MandyPART 1Here it is with proper formatting....Mandy was a sweet young girl of 16 when I first met her. She had moved to town with her mother after her dad had past of cancer only months before. She was a shy underdeveloped girl, hiding in comics and Sci-Fi novels. That was what made me introduce myself to her. I was a comic book nerd, always sketching superheroes in class. One day I got up the nerve to say hey.
At first, Mandy ignored my friendly greeting and continued reading her X-Men comic with her nose in the page. I waited a moment and wondered if she had heard me. Just then I looked at this girl and she fascinated me.
Mandy was no more than 5 feet tall and maybe weighed 105 lb soaking wet. But her face is what grabbed me. It was as if Stan Lee had drawn it himself. A feminine, yet strong jaw, perfect red lips, a cute button nose, and the sexiest eyes any man could dream of. With the exception of her slight eye liner, there was no make-up on her face. In order to see such beauty, I had to look past the shiny auburn hair that covered her face and her circular glasses. In the few moments it took me to look at her, she noticed me.
“What do you want?” Mandy said.
“Sorry. I could not stop myself. Hello, I sit next to you in art class and I noticed you reading a comic.”
“Yeah. So,” she said.
“Well, I was wondering... Would you like to be a part of my club,” I lied.
“Club?”
“Yes. My comic book club. I just started it a few week ago and still enrolling new members. We discuss characters and comic books every Friday. Would you like to join?”
She looked up and parted her hair to see me smiling back at her. My face was red and sweaty. “How many others are in your club?” she asked me.
“Oh, you are... actually the only one I have asked so far.”
I still believe to this day that I got a smirk out of her. “I guess that would be ok,” she said only to return to her comic.
“Great! We will meet in the art room after school on Friday and go from there.”
That Friday I waited for Mandy to show up but she never did. That whole weekend I replayed that moment over and over wondering if she was just trying to get rid of me or not. When I went to the arcade, I was thinking about her. When I went to the park, I was thinking about her. When I was eating, I was thinking about her. When I was crossing the street with my headphones in on my way to school on Monday, is was thinking about her.
Fortunately and unfortunately, when I was crossing the street, a water delivery truck driver was thinking about other things too. When he noticed me crossing the street, he swerved at the last second, but he still hit me. It threw me and his payload 20 ft. through the air and onto the sidewalk. I awoke in the hospital with bandages around my head. The doctor said that not only was I hit by the truck but the delivery of water was released and electrocuted me when it came into contact with my headphones. I was in the hospital and all my friends, all three of them, came and visited me. But I wanted to see Mandy.
After a week in the hospital, I was back at school and was now bitter toward Mandy. I avoided her as much as I could in art class, biology, and math. But I stole glances at her every now and again. Back then I told myself it was because I blamed her me getting hurt, but I know now it was to see if she ever looked at me. And then one day it all started with a simple little doodle.
I came into biology one day and saw Mandy sitting three rows down from my seat. Once again she was reading her comics. Instead of her usually large baggy sweatshirt, she was wearing a t-shirt. An Amazing Spiderman boys t-shirt. Being a fan of Spiderman and a hater of Mandy at the time, I took it as a low blow.
As the class started, I took out my sketch book and start to draw Mandy in that shirt. Mandy, with her stringy arms, legs, and body being over taken by the shirt. Mandy, with her skinny girl jeans, and her face. That face, even in the overly dramatic adolescent rage in my head, I began to draw her face in all its beauty. The nose, the mouth, and her sexy eyes. Perfectly shaded and almost a mirror of the real thing. When I was done with it, I was at first proud, then angry that she seemed to have this power over me. So I erased her stringy body and began drawing her slightly fat. Her shirt no longer hanging but being pushed out by a belly of gross fat. As I was drawing, my head began to feel hot and sweaty. I was in a zone of some sort until I heard Mandy scream.
When I looked up she was being laughed at by the other students. Her shirt looked like it had a small pillow stuffed in it at the stomach. When she tried to stand, she seemed to be overwhelmed by the weight of it. She tumbled to the floor with the students’ laughter growing louder. Mandy began to cry and ran out of the room.
My first thoughts where that she deserved it. My second thought was, how did that happen?
Mandy wasn't in school the next few days, making me feel guilty, as if I had done it to her. But I didn’t. That’s impossible I thought. When Mandy did come back I noticed she was back to wearing the baggy sweater and was even more hidden in her comic books.
I, for some reason, took it upon myself to see if she was alright. So after art class on a Friday, I invited her to my fake comic book club after school in the art room. She said she would be there, but I wasn't holding my breath. At least now I could feel better for not doing that to her.
I was again waiting in the art room on that Friday when the door opened and she slowly entered with a pile of comic books in her weak arms, balancing them on her slight stomach. She sat at the desk next to me and we began to talk about the difference between Marvel and DC comic until I let slip that I had missed her at the first meeting of the club.
She was helping her mom move her dad’s stuff out to the garage so her mother could finally get that fresh start they had moved here for. She add that she felt helpless because she could not carry many of the boxes because she was too weak. So a few still sat in an extra room in their house. She then goes on and tells me she was actually looking forward to the next meeting but heard that I was hit by a car and wondered if the club was still going.
I felt horrible, whining about how she missed one fake club meeting when she is still mourning her dad’s death. She was even worrying about me in the hospital, which she said she would have visit but had enough of hospitals to last her a life time.
That night I took it upon myself to draw her a picture. A picture of her as a strong superhero, lifting a heavy box in her arms. I was in that zone again, working away on her beautiful face. Then going over the details of her body.
Her arms were no longer weak but solid. No tone lines but still femininely strong. Her breasts were slight bigger, going from an A to maybe a B cup. Her stomach had one defined line down the middle leading to her healthy, curvy legs. When I was done, I found I was kind of turned on by the sight. Thinking of what it would be like to see Mandy actually like that. And then it happened.
The next day, Mandy comes running up to me in her baggy sweater and jeans, still 5 ft. tall but different. “Here, Mandy. I drew you a picture.” As I handed her the drawing, she grabs my hand. “Later. I need to show you something,” she said as she pulled me into the girls bathroom. Lucky it was empty and she locked the door.
I asked her what it is. She took off her sweater and revealing her upper body in nothing but a sports bra. It was actually like my drawing but better, this was real. Her body looked amazing. I couldn't stop looking at her sexy stomach and small but fuller breasts. She smiled at me as I looked at her body with lust and desire. “Mandy, you’re fucking hot!” I blurted out.
“I woke up like this,” she said. “I don’t know how it happened but it’s amazing. I even lifted those boxes to the garage before school.” She seemed even different in spirit somehow as she came closer to me. “I can see you like my body,” as she glanced down at my erection tenting my pants. “
Oh my god I am so sorry Mandy I just...”
“Don’t be sorry. I am flattered,” she said as she kissed me on the cheek. She put on her sweater and was beginning to leave the bathroom when I said, “What if this happens again to you?”
“I would enjoy every moment of it. I always wanted a superhero body.”
I went straight home after school and drew a second drawing of Mandy to confirm that for some reason this change in her was somehow my doing. The only thing I changed on Mandy this time was I gave her a sexy little four pack of abs.
Sure enough, Mandy had abs the next day. Her face was lit up with excitement as she flex and reflexed her new muscle for me in the girls bathroom. “Oh my god! This is so great. I don’t know what is happening but... Are you somehow doing this to me?” She asked.
I hesitated and then said no as fast as I could.
“Well whatever it is, I can’t wait to see what's next.” She was on to me and I didn't know if that was good or bad.
When Friday rolled around, she told me that we should have the club meeting at her house so she could show off her collection to me. When we entered her room, it was lined wall to wall with strong sexy superheroines like Ms. Marvel, She-Hulk, and Rogue.
We start to go through her comic book collection on her floor when she kisses me, and continues to kiss me. My hands roam her new body. Feeling the smooth curves and sensual tone of her abs.
“I need to ask you something, “ she said mid- kiss. “Am I sexy to you?”
“Oh my god yes,” I replied.
“What if I was even sexier for you?”
“How?”
“I know you can do something. You have some kind of power over my body because right after that doodle you drew of me fat in class, I immediately became chubby.” I look at her with guilty eyes. “I was only three rows away,” she said.
“And then right after the superhero drawing of me, I got this.” As she pointed to her body. My eyes examined my work. “I want to know how and if you could do it again.”
The cat was out of the bag. I began to tell her everything and how when I think and draw her my imagination becomes real.
Mandy then got up and sat on her bed. “Well what are you waiting for... Draw me.” Mandy began to strip in front of me, down to her sports bra, panties and socks. “I want breasts,” she said. “Bigger breasts and more muscles like She-Hulk.”
I was excited, so I did what she said. I grabbed my sketch book and began to draw. With every line I made I watched as her body morphed. Her body was red with heat. Her breasts went from a B to D cup, a full D cup. Dripping with sweat, her breasts were pushed up high by the sports bra creating a deep cleavage I couldn't wait to explore.
Her arms were not big but toned. Her biceps became a small softball, and were equal to her triceps and shoulders. Her stomach was now a chiseled six pack with defined edges, where her sweat tickled down to her now soaked white panties, hiding nothing from my imagination. Her legs where strong and large, like pillars holding here heart shaped rear.
She was moaning with pleasure, being turned on by herself and my ability. “I want you now,” she moaned. I laid her out on the bed, licking and kissing everything I could, working my way down to her wet pussy. I licked until she came.
“Now your turn,” she said as she flipped me and turned me on my back. My erection sticking straight up, all 7 inches of it as she sucked. She pulled, licked, and rubbed it with such lust. I came in only a few minutes.
She wanted more.
She said to make her even sexier. A fantasy. “I want you to think of the sexiest thing you can do to this body.”
I got off the bed and began to stare at the blank sketch book page as an image began to form in my mind. “Oh my goooooooooood,” Mandy moaned. With the page still blank, she began to become that image in my head. I didn't need to draw her, but focus on my imagination.
“Keep going. I like it. Keep going, more, more!” Mandy had grown to 5’ 8” tall, her chest was heaving and growing, larger and larger by the second. Her arms were now bigger than mine and solid with muscle. Her stomach, her abs, rippled with an eight pack, shredding her mid-section. The sports bra was at its limits, now seeing her under boob growing until the bra had ripped, revealing her triple D breasts and pointed nipples. Her panties ripped apart as her hips curved out more to support her growing figure.
When it was over my dick was rock hard just from the sight in front of me. “Fuck me now!” She pulled me underneath her and began to ride me.
I was curious on the effects my powers could have on me and that’s when Mandy got a surprise. “Oh, oh, oh god, is your dick growing,” she wailed in pleasure. She slides me out and encounters a 10 inch whale of a penis.
“Oh boy, you're huge... Don’t stop now make me better,” she said sliding me back in.
With that permission, I told her I would make her hard and strong everywhere until her body couldn't take it anymore. I started with her vagina. It began to slightly squeeze my penis. Form fitting it into place. Her breast began to grow again not so much in size but in the pressure behind it. They were filling up, becoming bigger and harder and more sensitive. Her arms were growing bigger and bigger, her thighs grew stronger and stronger. Then I focused my energy on her stomach. With each pump of my penis, it would flex and contract as if she was doing a thousand sit ups. Veins began to crawl up her abs. Pumping blood to each section and when that section was full it would create another section and another. It went from an eight pack, to a ten pack to a twelve pack to a fourteen pack, to sixteen pack.
She was in shear ecstasy. Moaning “More, more, I want more. Oh god, pump me with more.” Her breast were pumping blood and straight to her nipples, making them harder and harder. I sucked on them and massaged them with my hands. I then pulled out and began to tit fuck her smashing, and munching her breast, surrounding my penis with her flesh. It was now long enough that she was giving me head while I was doing this. Her abs where hot and red. I slide my dick in between the washboards and rubbed and rubbed. Her body couldn't take it. It was too much power, to much pleasure. I saw her scream as she came over, and over.
I decide to increase it one more time. I slide my dick back in and began to think. Her breast grew to GG and squirted everywhere, her abs creaked and moved to make room for more. And her arms were as big as my thighs now.
“I can’t, go much, longer, I need to, stop, oh, god, yes, yes, yes.” She was in so much pleasure she was silently screaming. I came second later and returned both of us to our normalish selves.
As we lay there on her bed. I could stop looking at the beautiful face of hers. “The one thing I could never change Mandy is your face,” I said, “it’s perfect just the way it is.
Mandy leans over me and kisses me, “Same time next Friday.”
To be continued>>>
[PART 2 follows...]____________________________________
Wow! 
Thank you for taking the time to do that. Looks a thousand times better. I have been busy and haven't had a chance to do it myself. I know it was bugging people.
Excellent work Hatour! 
