#FANfiction: *FILM/TV* Cartoon Characters Muscled-Up~collected

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Trixie Tang Muscles Up, Part 2
By GBM
Fairly Odd Trixie

Trixie looked on as the Mayor shuffled away and the tanks, army men and planes closed in on her.  She narrowed her eyes.  She would be the Mayor of Dimmsdale.  Then on to Mayor of the World!  But first things first.

Scanning the massive machines around her Trixie smiled.  She had already grown into the strongest girl in the world just by thinking about having bigger, stronger muscles and had trashed three large boys with her throbbing, rock hard muscles.  But this was different.  Her muscles were as big as the largest man, but she would need to make them bigger.  Much bigger.  She was way stronger than any single man, but she would need to make her muscles stronger.  Much stronger.  And with a thought, her already large body began to expand, piling on huge, pulsing muscles that quickly pushed bigger than anybody had ever flexed before.  Watching as someone from the army yelled "FIRE", Trixie pressed her chest forward into an impenetrable wall of young girl muscle firmness.

"I'll show them who's in charge around here!  Trixie Tang is going to be bigger, stronger and prettier than a hundred men!  A thousand men!  More!"

Her chest piled on layers of muscles, blowing her pectorals out into twin basketballs of steel hard might and with one more deep inhale, even bigger!  Flexing out in front of her, Trixie's chest pulsed as more layers of ultra hard muscles pushed her chest to 50 inches wide, 25 inches high and two feet thick.

Timmy watched with fear as the guns were fired and then with surprise as they bounced off her pumped up pectorals with high pitched pings!  And not only that, but as the rain of bullets continued, Trixie started to giggle!

"These bullets tickle!  I guess I'll just need to make my chest so hard that I don't even feel the bullets!"

And just like that her chest solidified further and took on an incredible sheen as she left steel hardness behind and pressed her chest passed diamond.  As she laughed, she continued to inhale, causing her chest to bob up and down and add even more layers of muscle perfection to her already gigantic chest.  Her 50 inch wide chest ballooned out in every direction to 70 inches, and with another breath, to 90 inches as the bullets continued to bounce off her chest in a shower of flattened steel.  Smiling as the bullets now felt lighter than a sprinkle, she continued to pump up her chest, adding incredible layers of muscles to the biggest chest in the world!

"I'll show those army men whose boss!  These mighty muscles are stronger than steel now and getting stronger!  I'm indestructible!"

As the hail of bullets slowed, Trixie stopped adding layers of muscles to her expanding chest.  She had flexed up her chest to twin balls 120 inches across and 60 inches high!  Her pectoral wall was 10 feet wide and five feet tall, touching the ground and rising over the top of her head!  This presented the perfect target for the tanks and two of them fired right at her chest.  Trixie giggled as she saw the shells fly out of the tanks right toward her!

"He-he-he!  These girl muscles are way too powerful for your pathetic tank shells!  My muscles are bigger, stronger and harder than anything on earth!"

Trixie may have been smiling, but Timmy wasn't so happy being only 10 feet away behind a weight machine.  His eyes got wide as he saw the tank shells head toward Trixie.  He turned quickly toward Cosmo and Wanda.

"I wish that we were behind an indestructible wall of glass!"

A quick ring sounded as the fairies waved their wands and a large piece of glass appeared in an igloo shape around them.  Cosmo and Wanda changed into squirrels and bounced next to Timmy just as the tank shells slammed into Trixie's pumped up pectorals.  The explosion was blinding and Timmy looked back up as the smoke was clearing.

"Trixie!"

Cosmo squinted his eyes.

"Uh, Timmy, I think she's OK."

Much to Timmy's surprise as he pressed his face against the glass, he saw that the shells hadn't harmed Trixie at all!  She was standing in the same spot without a scratch on her.  And she was giggling again.

"Well, if that tickled, I guess I had better make my muscles even stronger!  Like another hundred times stronger!"

And with another thought her already gigantic, striated chest surged bigger and grew even harder, this time with uncharted power.  She flexed down and her chest piled on even more muscles, pushing up to 170 inches across and then up to 240 inches across and 10 feet high!  With muscle cleavage 120 inches thick her chest slammed into the ground with ferocity and bulged ominously outward, seeming to dare the army to fire something else!  Another tank shell exploded against her chest and this time she giggled at the fact that she hardly even felt it!  Everything around her was being destroyed and Trixie was standing in the middle of it all with a chest as big as two SUVs, like nothing was happening.

"Every time I flex my chest I add another layer of pectoral perfection!  My muscles are crackling with power, pumping with might, surging forward with super hardness and pulsing with unlimited power!  The world has never seen a more beautiful, more awesomely powerful chest than mine!"

Looking up, Trixie smiled again as she saw two fighter planes circle and launch what looked like 50 missiles all headed for her!  Thinking that she needed to make her chest bigger and stronger she inhaled deeply and mounds of pectoral muscles blew outward, stacking muscles on top of each other in quick succession, doubling the size of her chest in an instant to 480 inches across and 240 inches high!  Her chest was now 20 feet high and looked like it was chiseled out of pink marble, covered only by her ultra stretchable violet bikini top.  Just as the missiles closed in on their target, Trixie flexed down again, causing her pectorals to sizzle with intensity and blast forward, doubling in size again, this time to 1000 inches across!  Her wall of mega muscles was now over 80 feet wide and 40 feet tall!  The missiles, bombs and shells all exploded against her young girl pectorals in quick succession, looking like a fourth of July fireworks show, shooting off sparks, and covering the area with smoke, concussions and colorful discharges.  Everyone stopped and looked, ooing and ahhing at the fireworks shooting out in all directions against the pink wall of pulsing, striated super charged Trixie pectorals.

Timmy looked on wide eyed.  "Wow, pretty cool, huh?"

Cosmo smiled up at Timmy.  "Look at all the pretty colors!"

Wanda looked on as the smoke started to clear.  "Uh, yeah, but Trixie doesn't seem to be bothered by all that firepower!"

As the explosions finally stopped and the smoke cleared, the only thing left standing was a small igloo and Trixie Tang, who was slowly reducing her mighty pectorals down and narrowing her eyes.  Once her chest was down to twin basketballs she smiled wickedly and jumped into the air, landing with a small boom next to two tanks.

"I think its time to stop being a target and start showing everyone just how strong my girl muscles really are!"

Trixie may have reduced her muscle size in order to move around, but her muscle hardness was clearly evident as her white skin was paper thin as her muscles pressed forward with incredible detail, balling into small boulders with every flex bigger than any male bodybuilder had ever flexed before!  Reaching out she gripped a tank with each hand and scrunched into the metal.  Smiling and batting her eyes, she brought her arms up over her head and the tanks smashed into each other exploding above her.

"That was EASY!  My girl muscles are stronger than anyone or anything!"

Tensing her powerful quads, Trixie jumped into the air like a missile, pushing both fists in front of her and ripped through five planes in quick succession as she arced forward.  Each plane exploded in a ball of fire and smoke and the pilots parachuted out.  Trixie landed on top of a tank, ripping it in half as her indestructible muscles tore through the metal.  She picked up both halves, one in each hand and threw them into the air, taking out two bombers, causing two more large explosions in the air.

"I'm a one girl army!  My muscles are pumped up with super strength and indestructible power!  The mayor had better give up quick!"

Giggling, Trixie started running quickly from one armored vehicle to the next, smashing tanks, jeeps and trucks with her small fists and pulsing, ultra powerful muscles, sending men scrambling everywhere as the short, dark haired mega muscular young 10 year old girl made quick work of the world's most powerful army.  Timmy looked on with continued fascination.  Shaking his head, he looked down at his fairy godparents.

"Well I guess you can get rid of the shield.  It looks like Trixie has pretty much demolished the army.  She must be way too strong for them now."

The igloo disappeared as they looked at Trixie, who was juggling four large tanks high into the air.  Her muscles bunched and surged as she easily moved the tanks around as if they were tennis balls.  Wanda looked back at Timmy.

"You think?"

Timmy sighed and began to walk toward Trixie in hopes of talking her out of wishing for super strength.  He looked pretty worried as he saw the smile on Trixie's face when she pushed each tank higher until they were all in the air.  She then reared her fist back and unleashed a mega powered punch at each tank as it was about to hit the ground.  Her bicep bunched up into a watermelon sized mound of raging power that was transferred to her fist.  The tanks exploded with a loud concussion one at a time as she was easily demolishing each tank with one punch!  Timmy had never even seen the Crimson Chin do that!  He tapped his head at that thought.  If he couldn't talk her out of giving up her powers, maybe he would have to bring in his own super hero.

With the army now in full retreat, Trixie walked confidently toward the large metal re-enforced building that the mayor had holed up in.  Just as she was about to reach the door a bunch of men in coveralls jumped out with shot guns and pointed them at Trixie.  One of them spit and then gave her a warning.

"You better just turn around and go home little girl, cause me and my friends ain't never had to shoot a girl before."

Trixie just turned toward them, pulled her fist up and brought it down hard on the ground causing a small earthquake that rolled the street forward like a huge tidal wave 30 feet high carrying the men away and crashing into a building 5 blocks away.

"Nobody is telling ME what to do anymore!  My muscles are so pumped up and so hard that their bullet proof, bomb proof and missile proof.  I'm so strong that I could lift this whole town if I wanted.  I'm going to rule Dimmsdale with my strength, beauty and overwhelming muscle power.  And then I'll move on to the world!"

As she turned back toward the door, Timmy was standing in the way.

"Hi Trixie."

Trixie smiled.  "Hi Tommy.  Are you here to watch me become Mayor?"

"Uh, it's Timmy and no, I was hoping that you would change your mind."

Trixie giggled.  "Now why would I want to do that?  You've seen how everyone just loves my beauty, and respects my muscles."

Trixie tensed her muscles and they all expanded forward into shredded balls of living steel, solidifying into a wall of gigantic indestructible young girl power.  Her calves were easily 40 inches around, sticking out like twin throbbing volleyballs.  Her thighs were 60 inches around each and separated into thick strips that cast a deep shadow over her knees.  Her thin waist was littered with small bumps and grooves that curved quickly out to her twin medicine ball sized heaving chest.  Her back was 50 inches wide and her traps and shoulders bulged upward into intimidating blocks of curved might.  Trixie flexed her biceps and two balls of muscle rose up faster than a balloon hooked up to helium tank, pressing above her head quickly and racing passed 40 inches, 60 inches, 80 inches, up to 100 inches around and 4 feet high!  Timmy gasped at the incredible detailed girl muscles surging in front of him.  Trixie's muscles were bigger than Jorgan's!  Timmy stammered for a moment.

"Uh, yeah.  Well maybe they don't respect your muscles as much as they fear them.  Everyone ran away."

Trixie released her flex, allowing her muscles to recede slightly.  She shrugged her football shaped shoulders.

"Respect, fear, whatever.  As long as they do what I want, nobody has to get hurt."

Timmy swallowed.  "But is that what you really want?  You're popular because you're pretty, dress really nice and have lots of money.  But with your muscles people are afraid of you.  Wouldn't you rather just go back to the way things were?  I know I liked the old Trixie better."

Trixie gave him a compassionate stare.  Maybe Timmy was right.  Looking back around her the destruction was pretty bad.  Nobody was around to tell her she was pretty.  But then she flexed her pectorals and smiled as the hard muscles crackled and solidified and the violet bikini top groaned.  She liked being strong.  She liked having big muscles.  And she knew that she would MAKE everyone like her if she had to, whether they wanted to or not!

"Well I like the new me better, so you just better get used to it, because I'm going to be taking over around here! "

Trixie turned back to the 10 story metal building, bent down to one side and reached her left hand at the base, sinking her hand into the foundation with a light crackle.  With another thought about being even stronger, Trixie stood up, bringing her arm up over her head and with a loud tearing sound, pulled the entire building over her head!  Trixie was holding the 10 story building with one arm like it was a pillow!  The mayor was standing there shaking in fear.  Chompy and the rest of staff looked at the hyper muscular, super strong pretty girl holding the building with one arm and ran away, leaving the mayor alone.  With another impossible super strength move, Trixie casually tossed the building up into the air where it arced upward and crashed into a park two miles away.  Placing her hands on her hips Trixie struck a powerful pose and looked the mayor in the eyes.

"Now hand over that sash, Mr. Mayor, Trixie Tang is going to be in charge from now on."

Timmy turned back toward Cosmo and Wanda who were still squirrels.  "Well if Trixie Tang is going to act like a Super Villain, then I guess it's time to call in a Super Hero.  I wish the Crimson Chin were here!"

With another wand ring a musical interlude built and a red streak appeared in the sky.  As the red streak neared Timmy, the familiar song sounded.

"Here comes the Crimson Chin!"

The Crimson Chin landed next to Timmy and looked around.

"Great jaws of justice, what type of evil villain has descended upon your city?"

Timmy, Trixie and the Mayor all turned to look at the Crimson Chin.  The Mayor and Timmy both pointed at Trixie who battered her eyes and smiled.

The Crimson Chin's expression went blank and he blinked his eyes a few times.  He turned toward Timmy.

"Are you telling me that the girl you have the hots for has destroyed half your town and is about to take over the city?"

Timmy blushed.  "Uh, yeah, that's about it."

The Crimson Chin gave him a suspicious look.  "And you and those pink and green squirrels had nothing to do with it?"

Timmy just stood there smiling weakly.  The Crimson Chin tapped his foot.  Timmy started to sweat.

"Uh OK, maybe I did.  All I wanted was for her to be happy."

The Crimson Chin sighed.  "So now she has super strength and you can't stop her."

Timmy nodded his head.  "Yeah, but I was sort of hoping that you would."  Timmy gave him a toothy smile.

The Crimson chin extended his arm toward Trixie.  "But she's just a 10 year old girl!  I've never had to hit a GIRL before.  The elderly, farm animals and a few nasty women, but never a girl."

Trixie approached the Chin.  "Well, then that will make this really easy!  I always liked Skull Squisher better anyway!"

Trixie jumped up and delivered a devastating uppercut to his large chin with a loud crunch, sending him shooting up into the air back toward a 20 story building two blocks away.  He smashed a foot into the building spread eagle, looking dazed.  He then fell forward and crashed into the pavement.  Getting up quickly he shook his head.

"Well I guess there's first time for everything!"

And with the familiar battle sound rising up, the Crimson Chin shot toward Trixie and punched her in the face, sending her flying backwards, smashing through several buildings.

Timmy backed away and looked at Cosmo and Wanda.  "Wow!  This ought to be good.  I wish I had some popcorn!"  Another ring sound followed and soon all three were sitting in recliners, eating popcorn and watching the fight unfold before them.

Wanda looked at Timmy.  "Doesn't this all seem oddly familiar?"

Timmy gave her a quizzical look.  "Nope.  Not at all."  Timmy looked into his popcorn.  "What, no butter?"

As another ring sounded adding butter to the popcorn, Trixie was running back toward the Crimson Chin.

"Punch me in the face will you. Nobody punches Trixie Tang in the face!"

Trixie pulled her muscle loaded arm back and unleashed another punch to the Chin's chin!

KA-POW!

This punch sent him flying up even higher than before, 10 feet, 50 feet, 100 feet into the air.  As he began to fall back down he shook his head and began to fly, hovering 10 feet above the ground and the angry, hugely muscled young girl.  He rubbed his aching chin.

"It looks like someone could use some chin lasers!"

The Crimson Chin's eyes flashed as he sent down his power beams directly at Trixie, who raised her hand up to shield the light and squinted against the glare.

KA-SIZZLE!

After a few seconds, the Crimson Chin stopped his beam only to find that it had no effect against the young powerhouse.  Trixie stood there with sunglasses on, admiring a perfect tan.  Out of nowhere a group of boys appeared from behind a building and whistled at her bikini clad, tanned body.  Trixie gave them a dazzling smile and lifted one leg behind her.  The Crimson Chin gave a determine look as Trixie shook off the effects of his lasers, losing her tan.

"Perhaps you could use a chin spin!"

The Crimson Chin flew down behind her and grabbed her long dark hair.  Before Trixie could reach around he began to twist her around and around until she was a blur. 

"It looks like someone could use a hair of JUSTICE!"

Whirling her around and around he let her go and she flew up high and clear out of downtown.

KA-TOSS!

Trixie sailed toward the base of a large hill in the city park, slamming back to the ground.  She quickly got up and brushed off the dirt and looked up to see the Crimson Chin flying directly at her.

"This fighting sure is dirty business.  I think its time to show the Crimson Chin just what Trixie Tang is made of!"

Trixie braced herself and angrily thought about being stronger than the Crimson Chin, causing her already petrified muscles to harden with a sound of rocks being crushed into dust.  Now smiling, Trixie stood firm and placed her hands on her hips, thrusting out her pumpkin sized pectorals boldly into twin orbs of devastating muscle power, causing them to crackle loudly.  The Crimson Chin slammed his fists squarely into her bulging chest with all of his might!

KA-PUNCH!

Only this time it was the Crimson Chin who took the brunt of the blow.  His arms buckled like two accordions against her mega powerful chest and he angled off, up and over Trixie, spiraling awkwardly and slamming harshly to the ground behind her.  Getting up and shaking his arms he stalked over toward her.  Only Trixie was looking bored, staring at her nails.

"Gee Mr. Chin, was that your BEST punch?"

Taken aback by the casual nature of his young foe, the Crimson chin began to rain down blows against Trixie's hyper muscular young muscles under a red blur.  The punches echoed off the surrounding hills like gun fire.

KA-RA-TA-TAT-TAT!

As the Crimson Chin finally tired, he dropped his arms and slumped forward, only to look into the pretty violet eyes of the mega powered young girl.  Trixie battered her eyelashes and flashed a smile, completely unharmed!

"Well if those were your best punches too, I guess this little mega powered girl is going to have to return the favor.  Only MY muscles have a bit more power behind them!"

Trixie gave the Crimson Chin a knee buckling punch to the stomach and he folded over.

KA-WOOF!

This time using both fists, Trixie gave the Crimson Chin another uppercut and he sailed upward, head over heels, spinning into a red blur.  Smiling, but not moving an inch, Trixie pulled her right arm up and tensed her small fist.  The sound of dynamite exploding filled the air as Trixie flexed her super powered bicep!

KA-BOOM!

Sailing upward like a missile, Trixie's bicep grew up quickly into a mountain of young girl power, 100 inches around, 150 inches around and quickly up to 250 inches around!  Her outrageous bicep was 10 feet high and pulsed with unearthly power, meeting the falling chin with an earth shaking thud.  His body draped over her thunderous bicep peak as she held her pose, giggling up at the super hero.

KA-RUNCH!

"Now that's what real muscle is all about, Mr. Chin!  I'm filled with irresistible might!  My muscles are overloaded with power!  I'm one super muscle girl!  And you're nothing but a toy doll to me!"

Bringing her forearm down, her bicep dropped five feet and with a giggle, Trixie brought her forearm back up, sending her peak back up quickly to 250 inches around tumbling the Crimson Chin into the air.  Trixie brought her left arm up and flexed down hard and with another explosion caused that bicep to sail upward into an enormous mass of ultra girl power, matching the impossible size of her right arm just as the Crimson Chin landed on his back against her left bicep peak with loud snap!  He was once again draped over her bicep, feeling powerless against the raw might of this young girl.

Huffing and puffing, Timmy ran up to see his hero hanging over his sweetheart's humongous bulging bicep like a broken action figure.  Two squirrels were right behind him, huffing and puffing too.

Wanda looked at Cosmo.  "Why didn't he just ask us to poof him here instead of running the whole way?"

Cosmo smiled.  "Maybe he needed the exercise after eating all that popcorn."

The Crimson Chin looked at Timmy upside down.  "I'll be honest with you Timmy, this hurts a lot."

Timmy looked back at Cosmo and Wanda.  "Oh no, the Crimson Chin is no match for Trixie!  If he's out of her league, who do we have left?"

The squirrels both shrugged their shoulders against the backdrop of Trixie continuing to flex one bicep and then the next, sending the Crimson Chin back and forth, landing harshly each time on her towering biceps, unable to even fly away.  Trixie continued to giggle.

"I like to call this my super hero bicep bounce!  First you flex one girl powered bicep."

The Crimson Chin once again flew off her right bicep and spiraled in the air.

"And then you flex up your other mega girl powered bicep!"

Trixie tensed her nuclear powered bicep, sending it back up to 250 inches of unrelenting muscle might.  The Crimson Chin crashed into her peak again.

"And you catch his broken body on your other super bicep!  It's that easy!"

As Trixie continued to pump up her biceps and flip the Crimson Chin like a pancake, Timmy, Cosmo and Wanda watched the event like a tennis match, following the Crimson Chin from one bicep to the next.  As the Crimson Chin hung over her right bicep Trixie looked up and smiled.

"But all good things must come to an end, and this is the end for you Mr. Chin!  I've got a city to rule!"

Releasing her 10 foot wall of personified power, her bicep reduced down and the Crimson Chin fell toward the ground.  Trixie pulled her arm back again and twirled her fist behind her back.

"Good-bye Crimson Chin!"

As the Crimson Chin was about to hit the ground, Trixie brought her twirling fist forward, unleashing a punch into the Crimson Chin's chest with explosive force.

KA-BLAM!

The Crimson Chin rocketed off at mach speed, leaving a red vapor trail behind him as his stiff body flew out of sight and the music interlude came back one more time.

"There goes the Crimson Chin!"

Timmy wished to be sent to where the Crimson Chin was going to land and opened a Crimson Chin comic book on the ground, just as his hero came into view.  The Crimson Chin fell back into the comic book and disappeared.  He looked at Cosmo and Wanda who were back to fairies, floating above him.

"Now what?  Trixie is probably headed back toward town by now, looking for the Mayor."

Wanda looked back at Timmy.  "Who's more powerful than the Crimson Chin?"

Timmy tapped his head again.  "I know!  But we'd better get to the city first.  I wish we were back by the Mayor."

As the ring sounded, Timmy was in the middle of town inside another building.  The Mayor was crouched behind a desk, shaking.  Looking at his two squirrels, Timmy shrugged.

"Maybe she won't find us."

But just as he finished his sentence, the entire building shook.  Timmy looked at the Mayor.

"Earthquake!"

With a loud crunch, the wall collapsed into a heap.  As the dust settled a silhouette of a short, dark haired super muscular girl came into view.  Trixie had knocked down the wall with a one punch and was now standing defiantly in the rubble.

"Mayor, I'm tired of asking.  Now give me your sash!"

Timmy zipped back in front of Trixie.  "Wow Trixie, you sure are super powerful."

Trixie smiled and battered her eyes.  "Why thank you for noticing Timmy."

Timmy tapped his chin.  "Uh, you must be the strongest, most powerful girl on earth."

Trixie giggled.  "I sure am!"

Timmy looked up.  "Why, I'll bet that you're stronger than anyone, man, woman or fairy."

Giving Timmy a quizzical look at the last statement, her expression quickly softened and she smiled again.  "You bet I am!  There's nobody anywhere stronger or more powerful than me!  That's why I'm going to rule the world!  Now if you'll excuse me, I have a sash waiting to be draped across my bulging shoulders."

As Trixie's attention turned back to the Mayor a loud thunderclap filled the area and with a huge puff of smoke, Jorgen appeared in all of his huge muscled glory.

"What's this about someone thinking they're stronger and more powerful than me?  Nobody is stronger or more powerful than me!"

Trixie turned and looked up and up at the 8 foot tall man in front of her.  Timmy pointed at Trixie.

"That's not what she thinks!"

Trixie placed her hands on her hips and looked up defiantly.

"That's right!  I'm stronger than anyone AND my muscles can flex up bigger than EVERYONE!"

Jorgen looked down at the short, but decidedly muscular young girl and laughed.

"Ha-ha-ha!  Puny earth girl.  Nobody can stand up to MY mighty muscles!"

Timmy cleared his throat.  "Then how about a contest.  Arm wrestling, weight lifting and muscle flexing.  The loser has to wish away their powers."

Jorgen laughed again.  "Ha-ha-ha!  Surely you can't be serious.  I've never lost ANY of those contests!"

Trixie fumed.  Nobody laughs at her.  ESPECIALLY now!

"That's it!  You're on, Mr. giant military man, or whatever your name is!  We'll see who the strongest one is!"

Jorgen stood back up, looking serious.  "Done!  It's been over two days since I've made a little girl cry!"

A loud poof followed and both Jorgen and Trixie were sitting at a large table.  Timmy, Cosmo and Wanda sat in the front row of what looked like a Roman Coliseum.  Screaming fairies filled the seats.  A fairy in a striped shirt floated into the stadium and a fairy in a dark suit pulled down a microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen!  I give you a contest in three parts!  Winner take all!  The first contest is arm wrestling.  The first hand to hit the table loses!"

The referee floated forward and pulled Jorgen's and Trixie's hands together.

"Let's have a clean wrestle here folks."

The referee looked at Jorgen.  "And Jorgen, please try not to rip her arm off."

Jorgen laughed.  "Sorry, I can't make promises I might not keep!"

Trixie glared.  He had a huge leverage advantage against her short, but powerful arm.  Both of their muscles tensed in anticipation.  The referee looked both combatants in the eyes one last time, pulled his hands away and yelled "Go"!

The match was on!

End of Part 2.  Next:  The contest is on!

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Trixie Tang Muscles Up, Part 3
By GBM
Trixie versus Jorgen

A contest was now under way.  Jorgen, the most powerful Fairy in the universe, versus Trixie, a 10 year old girl given seemingly unlimited power with a wish from Timmy.  Trixie had so much power that she was poised to take over the city and then maybe the world!  So Timmy had brought them together for the contest.  Arm wrestling, followed by weight lifting and then muscle flexing.  The loser had to wish away their powers.  Timmy looked on with everyone else.  Jorgen had never lost to anyone before and he had all of his magic powers at his command.

Trixie glared up at Jorgen, who returned her stare with a smug smile.  He had a huge leverage advantage against her short, but powerful arm.  Both of their muscles tensed in anticipation.  The referee looked both combatants in the eyes one last time, pulled his hands away and yelled "Go"!

Only Jorgen had already started to push, catching Trixie by surprise.  She let out a surprised "Hey", but it was too late.  Her arm was being pushed quickly toward the table.  She tensed her muscles and her formidable bicep leapt to attention, snapping back up into a 50 inch ball of muscle dynamite, allowing her to begin to press back against Jorgen.  Jorgen felt the resistance, surprised that this little girl was able to actually apply that much pressure, but he wasn't about to let up and give her a chance to mount any type of challenge.  Trixie was concentrating so much on trying not to lose quickly that she never even thought about getting stronger.  She may have been super strong, but this wasn't a strong teenage boy or even a comic book hero, this was the strongest fairy in the universe and he had never lost.  Trixie's eyes got wide as her hand headed for the table and with a small shriek, her hand touched and the referee blew his whistle.

Jorgen released his grip and stood up with his hands over his head in triumph.

"Yes!  My undefeated streak remains intact!"

Jorgen then pointed at the defeated Trixie and started laughing.  The crowd continued to cheer.

Trixie just sat there for a moment, fuming.  Who was this guy?  His name was apparently Jorgen and he must be with the army.  And he was very strong.  Stronger than she was.  But not for long.  Hopping off the chair, Trixie followed Jorgen and the referee toward another stage with a bar and some type of display.

Timmy wiped his brow.  "Well that went well.  All Jorgen has to do is out lift Trixie and the contest is over!  And this problem can end!"

Cosmo and Wanda gave each other a worried look.  They spoke in unison.

"Uh, yeah, let's hope so."

The two combatants walked up a stage that was 10 feet above the ground.  The bar rested on a stand six inches above the stage.  Huge cables hung on either side and went down to the ground.  A display was lit behind the stage.  Jorgen walked over to the stand and looked at Trixie with contempt.

"So, puny girl, you thought you were strong?  Well now we are going to see just how strong you are!  I beat you in arm wrestling, now we are going to lift weights.  Only we aren't just going to lift weight, we are going to lift CONTINENTS!  Once I defeat you here you can watch me flex my awesome muscles before you go home and cry."

The display blinked for a few moments and then with a poof the entire stadium was in the middle of a desert.  Kangaroos jumped out the way from the newly appeared stage.  The display blinked AUSTRALIA.  Jorgen walked up to the stage and smiled.

"As I am the champion, I will go first!"

Jorgen bent down and gripped the bar.  He struggled and strained as he brought the bar up to his waist.  The ground below him was pulled up, causing the entire continent to rumble.  As sweat pored off Jorgen's head, he screamed and lifted the bar above his head.  His arms trembled, but he held the weight for a moment then dropped the bar.  Australia crashed back down causing tidal waves to press out away from the coast.  Jorgen wiped his brow and laughed.

"Ha-ha-ha!  That was my best lift!  I have lifted Australia over my head!  Do you want to just quit now little girl?"

Trixie's eyes were wide.  He had just somehow lifted an entire continent over his head!  Not long ago, Trixie had trouble lifting 50 pounds over her head, now she was going to have to lift a continent that was 3 million square miles and trillions of tons!  As she walked up to the bar her eyes narrowed.  She had lost to this guy once.  There was no WAY she was going to lose to him again.  Trixie thought about getting stronger again.  Stronger than Jorgen.  And as she set herself in front of the bar she felt the familiar rush of power enter her body, only this time it was more like a flood.  Sparkles of light and electrical discharges popped and snapped around her body as her already rock hard muscles pulsed with a cosmic sheen.  She giggled and wiggled her toes, causing her calves to bristle and pulse into twin volleyball sized masses of unearthly muscular detail.  Her thighs palpitated and crunched loudly as she flexed them down into diamond hard tree trunks.  Her abs were the most detailed, steel hard muscles ever flexed and her roaring pectorals crackled into striated balls of nitro glycerin, surging forward and stretching her bikini top.  Trixie smiled as she reached down with her pumped up arms that had bulges and jagged blocks of muscles from her cast iron forearms to her bowling ball biceps to her twelve inch thick triceps.  Gripping the bar, Trixie looked at Jorgen and flashed him her award winning smile.

"You may have surprised me with the arm wrestle and you may think that lifting Australia will give you an easy win over me, but you're about to find out that this 10 year old girl is more than just a pretty face!  These bulging muscles are nuclear powered engines!  And there is nobody alive who's going to ever out lift me again!"

With that Trixie began to pull against the bar.  The chains became taught and the bar began to slowly come away from the mounts as Trixie strained against the impossibly heavy weight of an entire continent!  The crowd went silent for a moment.  Timmy bit his nails as sweat jumped off his face.  Cosmo and Wanda looked worried.  Jorgen stopped smiling.

Trixie looked around, giggled, and then pulled the bar over her head in one unheard of power move that shook the entire planet!  Australia once again hung up in the air, this time being held aloft by a dark haired, pretty, bikini clad, hugely muscled young girl!  She had done it!  She had matched Jorgen's seemingly impossible feat!  Her arms waved slightly, but her expression was more relaxed than anyone would have thought possible!  The crowd was stunned.  Timmy looked like he was about to be sick.  Cosmo and Wanda looked on with concern.  Jorgen looked shocked.

Trixie turned her head toward Jorgen and smiled sweetly.

"This isn't so heavy.  In fact, these muscles feel so strong that I think I'll use Australia for a small work-out!"

Trixie brought the bar back to her heaving, twin basketball sized chest and with another impossible shove, brought the weight back up over her head!

"I told you I was strong!  I'm the strongest girl in the universe!  My muscles contain ultimate power!  It looks like I'm going to send you home crying when this is all over!"

Trixie continued to push the weight up and down, up and down, causing the crowd to murmur.  They didn't know what to do.  No-one had ever matched Jorgen before, much less outdo him.  Jorgen looked on with surprise and building anger.

After 20 repetitions, Trixie let the bar drop, sending Austria back to the earth with another earth shaking crunch, nearly splitting the continent in two.  A quick jolt from some magic wands fixed everything and the stadium poofed away to the middle of a jungle.  Elephants, monkeys and giraffes all ran out of the way.

Trixie moved away from the bar with graceful movements, belaying the huge, pulsing muscles that permeated her body from head to toe.  The message had changed, displaying Africa.  Jorgen fumed as he headed toward the bar.

"Nobody makes Jorgen Von Strangle look weak!  I will push my massive muscles to the maximum!  This will be my most awesome lift ever!"

The crowd cheered again, expecting Jorgen to reclaim his dominance.  He bent down and tugged at the bar with all of his might.  The bar bent toward him and with one huge grunt, the continent pulled upward with another earth shaking explosion and Jorgen managed to pull the bar up to his hips.  Veins pulsed along his neck and his arms looked ready to rip off his body.  He held the weight for a few seconds and then dropped Africa with another earth shaking thud.  Letting out a relived sigh, Jorgen laughed again.

"Ha-ha-ha!  Just try and match that little girl."

This time Trixie didn't even look worried.  She casually flexed up her bicep and the pure power generated from her flex released a massive explosive boom that sent birds scattering from the surrounding trees.  A vein engorged, impossibly detailed bicep burst forth into a 60 inch mass as big as a watermelon.  The crowd was once again silenced.  Could she really match this impossible lift?

"I think these muscles have enough power to MORE than match you now!  Let me show you how it's REALLY done!  My muscles are fusion powered generators of ultimate power!  My girl might is off the scales!  I'll show you what awesome is all about!"

Stalking forward, Trixie gripped the bar and as she pulled up, the bar once again bent against the trillion and trillions and tons that Africa represented.  Letting out a small "humph", Trixie pulled the bar slowly up.  Only she didn't stop at her hips.  The crowd gasped as she moved the bar up to her super charged chest and with one more heave, up over her head!

"Yes!  How's THAT for some super strength!  You could barely lift Africa to you hips, but I'm lifting it up over my head!  My girl muscles are filled with ultimate strength!  Unlimited power!  Nobody is stronger than Trixie Tang!  NOBODY!"

As Jorgen let out his own disbelieving gasp, Trixie once again began pushing the weight up and down against her bulging, super striated pectorals in the ultimate display of dominating muscle power, causing Jorgen to slump his shoulders in defeat and Trixie to giggle with delight.

"Don't call me a weak little girl!  I'm Trixie Tang, the strongest girl in the universe!  The strongest one there is!"

And with one final burst of impossible muscle power, Trixie held the bar above her head and released one hand, now holding the entire continent of Africa aloft with just one arm!  The crowd for the first time cheered for this incredible little girl, causing her to smile and bat her eyes with delight.  Trixie flexed her other arm, causing her bicep to quickly pile on mounds of muscle up passed 72 inches around!  This ever increasing strength and power was fun!  She could hardly wait to see just how strong she could become!  Waving to the crowd, she carefully placed the bar back on the stand and Africa groaned as it touched the earth once again.

The shocked judge pointed to Trixie, looking with fear at Jorgen.

"Trixie is the winner!  The match is now tied 1 to 1.  The last event is to see who can flex the biggest muscle!  Bicep to bicep!"

The stadium was poofed into a prairie in the Midwest.  Jorgen grit his teeth as they headed toward the center of the stadium.  The stadium screens showed the constants and a display showing a zero with inches next to it.  The judge looked at Jorgen and backed away.  Trixie stood back for a moment with her hands on her hips, smiling, still basking in her super strength display.  Jorgen looked at his biceps.

"You have never let me down before!  Now show this little girl whose boss!"

He turned, set himself and flexed his right arm.

"My mighty muscles are going to flex bigger than I have ever flexed them before!  Nobody beats Jorgen Von Strangle, the mightiest fairy in the universe!"

Jorgen tensed his fist and his bicep bulged up and then to everyone's surprise, rose up quickly, pushing toward the sky as he laughed.  Up and up it moved.  The display flashed quickly as 100 inches moved to 500 inches and then slowed as his bicep moved to 1000 inches around and over 40 feet high!  Jorgen laughed menacingly.

"Ha-ha-ha!  My most awesome flex ever!  1000 inches around!  My mighty biceps are the biggest ever!  Ha-ha-ha!"

The crowd cheered.  Jorgen once again looked like he would come out on top.  How could a tiny girl possibly match a flex like that?  She may have lifted more than Jorgen, and she may look muscular, but flex up a 40 foot bicep?  Not a chance.

Only Timmy, Cosmo and Wanda looked worried.  And Trixie looked focused.  As Jorgen relaxed his flex he backed pointed at Trixie.

"Do you give up now?  My awesome biceps are too manly for a little girl like you!"

Trixie glared back at him.  Every time she wanted more strength and size, she'd been able to think about it and it happened.  It was time to see just how much power she could wish for.

"That was pretty big, Jorgen, but I'm going to show you what I'm REALLY capable of.  I'm going to keep flexing my bicep until I can't flex it anymore.  I'm not going to stop.  Let's see who has the real muscles around here!"

Trixie licked her lips and set her small feet.  Her legs once again flexed up into chiseled blocks of unreal muscle size and power.  Her calves jutted out to 50 inches around and her thighs grew out away from her body, each covered with muscles over two feet thick and three feet wide!  Her abs bristled and her back expanded into dense, 5 foot wide wings.  Trixie's pectorals bulged up near beech ball size and pushed out with authority.  She flipped her hair over her football shaped shoulders and smiled for the crowd.  Slowly bringing her right arm up, her left arm was held to her side, pushed out away from her body by her lats and her tricep flexed forth into a 24 inch thick horseshoe littered with multiple striations.  Now batting her eyes and giggling with delight, Trixie brought her forearm up and gave her fist a small tense, causing her rock hard bicep to balloon up into a 72 inch mound of young girl muscle, pushing up over her fist and passed the top of her head.  The peak pulsed, seemingly waiting for the inevitable growth.  Trixie smiled as she looked at the display.

Jorgen laughed.  "Is that the best you can do?  That is a pretty big bicep for a puny girl, but you are nowhere near my mighty flex.  Do you give up?"

Trixie smiled at him.  "I just brought my arm up into the starting position.  I haven't even flexed yet!  I'll show you what one puny girl can do!"

Trixie let out a small grunt as she slapped her Popeye sized forearm into her two foot tall bicep and tensed her small fist.  Her bicep reacted with explosive force, letting out a small boom as her muscle began to push upward quickly, looking like someone was stacking watermelons under her skin.  Trixie's bicep sailed up to 200 inches in seconds, and continued to rise steadily to 300 inches, then 400 inches, then 500 inches and 20 feet high!  Trixie stopped for a moment as Jorgen began to watch her rising bicep with concern.

"I'm already half way there with just one flex!  These mighty girl muscles are just aching to cut loose.  To grow bigger!  To pound upward with unrelenting girl power!  Just watch me now!"

With muscles already flexed beyond belief, Trixie tensed her fist again, once again adding pounds and pounds and fabulous muscle into her towering biceps, sending them upward.  Row after row of spectators began to look upward as her bicep continued to climb up with astounding mounds of rock solid young girl muscle.  600 inches climbed to 700 inches, to 800 inches, to 900 inches and on to 1000 inches around!   A 40 foot tall bicep flex.  She had matched Jorgen's seemingly impossible flex!  And she was well under half his height!  Trixie giggled as she looked at the monitor.

"Ha!  I've matched your mighty flex, Jorgen!  My bicep is now as big as your best flex!  But unlike you, I'm not done yet!  I'm just getting started!  I'm going to put your flex to shame, to blast my bicep so big, so hard, so strong and so muscular that you're the one who's going to look like a puny girl!  Watch me now!"

Jorgen let out a shocked "Ahhh!"  The crowd gasped once again and Timmy shook.  What was he going to do now?  Trixie laughed triumphantly as she increased the pressure on her already titanic bicep and blew away the previous record.  This time the power of her flex echoed with explosive force as her bicep grew at an even faster rate!  Her 1000 inch bicep and 40 feet tall peak cruised upward like a missile, inflating so quickly that everyone struggled to keep up with both her growing peak and the numbers that were flashing quickly on the screen.  1000 inches quickly ceded to 2000 inches in moments, doubling her already gigantic bicep size with her first salvo.  A whoosh filled the stadium as her bicep sailed up to 3000 inches and 160 feet high, then to 4000 inches and 180 feet high and on to 5000 monolithic inches in circumference and over 200 feet high!  Trixie tittered with delight!

"He-he-he!  My bicep is now five times your flex, Jorgen!  Who's the puny one now?  Who's biceps are the most awesome?  My bicep is colossal!  My girl bicep is now 200 feet high!"

Jorgen slumped forward.  Defeated by a 10 year old girl.  The referee was about to declare Trixie the winner, but Trixie had other ideas.

"But why stop here?  I can flex my bicep bigger than this!  I'll show YOU what really AWESOME muscles look like.  Then I'll flex them even bigger!"

With renewed purpose, Trixie flexed down again, and the same whoosh of incredible girl muscle growth continued.  Her throbbing bicep picked up the pace again, adding 1000 inches of unrelenting pure muscle power to her bicep every second, only adding to her already impossible strength and muscle power.  6000 inches moved on the 8000 inches in seconds and on to 10,000 inches around and 400 feet high, doubling the size of her already overloaded bicep in five seconds!  Her bicep peak was now above the top of the stadium and over 100 times her height!  Trixie giggled with satisfaction.

"My fantastic bicep is now TEN times as big as your best flex!  And it's now over 400 feet tall!  I'm bursting with unlimited strength and pounding, surging muscle might!  And I'm ready to flex this bicep even BIGGER!  And even faster!  There are still buildings and mountains bigger than my mighty girl bicep, but not for long!"

As the crowd started to cheer the obvious winner, Trixie smiled brightly and flexed down again, this time even harder.  The titanic bicep resting on her arm pulsed for a moment and then exploded upward, this time at 10,000 inches a second!  The explosion that filled the stadium was like a jet engine and everyone was pushed back into their seats against the incredible power emanating from her towering bicep.  In the blink of an eye, Trixie DOUBLED the size of her bicep to 20,000 inches around, and then just as quickly to 30,000 inches around and 1250 feet high, on to 40,000 inches around and then after only a few seconds of flexing, to 50,000 inches around and well over 2000 feet tall!  Pausing for a moment Trixie laughed.

"Ha-ha-ha!  Another quick flex and I've now flexed up a bicep 50 times bigger than you Jorgen!  My power packed bicep is bigger than any building on earth!  My mighty bicep is 2000 times bigger than the biggest man!  I'm an unstoppable muscle machine!  Tremble before my power!  Quake before my unstoppable might!  I'm fueled with unstoppable girl power!  Watch as I continue to flex my bicep even BIGGER!"

Another jet fueled whoosh filled the stadium as Trixie's bicep shot skyward at an ever increasing pace, blasting for the clouds and echoing powerful booms off the walls!  The screen showed the numbers flashing quickly as her bicep circumference increased from 60,000 inches to 80,000 and quickly to 100,000 inches around and over 4150 feet tall, causing Trixie to stop flexing briefly.

"Ha-ha-ha!  Puny?  I've just flexed up a bicep one HUNDRED times bigger than your so called awesome flex!  My bicep is approaching one MILE high!  All of this raging girl power is coming from the prettiest 10 year old in school!  And this morning I could barely do five chin ups!  Now look at me!  Covered from head to toe with the most awesome, devastatingly powerful muscles ever conceived!  And a bicep headed out of orbit!"

The crowd's cheering was slowly being replaced by awe.  How could one little girl flex up a bicep so big?  Trixie looked at the monitor as her bicep peak was being tracked, her pretty young face smiling and at the number 100,000 flashing on the screen.  Scanning the crowd, Trixie giggled.

"If I want to truly flex up a big bicep, I'm going to need to ramp up the muscle!  My bicep isn't even as tall as the tallest mountain yet.  But I can fix that!  I'm just packed with power, brimming with might!  My girl strength is ready to really rumble!  Look out world, here I go!"

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Trixie let out a high pitched grunt, flexed down and unleashed the power of nuclear explosion.  Her bicep detonated with unparalleled power, expanding two times mach speed at 50,000 inches in circumference and 2000 feet in height a second.  Trixie's bicep was now growing at 1440 miles an hour!  A second after Trixie flexed down, the sonic boom filled the stadium, sending shock waves emanating from her towering, overwhelmingly powerful bicep, knocking everyone to the ground, including Jorgen!  As Timmy shook his head, he looked at the display and was shocked to see it spin at mind boggling speed!  200,000 inches was quickly ceded to 300,000 inches around!  In the blink of an eye Trixie's bicep was 12,500 feet high, well over two miles tall!  As Trixie's laughter continued, it was only covered by the continuing roars of the sonic booms as her bicep ascended into the clouds!  Her bicep climbed to 400,000 inches around and then to 500,000 inches around and then to 600,000 inches around and on the 700,000 inches around and over 29,000 feet tall!  Nobody could have ever conceived that this little girl had the capability to unleash so much raw muscular power!  Her bicep was now as tall as the tallest mountain on earth!  Jorgen was getting dizzy, Timmy was feeling ill and Trixie was in heaven as her bicep blew up to 800,000 inches around, then on to 900,000 inches around and with one final push up to 1,000,000 inches around!  Trixie paused as the monitor blinked the new results.

"Ha!  My 10 year old girl bicep is now one MILLION inches around!  My bicep is 41,600 feet tall!  That's almost 8 miles high!  There's nothing on EARTH bigger than my bicep!  No building, no mountain, NOTHING!  There's no-one who can match my super powered muscles!  My so called puny bicep is now one THOUSAND times bigger than Jorgen's teeny tiny bicep!  I'm the new girl in charge!  The new princess of the UNIVERSE!"

Everyone in the stadium looked on with disbelief!  This little girl was flexing a bicep so impossibly huge that some fairies were getting out telescopes to see her peak!  Timmy bit his nails, trying to figure a way out of this.  With this much power, there was nobody left to stop her from ruling Dimmsdale, the United States, the World AND Fairy World!  Trixie giggled at the feeling of power rushing into her muscles and cleared her throat.

"And this princess isn't done yet!  I'm going to keep flexing and flexing and flexing!  Call me puny?  I'll show you what a REAL bicep flex is!  Watch and fear my power!"

Just when everyone in the stadium figured she was done, Trixie unleashed the biggest, hardest bicep flex yet, exploding her 8 mile high muscle with the power of one hundred nuclear bombs and expanding her bicep at 500,000 inches a second!  Trixie was adding nearly four MILES of bulging, striated, silk covered height to her bicep every SECOND!  The detonation slammed everyone in the stadium hard to the ground as waves of power radiated from her super powered muscles!  The monitor struggled to keep up and Timmy was now looking through a green telescope in hopes of keeping up with Trixie's split, vein engorged, impossibly thick bicep peak as it sailed high into the sky.  Trixie's bicep was quickly 2,000,000 inches around, then 3,000,000 inches around, then 4 million inches around and within 10 seconds of her latest flex, Trixie's bicep reached 5 million inches in circumference and was now nearly 20 miles high!  And she showed no signs of slowing!  Trixie battered her eyes as her bicep continued to blow up to inconceivable heights.

"Forget what you knew about muscle power!  Forget all of your dreams about muscle size!  I'm re-writing everything!  This bicep is going to show everyone once and for all that Trixie Tang is the strongest, most muscular and prettiest girl to ever live!"

As Trixie talked, her bicep continued to expand, blowing passed 6 million inches around, and passed 7 million inches around, and then to 8 million impossible inches around!  Trixie slowed her bicep growth again as the monitor blinked the new results of her bicep flex at 10,000,000 inches in circumference!  Her bicep was now 79 miles high!

"Now THAT'S what a REAL bicep flex is all about!  Pure muscle power!  Pure muscle size!  My bicep peak is passed the clouds, it's passed the atmosphere, my beautiful, pounding, humongous bicep is nearly 80 miles high!  My bicep is now over one MILLION times bigger than it was this morning!  What a super, mega powered day I'm having!  And I'm still the prettiest girl around too!  The prettiest girl with the strongest, biggest muscles in the universe!  Muscles that are still pulsing with strength, pounding with might!  I can STILL flex my bicep bigger!  Bigger, denser, and STRONGER!  Better hold on to your clothes, because I'm going to flex my bicep even HARDER!"

As everyone in the stadium gasped, a pink safety belt attached to Timmy just as Trixie flexed her monolithic bicep muscle again.  This shock wave was even MORE powerful, slamming everyone to the ground or to the back of their seats with multiple g-forces, sending those at the top of the stadium soaring away like dandelion seeds.  The shock wave emanating from Trixie's bicep blew off the box seats and cracked the stadium in multiple places from the unrelenting power from the bicep flex of a 10 year old girl!  Fortunately, everyone but Timmy was a fairy, so those tossed out the stadium floated away with the wind, traveling miles before they got their bearings.  As Trixie's initial flex began to register on the seemingly indestructible monitor, it was clear that she had REALLY ramped up her impossible bicep growth.  The booming roar of her growth hinted at the titanic growth.  10 million inches had growth to 20 million inches around and 158 miles in height in moments!  Trixie had once again DOUBLED the size of her bicep with one, unimaginably powerful flex!  Her bicep was now growing at 40 miles a SECOND!  Her peak was pushing out of orbit!  The monitor continued to spin at a ridiculous rate, keeping up with the super bicep growth of a giggling, pretty 10 year old girl.  40,000,000 inches flashed on the monitor.  The monitor was now also showing the height of her bicep peak in miles.  As her bicep passed 60 million inches around, the height quickly reached 500 miles!  80,000,000 inches around was followed by 600 miles tall and as Trixie slowed her bicep flex again, the monitor showed her results.  Her bicep stopped at 101,376,000 inches around and 800 MILES TALL!  Trixie giggled with delight.

"So much muscle size!  So much muscle power!  My bicep is a mega nuclear powered super muscle!  800 miles tall?  Ha!  My girl powered muscles are just beginning to flex hard, just beginning to show just how ultra powerful I really am!  I've barely begun to tense my bicep hard!  It's time to show everyone what a real super girl can do!  Better hold on to your hats, because I'm going to keep flexing my bicep bigger!  As big as the entire earth!" 

Timmy and every other fairy yelled out "Oh No!" just as Trixie tensed her small fist once again.  As the camera zoomed in to scan all of her mega sized muscles, her hyper muscular body crackled.  Small, dainty feet arched quickly to pumpkin sized calves, back to small knees and out again to monster thighs bigger than two sides of beef at over three feet thick and pulsing with incredible muscle detail.  The massive thighs whipped back to a set of abdominals peppered with rippling, incredibly separated muscles and back out into 8 foot wide lats and twin, super striated, palpitating pectorals showcasing over three feet of muscle cleavage!  Her shoulders and traps pushed up to her ears and her left arm now flexed out a tricep that bulged ominously away from her body at four feet thick!  All of this super muscle somehow supported the humongous bicep ready to burst forth with seemingly unlimited power.  The universe powered flex blasted forth with here to unreleased might, sending out shock waves for miles, blowing the entire stadium away except for Jorgen, who was now holding on to the indestructible monitor, and Timmy, who was being held in place with a Wanda belt and Cosmo, who was holding onto Timmy, yelling "Weeeeeee".  As the first shock wave passed, Timmy looked at the monitor, shocked to see that Trixie was now flexing her bicep at over 50,000,000 inches a second!  She was adding 800 miles to her bicep every few moments!  Trixie was now laughing as the power continued to rush into her beyond colossal bicep.  The monitor's numbers spun so quickly that Timmy was getting ill just trying to read the results.  200,000,000 inches passed and 2000 miles was displayed soon after!  400 million inches around rolled by and was followed by 4000 miles high!  Timmy's eyes watered against the continued waves of power flowing forth from Trixie's mighty flex as he watched the display cross 600 million inches and then 5000 miles tall!  His pink hat blew off his head as Trixie's bicep surpassed 800 million inches around!  Trixie once again slowed her growth as the display continued to increase, finally stopping at 1,004,382,720 inches around and 7926 miles tall.  Timmy let out a breath.

"Is she finally done?"

Cosmo sat down next to him as the rest of the stadium poofed back.  "I don't know Timmy, but these rides are the best!"  Timmy shook his head with disgust just as the camera focused back on Trixie.  Flashing a smile, she battered her eyes and looked at the monitor.

"Now THAT'S what real GIRL POWER can do!  My bicep is so huge, so overwhelmingly gigantic that it's now as big as the entire EARTH!  Trixie Tang is the most muscular person, EVER!  My bicep is now over one BILLION inches around!  That's one MILLION times bigger than Jorgen's flex!  So I'm now one million times stronger!  One million times more powerful!  My might is beyond the limits of this universe!  And for anyone who doubts me, for anyone left who questions my dominating muscle superiority, my super strength or my beauty, I'm going to keep flexing my biceps BIGGER!  One billion inches around is NOTHING!  8000 feet tall is kids stuff!  I'm going to keep flexing my bicep harder!  I'm going to become even MORE muscular!  It's time to bare down!  There's no stopping me now!  My bicep has so much power that I'm flexing for the MOON!"

The fairies in the stadium had barely gathered themselves together as Trixie brought her mega thick forearm up and brought her hand into a fist.  One fairy pulled out a small umbrella, opened it up and in a high pitched voice, squeaked out an "Oh no, not again."  Timmy turned toward Cosmo and Wanda.

"I wish we were in the indestructible igloo again!"

And just in time the ring sounded and the three of them were down on the field near the seats and 50 feet away from Trixie.  Jorgen let another cry as he closed his eyes and gripped the monitor's post.  Trixie giggled and gave her hand a hard squeeze, injecting the power of 10,000 nuclear bombs into her bicep muscles, causing an explosion that blew apart the stadium again, sending everyone hundreds of miles away as the power pulsing from Trixie's bicep now radiated out over the entire continents, flattening everything in its path!  As the power vibrated out and then up her meteoric bicep, the monitor showed that her bicep was now increasing at 1 BILLION inches every two seconds!  Her bicep was growing at nearly 4000 miles a SECOND, shooting for the moon!  Under the protection of their igloo, Timmy, Cosmo and Wanda watched with fascination and fear.  When would this all end?  Apparently not yet as the numbers tumbled at blinding speed.  Within a few seconds 3 billion inches around flew by on the screen and 25,000 miles high soon followed.  Timmy gasped as he watched the numbers and Jorgen flapping in the wake the incredible power Trixie was unleashing.  4 billion inches around was quickly followed by 5,000,000,000 inches around and 40,000 miles high.  The camera could barely keep up as Trixie's pulsating bicep peak tore through space right at the moon!  Trixie let out a small high pitched growl as she continued her impossible muscle flex, causing all of her anatomy chart perfect muscles to pulse and surge bigger, crackling with intensity against the roar of her cosmic powered bicep flex that pushed passed 6 billion inches around, passed 8 billion inches around and to 10 billion inches in circumference and 80,000 miles high!  Trixie giggled.

"He-he-he!  My bicep is almost half way to the moon!  There's no power in the universe to match the power surging in my bicep muscle!  I'm ten million times stronger than the strongest man!  I could lift up the earth with my pinky and not break a sweat!  I'm a super mega powered ultra pretty girl!  I'm going to rule the UNIVERSE!  I'm going to show EVERYBODY just how muscular I am!  Look out moon, here comes Trixie Tang's bicep!"

Timmy was sipping on some soda as he watched the big screen monitor track Trixie's bicep peak, her bicep circumference, her bicep height and her expressions.  Was she really going to be able to flex her bicep to the moon?  The numbers continued to increase at an alarming rate, indicating that Trixie had no intention of stopping until she reached her destination.  Trixie's bicep passed 12 BILLION inches around, and then quickly surpassed 100,000 miles in height, blasting upward with the might of a supernova!  As satellites occasionally smashed into Trixie's planet sized bicep, they exploded quickly, proving to be no match for the ultimate hardness of her muscles.  Trixie continued to giggle as the shock waves radiated from her flex as her bicep tore through space, growing up to 14 billion inches around, then to 16 billion inches around and 126,000 miles high, and with unrelenting super powered growth to 18 billion inches around, then 20 billion inches around and 160,000 miles high!  The moon was getting closer and closer against a bicep that was now over TWENTY TIMES THE SIZE OF EARTH!  Trixie yelled above the din with ferocity.

"More power!  More strength!  More super ultra muscle size!  This entire universe is my playground!  I have the power of the SUN pounding into my girl muscles!  My bicep is one BILLION times bigger than that of a large man!  Trixie Tang is going to rule the GALAXY!  There is absolutely nothing that can stand in my way!"

Timmy could only look on with wonder and fear.  This was way out of control.  The power shooting from her flex was knocking down everything over half the earth!  Trixie was radiating with power and beauty, somehow still looking as pretty as ever even though she was surrounded by more muscles than anyone would have thought possible.  As his eyes drifted up her bicep, Timmy glanced over at the display that was now smoking from the speed of Trixie's monolithic bicep flex.  Her bicep was now passing 22 billions inches around and quickly passed 180,000 miles high, then on to 24 billion inches around and then 200,000 miles high!  The moon was getting closer and closer!  Trixie's bicep was rocketing upward with unfathomable power and ultra size, flattening the northern hemisphere and blowing tidal waves against the southern hemisphere as her bicep reached 26 billion inches around and then on to 28 billion inches around and over 220,000 miles high!  Trixie screamed with fury.

"My super duper muscles are bulging with indescribable power, my outrageous bicep is pounding with irresistible might!  I'm not just going to flex my bicep to the moon!  My mega bicep is going to shoot right THROUGH the moon!  The entire universe will feel my wrath!  Trixie Tang is going to be a GODDESS!"

With one final earthshaking flex, Trixie yelled out as her bicep exploded upward with her peak headed straight at the moon!  As her bicep reached 30 BILLION inches around, her muscle reached 237,000 MILES high!  Seconds later her bicep reached the moon, impacting with the power of a million nuclear bombs, smashing into the moon harder than any meteor before and drilling deep into the outer crust quickly, causing moon quakes and deep splits into the moon emanating from the impact point.  Trixie's bicep barely slowed the unrelenting growth as her bicep bore hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye, cracking the moon further as her bicep peak reached the moon's core!  One more gigantic flex from Trixie completed the destruction as her bicep blasted out the other side, reaching 31,000,000,000 inches in circumference and over 244,000 miles high!  The moon EXPLODED in a fiery display, shattering into a million pieces away from a bicep flexed up from a 10 year old girl that was now over THIRTY times the size of earth and THREE times the size of Jupiter!

As pieces of the moon started to float away, Trixie stopped her flex, admiring her work.  Jorgen fell to the ground with a womp and the smoke from the display wisped into the air.  Trixie smiled.

"Now how's THAT for a FLEX!  My bicep is so big, so colossal, so overwhelmingly gargantuan, that not only did I flex my girl muscle to the moon's height, but I have now utterly DESTOYED the moon!  My bicep is now 31 MILLION times bigger than Jorgen's best flex and one BILLION times bigger than the biggest man can flex!  A BILLION!  WHO'S PUNY NOW?  DOES ANYONE ELSE WANT TO CHALLENGE ME?"

Timmy walked up Trixie and caught her eye.

"Ha!  Are YOU going to challenge me Timmy?  Just look at how powerful I am.  Look at how big my bicep is!  I'm going to rule the EARTH!"

Timmy sighed.  "Look around you Trixie.  You've flexed up your bicep with so much power that you've not only destroyed the moon, but you've flattened most of the planet!  There's nothing to rule.  You're too powerful."

Trixie blinked her eyes and sucked in some air.  Releasing her flex, her bicep magically was back to bowling ball size in the blink of an eye.  The rest of her muscles receded to where she began her flex.

"Oh no!  I must have flexed too hard!  What have I done?"

Timmy looked over at Cosmo and Wanda, who were sitting next to him as two squirrels, and then back at Trixie.

"At the beginning all you wanted was respect.  Well I may be the only boy left on earth, but I always respected you Trixie.  And isn't that enough?"

Trixie looked over the scorched earth.  "No.  But I don't want to rule you and an empty planet either."

Timmy let out a small smile.  "Well you could wish that you weren't so powerful."

Trixie looked excited.  "Do you think that will help?"

Timmy let out a bigger smile.  "Sure.  Why don't you give it a try."

Trixie bit her lower lip.  "I wish I wasn't the strongest girl in the universe."

As two familiar wands came into view, Timmy turned toward the squirrels.  "And I wish none of this ever happened and that everyone forgot the whole thing!"

One gigantic magic poof followed and Timmy found himself back in the gym looking at Trixie struggling on the chin up bar.  Letting out a sigh of relief he turned toward the bathroom, ignoring her complaints.

Walking home after school Cosmo and Wanda floated above him.  Wanda looked down.

"Well that sure was a close one."

Timmy looked up.  "Yeah!  Don't ever let me make those vague wishes again!"

Timmy turned, hearing some shouting across the way.  Looking through some bushes, he saw that Tootie was jumping up and down, reaching for a doll that looked a lot like Timmy.  Her dark pony tails and glasses bobbed up and down as she jumped.  The doll was being held by a laughing Francis.  Tootie was crying.

"Give me back my doll you big bully!"

Francis scoffed.  "No way.  Picking on little girls until they cry is one of the best parts of being a bully!"

Francis then pushed her to the ground hard.  Timmy looked on angrily.

"I wish Tootie could protect herself from Francis."

Cosmo smiled broadly and pulled up his wand.  Wanda looked over with a panicked expression.  Both spoke simultaneously.

"Done!"

"No, Cosmo, you idiot!"

Tootie felt of jolt of power hit her and she sat up quickly with an evil smile on her face.

"You'd better give me my doll back, or else!"

Francis sniffed.  "Or else what?  Crying more won't help."

Tootie walked over to him, jumped up high and grabbed the wrist holding her doll and with a hard tug pulled him up high over her head.  Whipping him hard, Tootie slammed Francis to the ground as she landed on her feet.  She smirked at the stunned bully.

"Just this!"

Tootie pulled him off the ground again, sending him over her head and back to her other side and hard on the ground with a crunch.  "Or this!"  Tootie repeatedly slammed the much larger bully over and over, yelling "this" each time she slammed him to the ground.  Each time she did, her thin body added a little muscle to her legs, pulling her black tights apart, exposing her growing thighs and calves.  Her plaid skirt rose a bit as her glutes added muscle bulges.  Her white t-shirt and black v-neck sweater pushed forward as her back and pectorals surged forward.  The sleeves on her t-shirt became tight as her arms gained size also.  By the time Tootie was spinning Francis over her head, her body had transformed into a bulging muscle girl.

Francis was screaming for her to stop while Tootie continued to lecture.

"You shouldn't bully people.  It's not very nice.  And don't you EVER touch my Timmy doll AGAIN!"

As Francis yelled out his acknowledgements, Tootie spun him harder and then released him, sending him flying out of sight.  Tootie, oblivious for the moment to her new powers, hugged her Timmy doll and gave it loud kisses.

"Don't worry Timmy, I'll protect you from mean old bullies."

Wanda looked at Timmy.  "Now's your chance.  Unwish the wish before she figures out what just happened."

As Timmy raised his arm and pointed for the sky, he sucked in some air.  "I wish..."

He was cut off by a loud familiar voice.  Vicky stormed forward and right up to Tootie.

"Why do you look so happy?  You've got my CHORES to do!"

Tootie stopped kissing her doll and looked up.  Vicky noticed the doll.  Timmy cringed in fear.  "I can't take her strength away.  At least not until Vicky is gone."  Wanda looked worried. 

Vicky looked down.  "Oh!  So you've got a new doll!  Well there's only one thing I like to do to new dolls!"

Vicky reached forward and grabbed the doll.  Tootie gave her a stern look and grabbed Vicky's wrist.

"Oh no you don't!  This is MY doll and it somehow gives me the strength I need to do THIS!"

As Vicky let out a short, surprised "Huh?" Tootie grabbed her wrist and began slamming her to the ground just like she did Francis.  Only harder.  Timmy was jumping in the air each time a screaming Vickie hit the ground.  By the time Tootie was spinning Vicky over her head, Tootie was beginning to enjoy her new strength.  Releasing Vicky, Tootie tossed her right at Timmy.  Timmy dove out of the way as Vicky crashed into the bushes, knocked out cold.  As Timmy got up, Tootie immediately noticed him.

"Timmy!  Did you see what I can do now!  I've got super strength!"

Tootie set herself and tensed her muscles causing them to inflate quickly.  Her calves pushed out passed 20 inches as she stood on her toes and her thighs bulged forth mounds of muscles, shredding her tights and exposing her super sized rippling legs.  She tensed her chest, piling on layers of pectoral and back muscles, pulling her top up tight, exposing her power packed abs.  Tootie flexed her right arms and a tennis ball biceps quickly expanded to two softballs, shredding her sleeves.  Another hard breath ripped her top up and a quick ring sound gave her a small black bikini top exposing her throbbing, striated muscles as her chest expanded to the size of two rock hard volleyballs!  Her biceps also continued to expand, piling on muscles until her peaks had climbed passed the top of her fists and up to the top of her head!  Her biceps were as big as two prize winning watermelons.

"Look at my muscles, Timmy!  Don't they look powerful?  I can protect you from bullies and give you strong hugs too!  I'll never have to let you go!"

Timmy was frozen for a moment as Tootie released her flex and hopped over to him.  As she was about to reach him, she puckered her lips.  Timmy yelled out in fear and ran away as fast as he could.  Tootie yelled, "Timmy!" and ran after him.  Timmy ran up and over hills, while Tootie ran right through them, pounding the hills to rubble with two punches, staying right on Timmy's trail.

Cosmo and Wanda floated up, watching the pair run off into the horizon.  Wanda sighed.

"Here we go again!"

Cosmo smiled.  "Yeah!  Timmy should really be more careful with his wishes."

Wanda sighed, suppressing her desire to call him an idiot again.  "So, do you like muscle girls?"

Cosmo looked at Wanda.  "Why?  Do you know any?"

Looking romantic, Wanda brought her arms up and with a ping sound was soon sporting a small pink bikini and bulging, Jorgen sized muscles all over her body.  She flexed her bicep and it soared up and over her crown, crackling with power.

"I might."

Cosmo clutched his chest as hearts floated all around him.  "Wanda!  You're the perfect wife!"

Smiling knowingly, Wanda floated closer, allowing her muscular body to rub up against Cosmo.

"And you're the perfect husband!"

As the sun set over the horizon a small silhouette of Tootie and Timmy ran by as Cosmo and Wanda floated out of view, with Cosmo smiling broadly, rubbing Wanda's bulging bicep.

The End?

[nimrod332002]

Anybody know what happened to those Popeye stories that were in the Diana The Valkyrie library?  Anybody got a copy of them?

Do you mean this?
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Olive and Maxi
by Michele LeMuscle
roppom@planet.eon.net

Olive and Brutus's girlfriend. Great stuff, spinach.

Based on short story by Uncle Sleezy
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        It was a pleasant surprise for Olive to have the guys together
and not fighting. I guess the fact that Brutus had a date helped matters
greatly. Maxi, whom Brutus had met at a diner a few days earlier,  had
gladly excepted the invitation to join Popeye and Olive for an afternoon
at the beach. It was a secluded beach Popeye had stumbled upon while
sailing. The foursome sat about 10 yards from the water. The golden sand
slopped up behind them to grassy ridge that lead into dense bush.

        Olive had noticed Popeye sneaking looks at Maxi, not that Olive
could blame him. Maxi, clad in a string bikini, had quite a body to go
along with her pretty face and shoulder length blond hair, ... a rare
catch for the slobby Brutus. Maxi's sun-bronzed body was very muscular,
she was obviously into bodybuilding. Her grapefruit sized breasts stood
firm with every movement. Olive felt a bit intimidated by Maxi. Olive,
all 86 pounds of her, was clad in a one piece bathing suit. Olive looked
more like a plank than a woman with her measurements, 31-29-30. "Would
you like a sandwich, Popeye? ... Popeye? ... Popeye!!!", she said,
snapping him out of his glaring at Maxi. "Uh, what? ... sure, sweety.",
he returned as he grabbed a sandwich. "Brutus?", Olive asked, handing
him a sandwich. "Maxi?", Olive held out a sandwich to her. "Oh, no, ...
can't eat that stuff. Gotta watch my figure.", Maxi replied, slapping
her 6-pack abs. "She sure is in great shape, isn't she.", boasted
Brutus. "Oh, stop that, Brutus. You're embarrassing me.", Maxi said as
she lightly slapped his shoulder. Olive rustled through her bag. "Uh,
oh, we forgot the sunscreen and it's getting pretty hot and sunny out
hear.", Olive said to Popeye. "Well, I saw store about a half hour back
the road. Brutus and I well go get some. We shouldn't be longer than 45
minutes. That'll give you girls a chance to get acquainted.", Popeye
said and then stood up. Popeye and Brutus walked into the bush towards
the car.

        Maxi and Olive shuffled around nervously, not knowing what to
talk about. The heard the car driving off and fade into forest. Maxi
seemed to relax once the men were gone. "Um .. uh ... how did you meet
Brutus?", Olive asked unconfidentally. "Shut up, beanpole!!", Maxi
snapped back. "Pardon me?", asked a shocked Olive. Maxi stood up and
stepped over to Olive. Olive grew a bit nervous. "Look at you, you're a
disgrace to women!", Maxi barked. Olive stood up cautiously. "What's
gotten into you, Maxi?", Olive asked bewildered. Maxi grabbed Olive's
arm and held out vertically. "Flex.!", Maxi said. "What?", Olive asked.
"I said, Flex!!!", Maxi barked. Olive fearfully complied. Absolutely
nothing was produced by Olive's flex. "Look at that pitiful arm", Maxi
said, squeezing Olive's bicep. Olive cringed as her skinny arm
compressed in Maxi's hand. Maxi then flexed her arm, producing a
softball sized bicep of about 17 inches. "This is an arm. Men like this,
not that.", she said as she flung Olive's arm back. "Owww!!", Olive
bellowed. Maxi began going through a series of poses, showing off her 26
inch quads, 16 inch calves, and robust and muscular 44 inch chest. "It's
skinny little pukes like you that give women a bad image!", Maxi said
with a sneer. Olive began backing away, up the sloping ridge. "You need
a real women to show you a thing or two.", Maxi said, following Olive
slowly up the ridge. "Maxi, please!! Why are you doing this?", Olive
asked, just as Maxi's fist hurled at her face. The punch hit Olive in
the jaw, knocking her down on her back. She was very dazed and continued
to crawl backwards up the ridge. "Aww ... did that hurt, little girl?",
Maxi asked with a kick to Olive's side. Olive nearly came off the ground
with that kick and was now desperately trying to get away. Olive reached
the top of the ridge, but was grabbed around the ankle by Maxi. "Come
hear, you little pussycat!!", Maxi said. Maxi pulled Olive back a bit
and then stood her up. She flexed her bicep over and over. A groggy
Olive watched Maxi's bicep get harder with each flex. "You better start
going to the gym if you want to survive in the real world, sweety.",
Maxi said throwing a punch from the incredibly pumped arm. The punch hit
Olive in the gut and her eyes nearly came out of there sockets as the
air thrust out of her body. She cringed forward in great pain and Maxi
followed up with an uppercut that lifted Olive off the ground, and
launched her over the ridge and sliding down the other side.

        "So long, little girl'", Maxi said, turning and heading back to
the beach. Meanwhile, Olive was sliding down the long, steep slope . It
was lush, bushy and green. Olive slid unopposed down the damp greenery,
her mouth agape and feeling groggy. Olive stooped at the bottom of the
ridge. All the way down, her mouth had scooped up weeds and she
unknowingly swallowed some. Her mouth was full of a bitter taste as she
slowly regained her senses. Laying face down she pushed her self up. Her
head was above the weeds as she rested on the palms of her hands.
Suddenly Olive felt a somewhat familiar feeling surging through her body
as she casually chewed the weeds that remained in her mouth. She looked
around and smelled the air. "Hey, this looks and smells like spinach!!",
she exclaimed. Indeed it was spinach, wild country spinach. Olive
swallowed the rest of the spinach in her mouth, just as she was starting
to swell from the first swallow. She got up on her knees and felt her
bathing suit getting tighter. Her flat chest shot out two brick-like
pecs that strained the bathing suit. Her arms and legs also swelled and
began to form muscles. Olive quickly scooped more spinach into her mouth
and swallowed, and did it again.

"Mmmmm .... spinach, spinach, spinach", she joyfully exclaimed, stuffing
still more spinach into her mouth. Muscles were popping up at an
incredible rate as she stood up. "Mmmmm", she moaned as she ripped the
suit from her body, which her expanding muscles would have done anyway.
She flexed her biceps, which seemed to accelerate the growth. Her biceps
ballooned to 30 inches. She flexed them again and another peak pushed up
from the existing one, her muscles were getting muscles. Her massive
biceps were over 35 inches of granite-like muscle. Her chest jutted out
with huge pecs the size of bowling balls, and just as hard. The skin
over abs was sucked tight over the hundreds or rippling muscles, I guess
you could say she had 600 pack. Next, her all ready 38 inch thighs were
going through another expanding stage. Giant cables criss-crossed her
swelling thighs. Her skin stretched nearly to it's limit as her thighs
broadened to an amazing 48 inches. Standing high up on her toes she
watched her jaggedly muscled calves swell to 29 inches of solid steel.
"Mmmmm ... that wild spinach is even better than the store bought
stuff.", she said, clenching her hands over each other in front her. Her
60 inch chest crackled as dozens of muscles popped up from her
converging pecs. Her cleavage was 6 inches deep in ripped to the bone
muscle. "I think it's time Maxi and I continued our discussion.", Olive
said heading back up the ridge towards the beach. Olive reached the top
of the ridge and saw Maxi laying in the sun, all oiled in lotion. Olive
slowly walked down the ridge, her 285 pounds of muscle causing her feet
to sink deep into the sand. She stood over Maxi, who with her eyes
closed as she absorbed the sun. "Hello, Maxi.", Olive said. Maxi didn't
open her eyes at all. "Oh geesh!! ... are you back all ready, little
girl? Oh well, I guess I gotta pummel you a little more this time", she
said as she stood up and turned to Olive. Maxi's eyes popped wide open
at the sight of Olive. She rubbed her eyes, hoping it was the sun
causing her to hallucinate.

"What the ...?", Maxi blurted in shock. "Oh, I see you've noticed my
little 'ol muscles.", Olive joked as she flexed. Every part of Olive's
body erupted with muscles, upon muscles, upon muscles. Olive possessed
the muscles of 3 or 4 Mr. Olympias. The once very muscular Maxi was now
ridiculously dwarfed by Olive's she-hulk physique. "Something wrong,
Maxi?", Olive asked the stunned bodybuilder. Maxi's body slouched in
fear. Olive playfully flexed her pecs up down in a dance of muscle.
"Look, maybe I got a little carried away ...", Maxi began to say as
Olive clenched her fist. "No, wait!!", Maxi pleaded, but Olives fist
came crashing into her chest. Her once magnificent chest was flattened
and her bikini now dangled loosely over her upper body. Maxi wobbled in
a dazed state. Olive grabbed her by the arm. "Nice biceps you have
there, Maxi", Olive said as she squeezed. Her very hard bicep collapsed
under Olive's Herculean strength. Olive took her other arm and did the
same. Then Olive just looked at Maxi, who was very groggy, but slowly
coming around. Gaining some of her senses, Maxi began throwing punches
at Olive. Olive through out her chest, tensing her pecs into a brick
wall. Maxi's fists bounced of Olive's massive, steel chest, like a
rubber ball. Olive giggled as Maxi's ineffective punches were loosing
strength. Maxi punched until she was arm weary. Breathing heavy and
drooped down, Maxi had no strength left in any way. Olive put her index
finger under Maxi's chin, tilting her head up to look in her face.
"Here, let me show how it's done.", Olive said as she brought her free
arm and flexed over and over. Each flex brought the peak up higher,
until the peak of her bicep had surpassed the height of her flexed fist.
The beaten and bruised Maxi looked at Olive's bicep, which looked more
like a mountain from the Himilayas. Clenching her fist hard caused
Olive's arm to ripple throughout. Then her fist thrust forward, hitting
Maxi in the forehead and hurling her back about 30 feet. Olive walked
over and stood Maxi up. Clenching her fist once more, but this time she
brought her arm up and thrust it down on top of Maxi's head. The blow
drove Maxi about a foot into the sand. Olive's other fist came down on
Maxi, driving her deeper into the sand. Olive's arms came down like
sledgehammers on top of the unconscious, so called bodybuilder. Maxi was
up to her was in sand.

Olive Flexed her super-human bicep and then licked up some remnants of
spinach from the edge of her mouth. "Mmmmmm ...", she moaned as the
crackling of expanding muscle filled the air. Her flexed bicep swelled
out to 42 inches of diamond-hard muscle. Then with a mighty swing, her
wrecking ball fist came down on Maxi, driving up to her neck in the
sand. "I guess it does take a real women to survive in this world.",
Olive said as she kicked sand into Maxi's unconscious face. Olive
grabbed a couple of plastic bags out of her picnic basket, which she had
brought for gathering up the garbage, and headed up the ridge. She made
her way down to the patch of wild spinach. "Gotta bring some of this
home, you never know when you could use a little muscle.", she said and
then got on her knees and filled the bags full of the wild spinach. The
boys arrived back about 15 minutes later. The spinach had worn off and
Olive was all ready in her spare bathing suit. As the boys made it back
to the site, they were puzzled to see Maxi face down and up to her neck
in sand. "What happened to her?", Brutus asked. "Oh expressed a desire
to be covered in sand, I just helped her and I guess she fell asleep.",
Olive replied. "Hmmmm ...? There's something funny going on around
here.", Popeye said suspiciously, after noticing a green tinge on
Olive's lips. "I think you and are going to have a talk when we get
home, Olive.", Popeye said as he sat down. "Oh, yes ... you and I are
most definitely have a talk when we get home.", Olive said with a smile,
while patting the bags of wild spinach.

The End, ... but only for now. After all, those two bags of spinach
could last a while.

[IBP]

Here's the sequel

Olive and Maxi #2: Olive and the Wild Spinach
by Michele LeMuscle
roppom@planet.eon.net
[with an assist by Uncle Sleezy and Ned A. Lift]
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     Popeye slammed the door behind him as he followed Olive into the
house. The two had just returned from a picnic with Brutus and his new
girlfriend, Maxi. Popeye was furious and puzzled at what had happened to
Maxi. "I don't know what happened back there, Olive, ... but I don't
like it!!", he barked at Olive. Olive backed away slightly, clutching
the two full bags of wild country spinach in her hands. "What's the
difference what happened? Why don't you believe that she's a bully?",
Olive pleaded. Popeye grabbed the bags out of her hand, not knowing
exactly what was in them, and tossed them beside the sofa. "I don't like
your behavior and it's time I taught you a lesson about a woman's place
in this house!!", he said as grabbed Olive by the arms. "Let go of
me!!", Olive shouted as tried to wriggle out of his grasp. Her knee came
up into his groin, which loosened his grip on her arms. Olive quickly
seized the opportunity and threw a punch to his stomach. Olive was
skinny and nearly powerless, but in his ball-wrenching pain, Popeye
cringed down from the punch. Olive was surprised to say the least.
Riding high on confidence, she clenched her right fist and threw an
upper-cut that straightened Popeye up to a standing position. Olive
looked at her fist in amazement for a few seconds. Olive looked up just
as he reached into his shirt. Olive gasped as he pulled out a can of
spinach. "You're not going to use that, are you?", Olive begged.
"Sometimes, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do!!", he said,
squeezing about half the can into his mouth. Olive moved toward the
sofa, hoping to reach the wild spinach in time, but felt Popeye's arm
grab hers after only a few steps. Popeye was all ready puffing up with
muscles. The short sailor was slowly expanding from head to toe. His
sleeves tore open a bit as his biceps grew to 20 inches. "Popeye,
please!!", Olive begged. "I should of done this a long time ago.",
Popeye replied as he dragged Olive over to the sofa and threw her across
his knees.
        Olive lay across his knees, squirming and pleading, but Popeye
was stronger than her without spinach and immovable by Olive in his
spinach induced state. Popeye's hand came slapping down hard on Olive's
butt. Olive screamed in pain. Another hard butt slap started tears down
her cheeks. The slaps continued, tenderizing Olive's boney butt. Olive
cried aloud in pain. Olive momentarily opened her eyes to notice that
one of the spinach filled bags was within her reach. She stretched out
her arm and was able to reach a leaf sticking out of the top. She
quickly tossed the leaf into her mouth. She felt a surge through her
body and the butt slaps were not painful anymore. A couple more leaves
made their way into her mouth. Her butt hardened and swelled a bit.
Popeye's hand began to hurt. Her butt slowly filled with muscle. "What
the ... ?", Popeye wondered as he pulled up her skirt. He was shocked to
find hard, round gluts where there normally was a flat boney ass. Popeye
looked at olive, who had turned her head up to face him. "Why did you
stop, Popeye? That was starting to feel good.", Olive said to the
bewildered sailor. She flexed her butt and her gluts instantly became
covered in hundreds of rippled strips of muscle. Popeye's eyes glared at
the most muscular ass he'd ever seen, then looked back at Olive. Olive
was just swallowing a few more leaves of the potent wild spinach. She
stood up and extended her arms out, in preparation of a bicep flex. Her
upper body expanded with muscle, stretching her baggy wool top. Her
biceps rose up from her unflexed arms, splitting her upper sleeves.
Popeye was motionless in amazement. Her unflexed arms had all ready
surpassed the 20 inch arms his regular spinach had produced on him. Her
peaked biceps stood 6 inches high on her arm. "Now it's time for some
real muscle, sailor boy.", she said, slowly flexing her arms up. The
sound of ripping material filled the room as her biceps mushroomed
upwards. Her sleeves exploded off her arms as she came into full flex.
Her 29 inch biceps caused Popeye to sink into the sofa like a whimpering
puppy. Olive then playfully bobbed her enlarged breasts up and down in
turn. She arched her back and tensed up her breasts. They quickly formed
into toaster sized pecs, a foot deep, which easily ripped open her wool
shirt.
        A stunned Popeye tried to slide away, but was quickly grabbed by
the scruff. "Going somewhere?", Olive asked the trembling sailor.
"Olive, please ...", he began to plead, but was cut short by Olive's
knee crashing into his groin. He cringed in pain and fell back on the
sofa. Olive sat down beside him and crossed her legs. Her crossed legs
blew open her skirt. She pulled the dazed sailor over her knee and lay
him across her 36 inch thigh. "Now this is something that I ...
should've done a long time ago!!", she said as she ripped his pants done
his ankles. Then came the stinging-hard slaps that shook the sofa.
Popeye's cries could be heard blocks away. By the time Olive was done,
Popeye's butt was a mixture of purple and black. He slept most of the
next 4 days away, until his butt healed enough to even walk.

* * * *

Olive, who by now had a sampling of muscle-enhancing by spinach on
several occasions, was beginning to like the feel of muscles and
strength. Spinach gave her the muscles of an Olympian male bodybuilder,
but would eventual wear off. She wanted some form of muscularity on a
more permanent basis, thus she joined a neighborhood gym and began to
workout a few times a week. The first few weeks were quite comically for
the other patrons of the gym. The weak, tooth-pick physique of Olive
gave something for people to laugh about while they worked out. But
after about a month, Olive had built her physique up to that of the
average female, which was quite an accomplishment for her. After 2
months, the once 79 pound weakling was about 102 pounds and starting to
show signs of some muscular development. It was around this time that
Maxi had happened upon this very gym in search of some different
atmosphere.


       Maxi enrolled at the gym one particular evening and immediately
went into the change room. She emerged in a low cut and very tight
leotard. Her sexy, muscular physique soon caught the eyes of many of the
male patrons. Maxi headed over to a leg press machine and many eyes
followed her. She set the weight at 750 pounds and sat down. Her facial
beauty was enhanced by beautifully applied make-up. She placed her feet
on the plates and slowly pressed the weights. Her thighs swelled with
muscles. She sensually exerted air as the males watched her muscles go
to work. Her straightened arms held her in place and were rippling with
muscles from the slight strain. Once she saw that a lot of the men were
watching her, she put on a show for them. She slowly did reps on the leg
press. Each rep was a display of erotic, muscular strength by Maxi as
she lashed her tongue about and moaned. She banged off about 50 of the
most erotic reps imaginable. Leaving the leg press, Maxi strode over to
the arm curl machine. Her tight leotard crept up between her gluts. Her
walk over to the curl machine soon had the undivided attention of most
of the males at the gym. Maxi sat down and began doing preacher curls of
about 100 pounds. Her biceps blew up into grapefruit-sized balls of
muscles with every rep. Once again she moaned lashed her tongue
erotically. Now every man in the gym watched her as she made her way to
the cables. She set the weight at 100 pounds per side. She stood there,
cables in hand, with every man watching. She crossed the cables in front
of her with a loud moan. Her breasts bunched together with ripples of
muscle. Her low cut attire did very little to conceal her ample breasts.
Each pull of the cables hardened her chest muscles further. Each rep had
her moaning more sensually than the last. Her moundful chest grew with
muscle as every rep pumped her up. Her suit began to rip slightly in the
cleavage area. Every man drew closer in anticipation of a full frontal
ripping. There wasn't man in the whole gym who didn't have a full
erection by this time. Just as all the men thought her suit was about to
rip wide open, ... she stopped. Maxi had momentarily glanced up and saw,
what she thought was Olive, leaving the gym. She quickly let the cables
go, sending the weights crashing down ... much to the disappointment of
every man in the gym. Maxi grabbed her gym bag and ran out of the gym.
She looked right, then left and saw Olive about a half a block away.
Maxi began to follow Olive, keeping her distance.


Maxi grabbed her gym bag and ran out of the gym. She looked right, then
left and saw Olive about a half a block away. Maxi began to follow
Olive, keeping her distance. About 10 minutes later, Olive arrived at
her house, with Maxi close behind. Olive went in through the front door.
Maxi snuck around back and peeked in through the hedges. She saw Popeye
in the back yard, chopping wood. There was a huge pile of wood to be
chopped and it was starting to get dark out. Popeye looked up at the
darking sky. "I think I better speed things up a bit. Maxi watched as he
reached into shirt and pulled out a can of spinach. He stuffed a handful
of leaves into his mouth. Seconds later his chest and arms expanded to
double their normal size. "So that's how she did it!!", maxi gasped. She
watched as Popeye rubbed spit into his palms and grab hold of the axe.
Then with lightning speed, the 10 foot high pile of logs was chopped
into firewood in about a minute. Popeye then whistled his way into the
back door. Maxi pulled away from the hedges. "Hmmmmm ... I think I'll
pay sailor boy a little visit tomorrow.", she said with a devilish
smile. The next afternoon, Popeye was on the couch enjoying his daily
newspaper, when a knock came at the door. He got up grumbling, as he
hated disturbances at such times. Popeye opened the door to receive a
face full of breasts. "Hello, Popeye.", came a soft sensual voice.
Popeye pulled his face back from between the firm, cantaloupe-sized
breasts to see who they belonged to. Popeye's grumbly face quickly
sprouted an ear to ear smile when he saw a very sexily dressed Maxi. A
very tight, very short, polka-dot dress with a low cut front that left
most of her breasts exposed. In fact, her nipples were slightly visible.
The very short dress and 4 inch high heels had her legs stiffened with
sexy muscles. "Gosh ... hello, Maxi.", Popeye grinned. "Well. are you
going to ask me in, or do I have stand out here all day.", maxi said,
thrusting her cleavage into his face once more. Michele


loud POP!! as Popeye pulled his nose out from her cleavage. "Uh ...
please.. come in.", Popeye stuttered. "Thank you, sailor boy.", Maxi
replied as she stepped in, gliding her hand across his now erect organ.
She sat on the sofa, crossed her legs and rested her palms on her knees.
Popeye closed the door and saw Maxi sitting in an enticing manner.
Popeye walked past her in an attempt to sit in the chair, but was
stopped by Maxi's outstretched arm. Maxi placed one hand on his butt and
turned him to face her. "Mmmmmm ... looks like your very glad to see
me.", she said, glaring at his erection. Her other hand came up to
stroke his hard organ. "Ooooo ... very, very glad to see me.", she
moaned. Popeye was getting stiffer by the second. "Uh ... Maxi ... I ...
don't ...", he said, trying to fight the feeling of pleasurable strokes.
"Yes, Popeye ... what is it?", she said as she stroked more firmly.
Popeye was lost in lust at that point. Maxi's hand slid upwards. "Hmmm
?.... What's this?", she asked, clutching Popeye's spinach can through
his shirt. "Huh ... uh  ...?", Popeye momentarily came down from the
clouds. Maxi reached under his shirt and pulled out the can. "Spinach?",
she said as she stood up. Popeye reached for the can, but Maxi gently
pushed his hand away. "You know, ... I've read that this stuff is
supposed to be good for you.", she said. "Be careful with that.", Popeye
replied as he nervously tried to grab the can. Without his spinach, Maxi
was much stronger than him and was able to hold him off with ease. "I'm
actually a bit hungry. Do you mind?", she asked as she held the can up
and tilted her head back. "No Maxi!!!", Popeye pleaded. Her arm muscles
rippled as she squeezed the can open and the entire contents spilled
into her mouth. "Oh me gosh!!!", Popeye gasped. He began to back away,
but Maxi grabbed a hold of his shirt. Maxi's all ready muscular physique
caused the spinach to work quickly. Popeye watched the arm that held him
swell to double it's size. Maxi flexed her free arm into a massive bicep
of 26 inches. "Oooo ... ya!!!", she moaned ecstatically. Her dress had
all ready began to tear in the cleavage area. She tensed her chest and
her firm, round breasts burst into two toaster-sized cubes of muscle,
ripping the upper half of her dress wide open. She tore the remaining
portion of her dress from her body, leaving her in only her panties and
heels. "Mmmmm ... this stuff is great!!", she exclaimed. She planted her
foot down firmly, bloating her thighs out to 35 inches and her calves
out to 22 inches. Popeye glared at muscle-hulking Maxi like a fearful
little puppy.

Maxi stood before Popeye and went into a full flex.  Her bulging,
rippling muscles expanding to the point of ridiculousness.  Her biceps
rose way over her head and you could have easily done your laundry on
her abs. 

Popeye stood there dumbfounded.  "Let's see what Olive finds so
attractive about you.", she said as she lifted Popeye off the ground by
his neck, throwing him with great force onto the couch.  "It's time to
satisfy me sailor boy!!!", she said, "And the way I'm feeling, it's
gonna take an awful lot to do that!!!".  Maxi, with an evil grin on her
face, reached down and swung Popeye's legs around onto the floor,
leaving his head facing forward on the cushion.  Maxi then turned her
back to him and spread her ass wide.  Popeye gulped with fear as Maxi
lowered her ass onto the stunned sailor's face. "Giddyap Cowboy", she
squealed as she began to ride Popeye's face with enormous enthusiasm.
She reached down and lifted his legs to use as handles as she rode
harder and harder.  Popeye tried, in vain, to let her know that he
couldn't breath under her rock hard, muscle bound butt.  She rode for
nearly 15 minutes before she heard the front door open.

"What do you think you're doing?", a thoroughly shocked Olive cried as
she entered the room.  Maxi looked up at the skinny wench and said,
"Well, well, well....if it isn't the little bitch from the beach!!!!  If
you must know, I am taking a ride on your boyfriend's face....and there
is nothing you can do about it!!!". 

Olive's face grew red with anger.  "Get your big ass off of my Popeye
before I get mad!", she said to the bloated bully.  "Who's gonna make
me?", Maxi threatend.

"MMMmmppphhhh", Popeye replied.

Olive could stand no more.  She ran at Maxi and grab two fistfulls of
her hair.  Maxi slapped her hands away, and using both fists, punched
Olive in the face, sending her across the room, embedding her in the
grandfather's clock. Maxi lifted her bulky frame off of the almost
unconscoious Popeye and walked over to the skinny Olive.  "Now it's time
to clean YOUR clock!!!", Maxi said as she pulled the dazed woman out of
the antique. 

Maxi then stuck Olive's head directly between her massive breasts. 
Olive just hung there, held up by the muscular mammaries.  Maxi then
proceeded to flex her boobs over and over, smashing Olive's head between
them.  "This is great excercise.", she said, with her hands on her hips,
as she  smugly continued her flexing.  She then separated her boobs and
grabbed Olive by the hair. Turning Olive upside down, holding her
ankles, she placed her feet into Olive's armpits....and with her full
weight....started to use Olive as a pogo stick.  Up and down she she
jumped around the room, using Olive's head as a cushion.  "This is fun",
the bully bleeted boisterously.

Maxi then turned the battered Olive rightside up and planted her feet on
the ground in front of her.  Stepping on both of Olive's huge feet, she
began to use the smaller girl as a punching bag....showering her with
rights and lefts as Olive bounced back and forth.

At this point, Popeye gathered his wits about him and ran to Olive's
defense. Maxi barely even acknowledged him, as she backhanded him across
the room....sending him halfway through the wall.

The angry giantess, holding up Olive by the neck, wound up to punch
Olive. "This should finish you off good....and then I plan on using your
boyfriend as my personal dildo....bye, bye sweetie pie!!!", she said as
she let fly a haymaker that sent Olive flying through the front door and
out into the trash can in front of the house.  Maxi looked over the
large garbage bag near the couch and said, "This should get thrown out
with the other trash!".  With that she unknowingly brought the bag full
of wild spinach out to the trash can and smashed it onto the beaten
Olive's head.  Maxi laughed heartily as she made her way back into the
house.

"And now, toy boy, it's time to satisfie MaMa!!!", Maxi growled as she
pulled the barely conscious sailor from the wall.  "Let's see?  Where
were we?", she said playfully, "Oh yes.  I remember....", and with that
, she reassumed the position she was in when Olive arrived.  "This time
there won't be any interuptions.", she said as she hopped aboard
Popeye's terrified face.

Outside in the trash bin, there was some slight movement.  The trash bag
begin to move slightly, and suddenly, there were some chewing sounds. 
Then, like a volcano erupting, Olive shot straight up out the trash can
like a rocket.  As she landed on the ground, she struck a flexing pose. 
Muscles began to burst from every part of her body.  In fact, she became
so big that she immediately tore out of her clothing, leaving only her
over stretched panties.  At this point, even Wonder Woman would've run
at the sight of her.

Maxi was riding Popeye's face with a vengeance, when suddenly she heard
a familiar voice say, "Hey, butter muscles!!!".  Maxi looked up to see
the new Olive flexing before her.  With a look of shock, she made the
quick decision to lunge at Olive with all her might.  She rammed head
first into Olive's mighty abs, only to be met with what seemed to be a
brick wall.  Stunned and seeing stars, she straightend up holding her
bruised head.  "So, you want to play, huh?", Olive said as she placed
her bicep under the bully's chin.  She then flexed it hard sending Maxi
flying up in the air, her head smashing through the ceiling.  Maxi's
limp body hung there, arms dangling to her side. Olive then pulled her
down and proceeded to shower her with punches that came so fast and
furious that they seemed to blur.  When Olive stopped, Maxi was left
with her knees buckled, cross eyed, and completely bruised.  Olive then
grabbed the humiliated bully's nipples and lifted her up so her hair got
caught in the ceiling fan above them.  Her hair tangled into the center
of the fan and she began to spin.....Olive then just held out her fist
as the fan spun the bully around and around, causing her face to
constantly smash into Olive's iron hard fist over and over again.  After
a while, Olive said to the spinning bitch, "I think I've had enough fun
with you....", and with that, she wound up and punched Maxi in the
stomach, releasing her from the fan but leaving her hair behind, still
stuck in the rotor.  Maxi went crashing through the roof of the house
and sailing through the air across town, where she landed in a heap,
inside the gymnasium window.  Beaten, bruised, and bald, the bully sat
like a crumpled mess directly under a banner that read, "DON'T BE A
WEAKLING!  FIND THE STRENGTH WITHIN YOU!!".   

Popeye awoke with his head in his muscular girlfriend's lap.  "Hi there. 
Have a nice nap?", she said to the groggy gob.  ""Where's Maxi?", he
asked.  "Oh she had to fly....", Olive said with a giggle as she picked
up the sailor around the waist and began to carry him up the stairs. 
"Where're we going Olive?", asked the curious sailor.  "Let's just say
that Maxi gave me a few ideas before she left.".  Popeye gulped at the
thought of what was to come as the bedroom door closed behind him.

THE END

[grbaclig]

The following is a work of parody for entertainment purposes only.  All creations are the intellectual property of their respective owners.
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Saturday Morning Amazons: Mystery of the Mighty Muscle Maidens
by grbaclig
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   Lightning crackled over Blake Manor as the gang filed out of the Mystery Machine and into the foyer.  Shaggy and Scooby shook water droplets from their bodies as three silhouettes filed into the wood paneled foyer to greet the gang.  "The staff is just getting ready to go home for the weekend," Daphne said, presenting an elderly man in a tuxedo, a middle aged woman in a chef's smock, and a towering barrel-chested man in a tank top and gym shorts.
   "The staff look like stiffs," Shaggy laughed as the grumpy trio glared at the gang.
   All three sneered as Daphne introduced them, one at a time.  "Gang, say hi to Jenkins the butler, Helga the cook, and Bruno my personal trainer."
   Before anyone could speak, the three snarling servants began to file out the door.  "Sorry mum," Jenkins said, "but it's nearly nightfall, and we must be going."
   "Yeah," Helga said.  "We don't want to get caught by the ghost of the Black Knight."
   "G-g-ghost?" Shaggy cried as he and Scooby jumped into each other's arms and fell to the floor.
   "Surely you don't believe that old tale," Fred said.
   "Better safe than sorry," Bruno growled, puffing out his massive chest.  "Good night, shrimps."
   As the door slammed, Daphne swooned.  "Isn't that Bruno dreamy," she said.
   "I think he's ugly," Velma said sharply.  "A pretty girl like you could do better."
   "I know he's ugly," Daphne said dreamily, "but I just can't get enough of big bulging muscles."
   "Is that why you've been spending so much time in the gym?" Fred asked with a smile.
   "For your information," Daphne said, "I'm getting a little tired of being kidnapped by ghosts.  I'm lifting weights and taking kickboxing classes so I can defend myself."
   "Jinkies," Velma exclaimed, snapping her fingers.  "I can give you some weightlifting tips."
   "Yeah right, Velma," Fred laughed.  "The only things girls know how to lift are purses."
   "I'll have you know that I really know my way around a gym," Velma objected.
   "Forget about the gym," Shaggy said.  "Like, where's the kitchen I 'm starving."
   "Yeah," the gang agreed in unison as they filed down the hall with the laugh track behind them.
   In the mansion's spacious kitchen, the gang helped themselves to sandwiches that Helga had prepared in advance.  Shaggy and Scooby went to the fridge and piled slices of meat and cheese two feet high on a slice of bread.  As Shaggy went to place an olive on top, Scooby at the whole sandwich in one bite and they all laughed.  As Shaggy whined, the gang headed up to their bedrooms.
   A few minutes later Shaggy and Scooby were back in the kitchen.  Shaggy happily shoveled food into his mouth as he stood in front of the kitchen cabinets.  "Anything good in the fridge?" he asked.
   "Milkshakes," Scooby barked as pile of empty plastic bottles fell to the floor at his feet.
   "Keep it down, Scoob!"  Shaggy cried.  You'll wake everyone up!"
   "Too late," Daphne said as she stood at the door of the kitchen.  "Hey, those bottles look familiar," she said, raising her finger to her mouth.  "Scooby did you drink all of my protein shakes?"
   Scooby laughed.  "Yeah," he giggled.
   "You two are always making trouble," Daphne scolded.  "I ought to knock your blocks off."
   "Yeah right," Shaggy chuckled.  "Like Fred said, your skinny girl arms are only for lifting purses."
   Do these arms look skinny to you?" Daphne demanded as she curled her arms upward.
   Shaggy's eyes bugged out as Daphne's arms began to swell, and biceps as round and big as golf balls sprang up, stretching her purple sleeves tight over their peaks with an audible pop. 
   "Th-th-they're not that big," Shaggy stammered.  "Show her your muscles, Scoob."
   Scooby cleared his throat and flexed his arm, and a bicep the size of a croquet ball sprang up, accompanied by a light fanfare.  Almost instantly the fanfare faded as Scooby's muscle drooped to the underside of his arm, and he had to push it back into place.
   "See that?" Shaggy said.  "Too bad for you girls don't have real muscles, Daphne.  Now Scooby and I are going to polish off those fancy milkshakes."
   Daphne's brow furrowed with anger.  "Too bad for you two jokers I was barely flexing," she growled as she extended her arms and fanned out her slim fingers.
   As Daphne began to flex, the sound of inflating balloons filled the air, and Shaggy and Scooby began to tremble as the golf ball sized muscles swelled to the size of tennis balls, and then to the size of baseballs.  Ripping fabric could be heard as Daphne's peaked biceps tore through her sleeves like mountains of creamy flesh rising above a sea of purple fabric.  "Are these muscles real enough for you?" Daphne crowed, the sleeves of her mini-dress tearing to shreds as her forearms erupted with thick cables of muscle.
   "Yikes!"  Shaggy cried jumping into Scooby's arms.  "The babe's got biceps!"
   Scooby rocked backward under Shaggy's weight and fell backward, sending a box of tomatoes flying through the air as they fell to the floor.  The tomatoes splattered against Daphne.
   "My dress is ruined!" Daphne exclaimed as red goop dripped from her purple mini dress. 
   Daphne removed what was left of her dress.  She stood before Shaggy and Scooby in her lavender heels, her pink pantyhose struggling to contain the chiseled calves and teardrop shaped thigh muscles that bulged beneath them.  Shaggy and Scooby peeked through their fingers as their eyes moved upward, past the tiny purple panties that hung across Daphne's shapely thighs, past Daphne's perfectly symmetrical eight pack abdominal muscles, past the purple bra that barely contained Daphne's perky D cup breasts, past the rounded bulges of Daphne's shoulders, to Daphne's scowling face.  "You twerps are in for it now," the beautiful redhead said, tearing her green scarf from her neck to reveal two thick slabs of pectoral muscle that strained against her purple bra straps.
   "Let's get out of here, Scoob!"  Shaggy cried, and the two of them ran out of the kitchen, the beautiful muscle girl bounding after them.
   The three raced down the back hallway of Blake Manor, oblivious to the fact that they were being watched by a shadowy figure peeking out from behind a door. 
   The hallway ended with a set of double doors, through which Shaggy and Scooby ran, finding themselves in a large, well-stocked gym.  "Looks like a dead end, Scoob," Shaggy whined.  "Let's hide."
   "Over here," Scooby said, pointing to three heavy punching bags hanging from the rafters by thick lengths of chain.
   Shaggy and Scooby had just finished zipping themselves up inside a punching bag when Daphne burst through the doors.  "I know you're in here somewhere," she called. "There's only one door, and I've locked it behind me, so no one can get in unless they have a key."
Almost on cue, Scooby sneezed.  "Quiet, Scoob," Shaggy pleaded.
   "Aha!" Daphne cried.  "You're in one of the punching bags.  Let's see which one."
   Daphne approached the first heavy bag and began flexing her right arm, smiling at the pumping, peaked mass of feminine muscle.  Then she swung a crisp right hook, and the bag exploded into a mangled husk of leather, spilling sawdust on the gym floor.  "That's one down," Daphne said, approaching the next bag.
   Daphne placed her hands on her hips and rose to her tip-toes, causing her pink pantyhose to rip into shreds as shapely, muscle-packed legs exploded with sharp definition.  Then she spun on her left heel, executing a picture perfect roundhouse kick on the second heavy bag, snapping it loose from its chains and sending it flying across the gym.  "That's two," she said.  "And there's only one bag left."
   The third heavy bag was now shaking visibly as Daphne approached it, and the sound of chattering teeth could be heard.  Daphne tore the bag from its chains as easily she might pluck an apple.   She then began to shake the bag furiously over head, until Shaggy and Scooby fell out and landed at her feet.  "Let's get out of here, Scoob!" Shaggy called, and the two leapt to their feet and began kicking their legs.
   Unfortunately, they went nowhere fast as Daphne held them by their collars, suspended several inches off the ground.  "Now you two apologize or else," she said.
   "Better do what she says, Scoob," Shaggy wailed.  "This girl is a real gorilla."
   Daphne gasped.  "Gorilla!?" she demanded, stomping to the wall of mirrors, holding her two frightened friends aloft with obvious ease.  "Just look at my fourteen inch waist and D cup breasts.  Do you know any gorillas that look like this?"
   "I don't know," Shaggy gulped, "I've never seen a gorilla in lingerie before."
   The laugh track cackled at Shaggy's joke, but Daphne was not amused.  "Very funny," she snapped.  "It looks like I'll have to teach you two some manners."
   With a flick of her wrists, Daphne began to twirl Shaggy and Scooby around, one in each hand, until they were both contorted into circles.  "Help!" Scooby called as Daphne carried them across the gym to a weight bench, and hung them on either end of a barbell.
   "Zoinks, I think she's going to bench press us!" Shaggy moaned.
   "Ha!" Daphne laughed.  "You two wimps aren't big enough to bench.  I'm going to curl you."
   With that, Daphne wrapped her delicate fingers around the bar and hoisted it up, raising it to her voluptuous bosom.  "We're sorry Daphne, please let us go!" Shaggy pleaded.
   "Oh no," Daphne said as she lowered the bar to her shapely thighs.  "You two are going to stay right there until you've learned to respect a girl's feelings.  Or at least until you've learned to fear a girl's muscles."
   Rep after rep Daphne pumped her bulging biceps, watching herself in the mirror as her arms rippled with power and sweat began to bead on her pale flawless skin.  Then suddenly a loud growling filled the gym.  "Stop whining Scooby," Daphne said.  "I only have 100 more reps to go.  Then I'm going to use you two jokers for Arnold presses."
   Again a loud growl rang out.  "Nice try Shaggy, but playing sick isn't going to help," Daphne said.
   "Like, that wasn't me," Shaggy said.  "I think it was him!"
   All three of them turned around in time to see a giant set of black armor open the gym doors, and slowly advance toward them.  Daphne dropped the bar to the floor, and Shaggy and Scooby sprang back to their normal shapes, shaking with fear.  "Leave this place!" the Black Knight growled.
   "Oh no," Daphne said.  "This is my house and I'm not going anywhere."
   With a growl the Black Knight swung his ham-sized fist downward at Daphne's head.  "We're doomed," Shaggy cried.
   But without blinking, Daphne held up her hand and grabbed the Black Knight's wrist, stopping his arm in mid-air.  "Oh no you don't," she said defiantly.  "I'm tired of running from ghosts."
   The Black Knight's gauntlet groaned and screeched as Daphne squeezed her dainty fingers into a fist, crushing the heavy iron glove to the thickness of a roll of quarters.  The Black Knight growled and shook his hand in pain as he hopped up and down.  "Did you see that, Scoob?" Shaggy asked.  "Daphne's as strong as she looks!"
   The Black Knight growled again as he produced a massive sword and swung it about in the air.  Daphne gulped.  "I'm done running from ghosts, but I guess I can still run from swords!" she said. 
   Shaggy and Scooby hopped into Daphne's brawny arms as she ran from the gym, the Black Knight hot on her heels.
   A Davy Jones song played in the background as Daphne ran through the halls of Blake Manor, ducking in and out of doors.  Occasionally she would get separated from Shaggy and Scooby, only to have them reappear a moment later riding a tricycle or wrapped in a blanket.  Eventually they lost the Black Knight, and went back to their rooms. 

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[Jeremy Lightning]

I was thinking about when a new story might be coming from you the other day, Grbaclig, so nice to have you back writing! Being a fan of Scooby Doo, I enjoyed this a great deal! k+!

[grbaclig]

   A few minutes later, the gang met in the upstairs parlor.  Daphne had changed into another purple dress and set of pink pantyhose, and looked once again like a slim young lady, instead of the muscular Amazon that she had revealed herself to be just minutes earlier.  "So you actually saw the Black Knight?" Fred asked.
   "How could we miss him?" Shaggy tittered.  "He was huge!"
   "What's more he saw us," Daphne said.
   "Daphne had him overpowered," Shaggy said, "but he pulled out this giant sword, so we split—before we got split."
   "Yeah right," Fred laughed.  "Daphne couldn't overpower a 20 watt light bulb."
   Daphne stamped her foot.  "I'm a match for any man—or knight," she said.
   "Be careful Freddy," Shaggy called, cowering under a rug, "Daphne's got muscles!"
   "Yeah!" Scooby said, appearing beside Shaggy under the rug.  "Big muscles!"
   "You guys are really seeing things now," Fred said.  "Everyone knows girls don't have muscles."
   "I'll bet I have bigger muscles than you, Fred Jones," Daphne said defiantly, reaching for the back of her dress as the sound of a zipper unzipping filled the parlor.
   "Like, now you've done it Fred," Shaggy called.  "Don't say I didn't warn you!"
   A second later Daphne stood before the gang in her shoes, pantyhose, panties and bra.  She adjusted her lavender headband and smiled as Fred and Velma stared, slack jawed at her muscularity. "What were you saying about girls not having muscles?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips and spreading her lats, so the gang could see the definition of her serratus muscles, rib cage, and obliques.
   "Jinkies," Velma said, her eyes moving up and down Daphne's muscular body.
   "Well you're pretty big, I guess," Fred said hesitantly.  "But you can't be bigger than me.  After all you're just a girl."
   "We'll just see about that," Daphne said.  "Shaggy, get the measuring tape out of my purse."
   Trembling, Shaggy obeyed and stood before Daphne with the sound of his clattering teeth ringing in his ears.  "Okay Daphne, I'll do whatever you say, just don't hurt me."
   "I promise I won't hurt you," Daphne said.  "Just stand there and measure my arm."
   "Which arm?" Shaggy asked.
   "This one," Daphne said, curling her left arm up and causing a peaked, chiseled bicep to expand.  "And don't try any funny stuff or I'll bend you in half."
   "I wouldn't dream of it," Shaggy wailed as he stretched the tape around Daphne's arm with trembling fingers.  "Sixteen inches," Shaggy said.
   "Jinkies," Velma said, her eyes widening behind her glasses.  "That's bigger than your waist!  You're like a combination of Twiggy, Wonder Woman, and Dolly Parton!"
   "My arm has to be bigger than that," Fred said, removing his shirt.  Fred was barrel-chested and broad but his midriff was soft and he lacked the sharp, rigid definition that Daphne flaunted as she lovingly stroked her own abs and chest.  "You look soft Fred," she jeered.  Maybe I need to let you borrow one of my treadmills."
   "Can it, Daphne," Fred said sourly.  "Shaggy come over here with that tape."  Grimacing, Fred flexed his right arm.  It was big, and swelled with size, but didn't peak like Daphne's sculpted arm had done.  "Hurry up, Shaggy," he said through clenched teeth. 
   "Seventeen inches," Shaggy said with relief.  "Looks like the guys win again."
   "That's not fair!" Daphne objected.  "I'm lean as a stray dog, and your arm is mostly fat."
   "Don't make excuses," Fred said dismissively.  "Women are the weaker sex, that's all."
   "Fred Jones you take that back!" Velma said.  "Women can be just as strong as men."
   "Oh brother," Fred said.  "Next thing I know you're going to say you've got muscles, too."
   "As a matter of fact I do," Velma said.  "And they're a lot bigger than yours."
   "You?" Fred jeered.  "You're a tiny bookworm."
   "I may be a bookworm, but I'm far from tiny," Velma said.  "Just you watch."
   With that, Velma peeled of her baggy orange turtleneck to reveal an upper body packed with bulging slabs of sculpted female muscle that would put any bodybuilder in the world to shame—man or woman.  Fred's jaw dropped open as Velma casually tensed biceps the size of softballs, and pectorals the size of phone books.  "What's wrong Freddy?  You look like you've seen a ghost." Velma crowed as she placed her hands on her hips and tensed her torso, causing abs, ribs, and pectorals to explode into perfect definition with audible popping sounds.
   "Zoinks!" Shaggy exclaimed, jumping in the air.  "She's got more muscles than Nantucket Bay!"
   "Just wait until you see my legs," Velma bragged, sliding her a-line skirt to her ankles.
   Scooby fainted away as Velma revealed legs that were swollen with chiseled muscle, from her dimpled glutes, to the thighs that bulged out nearly as wide as her titanic shoulders, to the teardrop shaped vastus muscles above her knee, to the massive diamond shaped calves the size of American footballs that bulged under her orange knee-high socks.
   "Oh my," Daphne said as her nipples visibly hardened with a 'plink' sound.
   "Now where did that measuring tape go?" Velma asked as she sauntered over to Fred.
   "I'm not getting near those muscles!" Shaggy cried.  "They're scarier than fifty Black Knights!"
   "Allow me," Daphne said, rushing forward with the tape in her hands.
   Velma extended her left arm.  "Go ahead Daphne," she said with a wink.  "First let's see how big my arms are when they're relaxed."
Daphne stretched the measuring tape over Velma's vein-streaked upper arm and pulled it tight.  "Nineteen inches," she gasped.  "That's bigger than Fred's arm already, and you're not even..."
   Daphne's voice trailed off, and her eyes widened in awe as Velma curled her fingers into a fist and began to flex, as the sound of stretching rubber played in the background.  Velma curled her arm slowly, smiling with pride as the brick-shaped mass of her relaxed bicep contracted into a towering peak of female muscle the size of a grapefruit.  "What does that tape say now, Daphne?" she asked.
   "Oh my word," Daphne exclaimed.  "Twenty four inches!"
   "Now I've heard everything," Fred objected.  "Arnold Schwarzenegger has the biggest arms in the world, and his arms are twenty three inches around."
   "Correction," Velma said, "Velma Dinkley has the biggest arms in the world, and her arms are twenty four inches around.  At least until I get a good pump going.  Then they get bigger."
   "Bigger?" Daphne gasped.
   "B-b-b-bigger?" Shaggy whined.  "If they get any bigger they'll bust through the ceiling!"
   "Well that has to be some kind of trick," Fred said.  "Women are the weaker sex, after all."
   "I'll show you the weaker sex," Velma said defiantly, stalking to the table at the center of the room, sitting down, and putting her right arm up.  "A quick arm wrestling match should sort this out."
   Scooby came to just as Velma rested her elbow on the table and began to rotate her hand, making her enormous double-headed bicep twitch and contract, changing from a perfect sphere to an angular peak with each movement of her hand.  Scooby took one look at her arm and fainted again.
   "Well..." Freddy said, looking around nervously, "Normally I would love to put you in your place, but I just trained my arms so they're pretty sore."
   "Then use both arms," Velma said.  "I'll even let you use your legs if you want."
   The laugh track cackled as Fred scratched his chin.  "Well..." he said, looking around nervously.
   "Fred, don't be such a chicken," Daphne said, standing behind Velma, and rubbing her gigantic trapezius muscles, her large round breasts resting gently on Velma's head.
   A growl rang out in the parlor, and Velma sat up with a start.
   Daphne withdrew her hands awkwardly and stepped back.  "I'm sorry Velma," she said.  "There's no need to growl.  I just... I was just... trying to be supportive."
   "That wasn't me," Velma said.  "I like when you... I mean, I don't mind the support."
   "Like, that sounds like the Black Knight!" Shaggy exclaimed.
   "The Black Knight is nowhere in sight, and there's only one door into the parlor" Daphne said. 
   "Yeah," Velma agreed.  "You're just trying to cover for Freddy, because you two can't stand the thought of a girl being bigger and stronger than any man on the planet."
   "Alright enough," Fred said.  "If it will shut you two up, I'll arm wrestle Velma."
   "Don't do it Fred," Shaggy implored.  "She's got bigger guns than an aircraft carrier."
   Fred sat down across from Velma and took her hand.  He winced a bit at the strength of her grip.
   "Ready, set, go," Daphne called.
   Fred leaned in and began to strain, but Velma didn't budge.  Her arm not only dwarfed Fred's in size, but her incredible striated definition stood in contrast to Fred's soft shapeless physique.  "Geez Freddy are you even trying?" Velma asked, feigning a yawn with her free arm, which she casually flexed.  "I'll tell you what, I'll give you 30 seconds before I start in."
   Fred's face reddened, and he brought his other arm up for assistance, but still Velma's massive, muscle-bulging right arm didn't move.  "How... are you... so strong?" Fred grunted.
   "Because I eat right, use perfect form in the gym, and lift really heavy," Velma stated, flexing her free arm and gazing admiringly at the towering peak of muscle.  "Basically I do all the things you don't." 
   Then a loud growl rang out.  "Oh Freddy don't be such a baby.  Just admit that Velma is stronger" Daphne said, gawking as Velma continued to pump her arm for show, coaxing the towering bicep ever larger.  "I mean just look at how big her muscles are.  Don't you just want to lick them... I mean, admit that you're licked."
   Scooby pulled himself from the floor once again, knees shaking, just as a bookcase slid back, revealing a secret passage in the wall.  "Huh?" Scooby asked, rubbing his eyes
   "Zoinks!"  Shaggy called out.  "It's the Black Knight!"
   The gang all stood up to see the Black Knight step out of the secret passage, blocking the parlor door and brandishing his sword as the passage closed behind him.  "Everybody hide!" Fred called.
   The gang scrambled to hide in the spacious, well-appointed parlor.  In the ensuing commotion, Velma's glasses tumbled to the center of the table.  "My glasses!"  Velma called.
   As the Black Knight closed in on her, Velma bent down on the floor.  Her huge round buttocks wiggled as she crawled along the floor, her orange panties disappearing further and further between them with each movement, and her gluteus maximus muscles contracting against the bulging pillars of her hamstrings.  The Black Knight brought his sword crashing down on Velma's backside.  "Did I feel somebody tap me on the back?" Velma asked, standing up.
   The Black Knight held up his sword, which was ruined, bent into a silhouette of Velma's perfectly sculpted behind, rock-solid thoracolumbar fascia, and bulging lats.  "Holy cow," Shaggy whispered.  "Did you see that?  Velma's muscles are harder than steel."
   Tossing the sword aside, the black knight produced a lance with a gleaming, sharpened tip.  "What was that? Velma asked, straightening up just in time for the Black Knight to drive his lance into her muscle-studded stomach. 
   The lance buckled immediately, folding up like an accordion as the seven foot tall knight tried in vain to pierce the five foot tall girl's deeply chiseled eight pack abs.  "I think there must be a mosquito loose in here, because I felt a tiny prick on my stomach," Velma said.
   "Velma, you're incredible!" Daphne exclaimed from her hiding spot behind a pair of blinds.
   "What's that?  Did you say 'the table'? You say my glasses are on the table?" Velma said, extending her arms on both sides and groping blindly.
The Black Knight discarded his mangled lance and produced a giant mace, swinging it forcefully down at Velma.  "Velma, look out!" the gang called in unison.
   "What is it?" Velma asked as the mace came crashing down on her chest with the sound of a crash.  "Is it the Black Knight?" she asked, seeming oblivious to the attack.
   Furiously, the Black Knight pounded the mace against the hulking girl's chest again and again, but Velma was unfazed, continuing to squint and feel about for the table.
   The Black Knight shrugged in disbelief as he stared at his mace, which had been crushed into the shape reminiscent of an apple core, stamped with the imprint of Velma's pectoral cleavage as if it had been pressed in a die, the thick cables of her pecs clearly visible in the twisted metal.  "Did somebody just try to cop a feel?" Velma asked angrily.  "I swear I felt something brush lightly against my chest."
   "It's not possible," Freddy exclaimed from his hiding place behind a nearby potted plant.  "No one can have muscles that hard and that strong, especially not a girl."
   Velma heard Fred perfectly, and in her blindness imagined him to be standing directly in front of her, having just groped her.  "Fred Jones, I should have known you would try to get fresh." she snapped.  "Well I'll show you just how hard and strong a girl's muscles can be.  A tiny little slap should do it."
   Velma reached back, and with a flick of her wrist, knocked the Black Knight out of his iron boots, and sent him flying through the wall.  The room shook as the Black Knight could be heard crashing through wall after wall, and the shaking of the room made Velma's glasses hop off the table and back onto her head.  "Jinkies," she said, looking around the room as a laugh track cut in.  "Where did everybody go, and whose giant boots are these?"
   "Holy cow, Velma!" Shaggy chuckled. "The Black Knight threw a whole armory at you, and you didn't even blink.  And then with one slap you knocked him back to the Middle Ages."
   "You mean that wasn't Freddy?" Velma asked, picking up one of the iron boots from the ground.
   "I'm sure glad it wasn't," Fred said.  I've got to hand it to you, Velma.  Those muscles of yours are something else.  I should have never doubted you."
   "Apology accepted," Velma said as she gathered up her clothes.
   "Uh-oh, look," Scooby said as she stared into the hole left by the Black Knight. 
   The gang peered into the hole, and saw the wreckage on the other side, where the Black Knight's hurtling body had crashed through the guest rooms. 
   "The guest rooms are ruined," Daphne said.
   "Well then we have a change of plans," Fred said.  "Shaggy, Scooby, and I can sleep in the master bedroom.  Daphne, you and Velma can share your room."
   "Fine by me," Daphne and Velma said in unison, blushing and looking away from one another as the laugh track cut in.

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[grbaclig]

I was thinking about when a new story might be coming from you the other day, Grbaclig, so nice to have you back writing! Being a fan of Scooby Doo, I enjoyed this a great deal! k+!

Thanks Jeremy.  I am trying something new.  This story will be a little shorter and more light-hearted than the others.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Oh, I like what I see here a lot, while I have always enjoyed a lot of aspects of your writing, the dialogue, the muscle description, the feats of strength, I always thought that maybe there were more serious parts than light hearted parts and while I was never truly turned off by them, I felt there were some parts of them that weren't right up my alley. Maybe it was because they weren't fully positive stories, but I can tell you that I am fully enjoying what I'm reading so far. I thought Daphne's section was great, but then you have Velma, proving her body to be bigger in many ways than Mr. Olympia's, well that was pretty cool to read. I look forward to more! k+!

[snowman7]

Great, well written story, holding to the old series very well.  Always great to see muscled Velma and Daphne!  Nice job.  I look forward to the conclusion.

[thebaron]

Great fun love the spirit of the cartoon in the story.

[weaponzero]

I don't generally go for female muscle stories that are comedic in nature.  However this, this is awesome.  And it perfectly captures everything about Scooby Doo's comedy.

[grbaclig]

Thanks for the kind words everyone.  I really tried to keep with the light-hearted, slapticky spirit of the old show.  I'm happy it seems to have worked out.

[grbaclig]

   Daphne's room was the size of a small house, and opulently appointed in white and pink.  "Well..." Daphne said, laying her purple dress on the divan by the bed.
   "Well..." Velma said, staring at the jiggling of Daphne's ample breasts as they spilled forward from her low-cut lacy purple bra as she removed her lavender pumps and slowly unrolled her pink pantyhose, inching them down her sculpted legs.
   Daphne glanced up and saw Velma ogling her, and they both turned nervously away.  "I guess we should talk about the clues," Daphne stammered.
   "Yes, the clues," Velma hurriedly agreed, moving awkwardly to the other side of the room, where a full-length mirror hung against the wall.
Daphne laid on her princess bed, twisting her hair with her left hand and stroking her tight washboard abs with her right hand.  Her eyes drifted to Velma, and she couldn't help but stare.  Velma was inspecting her torso in the full-length mirror, still dressed only in her orange bra and panties, which were strained so intensely by Olympian physique that they resembled orange rubber bands wrapped around a hourglass-shaped mountain.  "We know the Black Knight has a key to the gym," Velma said. 
   Daphne's eyes moved over Velma's body, from Velma's huge peach-shaped behind, to Velma's tiny waist, to the muscle-packed landscape of Velma's sprawling back, to Velma's triple-headed delts that bulged dramatically out from her torso.  "And big muscles... I mean big feet," Daphne said.
   "And we know he's a phony knight because he's using fake weapons," Velma said, as she ran her hands over her chiseled abdominal muscles.  "Which we know because he couldn't hurt me at all."
   "Those weapons looked real to me," Daphne said as her right hand absentmindedly moved from her abs to her crotch, and she began to absentmindedly shimmy out of her panties.  "That mace sounded like it weighed a ton when he hit you with it.  But your chest was just too... too..."
   "I for one can't believe it," Velma said as she ran a hand over her massive pectorals, letting it disappear into her muscular cleavage, and smiling at her own superhuman bulk in the mirror.  "I can't find so much as a scratch anywhere on my body.  Maybe my special chest exercises are working."
   "What special chest exercises?" Daphne asked, as her left hand absentmindedly moved to her breasts and began playing with her nipples as she began to absentmindedly shimmy out of her bra.
   "Well once the gym ran out of weight for me to bench press, I started doing chest flies with loaded barbells," Velma said, clasping her hands in front of her.
   "Ran out of weight?" Daphne gulped.
   "Precisely," Velma said.  "Then when I couldn't get a decent pump from the chest flies I got two of the bigger guys at the gym to hit my pecs with bars and dumbbells while I did chest flies."
   With that, Velma began to flex her pectoral muscles.  The thick slabs of muscle erupted into hemispheres of striated bulk that rose up to Velma's chin, bulging out so far that they nearly touched the mirror.  Then Velma flexed one at a time, first the right, then the left, as kettle drums sounded in time with each explosion of muscular femininity.  Daphne groaned with desire, immediately covering her mouth with embarrassment.
   "That sounded like the Black Knight," Velma said, turning around.
   "I-I think it was the wind," Daphne said, now naked and frantically trying her best to hide her D cup breasts in one arm, and cover her exposed vagina with the other.
   Now it was Velma's turn to stare.  "Jinkies," she gasped, her eyes drinking in Daphne's naked body, which was contorted so that her ample bosom was barely concealed, her sculpted behind was thrust outward, her orange hair was splayed across the pillows, a patch of orange pubic hair was visible under her hand, and her lean muscular body was tight with tension.
   "I... was sweaty.  I need a shower," Daphne said, blushing.
   Velma turned away, biting her lip and closing her eyes in a vain attempt to purge the erotic tableau from her mind.  "I... I should have a shower, too.  You can go first, of course.  I'll wait here."
   "I don't know," Daphne stammered, hurriedly throwing on a flimsy silk nightgown.  "It might not be safe with the Black Knight still on the loose."
   "I guess we could... shower together," Velma said uneasily.
   "I guess so..." Daphne agreed nervously.

   Daphne and Velma crept down the upstairs hall and into the guest bathroom.  Like everything else in Blake manor it was large and luxurious, with marble fixtures, and there was a glass-walled shower built into the corner of the room.  Daphne locked the door as Velma shyly began to remove her bra revealing D cup breasts which she normally kept hidden beneath her baggy sweater.  Daphne turned on the shower, stealing glances at Velma in the mirror, watching as Velma removed her orange panties.  Daphne dropped her nightgown to the floor and stepped into the shower.
   "The water is perfect," Daphne said, trying not to stare as Velma approached.  The delicate ruffles of Velma's labia and the gentle sloping of her breasts stood in contrast to her hulking, monstrous muscles.  "Oh my," Daphne said as her nipples visibly hardened with a 'plink' sound.
   Daphne gulped as Velma stepped into the shower and closed the glass door behind her.  "Do you always wear your glasses in the shower?" Daphne asked.
   Velma blushed.  "I'm practically blind without them," she said.  "And I want to be able to see... you know, shower stuff."
   Daphne giggled. 
   "What are you laughing at?" Velma asked meekly, blushing even more deeply.
   "You're amazing," Daphne said.  "Your muscles are almost too big for the shower."
   It was true.  Velma was so broad and so thick that there was barely enough room for the girls to move.  They were packed together, their nubile bodies pressing against one another, feeling the heat of each other's flesh as warm droplets of water began to rain down, making their firm, muscular bodies glisten in the light as they nervously exchanged glances.  Daphne's generous bosom rested on Velma's jutting pectoral muscles, her marble-hard pink nipples just inches away from Velma's face, "I can barely move, "Velma said.  I'll never be able to reach my back."
   "I guess we could... wash each other," Daphne said, taking a bar of soap and a sponge, and working lather up in her hands.
   "I guess so..." Velma agreed, taking a bottle of shampoo and filling her hands.
   Velma stroked Daphne's orange hair, rubbing gently as lather filled her hands.  Daphne ran the soapy sponge along Velma's trapezius muscles, rubbing their thick, rock-hard mass with her free hand, and working her way to Velma's cannonball delts.  "Velma, I have a confession," Daphne said as she began to work the sponge around Velma's lats, casually brushing Velma's breasts with her hands.  "Tonight, when you took your shirt and skirt off and I saw your body for the first time, I felt... warm... and wet.  And then when I saw how your muscles were strong enough to bend steel without even trying, I felt... warmer and wetter.  Warmer and wetter than anyone has ever made me feel."
   Velma smiled, and ran her lathered hands down Daphne's sculpted torso, cupping one huge breast in each hand.  "I have a confession too, Daphne," she said.  "You've always made me feel... warm and wet.  But tonight, when I saw how your physique was so perfectly feminine and yet so perfectly muscular, I felt... so warm and so wet that I couldn't stop thinking about you."
   As Velma continued to massage Daphne's breasts, Daphne ran her sponge down Velma's lower back and began to rub her free hand along Velma's washboard abs, moving it lower and lower as she began to writhe against Velma's Olympian curves. 
   "Velma...?" Daphne asked, nervously.
   "Daphne...?" Velma asked in return.
   Then the soap and sponge fell to the shower floor as Velma and Daphne embraced, kissing deeply and passionately, their hands groping and exploring one another with reckless desire.  Velma buried her head in Daphne's cleavage, kissing every bit of perky breast flesh that her lips could find, twisting Daphne's nipples harder and harder, until the redheaded beauty began to groan with pleasure.  Daphne's right hand moved along Velma's body, squeezing and fondling as it trembled with muscle lust while her left hand gently stroked Velma's tight pink vagina until the mousy, muscley brunette began to moan with ecstasy.
   Velma's began to stretch with orgasmic tension, arching her back and raising her massive arms above her head, her muscles contracting into bulging perfection as water droplets ran down her body.  Daphne gawked at Velma's sculpted bulk and sighed loudly, collapsing upon Velma as if exasperated by her own desire for Velma's titanic muscles.  Daphne panted as she rubbed her diamond-hard nipples in the striations of Velma's colossal pectoral muscles as Velma began to moan more loudly.  Then Daphne reached for the shower massager and flicked it on.  Velma gasped as she felt the spray of warm water flood her vagina, tickling her labia and rushing across her clitoris in waves. 
   "Oh Daphne!" Velma wailed as she began to shake with orgasmic tremors.
   "Oh Velma!" Daphne wailed as she forced herself up against her friend, their rock-hard abdominals rubbing, their pert breasts mashing together, and their vaginas sharing the erotic deluge of water.

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