Author: [ericf989] Giant Gym | #GTS | #WIP

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Here's my story, so far!  Please give Karma if you like it!                

Giant Gym
by ericf989
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Amanda Seyfried's alarm clock went off.  She remembered not to use her full strength just in time to avoid crushing it like an eggshell. 

Only a few months ago, she was a typical skinny blonde starlet in Hollywood.  But all that changed when she discovered that super-steroid formula.  She had been researching ways to improve her strength for a strenuous action movie shoot.

Biological science had been a hobby of hers, since high school.   So she audited a biology class for access to a lab to pursue her research. 

A few months later, she had what she was searching for:  a super-steroid that would help her build muscle fast, in time for her film project.

Not only was she able to build muscle fast, by following her trainer's program.  But by eating the higher than normal amount of calories for her to build up her muscles, she found she grew taller and gave her muscle growth spurts!

From research,  and trial and error, she determined how much food would give her a growth boost and how much would maintain her enormous size and muscles.  At her current height of twenty five feet, she simply couldn't afford to grow any further.  She wished she could have figured it out, sooner.  Though she never regretted the rush of size, power and strength that came with each new power boost!

As if to remind her of this, she sleepily bounced her head off the top of the bathroom door, leaving an Amanda-head sized dent.  She considered herself lucky.  She could have accidentally plowed her head right through the ceiling!  She made a mental note to mention her accident to the contractors who were renovating her house, making it "giant-friendly".

She turned her vast shoulders and entered the bathroom sideways.  It had been months since she could fit through any doorway normally.

She kneeled on the bathroom floor.  But the mirror above the sink was still below her eye-level.  She hunched down,  gingerly placing her hands on each side of her bathroom sink.  With her almost unlimited strength, she constantly had to remind herself not to break everything she touched.
 
She gazed in the mirror.   She saw her gorgeous green eyes, long golden mane of straight hair  and super-model face.    A powerful barrel-shaped neck supported her head, which was framed by her enormous traps, far wider than the mirror, sloping two feet above her head!  Her delts, the size of prize-pumpkins, adorned her vast shoulders, thirteen feet wide!

She sighed.  Thankfully, her assistant was at least able to get Amanda a showerhead on the end of a flexible hose, making the task slightly easier.

Finishing her toilet, she carefully stepped into her cramped shower.  She folded her enormous body as best she could as she took her shower.  She carefully picked up the showerhead.  Even at this casual movement, her enormous bicep grew and almost hit her in the head!  She'd had much painful experience battling her titanic muscles during the past few months.

Every movement caused a riot of rippling muscle to cascade all over her body, from her dinner-plate pecs, to her 10-pack (each abdominal as big as an orange), to her enormous, jutting obliques, each as solid as stone, to her barn-door shaming lats, to her barrel-sized quads, to her calves, each easily big enough to be seen from the front.  As she slowly and carefully turned, her blonde hair whipped at her mountrain-range of a back.  Compared with her endlessly wide back, her long, golden locks seemed very small and soon was lost from sight, among her enormous back muscles.

After her shower, she went to her bedroom and started dressing.  She'd had to have all her clothes tailored, now.  Even so, all her clothes seemed to fit like a tarp!

She walked to the kitchen, careful to step as lightly as she could.  Still, with every step she took, the floor rumbled.

Entering the kitchen, she grabbed enough plates for a dinner party.  She placed them on the kitchen table and started heaping enormous amounts of food on each one!  She still couldn't get over the fact that this was just her breakfast!  And the fact that this was just the bare minimum amount required to maintain her herculean physique.

She thought about her day.  She had just enough time for a workout at her gym, then her film shoot, which would last the rest of the day.
 
She couldn't wait to get to the gym she owned,  Giant Gym!  Giant, because she  modified it to accomodate Huge girls like her!  Wide enough doors, big enough weights, large enough locker room and showers!  Everything in the building was giant-sized!  Lastly, Giant, because unless you were at least ten feet tall, an employee or guest, it was off-limits!   It was Paradise!

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Let me know what you think!  Please give Karma, if you like!

VERY interesting beginning and I'd love to see where this goes.  Hopefully with Amanda lifting giant-sized weights! :-)

That's a good idea!  Ill have to add a scene like that.  You can read what I have so far in the regular story, giant Gym, which is up, now!  Enjoy!   

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After the success of her super-steroid, she started giving it to select celebrity and model friends.  She told them how much to eat to get the physique and stature they desired.  The rest was up to them.  Soon, more than a dozen starlets and models were seen sporting gigantic physiques!  By unspoken agreement among the girls, no one rivaled Amanda's enormous muscles and height, however.  Giant Gym was soon purchased by Amanda to accomodate the huge girls, whose own gyms simply weren't up to the task of maintaining their enormous muscles.

A media frenzy soon followed.  Film, tv, and modelling projects had to be re-worked, to accomodate the now gigantic women.  Popular culture was changing.  Jennifer Connelly recently appeared as a guest on a late-night talk show, promoting her new "She-Hulk" film. 

The host was astounded, when Jennifer bounded to the stage, complete with her green "She-Hulk" makeup.  The enormously muscled, 10' tall actress then proceeded to perform a few mind-blowing bodybuilder poses, delighting the audience, who applauded enthusiastically.  Each bodypart she flexed grew to gigantic proportions in front of their eyes!  Finally, she performed a "most-muscular" pose.  Her muscles grew so big, they threatened to explode out of her small tube-top.  Relaxing her flex, she turned and sat down next to the host, who tried to recover from this awesome display of feminine might the best he could.

It was Paris Fashion Week.  The fashion press settled in to watch the performance on the catwalk.  Loud music began to play.  Suddenly, a distant rumbling was heard and felt by the audience.  The sound could be easily be heard over the loud thumping music, steadily getting louder.  At the far end of the catwalk, an enormous figure appeared.

Candice Swanepoel walked down the catwalk, her bare feet causing the rumbling.   It was easier than trying to find footwear that could withstand her vast, muscled bulk.  Wearing the latest fashion, her clothes threatened to tear off her enormous, 15' tall body at every step, every striation and bulge of her powerful muscles easily visible through the fabric.

Halfway down the catwalk, her body spasmed, stopping her with a lurch.  With awful clarity, she realized she shouldn't have had that "light snack" before going onstage.  Turning back toward the exit, her clothes exploded off her body, as every muscle grew before the audiences' eyes!  She noticed the floor rapidly moving away from her!  She was also growing taller!  Halfway between the orgasmic feeling of her powerful growth and the realization she desperately needed to exit the stage, she bounded off the catwalk, causing a mini-earthquake in her wake.  Lost in her flight was the sound of the thunderous applause of the enraptured audience. 

Panting backstage, she produced a 100' tape measure for just such occasions.  She chuckled as she read the inscription on its front:  "From Amanda".  She had just gained three feet in height!  Bringing her hugely muscled arms in front of her, she flexed her biceps, experimentally.  They grew frighteningly large, far larger than they had been, earlier that day, almost hitting her face.  "I wonder how strong I am, now?", she thought.  She smiled.

Megan Fox grimaced, sweat dripping off her gorgeous face as she lifted a huge, fully-loaded weight bar and pressed it skyward on the benchpress.  The email she received from Amanda  after she took the super-steroid gave her a diet and exercise plan, and Megan wasted no time getting with the program.  She was gaining muscle easily, going from a model-thin 5'4", to 15' of enormous, bulging wall of muscle, all in a few weeks!  After taking the super-steroid, she was to eat vast quantities of food and lift as much weight as she could. 

Suddenly, her body spasmed!  Involuntarily, she threw the weight bar at the ceiling.  It was suddenly as light as a feather!  It sailed up, crashing through the ceiling like a bullet!  She crashed to the floor and curled into a fetal position.  Her body lengthened, adding pound upon pound of gigantic muscles!  She felt her new power and increasing height.  She was in pure bliss!  The feeling never got old!  Suddenly, the weight bar fell back though the newly-made hole in the ceiling, dropping directly on top of her!  Eyes closed, she felt as if a cobweb had just fallen on her.  She brushed it off as if it were a piece of paper!  She opened her eyes, surveying the scene.
She saw her gigantic, barrel-shaped legs, far longer than before, then the mangled weight bar, weights strewn everywhere.  Getting up off the floor, she spied her 100' measuring tape.  Slightly unsteady at her new height, she measured herself.  She was 17' tall!  Alarmed by the crash, the gym rats had all gathered around her, dumbfounded at her new height and huge, bulging muscles!  She easily spotted the gym owner among the much shorter crowd.  He came toward her wordlessly, concern on his face.  "I'll cover the damage, Joe.  My bad!".  She noticed her voice sounded even huskier and commanding than before.  "I've put off visiting Giant Gym for too long," she thought.  After making arrangements to pay for the damage, Megan stepped into the cool night air.  Gazing at the full, round moon in the clear sky, she turned her herculean body toward Giant Gym and leapt into the air!
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Amanda smiled as she stepped outside into the morning California sun.  A few months ago, she would have waited for a limo.  She giggled as she turned in the direction of Giant Gym.  Then she bent her powerful legs and leapt in the air, her gym bag over her pumpkin-sized shoulder and her enormous shadow following her as she gained altitude.

Her giggle soon turned into a full-throated laugh, as she barreled through the air, toward Giant Gym.  It felt like flying!  She thought of Melissa Benoist, who at 20' in height, couldn't use the flying harness for her flying scenes during "Supergirl" production, because of her enormous weight.  The crew worked around this problem, however, when they noticed how high she could jump.
After some practice, Amanda found she could leap a mile in the air and could easily travel anywhere in minutes!  Sighting Giant Gym, she expertly landed at the front door, startling several pedestrians.

She smiled at the thought of her workout and more importantly, meeting her celebrity friends.  Normally, there were always at least a few working out there, at any given time.  She made sure it was open 24/7, due to their erratic schedules.

She bent her titanic body and ducked in the large 10' tall door, without having to turn sideways.  She grinned at the thought, and looked for her friends.
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Amanda walked to the front desk.  Her gym manager, Eddie smiled and greeted her.  "Hey, Ms. Seyfried!  Glad to see you!  Ready for a workout?".  Amanda smiled back, waving an enormously muscular arm.  "Absolutely, Eddie!  The sooner, the better!".  She swiped her membership card at the reader and headed for the changing rooms.

After changing into her workout gear from her gym bag, she walked to the gym floor.  She saw Candice Swanepoel pushing a leg press weight the size of a large car.  The 18' tall blonde behemoth smiled and nodded at Amanda.  "Recovered from your spill in Paris, I see," teased Amanda.  Candice stuck her tongue at her in reply.  Laughing, Amanda walked up to the cable pulldown machine.  She adjusted it to her gigantic height and gripped the cables.  Her enormous 13' long lats unfolding like wings, she began her set.

Amanda turned to Candice, noticing her gray sports bra with the pink initials "S.S.G"  written on it.  "What does that mean?", asked Amanda, her gigantic, muscled arm pointing at Candices' sports bra.  Candice giggled, causing her enormous chest muscles to ripple along her titanic body.  "Oh, it means "Super Steroid Girls"!  Do you like it?".  She grinned like she just won first prize.  "I love it!", said Amanda.  "I'll make sure all the girls get one!"  "Great idea, Amanda!, said Candice.    "It'll help make our group seem a little more official!". 
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"Give me the remote!", Megan Fox's commanding voice boomed, easily audible throughout the vast gym.  She grabbed the tv remote control and changed the channel.  The large flat-screen tv above the workout machines showed a "Breaking News" banner on the bottom of the screen.  The male news announcer said, "This just in.  A government organization called "Task Force-7 has been formed to counter the potential threat caused by the Super-Steroid Girls."

A square-faced man appeared on the screen.  He had a crew-cut haircut.  His hair was black, greying at the temples, with a Hitler mustache.  At the bottom of the screen, the name Task Force-7 Director Hannibal Thorne appeared.  He barked, "Those girls are a menace!  They could cause untold damage!  They must be brought under control!".  "Isn't Task Force-7 a law ENFORCEMENT agency?  asked the female reporter.  "Which laws have they broken, Director?".  He shouted, "We have to be ready in case they DO, for the public's safety!  The reporter appeared on the screen.  "For reaction from the Super-Steroid Girls, we go live to super-model Marisa Miller."

A pair of enormous, muscled bare legs appeared on the screen.  They twitched with immeasurable power.  The figure was barefoot, with painted toenails.  Huge calves, easily seen from the front, peeked from the behind the shins.  The camera panned up, passing a tight pair of denim shorts, barely covering the legs.  Continuing, a gigantic torso came into view.  a 10-pack was on display, with abdominals as big as oranges.  Then, massive, rock-solid obliques.  Barely covering her huge, dinner-plate pecs and enormous chest, a gray sports-bra appeared, with the pink letters "S.S.G.".  Pumpkin-sized delts capped her shoulders, which were an astounding 11' wide!  She had a wide, barrel-shaped neck, which sloped into titanic traps.  Traps that were a bit higher than her head!  Her long blonde hair danced as she tried to control her temper.  Her hazel eyes glared down at the 6'3" female reporter, who gave her a microphone. 

"We are law-abiding citizens!", she growled.  "Why was Task Force-7 created?  Just to harass us?"  From her colossal 20' height, Marisa remembered herself, just in time to avoid crushing the microphone like a piece of paper.  "Do you deny the fact that you and your fellow Super-Steroid Girls have the power to cause massive destruction and loss of life anytime you wish?"  The reporter seemed unfazed as the Blonde Behemoth unconsciously clenched her great fist, all of her gigantic muscles twitching, barely in check.   Luckily, it was not the hand holding the microphone, she noticed.

"We would NEVER hurt anyone and we NEVER have!", she said with conviction.  "Task Force-7 is completely unneccesary.  The public have nothing to fear from us!"  "What are you doing to MAKE TF-7 unneccesary, Ms. Miller?", the reporter asked.  "Whatever we have to...", replied Marisa, deep in thought, her huge chest heaving from her recent discomfort.
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"We haven't done anything to deserve this!", Megan Fox roared,  unconsciously crushing the remote control in her giant fingers to dust.  "Megan!", Amanda Seyfried scolded, pointing an enormously muscled arm at the dust in Megan's fingers that was the remote control.  "Hold on a sec!"  Amanda held up a large finger to silence Megan, as she awkwardly used her stylus to manipulate her smartphone.  The time had long since passed, when she could ever hope to use her actual, gigantic, muscular fingers with her smartphone again.  So annoying!

Amanda read the short text on her smartphone, "We need to talk.  OMW to G.Gym, now.  -Marisa".  Walking back from putting the remote dust in the nearest wastebasket, Megan walked up to Amanda, every step made a low-rumbling sound, similar to an earthquake.  The huge gym equipment did not bounce around, only due to the sturdy bolts fastening it to the cement floor, but the floor still shook, just the same.

"What was that about?", asked Megan.  "Oh, Marisa was upset about the Task Force-7 announcement," replied Amanda, frowning.  "She coming over to talk about it."  Nodding, Megan turned toward the booming sound, coming from the sidewalk outside the gym.  Marisa Miller, bent down and hunched her enormous, muscled bulk over , entered the 10' tall entrance to Giant Gym.  "What are we gonna do about Task Force-7", Marisa asked, concern on her gorgeous face.
Amanda had just opened her mouth to speak.  Suddenly, several loud booms were heard out side the gym.  Several enormously muscular, giant women appeared.   Some hunched over, some just walked through the entrance.  "We heard the news", said Melissa Benoist, her gigantic, 20' tall hugely muscled body, clad only in shorts and a gray "S.S.G" sports bra.  How can we help?".  Her long, light brown hair whipped over her 11' wide, colossal back.

-To Be Continued

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Loved it. Amanda and Megan are two of my Hollywood crushes so to picture them as hyper muscular is heaven for me. Not sure how the height element will go down . I have an upper limit of 8 feet and I get told that is too much. Cool start though.

[ericf989]

I'm glad you liked it & Amanda & Megan being in it!  They are two of the hottest actresses in Hollywood, imo.

Normally I don't do the giant-thing either.  But I based the story on my morphs, some of which are giantess comparisons.  So, I figured, why not write a story around them?  Their heights will range from 10'-25'.  And no higher, if that helps.  The taller they are, the stronger they are.  But even the 10' ones are VERY strong!

The height factor is an adjective, like their enormous muscularity.  The story won't center around it.

I'm glad you liked it!   

[ericf989]

Continuing where we left off.  If you like this story, please give Karma!  On with the show!   

Amanda held up her smartphone, careful not to accidentally crush it.  A police scanner app was visible.  "There's a robbery at 5th and Foster.  Take two and check it out.  We're going to prove to L.A. that we're the good guys!"  Melissa nodded, picked two giant, muscular women to accompany her and rushed to the exit, bare feet rumbling on the floor.  A great sonic boom was heard as they leapt into the air, toward the bank.
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Landing in front of the bank, Melissa Benoist and her friends Jennifer Connelly and Kate Upton surveyed the scene.  Behind the glass doors were frightened bank customers, dropping their wallets and purses into a bag held by a ski-masked robber.  Another robber held an assault rifle at a bank teller, who was behind her counter.  A third robber held a bag near the teller, shaking it in agitation. 

Finding the front door locked, Melissa broke it as if it were cardboard.  Then her form blurred as she ran toward the robber with the bank teller.  The robber turned and shot Melissa with his assault rifle!  The bullets bounced off harmlessly.  She ran up to him, bare feet rumbling on the floor.  Then she punched him.  She used just enough strength to knock him out, not hurt him.

Turning to check on her friends, she found Jennifer and Kate with the other two robbers unconscious at their feet.  "Get these people out of here!", Melissa barked.  Jennifer rushed to the bank customers, scooping two of them in her arms as if they were matchsticks and ran outside.  Kate followed suit, carrying two more.   Sirens wailed in the distance.  "Damn!  I'm bullet-proof!", Melissa thought, smiling and looking down at herself while flexing her enormous muscles.

Landing at the apartment building with Gal Gadot and Margot Robbie,  Amanda Seyfried saw smoke billowing out of the windows.  Fire licked the insides.  "My baby's in there!", a woman shouted at Amanda.  A child wailing sounded from the second floor apartment.  "Don't worry.  We'll get her safe!", said Amanda, as they rushed into the building.  She turned her enormous 13' muscled back sideways and ducked inside.

Fire was everywhere!  It should be burning her, but she felt nothing.  She looked at her gigantic arm, enormous bicep pulsing with power.  No burns at all!  She saw dark smoke wafting all around, but she had no trouble breathing!  She had an idea.  She sucked air into her mighty lungs, her huge chest heaving and blew at the fire, instantly dousing it with ice crystals!  "Cool!", she thought.  She glanced at Gal, and Margot, who were all looking at each other, eyes wide.  "Go!" shouted Amanda.  They bounded off to look for other apartment occupants.  Amanda lifted a fallen support beam barring her path as if it were a matchstick and proceeded up the stairs.  She burst into the apartment door.  An unconscious small girl lay on the floor, her face covered by her long brown hair.  Amanda eyed the window, then grabbed the child, clutching her to her gigantic, muscled chest.  She jumped out of the window, landing on the sidewalk.  Gal and Margot were talking to two apartment fire victims they had just rescued.  Her mother ran up to her, sobbing with relief as Amanda handed the child to her.  Amanda considered her new-found powers.  She needed to talk to the other girls about this.

Candice Swanepoel landed at the convenience store with Marisa Miller and Helena Christensen.  The super-models (in more ways than one), looked around.  Realizing only one of them could get inside, since they were so gigantic, Candice barked, "I'll go!".  She was the "smallest", at 18' of enormous, muscled bulk (the others were marginally taller, at 20' each).

Candice ducked into the convenience store door, looking around.  Inside were two masked robbers.  One held a shotgun at the clerk.  The other had a pistol and was on lookout.  Candice rushed at the robber with the pistol, her body a sudden blur.  Grabbing the pistol, she crushed it in one giant hand as if it were a piece of paper.  She knocked him out cold with the other.  Turning, the robber with the shotgun fired at Candice.  Wincing, she looked down at her gigantic, heaving muscular chest.  No wound at all!  Flashing a menacing grin, her body blurred again as she punched the robber unconscious with an enormous fist.

Looking at the convenience door with worry, Marisa and Helena heard the shotgun blast.  Seconds later, Candices' huge bulk was seen ducking through the door.  "What happened?", asked Marisa, her titanic muscles twitching.  "I took care of it", said Candice.  "It was easy!"  She smiled.  "What about that shotgun blast we heard?", asked Helena, frowning.  Oh, they shot me before I knocked them out," said Candice.  The girls examined her closely, looking for a wound.  "They didn't hurt me at all!," she explained.  "Wait.  You were shot and weren't hurt at all?", asked Helena.  "Nope, not a scratch!", said Candice, smiling.  She went into a front-double bicep flex, her enormous biceps slowly rising high in the air.  Sirens wailed in the distance.
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Back at Giant Gym, the girls were bouncing around with joy! (the floor shook with the sound and the normal-sized employees were on an impromptu lunch hour).  Marisa Miller and Helena Christensen gave each other high fives.  As their giant hands slapped, a sonic boom was heard, knocking them back in opposite directions!  Shaking her head, Marisa moaned, "yeah, we probably need to work on that".  Helena laughed, her massive muscular arms in a slapping posture, thinking.

"Listen up, girls!", Amanda Seyfried's voice boomed.  "Gather around!  We're going to a junkyard tomorrow to test out our powers."  The girls gathered around and squealed with glee. 
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"Look!", shouted Rose McIver, a tiny remote control in her gigantic hand.  The Super-Steroid Girls turned to the large screen tv above the giant weight machines.  "reports have been coming in of the Super-Steroid Girls foiling crime around Los Angeles, today.  Eyewitness reports describe bullets bouncing harmlessly off one Supergirl, Melissa Benoist, as she subdued one of the bank robbers.".  The scene shifted to Melissa herself, microphone in her mighty hand.  "That was so much fun!", she said, smiling.  "We need to do that more often!"

"For reaction to the S.S.G.'s recent crime-fighting activities, we go to TF-7 Director Thorne".  "Fighting crime doesn't prove anything.  It could be just a trick to keep us off guard!", he barked.  Deep bass boo's reverberated througout the gym, drowning out the rest of the interview.  After awhile, the boo's died down.  "We need to keep up the good work, girls," said Amanda.  "Given time, the public will know we're on their side.  Don't forget, meeting at the junkyard, tomorrow!", said Amanda.  She bent down and walked through Giant Gym's exit, before leaping home with a sonic boom.
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"Check this out!", said Megan Fox.  Her hands became a blur as she dug through the ground of the junkyard.  Soon there was a hole 20' in diameter where the ground used to be.  "Come on!", she said as she jumped in the hole.  Kate Upton looked skeptically at the hole.  "Come on!", Megan repeated.  Her deep, commanding voice sounded far away, yet easily reached the surface.  Thinking she'd regret it, Kate jumped in the hole.  Looking around, Kate saw no light sources.  But she could see Megan, anyway.  Weird!  "Why can I see you, right now?", Kate asked.  It should be pitch-black, down here!"  Megan shrugged her enormous, 8'6'' wide muscular shoulders.  "I guess we can see in the dark!", Megan smiled (which Kate could see).  "How far down are we, Megan?", asked Kate.  "Let's find out!", said Megan.  She bent her gigantic, muscular legs and leapt toward the surface.  She found her leap wasn't far enough to clear the surface.  So she punched the side of the tunnel, stopping her fall.  She looked down to see Kate just below her, punching the side of the tunnel the same way, coming up to her.  "I didn't know we could do this, either!", said Kate.  "We have a lot of learning to do!".  Megan nodded, while climbing out the tunnel.  She grabbed Kate's herculean arm and easily pulled her to the surface.  Then they took a few minutes filling in the tunnel, using their huge hands to shovel the pile of earth next to the hole.

Monstrously muscled 20' tall Krysten Ritter was holding a large old rusted dump truck in one hand, laughing!  She threw it to Rose McIver.  Rose easily caught it as if it were a baseball and threw it to Bryce Dallas Howard.  Who caught it and threw it back to Krysten.

Helena Christensen clapped her mighty hands together, laughing.  Marisa Miller was blown back by the force and also began laughing.

20' tall enormous and muscular Elsa Hosk was looking thoughtful.  A few other giant girls were slamming large trucks and cars at each other and laughing.  Except for the large vehicles, it resembled a pillow fight.  None of them seemed to be harmed by the vehicles at all.  Suddenly, Elsa slammed a monsterous, muscular leg down with a deafening boom!  Cracks appeared in the earth where her bare foot had struck and a small earthquake started!  The girls near Elsa tried to keep their footing while holding their vehicles, but they fell down, dropping the cars and trucks with a crash!  They glared daggers at Elsa.  "Sorry!  I just wanted to try something out!", she said.

"So do I," said the titanic and muscular 18' tall Alessandra Ambrosio, who breathed at Elsa.  The result looked like a stream of ice headed straight for Elsa, who in turn breathed ice back at Alessandra.  Their breaths countering each other, they made a game of trying to breath the icy breath as long as they could.  After a few minutes, they realized they would get bored long before they would be tired and stopped.

10' tall and bulgingly muscular Lauren Holly suddenly dropped to the ground!  As she writhed, she recalled the enormous lunch the just devoured earlier, at home and smiled.  She was in pure, orgasmic bliss as her body piled on pounds and pounds of pure, gigantic, muscle, pulsing with each breath.  Her gorgeous red hair dragged in the dirt as her body also grew in height.  Her bull neck grew wider and even more muscular.  Her iron-plated chest grew wider, along with her pecs.  Her back also grew wider and bulged as her back muscles grew.  Her abs lengthened and grew more prominent, each ab growing to the size of an orange (or "normal" sized, to the Super-Steroid Girls).  Her obliques became more visible, looking rock-hard.  Her delts grew to the size of large pumpkins.  Her waist grew an Adonis Belt, another "normal" feature of the S.S.G.).  Her quads grew even more muscular and longer.  Her already large calves growing even larger, easily visible from the front.  After the growth spurt was over, she got up and dusted herself off.  She swayed a bit, unused to her new height.  She got out her 100' measuring tape.  She was now 15' tall with gigantic, bulging muscles!  She smiled.  Throughout their visit, a few more of the girls experienced sudden growth spurts.  The other girls kept their distance until it was over (Normally they only lasted a few minutes) and made sure they didn't hurt themselves or others during their muscle bliss.
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Hovering above the junkyard and unnoticed, a drone watched.  It had been their well before their visit started and relayed video footage in real time to its operator.  Now it saw a few giant, gorgeous muscular girls beat each other with their huge bare fists.  It didn't seem to hurt them in the slightest.  They were laughing, their long hair floating in the breeze.  They showed no signs of fatigue at all.  It looked as though they could go at it as long as they wanted.

"Guys!" 20' tall and enormously muscular, Emily Blunt pointed a huge arm out of the junkyard.  A crowd of "normal" citizens and paparazzi started gathering, placing lawn chairs near the junkyard fence to get an even better look at the gigantic monstrously muscled girls.  "Girls!  Meet back at the Gym!  Let's go!"  As one, the herculean girls bent their huge quads and sailed into the sky.  Their enormous bodies briefly causing a local eclipse effect, blotting out the sun.

"We've got enough for now," said  Hannibal Thorne.  "Send it back to base."  He looked around the room.  Computer monitors glowed.  One showing the entrance to Giant Gym.  The faces of his assembled agents reflected in the glow.  "I want a daily check of all our drones, especially the ones covering Seyfried's movie shoot, in town.", said  Thorne.  "She seems to be their leader.  I want to know what she's up to at all times.  How's our asset at Giant Gym doing?", asked Thorne.  "Sending regular reports.", said the agent.  "She was able to discover how much weight they can lift, so we know their maximum strength.", said the agent.  "What's your assessment of their abilities from the reports of their recent "heroics", including what we just saw?", asked Thorne.  He tapped his cigar into his ashtray.   "They can leap for miles.", said the agent.  His nose wrinked at the cigar smoke.  "They're incredibly fast in combat.  Bulletproof, fireproof, smoke doesn't affect them.  They have some kind of ice breath.  They can tunnel, lift cars like they're paper cups.  They seem indestructible, sir." 

"Yet, when they were using their freeze breath on each other, it started turning solid.  It would've trapped her if she hadn't breathed back.  And what about when one of them piled dirt on another one?  It took her a few minutes to get free of that."  He looked thoughtful.  "Are the robots ready in the Danger Room?"  "Yes, sir.", said the agent.  "Good.  I want them ready for our new weapons test in five.", said Thorne.  "Yes, sir.", said the agent.
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"That was brill!", said Emily Blunt, laughing.  Her huge, muscled body was sitting on one of the giant weight machines, mostly obscuring it from sight.  Her enormously muscled arms gesturing.  "We need to go to an abandoned trainyard, next time!", said Krysten Ritter.  "Yeah!", replied Emily.  "I wonder if I can lift a train with one hand?  That would be ace!"

-To Be Continued

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"That's a good idea", said Amanda Seyfried, smiling at the thought of lifting locomotives.  "I'll send everyone a text.  We can go next week."  "But for now, I need to finish my set, then go to work",  she thought.  She adjusted the weight bench for her huge height and put in the earbuds for her digital music player and turned it on.  Then she flexed a bicep.  It slowly grew bigger and bigger until it finally peaked at 100 mind-blowing inches!  She smiled, kissed it, then rolled onto the weight bench.  Her giant muscles rippled as she positioned her body for the bench press, each vying for space on her monstrously large body.  Her huge, muscular chest gleamed in the gym lights, with only a pink string bikini covering it.  Her harder than steel 10-pack abdominals moved while laying on the bench, each one as big as oranges.  She decided to give the "S.S.G." sports bra a break for today.  It's not like everyone in L.A. didn't already know who was a S.S.G. and who wasn't, by now.  They certainly couldn't hide it.  She lifted the weight bar from the rack and began her set.  The bench press was gigantic, but Amanda's enormous muscled bulk easily hid the bench she lay on. The weight bar was as long as she was tall, at 25'.  It was bending slightly, fully-loaded with specially made high-density plates.  Each plate was as big as a truck tire.  All together, the bar weighed almost 2,000 tons!  She needed no spotter.  She grinned as she thought of the fun she would have at her action movie shoot, later that day.
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Her workout finished, Amanda headed for the showers.  Her footsteps made a booming sound from her giant bulk.  After her shower, she bent her giant body and went through the exit.  She then bent her enormous, powerful muscled legs and leapt toward her movie set.

Arriving on set, she didn't notice the Task Force-7 drone watching her.  Today among her scenes were to rescue her on-screen love interest actor Brock Stone from a den of thugs.  She needed no stuntwoman, but stuntpeople advised her so she wouldn't hurt anyone on set and medical personnel were always there, just in case. 

She went to the makeup trailer, then went to the set.  the director walked up to her.  His head was about a foot shorter than her knees.  She sat on the floor, indian-style so he could talk to her.  He looked up at her, because even sitting on the floor, she was 13' tall.  After conferring with him for a bit, she got up and left the set.  She was just outside the entrance.  The set was a dingy warehouse full of wooden crates and chairs.  All of them were occupied with actors dressed as thugs, except for Brock, who was sitting in a chair in the middle of them.  He grimaced, getting into the scene.

The director yelled "action!"  Suddenly, the door burst open!  Amanda rushed inside with a blur!   "Cut!", yelled the director.  The "thugs" left the set and were replaced by stuntmen.  "Action!", yelled the director.  Amanda charged at the thugs.  She grabbed a large crate and threw it at the thugs nearest to her, knocking them over like bowling pins.  Then she rushed to the other thugs, her form a blur.  She rapidly "knocked them out", being very careful not to use her enormous strength.  Then she untied Brock and gave him a passionate kiss.

"Cut!", yelled the director.  "You're a good kisser", said Brock.  "Are you as good off-set?", he grinned.  "Wouldn't you like to know!", she replied, playfully pushing him and smiling. As before, she was careful not to use her vast strength.  She looked toward the stuntmen to see if they were ok.  They were easy to spot from her great height.  They were brushing themselves off and appeared unhurt.  The crates were styrofoam, with just enough weight for her to throw them across the room.  She sat back down on the floor, while the director walked up to her, "Great job, kid!"  Then he explained the remaining scenes they would shoot that day. 
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The drone watched as Amanda left the movie set and walked into the night.  She bent her giant, muscular legs, about to leap home when her smartphone vibrated.  Her secret lab alarm went off!  The lab where she made the Super-Steroid!  Who could be there?  What happened to her security guards?  She quicky texted Emily Blunt and Gal Godot.  They texted back and she gave them the address and told them to meet her there.  She had never told any of the girls where her lab was.  But she knew she needed backup to face whatever or whoever triggered that alarm.

Amanda arrived at the lab and looked around.  In a few minutes, she saw the enormous 20' muscled forms of Emily and Gal.  Gal had recently had a growth increase.  The girls wore string bikinis.  Their giant, muscled chests heaved with every breath from adrenaline.  Even though the night was pitch black, they could easily see each other.  "Where are we?", asked Gal.  "What happened?".  "An alarm at my secret lab went off," Amanda explained.  "And you wanted us to back you up while you investigated?", asked Emily.  "Yep", Amanda replied.  "Stay close and be ready for anything!".  "You never showed us your lab, before", said Gal.  "It means a lot that you trust us like that".  She and Emily hugged Amanda awkwardly, due to their different heights.  "C'mon, let's go", said Amanda.

Amanda, Emily and Gal stayed as quiet as they could.  They crept toward the lab entrance.  The door was open.  They found two unconsious guards on the inside, near the entrance.  They walked into a room with lab equipment inside.  There were vials of the Super-Steroid on one of the tables, in a holder.  Some were missing.  "Damn!", said Amanda.  "Let's check the rest of the building.  We need to find the rest of the guards."

After they quickly cleared the building, Amanda called the police.  We'll have the CSI's go over the place", said detective Jones.  She had a notepad in her chocolate colored hand.  "We'll figure this out, Ms. Seyfried", she said.  "That Super-Steroid would be catastrophic if it got into the wrong hands!", said Amanda.  "We'll do anything we can to help!"  "We'll stay in touch", said the detective.  "God help us all if we can't find that Super-Steroid", she thought.
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"Does the lab have enough Super-Steroid to reverse-engineer it?", asked Paris Hilton.  "Plenty", said Katherine Heigl, smiling.  She couldn't wait to get huge like those "Super-Steroid Bitches!"  "Wait till Hollywood sees me when I'm 20' tall and built like a tank!", she thought.  "Are you two gonna yabber all night or lift?", asked Iggy Azalea in her adorable Australian accent.  After the three had taken the Super-Steroid, they were ravenous with hunger.  They had just wolfed down several days worth of food in one sitting.  According to media reports, now they needed to start lifting.  A lot!  Iggy was seated at one of the exercise machines.  She had just watched a ZeeVid video on how to operate it.  She hoped she didn't kill herself trying to use it.  "Will the cops find this place, Paris?", asked Katherine, frowning.  "Not a chance!", Paris replied.  "This is an old fallout shelter from the fifties.  I made sure there weren't any blueprints or maps left of it when I was planning this job."  Satisfied, Katherine walked over to the exercise machines, sat on it and began her set.

Paris walked over to an exercise machine and began her set.  "We need to agree on who to give the Super-Steroid to", she said.  "Give me lists and we'll go over them".  The other two woman nodded.  "How are we gonna dak- er, stick it to those bitches who didn't offer us their Precious Super-Steroid?", asked Iggy, looking at Paris.  "Oh, I have plans for them", replied Paris, laughing.  "What about Task Force-7?", asked Katherine.  "Won't they come after us after they know we have the Super-Serum?"  "Not if they aren't looking for US", Paris replied.  "Look.  Those Super-Steroid goofs have been trying to get a good rep ever since Task Force-7 started, right?  What if they're just as bad as Task Force-7 thinks they are?"  The other women waited for her to continue.  "It's simple.  We get disguises and commit crimes.  Task Force-7 will think the S.S.G. did them.  How's that for revenge?  The other two women began smiling and nodding.  "That's a corker of an idea, Paris!", said Iggy, smiling.

Suddenly, Paris doubled over and fell to the ground.  She was writhing as her bones lengthened and new muscles appeared.  Pound after pound of pure muscle slammed into her body.  She groaned in ecstasy as she felt her body lengthen and her muscles grew.  A few minutes later, she shakily got up, unused to her new height.  All her clothing had ripped from her gigantic 12' body, leaving her completely naked.  Paris searched the floor, produced a tape measure and measured herself.  Katherine and Iggy stopped their sets and gasped at the newly musclebound titan in front of them.  They saw a woman with gorgeous blonde hair and model good looks.  Her barrel-sized neck sloped into enormous traps, as high as her head!  Her traps were framed by her delts, which were the size of huge pumpkins.  Her huge chest heaved, causing her dinner plate-sized pecs to move with each breath. On either side of her stomach were her obliques, protruding with untapped power.  Her 10-pack abs were heavenly.  Each abdominal was the size of an orange!  She had an Adonis Belt, which sloped into her monstrous bulging quads.  Her quads led to her enormous calves, which could easily be seen from the front.  She flexed her biceps.  Giant twin 75" balls of muscle slowly mushroomed skyward!  "What do you think, girls?"  She smiled and looked at Katherine and Iggy.  They were both sprawled on the floor, growing both muscle and height and screaming with joy!  Paris threw her head back and began to laugh.
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Hannibal Thorne chewed his cigar.  Past the viewing window, he gazed at the danger room.  Three 25' tall robots were motionless.  One was leaking smoke from a hole in its chest area.  Electricity sparked from it.  A second robot was prone on the floor, thin wires covered it like a ball of yarn, giving it a vaguely humanoid shape.  A pile of smoking metal scraps were all that was left of the third robot.  Three Task Force-7 agents stood in front of the robots.  One of the agents still had her rifle in her hands, examining them.  The other two had their rifles slung over their backs, high-fiving each other.  All three wore black body armor and helmets.  "I'd call that test a resounding success!", said Thorne, cigar in one hand and thumping the counter with the other.  The agent sitting next to him nodded.  "Order enough for all our agents.  Those new weapons, plus our armor will be standard issue, now.", said Thorne.  "Yes, Director", said the agent.  The agent noted the expression on Thorne's face was as close to as smile that he'd ever seen before.  The Director continued his expression and puffed away on his cigar.  "Just let those overgrown brats try something, now!", he thought.
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Amanda stopped and considered her house.  She was reminded of her dollhouse when she was a girl, with which she played for hours.  But this house was enormous.  It was far bigger than the average Hollywood mansion.  She smiled, opened her front door and  and walked through.  She did not have to bend or crouch like she did for most other doors.  Her front door was 26' tall and 14' wide!  She found her boyfriend Tom on the couch, watching her big screen television.  She laughed when she saw him.  He looked like a toddler, with his 6' tall body sunk into the enormous, comfortable couch.  Especially with the large remote control that resembled two bricks stuck together.  "Hey, babe!", he said, turning to look at her.  "How's my little man?", Amanda asked.  She picked him up as if he were a stuffed animal and gave him a big kiss.  She set him down.  "What do you think of the remodel?", she asked.  He waved an arm around the huge house.    "Really nice!  We're gonna have to get some ladders, though.", he said.  "No problem", she said.  "I'll get some on the way home, tomorrow.  Wanna tour?", she asked.  "Sure!", said Tom.  He had explored the mansion a little before she got home.  But it was annoying because all the doorknobs were 12' high!  He'd never seen such a giant-sized house outside one of her movie sets.  They went to the kitchen.  He could barely reach the refrigerator door.  He looked at the sink and counters.  Every surface was twice as high as he was!  Even the dinner table!  The chairs were twice the size of normal chairs.  He could climb into them, after positioning them.  Very annoying!  he felt like a five year old in here!  They got to the bathroom.  He had lugged a dining room chair near the bathroom door, so he could get to the doorknob.  Amanda giggled as she opened the door.  She was reminded of how recently she had accidentally smacked her head on the area above the bathroom door.  Now the door was 26' tall and 14' wide.  She smiled and led him inside.  The sink was 12' high, with the mirror above it.  The shower reminded him of a plastic swimming pool, it was so large!  He'd have to get a ladder just to get to the flexible showerhead.  He glanced at the 6' tall toilet and rolled his eyes.  Noticing this, Amanda quickly showed him the bedroom.  The bed was 8' high.  "We'll get a ladder in here, too," said Amanda sheepishly.  "We'll adjust.", he said, smiling at her.  She picked him up and put him on the bed, kissing him when he was on it.  "Strip!", she said, smiling and pointing an enormous, muscular arm at him.  She was wearing only a pink bikini and was barefoot.  "Yes, ma'am!", he said, laughing.
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Paris Hilton landed in front of the bank.  She was 25' of enormous, bulging muscle.  A ski mask covered her model face.  Only a black bikini covered her insanely huge, muscular body.  An empty Army surplus duffel bag was on her back, looking very small among her mountain range 13' wide back.   She looked up at her friends Katherine Heigl and Iggy Azalea  high in the air as they landed next to her with a boom.  "Man, that was fun!", said Katherine, laughing.  Both she and Iggy wore ski masks and were both 20' tall with gigantic muscles.  They also both wore only black bikinis, with duffle bags on their enormous backs.  All three were barefoot. "Now remember to disguise your voices when we're in there", said Paris.  They practiced disguising their voices before the heist.  It was easy with their now incredibly powerful vocal cords.  When disguised, their voices sounded deeper and commanding, though still recognizable to each other.  "And don't talk unless absolutely necessary".  The girls nodded.  "And don't hurt anyone, either.  Judging from news reports of the "Goody Two Shoes", normal people can't hurt them anyway.  Afterwords, we'll meet back at base."  "What about Task Force-7?", asked Katherine.  "Like I said, they'll think they're Amanda and friends", Paris replied.  "Just make sure you disguise your voices, though."  Katherine nodded.  "What if Amanda or her mates show up?", asked Iggy.  "We'll be long gone before that happens", Paris replied.  She remembered when they all practiced for the heist.  How fast they all were.  Incredibly fast!  "Just stick to the plan and you'll be fine.", said Paris.  Iggy nodded.
"Let's do this!", said Paris kicking the bank's front doors open with a titanic, muscular thigh, the other two girls behind her.

The doors crumbled like they were made of styrofoam instead of steel and glass.  Paris ducked her giant body and turned to barely fit her 13' wide back through the normal-sized double doors.  Katherine and Iggy had similar trouble, both ducking their enormous bodies and turning their 11' wide backs to fit through the doors.  Paris hoped Lindsey Lohan, Keisha and Avril Lavigne were ok back at the fallout shelter.  That they hadn't blabbed about the super-serum to anyone else.  And wondered how big they would be when they returned from the heist.  She smiled as she looked down at the helpless normal customers and bank staff.  "This is a robbery!", she said in her deep, commanding disguised voice.  She walked up to a bank teller, who was shaking like a leaf with fear.  Every step she took caused a booming noise and made the floor shake slightly. "Put all your money in here!", she said, gripping her duffle bag in front of the teller.  The bag looked tiny in Paris' giant fists.  Paris looked back and down at the frightened bank customers.  "My friends here will collect all your purses and wallets!"  Katherine and Iggy smiled as they moved up to the customers with their duffel bags and the customers dropped their purses and wallets inside.  All three moved with amazing speed.  A couple of bank security guards pulled out their pistols and fired at Paris and Katherine.  Both were surprised.  They looked down at their heaving, muscular bodies.  There was nothing to show they had even been shot.  Paris and Katherine smiled as they rushed the security guards and knocked them unconscious, taking care not to hurt them.  "Anyone else wanna play the hero?", asked Iggy in her deep booming disguised voice, smiling.  No one answered.  In less than one minute, they had their loot and ran outside.

They looked up as three black armored hovercars appeared in the air and landed in front of the bank.  They all had "Task Force-7" written on the side in white letters and looked big enough to be troop carriers.  Black armored agents began piling out of the hovercars.  Hannibal Thorne and two agents were the first to exit their hovercar.  All three had big black tubes aimed at the girls.  "Go, go, go!", screamed Paris in her deep disguised voice.  All the girls bent their titanic, muscled legs and sailed far into the sky.  Entangling wires from the tubes just missed the giant bodies of the bank robbers.  "Well, director.  At least we know the entangle guns work", said one of the agents.  "Great!  Well, that sure makes me feel better!", said Thorne, slamming his helmet on the ground and blowing the smoke from his cigar in front of the agent's helmeted face.Still addressing the agent, Thorne said, "Agent Smith.  Take a team and interview witnesses and collect evidence."  He indicated the rest of the agents, "The rest of you rendevous at Giant Gym!"
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Paris Hilton, Katherine Heigl and Iggy Azalea were dancing in a circle, laughing and hugging each other's enormous, muscular bodies.  Their beautiful faces were free of the ski masks, but they still had their bikinis on and were barefoot.  Their three duffel bags were bulging with loot to the side, on the floor.  Lindsey Lohan, Keisha and Avril Lavigne were looking at them while using the huge exercise machines.  Lindsey was currently a 12' tall muscular giant.  Keisha at 15' tall was a wall of muscle.  And Avril was a behemoth of pulsing muscle at 18' tall.  "So it went that well, huh?", asked Avril.  The girls stopped their dance and all hugged Avril.  "Yes, it did.", replied Paris.  Her beautiful voice was no longer disguised.  "Looks like you girls have been busy", remarked Paris.  She glanced at the dirty dishes in the sink.  It looked like the remains of a large wedding reception.  Then she looked at the incredibly muscular giant girls sitting on their exersise machines and grinned.  "Yeah, we have!", smiled Avril.  She flexed a bicep that was 3.5' around, smiling.  I bet those bitches are sorry they didn't share their precious Super-Serum NOW!", said Lindsey, smirking.  She did a crab-flex from her machine, her huge muscles getting in each other's way and partially hiding her head.   "Got a list for us, yet?", asked Paris.  "Sure do!", replied Lindsey.  She tossed her smartphone to Paris, who caught it in her huge fist.  Nodding, Paris said, "those three will do nicely!".  She passed the smartphone around to Katherine and Iggy, who nodded approvingly at the list.

Katherine changed the channel on the television on the gym wall.  A reporter was talking into a microphone in her hand.  She was in front of the bank that was just robbed.  "Eyewitnesses say three giant muscular women just robbed this bank."  She handed the mic to a sobbing woman.  "They just beat those security guys  unconsious with their fists in seconds!  It was horrible!"  she continued sobbing.  Taking the mic back, the reporter said, "If anyone has any information about these women, they are urged to call the number on your screen.  A telephone number appeared at the bottom of the tv screen.  The name "Task Force-7" appeared after the number.  Lindsey Lohan, Keisha and Avril Lavigne all high-fived each other from their exercise machines with their long, muscular arms, laughing.  "What's next, boss?", asked Avril, looking at Paris.  "I've been thinking about that", replied Paris, grinning.  All the girls gathered around as Paris told them her plan.
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Amanda Seyfried, Megan Fox and Candice Swanepoel landed in front of the public office of Task Force-7.  By this time, all the girls had gigantic muscles and were 20' tall except for Amanda, who was still 25' tall.  They carefully opened the tiny normal door.  Then they crouched down and turned to the side just to fit through the entrance.  "The director is looking for you", said the receptionist, looking up at the giant women.  "We had nothing to do with that robbery", said Amanda.  "It was a set-up.  Probably by whoever stole the Super-Serum".  Nodding, the receptonist was tapping on her smartphone.  "The director will meet you at this address", said the receptionist.  She held up her smartphone to Amanda, who bent down to read it.  She tapped on her own smartphone with her stylus, her enormous hand flying over her smartphone screen.  "You may bring yourself and only two others", said the receptionist.  Nodding, Amanda said, "Thank you."  Turning to her friends, she said, "let's go, girls.  Follow me".  She then carefully exited the office with Megan and Candice and they all leaped into the afternoon sky towards their destiny.
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A newspaper page blew past director Hannibal Thorne's feet at the garage park.  He turned his steely gaze to the three gigantic, hugely muscular women in front of him.  Amanda Seyfried was barefoot, wearing only a yellow bikini.  She was sitting on the floor, her head one foot from the 14' ceiling.  Next to her on either side, sat Megan Fox and Candice Swanepoel.  They were both sitting and  barefoot as well.  Megan wore only an orange bikini and Candice wore a pink bikini.

"We know you didn't pull the bank job", said Thorne.  A wave relief washed through Amanda and her friends.  Their enormous muscles relaxed somewhat, dancing on their titanic bodies.  "Thank you, director", said Amanda.  "Do you know who did it?", she asked.  "We're working on it", said Thorne.  "We ruled you girls out, though".  "Well, we're ready to help you any way we can, director.", said Amanda.  Thorne held a business card up to Amanda.  She bent down to take it.  "If you hear about any other incidents with these women, just call.", said Thorne.  "We'll do, director", said Amanda.  "One more thing, ladies", said Thorne.  We need your help testing holding cells so we can hold these women once we capture them.  We'll send some girls over to help, director", said Amanda.  Amanda and her friends carefully got up and left.

Thorne turned to the five black armored agents behind him.  "Rodriguez, how the hotplates coming?", asked Thorne.  "We need test subjects, but otherwise, we're set", the agent replied.  A text message from Amanda appeared on Thorne's smartphone.  He grinned, cigar in his teeth "You've got them."  He sent the text to the agent, who nodded.  "Yes, director", said the agent, reading the text, which listed a time, date and the Super-Steroid Girls would would help Thorne.  Thorne sent back a text to Amanda with an address.  Thorne addressed his agents, waving his cigar in one hand.  "Back to base, boys and girls.  We have work to do".
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"Do we trust Thorne?", asked Megan Fox.  "Not really", replied Amanda Seyfried.  "Which is why only one of us will help him.  The other two will watch for trouble".  Megan nodded, satisfied.  "Who will go?", asked Megan.  "Krysten, Gal and Emily", Amanda replied. 

Amanda was sitting on a leg press machine.  She wore only a purple bikini and was barefoot.  The weight she was pushing resembled two large cars.  Her quads bulged out enormously, completely hiding the bench she lay on.  Her giant chest heaved, dinner-plate pecs moving in rythmn with her set.  Her 10-pack abs undulated with the movement, each ab the size of an orange.

Nearby, 20' tall Gal Gadot was using the Butterfly machine, working her titanic 10-pack chest.  She wore only a black bikini and was also barefoot.  She glanced at Amanda "I'll get Krysten and Emily", she said.  Her beautiful brown hair danced behind her huge, craggy 11' back.  Her smartphone vibrated as Amanda sent her a text with the time and place to meet Thorne.  She  checked it, then put it away.

"We should go to the abandoned trainyard, tomorrow.", said Amanda.  "Great idea!", said Gal.  She looked at Megan, who was grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.  Smiling, Amanda sent a text with the time, date and address to all the girls.  She used her stylus on her smartphone held in her giant hand.
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-To Be Continued

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It was a peaceful, sunny day at the abandoned trainyard.  Birds chirped.  Train cars of all shapes and sized littered the area.  Suddenly, the sky turned dark as dozens of giant, muscular women appeared and dropped to earth with a deafening booming sound!  Birds scattered, chirping in fear.  Amanda looked around with a smile.  She had to turn her whole body to take in the whole trainyard and couldn't look over her shoulder anymore (since she would only see the wall of impenetrable muscle that were her traps, which peaked two feet above her head!).  She stomped over to the nearest train car which happened to be an engine car.  She grabbed it with both hands with glee and threw it high in the air.  To her, it felt like a tin can!  Catching it after it fell back down, she balanced it on one hand with ease, laughing.

20' tall Emily Blunt and Krysten Ritter were each easily balancing boxcars in one hand.  It felt like picking up tin cans.  They both nodded and Krysten said, "Yep!  Guess we CAN lift these with one hand!"  She giggled and smacked Emily in the face with her boxcar.  Emily was initially surprised, but then she smacked Krysten back and they smacked each other with the boxcars like baseball bats until they fell apart from the damage the huge muscular women were inflicting on them.  They took no damage from the boxcars, themselves, however.
10' tall Elisha Cuthbert was grunting and trying to lift a boxcar to no avail.  Frustrated, she kicked the boxcar, which sent it sailing in the air. 

Catching the boxcar after it hit her impenetrable 10-pack stomach, 20' tall Kristanna Loken clutched it to her enormous chest and stuck her tongue out at Elisha.  "You'll get there someday, Elly!", she said.  Scowling, Elisha threw a train-crossing sign at her, in response.  Laughing, she threw the boxcar to 20' tall Krysten Ritter, who threw it back to her.

Amanda was disappointed that she couldn't get a pump from the locomotives.  But at least she could have some fun with them.  On her left was a grinning Cara Delevingne and on her right was Elizabeth Olsen.  All three (including Amanda) were each holding up one boxcar.  On those boxcars stood Gal Gadot and Margot Robbie, who were each helping to hold up half of another boxcar, on which stood Megan Fox!  All six girls were 20' tall.  The other giant muscular girls were laughing and taking selfies in front of the Amazon Pyramid. 

After several hours had passed, Amanda addressed the giant muscular women playing in the trainyard.  "Time to pack it up, girls!  Let's go home!"  Her enormous and wide chest heaved with exertion and sweat beaded on her magnificently muscled blue bikini-clad body.  As one, the girls dropped their traincars with a boom.  Then they bent their muscular tree-trunk sized legs and leapt into the sky, briefly darkening it once more.  Peace settled upon the abandoned trainyard once more as the sun set.
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The next day, Amanda landed at the back of the Los Angeles Foods grocery store with a boom!  She had a boxcar chained to her huge 13' wide, muscular back.  To her, it weighed no more than a small cardboard box.  She unlocked the padlock on her giant chest, freeing the chains with one hand.  She casually held up one end of the boxcar with her other hand and showed no strain at all.  After unlocking the padlock, she gently placed the boxcar on the ground at the loading dock and wrapped the chain and padlock on the boxcar door.  She took out her stylus and smartphone and sent a text.  Then she leaped to the grocery store entrance and walked in, turning to the side and crouching to enter the tiny (to her) door.  She grabbed one cart in each hand and began shopping.  She smiled.  With the ceiling at 24',  she only had to crouch a little bit, compared to other buildings she visited. 

The sound of a crash below her woke Amanda out of her reverie.  She looked down and saw a customer talking on her smartphone and smiling.  She had plowed her cart right into Amanda's lower shin.  Although Amanda had felt it, it did no damage to her at all.  As Amanda's beautiful green eyes gazed upon the shopper, the shopper almost dropped her smartphone in panic.  She stammed an apology and quickly pushed her cart in the opposite direction.  Amanda frowned.  The shopper was clearly terrified.  Amanda looked around at the other shoppers.  They were all furtively glancing at her, but avoiding her gaze.  She was used to paparazzi and the public's adoration before she turned into a giant muscular Amazon.  But this was clearly the opposite.  The Mean Girl Squad had poisoned the reputation of Amanda and all her friends.  Now the public couldn't be certain whether huge women like her were going to terrorize them or not.  Soon, Amanda was one of the few shoppers in the store, as the rest quickly left.  Her cheeks flushed with both embarrasment and anger at the Mean Girl Squad.  She filled her carts as  quickly as possible and pushed them  to the back of the store, turning to the side and ducking through the entrance. 
Two grocery store employees stood ready to take her carts.  She gave one the key to the boxcar and left to grab two more carts.  The two employees pushed the carts in front of an open loading door, which led to Amanda's boxcar.  One employee then unlocked the boxcar door and they both began filling up the boxcar with the contents of Amanda's carts.  Later, Amanda returned with her last two full groceries carts.  The process was repeated and a grocery employee closed the boxcar door after it was full. Then Amanda handed her smartcard to one of the grocery employees.  After attaching it to a smartphone-like device, he handed her card back.  Amanda turned her 13' wide back and crouched, exiting a normal-sized side door leading to the loading dock. 

She removed the padlock and chains from the boxcar door and threaded them through the bottom of the boxcar and locking the ends to her enormous, muscled chest with the padlock.  "Thank goodness I only have to do this once a month!", she thought as she bunched her tree trunk-sized, muscled legs and leapt high in the air towards home.
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"Guys, check this out!" Jeri Ryan's sultry voice boomed across Giant Gym.  She held a tv remote control in her enormous hand, making it look tiny in comparison, even though it was modified for the girls' giant fingers.  Her huge, veined forearm gave way to her over 4' tall bicep which shook slightly with untapped power.  She was seated at a calf-raise machine.  Her huge, muscular calves bulged with power at each rep.  The weight she used was the size of an ATM machine!
A female news anchor was on the screen "The Super Steroid Girls.  Heroes Or Menace?", she asked.  A picture of Gal Gadot jumping out of a window of a burning building with two people under each arm appeared on the left of the screen.  And a picture of masked giant muscular women robbing a bank was shown on the right.  "Those masked bitches!", hissed Jeri, muting the tv.  Her huge muscular, barrel-shaped neck bulged and snake-sized veins pulsed in anger.  "We have to do something about them!  They're terrorizing the city!", she said.  She turned to Amanda Seyfried.

25' tall Amanda was performing deadlifts with a weight bar loaded full of weights the size of large truck tires.  The bar bent slightly under the weight.  Her over 4' tall biceps shook each time the bar touched the floor.  She wore only a violet bikini on her wide, muscular chest, displaying her dinner-plate sized pecs and leaving her glorious 10-pack abs visible (Each ab was the size of an orange).  A bikini bottom covered her privates and she was barefoot. Her large tree trunk-sized legs burst with power as the moved with the exercise.  Her gorgeous blonde hair swished among the craggy hills and valleys of her enormous 13' wide back.  "We'll call a meeting with Task Force-7 to take them down.  We can't let them get away with this and tarnish our reputation.", said Amanda.  She thought of her recent trip to the grocery store.  The customers were terrified of her because they didn't know if she was part of the Mean Girl Squad or not.  Her heart ached with sadness at the memory.
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Suddenly there was a commotion at the Gym entrance.  20' tall Megan Fox was glaring at two people who just walked inside.  One was a 6' tall man holding a camera.  He was clearly terrified of Megan. The other was a 5'2" female reporter with a microphone.  She was calmly gazing up and talking to Megan when Amanda got up and walked over.  "Megan, it's OK.  I called them.  We need to show the public we're not dangerous", she explained.  "What better way to do that than to let these reporters interview us and take a tour of Giant Gym?"  "If you're sure, Amanda", said Megan.  Her face softened.  "I need to get back to my workout, anyway."  She stalked off, the floor rumbled as she moved away.  The cameraman, a bit less terrified, glanced a question at the female reporter.  She nodded.  Then he grimly trotted after Megan, trying to film Megan and not trip over himself at the same time with his handheld camera.

"Please follow me", said Amanda.  "You're Ms. Dubois, I take it?" "That's me!", said the reporter, handing Amanda her credentials and shook Amanda's hand.  Well, tried to.  Amanda's hand was so enormous, her hand briefly swallowed Ms. Dubois'.  Supressing the primal urge to panic, Ms. Dubois waited for Amanda to withdraw her giant hand.  She knew the only force on earth who could compare to Amanda's iron grip was another Super Steroid Girl, or the Mean Girl Squad.  Amanda Took care not to hurt her.  "Awkward!", thought Amanda inwardly frowning.  Ms. Dubois followed Amanda to a bench press machine.  A comfortable chair was next to it.  Amanda sat on the bench press and invited the reporter to sit in the chair.  "Thank you Ms. Seyfried", said the reporter.  "Amanda is fine", said Amanda, smiling.  "Very well", said Ms. Dubois.  "Let's get started".

The cameraman (named Sam) was extremely uncomfortable.  He was reminded of a story he recently covered in a factory.  There, he had to be very careful that forklifts didn't crush him into paste.  Here was very careful that giant muscular women didn't accidentally crush him to paste.  He looked all around, watching dozens of titanic muscular supermodel-looking women walking all over the Gym.  They usually looked down to check out for the "little people" and gave him a smile, waving as they went on their way, their steps booming after them.  He noticed a giant sign that read "Stop!  Look down!  Watch Your Step - Management".  Included on the sign was a stick figure of a giant muscular woman and a normal-sized man.  The woman was looking down and the man was looking up.  He was not reassured.  After he had been walking after her for a bit, Megan realized he was behind her and stopped.  She gave him a dazzling smile.  "Come here, cutie!  She indicated a normal-sized bench she'd just grabbed and set down in front of her weight machine.  "I'm about to start my set.  Film me all you want.  Just be careful if you move around.  We don't want to you getting hurt.  And don't wander off.  This place can be dangerous for  you little guys."  Her face was serious.  Then it lit up like the sun.  "I just love a good workout!", she said, smiling.  She sat down at the bicep curling machine and started adjusting the weight.  Then she positioned her enormous, muscular arms on the pad and gripped the handles and began her set.  Sam's jaw dropped to the floor as he watched her over 4' tall biceps and giant veined forearms pump the weight up and down.  She was wearing only an orange bikini and was barefoot.  Her giant chest and dinner-plate pecs heaved at each rep and seemed determined to break through the pad she had placed her arms on at any moment.  He saw her huge 11' foot wide shoulders!  He also saw her traps, framing her barrel-sized, muscular neck.  They jutted two feet above her head!  He gulped.  His gaze traveled down to her gigantic, muscled legs.  They were bigger than tree trunks!  He noticed the weight she was using was bigger than a large truck!  She winked down at him with her supermodel looks and bit her lower lip.  She was getting into The Zone!  She quickly found that she needed excercise like a drug, now.  She loved the feeling of pumping ridiculous amounts of weight.  And now she could show off for this adorable reporter!  She bit her lower lip in anticipation.  "Ms. Fox!", Sam called.  "Let me get one comparison shot before you start, please!"  Smiling outwardly, but annoyed at the delay in her workout, she said, "No problem!".  "It would be easier if someone else took this shot.  I want us both in it.  Can you help me out?", asked Sam.  "Sure!", said Megan.  She waved over 20' tall enormously muscular Emily Blunt, who was walking past, causing the floor to rumble.  Sam gazed up at Emily and briefly explained the shot setup.  "Right, then!", said Emily.  "Say cheers!", she said.  Emily shook hands with Sam the best she could, then walked off, rumbling.  The picture Emily took was Sam standing in front of Megan's bicep curl machine.  The bench Megan was sitting on was 6' tall.  Sam was looking up and Megan was looking straight into the camera.  Megan was smiling and Sam was smiling and gave a thumbs-up gesture.  Checking his camera, Sam was satisfied that Emily captured the sheer enormity of the weight machine, Megan herself and himself for his readers.  Sam then returned to his bench and resumed filming Megan, who by this time was already continuing her set.  Her giant biceps shook with each rep of huge weights she was lifting.

After the interviews were done, Amanda walked Ms. Dubois to the door.  Megan did the same for Sam.  After some chit-chat, the reporter and cameraman left.  Amanda turned to Megan and asked, "Well?  How did it go?" "Well, he drooled the entire time and took a lot of footage of me working out.  Hopefully that will translate into a good story."  She smiled and shrugged her titanic shoulders, causing a ripple effect.  "How was yours?", she asked Amanda.  "Long.  But I think I got across that we're the good guys.  I think it went well."  "When does the story air?", asked Megan.  "Tomorrow night", replied Amanda.  She frowned.  "We need to set up a meeting with Task Force-7 and discuss how to take down the Mean Girls Squad."  Megan nodded.  "We're meeting them tomorrow at their headquarters", said Megan.  "Sounds good", said Amanda.

  Suddenly there were audible gasps throughout the huge gym.  Everyone's head snapped toward the entrance.  A 5'10" Gal Gadot walked through barefoot wearing a purple bikini.  "Did you know about this?", she asked Amanda Seyfried and gesturing to her far smaller form.  "What happened to you?", asked Amanda.  "Are you ok?".  Gal was still muscular, but far less than she was at 20'.  "I had this feeling inside that I could control my size", explained Gal.  "It started ever since we went to the abandoned trainyard, when we were trying to figure out our powers.  Ever since, I've been concentrating and practicing.  And now I can change size whenever I want!"  Gal smiled as her body erupted outward and upward, rocketing toward the high ceiling.  All of her muscles increased in size exponentially with her increasing height until she reached her usual 20'.  "Unfortunately, the taller I am, the stronger I am.  But I'm pretty damned strong even at 5'10".  She winked at Amanda and did a double-bicep flex, her giant bicep slowly inflating to over 4' tall!  After releasing her flex, she finally noticed every one of the members of the gym were crowding around her, asking her questions.  Still smiling, Gal waved her hands in the air for attention.  "Ladies!  Calm down!  Sit down and I will teach all of you how to do this!"  Eventually, the sound of the giant women quieted down.  Gal beamed at Amanda and said "OK, here's how it's done".  Her time as an instructor in the Israeli Defense Force kicked in as she began instructing her new huge, gorgeous, muscular students.
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  A few hours later, Amanda cornered Gal as the ladies were taking a lunch break after their "class".  "But how long does it last?", she asked.  "As long as you want."  Gal replied.  "After you get the hang of it, you can change size whenever you want, for as long as you want!"  "Cool!", said Amanda.  "Do you think the Mean Girls know about this?  Maybe that's why we haven't been able to find them, yet?"  She frowed.  "One thing at a time, Seyfried", she thought to herself.  She texted the new information to Director Thorne, deep in thought as she ducked through the exit and headed to lunch.

Amanda Seyfried was eating as if she were starving even though she was in her old 5'3" height.  "I'm as hungry now as I was when I was 25' tall!, she thought, amazed.  She looked around the all you can eat Chinese buffet restaurant.  She saw about a dozen Super Steroid Girls wolfing down huge plates of food.  All of them at "normal" height.  "Are you full, Amanda?", asked Keira Knightley.  She grinned impishly at Amanda and playfully bumped Amanda's shoulder with her own.  Shaken out of her reverie, Amanda responded, "Yes I am.  I thought I wouldn't be so hungry now that I can shrink to "normal" size.  But I guess not."  Keira nodded while stuffing her face full of food.
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Later that day, Amanda Seyfried was doing squats in Giant Gym with a weight the size of a car when suddenly the normal sounds of the gym disappeared.  Amanda racked her weight and looked around.  Everyone was staring at the gym entrance.  A 25' tall woman had just entered the gym.  Her shoulders and lats were so wide she had trouble getting through the 15' wide entrance.  Amanda wondered why she didn't just shrink to "normal" size and enter.  Unfortunately her beautiful blonde hair covered her face as she entered so no one could tell who she was.  When she stood up she was so muscular and tall the gym members still couldn't see her face.   A blue bikini framed her huge 12-pack abs.  Amanda was intrigued because as far as she knew, she was the tallest and most muscular member of Giant Gym.  She had to know who this newcomer was.  The mystery girl's legs were so muscular she had trouble walking and shambled purposefully through the gym causing a low rumble as she passed.  This mystery girl was light years more muscular than Amanda.  She looked like pure power personified.  Everyone in the gym was following her to get a look at her.  The mystery girl did not seem to notice them.  Amanda saw the girl's giant traps soared 3' above her head.  She then realized she would have to turn her entire body around to see the girls behind her (as Amanda herself had to do, nowadays).  And she seemed intent on starting her workout.  Her enormous back muscles throbbed with limitless power as she walked.  After what seemed an eternity the mystery girl stopped at the lat pulldown machine.  She frowned as she adjusted the specially made weight far higher than it had ever been set before.  Then she adjusted the seat.   Other gym members crowded around and discovered Amber Heard was the mystery girl.  A gasp was heard throughout the gym.  Amanda closed her mouth and thought.  Amber hadn't been seen since she first got the Super Steroid and her membership with Giant Gym.  How had she gotten so big?  Where had she been training?  Why did she come back?  As she was peppered with questions from the Super Steroid Girls, Amber slipped on a pair of earbuds while smiling a secret smile and chuckled with a self-satisfied powerful low bass sound.  She gripped the pulldown bar and began her set.  Her vast lats slowly unfolded like wings.  They grew wider and wider until finally they stopped growing at 16', 3' wider than Amanda's!  As she pumped the immensely heavy weight, Amber's biceps also slowly grew until they were over 5' tall!  Amanda closed her mouth again and shooed away the gawking gym girls, silently vowing to get to the bottom of this mystery.

After Amber Heard was done with her workout, Amanda Seyfried walked up to her and asked her to come with her to Amanda's office at the back of the gym.  She was burning with curiousity about how she got so muscular.  Amber agreed and they both entered the office.  Amber barely squeezed through, even though it was 15' wide.

She sat on a reinforced chair and began her explanation.  "After you gave me the Super Steroid, I was curious to see if I could improve it.  I majored in biochemistry in college and dabble a bit.  I reverse-engineered and improved it, as you can see."  She flexed a bicep in demonstration.  Amanda gazed with jealousy at Amber's giant bicep as it slowly rose to over 5' tall.  "Are you planning to share the formula with us?", she asked.  "Of course!", Amber replied, smiling.  "Why haven't we seen you until now?", asked Amanda.  "Where were you?".  "Well, I had to perfect the formula and that took time.  And I also had to work out with special weights that I had made.  I was working on the formula in France, so I bought a warehouse there and had the special weights brought in so I could work out."  "Did you know about the Mean Girls Squad?", asked Amanda.  "Yeah, I saw reports about it on the news."  That's one reason I came here.  The other reason was to give you the improved formula so we can take those bitches down!"  "How much time will it take for the new formula to take effect?", asked Amanda.  "A few days, according to my calculations", replied Amber.  "How much improved formula did you bring?", asked Amanda.  She really wanted to get huge.  Amber laughed, "enough for you and the rest of the girls here at the moment.  I have a lab in town where I can make more.  Just text me a list of who needs it and I'll make that amount."  Amber handed Amanda a vial of blue liquid.  Amanda immediately drank it down and smiled.  "Just do your normal routine and in a few days you'll be as muscular as me," said Amber.  She made her enormous pecs dance and grinned impishly.    "What about the ability to shrink down to normal size?", asked Amanda.  "Did you know about that?".  Amber shook her head.  "Well, it's pretty easy.  I'll teach you.  That will make it easier for you to get through doors".  She giggled at Amber and explained how the shrinking worked.
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Iggy Azalea was doing finger pushups in the gym area of the Mean Girls fallout shelter.  Her enormously muscled 20' tall body bulged with limitless power as she effortlessly made her body rise and sink.  Bored, she glanced at the muted tv fastened high on a pillar above her.  The screen showed Amanda Seyfried walking into Giant Gym.  Iggy quickly got up, grabbed the remote in her giant hands and turned the sound back on.  "...recently seen entering her private gym much smaller than we're used to seeing her.  The image shifted to a young woman and a reporter outside Giant Gym.  "You say you work here, ma'am?", asked the reporter.  The woman nodded.  "Is Amanda always at her 5'3" height inside her gym?", the reporter asked.  "No", said the woman.  "She always grows back to 25' tall once she gets inside.", the woman said.  "An interesting development at Giant Gym, to be sure.", said the reporter.  The screen showed a male new anchor.  "I've heard there's another development there at the gym, Molly.  Tell us about it".  The screen showed a 25' tall enormously muscular blonde woman wearing a blue bikini.  She had just landed in front of Giant Gym.  Her face was hidded because the camera was filming her at such a low vantage point.  Then she turned and squeezed into the 15' wide doors of the gym with great difficulty.  The female reporter's voice could be heard while the showed the giant woman.  "Well, Ken, remember how we recently got reports of an enormously muscular blonde woman entering Giant Gym?  Well, our sources say that was actually Amber Heard.  "Incredible!, said Ken.  She's far more muscular than Amanda Seyfried, who was previously the most muscular woman in L.A.!  How did Ms. Heard get so muscular, Molly?", asked Ken.  "Sources tell us Ms. Heard created an improved version of the Super-Steroid", said Molly.  "Apparently it takes a few days to start working.  We should start seeing the rest of the Super Steroid Girls looking even larger any day, now.  Back to you."  Iggy muted the sound again.  "What are we gonna do, Paris?", Iggy asked, turning to Paris Hilton.

25' tall Paris was doing bicep curls with a fully-loaded weight bar instead of a dumbbell.  Her muscle-bloated veiny bicep grew over 4' tall at each rep.  Sitting on a gym bench, she carefully put the weight bar on the ground with one hand.  It still made a loud clanging noise.  The massively muscular blonde behemoth couldn't turn her head anymore because her neck was so muscular.  Even if she could, all she would see were muscular lats towering 2' over her head.  Her vast muscles bulged with power.  Barefoot and clad only in a pink two-piece bikini, she looked like a blonde goddess.  She had a supermodel face with long blonde hair spilling onto her mighty heaving chest with dinner plate pecs.  Her bull neck was framed by delts that looked like giant prize-winning pumpkins.  Her enormous biceps were 2' tall, even unflexed.  She absently clenched her giant fists and her huge forearms bulged out.  She had giant 10-pack abs each one bigger than a softball.  Her abs were framed by rock-solid obliques.  She had an Adonis Belt which flowed into her titanic quads that looked like giant tree trunks.  Her gigantic calves could easily be seen from the front.  As she turned her enormously wide back, her back muscles undulated, revealing huge peaks and valleys. 

"Oh, Kesha's been working on reverse-engineering the serum we stole from the Super Sluts", replied Paris, smiling.  "And she's also been working on improving it.  She said she'd be finished in a few days.  As for being able to shrink to normal size, we should all try it.  After all, if they can do it (she jabbed her large thumb towards the muted tv which showed a 25' tall enormously muscular Amanda Seyfried working out in an orange bikini), we certainly can.  Just concentrate", she said to Iggy.

Iggy nodded and they both concentrated.  After a few minutes, they both began shrinking.  After examining themselves, they saw they were still muscular, but weren't as strong as they were at full height.  Then they tried growing to their giant size.  It took longer, but after awhile they grew back to giant size.  They practiced and soon could shrink and grow at will.  They both began texting the other Mean Girls about how to shrink and grow.

"I think as a reward for our efforts we should play now", said Paris.  She held her smartphone in her giant hand, making it look like a toy.  She noticed it was nighttime.  For the Mean Girls, "playing" meant terrorizing the citizens of L.A. after nightfall.  The wore their masks and robbed everyone they met.  This time it would be even more fun than usual, now that they knew how to shrink and grow at will.  Iggy's eyes shone like she was about to open Christmas presents.  "Kesha will meet us at the usual place, where the fun will begin", said Paris.  They had to take care that their fallout shelter wasn't discovered, so they took precautions.  They shrunk to normal size and put sunglasses on.  They would switch to their masks just before "playing".  Then they exited the fallout shelter into the dark  L.A. night, clad only in two-piece bikini's, with duffle bags on their backs.
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Kesha was waiting for them under a street light, already in her shrunken, normal height.  She was wearing sunglasses and a two-piece bikini.  Iggy tossed Kesha a spare duffle bag and a mask.  Kesha put the sunglasses in the bag and put it over her sholder.  Then she put on the mask (All the girls' masks looked like the one Robin, Batman's ward wore).  She was about to grow to giant height when Paris said, "Wait!  it'll be more fun if we grow after we see our prey!"  "OK, sorry, my bad.  It's just habit", said Kesha with a secret smile.  She had a suprise for the girls, later.  Each girl grabbed each other's hand as they walked into the night to "play".
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Paris led them to the bad part of town, which was very dark.  Suddenly, a group of six gang members appeared from an alley.  They saw three model-gorgeous girls they could have their way with.  The girls instantly turned to face the gang.  "What have we here, guys?  You girls wanna have some fun?", asked their leader, leering.  Paris Hilton smiled.  "What do you say, girls?  Ready for some fun?"  All the girls made appreciative and seductive remarks to the gang.  This was turning out to be a great evening, thought the gang leader as he took a step toward the girls.  Suddenly, each of the girls erupted in both size and muscularity, to the growing horror of the gang.  Kesha grew from her 5'9" height until she reached 25' tall.  As they all grew, Iggy and Paris were dimly aware that Kesha had only been 20' tall before tonight.  "Had she perfected an improved version of the serum?",  Paris wondered.  She didn't have to wait long, however.  She turned her immense 25' tall muscular body towards Kesha.  However, Paris' muscles paled in comparison to Kesha's, like a candle flame would, compared to the sun.  The blonde behemoth grew until she had traps that rose 3' into the night sky.  Her neck was bigger than a bull's.  Her delts were bigger than large prize-winning pumpkins.  Her shoulders were 16' wide.  Her flexed biceps were over 5' tall and her forearms were half that.  Her mighty obliques jutted out, framing her 12-pack cobblestone abs.  Each ab was bigger than a softball.  She had an Adonis Belt, below which were beer keg sized quads.  Her calves were so big they could easily be seen from the front.  She flexed her lats, which blew out on each side of her like a giant sail, 16' wide.  her vast back was covered with huge muscles that created hills and valleys along its surface.  She looked like a blonde goddess, beautiful and terrible.

Iggy Azalea felt a light tap on one of her enormous, muscular quads.  She looked down and saw a gang member stabbing her with a Bowie knife, hate in his eyes.  He couldn't even break her skin with it.  In a flash, she grabbed his knife and put it between her giant hands.  Then she pushed each hand together, crushing it as if it were clay.  She tossed the squashed piece of metal aside and grabbed the gang member.

Paris Hilton felt a light rain falling around her giant pecs.  She looked down to see all but one of the gang shooting her with assault rifles.  She barely felt the bullets and took no damage at all.  Laughing, she grabbed a gang member in each of her enormous hands and used their arms to aim their rifles at their own comrades, striking two of them dead.

The remaining gang member was hitting one of Kesha's incredibly muscular quads with brass knuckles.  She barely felt it and took no damage.  He looked up at her and saw she had a "come hither" look in her heavy-lidded eyes along with a Mona Lisa smile.  He realized she was enjoying his futile efforts and tried to run.  The enormously muscular blonde grabbed one of his legs and dangled him in the air while he screamed.  She chuckled at him in a low, powerful rumbling voice.  She grabbed both his shoulders and pulled him apart like a wishbone.  Just enough to give him something to really scream about (She didn't inflict any permanent damage on him, though.  That would have been too easy.  Just knowing she could have, turned her on).

Smiling, Paris asked the girls, "Wallets and phones?"  The girls nodded.  Each had grabbed all the gang members' wallets and cellphones and stuffed them in their duffle bags.  "Good!  Now it's playtime!", said Paris.  She turned the two gang members in her hands toward each other and shouted for them to shoot each other.  She squeezed them for motivation.  Iggy and Kesha had wrapped large metal poles around the two remaining gang members and turned to watch the show.  After she had her fun, she also wrapped her two gang members in large metal poles.  Paris looked at Kesha. "So that's why you wanted to grow, earlier?", she teased.  "You improved the serum?  Got enough for the rest of us?".  Kesha laughed, "Yeah, I do.  You can have it after we get home".  Paris nodded, satisfied.  The girls blew kisses at the bewildered remaining gang members as they shrunk to normal size.  "Ready, ladies?", asked Paris, grinning beneath her mask.  "Then the three girls leapt into the night sky to "play" some more.  The night was young, after all.
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Emmylou Brown gazed at the Z-Tube video on her smartphone.  The smartphone looked very tiny in her enormous hand.  It showed the Mean Girl Squad robbing a bank in Los Angeles.  Then she used her smartphone voice commands to watch another video.  Her voice had a powerful low bass sound.  The kind of voice you always paid close attention to.  This showed Amanda Seyfried being interviewed by a reporter in her gym.  Then she watched a video showing Amanda walking into Giant Gym at her normal 5'3" height.  Then it showed her at 25' tall and incredibly muscular.
Emmylou hadn't put much thought into growing either more muscular or taller until she heard about the Super Steroid Girls.  Being a geneticist, she had long ago figured out how to "improve" herself through genetic manipulation.  This was how she gained her super-strength, gigantic muscles and 8'6" height.  Judging from the news reports about the S.S.G., she was sure she was about as strong as they were.  Given the threat from the M.G.S., she felt it her duty to help Amanda defeat that threat.  That and her curiousity about whether they were stronger than her.  From her successful efforts to improve herself, she knew it would be easy to use genetic manipulation to give herself the ability to both grow up to 25' tall and become as muscular as the S.S.G.  It certainly helped that Emmylou was a multimilionaire who owned her own genetics research company, GeneTec. in Portland, Oregon.

She smiled as she flexed her biceps from her 25' height.  They slowly grew until they measured 5' from the top of her biceps to the bottom of her triceps.  Enormous twin bulges of her traps erupted from her back.  They soared 3' above her head into the afternoon sky.  She had gorgeous long blonde hair framing her face like a golden waterfall.  She had the face of a supermodel with beautiful blue eyes.  Her neck bulged with so much muscle, it was bigger than a bull's.  Her delts were bigger than large prize-winning pumpkins.  Her shoulders were 16' wide.  Her forearms measured 2'6" from top to bottom.  Her gigantic muscled chest had pecs bigger than pillows.  A purple two-piece bikini covered her privates.  She was barefoot.  Her monstrous back showed titanic peaks and valleys of muscles.  Her lats were 16' wide and resembled enormous flesh wings.  Her huge obliques framed her 12-pack abs, each bigger than a softball.  She had an Adonis Belt on her hips which led to garbage can-sized quads.  Her calves were slightly smaller than her quads and could easily be seen from the front.  She had been standing outside the entrance of her company.  She quickly shrank back to her normal 8'6" height, bent her powerful legs and leaped 1,000 km. in the air toward L.A.

She arrived in L.A. nine minutes later, her muscular legs bunching up as she landed outside the entrance to Giant Gym.  "I'll have to do some tweaking so my leaps are faster", she thought to herself as she walked through the doors out of the L.A. sun into the cool gym.

She walked past the check-in desk, ignoring the clerk's pleas to sign in.  She saw dozens of giant, hugely muscular women who looked like supermodels.  She recognized Adriana Lima, who actually WAS a supermodel.  Now in more ways than one, as she walked past.  Each step the monstrously muscular 25' tall Lima took caused the ground to tremble like a small earthquake.  "Excuse me?", said a low bass voice above Emmylou.  She looked up to the voice's owner to find an incredibly muscular 25' tall Emily Blunt looking down at her.  "I don't recognise you.  And anyway, you don't meet the height requirement.  Let's get you checked in, yeah?"  She put a giant arm on Emmylous's shoulder to turn her back toward the check-in desk.  "Strange", thought Emily.  "I can barely budge her.  Who is this woman?"  Putting on a Cheshire Cat grin, Emmylou instantly grew to 25' tall, growing exponentially more muscular as she did so.  Emily forgot herself, dropped her giant hand from Emmylou's now enormous, muscular shoulder and opened her mouth in shock.  "Who are you?", she asked Emmylou in a low bass rumbling voice.  "Yeah.  Are you one of the Mean Girls Squad?", asked a new voice.  The voice had the same low, powerful bass quality all S.S.G. seemed to have.  Yet it also sounded familiar to Emmylou.  She turned toward the voice and recognized Amanda Seyfried, her 16' lats fully flexed.  She looked angry and even more impressively muscular in person than she did in the video.  It seemed every S.S.G. in the gym was behind Amanda and they all looked pissed!  Emmylou put her giant hands out in front of her in a conciliatory gesture.  "I'm not from the Mean Girls Squad", said Emmylou.  "I'm a scientist.  I came to help you guys against them."  Amanda gave Emmylou a skeptical look.  She wasn't aware of anyone making the Super Steroid independently.  If she was telling the truth, she could be a great asset.  And they needed all the help they could get against the M.G.S.  "All right", said Amanda.  "We could use both your brains and brawn against the M.G.S.  You're in.  But we're keeping an eye on you.  Don't make us regret it!"  Amanda turned to Emily.  "Get her signed in, then we'll have a chat about how you can help us."  Emily and Emmylou nodded.  Emily gestured to Emmylou to follow her back to the check-in desk, which she did.  Emmylou's scientific mind spun as she made a mental note to increase her strength to equal the S.S.G. at her earliest opportunity.

-To Be Continued. 

[nickolai]

A little bit of necro here but I just discovered this story and it's great.  Not a huge fan of women over 8ft, but otherwise I enjoyed it a ton.  Great job!