★Memorable Author: [MagnusMagneto] Tiny Tiffany

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Hello,
I've been checking out MagnusMagneto stuff and I found some stories that used to be posted by him was missing. Out of curiosity I did a little digging and I found them. hopefully this would earn me a little karma. Note that the story below was written by the legendary MagnusMagneto.

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Tiny Tiffany – The Beginning
by MagnusMagneto (MagnusMagneto23)
Commissioned by Iceman75 (Jeremy Wilson)

Originally Published: February 20, 2013



"Tiny Tiffany" was the name that she could seem to never escape.  Ever since she was a young girl, Tiffany was simply smaller than everyone else.  As a little kid, her parents always reassured her that eventually she'd catch up with all the others.  As time went on however, both her siblings and her classmates kept growing and growing while she remained small and frail.

Despite already being 12 years old, she stood at a measly 4'10", and was painfully thin with a mere 80 pounds on her frame.  Her parents assured her that she would hit puberty and grow soon enough, but watching all of her female friends blossom right in front of her left doubt in her mind.  Some of her friends had even started to develop decently sized breasts, and nice round butts.  Tiffany on the other hand remained flat... small... and weak.

Tiffany's lack of strength was another issue that had begun to bother her greatly.  She had expected the boys to start surpassing her in gym class, but never thought that all of the other girls would also greatly exceed her physically.  Over the past couple years Tiffany witnessed the girls around her become more and more athletic.  Especially the ones who regularly practiced sports.  They seemed to be getting faster, stronger and more agile with every passing week.  Some of them even got permission to start using the weight room and were building honest to goodness muscle.

A few times Tiffany had attempted to follow an exercise regiment with diet.  Despite careful research and her best efforts, it always seemed to amount to nothing.  No matter what she did, or what she ate, she was unable to gain any weight, whether it be muscle or fat.

Fortunately, where Tiffany lacked physically, she made up for it mentally.  The young girl managed to not only remain the smartest in her class, but seemed to be actually widening the gap over time.  Unfortunately, she had difficulty taking solace in the fact that while her classmates were getting physically better, she was able to stay ahead mentally.

Tiffany knew that her appearance wasn't what boys wanted.  She knew that they wanted girls with big breasts and nice, round butts.  Even a chubby girl would have a better chance than her.  On top of her physical frailty, she had to wear thick glasses just to see, making it even harder to pull off a favorable appearance.

Monday – Lunchtime

As Tiffany made her way to her seat with her food, she could practically feel the thoughts and sneers of the other girls.

"Heh, there's Tiny Tiffany, look out, you may trample over her"
"Why does Tiffany even bother wearing makeup?  No guy would ever want her."
"I bet I'm more than twice as strong as Tiny Tiffany now!"

Frantically, Tiffany sat down in her seat and started digging into her food, wishing that her body would actually use it for once.

"Hey Tiff, how's it goin?" A large lumbering boy asked as he sat down next to her.

While most of the kids were cruel to Tiffany, there was Jason.  Big goofy Jason.  Jason was two years older than Tiffany and the opposite of her physically.  While Tiffany was very small, Jason was very big, especially for his age.  Despite only being 14, the 5'6″ boy had a staggering 220 pounds on his frame, almost three time the weight of Tiffany.  Perhaps it was due to unlucky genetics, or maybe caused by his sedentary lifestyle filled mostly with playing World of Warcraft. Either way, Jason was a very big guy for his age.

While most girls avoided Jason, not wanting to be seen with the large nerd, Tiffany saw that a heart of gold lay within him.  The two of them were good friends, despite the humorous appearance of the massive lumbering Jason next to the tiny minute Tiffany.

"Hi Jason." Tiffany responded in between massive bites of food.  She had taken extra today.

"That's almost as much food as I have, jeeze." He commented with a chuckle.

Tiffany nodded.  "Yeah, I'm really tired of being so... small."

"Really?" Jason asked almost in disbelief.  "I thought girls wanted to be super skinny?"

"Not like I am!" Tiffany piped up.  "Come on Jason, admit it, if I had nice boobs and a round butt, I'd look a lot better."

"Well..." Jason's face turned red. "Tiff, it's not appearance that matters." He said, attempting to reassure her.

"See!" Tiffany shouted before realizing her voice was raised and settled back down.  "Look, you don't have to lie, I'm not stupid."

"Tiff... You're one of my best friends, I wouldn't want to have you any other way."

"Thanks." Tiffany responded half-heartedly.  Little did Jason know, Tiffany didn't want him to view her as a good friend.  She wanted him to like her physically.  She had to do something about this.  Surely with modern science and technology there was something, anything, she could do to give herself more substance.

"So, uhh, are you going to be raiding in WoW tonight?" Jason asked trying to change the subject.

Tiffany shook her head.  "Sorry, I have to do some studying." Tiffany lied.  It wasn't that she didn't want to raid, it was that she needed to dedicate all of her time to figuring out how to solve her dilemma.

"Really?  Dang Tiff, you're already so smart..." Jason started.  "You're obviously the smartest in your grade, and honestly, I think you're even smarter than the kids in mine too...  Really... you're probably smarter than most, if not all of the kids in High School, let alone Junior High!"

Tiffany blushed a little.  It was rare that she actually received praise.  "Well... You know, it's a matter of constantly working at it."  She explained sheepishly.

What Jason didn't know was that Tiffany actually held back a lot of her intellect while in the classroom.  Sure, she made certain to get near-perfect grades, but what nobody knew, including her teachers, was that she could easily perform advanced chemistry and other sciences at a college level.  This level of intellect surprised even Tiffany herself, and she often doubted her own prowess as she completed graduate level problems and high end experiments – only to find that time and time  she performed them flawlessly.

Still, as much fun as it would be to show everyone her abilities in this regard, she couldn't help but feel that it would only serve to make her seem even more of a freak to her classmates.  Even her best friend, Jason, had no idea of the extent to the hidden intelligence that lay beneath the petite girl.  Tiffany figured that over time she'd slowly reveal her mental prowess, making it seem like a natural progression.

"So... kind of like grinding for levels and gear in WoW, right?" Jason asked with a grin.

Tiffany smiled warmly "Yeah, exactly."

The two continued their lunch without any unusual occurances.

After School –

As soon as she got home, Tiffany began frantically researching every possible way she could grow.  In the past she tried to keep the methods as natural as possible, but now she was willing to try anything.  Immediately the mousey girl started up her computer and scoured the internet searching for every possible edge she could implement.  Over the course of her search, she couldn't help but notice certain chemicals were recurring over and over.

Convinced that there was some kind of pattern, Tiffany began recording all of the various chemicals in the various growth hormones, steroids and miracle concoctions that all had confirmed testimonies.  As she laid out all of the various chemicals and their elements on paper in front of her, she found herself finding more and more patterns and correlations between the various mixtures.

After a solid hour of hard work, Tiffany was convinced that she could possibly create a formula that would induce some degree puberty and cause her to gain significant muscle mass.  As much as this thrilled her, she was wary of the potential side effects, and unsure if it would actually give her the image she wanted.  At the very best she'd gain a few inches of height, some muscles and maybe some breasts.  If this backfired she could end up physiologically a man.

Then again, if a 12 year old girl, no matter how smart she is, could figure out this combination, then why couldn't the massive corporations dedicated to putting out the best product reach the same conclusion?

Either way, she wanted to do more research.  The next topic on her list was beauty.  Even if she managed to make herself bigger, she wanted to be more attractive as well.  As with the various growth hormones, Tiffany researched the top rated beauty creams, pills and the likes.  Once again, she found that certain chemicals and elements constantly popping up.  She soon found cross chemical compounds between the strength and beauty products that could potentially work together.

Tiffany was becoming more and more excited at the prospect of this miracle potion she was creating.  Since it was a pipe dream at best, she decided she may as well go all out with it.  She quickly began researching more and more areas of self improvement that had products claiming to work.  Intelligence, eye-sight and hearing just to name a few.  Finally she looked up the most efficient reactions for giving her body energy.  After all, without a lot of energy, how would her body make this miraculous transformation?

Finally, after hours of work, Tiffany had come up with a chemical combination that, if successful, would give her the life she dreamed of.  Fortunately her father fostered his daughter's advanced intellect, and had purchased her a miniature advanced chemistry lab, so all of the chemicals Tiffany needed were at her disposal.  Without missing a beat, she immediately began brewing the potion that would hopefully change her life.

After what felt like an agonizingly long hour, her formula was finally complete. Tiffany couldn't help but feel extremely nervous as she placed the vial to her lips.  What if the concoction killed her, or made her sick?  After all, the chemical combination for the potion seemed too simple, there was no way that nobody in the world had figured it out before.   No, she couldn't think that way.  She had to trust in her calculations and besides, this was a fairly small dosage.  Besides, there was no possible way that Tiffany could go on living the way she currently was.  Deciding there was no turning back, she closed her eyes and drank down the beverage.

Immediately Tiffany felt extremely drowsy.  Her entire body felt weighed down, as if it were forcing her to fall asleep.  She considered calling poison control and trying to get the chemicals out of her body... But she decided that she needed to have faith.  With the remainder of her strength, she staggered into bed and passed out.

A Few Hours Later –

After what felt like the deepest slumber she'd ever been in, Tiffany slowly started to wake up.  As she opened her eyes, she was greeted by their usual initial blurriness.  She reached over for her glasses, only to find that they weren't there.  "That's strange..." she said to herself as she fumbled around some more looking for them.  Eventually she reached up and realized that they were still on her face.  Quickly she removed them, finding that her eyes could now see perfectly without any aid.  She practically squealed out loud with delight – at the very least her potion cured her bad eyesight!

Not only was her eyesight cured, but she was absolutely filled with energy.  As she looked down, she was greeted with an unfamiliar sight – breasts!  Honest to goodness breasts!  Sure, Tiffany technically had breasts before, but now they were actually sizable.  If she had to guess, they were easily a large B cup.  "Does this mean I'll finally need a bra...?" She asked herself.

Eager to see the rest of the changes on her body, Tiffany practically leaped over several feet off the ground towards her mirror.  "Wow..." she said in disbelief at her minor athletic feat before peering at the mirror.  "WOW!" she yelled out at the sight of herself.  "I'm....  I'm... HOT" she yelled out with a massive smile.  Her formally loose clothing now cling to her curvy, athletic body.  She looked like a knock-out high school cheerleader, not the mousy anemic twelve year old of yesterday.

Immediately Tiffany took her shirt off, almost desperate to examine her new form.  At first she couldn't help but notice her sizable bosom.  Unlike most girl's breasts, hers seemed to be immune to gravity.  "I suppose I won't need a bra after all..." she mused to herself.  Upon closer inspection, Tiffany realized that her breasts were supernaturally perky thanks to some visible pectoral muscles.  She looked down towards her abdomen and noticed the faint outline of a six-pack.  "I've... got muscles..." she quietly said, crunching her midsection causing the small bumps to emerge forward.  Next she flexed her arms, causing small, round balls bursting with power to rise up.  For the first time in her life, Tiffany was able to reach over and feel power in her muscles.  It was like a dream come true.

As she looked closely in the mirror, Tiffany noticed that her complexion had improved considerably, and her skin appeared to have a natural glow to it.  Even her eyes were shining more brightly, her hair  silkier, and her nails longer, smoother and much stronger.  As she put on an outfit for the day, Tiffany quickly found that all of her old clothing barely fit.  The formerly loose garments were now all practically skin tight.  "Actually... I kind of like it this way..." Tiffany said with a smirk, enjoying the way her hot new body was on display for all to see.

"Yes.  I've got a very, very good feeling about today."

– To Be Continued.

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Tiny Tiffany Part 2 – School Days
by MagnusMagneto (MagnusMagneto23)
Commissioned by iceman75 (Jeremy Wilson)
Originally Published: April 12, 2013

As Tiffany sat down to breakfast, it occurred to her just how famished she was.  Typically the formerly miniscule girl would only eat a small amount, if anything at all, in the morning.  Today however, the sight of food filled her with a burning desire to consume.  After both cooking and chowing down a large meal eggs, bacon, sausages and plenty of milk, she found herself desiring even more.

"I hope I don't get fat..." she said quietly to herself as she began preparing another round of eggs and bacon.   "Then again, my new body probably needs more energy.  I thought I added in a reaction to give myself free energy, but I guess it wasn't enough." she reasoned.  "Not to mention, I'd much rather get a little chubbier than go back to being so small again."

After consuming would could have easily been a full breakfast for two or three fully grown men, Tiffany was finally satiated.  Fortunately, the weather outside was pleasant, so the young girl was free to wear her now form fitting outfit and freely show off the downright sexy figure it clothed.  Fairly short shorts showcased her smooth toned legs, and a tight fitting tank-top revealed slender yet solid arms, and teased barely an inch of midriff.  As she waited for the bus, Tiffany couldn't help but feel a tinge of positive anxiety.  She wanted desperately to test her new body, and find out what she could really do with it.

As Tiffany stood idly waiting for the bus, a crazy thought crossed her mind.  "What if I ran to school?" she pondered.  A mere 24 hours ago she would have completely dismissed that thought entirely.  Today however, Tiffany felt like she was absolutely brimming with not only energy, but with the potential to accomplish anything.  "Well, it's not THAT far..." she thought, rationalizing that her school must have only been a couple of miles away at most.  "Besides, it's not like I have any tardies on my record so far this year..."  And with that, she decided it was time to try out something new.

Unsure of her own capabilities, Tiffany began her trek to school at a fairly slow pace.  "This light jog would have left me winded almost instantly yesterday..." she realized after reaching the end of her street.  Not wanting to be late for class, she decided to increase her pace to a light run.  At first there was some initial discomfort and heavy breathing, but within a matter of moments that seemed to subside as her body seemed to immediately adapt to the increased strain placed on it.  Unbeknownst to Tiffany, due to her efforts, a fairly remarkable transformation was taking place.  The muscles and bones in her legs grew slightly denser as they became more effective at carrying her frame.  Her heart was simultaneously becoming more vigorous, able to distribute more blood per pump, and able to beat ever faster.  Even her lungs were adapting to the task at hand, growing more adept at efficiently inhaling oxygen to fuel Tiffany's body.

As her body adapted, Tiffany felt her already high energy levels soar every higher.  Wanting to truly test herself, she increased her speed.  This acceleration caused her body to continue adapting.  As with before her muscles and internal organs proceeded to become ever more efficient at running.  Tiffany continued to constantly increase her pace, feeling no need to slow down or take a break.  Before she knew it the young girl was running at speeds that would be competitive for Olympic athletes, and she was barely physically taxed whatsoever.

After a few minutes of consistent acceleration, Tiffany finally arrived at her school.  "Wow... I got here way earlier than the bus would." she noted, looking down at her watch.  "That was fun, but I'll have to REALLY test out my speed another another time." she vowed before collecting herself and walking into school.

School was typically quite easy for Tiffany, and today proved to be much of the same.  In fact, mentally, today seemed even easier than the norm for the young girl.  She chalked it up to the potion's effect on intelligence, and yearned for a chance to really test out her super-powered mind.  As she sat bored in her seat, a bizarre occurrence took place.  At first Tiffany thought that she was occasionally hearing voices inside of her head.  She worried that perhaps this was some sort of bizarre side effect of the potion she created.  As class went on however, Tiffany realized that she was hearing these noises whenever other students whispered to one another.

Curious as to what exactly was going on, Tiffany specifically paid attention to what appeared to be two boys across the room engaging in a discreet conversation.  At first all she heard were faint whispers, but as she focused, her ears began adapting, evolving themselves to be able to pick out and distinguish specific noises.  After a few moments she was finally able to tune into their conversation.

"So who woulda thunk that Tiffany had legs like that?" the first boy whispered to his friend.

"I know right?  That girl always wore baggy jeans I guess." the second boy quietly responded.

"This may sound weird, but I think her legs are buffer than mine..." the first boy mused.

"Pfft, what're you some kinda pansy?" his friend teased.

Tiffany looked down at her legs and let out a silent gasp.  The two boys were right – her legs were significantly more muscular than even this morning, let alone yesterday.  She had finally fully recognized.  The effects of her run to class.  Instinctively, Tiffany reached down and gave her legs a good feeling over.  She never imagined that she of all people would have such wonderful quadriceps and calves.  On a whim, she dug her fingers in and gave her legs a solid squeeze.  To her delight they were rock hard and incredibly soft.

Across the room, the two boys resumed their conversation.

"Seriously, look at those things.  I bet she has more muscular legs than most of the guys here." the second boy continued, trying to defend himself from his friend's teasing.

"I guess you're right... I dunno though..." the first boy incredulously responded.

Enjoying the attention she was receiving, Tiffany decided to put on a bit of a show to help the boys settle their quarrel.  With a deliberate, natural motion, Tiffany stretched her legs forward and intentionally flexed the individual muscles in her quadriceps and calves.

"Damn..." The first boy admitted.  "Her legs ARE pretty built, huh?"

"You know, this may sound kind of weird but I actually like them..." The second boy chirped in.

Tiffany couldn't help but feel a sense of strange pride from hearing that.  She wasn't actually interested in ether boy, since it was Jason who held her affections, but this was the first time in her life that males were paying attention to her appearance... at least in a positive manner.  Granted, some women would feel offended, as if they were being objectified, Tiffany felt the opposite.  She felt nothing but empowerment from the idea that these two boys were practically drooling over her legs.  Not wanting to disappoint them, she crossed her legs in a seductive manner, fully showcasing their impressive girth.

"Jeeze dude, I can't believe it, but I gotta stop looking at.. Tiffany of all people." The first boy said in an extra hushed voice.

"What, you getting aroused or something?" the other boy asked, chocking back a giggle.

"I mean, you were right man, those legs..."

"Yeah, but not even that... I mean, since when does Tiffany have boobs?"

"No kidding.  I always thought she was flat as a board, but I guess baggy clothing can hide a lot, huh?"

Tiffany smirked to herself in satisfaction.  It was oddly gratifying to know that it wasn't just her new legs that were drawing attention.  Not wanting to break her spell on the boys, Tiffany slyly and slowly stretched herself out, intentionally jutting her breasts forward and revealing another few inches of her midriff.

"Holy smokes..." the boys whispered in near unison.

"Wow dude, check out her... abs?"  The first boy whispered with a hint of near confusion in his voice.

Wanting to continue toying with her voyeurs, Tiffany absentmindedly ran her fingers up her exposed midriff, ever so slightly revealing more skin to her viewers.  To her surprise, the two boys were right – her abs had definitely become more defined and thicker since this morning.  There was a definitive six-pack adorning her midsection, with obliques to match.

"Jeeze... You could probably do laundry on those things." The second boy mused.

"Seriously.  Who would have thought that abs were... hot?"

Tiffany giggled lightly to herself.  It was a refreshing change to have boys practically drooling over her.  The rest of the class went by without incident, and Tiffany couldn't help but find herself feeling even more bored than usual.  In the past she typically took notes and made an effort to follow along, but with her newfound mental capacities, Tiffany merely had to glance over at the whiteboard on occasion to immediately learn everything on it.  After what felt like an excruciatingly long amount of time, she was finally free.

As Tiffany made her way from class to class, she received quite a few glances and could overhear quite a few comments – almost all of which were positive.  She had to admit that she enjoyed the attention, although it was slightly painful to overhear numerous people refer to her as "that new girl", as if there was no possible way that the old her could be the bombshell she was today.

Tiffany's first few classes dragged on, but at last it was time for gym.  In the past Tiffany absolutely dreaded gym class, as it seemed to be the antithesis of everything she enjoyed.  There was very little use for her extensive mental abilities, instead she reduced to merely watching all of her peers outperform her consistently.  After today's run to school however, she knew that things were about to change.

Today's activity was dodgeball – the event that she used to hate the most.  While it was painful enough to witness the other students outperform her in terms of speed, strength and endurance, during dodgeball she without fail got pelted in the face numerous times over the course in the class.  Only once before had she successfully tagged another student out of the game with a ball, and never before had she successfully caught a ball thrown at her.

As the students lined up in preparation for the upcoming match, Tiffany focused her ears and heard a myriad of whispers about who "The new girl was" and "Could that really be Tiffany?".  Their questions were put to rest when attendance was called out.  Even the gym teacher found himself performing a double-take when a bombshell responded to his call for Tiffany.

At last, it was time for the dodgeball game.  Not wanting to do anything reckless and get knocked out early, Tiffany waited behind as the rest of the kids ran as quickly as possible to the starting ball line.  Before long, Brenda, one of the girls who frequently picked on Tiffany for her diminutive size caught aim of her and threw her ball with surprising force.  As the ball whizzed through the air towards Tiffany, her enhanced brain immediately recognized the incoming projectile and readied her appropriate reflexive systems.  Without even having to think about it, the young girl instinctively raised her hands and effortlessly caught the ball, causing Brenda to be eliminated from the match.

"How on earth did that bitch manage..." Brenda said quietly to herself.

As Tiffany's powerful eyes noticed Brenda's mouth beginning to open to allow speech, Tiffany's ears began instantaneously adapting to allow her to single out and hear every word.  The beginning words were lost as Tiffany's ears adapted, but she was able to very clearly hear "earth did that bitch manage..." to which Tiffany's super-powered brain easily filled in the blanks to provide context.  The young girl couldn't help but smirk triumphantly at Brenda's disbelief.

Looking down at the ball in her hands, Tiffany decided it was her turn.  After shifting the ball solely to her right hand, Tiffany quickly scanned for potential targets in front of her.  Almost instantaneously, Tiffany acquired her target.  Another girl similar to Brenda, who oft teased her, Robin.  Tiffany brought her arm back and slung the ball towards its target with all of her might.

To Tiffany's delight, and Robin's surprise, the ball coursed through the air with impressive speed.  Unfortunately for Tiffany, Robin was still quite adept and well coordinated, and was able to swerve out of the ball's path.  Tiffany was slightly disappointed with her own performance, but it was still a far cry from anything she could have hoped to accomplish just a mere 24 hours ago.

Unbeknownst to Tiffany, as with every other task, her body was adapting to meet the challenge at hand.  Both of her arms transformed slightly in synchronization to better adjust to the act of throwing a dodgeball.  Her arms had instantaneously hardened and her shoulders popped out ever-so-slightly more as they filled out with muscle.

The young girl found another ball nearby and quickly scooped it up.  After locking onto Robin again, she fired it without delay.  While the last ball was quite fast, this one was significantly faster.  Robin's eyes grew wide at the sphere rocketing towards her.  Caught off guard by the ball's speed, Robin found that her only option was to physically jump out of the way, causing her to crash onto the floor ungracefully.

Tiffany couldn't help but snicker slightly at the sight of her former tormenter.  As with before, the young girl's arms adapted to the task at hand, and filled out with slightly more muscle, preparing to perform the same action with greater effectiveness.  Noticing that Tiffany seemed slightly distracted, a random boy lobbed a moderately fast ball at her.  Without even batting an eye, Tiffany's ever-improving reflexive systems activated, and she casually raised her right hand and effortlessly caught the ball within her palm.  Tiffany grinned widely as the incredulous boy took a seat.

Clutching the ball tightly within her hand, Tiffany's forearms flared slightly as newfound muscle popped up.  The young girl wound her arm back and fired the ball at Robin with an even greater intensity than the last one.  Robin had barely gotten back onto her feet, only to be greeted by another super-fast ball hurdling towards her.  She threw her arms up in an attempt to catch the ball, but even her coordination was not enough.  The ball smacked her in the hands and bounced onto the floor, kicking Robin out of the match.

This time around, even Tiffany's back and abs strengthened to aid her in conquering the dodgeball field.    She quickly scanned the battlefield, as if she were some sort of dodgeball predator.  She counted six players on the opposite team, and only five remaining on hers.  A ball quickly slammed one of her teammates in the gut, bringing the count down to four.  Not wanting to pass up an opportunity, Tiffany gracefully leapt to the ball and deftly scooped it up.  She locked onto the closest opponent and fired an alarmingly fast ball at him.  The boy was able to barely move out of the way.  Tiffany's brain recorded his every precise movement as her muscles hardened in preparation for the next throw.

"Tiffany!" she heard a girl's voice behind her cry out.  "Here!" she said, carefully tossing the ball to her.

"Thanks!" Tiffany responded with a smile, easily catching the ball.  It amazed her how 24 hours ago, her teammates would have automatically wrote her off as dead weight.  Now they were tossing her balls to use, arguably highest honor in dodgeball.  Tiffany took the ammunition and fired an ever-faster round at the target she missed.  This time her mind took into account the boy's movements, and easily predicted where he'd try to move, causing the ball to slam into his leg, knocking him out of the match.

The opposing team realized that Tiffany was suddenly the all-star player, so a male and female duo coordinated a dual-strike.  Surely, two balls coming from different angles would catch Tiffany off guard.  They threw the balls with all of their might, causing them to soar through the air with impressive speed.  Without even flinching, Tiffany merely raised both of her arms and caught one ball with each hand, removing both of the students from the match.

With two balls in her possession and three opponents left, Tiffany's mind began calculating every possible move.  After a few moments of thought, Tiffany threw both balls at absurd speed.  The first ball immediately connected with its target, knocking a young women out of the match.  The second ball however, not only managed to connect with its first target, but also ricochet off of him and hit a second.  The gym teacher was so impressed with this feat, he promptly declared the game as over.

"Well, well, well.  Looks like Tiny Tiffany here was secretly a dodgeball all-star all along." The grizzled gym teacher announced with a hearty and kind laugh.  "Guess the rest of you need to eat your Wheaties and take your vitamins, cause Tiffany's way out of all of your leagues."

Brenda's face was beet red with a combination of anger and embarrassment.  "She got lucky!  That's all!" she yelled out.

Typically the gym teacher would be miffed that a student had an outburst like that, but he was far too amused to be upset.  "Oh really?" he asked with a rhetoric tone.  "Would you like to have a one on one dodgeball fight with Tiffany here?"

Brenda looked over at Tiffany.  She wasn't sure what was going on, but Tiffany looked downright jacked compared to all of the girls here as well as most of the boys.  "No thanks.  Dodgeball isn't about one on one." she explained as an excuse.

"Well then I'm not too sure how you can prove that Tiffany merely got lucky." he rubbed his significant facial hair stubble in contemplation.  "Do you have any ideas Tiffany?"

Tiffany's mind immediately began racing with a myriad of thoughts.  Suddenly, one occurred to her that seemed just crazy enough to work.  "Well..." she began slowly and slyly for emphasis.  "This may sound kind of crazy, but how about I go against everyone."

Multiple gasps of surprise and a few chuckles of disbelief could be heard.  "Err, excuse me?" the gym teacher asked.

"Yeah." Tiffany said, more confident in herself.  "Me versus everyone in the class."  She wanted to truly test herself.  If she were to somehow win, it would be the stuff of legends, and even if she were to lose, it was to be expected; it was a win-win situation.

"You are aware that would be you versus 25 able bodied teens?"  The gym teacher explained.  "Just because you did pretty well out there doesn't mean you're Neo from the Matrix."

"Well, if I won, wouldn't that prove that I'm not just lucky?"

"I suppose so..." The gym teacher admitted.  He knew that this sort of activity would be heavily frowned upon by almost anyone, but it was just too absurd of a situation to pass up.  "Well if everyone else is up for it, then I guess we'll give it a try."

The other students were confused, but decided to play along.  The two "teams" got into position.  On one side was the class of 25 students, and on the other was Tiffany all by her lonesome.  In a way, it was almost fitting as Tiffany often viewed herself as a bit of an outcast.  The gym teacher blew his whistle, and immediately the horde of students scrambled to grab the 13 balls on the line.  Tiffany simply stayed back, and let her brain take in each and every one of their movements.

After a few moments, the first line of dodgeball artillery was launched.  Tiffany leapt over a foot vertically and deftly grabbed two balls straight out of the air, knocking the opposition down to 23 contestants.  Upon landing, she used the two foam spheres in her hands to safely knock away 3 incoming projectiles, careful to make sure they landed behind her.  She fired off a ball at astounding speed, taking into account where the target would likely move to, and easily caught him.  In her peripheral vision, Tiffany caught sight of an incoming ball, extended her arm, and effortlessly caught it back-handed.

Having brought their numbers down to 19, Tiffany simultaneously fired off both balls and easily knocked out two more.  Her body seemed to notice her need for even faster and more effective ball-throwing capability and adapted immediately.  Her entire upper body almost instantly bulked up, causing her once non-existent biceps to easily measure at least 12 inches.  Her formerly invisible shoulder caps now proudly displayed prominent deltoid muscles.  Even her back and chest had powered up, causing her muscular lats to flare out from behind slightly, and her already perky breasts to protrude even more-so.

Not wanting to lose momentum, Tiffany quickly scanned her surroundings.  She noted the location of the balls behind her, and wanting to push herself to her limits, performed a standing back-flip that landed her directly next to two of the grounded balls.  In response to the action, the muscles in her legs flared out, giving both her quadriceps and calves at least an inch of pure muscle.  Tiffany quickly bent down scooped up one ball in each hand, and threw them at lightning speeds, causing a massive whizzing sound to rip through the air.  Both balls were direct hits, and landed with such force that they bounced off and landed on Tiffany's side of the court.

Enjoying the sense of awe and wonder she could sense from her fellow students, Tiffany opted to leap into the air to reach the freshly used balls.  Seeing this as an opportunity, one particularly brawny boy threw a ball with all of his might at the mid-air girl.  Tiffany effortlessly caught the ball in mid-air, and rocketed it off at another student, causing a successful out, all before landing on her feet.

This pace continued, with students occasionally attempting to throw balls at Tiffany, only to have her easily snatch them out of the air and counterattack without fail.  As the match went on, Tiffany's body continued adapting to allow the young girl to fire off more and more powerful shots, and to perform greater acrobatic feats.  By the end of the match, Tiffany was firing off shots that caused a sound similar to lightning to course through the air, and literally knocked their targets off their feet.  Before long, Tiffany had bested all 25 of her classmates.

Much to her disappointment, there was no great amount of applause awaiting her.  The entire class, as well as their gym teacher, were simply too awestruck to make a peep.  Fortunately, nobody was seriously injured, and the class merely came to its conclusion in near silence.  The entire experience was incredibly surreal for everyone involved, including Tiffany.

As Tiffany made her way to her next class, her incredibly sensory system detected somebody intentionally approaching her from behind.

"Hey uhh, Tiffany, wait up."  A boy's voice called from behind.

Tiffany turned around and saw Chad, one of the most popular boys of the school.  Despite his young age, Chad had already been with quite a few girls, and always had a following fawning over him.  She had to admit that if she were to judge guys based on looks and affluence alone, Chad would certainly be quite the catch.

She could sense that Chad was clearly interested in her.  "What?" She asked with a serious tone.

"I uhh..." He stammered out.

What was this?  Was Chad really nervous around her?  Around the same Tiffany that he had made fun of numerous times just a mere week ago.  The same Chad who wouldn't give her the time of day aside from trying to cheat off of her tests?

"What?" Tiffany asked with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Well, uhh..."

"Spit it out."  Tiffany was feeling confident and powerful – rightfully so.

"Ok. I was wondering if you wanna, you know, do something after class?" Chad's face was completely red.

Tiffany let out a light giggle.  Chad's face lightened up – girls laughing was always a good thing, right?

"Why on earth would I want to date someone like YOU?" Tiffany asked with a sharp tone.

"Wh-what?" Was all Chad could respond with.  Never before had a girl flat out refused him.

"Think about it Chad.  You may be hot, but you're nowhere near as hot as me."  Tiffany started.  "Not only that, but you're dumber than me, weaker than me, and an asshole."

"Hey!" Chad responded quickly, taken back by Tiffany's harsh words.  "I'm not an asshole!"

By now a small circle of people had begun to form around the two.  After all, not only was Chad here, but the suddenly sexy and incredibly athletic Tiffany was too.

"Well, rumors fly pretty quickly, and everyone knows that a mere 24 hours ago you and your shallow circle of friends were all laughing it up about how pathetic I was."  Tiffany was bluffing, but she was pretty positive she was right.

More people began filing in, and Tiffany began hearing murmurs that confirmed her accusations.

"That's... exaggerated!" Chad lied.

More murmurs and giggles affirmed his deceit.

"Even if it was, that doesn't change the fact that I'm just way out of your league.  Like I said, smarter, hotter, and stronger than you."

More and more people entered the circle until the hallway had become clogged.

"There's no way you're stronger than me." Chad shot back with a snort.  Sure, Tiffany was pretty buff for a girl, but there was just no way.

"Tell you what Chaddy Boy." Tiffany began.  "If you can beat me at armwrestling, I'll go on a date with you."

"And if I lose?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"Well, you'll be losing in front of everyone you know!" she happily exclaimed, pointing out the rather large group of people who formed.  The young girl smirked confidently and crossed her arms, displaying her muscles more prominently.

Chad looked around at the crowd of people, then back over at Tiffany's slightly bulging arms.  He remembered her action hero like performance in dodge ball earlier, and realized that he may have bitten off more than he could chew.  Regardless – practically everyone he knew was watching now, and he couldn't just back down from an arm-wrestle.  Especially not one from a girl.  Especially not one from Tiffany of all girls.

Before he could answer, the gym teacher had noticed the large gaggle of students and made his way over.  "I think that sounds like a splendid idea!" The middle aged man announced loudly.  He was awestruck by Tiffany's dodgeball performance and wanted to see the extent of her physical prowess.  Not to mention, he was fully aware that Chad was someone who could benefit from being taken down a peg or two.

"But... we have to get to class!" Chad exclaimed, looking for an out to his situation.

"Don't worry about it, I'll write notes for anyone who needs one.  Let's get this show on the road!" he said, waving the small mob into the gymnasium.

Tiffany grinned wickedly – it was her turn to embarrass somebody who truly deserved it.

– To be continued.

[lzzk2333]

Keep it going，appreciate，he is a legend

[Rapace]

Tiny Tiffany Chapter 3: Triumphant Tiffany
by MagnusMagneto (MagnusMagneto23)
Commissioned by Iceman75

Originally Published: May 26, 2013

Part 1.  Shortly after the events of Chapter 2

Tiffany and Chad stood on opposite ends of the arm-wrestling table.  Their gym teacher was fairly controversial among the PTA since he not only owned a tournament standard arm-wrestling table, but he actively encouraged his students to battle one another with it.  Regardless, the middle age man was too stubborn and effectively had tenure, so arm-wrestling was a common occurrence at Tiffany's school.

Chad looked around the room and noticed at least two dozen spectators.  He gulped loudly.  This was a no-win situation.  Sure, if he won he'd win a date with the overnight hottie, but he'd still always be looked down upon for actually arm-wrestling with a girl... and if he lost... Well, his peers would never let him live it down.  He imagined a nightmarish future where every girl he dated constantly reminded him that a girl was stronger than him.

Regardless of his fears, it was time to do or die.  The two competitors locked hands.  Chad flinched slightly at Tiffany's firm and confident grip.  She flashed him a mischievous smirk, slightly squinting her eyes in a playful show of intimidation.  Chad tightened his grip, not wanting to appear weak to his rival.  Tiffany was steadfast and merely added pressure to her own grip, causing visible striations to burst forth from her forearms.  The arrogant boy's demeanor was slipping further.  Desperate to claim dominance in their prebattle he squeezed even harder, causing his entire arm to tremble slightly from the effort.  Tiffany merely smirked harder at her opponent's effort.  She could practically feel her forearms and tendons tightening and strengthening to meet their latest task.  Without skipping a beat, she matched, and then eclipsed, Chad's pressure, causing the boy to tremble even harder.

"Wow there Chady boy."  Their gym teacher said out loud, noticing the pregame showdown.  "Don't tell me you're runnin' out of fuel already." he mocked with a hearty chuckle.  "Guess we don't want you to pass out or something, so let's get this battle started!"

After a quick countdown, Tiffany and Chad started their battle.  Wanting to get his living nightmare over with, Chad pushed with all of his strength.  Tiffany was slightly taken aback and lose a few inches of ground before stabilizing.  Her entire upper body responded, every relevant muscle thickening and growing to meet the task at hand.  A menacing bicep of at least 13 inches was now completely popping out of the girl's arm.  Chad's eyes practically bugged out of his head as he watched the girl's shoulders, biceps and forearms all instantaneously thicken with pure power.  He pushed with all of his might, but found himself completely incapable of budging Tiffany's arm any further.

Tiffany smirked confidently, and began to push back.  Without much resistance, Chad's arm quickly moved back to the neutral position.  The young girl continued adding pressure from her seemingly endless supply of energy, and before long she slammed her opponent's hand onto the table.  The onlooking crowd went wild, cheering Tiffany and jeering Chad – never before had they seen a girl defeat a boy at armwrestling.

"Looks like we have a winner!" The gym teacher yelled out.

"Wanna try again big shot?" Tiffany asked with a wink.

Chad was blushing profusely and merely shook his head.

"Come on big guy, I'll even let you use two hands!" she added.

The crowd caught wind of Tiffany's offer and started yelling for Chad to accept the offer.

It was another lose-lose situation for Chad.  He had already lost with one hand, and if he lost using both it'd mean that Tiffany was at least twice as strong as he was.  Then again, he couldn't simply just walk away from the challenge, after all, how could a popular guy like Chad lose to a girl like Tiffany in arm-wrestling using both of his arms?

The teen let out a loud sigh.  "Alright." he agreed to the challenge.

The gym teacher was practically beaming at this turn of events, eager to see if the seemingly unstoppable Tiffany could be taken down.  It was crazy enough that a girl so deftly defeated a boy, let alone a rematch with such a huge advantage.

"Ready tough guy?" Tiffany teased, presenting her arm.

Chad grumbled something inaudible and got into position.  He placed both of his larger hands onto Tiffany's smaller single hand.

"Go ahead." she commanded with a playful wink.

Chad started pushing.  Once again, he managed to gain some early ground, but the young girl quickly stabilized.  Tiffany's entire upper body blossomed again, her arms easily gaining at least an inch of sheer muscle.  Chad knew that he wasn't mistaken this time – Tiffany was literally growing right before his eyes.  He pushed and pushed with all of his might, but it served only to empower the young girl more and more.

With her spare arm, Tiffany motioned an exaggerated yawn to emphasize her control of the situation.  Chad performed a double take.  Not only had Tiffany's right arm blossomed with muscle, but her free arm had as well.  He looked over and realized that Tiffany's already perky breasts were now propped up even higher by visible pecs that probably put his own to shame.

As much as she was enjoying putting Chad to shame, Tiffany had begun to grow bored.  She began slowly pushing him back, and her body immediately adjusted.  Her arms in particular reached  a solid 15 inches of sheer muscle, which made her opponent's arms look downright puny in comparison.  After finally feeling satisfied, Tiffany slammed down both of Chad's arms and let out a playful giggle.

Tiffany was deemed the champion, and for the rest of his life, Chad would be constantly reminded of the events that occurred that day.

Part 2.  Sometime after the arm-wrestling match.

As Tiffany sat through her next class, all she could think about was how great it was to feel truly powerful.  She was a little worried that all of the muscle she was building may become unsightly, but it was a price she was willing to pay for the power they yielded.  That was, of course, as long as Jason was okay with her muscles.  Tiffany was hoping more than anything that with her new form she could finally truly get the big lug's attention.  Sure, she cold easily have guys that most girls would consider to be far hotter than Jason, but there was something about the big guy that she loved.

Tiffany's super-powered mind was a flurry of thoughts.  She wondered how much stronger and smarter she could become with the serum she drank.  Theoretically there would indeed be an upper limit to her growth, but she wasn't really sure what it was.  The young girl began wondering what would happen if she drank another dose of the formula.  Then again, in hindsight, the formula she created earlier seemed almost primitive.  With her enhanced mind, she could effortlessly see dozens of interactions and connections between the chemicals that she hadn't before.  If her theories were correct, she could actually make a new version of the formula that was far more potent than the first.

Then again, she wondered if Jason would like her already 15 inch biceps, let alone even larger ones.

Part 3.  Sometime in the middle of lunch, during Tiffany and Jason's usual lunch discussion.

"You really like my muscles..?" Tiffany asked fairly incredulously.

Jason's face turned a shade of bright red.  After a brief moment of hesitation, as if he were admitting some form of taboo, he nodded his head.  "Yeah, I've always thought that strong girls were hot." he explained.

The young girl's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing the news.  "Would you, uh, like to feel them?" she offered with a nervous giggle.

The large boy so very badly wanted what was happening to be real, but was afraid it was some kind of elaborate hoax.  He shifted his eyes around,as if it could buy him some time to make his decision.  "Uh, yeah, that would be nice."

Fortunately, thanks to her super enhanced senses it was easier for Tiffany to discern that Jason was being truthful.  Grateful for an opportunity to physically impress her secret crush, Tiffany flexed her right arm, causing a hard baseball shaped bicep to pop up.

Jason slowly began to move his hand over to feel her arm, but was literally shaking with anxiety during the process.

"Go on, don't be shy!" Tiffany encouraged warmly and enthusiastically.

Feeling a renowned confidence, Jason promptly wrapped his fingers around the arm and gave it a light squeeze.  His large hands failed to encompassed the muscle, and it was surprisingly hard, as if he were feeling a steel ball covered in soft warm skin.  Being a teenage boy full of hormones, Jason couldn't help but be slightly turned on from the display of muscle within his hands.

Tiffany could fully sense Jason's arousal, it was all too easy for her to discern with such heightened senses.  At last, she was finally receiving the reaction from him that she desired.  "You like that, don't you?" she asked coyly, winking for emphasis.

Jason, dumbfounded, merely nodded in response.

"Go ahead and give it a real squeeze, if that's what you're into." Tiffany encouraged.

Jason clamped his fingers down harder, only to find that he couldn't budge it whatsoever.  "D-does that hurt?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Tiffany giggled lightly.  "Of course not silly!  I'm made of steel!"

Satisfied and slightly intimidated, the large boy released his grasp.

"I'm really glad you like my muscles Jason." Tiffany said, her eyes gleaming with a genuine warmth.  She almost let out a chuckle upon retrospect of how worried she was that her muscles would be too big.  In fact, she had come to really enjoy and appreciate them.  "Ummm." Tiffany started, slightly nervous about what she was going to ask.  "What would you think of them if they were... bigger?"

Jason's eyes grew wide.  "W-well..." he stammered out, trying to collect his thoughts.  "Uhhhh..." was all he could manage, trying to buy himself some time.

Tiffany could very easily detect his nervousness. "Oh... I guess they're getting too big?" Tiffany responded, disappointed.

"No not that!" Jason quickly butt in.  "It's... well... can you keep this a secret?"

Tiffany nodded sincerely.

"Well... I think it'd be really hot if your muscles got bigger."

Tiffany's confidence "Like how much bigger?" Tiffany asked

Jason blinked a few times in disbelief.  "I guess... as big as you could possibly get..." he responded.

Tiffany grinned widely.  "Well, I'll be sure to keep that in mind!" she responded with a playful wink.

Just then a perfectly timed bell ended the lunch period.  With a little push from Jason, she now knew her idea to improve the formula even further was the right thing to do.  The rest of the school day seemed to fly by for real life super-girl.  Instead of paying attention to class, she had focused all of her mental efforts towards figuring out the optimal way to perfect the formula.  As the final bell for class rang, she cursed under her breath – she wanted more time.

Part 4. After school

While waiting for the school bus to pick her up and take her home, Tiffany quickly grew impatient.  She needed to get home and work on the formula!  After remembering how easily she ran to school in the morning, she determined it would simply be faster to run home.  Without hesitation, Tiffany took off at top speed.

Just like her run earlier that day, Tiffany's body immediately began adapting to better suit the task at hand.  Her legs, internal organs, and even midsection all became slightly stronger and more efficient.  Tiffany's speed continued to increase higher and higher.  Unaware of just how fast she was going, she continued pushing herself harder.  Unknowingly, Tiffany had effortlessly eclipsed the world record of 30 MPH and was only growing faster.  Through sheer determination, Tiffany accelerated ever faster, her powerful legs pushing bringing her up to 40... 50... and finally 60 miles per hour.  Not only was Tiffany getting faster, but her senses all continued sharpening to accommodate her speed.  While any normal person would view their surroundings as a blur at 60 MPH, as well as hear next to nothing, Tiffany had complete vision of her surroundings, and could hear everything nearby with pinpoint accuracy.

Out of seemingly nowhere a flurry of blue and red lights appeared in Tiffany's peripheral vision, followed by the familiar blare of a siren.  Tiffany looked behind her back and realized... she was being pulled over by the police..?  Not wanting to break the law, the young girl came to a screeching halt.

The police officer parked behind Tiffany, got out of his vehicle and slowly approached her.  "Err.. Young miss, do you realize how fast you were going in this residential zone..?" he asked, taken aback by the bizarre situation.

Tiffany stared at him wide eyed.  "Uhh... No." she admitted.

"Over sixty miles per hour." he bluntly stated.

Tiffany's cheeked turned blood red with embarrassment.  "I didn't think there was a speed limit for people!" she explained.

The officer scratched his head.  "Yeah... I'm not so sure on this one myself." he responded  "Look, uhh, can you just try to... Keep it down a bit?" he asked  "Maybe run at just 30?  Assuming this isn't all a crazy dream..."

Tiffany was unsure of how to respond.  She was fairly certain that there was no law against RUNNING at sixty miles per hour, but she could see that the officer was in a strange situation.  "Uhh... alright.  I'll try to stay below 30." she responded.

"Alright, carry on then ma'am" the officer said before returning to his car.

Still slightly taken aback by the fairly surreal experience, Tiffany ran home at a leisurely 30 miles per hour.  As soon as she reached her destination, Tiffany made a beeline for the family lab.  Without hesitation, the young girl entrenched herself in research, running every calculation she came up with in class.

After a few hours of toiling away, Tiffany had finally completed a new version of the formula.  With a great deal of anxiety, the young girl brought the vial to her lips, and drank it all in one gulp.

– To be concluded in Chapter 4: Titanic Tiffany!

[Justjeff79]

Haha, the police pulling her over was a great touch. That made me laugh.