#PREVIEWS + INTERACTIVE: - A Day at the Park [MagnusMagneto] #EXPLICIT

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[Author's Note:  This is a simultaneously experimental and 'safe' piece.  It's experimental in that it's told from the second-person, and as a result should feel very personal.  The plot itself is fairly by the books, but should be thrilling nonetheless!  If the format is popular, then there may be more second-person stories coming in the future!

Currently I am planning on this being a one-off, but like so many of my stories, the more I get into it, the more I can see it being a two-parter.  I'll keep you updated as it progresses.]


A Day at the Park *EXPLICIT*
By MagnusMagneto
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1.)

You're at the local state park with your girlfriend, Helen.  The two of you are in your 20's, and are both fairly average for your perspective genders:  5'10" and 165 pounds for you; 5'4" and 150 pounds for her (though she may actually be a bit more than that...). 

It's a beautiful day outside at around 10 AM.  To your surprise, the park is fairly empty; in fact, you're pretty much the only two people you see at all.  It is a weekday, but you still suspected that there would be retired people walking their dogs, or shift workers like yourselves that have a day off. 

Part of the reason why you're out with Helen today is her new "initiative to lose weight" that you've been roped you into.  Truthfully, you don't really need to lose weight, though you're certainly not in great shape either.  Helen is very much what you would call 'curvy' or 'thick'.  You're glad to see that she's making an effort to turn things around, and you're willing to help her by accompanying her on a hike today; plus, it's fun to spend some time with her in a new setting.

Helen's hair is brilliant bright blond, and shimmers brightly as the sun's golden rays fall upon it.  She's wearing a tank-top and shorts; her ample figure spilling out of both.  Her body is not unsightly however, as Helen is blessed with a body that is able to pack away extra body-fat into tight, feminine curves. 

The two of you make your way onto the central hiking trail.  This state park has a variety of interconnecting trails situated around an extremely large hill; large enough that many local residents have mistakenly referred to it as a mountain.

As Helen walks in front of you, her large round bottom sways to and fro.  You can't help but imagine what it will look like after she loses some weight.  You wonder if it would be possible to convince her to start weight training in addition to her other exercises.  With ample squatting, Helen's bottom could ascend into something wondrous.

Suddenly, Helen says, "I've got such a great feeling about today!"  She's especially cheerful.

"Oh yeah?  Why's that?" you respond.

"Hard to explain, just a feeling I have.  I think something big is going to happen."

"Riiiight.  Well, maybe today is the day we have a little forest-action?"  You ask, getting your hopes up.

"Hey!  I can't believe your mind has already gone to that!" she replies, shooting you a funny look.

"What?  How can I help myself when I have this great view of your backside?" 

"Oooh, you're really cheeky!"  She slows down and matches your pace, "Ha!  That'll serve you!"

"You think that's going to stop me?"  You reply with a smirk on your face.

"I don't see how it doesn't..."

Without saying another word, you reach over and grab onto her yoga-pants covered bottom, squeezing a surprisingly firm and ample cheek; your hand fails to encompass the sizable bubble.

"HEY!  This is a public park!" Helen shouts.

You shrug, "It's supposed to be, yeah, but I haven't seen a single other person around.  In fact, our car was literally the only one in the parking lot today..."

"Well... I guess you have a point." She concedes.  "I'm just surprised you like that thing so much." Referring to her rump.

"Why wouldn't I?  It's one of your best features."  You mischievously retort.

"I won't disagree with that, but I'm telling you babe, once operation weight loss goes into full swing, it's going to be way better than it is now." 

"Hmm... we'll see."  You reply, still holding onto the feminine lump in question, "Say, I normally wouldn't bring up this kind of thing, but since you're going on about changing your butt, have you considered doing squats?"

Fortunately, Helen doesn't seem to take the question the wrong way, "Actually, yeah, I have.  I've been reading about how I really should be weight training if I want to change my body.  I guess I'm just kind of afraid that you'll hate if I pack on muscle.  My body seems to put away fat so easily, which I've read may be an indicator that I gain lean mass pretty quickly too."

You wonder how to approach this.  The truth is, you love muscular women, though it's something of a secret.  You've dreamt many times what Helen would look and feel like if her excess body fat was instead replaced with proud, rippling muscle; although, in your fantasy, Helen still somehow retains her impressive bosom.

After a moment of consideration, you finally respond: "Well, obviously I don't want to push you into anything you're uncomfortable with, but if you were to build up your muscles, you can rest assured that I'd support you all the way."

Helen seems somewhat surprised, "Really?  You would?  I mean... if I were to try, it's possible that I'd get really buff..."

You quickly recall a cheeky quote to use in a situation like this, "Hey, you know what they say: Arnold Schwarzenegger didn't accidentally become as buff as he is.  If you start lifting and you feel like you're gaining too much muscle, you can just stop."

"True.  True."  Helen concedes. 

A few moments later, she starts laughing.

"What's up?" you ask.

"I just" she laughs again, "Oh man, I can't stop imagining myself with Ahnald muscles" she explains, intentionally mispronouncing the actor's name for comedic effect.  Helen mockingly flexes her arms, which, to no surprise, accomplishes little.

"Heh, yeah..." The truth is, you HAVE imagined this; well, something like it at least.  "That would be pretty crazy... huh?"  There's something off with the tone of your voice.  You know that it's because Helen having super muscles is a fantasy of yours, though you're pretty positive she doesn't understand this.

"Yeah... crazy..."

A few moments of silence pass before she finally speaks again, "Well, what WOULD you think if I had Schwarze-muscles?"

"I'm not really sure how I can respond to that since it's impossible."  You try dodge the question for the time being. 

"Oh come on, that's no fun.  Just imagine it.  Like, if I had big, bursting muscles on my body.  I'd be the same height, but, with like... I dunno, biceps as big as my head!"

Deep down you want to exclaim that you'd love it and would go so far as to worship those mighty arms, but you don't want to freak Helen out.  Instead you decide to keep deferring for the time being to determine precisely what she thinks about the topic.  "If that were the case, your arms would be a lot larger than Arnold's.  Most human heads are around 28 inches in circumference when measured vertically around.  Although, they're really like 22 inches when you measure horizontally for a hat or whatever, but that doesn't really match up to the visual of a flexed bicep.  I guess, when following the second measurement that Arnold biceps would match up, but, yeah, I think you get the point."

"Errr... Why do you know that?"

You blink a couple of times.  The truth is, you know this because you once read a female muscle growth story in which one of the girls flexed up a bicep "as large as her boyfriend's head" and you wanted to know exactly how big that was.

"Oh, I took an anatomy course in college."  You lie.

"Huh.  Interesting you remembered such a weird fact.  Well, okay then, what if I had arms even bigger than Arnold's?"

Uh oh.  You mentally curse to yourself that your attempt to sidetrack the conversation was entirely ineffective.  Not ready to quite play out your hand, you continue the game for a bit longer, "Well, I guess it depends on if you still have your boobs and hips."

Helen takes a few moments to process what you've said before she responds, "Huh.  You know, that's a good point."

"It is?"  You instantly realize that it actually IS a good point...

"Yeah, it is."  Helen confirms, "Like, I guess if you think about it, most of those bodybuilder chicks end up looking kind of gross to most guys since they lose their breasts.  The ones that really take it to the extreme have altered faces, deeper voices, that sorta stuff.  So...  Huh.  Well, I guess for the sake of this little thought-experiment of ours, let's presume that I'm somehow able to keep my boobs, and that my hips remain proportionately wide.  My voice also stays feminine, as does my face and everything else."

"So, just to clarify, you'd be something like one of those muscular female comic book characters?"

"Huh... I guess?  I can't really think of any.  But, sure, I guess I'd be pretty unrealistic.  It's a fantasy afterall."

Time to finally admit some truth, "Well, sure.  Under all of those stipulations, yeah, some Arnold muscles would be cool on you."  You explain before quickly adding: "Of course, I'd always love you regardless of you look like.  What really matters is what you want."

"Hmmm..."  Helen starts to giggle

"what's so funny?"

"I just can't stop thinking about me with big, powerful muscles.  I mean, let's get real, assuming I did get to keep my curves, I'd definitely look a lot better with them than all this flab."

You remain silent.

Fortunately, Helen continues to speak: "And, you know, since I'd have some body fat, I'd get all the benefits of muscles.  So I'd be full of energy and super strong.  In fact, if my understanding is correct, I'd potentially be a lot stronger than most bodybuilders since that super-ripped look lowers their performance.  This little fantasy is sounding better by the moment.  I bet I'd be able to pick you up and carry you around all the time!"  She giggles again.

"Would you... be bothered by that?  Being stronger than your boyfriend?"

Helen shrugs.  "I'm a modern girl.  I'm cool with being the powerful one.  I think the real question is if YOU'D be bothered by having a stronger girlfriend."

"Yeah, sure.  As long as our relationship doesn't suffer or anything like that."

Helen considers the past exchange for a few moments, then replies: "Well...  What would you think about me having some realistic muscles?  You know, like, maybe I lift heavy, go hard, and see what happens?"
"I'd support you all the way."  You reply with a warm smile.

"But would you like it?  Real talk, this isn't a trap or whatever.  Do you think I'd look better with muscle on my body instead of fat?  Don't lie."

You're somewhat reluctant to respond despite her assurances, but ultimate give in, "Yeah.  You would.  Again I have to reiterate that I love you just the-"

"That settles it!"  You're interrupted, "This afternoon after this hike I'm going to hit the weights!  It'll be all your fault when I turn into a muscle-beast!" Helen giggles playfully.

Your heart rapidly accelerates as you spend the next dozen minutes in silence wondering what lies ahead in your future.


2.)

You've been hiking with Helen for about 20 minutes since you had your discussion about her building muscles.  Despite her initial bravado, Helen is trailing behind you.  Your mind has been wandering for a bit, and you failed to notice just how far back she is.

"Hey, can we hold up for a bit?" you hear her voice calling from behind.

You turn around, and head over towards Helen.  The two of you stop at the half-way point between you.

You look over at Helen, panting and heaving as she catches her breath.  Sweat is dripping down from her forehead, and is accumulating at her joints.  The truth is, you don't really find her to be especially attractive in this state.  You really hate to admit it, and feel horrible for feeling this way, but if she did have a body chiseled with rippling muscle, you'd likely feel quite differently.  In fact, if the sweat was accentuating a statuesque physique, you'd likely be quite aroused.  Instead, she's just a little off-putting right now, and your stomach wrenches with guilt. 

Still, you reason to yourself that as long as you love her, that's all that really matters.  Plus, maybe she really will build up a diesel body...

Fortunately, the awkward silence is broken by Helen finally speaking, "Hey, look at that." She says, pointing upward at the sun, covering her eyes as she looks directly at it.

"Whoa..."  You immediately know what she's getting at: the sun is... pink; the sky is painted like a sunset, but it's 11 AM.  Or is it?  You pull out your phone to double-check the time, and maybe to catch a weather report about the weird looking sky.  After tapping the screen, it's confirmed that the time is indeed a little after 11, but for some reason you have no connection at all.

"Hey, Helen..." you start, "Is your phone working?  I have no service apparently."

Helen reaches into her pocket and retrieves her phone.   A few moments later she reports, "Same here.  That's weird, I've been on this trail before and never had a problem..."

You wonder if the sudden loss of cellular connection is correlated with the strange pink sky.

"Wow... I've never noticed how great the sun feels on my skin."  Helen says, stretching her exposed arms upward and outward towards the sky.  Her skin appears slightly pinker due to the hue of the rays beaming downward.

"What do you mean?"  You reach up with your own arms, but feel no different.  "Same old sun to me.  Plus, I thought you were actually a bit more outdoorsy than I was."

"True.  It's just different this time.  Hard to explain."  She continues twisting around, allowing other parts of her body to be more directly exposed to the sun, absolutely reveling in this alleged sensation that you don't understand.

"Right...  Well, whatever floats your boat."

"Mmmm...  Gosh, I could just sit here forever!  I want more sun!"  Helen takes her tank-top off, revealing her flabby midsection.  She lets out a soft moan of ecstasy as she exposes a greater surface-area of her skin to the sun.

"Well, the hill, mountain, whatever you want to call this, it's tall enough that the higher we go, the closer to the sun we should be; though I'm not sure if the difference will matter that much."  You explain.

"Good enough for me!  Plus, I'm suddenly feeling really recharged.  Let's get going!  Guess I should put this back on..." she says before redressing the tank-top. 

You feel somewhat guilty that you have no objections to her doing so, once again your mind drifts to fantasies of what Helen would look like with a rippling six-pack.  She takes off in front of you, brimming with newfound energy.

Somewhat perplexed, you follow suit.

3.)

You continue walking with Helen for quite some time.  The two of you have been idly chit-chatting to pass the time.  To your surprise, despite being fairly winded not so long ago, Helen seems perfectly fine in keeping pace with you. 

Randomly, Helen looks down at her arms and starts poking them a bit.  A few moments later, you hear "Check THIS out!"  she exclaims, flexing her arms; instead of a small rise of muscle causing her fat to shift around, you notice a large collection of hard looking flesh to form a fairly impressive looking limb.  She reaches over with her left hand and grabs onto her right bicep, kneading it.  After playing with her arm for a short while she lets go, "You should feel this!" she offers.

You reach over and squeeze her arm; to your surprise, underneath the initial layer of fluff it's hard, really hard, and you can barely budge it.  A wicked grin forms on Helen's face, and you feel yourself twitch with arousal at the implausible possibility that your girlfriend has spontaneously developed muscle. 

"You like it." She states with a sparkle in her eyes.

You let go, retracting your hand, thinking about precisely what to respond with.  Finally, you decide, "Of course I do.  It's your arm, and I like you."

Helen's eyes narrow, she seems to be onto your game, "I meant the muscle, dummy."

"Right.  You've always had muscles on your body.  That's why you're nice and thick." 

A half-smile forms on her face.  You're somewhat notorious for being difficult and playing games, and Helen can tell that's exactly what's going on.  "Sure, I've always been thick, but I've never had guns like these."

"Hmm... I dunno about that..."

"Oh yes you do.  You think I haven't noticed that you always grab onto my arms quite a bit during our sessions?"  The half-smile has transformed into a full-on smirk.

"Well..."

"So, either you're an extremely inattentive boyfriend, or you have to admit that these muscles are new."

You swallow.  "Alright.  Fine.  Your arms do seem more solid than usual."

"And you LIKE it!"

You shrug.  "Of course.  Didn't I JUST say that I'd be all over you with Arnold arms?"

"Actually, you said you'd be all over me if I had arms bigger than Arnold."

"Whatever.  Same difference."

-

A few moments pass, and Helen extends her arms outward, as if to flex her triceps.  To your surprise, a discernable bump rises outward.  Wordlessly, you reach over and squeeze it.  While it isn't the rippling horseshoe of power that you've come to associate with a tricep, it is certainly hard; hard enough that you're pretty positive she's never had this before, and it's pretty arousing to touch.  Then again, you can't really recall a time that Helen has 'flexed' in this manner before, so maybe she's always had this muscle underneath.


4.)

You and Helen continue walking for a while.  She's managed to keep pace the entire time, and, in fact, seems to actually be doing better than you are, as you're starting to feel the initial tinges of exhaustion. 

The sky is still pink, although it seems a bit darker than it was before, as if the salmon hue is drawing closer toward red.

It's been about 15 minutes since Helen flexed her arms, and you glance down at her, scrutinizing her body.  You notice that, unless you're mistaken, there's a slightly visible separation between her deltoid and arm.  There are some details in her upper back that you don't recall seeing before.  In general, Helen is looking a lot more appealing than she did earlier this morning.  You're uncertain if this is the result of the darker color of the sun's rays producing flattering lighting, or if she's pumped up from all of this activity, or something else...

Curious, you glance downward and notice that her calves... are positively bulging out!  Instead of a sheen of fat covering her thick lower legs, you can see the distinct outline of a jutting upside down heart of muscle. 

Truthfully, you're getting a little bit winded and could use a few moments to catch your breath.  You decide to kill two birds with one stone by taking a little break while you discuss Helen's calves.

"Hey...  Helen... hold up a minute."   You say, the two of you stopping.

"What's up?"

"Uhh...  Funny question, but...  Well, are those calves new?"  You ask, looking downward at the bulging muscles.

Helen looks perplexed, "What?  Of course I've always had calves, how do you think I walk-" she interrupts herself as her eyes meet the muscles in question, "Oh.  Oh my..." she stands up on her tip-toes, causing the muscle to shift, bulge, and ripple outward.  After pumping herself few times, Helen reaches down and grabs onto her right calf, "This...  Where DID this come from?"

You invite yourself to also grab onto the limb, finding that it's incredibly hard; much harder than her tricep earlier.  In fact, as you dig your fingers in, there's very little give, and you realize there's next to no fat at all.

"Like a little rock, huh?"  Helen mentions with a grin.

After lingering for a few more moments, you finally collect yourself and withdraw your hand.  "It's impressive yeah.  To answer your question, you've probably always had some decent calves, and all of this hiking has pumped them up, making them more apparent."

"Hmmm... I guess that makes sense.  Say, since it is all amped up right now, wanna have a little comparison?"  She giggles.

"A comparison?"

"Yeah, my calf next to yours.  Let's do it now while we're both pumped, and before I start lifting weights." 

"I'm not so sure-"

"Come on!"  She interrupts.  "Don't be a spoil sport."  Not giving you any more room to negotiate, Helen flexes her right calf right next to your legs.

You don't want to start a fight over something as trivial as this, so you relent, tensing your own right calf; the thin slab of muscle tenses slightly.  You're slightly flabbergasted to find that there's no real way to deny it, Helen's calf is visibly larger than yours, and from what you've felt, harder too.

"Wow!  This is awesome!  I gotta get pumped up more often."  Helen giggles,  "In fact, I wonder if..."  she walks over to a nearby log, stands on top of it with her right foot alone, and proceeds to pump herself up and down with only that leg.  The muscles dance as they suddenly become larger and more striated right before your very eyes.  You turn your gaze upward, and notice that there seems to be less fat covering her hamstrings; in fact, there appears to be visible chords of muscle straining against the back of her thigh.

After pumping her calf up further, Helen walks over and compares it with yours again.  "Wow babe.  There's no denying it, I may have a bit of fat, but my leg muscles are way harder, more defined, and probably a lot stronger than yours!" she giggles.  Helen glances over at the tent forming in your pants, "Jeeze, if I knew you liked muscles on me this much, I would've started working out months ago!"

You find your arousal rising to uncomfortable levels.  You want to take Helen right there and then.  There's nobody around, so you can't imagine there being any consequences, but you still ere on the side of caution.  Wanting to keep your mind off of your girlfriend's sudden muscles, you propose that you keep walking.  Helen smiles and agrees.

You glance up at the sun, which appears to be slightly darker and slightly closer to crimson.  What does it mean, and is Helen truly transforming right before your eyes?

* * * * *

(What will happen next?  Is Helen's sudden musculature a result of a 'pump', or is there more at play here?  What does the sudden shift of the sky's color mean?  What would Helen look like with big muscles anyway?

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Day at the Park
By MagnusMagneto
Chapter 2 - Preview
[Explicit Sexual Content]

(This is a preview of my upcoming Patreon Story: A Day at the Park Chapter 2.  This story has explicit sexual content and lots of growth!  I  highly encourage everyone to check it out, regardless of whether they will be supporting the full release.  If you like what you see, and you want to help me write as much as I do, please pledge to my Patreon:  You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login before the evening of June 30th. )

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<b>You</b> went hiking at a nearby park with your girlfriend, <b>Helen</b>.  Your relationship is good, and you love one another, but Helen is bothered by her weight - which is a bit on the heavy side.  Truthfully, you wouldn't mind if she lost some weight.  Or even better, gained some muscle.  Helen doesn't know, but you secretly lust for female muscle, so much so that you've spent many an evening reading Female Muscle Growth Stories and looking at art of impossibly muscled girls. 

Towards the start of your hike, Helen explains that she would like to really take her resolution of getting fit seriously.  She discusses the possibility of lifting weights to reach her goal faster.  This veers into a conversation where hypothetical futures where Helen has muscle are raised.  You try to play it cool, but she keeps pressing the issue.  Ultimately, you admit that provided she still kept her womanly curves, breasts, and facial structure, that huge muscles would also be great on her.  You laugh it off by claiming that such a thing is completely impossible, which generally speaking, is true.

The hike continues and the sun begins to turn a strange pink-ish color.  Helen notes that her phone has lost reception, and you check and find that the same is true for yours.  You continue on for a while.  The park you're at has a very tall hill with a summit at the top, and the two of you generally want to reach the summit, but mutually understand that with both of your current fitness levels this likely won't happen.  For a while, nothing of note happens, other than your girlfriend continuing to tease you about the prior muscle discussion, her insisting that she's going to start lifting weights and becoming jacked - which causes you to grow fairly aroused at the thought of Dawn transforming like in one of the stories you've read.

More time passes, and you start to get tired.  Dawn on the other hand seems to be brimming with energy, which surprises you since she is generally quite unathletic.  On a lark, she flexes her arms and you give them a squeeze - they're harder than you thought they'd be.  She notes how thrilled you seem to be upon feeling her arms, and teases you accordingly.

The hike continues, and you eventually take another break.  You notice that her lower body is looking a bit more impressive than usual, and she shows off her calves.  You have a comparison, and it seems undeniable that Dawn's calves are actually more impressive than yours.  You and Helen both do some squats: you find yourself stopping at around 15, but Helen goes all the way to 50.  Her legs immediately look bigger and stronger just from that small amount of exercise.  You conclude that Dawn always had these muscles, but they were hidden underneath her fluff, and just needed to be pumped up to bring out.

Helen suggests that you grope and admire her legs, which you do - feeling the powerful muscles with your fingers.  Between the attention you've paid to her, and general feeling of endorphins, Helen becomes quite aroused.  All former pretenses of modesty now gone, she services you and does something you truly weren't expecting: she rubs her spunk on her arms like some kind of sunscreen. 

You're a bit weirded out by her action, but the wo of you continue the hike, Helen still seemingly entirely unaffected by the exercise she just performed.  More time passes, and your energy reserves deplete further.  You come to another clearing and take a breather once more, though you're the only one who needs it.  While you rest, Helen moves over to a nearby sturdy tree branch, and starts performing strict pull ups.  You had no idea that Helen was able to do this, since she's on the larger size.  You're even more surprised to find that Helen's back seems... ripped?  She even goes so far as to incorporate some leg raises. 

After her workout, Helen drops down and flexes her muscles, which are undeniably larger than before.  The prospect of your girlfriend undergoing honest to goodness female muscle growth drives you wild, which she picks up on, and proceeds to milk you once more.  This time she rubs the proceeds on her abdomen, and moments later, he midsection—formerly flabby and unimpressive—sports six bulging abdominals.  Overjoyed by what's happening, you're ready for action again within a mere matter of minutes.  You're a healthy young man, but you're pretty positive that you haven't been this virile before.  Either way, Helen has already gripped you once more, claiming that she's going to keep becoming stronger and stronger until she makes "Ah-nuld look like a weak, impotent, little boy next to me!".  The chapter ends with her lips around your shaft, and you releasing into her awaiting mouth...


1.)  Immediately After Chapter 1

You've never released so much in your life.  Pump after pump, it keeps coming, flowing into Helen's warm, sensual, and eager mouth.  This is even more remarkable because only a few minutes prior, you just shattered a record for ejaculation; yet here you are, producing even more than that.  Helen continues to rub and caress you, moving her lips in such a way that your sense of pleasure is completely overloaded.  You both desperately want as much of your seed to enter her as possible, as every drop will serve to make her even stronger.

After well over twenty contractions of release, you start to slow down.  Helen redoubles her efforts, takes a breath and groans, "Come on baby, turn me into a goddess!" she pleads - you thought you were emptied, but somehow a small reserve is found, and you continue to expunge more of the super powering seed down Helen's throat.

Another dozen contractions pass, and you're finally fully tapped out.  You feel completely and utterly exhausted, and fall back onto your bottom, physically panting. 

Helen on the other hand has her eyes clenched shut, and she's groaning with pure ecstasy, beyond that which you've ever heard before.  Your pride is momentarily injured from the idea that your ejaculate has provided more pleasure for Helen than sex, but you quickly dash those silly thoughts in anticipation for what's to come.

Your hype is rewarded, and Helen's entire body begins to tremble and quake, similar to how her arms and abs reacted earlier.  Another groan from Helen is accompanied by a sound similar to flesh tearing: all of your girlfriend's muscles seem to be growing right in front of your eyes.  The foundation of her body shifts first:  her clavicle, rib cage, and similar bones seem to be expanding - her entire upper half widening slightly; her pelvis similarly grows wider as well.  For a moment, she looks slightly misshapen. 

Then the fun comes.  All of the muscles on her frame begin to fill out slightly.  Since her top is off, you're first drawn to her upper half.  First her pecs fill out further: the line between the center of her chest plunges down deeper, and as a result each pec seems to jut out a bit farther out; a few lines of definition dance across each pectoral, and you can undeniably see that she has muscle on her chest - in fact, hers seems to be flatter, wider, and better formed than your own; Helen's breasts remain the same size, but are propped up a bit higher thanks to the muscle underneath them.

Next her traps simultaneously rise higher and wider, taking on a far more definite shape.  Helen's shoulders push out a bit, becoming rounder and looking more like true muscles.  She finally opens her eyes, and seems to be aware of what's happening.  With a grin on her face, she slowly brings her right arm up and tenses it, watching it grow in real time as the bicep tenses up to new heights, small striations of definition running aside it - even a small vein is visible from where you sit. 

You look over to her torso, it has actually widened slightly, yet still appears proportionately smaller than before; her lats are flaring out further, and are fully visible while looking at her from the front.  You lower your gaze to her tummy, and notice that each abdominal muscle is slowly engorging itself; her serratus anterior and oblique muscles are becoming visible, the last vestiges of fat have all but receded; a bottom pair of abdominals is more apparent, giving the apperance of an eight-pack; and a v-shaped Apollo's belt has taken form.

Helen's thighs threaten to burst forth from her shorts, despite their stretchy material.  Her legs, which once jiggled with fat from the smallest movement, now appear to be carved out of stone.  A deep cut down the center gives her leg an appearance similar to a tear-drop.  Despite her apparent growth, Helen now has a 'thigh gap': at tiny window of light right beneath her crotch between her legs; this area had formerly been filled in, but was now visible thanks to an advantageous redistribution of mass.

A strange improvement:  Helen's knees appear to be more solid, yet also more aesthetically pleasing.  Right beneath them is a wide burst of muscle as her calves flare out; even looking at her head-on, you can see the large bulge of muscle flaring out behind her shins.

Helen's skin seems to be glowing slightly, though you're still not positive if that's a side effect of her transformation, or caused by the light-red sun's glistening rays.  You think it might be the former, because her hair is also a bit longer, reaching past her shoulders now.  Despite having recently grown, it looks good, as if it were perfectly styled and groomed beforehand; the hair has a natural shine to it.

She takes a few strides towards you, her hips shake to and fro effortlessly.  You feel yourself growing slightly erect from the mere presence of your girlfriend closing in on you, but despite your desire to grant Helen even more power, you are positive that your testes are thoroughly emptied for the time being. 

After closing the distance, Helen gently brings a foot to your crotch, probing you for stiffness.  "Hmm.  Only a chubby?  Well, I guess you DID give me quite a bit there.  I suppose some rest is in order."  There's something different about her voice.  It sound richer and breathier.  She bends down and places a hand under each of your arms before lifting you up with surprising ease, her biceps bunching up from the motion. 

A moment later you're back on your feet.  You're still in a daze, staring at Helen.  You can't be too sure, but it seems that even her eyes are brighter, sparkling with newfound intensity.  You reach down and gently brush your fingers against her right cheek, her skin is like velvet to your touch.  "It's... softer."  You explain.

Helen reaches up and feels her left cheek, "Huh, I think you're right.  Cool!"  her teeth seem whiter too, and despite what she just consumed, her breath smells immaculate. 

You want to linger for a few moments and take in what just happened, but Helen is too energetic to let that happen.  "We gotta get going to the peak!  Tell you what, I'll race ya to the next rest stop?"

You shake yourself to and bring back the slightly teasing wise-ass personality that Helen fell in love with, "Pfft, your funeral, all that muscle will just slow you down!"

Helen suppresses a belly laugh.  You both know your statement was absurd. 

The two of you prepare to run.  After a short countdown you take off.

2.)

The next thing you see is Helen's massive muscular rump—which is still bubble-shaped despite the power it contains—jettisoning her rippling hamstrings with blazing speed.  In a matter of moments Helen has taken a wide lead, and disappears beyond your horizon as the path takes a sharp turn.  You try to keep pace, but between the physical activity earlier, and the monolithically draining oral sex session, you find it difficult to consistently walk, let alone run.  Regardless, while winning this race is all but impossible, you do still need to at least catch up to where Helen is.

You continue pushing forward, moving somewhere between a walk and a light jog in terms of speed.  It occurs to you that the strange sun overhead has become darker and more red in hue.  You pull out your cell-phone and notice that it still has no reception at all.  Beads of sweat are running down your forehead, which makes the sun seem even more overbearing than it is.  You can't help but wonder if the bizarre color of the sky and Helen's growth are somehow connected.  It's easy to think that you haven't benefited in all of this, but you recall how short your refractory period between ejaculations was, and the sheer amount of spunk you produced; plus the fact that your juice seems to be powering Helen up in multiple ways.

The thought of seeing Helen's now buff bod allows you to draw from your innermost reserves of stamina and keep moving.

It's a grueling ordeal, but after fifteen minutes or so, you finally come to the next clearing, where you see your muscular girlfriend waiting for you - doubtlessly having arrived long ago.  You scramble over to a nearby bench and sit down, desperately trying to catch your breath.

Helen is performing single-legged pistol squats with impunity, finishing repetition after repetition with what appears to be perfect form.  Her legs appear to be noticeably larger than before your race.  Your best benchmark to measure her progress are her shorts, which now look closer to awkward underwear than the respectable bottoms they were at the beginning of the hike.  In particular, they now fail to cover her muscular cheeks, half of which physically spill out beyond the confines of the garment. 

Her huge ham-like quads now have a deep separation along the side, clearly showcasing the extent of her muscular development and definition.  On the flip side, her hamstrings now physically bulge outward, even from her side profile.  Helen's calves have exploded into coconut sized hearts of power.  She seems entirely unphased by the challenge of her exercise, instead her body continuously adapts and thrives off of it.

Presuming that this growth occurred recently, which seems to be inarguably the case, then Helen is definitely growing even without exposure to your seed.  This makes sense to you, as she had already started displaying signs of muscle growth before the initial hand job. 

Helen notices you approaching.  "There you are!  Slowpoke."  She giggles before walking over to you.  As she draws closer, it becomes more readily apparent that she has definitely grown a bit since before.

You have a bit of idle chit-chat, and Helen pokes fun at you for being so out of breath while she's still brimming with energy - perhaps even more energy than before your race.  As a random retort, you claim that you're probably stronger than she is.

"You really think you're still stronger than me?  I mean, were you ever stronger than me to begin with?"  She asks with a giggle,  "I've always been, well... bigger.  And you've always been skinny."

You aren't sure about the past, but in truth, you're about 99% positive you aren't stronger than her anymore at any rate.  Regardless, you know what buttons to press for maximum fun, "I'm not sure...  I am taller, and I have longer limbs.  I'm also a guy."

"You DO know that I effortlessly picked you up, before that delicious power up back there, right?"  Helen reminds you.

"Doesn't make you stronger than me."  You retort.

"And I have, well, all of this!"  Helen places her hands on her hips and thrusts her chest out, putting the full glory of her body directly in your view. 

"Like I said, you're just getting a bit of a pump from all the exercise.  Doesn't mean you've actually gained any muscle." 

Helen narrows her gaze and gives you a half smile.  You can tell from this look alone that she's ready and willing to play along with your proposed game.  "Well, I pushed your arms back behind your back already, and that was before the power up.  How do you propose we test this?"

You stand up and pivot behind Helen before wrapping your arms around her, placing her in a bear hug.  Her skin is soft—softer than ever—but the flesh underneath is unfathomably hard, completely packed with dense, powerful muscle. 

"And, what's your point?" Helen asks.

You tighten your grip a bit, "It's a bear-hug.  You have to try and escape." You explain, clamping a bit harder.  You're afraid of hurting Helen, even though you're consciously aware that's probably impossible.

"Like..." Helen takes a deep breath and pushes her arms outward, "This?" She finishes before casually breaking your grip as if it you weren't grabbing on at all.

"Umm... Yeah."  You concede.

Helen grins wickedly before weaving behind you and placing her arms around you.  "My turn!"

Her embrace is warm and overpowering.  You can tell from the sheer heat and potential energy within her limbs that if she wanted to, she could inflict serious harm; but you're also entirely certain that she would never do such a thing to do.  Regardless, you struggle, squirming and trying to get out.  Despite your huge height advantage, it's an impossible task.  For a brief moment, you feel like you're making some ground, but a few moments later Helen's grip tightens, as if she instantly obtained even more strength.  Before long, you realize it's hopeless.  "Alright, you win." 

Helen lets go and giggles wildly, clearly relishing in the sheer amount of power she's recently obtained.  "Well, I have one more idea for a little competition."  She starts.

"Oh yeah?"

She suddenly raises a single hand.  "When we pushed against each other with two arms each, I pretty quickly pinned yours back.  But...  What if you used both of your arms against my one?"

You shrug.  You can't think of a wisecrack, and truthfully, you want to see Helen overcome this challenge and become even more amazing.  Wordlessly, you clasp both of your hands onto her, which is difficult due to your digits being much larger than hers.  After getting into position, you start to push with all of your might; to your surprise, you're actually able to shove her arm back a fair amount before she stabilizes. 

"Hmmm... So with both of your arms at that angle you can kind of budge mine."  Helen observes before letting go, presumably ending the competition, "That's a bit of a problem, don't you agree?"

"A problem?" You raise a brow.

Helen nods.  "And I know just how to solve it!"  She explains with a mischievous smile before lightly caressing your already-erect member.



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A Day at the Park Chapter 3
By MagnusMagneto


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Previously on A Day at the Park:

Your girlfriend Helen continued to gain more power and strength over the course of the previous chapter.  You've deducted that she's being empowered by both the sun, and somehow, your semen.  On top of this, Helen seems to have developed the ability to force sunlight into her body, instantly gaining another burst of power on the spot - although, for reasons you don't understand, she seems to be incapable of doing this too frequently. 

Early in the previous chapter, Helen became entirely unchallenged by one-armed push ups; she challenges you to push against her - your entire body against her single arm - and yet you are entirely unable to budge her at all.  On top of this, Helen takes the opportunity to treat her (and you) to a victory power-up, widening the gap even further.

Helen continued to tease and play with you, growing even larger in the process.  Before long, she had outgrown her old tank-top, tearing it to shreds with a mere flex, and possessed arms that you approximated were 18 inches in circumference.  After you goaded her into performing a feat of strength, Helen picked up a nearby log and shattered it between her mammoth thighs. 

The chapter came to a close as you and Helen discuss the possibility of other women in the world becoming empowered by the mysterious red sun.  You also wonder if other mens' spunk is also empowering women.  Ultimately you conclude that you trust Helen with ultimate power more than anyone else, so despite your initial misgivings, you'll do everything you can to make her as strong as possible.

That said, you'll still be sure to maintain your trademark snark!



1.)  Briefly after Chapter 2


You lay on your back, utterly exhausted, staring up at the sky.  It seems to have become even darker - a shade closer to blood red. 

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About ten minutes ago you started to make good on your promise to help Helen become as powerful as possible.  You tried to last as long as you could, to savor every moment, but it was useless: between her overwhelming presence, the feeling of her immense muscles between your fingers, and her growing mastery over her vaginal capabilities, Helen was simply too incredible for you to resist.  Yet another load passed into her, which - as with every other time today - began to magically make Helen grow even larger and stronger.  This process, the continued improvement of your already incredible girlfriend, is in itself supremely arousing for you - which in turn made your climax that much harder.

As the superhuman woman beneath you grew, her entire form became wider still - the disparity between your sizes increased even further;  she had become more than twice as wide as you - and despite your superior height, you looked more and more like a child in comparison to her.

Having finished your task, you reflexively started to get up - only to find that Helen pulled you back down; then with surprising agility flipped positions with you - placing your back firmly on the ground beneath you; all the while keeping your member still inside of her. 

"I think you've got more to offer..." she cooed with a wink before reaching down and planting a kiss on your lips.  Her voice been becoming increasingly alluring with each passing power-up: a touch huskier, a bit breathier - yet still retaining its sweetly high feminine pitch.

You wondered if it was possible.  Could you really have more to offer?  You just provided quite a lot - yet your organ was still quite hard... 

Then you felt it: Helen continued milking you with her increasing mastery over her vagina's contractions.  You could literally feel the moist, firm muscles coalescing in a rhythmic pace to perfectly please you.

"Please... help me become stronger..." she whimpered between groans of ecstasy.

For a brief moment, the comparatively weak and submissive Helen you used to know peaked through.  Your desire to make her happy and fulfill her wishes won over, and somehow you managed to dig in even further and produce more of the empowering juice.  As you released again, Helen stretched upward, extended her arms towards the sky, and let out a primal utterance of sexual bliss.

As you glanced towards Helen, your entire vision was increasingly filled with the sight of her; less of the horizon was visible as her expanding girth continued to eclipse it.  Slowly and deliberately, Helen began to perform a double-bicep pose; the twin globes were straited in multiple directions, with a distinct peak erupting beyond the majority of its bulk.  You realized that her hands had remained the same small feminine size they were yesterday, which were sharply juxtaposed against the thick forearms next to them, and even moreso by her massive biceps.  In fact, you were fairly certain that the thick portion of Helen's forearms were now far larger than your biceps.

Helen's thick, bulging, square-like pectorals also grew even further; the rift between them became more pronounced, and they jut further at least another half-inch.  You also noticed that the network of web-like striations within them deepened as well, and seemed to extend out even further - slowly developing into a hydra of muscular development.

Perhaps the most visceral marker of Helen's continued growth were her thighs.  Since they were flanking you, you could physically feel your own lower body being contracted slightly to make room for their increasing girth.  Helen's staggering quadriceps grew simultaneously upwards and outward as their circumference became even greater; they each leg was undoubtedly wider than her—and your—waists. 

Speaking of waists, similar to her pecs, the deep dividing ridge between each of Helen's hyper-developed abdominals increased similarly.  There was now well over an inch of space between the two halves of her steely midsection, and the individual bricks also gained further size while also pushing out even further.

After a small microcosm of time that felt far longer than it truly was, Helen finally stood up.  Not an ounce of your juice dripped from her exposed love; presumably due to her body physically absorbing every last drop.

And thus we return to the present...

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2.)

Still defeated, all you can do is merely continue to lay on the ground and stare at Helen.

A short while ago, she proved that she held more strength in a single arm than you did in your entire body.  Now Helen is significantly larger, and undoubtedly far stronger.  You wonder just how far the disparity between the two of you has become.  Do you even have as much power in your entire body as she does in a single finger?  Your body quivers uncontrollably with lust, fear, and curiosity as you fathom that concept.

While you lazily watch, Helen begins to explore her body.  She runs her fingers over the relatively outrageously thick slabs on power on her form; a massive childlike grin sits on her face, presumably born of delight over what she's feeling.

Helen's traps and back have and traps spread so far that she actually looks like she's taller now, though you're uncertain if that's actually the case.  At any rate, there is no longer any hint of weakness in her posture; Helen stands supremely proud and entirely upright.  The events of today have handed Helen the opportunity to seize real, tangible power - and as a result, once-buried facets of her personality have been brought to the surface.

"Gimme more power!"  she shouts with her arms spread out.  Just like earlier today, you can see the light around Helen warp and bend, as she somehow forces the sun itself to further fortify her.  And once again, all of her muscles grow slightly larger - though not nearly to the same extent as after sex.

"God, I feel so strong, I wonder if I could..."  Helen lifts one of her trunk-like legs high into the air; you're surprised that they're even capable of rising so much considering the sheer amount of muscle on them.  She then brings it down with as much force as her she can muster.  The resulting sound fills your ears, and you see a small crater form in the hard dirt where her foot lands; cracks emerge all around it.

A moment after her foot connects with the ground, you hear a loud rumble, and the very ground around you quake slightly.  Helen giggles wildly, "just a matter of time until I can make earthquakes!" she squeals with delight, reveling in the sheer amount of power she possesses. 

She playfully punches the air a few times; the sheer force creates a crisp wooshing sound that you can hear even from where you lay.

"More, more, more!" she cries out, and you can see the sunlight start to warp again - seemingly entering her body, causing her already massive muscles to grow even larger.  "Yes!  Turn me into a goddess!"

Helen's eyes light up, seemingly glowing a supernatural dark yellow.

Helen lets out a sharp yell, as if she's summoning all of her energy - and a moment later...  she seems to be... floating?!  Levitating even?  Only a couple of inches, but her feet are definitely not touching the ground...  After hovering for a few moments, Helen falls back down to the ground.  Her eyes also return close to their normal color - but are still a shade towards yellow.

What just happened?  Chills run down your spine as you try to infer the full implications of a temporarily floating Helen.

Helen saunters over towards you, standing above you with her hands on her hips.  There is so much muscle surrounding her skeleton that you wonder if she's bulletproof yet.  You also realize that you thought <i>yet</i>, implying that it seems inevitable that she will become bulletproof if she isn't already.

For better or for worse, Helen makes no mention of the hovering incident.

"If we're ever going to reach the summit, we need to get moving!"  Helen giggles as she gently strokes your half-firm erection with her feet.

You try to get up, but find that you're so utterly exhausted from the barrage of sexual activity that you collapse back onto the ground.

Helen kneels down and effortlessly scoops you up into her arms.  "Guess I'll just have to carry you!" she says before jettisoning off!


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Day at the Park Chapter 4
By MagnusMagneto
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Helen scarily strong now, and you're certain that given enough time she could accomplish this feat... but to lift a tree already?  Whether or not she can do it doesn't matter.  Her fingers have already dug into the wood, and she's pulling with all of her might.  From where you sit, you can see the muscles in her back flare with newfound life; they bulge so much that it's frightening to behold. 

The ground beneath Helen trembles and her feet sink a few inches into the ground, which will no doubt leave a crater once she's finished with her task.  She draws even more sunlight into her fold, those incredible muscles of her shifting and growing even further; her legs and arms lengthen another inch - perhaps to grant her better leverage for the task at hand.

Then you hear it: the undeniable sound of wood creaking.  Slowly but surely, somehow, Helen is upending the tree.  You see its roots stubbornly cling to the earth beneath her; those closest to the trunk are unearthed - unduly removed from their resting place.  Upon closer examination, you see that Helen's fingers are digging more deeply into her target's core.  If she were to let go now, there would be a deep imprint of her grip left behind.   

A loud, beautiful grunt emanates from her powerful throat, filling the air.  More creaking follows, and the tree ascends another inch; more roots follow, and you can see the outline of the rest come closer to the surface.  The roots are like a vast labyrinthine spiderweb, and they grant a better scale of how difficult her task truly is.  This is no straggler - the great tree had taken decades to grow to its proud height, and Helen threatens to utterly dominate it with power gained in a mere few hours.

Helen's grunts of effort are now practically yells.  She sounds like a character from a video game or anime gathering her strength - which ends up being true, as she somehow absorbs even more of the sun's power - instantly growing even further as a result.  Her glutes, hamstrings, and calves seem to be the focus of this power up - widening, thickening, and generally spilling out even further as a result; the tiny gap between her thighs tightens slightly - even less light pouring through; her calves jut out so menacingly that individual halves of her diamond-shaped muscles have their own splits and valleys of definition; her hamstrings now protrude out further than your own quadriceps do, and possess far more muscular detail than any of your limbs could ever hope to achieve.

And the power-up is working: the rest of the stubborn roots have emerged above the ground, disrupting the dirt and grass with them.  The bulk of the tree is now multiple inches into the air.  Much like your own experience with Helen, as the tree's power wanes—losing its stability granted by the roots—hers steadily increases.  You can't help but find a sharp irony in how the three, which grew to its mighty size by photosynthesizing the sun's energy, is now being overcome by a woman who seems to be doing much the same.

Momentum was already on Helen's side, and without roots anchoring the tree, the tide has entirely turned.  Helen now has the entirety of the great oak held above her head - but her strength wavers, and she has to place it on her brawny, rounded shoulders.

The tree is firmly on her back, but something is amiss - Helen isn't standing steady.  Her entire body is wavering, which is downright terrifying with a multi-ton weight bearing onto her.  "Need help!" she yells.

"How can I possibly help?!"

"Think with your Johnson!"  She replies.

You immediately understand.  Without delay, you rush over to her, and as you close the gap, Helen's new upgrades become more apparent.  Her shoulders now look like a pair of small heads, between them lie a collection of traps so thick they threaten to entirely swallow her neck; the intrinsic smaller muscles of her back have developed beyond what you've seen on anatomy models; even her erector spinae has thickened, the individual bumps of bone protrude out more—a quick glance shows the same to be true of her elbows—doubtlessly a necessary improvement to accommodate her muscle and strength.

But there's no time to gawk, despite your desires.  You pivot in front of Helen, and focus the task at hand, quickly stroking yourself.         Your dark sense of humor kicks in as you think about how humorous it is that this jerk off session is literally a matter of life and death.  Still, you can't distract yourself – Helen needs your help.  In fact, now that you're in such close proximity, if Helen falls here, the tree very well may end your life.  Actually, Helen could very well survive such an injury, you on the other hand...

No time for that!

You think about how all you have to do is provide another power up, and Helen will be able to manage the tree with ease.  The mere concept of your girlfriend having that much strength is enough motivation that the climax comes quickly and easily.  A huge spurt squirts out, landing directly onto her exposed chest; you notice that it quickly seeps into her skin, and she lets out a groan of pleasure, and her entire body begins to quiver – presumably indicating she's about to grow once again.

Despite this initial growth, you want to ensure that your girlfriend doesn't die.  To facilitate this, you carefully collect the rest of your discharge; which disgusts you slightly at first until you convince yourself that this is 'magic lotion' that will make Helen stronger.  After collecting the lion's share of your ejaculate, you close the distance, divvy your ambrosia between both hands, and bring them up to Helen's arms.

You work the lotion into her shoulders and chest, careful to thoroughly explore the crevices of these regions to ensure Helen gets as much exposure as possible.

She has broken into a sweat, which causes her skin to radiate even more – especially in tandem with the mysterious sun's light.  Her muscles quickly drink in your gift, growing even mightier in the process.  Helen's deltoids have become so large that you can't wrap your hand around them; her pecs are manifold times larger and denser than your own, despite still holding her perfect breasts; and her entire upper half has widened even further - encroaching on becoming twice as broad as yours.

"Legs!  My legs need it too – losing balance!"  She exclaims.  "Foundation isn't strong enough!"

You're not sure if her claims are true, but this is no time for doubts or messing around.  You quickly prepare to produce more, but find that you need more stimulation.  With no time to spare, you move closer to Helen, crouch down a bit, and bring your member to Helen's right leg.  You manage to actually fit the entirety of your girth within the deep crevice of definition in the center of Helen's thigh: the center of the teardrop; and you are thoroughly above-average in this category – further illustrating just how massive Helen's trunks have become.  Surrounded by the tremendous warmth and energy radiating from the leg, combined with a bit of manual stimulation as you hump a few times, you are thoroughly overwhelmed with sensation, and release once again. 

Your offering is immediately absorbed into the mammoth fold of feminine power, and once again Helen groans with delight.  "Get the other leg!" she demands – your work isn't quite finished yet.

You withdraw from the makeshift sexual cavity of Helen's left leg, and move over to her right.  Despite having just released twice, you can already feel that you're ready to give Helen even more power.  Without any prompting, you rub yourself on top of that leg.  Your mind considers that Helen was able to lift that tree, and now you're about to give her a third release since then.  The mere consideration of how powerful Helen may become is enough to coax you into another orgasm – which in turn spurs on a growth spurt for that leg.

Helen was already capable of uprooting and lifting this tree, and now she's received three more blessings from you.  Her mind acclimates to the sheer amount of power at her disposal, and she stands firm - still holding the tree above her head; if anything, it now looks somewhat easy for her to hold.

Her expression shifts from pained effort to extreme triumph, a massive grin is met with a hint of well-deserved arrogance.  "May as well keep going since we've come this far, right?"  She says before squatting down with the immense weight still on her back.  Helen's quadriceps bulge out even more - the gap between her thighs reduced to a mere pinprick.  Slowly, Helen stands back up, and her legs lengthen again as she gains another inch of stature; the gap widens slightly.  You are still taller than Helen, but the difference has been reduced to only a few inches.  She descends again, sturdier and further in control of her motion.  Another repetition confirms that even squatting the great oak has become comparatively easy for her.

Before long, Helen grows tired of squatting the tree.  She places it on the ground, careful to not haphazardly toss it.  Even with her might slowing it, the tree creates an almost deafening sound as it touches the ground.  You feel a tinge of guilt as you stare at its once-majestic roots helplessly exposed to the air.  Hopefully Helen keeps her feats of destruction to a comparatively small scale.

-

After crushing those rocks and discovering her levitation abilities, Helen's confidence had been steadily surging; but now she was leagues more self-assured.  Her expression alone oozes certainty.  She's well aware of the magnitude of the feat she just accomplished, and also knows her strength is still steadily increasing.

Helen lazily floats a couple feet into the air, and somehow manages to cross her outrageous legs - creating an unfathomable wall of feminine flesh in the process.  Despite her muscular definition, there's an outrageously feminine shape to Helen's figure and curvature; even the pose she is striking is exceedingly regal - like a budding goddess who knows nothing can hope to stop her.

"Well dear, now what?"  She asks in a low, rich voice - slowly levitating towards you.

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