"Stop?" She asked, shutting down the transfer. She lifted him off the ground by the neck of his shirt without showing any effort at all. He was as light as a feather to her. Jake was shocked to see nothing but bones where his own normally-thick biceps should have been. "You didn't stop for Amber when she begged!" "I told her I was sorry!" "Fuck you! I was going to stop shrinking you after you apologized to Amber. She asked me to, but I made her change her mind. Between the two of us, you and me Jakey, she agreed I deserved to have your strength more than you did. So there it is. I know you feel bad. Getting weaker by the second, your strength, your vitality draining out of you, all flowing to me, making me stronger and stronger. Does it help at all to know how wonderful this is making me feel, being so strong? How happy and satisfied I am knowing that I'm making you weaker and weaker? Aren't you happy for me?" she taunted as he slumped, too weak to keep his back straight.
"Eileen? How are you feeling? Any side-effects?" asked PowerFemme. She began to look worried.
"Definitely! The more I take from this creep, the more I want to get even bigger!" She tensed her pecs and glared at her captive. "I wanna show stud-boy what a woman can look like, now that we've discovered the secret formula!" "Please, no. Leave me something at least." he pleaded. "You think I care what you want?" She nearly shouted at him and poked him in the temple. "I'm a Goddess now, honey! Like PowerFemme over there. You're nothing to me!" She laughed as she restarted sucking his power.
"Please no…" he gasped. "I can't stand… being so weak."
"I used to be weak- even for a girl. But you're utterly pathetic compared to what I was! Now you're as weak as a kitten!" As Jake slowly shriveled further he began to look like a famine victim, but yet Eileen's growth still continued unabated. Her height reached 6'5. The 'UltraTigress' across her chest stretched wider than Jake's shoulders. Her outfit was skin-tight, but continued to stretch.
"You're weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak!" She laughed. "But check out MY body! I've got muscles far bigger than any man! Each of my thighs must be more than 30 inches around now! Oh, I LOVE this!" As Jake's strength diminished, it became somewhat harder for her to transfer his energy; it was like sucking a thick milkshake through a straw. She stopped shrinking him and panted; the rush was overwhelming. "It's starting to get harder to take your strength. Your friend Kyle over there, he's still alive -- barely. I stopped taking his strength when I reached this point because I was starting to strain myself. I was going to stop here with you, too." She did a long, slow flex of her free arm, as if she was curling an enormous weight. She opened and closed her fist, watching the bicep peak ripple in response. "But he's not the one who beat up my friend. He just helped. You on the other hand ... you're the one I really hate. If I really made an effort, I bet I can use my power to make you even weaker than he is." Her voice turned suddenly perky. "Hey, let's do an experiment: let's see just how weak and puny you'll get before I stop growing, kay?"
He struggled to shake his head and plead for mercy, but it was becoming harder and harder for him even to breathe
"Good idea, huh? It'll be fun! I knew you'd agree, let's start now!" She grunted slightly as she started to channel his 'ch'i' into her body. PowerFemme could see that UltraTigress was rapacious. Predatory. Ravenous. Insatiable. Utterly unquenchable in her lust for more power.
"Stop it! You're ... destroying ... me! You're ... going ... to kill ... me!" He managed to gasp in a frightened, squeaky voice with what little breath he had.
"Am I? Yeah, I guess I am. Gee, I'm sure sorry." She mocked him, injecting yet more strength in her body with glee. "Hee-hee, you sounded like a little mouse when you talked! Oh, look at these legs!" She planted her high-heeled foot hard onto the floor, her thigh swelled-up to over 34 inches of solid muscle. She twisted her leg back and forth, making her striated, powerful cords dance and ripple. Her outfit made audible stretching noises. "Ooh, yeah! YEAH! YEAH!!!" Her six-inch stilettos made her 21" calves bulge-out obscenely large; they congealed into hard, defined, diamonds of strength as she applied a greater amount of pressure downwards. She halted the transfer again and posed like a stocking model. "Imagine: just ONE of these legs probably weighs three or four times as much as you do!" she marveled as she pivoted her foot up and down at the ankle, letting her calves pulse.
"Stop…" he gasped. With great effort, Jake lifted his stick-thin arms and tried to pry-off UltraTigress' grip. Amused at his ineffectual attempt to challenge her, the gorgeous, muscle-packed pillar of feminine strength smirked.
"Yeah, try and stop me, you wimp! This strength was yours before I took it, and now it's mine, all mine!!!" Grinning like a shark, she rubbed his face against her bosom. "Do you still think I'm flat-chested? What do you think of these puppies? Huh?"
UltraTigress compressed her muscle-inflated breasts across the side of his face, covering his nose and mouth. He couldn't breathe and made terrified, muffled noises. She took both hands and clutched him hard against her bosom. "Beg pardon? You think they're too small?" She laughed. "Frankly, I think so too! But we can fix that."
She guided his face to one of her nipples and forced his mouth over it. Eileen began to work her magic again, spasming with near-sexual delight as she channeled a big surge of his energy into her chest, giving her even more upper-body strength.
"Grow, baby! Get bigger!" looking down, she grinned with ecstasy she watched her breasts expand against his face. She pressed Jake against her harder; his arms flailed helplessly as he felt himself being crushed. Pausing her power for a second, she huffed and puffed to regain her breath. Pulling the deteriorating man's mouth from her chest, she growled hungrily. "My tits used to be so small, my last boyfriend offered to get me a boob-job!" Jake's eyes were as huge as saucers, his mouth hung painfully open; the size of Eileen's hillock-like breasts were astounding. With her finger, she traced the outline of her enormous endowments. Her bust measured at least 60 inches around. "Now look how huge they are!"
With a grunt, she forced another extra-large burst of Jake's shrinking energy pool into her chest again. "GRR!! BIGGER!" She shouted as her breasts grew-out, brushing against Jake's face once more. Her suit stretched as her bust expanded and her height reached 6' 7". "Ha ha! These are superboobs!"
With her free hand, UltraTigress plumped her new football helmet-sized assets; they swelled a single tantalizing inch from his face. The largest breasts he'd ever seen. "Ohhhh yeah! NO ONE'S got tits like these!" stroking her hand in circles, massaging her gigantic superboobs, she shivered erotically. Suddenly, she shoved his face into her deep, tight cleavage and once again, injected more of his power into her chest; he tried to scream, but his cries of horror came-out muffled as her chest bloated outwards and upwards by several more inches. "Bigger! BIGGER!" she screamed. Jake's feet were lifted higher off the ground as both UltraTigress grew and he shrank.
Each breast stuck-out a full foot in front of her like a curvaceous ledge. "Ooooh baby! That felt sooo good!" She greedily caressed and squeezed her growing endowments and panted. "Oh, I LOVE these tits! Each time they grow, it feels better than the last!" With one hand, she mashed his face farther into the top of her cleavage while twisting her nipple with her free hand. "What do you think of them, Jakey?!" She bellowed. "Are they BIG enough for ya now?! Ha ha!" She took another gulp of Jake's power and felt the unyielding twin globes of flesh on her chest expanding, inching outwards. His face was crammed ever-tighter into the massive gulch of her cleavage. Eileen breathed in and out, panting to catch her breath. "ARE THEY BIG ENOUGH?!"
PowerFemme spoke-up. "Um, UltraTigress? I think the transfer should wind-down soon." But Eileen was enraptured, seemingly oblivious to anything else but her own spurt of super-growth. She was totally absorbed in her desire to grow stronger; her face was glowing with an abundance of gleeful vitality.
"And check out these washboard abs!" Her voice turned very sultry as her breathing became shallow. She slid his face down, over the rock-hard bumps and ridges of her stomach. Her stomach was showing more definition than Jake had ever imagined was possible.
"Like my femuscle tummy? I sure do!" she glanced at PowerFemme defiantly "But I might be reaching the limits of what I can take from you." She sounded disappointed. "But it sure hasn't stopped yet has it, Jake? Tee-hee! Your reservoir of ch'i might be deeper than I thought. Good thing for me, huh? Let's see if I can't pump-up my growth a bit more?" She grunted as she began to concentrate harder. Her body trembled and swelled larger at a faster rate in response to her telekinetic ability. PowerFemme covered her mouth in bewilderment as Eileen started getting more and more aroused by her growth.
"Oh yeah! Yeah! Yeah! THAT is more like it! I'm getting super-strong! Whoo, baby!" She quivered as she felt herself expand in size and strength. "I'm stronger now than I could ever imagine! Except for PowerFemme, I must be the strongest woman on the planet, and I'm still getting stronger! I bet I could bench-press half a ton, while you- " she smiled grandly, showing a row of perfect teeth. "You're fading away. You couldn't lift a newspaper!" She devoured still more of his ch'i, adding inches of new muscle to her gigantic frame. "Ha-ha, correction… you probably couldn't lift a single page of a newspaper!" Jake was swimming in his comically oversized shirt; the expression on his face was the horrified look of someone who knew his life was being crushed irreparably but was absolutely powerless to stop it.
"And I got news for you: you can't eeeever grow muscle back again! Your ability to grow muscle cells just went straight to me! I want you to imagine: whenever I work out, I'll be packing-on even more muscle like nobody's business! All thanks to you, honey!"
"UltraTigress?" PowerFemme spoke-up. "This should have stopped by now. I really don't know why it's not… I don't know what may be happening to you… This could be dangerous." The doctor took another step forward and dropped her notes. The transfer looked like it was getting less efficient; Jake was starting to shrink disproportionately more than Eileen was growing.
"I don't care! It's not enough!" She growled at PowerFemme like a wild animal as Jake got thin enough for his clothes to fall off his body. Shaking Jake in her hand, she continued mocking him. "No matter how much exercise you do, you're going to be trapped in your weak, puny body! I can keep getting stronger every day, but for you, it's hopeless! Ooops, your pants just fell right off…" The tremendous UltraTigress was so caught-up in her growth that the doctor's words didn't even make an impact. She gleefully pointed at Jake's exposed crotch. "Just look at that teeny thing! It's about as big as a baby's thumb, only not quite as hard." she laughed. "You're a puny, pathetic, weak little worm! Ha, I take it back- I bet a worm has more muscle than you do. I'm so much, much bigger than you ever were! Bigger than you ever could be! And I'm not just strong; compared to ANY man, I'm super-strong!"
His own arms felt heavy and powerless; he tried to lift them with enormous effort, and could not even do that. He was four and a half feet tall; he almost felt as though his body was imploding in slow motion. His organs shriveled, his weakening heart struggled to circulate blood. His fingers and toes were numb, His arms and legs were like sticks with a thin coating of translucent gel where his once proud biceps, triceps and quads used to be. His limbs hung limp, his joints knobby, he was too weedy and fragile to budge them. Eileen was awash in bliss.
"I don't believe this." PowerFemme looked on in shock. "This shouldn't be happening!"
UltraTigress gleefully pounded her fist against her stomach with a sharp 'smack'! "Ha! I could rip you apart without even breaking a sweat, Jake! Ooh, look how pitiful you are! How PATHETIC you are! You're not even a man anymore! You're wimpier than the most total pencil-necked shrimp!" Her large, muscled breasts seemed to swell over the top of her tight outfit and into his face like some vast rising cake over-spilling its pan, but somehow they stayed restrained by her super-stretchy fabric. Her superboobs were now the size of large Christmas hams, backed by pectorals that were as thick as neurobiology textbooks; they stuck at least one and a half feet in front of her. She stroked her right breast with one hand, sensuously following its over-exaggerated curve over, around and down. "Hee-hee! I'm gonna turn every head now that I have these!" She gave her breast an extra-luscious squeeze and capriciously set his chin right on her cleavage, holding him off the ground using just her muscle-hardened breasts. His feet dangled at UltraTigress' mid-thigh level.
"Check THIS out!" Using a single finger, she poked his chin deeper into her cleavage while tensing her pectorals; the tops of her massive breasts pressed against his cheekbones, pinning him in place. "You'll NEVER recover from this! Not in a million years!" Still euphoric, she lifted both her arms behind her head, let her massive biceps swell against the sides of her face and let-out a wall-shaking holler "I'M ULTRATIGRESS!"
"Okay, UltraTigress, party's over. Enough is enough." Said PowerFemme authoritatively.
"No! I'm not done yet! I'm extracting everything I can!"
"NO, put him down. We still have work to do and you've grown enough."
"Fuck that!" she groaned and squinted down at Jake's still-shriveling body, his face wedged deeper between her huge, still-growing mounds. His eyes expressed he was begging her to stop but was too weak to even utter a noise. "Ungggg! I'm NOT done! There's more in there and I want it. I feel like I'm glowing with power, with his life force. Look at his dull eyes, his wispy hair. It's all going into ME!!! It's STILL not enough! I want to get even BIGGER!" She screamed. "Unnng! I'm STILL growing! And you're STILL shrinking into nothing!" Eileen laughed loudly. "I'm soaking up your remaining tissue and turning it into more muscle!"
"Stop, Eileen, you're getting carried away! We don't know what effect it'll have on you." PowerFemme was flabbergasted that UltraTigress was indeed still getting bigger. Her height hit 6-foot 9-inches and showed no sign of slowing. How was this possible? She definitely must be converting the remaining non-muscular tissues and neural synapses in Jake's body into consumable cellular energy somehow. The previous formula couldn't do that, this was unprecedented!

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PowerFemme Part 3b

PowerFemme Part III: Power-Lust: Never make Eileen mad...

By SeaRaven <mailto:fun_fellow@hotmail.com> and MarkNew

"Nnngggg! Make me BIGGER! Nnngggg! MAKE ME BIGGER!!" Eileen was straining to user her power in short, intense bursts over and over. Each burst made her visibly grow a tiny bit more but made Jake shrivel a lot more as the transfer became less and less efficient. Her brown eyes seemed to dazzle, looking deeply ahead, her black hair shone. Her skin glowed with new energy. Fists clenched, PowerFemme's lab assistant was looking down at what was left of the man lodged between her breasts, her face flushed and dripping with sweat and still blissfully caught-up in her transcendence towards becoming a Goddess. PowerFemme was a little frightened. What new powers was she gaining? What if she was becoming more powerful than PowerFemme? Jake was still barely conscious somehow and able to hear everything, his eyes hopelessly pleading her to stop.
"I'm STILL getting STRONGER! Nnggg!! You're weak like a little bug now!" Her breasts, each the size of a desktop globe, started to bulge over his eyes and ears. "Ha HA! I can't BELEIVE it! WHY hasn't it stopped yet?! Nngggggggg!" She screamed. "A strong wind could carry you away, you feel so light! Nngg!!! I'm STILL growing! Nngg!! It's STILL not stopping! If this keeps up, I'LL BE STRONGER THAN POWERFEMME!!" Under enormous mental strain, she threw both fists up to her temples, drawing-in every iota of Jake's residual cellular energy as she possibly could. He looked like a mere skeleton with skin. "I'm taking EVERYTHING! Ungggg! Still… growing!" Dangling from her chest, he looked as puny against her huge frame as did a lamprey on the body of a great white shark; only it was the shark that was consuming the body of the lamprey.
"Yeah! Yeah! Get bigger!! I'm getting SO strong! Ohhh God! I'm getting SO FUCKING STRONG! I'm super-mega-MEGA-STRONG! HA HA HA! AND FUCK! I'M STILL GETTING STRONGER! IT'S NOT STOPPING! AHAHAHAHA! I'M ABSORBING EVERYTHING IN YOUR BODY! NNGG!" She grunted. "I'm turning it ALL into even MORE MUSCLE! NO! NOT JUST MUSCLE! PURE POWER!!! Nngg!!" She yelled at him. Her suit creaked like it was going to explode right off her body, but it miraculously stayed intact.
"This can't be possible." Gasped PowerFemme. "Stop, Eileen! Control yourself!"
"NNNG! And you're still getting weaker! Ha! Ha! There's, like, NOTHING left of you, and I'm STILL getting bigger! NNNNGGGG!" she bellowed at Jake as she continued to gain strength, delirious in her own growth. His face was totally sealed in her massive cleavage now; only the top of his head stuck-out. "Where did you go, Jakie?" She laughed as she tousled his hair. PowerFemme watched with dismay as UltraTigress started to approach her own level of size and strength! "YOU'RE ALMOST ALL GONE! All that you were is part of ME!"
"For Chrissakes, Eileen! STOP!!!" PowerFemme yelled.
The now 6'11" Taiwanese amazon shook her head petulantly. "NO! UNGGGG! STILL… UNNNGGGGG!! GROWWWWWIIIIING!!!" The thicket of muscled cables snaking around UltraTigress' body continued to grow and harden unabated forming ever-deeper crevices, furrows and canals in her muscles. Despite her mentor's protests, her body expanded-out to even more gigantic proportions as Jake's body remnants dwindled towards oblivion.
With a monstrous roar, UltraTigress wailed "STILL!!! UNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!! GROWWWWWWWING!!! UNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGNNNNGGGGAAAAAAAANGGGGGGGGGG!!!" She unflexed her pecs and his face slid-out from between her breasts; he fell to the floor at her feet. She shuddered, screaming with rapture as she orgasmed massively then and there.
PowerFemme smacked UltraTigress in the side of the head- HARD, shocking the entranced woman out of her uncontrollable growth-rapture.
"Why the hell didn't you stop when I told you?!" She hollered at her lab assistant.
Eileen looked down at what was left of Jake and spat on him angrily.
"Fuck that!" She smiled wickedly at PowerFemme. "He deserved it, the fucking shit-for-brains woman-beater! Phew! What a rush!" She wiped her brow with the back of her hand and looked down at herself. She slid her hands down around her round, sculpted buttocks; utterly tremulous with power, they jutted from the back of her suit as the outfit groaaaaaaned and creaaaaaaaaked. A thick vein split both of her swollen, 24" biceps into neatly-defined halves. She was swimming in musculature. Every inch of her was piled high with bunches of thick, hard, trembling, glistening, powerful slabs.
Her enormous, 35" thighs and her 25" calves pulsated with rock-hard muscle, with every step she took. Her entire body was a titanic tower of turbo-charged, massive, enormous strength. Her outfit was so tight, it looked like it was painted-on. Her entire body was slathered with bulbs and knots and layers upon layers of the most dense, veined, striated, marbled muscle imaginable.
"OH, I'm stronger now than I ever dreamed I could be! And this is only the beginning!" UltraTigress began to flex her super-powered arms watching them bulge to outrageous size, caressing them with erotic fascination.
PowerFemme was still shivering with anger.
"I told you to stop! Don't you know how dangerous this could be?! Do NOT use your power again until we find out it's safe for you to do so. Hear me?" UltraTigress sneered.
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" PowerFemme screamed at Eileen. The message seemed to get through to UltraTigress this time, the newly-massive co-ed nodded petulantly.
"Good." PowerFemme took a long, deep breath. "You made that mess." She pointed at the shriveled figure on the floor. "You clean it up. Bring it to me in the lab. I'm going back to work." Turning on her stiletto-heel, she walked-up the stairs to her lab.
UltraTigress crossed her arms defiantly and looked-down disgustedly at the remains of Jake.
"This power is mine. I'll use it when I want to." She muttered bitterly to herself.
The next week, Manuxent General Hospital…
The two huge women walked-down the hall of the hospital. They were a pair of superamazons walking side-by-side. Their size and muscularity could not possibly be hidden by the oversized trench-coats they wore. Covered with bulging power, they were hard as steel, but outrageously feminine in all the right places. They were both trying their best to look inconspicuous.
An hour before, Amber had called the lab and asked them to meet her at the hospital. The hairline fracture on her wrist had healed and her cast had been taken off. Luckily, it was a late hour and the hospital only had a few bewildered people about to stare at the pair of them.
"I'll go up to the front desk. I think Amber should be in one of the waiting rooms." said Eileen casually.
"I'll wait here, if you don't mind. The night staff might think it unusual that two ladies like us would just stroll-in." PowerFemme leaned against the wall and crossed her arms. As she watched Eileen walk towards the reception desk, she felt a warm tingle. Something oddly familiar nearby.
She looked to the left and right. No one there, except Eileen. PowerFemme slowly stepped down the hallway a few yards, nervously looking around. She still felt the familiar tingle, stronger now. What could it be? Following her instinct, she gently picked one of the private rooms and nudged-open the door. Peeking into the hospital room, she started in surprise when she saw who it was lying prone in the bed.
No, it couldn't be! She remembered the night of her lab accident. In the Midgard gym, just before she walked-in to the shower room, she devoured the strength of a bodybuilder. He had just been bench-pressing and… Delilah grinned mischievously as the dizzy, power-lust feeling began to creep back into her. She shook her head- no! Not now! She struggled to regain control of herself, but the temptation slowly worked its way back into her. PowerFemme's body began to ache for more power. "Self control.. " She gasped to herself. "Must.." Breathe in. "Have..." Breathe out. "Self... " Breathe in. "Control!"
She opened the door all the way and walked-in. Sure enough, lying on the bed in front of her was the self-same person from whom she had taken strength in the Midgard College gymnasium some months before. She'd caught him while he was on the weight bench and drained him of as much energy as she possibly could. Now her body was positively screaming for more strength… "Self.." She strained to think straight. Bit by bit, she felt her ability to restrain herself slipping away. "ConNNNG!!!" With that final attempt at grasping onto sanity, she felt a new personality rush into her...
"Hewwo, widdle man!" She heard herself say in the most surprising playful voice she could imagine. His eyes shot-open. His face showed his surprise and horror when he realized who it was.
"My God, get away!" He shrieked.
"Oooh, poor baby. You've been doing some wigowous physical twaining, haven't you? It's been tough, but you've managed to get back some of the muscle that you lost." She plucked his chart from where it hung on the foot of his bed and glanced over it. "Well… Rob Fisher, It looks like that you'll be able to walk all on your vewwy own soon!" She mentally kept telling herself she couldn't be doing this... but it was like she was on autopilot!
"No! You're insane! Go away, please!"
"And according to this, they say that you got this way because of an unknown degenerative musculoskeletal disorder. But you and I know better, don't we?" She felt dizzy with excitement. Like it was Christmas, and every present imaginable lay before her.
"They didn't believe me when I told them about you!" He replied angrily. "They put me on antipsychotics because they thought I was delusional! And all of a sudden you come back? This is no delusion!"
"Delusion? No, call me PowerFemme. Notice anything different about me?" She struck a double-bicep pose, her body pumped-up beyond belief. Her pectoral-backed breasts strained the limits of her super-strong outfit like twin watermelons, stretching the gold POWERFEMME wider than ever. Her columnar thighs were covered with wide, thick cables of ropy, striated muscle. She stuck a foot out in front of her and pointed her toe downwards. Her thigh erupted with huge, chiseled powerful quads.
Her huge arms ebbed and fluttered with muscles as she clenched her fists; dozens of bulges leapt into prominence. She brought her arms up and slowly flexed her biceps. She let out a soft sigh as the hospitalized man watched her biceps slowly mushroom to massive proportions. She unbent her arms and flexed them again, the better to pump them up. Another sigh and another flex pumped-up bigger harder biceps. A fourth flex and moan of sexual delight made her arms mesmerizingly huge. She tightened her upper body while still in a bicep flex, causing her suit to pop as it tightened against her rippling, granite-hard muscles pushing outward. It looked like she was about to explode out of her outfit yet the super-strong material held-fast. She was a vision of pure power. The emaciated man gasped at her sheer size, unable to believe what he was seeing. "You might say I've been working-out since we last met. But I haven't been. You wanna know where these muscles came from?" He had a good idea. He didn't reply, but instead leaned forward to reach for the nurse-call button on the bedside table. "Nuh-uh! I don't think you need to bother her, baby." She snatched the table and pulled it out of his reach. Smiling, she pulled a steel chair next to the bed and tried to sit down in it. "Don't bother yelling for help either, the walls look soundproof to me." The chair's arms weren't nearly wide enough for her, and they bent wider as she squeezed her rear on it. It groaned and screeched as she lowered her massive bulk onto the seat and the metal arms splayed outwards. "Whoops, clumsy me." She sighed as she gripped both chair handles and bent them wide enough for her to sit comfortably.
"That's better. I think you need a little company. I know that sick people like to have visitors. Let's see now, according to your chart, it looks like that you're managed to get back about 20% of what your strength was in your prime. That's very impressive. You must have splendid genes for building muscle. Congratulations. Now let me think. That would make me about -- oh, I don't know -- about fifty times stronger than you? What do you think of that?"
"I don't want to think about it. Please just go away! You've already ruined my life!" "That's not very considerate. You'll never have visitors if you act like that. If you're not going to be nice, I think I'm going to have to take something away from you -- as a sort of payment for coming here to cheer you up. Now, I wonder what you have that I want." She looked down at her bulging arms and smiled. "Well, it worked the first time. Why not again?"
"No, please! Don't do it!! I can't bear to be any weaker." He shook his head and tried to burrow farther into his sheets for protection. "It's been so hard for me! Please go away now. You've done enough damage!" "Oh, but we should get to know each other again."
"You've taken my strength!" With great effort he lifted his stick-thin arm and pointed at her "Those muscles are mine!" he screamed hoarsely.
"They WERE yours. They're mine now, and I like them MUCH better on me."
"I worked-out for years to get them!"
"Yeah, I guess you did. I bet you were real proud of your muscles, too. You needed them for your athletic scholarship, right? And I bet you were probably popular among the ladies, you hot stud." She made a sympathetic pout and dragged her finger down the length of his skinny body. "You worked so hard for your body, slaving away in the gym day after day. Pumping away with the weights for hours and hours. I haven't worked-out one day in my life, but I’m stronger than any man could ever be. I’ve taken away all your best assets to boot. That's not fair, is it? But then why don't you take your muscles back, if they're yours?" She chuckled.
He stared at her, helplessly. "I don't know how you took them, so how can I get them back?!!" He clasped both hands together. "Please! You have to give my strength back to me! You just have to!!"
"Oh I do?!! She put her hand on her chest in mock surprise. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, honey -- that's not part of the game! It’s mine now, all mine! There's no way to give your muscles back. Unless, of course, you happen to be an expert in adaptogenic isotopes." She looked at his puzzled face and shook her head, sighing. "I guess you're not. Oh, but I just LOVE being so huge. Besides, you've got twenty percent of your strength back. That's plenty."
"Please don't hurt me?"
She rubbed her chin in thought. "Let's see. You're up to twenty percent of your old strength. I've always been good at math. So, if I were to take every ounce of strength from you, that would only make me two percent stronger or so. Hardly seems worth the effort for me to take it, does it?" He relaxed and looked up at her hopefully.
"Oh, but I nearly forgot!! I should tell you that a little while ago I injected myself with a serum that will triple every delicious little morsel of power I take from you. That means that you could increase my strength by as much as six percent. That's a bit more significant, wouldn't you say?"
"N-n-no! It's still nothing to you, but it's so much for me. P-p-please!" He stammered. PowerFemme got out of the chair and sat on the bed next to the shivering man who lay before her. "Tsk tsk, that's not very generous." She sidled closer to him, her super-tight workout outfit creaking as she moved. "In fact, I'm sure you didn't really mean it. You can spare a little muscle. You just don't realize it, do you? Let's take you down to nineteen percent of your former strength, just to see, ok?" Before he could utter a word in response, PowerFemme took a tiny sip of his strength, and shivered in pleasure as it was multiplied three-fold in her own body. OH BABY!
"No!" He screamed as he felt himself shrink a tiny bit.
"Ooooh! That's so nice! Even better than the last time I saw you!" She reeled from the sensation. The sense of strength overwhelmed her. She let her hands glide over, down, around and back up her breasts erotically. "Oh, that's more like it! A Goddess needs to be powerful!" "Please, don't! I can barely walk! I've worked so hard..." "Oh, but that's just the thing. You're a man. You get real results when you work out, while I'm just a girl! I need to be stronger to defend myself against all the big, strong men out there. And how am I going to get stronger? You know how it is, we girls lift weights, do our aerobics and all, and just get a tiny bit stronger, while you men get big and hard in no time at all. So, you understand, don't you? I just want to even things up a little." She shivered as she took a tiny bit more strength. "There, now you have about eighteen percent of your old strength left. That's still plenty for you, isn't it? And don't worry, I'm sure that if you work hard, one day you'll be on your feet again, even though it won't be for a little while at least."
"You're already so big! Why are you taking my muscle away?" he gasped. "I've never done anything to you."
"Well, I'm afraid that's just one of those things you men just don't understand. We women are choosy, and I've chosen you! Aren't you glad? Now, obviously you don't know what it feels like to absorb your muscle like this! Men always like to know it when they make a woman feel good, so I'll tell you. Every time I take a little bit of strength from you, it feels like a rush of energy rippling through me, making me tingle from the tips of my toes all the way up through my legs and body, down to my fingers and even my ears. I get warm and cold at the same time. Sometimes I even come! And that was before. Now, with this new formula I get an even more intense feeling as it gets multiplied again and again! And since we've done it together before, it makes it even better, more personal. It's sort of like old times, when I was weaker and you were stronger. I like to remember that, don't you?" "No! It's too painful. Please, don't go on like that. I don't want to hear it."
"Oh, you're such a joker. It's so nice to talk to you. It really makes it more meaningful than just taking strength from any stranger. You know, sometimes I just can't help myself…" She shivered again. "Oopsie, I just took a bit more… I think you're at seventeen percent now! You know it's so hard to stop, like having an open box of chocolates in front of me. Do you know what I mean?"
"Stop it! It's so unfair! I've got almost no muscle left again; won't you just leave me alone!" "But I can't resist you. You can't really see me get any bigger, can you? But oh, I can sure feel the tiny little jolts of your strength working their way through my body. Adding those eensy-weensy bits of your muscle to mine. But the effect on you is obvious. I bet you can't even sit up anymore, can you? Let's see." She pulled him forward, then watched as his body plopped back onto the pillows. "Nope! I was right."
"No, please give me my strength back! I'll do anything! Anything!"
"Aww poor baby. You were right on the edge there, almost able to get around on your own, and now you're stuck in bed again. How sad! It almost makes me feel a little bit guilty." She sighed. "But there's nothing I can do about it now, except stop taking your strength. But that’s no fun for me, is it? You know, talking about your strength is a bit depressing for me. I bet it is for you too! I'd rather talk about mine." She stood up and stretched. "What do you think?" she asked as she flexed her arms; they erupted and grew to an amazing height. The rest of her body showed an unbelievable display of rock-hard muscles bulging into vision. "Just look at me! The perfect picture of health! I've got muscles on my muscles, you see! And I'm so much taller than you, and so much stronger. So many, many times stronger! It's so much fun to be strong."
She stood-up off her metal chair and picked it up. Taking a leg in each hand, she began to push them together. It shrieked in protest as she began to twist and crush the steel chair into a useless shape. After wrapping two legs around each other, she dropped the metal to the floor as the hospitalized man gasped. PowerFemme grinned widely.
"I wasn't even trying, honey! It felt like I was crushing a paper cup."
"P-please… no."
"And you're so sweet -- your strength, that is -- I really can't resist you, you know." She moaned loudly with delight as she took a prolonged shot of his strength. "Oooh, look what I'm doing! You're down to sixteen… fifteen… fourteen percent all at once! Oh, God that felt good! This little ol' body of mine just keeps on growing and growing! I can't help myself!" He began to breathe a bit slower and slumped-back into his pillow. "Please… don't… no more…"
She deftly lifted him out of bed with one hand tucked under his armpit. "Don't beg, it'll just make me mad. I've never liked to listen to pleading. My, but you're light! Oh! I have something else to tell you. You know that big 'moan' I made just now. It was a really special one, a really special feeling. You know why?" "What are you talking about?"
She could hear the terror in his voice. PowerFemme leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear. "It's like a secret, something new from this new formula I told you about. Well, I should have told you about it earlier, but there's no time like the present. This is the big secret: no matter how much exercise you do, you'll never, ever be able to get any stronger."
"What?! No!" He was on the verge of panic.
"You know why? Well, I'm going to tell you because you've been so generous to me. I didn't just take your strength last time. I also took your ability to build muscle when you work out! Isn't that marvelous? It's so good for a girl to be able to do that!" She nodded, smiling as he looked-on in horror. She ran a finger down the ribs on his skinny chest. "And you've given me thrice your ability to convert protein into muscle, too. If I drink a protein shake, it'll just help me add even more strength."
"No! No!" He thrashed his head, unable to accept what he was hearing.
She shivered. "Ooopsie! It looks like I just took a teensy bit more muscle away from you just then. That'd reduce you to about twelve percent or so? Sorry about that, what WAS I thinking?" He gasped for breath and tried to shake his head, but he could barely hold it up. PowerFemme put the index finger of her free hand under his chin and lifted his face so she could look into his eyes.
"Of course I don't actually work out very often. As long as there are plenty of big, strong men around I can instantly get stronger any time I want to. In fact, there's no limit for how strong I can become! But if I do exercise, I'll build muscle three times as fast as you used to, and you were way above average even for men! Just think of what you've done for me! It's so, so sweet!" She nibbled away again at his dwindling strength.
"Ooopsie, it looks like I just took a teensy bit more muscle away from you. That'd reduce you to about eleven percent of your former strength or so? But I want you to know it felt really, really extra good. Now, where was I? Oh yes. If I ever do want to work out, why I'll just pile on more and more muscle, just like that!" She snapped her fingers. "But you, I'm afraid this is as strong as you can ever be."
"Look… what you're doing… to me!" He coughed.
"I can see what I'm doing to you! I've turned what little muscle you had into jello, but now they won't ever get any harder or bigger, will they? I’m sure it’s going to be frustrating for you. I can just imagine you laying in bed, not even strong enough to sit-up. You'll never get any stronger no matter how hard you try, but I'll just keep on pumping myself bigger and bigger in the gym. Maybe I’ll stop-by every now and then to show you how big I’m getting?"
He started, "Please… stop…" "What's that? I couldn't hear you. Did you say, 'you may as well take it all'? Awww! You're so generous! What a gentleman! Well, don't look now, but I think I just accidentally shrunk you down to ten percent strength, even before you offered!" She pursed her lips and said in a mockingly guilty-sounding voice "I'm sorry baby… I didn't mean to…"
"No… stop…"
"Well, let's make you have nine percent of your former strength, shall we?" She moaned again as she felt her body energize by another tiny fraction. "Oooh, there… that's much better, don't you think?"
"You.."
"Call me PowerFemme…" She kissed him on his forehead, savoring his strength.
"Power… Femme.." he panted. " Can't you just leave ... me ... enough to live? You're getting so strong."
"So strong?" The huge woman stroked the underside of her muscle-engorged breasts. She could see the fear welling inside him. "I guess so, stud." She winked sexily. "But you're gonna be weak for a long, looong time!"
"Please… stop…"
"Whoops! Don't look now, but I think I just accidentally shrunk you down to eight percent!"
"No… stop…" He felt himself growing faint.
"Oh, I'll just take a teensy bit more… Oooh, there… that's much better, don't you think?" She felt her suit tighten against her, ever so slightly as her head began to spin with intoxication. "Ooh! Your strength is dribbling away, so it can be with my big, powerful, WONDERFUL body. Your life-force is adding more strength to my huge, strong, MUSCLE-PACKED, body!"
"Power… Femme.." he gasped. "You're too strong…"
"Ha ha, I'm a GODDESS, baby! I'm the strongest woman in the world! She flexed her free arm as hard as she could, her bicep soaring into the air, laced with crisscrossing veins. PowerFemme focused on drawing-in what was left of his strength -- slowly. She giggled. "Mmmmmm... I already have SO much, and you have so little. I guess this is a little greedy of me. Oooh!" She shivered as she swallowed another draught of his c'hi and felt it blossom into several more ounces of diamond-hard muscle beneath her skin. "Every precious little bit of strength means so much to you now and hardly makes any difference at all to me." Sipping at his c'hi, she moaned again, gleefully poking his arms, noting that they were shriveling-up. "Hee-hee, your muscles were like jello a few seconds ago, and I'm even starting to take that away from you! If this keeps-up, you're going to be all skin and bones any minute now. It would be plain greedy of me to take more when you already have almost nothing left." Pausing, she pretended to mull-over the issue in her head. He looked at her pleadingly as she considered the matter. "Welllll… I guess I wouldn't mind just a little bit more."
"Stop! No! Please!" he begged as she started taking what little was left of him. He could feel his bodily tissues being consumed by this enormous, greedily parasitic woman. "No, no, no, no!" he whimpered, feeling the last of his muscle slowly dissolve from his body. His jaw hung limp; the muscles which moved it were no longer capable of exerting any force. His vital organs, however, retained the minimum amount of tissue he needed to stay alive and conscious. His muscle gone, PowerFemme began to avariciously devour his remaining non-muscular tissue.
"Aww, did the widdle, iddy, biddy girwie just take away mister muscle man's widdle biddy muscles?" She grunted as she wrung him for strength; PowerFemme held-up his arm and delightedly watched it shrivel into skin and bare bones. "Oh, she did, and now he doesn't have them any more! Twy as he may, he can't get them back." She giggled as she toyed with him, feeling the level of her power creep steadily upwards to reach new frontiers of strength as her body tripled his energy within her. "He can twy and twy with all his might. She's gonna have all the fun, and he's gonna be vewy, VEWWY puny and weak. Poor, poor widdle baby!"
He just fell limp in her hand, abandoning hope of escaping.
"Can the big stwong man even get one inch away fwom the widdle biddy girwie? No, I don't think he can! She wants him so much, all of him." She shivered with pleasure, still hungry for power. "All your muscle is gone, but I'm still getting stronger. Why is that, do you think?"
He gagged while trying to breathe.
"No, but good guess." She grunted slightly, applying more effort into her growth. "Oh, that felt nice! My new serum lets me convert what's left of your body into energy for mine. So I can shrink you even more than I did last time!" She grunted again. "Oh, it feels sooooo goooood. A Goddess needs to be all-powerful! But I'm feeling in a generous mood. If you ask, I'll stop. Want me to stop?"
He struggled to nod, but his head just pitched forward and hung limply.
"Really? You think I deserve to be even stronger?" Softly trilling in pleasure, she began to concentrate on sucking the few bits of tissue he had left. "You're such a gentleman!" She kept shrinking him, drinking-in every delicious ounce of energy she could. He was reduced as small as Jake was with Eileen. She started to strain at the effort it took to maintain the strength transfer while converting what was left of his body into energy she could add to her own.
"Ooh, come on, come ON!" Licking her lips, she trembled at the enormous strain she was under… straining to reach every delicious, energizing shred of energy she possibly could! "Mmmmm! More power! More power!" She couldn't control her ravenous appetite as his remaining tissues withered away. "Bigger! Mmmmmohhh, stronger!" She huffed and puffed. "Mmmmmmooohhhhh!! Bigger!! MMMMM! Ssssstronger!" She blurted breathlessly with each burst of energy she stole. With each burst, she felt her body grow mightier.
"OH! Come ON! GRRRRR!" She grit her teeth, absolutely delirious. "Gotta get stronger! GRRRR!!!! Gotta get STRONGER! I feel INVINCIBLE!" Her desire for more power swept her away. It was a need which overrode every other. Nothing else in the world mattered. "MMMM! GOTTA GET STRONGER!!" She felt him dry up in her hand like a rag doll, she clenched her teeth as she struggled to grasp what tiny bit was left. "MORE STRENGTH!" She grunted, struggling to convert any and all of his palpable remnants into energy. Fitfully, she cried-out. "MORE! C'MON! MORE! MORE! MORE!!!" The helpless man shrunk; he was beginning to resemble a shriveled, hairy fetus, but still PowerFemme howled "MORE! MOOORRRRE! MOOOORRRRE!!!" while shivering with ecstasy. "MORE POWER! INFINITE POWER!" She screamed just as she sensed that his energy was exhausted. He just lay there in her hand, crumpled. Still conscious, but utterly drained of every scrap of palpable energy. She dropped him on the bed and shook-off the wonderful tingling sensation still echoing through her just-bolstered physique. Rubbing her hands over her body she moaned loudly and kissed what was left of her latest meal on the forehead.
"Whoa! Look at me!" She purred giving her arm a test-squeeze, she could barely press a dimple into her biceps and triceps. "Rock solid! Mmmmm, just the way I like them! Great seeing you again, honey! Thanks for everything!" Blowing him a kiss, picking-up the twisted chair to leave as little evidence behind as possible, and feeling more energized than ever, PowerFemme quietly closed the door behind her. As soon as she left the room, Eileen had just arrived from down the hall; Amber was walking next to her looking to as small and frail as a child. They approached Delilah and Amber studied the enormous woman closely and noted the ruined steel chair in her hand.
"Shit! I think you look even bigger than the last time I saw you! What have you been eating?" Amber was open-mouthed, looking-up at PowerFemme, and then Eileen. Both women were two feet taller than she.
"Let's get out of here." Said Delilah, red-faced and panting from her power-rush.
"Did I just see you come out of that room?" Asked Eileen as they hurried towards the hospital exit. PowerFemme smiled enigmatically. "What's with the chair?"
"I was with an old friend." PowerFemme chuckled. "He, um, was just giving me a present." The three of them stepped through the sliding door, outside into the chilly air. Clearing her throat, Delilah said to her muscle-bound lab-assistant. "We have important work to do tonight at the lab. Not a moment to waste."
"I'll be there for sure." Eileen's eyes sparkled as she flashed her famous, million-dollar smile.
 
To be continued…

(The next installment won't be ready for a long time… but PowerFemme and UltraTigress will be back- bigger and better than before.)
Special thanks to John Holmvald <http://hem.passagen.se/hojo/FITNESS.HTM> for this picture!