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As Dan left his living room, the creaking of the house still echoed around him as the demon's flesh began to push against the walls.  If the kitchen had gone back to the way it was before, perhaps the pot had also returned to its original state somewhere.  It was a long shot, perhaps he was grasping at straws, but what else could he do?

He felt the world shift slightly again and he threw out a hand, resting it against the wall and standing there for a moment, breathing heavily.  He felt an odd hint of pride when he touched his cock, it had to be a foot long now...longer perhaps.  The rest of his body hadn't followed suit though, and he felt even weaker than before.  Gritting his teeth he pushed away from the wall, collecting himself before moving on.

Staggering around the bottom of the stairs and into the kitchen, he began to search around in the places he'd put it before - finding nothing.  After a little while, his search became more frantic, and he narrowed his eyes.  Even if he found the pot, what would he do with it?  His father had to die to return the essence to the pot, surely he didn't have to....

'Where are you going?'  A sensual female voice echoed in his mind.  He ran a hand across his face - of course Ulith could sense his thoughts.

'There's nowhere to go...why fight me?'  The voice continued.  'I can give you whatever you want.  I can save your life, make you powerful, rich....anything you like.'

Dan narrowed his eyes, that was a lie if ever he heard one.  "No....no.  There's no way I can trust you.  I don't want to save myself and doom everyone else."  Dan said back out loud.

'Since when have you ever cared about other people?  You go to your job every day and hardly talk to anyone.  You say you love your wife but you treat her like an object.  We wouldn't be in this situation if you didn't..."

Opening cupboards and draws as he went, Dan did his best to ignore the voice but he couldn't help but feel that there was some truth in what it was saying.  If he just waited, died to return everything to normal....would Sophie hate him?  Probably.

The house shook again and a crack started to run along a nearby wall, accompanied by a deep groan from the living room.  'I may not be able to move, but it doesn't look like these walls are as sturdy as you thought...'  The red skinned demon thought at him.

Dan cursed and kept looking for the pot, even though he didn't know what to do with it.  Soon Ulith would grow to big and smash right through the wall, the whole house would probably come down and any hope of finding it would be lost.  All the people who could have possibly helped him, all the wizards and sorcerers of old who might have been able to find another way, they were all gone, long dead as far as he knew. 

There were only two obvious choices left, to let his subconscious further twist reality into a grotesque irrecognizable mess before the power burned him away and repaired it all or to sleep with Ulith and let the demon crush the world in the throes of vengeance.  The life of one man against all the people in the world.  He was scared, sure, even thinking it through rationally didn't help.

As he agonized over the decision, trying to think it over again and again to see if there was anything else he could do as he rummaged through an old shelving unit he spotted the box that had contained the pot.  Opening it he found...the shards of the container that had once imprisoned the demon.  His subconscious hadn't repaired it, it had taken the lazy route and simply tidied it away. 

Dan sagged down in front of the counter.  He felt it, his knees were weaker than before...and losing the small hope he had together with his weakness sent him crashing to the floor.  He would not submit to the demon, he could not.  To do so would be utterly self-centered beyond anything even he was capable of.   Hopefully when he died the power would just be cast out into the world, un-claimable even by its former master.  Pushing himself up and to his feet again, he staggered out of the door - determined to find his wife and tell her everything.  If he had to go out, he wanted to at least see his wife one last time.

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The bus came to a halt at Sophie's stop and she stepped outside.  At this point she had grown so large that her dress was only barely holding together, thin strips of cloth that couldn't hope to preserve whatever remained of her modesty.  She was a tower of pulsating rippling muscular flesh, standing more than twice as tall as the tallest man she had seen, taller even than any other woman she'd seen.  The formerly mousy auburn haired woman had to walk slowly, lest the remainder of her clothes tear away, leaving her totally naked. 

She could tell without watching that she was still growing, even her cock - half erect from all the touching and rubbing she'd received from random strangers on the bus before she'd threatened them away - was now some five inches thick and more than two feet long.  As it hardened it had begun to unfurl itself, now sticking out of her torn panties despite her efforts to put it back in.

As the bus drew away, she subconsciously flexed, and had to immediately raise hand to cover her breasts and use the other one to cover her chest.  Having sex with random women was one thing, but being naked in public was another. Her hands were nowhere near enough to cover herself - her muscle mass alone would probably set any woman who saw her off.

Shauna had been following Sophie at a distance in the taxi.  The driver stared at the ridiculously huge woman squeezing out of the bus in front of him and flexing out of her clothes.  Shauna had to remind him to stop the meter, and he forgot to ask her for money when she got out of the car.  The black woman herself was transfixed by the sight of this goddess slowly making her way down the street.  She let the woman walk on a little bit and then followed, having a little trouble walking herself due to the rigid anaconda like growth in her pants.

As she neared her own home, Sophie spotted the door opening, and a small, lithe figure almost tumbled out, catching himself on the doorhandle and pushing himself away from it.  "Sophie...."  the little man with the stick thin arms and legs murmured.  She recognized the voice if not the gaunt appearance of her husband.

"Dan...."  Sophie breathed.  "...Dan!" She hurried over to him, causing the ground to shake and crack beneath her feet as she did so.  Reaching out, she caught her tiny husband with one arm and lifted him up to cradle him with the other.  "Dan...baby....what happened to you?  You look so...so..."

"Weak?"  The wisp of a man replied.  "I...suppose I am.  Sophie, I...I'm sorry." 

As she held him, Sophie noticed that unlike the rest of him, his cock had grown vastly in size compared to what it had been before.  It looks utterly massive on his small body, and would have looked more at home on the body of a young woman.  She stared at it for a second, but decided not to pass comment on it given her husband's condition.

"Sorry for what?"  The now eleven foot tall woman replied, starting to rock him back and forth gently without pulling him towards her as she wanted to since such it would likely crush him as he was now.

"This is all my fault..."  He coughed and breathed in...feeling the life drain from him again.  The creaking sound appeared again and Sophie had to adjust her arms beneath Dan as she grew taller still. 

"No...it isn't, Dan.  It's this...it's this demon.  Right?  Dan?"

"When the d..demon escaped she gave me her power....the power to change the world, but it latched onto my subconscious, made my desires real..."

Sophie looked down at herself, at the shelf of pectoral muscle and medicine ball sized breasts, her long auburn hair and expansive cock that threatened to grow even larger as it had returned to its flaccid state.

"Dan..you did all this?  This is what you wanted?  Really?  In your heart."

He looked away, he couldn't admit that to Sophie verbally, it was too difficult, but he nodded.  "I can't justify my desires...but know that I never wanted to hurt you...I love you, Sophie."

His wife raised him up to her face, regarding him with a worried expression.  "You haven't hurt me, Dan.  I'm bigger and stronger than ever I was before...I feel wonderful.  I have the opportunity to explore my own passions, my own sexuality.  It's incredible." 

She noted that since their conversation had began, Dan had gotten even smaller.  She probably had more muscle in one arm than he had in his entire body.  In contrast, his cock had gotten even larger, it was red and looked like it hurt. "Dan...it's...what's happening to you?  Why are you getting smaller?"  She said, staring at his rigid member.

Glancing up for a moment, she looked past her husband and through the living room window.  With a gasp she found herself staring at the massive humanoid creature that was crouched within.  It was many times bigger than even she was, and it continued to grow even larger.  She took an involuntary step back as she felt lust rise within her loins just from looking at it.  Dan shifted in her arms, causing her to look back down at him.  "D..Dan..." She stuttered.  "Is that the...demon?"

"Demon's power...it's killing me.  Can't stop it."  Responding with what little energy he had left, Dan clung to her like a babe to its mother's bosom.  "Take me away from here..."  He breathed quietly.

With tears forming in her eyes, his wife carefully lifted him and drew him close, so that he rested in between her breasts.  She felt his erection on her skin.  It was small, having grown smaller along with him, but it hadn't faded despite his condition.  With a small smile she bounded off into the night with him, her penis slapping against her inhumanly powerful thighs as she moved.

Shauna had been watching his exchanged from a corner, having gotten larger herself as she had been watching Sophie grow.  She hadn't noticed her physical growth, however, due to the magic at work within her and all other women.  Her cock, however was now as solid as a steel pipe, massive and unyeilding, she had unzipped her jeans and let it out before it had managed to rip through the material on its own.

Sliding her hand up and down the length of it, she jacked off furiously.  Closing her eyes as Sophie moved away at speed.  The vision of the housewife's mountainous, totally naked form had been enough to send her right over the edge.  She felt the pressure building in her melon sized balls, her cock pulsing as she neared her climax.  Pressing a hand against the wall beside her, she felt it crack under the strain, nearly giving way before she turned to it and covered it in thick ropy cum.

"Oh god!"  She gasped, before blinking and slowly coming to the to the realization that she had lost the woman she was after.  "Dammit."  The musclebound ebony beauty cursed.  "Where the hell did she go now?"  Despite having just came, her cock still stood rigidly at attention.  Shauna frowned and grasped it.  Maybe Sophie went inside the house.  "It's not going down..."  She muttered.

The house that Sophie had run away from began to crumble, an almighty noise emanating from within.  Something huge was moving around inside, tearing through the inner walls as if they were made of paper mache, and sending bricks, wood and mortar flying all directions.  Shauna went in for a closer look and got as close as the door before she caught sight of what was causing the racket through one of the windows. 

Her jaw dropped at the sight of a creature that had to be at least twenty feet tall and about twelve feet wide.  It had muscles on its muscles, dark red skin fighting to contain all of the power that the beast possessed.  Topping it all was that lovely face with the long white hair, framed by the curled dark horns. 

It move it's arms, widening the hole in the first floor roof it had made so that it could move its bulk through.  It grumbled and grunted, apparently unable to move its legs.  The turgid member in between them, the size of a man, pulsed and grew thicker, causing the beast to growl in frustration.  It pushed its hands against its own cock, causing pre-cum to leak out.  "Curse you, Dan Martin..."  It breathed quietly, raising a hand to cup on of its unearthly breasts and caress a nipple as it started to rub. "...curse you for trapping me here, for making me so..."

Suddenly it spotted Shauna, watching through the window with her hands on her own stiffening member.  Ulith licked her lips.  "I doubt this would fit you, little one..."  She purred, fondling her own erection.  "....but I don't want to let such a big...stiff dick go to waste."  She reach around behind herself and gave her ass a squeeze.  "The door is open my dear...but you'll have to come through the kitchen if you want some of this." 


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As she moved through the Darkness, Sophie continued to grow.  Hopping over garden hedges and fences, her body pulsed, cock fattening and muscles growing ever more gargantuan until she surpassed twelve feet in height.  Meanwhile, Dan continued to look more and more withered.  His head was pounding much like it had done before, his vision growing hazy.  Though he retained his youthful complexion, he looked smaller somehow, as if his muscles were dwindling away to nothing. 

Glancing down at him, Sophie panicked and hurried up.  Maybe if she got him far enough away from that demon he would perk up a little bit.  When looking at him, she couldn't help but noticed that his penis had grown much larger, as if in defiance at the forces that were slowly sucking the energy from the rest of his body.  She shook herself, disturbed that she would be thinking about that sort of thing now.

Regardless of how far she moved, whatever was afflicting Dan didn't seem to be stopping or even slowing down.  She reached a small park and stopped among the trees, her physique towering over them - a striated colossus whose biceps had ballooned to medicine ball size while her breasts were larger still.  Despite having come so far she wasn't tired, her stamina must have grown along with her body.

On her knees, she stared down at her husband cradled in her hands.  "Dan..."  She said softly, as the physical gulf between the two of them widened.  They were now worlds apart - even among the titanic women that lived in the world now, Sophie was a monster.  She was easily larger and stronger than any of them, now four times as wide as her husband from shoulder to shoulder.

Dan stared up at her, crushed by guilt - even though it wasn't entirely his fault, he had done this to her.  He loved her still, and the only thing worse than fading away because of that demon was the fact that he couldn't be with her again.  He looked upon his wife's form and a sense of arousal washed over him despite his condition.

"Sophie...please..." He whispered.  "...I don't think I have much longer...it's getting worse."  He closed his eyes.  His cock felt like it was on fire, straining against the boundaries of his skin.  He needed release, and it was apparent on his face, but he felt too ashamed to ask. Sophie needed it herself, blushing as she was from the sensations of her own growth.  He reached towards her face and smiled slightly, it had grown slightly with her, and was more striking than it had been before, but it was still his wife.  "You're...beautiful..."

"Dan..."  She lifted him up to her face.  "...I love you so much."  She regarded his turgid manhood for a moment, it looked as if it was still getting bigger.  It didn't look like she could do much for him, but she could at least try to soften it a bit.  "We haven't slept together for a while, have we?  Not since this began, I mean...I've never seen you so big before."  She traced her hands along his cock and felt it pulsing.  "I want to try but...I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

He smiled and with some effort reached up and put a finger to her large lips.  Being so close to his wife made him feel a little better, though he had no idea why.  "Maybe I can try....you don't even have to move."

Sophie's eye's widened.  "B..but Dan...you look so...I mean...are you alright to move?"

Dan sat up and stretched his now rail thin body.  "I think I can.....I think I have enough left in me.  Just..be careful, we're going to have to take it slowly..."  He let himself slip onto the ground, his strength hadn't totally left him, it seemed.  Perhaps with the promise of sex his subconscious was giving him the strength he needed - he couldn't believe that he was so depraved at heart.

Sophie closed her eyes for a moment, blinking away the tears.  "Alright..I..I'll be careful...."  She laid him down on the ground, removing his loose pants and freeing his erection.  It certainly did look bigger than it had been before...much bigger.  She crouch down, trying to keep an eye on him passed the undulating folds and crevices of her musculature and massive soft breasts that threatened to obscure him from view.

Something came to her...a memory perhaps...that in the beginning she had been his and his alone, that their vows had meant as much.  "I'm sorry, Dan..." She said in a low voice. "...I shouldn't have slept with all those other women."  Her mighty body trembled, wracked with a sob.

"It's alright..."  Dan reached out and patted her on the knee.  "...you could...you couldn't help it.  This was all my fault....that demon, it's power it...."

"Shh..." She shushed him and smiled through the tears.  "...lets not wait any longer."  Lying her body flat beside him, she cupped a hand under his head and lifted him, drawing him into a long kiss.  "I'll go down as low as I can...take me from behind, it's safer."  She said with a soft smile spread across her angelic face. 

As Dan moved around the giant musclebound hermaphrodite that Sophie had become cradling his cock in the crook of his arm, he ran his hands along her bulk, admiring the sheer power contained within her form even as his vision grew blurrier and the shapes he saw less distinct.  He pulled himself up and over her thigh in order to get to the spot in between her legs, but once he found it, glistening with wetness in the moonlight, he extended a hand towards it and weakly ran his finger down it.  Sophie gasped as the small fingers touched it, closing her eyes and trying to keep herself from moving as much as possible.

With his wife lying flat like this, Dan's cock could just about reach her hole, and he took it in hand before frowning a little at the size of it.  Since the drain had started, that ultimate expression that the power from Ulith was rooted in his subconscious, it had grown to almost twice the length it had been before.  Still, at Sophie's current size he wondered if she would feel it despite how big his own sex had gotten.  Even now the growth continued, and her pussy would soon be out of reach even in this position.

With a deep, if haggard breath he lined himself up with the opening and pushed his cock inside.  He heard Sophie squeak when he did so, though her soft voice was a little distant now.  Her legs threatened to draw together for a moment before she regained control of herself. "G..go on..."  He heard her say.  Looks like she had felt it after all.

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Shauna stared up at the huge creature struggling to free itself from the living room of Sophie's house.  Given how strong it looked, the walls would have posed it no challenge whatsoever, and yet it seemed to be rooted to the spot.  Even when it knocked through the walls and smashed the first floor ceiling in order to stand to full height, it couldn't seem to lift its feet from the ground.   Occasionally it would curse in some language that she didn't understand, in a deep bassy voice as smooth and rich as velvet.

It made her shudder just to hear it.  She didn't know what this thing was, but it was the living embodiment of arousal, standing almost as tall as a two story building with muscles that could have lifted a house off its foundations.  It was clearly female, give the massive muscles, the breasts and the size of the cock, and Shauna couldn't help but stroke her own member as she watched it flex.

Ulith gritted her teeth as she pushed against the boundaries of the field containing her.  It was a powerful magic, and since the majority of her powers had been taken from her there was no way she could break it.  If she got any bigger then the field would grow tight around her, eventually crushing her.  She panicked a little pushing away other obstructions like the walls and ceiling of the building surrounding her.  Dan was gone, his wife had taken him - she needed to get out of here somehow and find him.

In the vicinity she had spotted several female minds that she could have leapt to if she had been able to move at all.  It was looking more and more like the only way out was to lure the woman who had been watching her over and then possess her, but that was a risky move.  Possessing someone was like burying yourself inside them, worming your way in like a virus.  For a while she'd only be able to plant suggestions.  It would take a long time to take over completely or change the woman's physical form.  She did know that it would mean becoming part of this woman - she could never leave.

It was better than being crushed to death, however, and the magic to do so naturally involved sex - at least that might alleviate her current state of arousal.  Really, it would be like killing two birds with one stone.  So she reached a hand out as far as she could, pressing it against the field around her and then beckoning to the much smaller woman.

Shauna came forth, her eyes as wide as saucers.  The creature's cock was massive, attached to beanbag sized balls that rested on the floor pulsing softly.  The shaft itself had to be between five and six feet long, growing unmistakeably thicker as she moved closer towards it.  She was pretty sure that this beast was growing still even beyond its already unbelievable size.

"What are you...?"  She breathed, reaching out a tentative hand to touch the huge testicles in front of her.  When her fingers pressed into it, it felt soft and warm, a mass of juicy flesh and pulsing veins that she was sure contained gallons and gallons of cum. 

"A lover...if you want me to be..."  Ulith drawled back, leaning forward a little to regard this now tiny mortal.  She didn't know exactly why she'd gotten so huge, even more so than Dan's wife.  Perhaps it was because she had been at the forefront of Dan's mind when the magic was gestating within him.  She sighed,  "Can you get me off little one?  I need it so badly...I want it."

Shauna regarded the mass of meat in front of her and mouthed "How?" given the obvious size difference between the two.  "You're a strong woman..."  Ulith regarded her with a quiet, almost shy smile.  An act that she herself was rather proud of.  "...why don't you get rid of those clothes and lift my balls here..."  She reached a hand down used it to shift the weight of the testes slightly and licked her lips.  "...there's space for you..."

Shauna salivated at the thought...her brain still trying to process all of this.  She had never seen a woman as big as this creature, there was no way this thing could be human, and yet....when would she ever get another chance to experience something like this?  She took a few steps forward, the muscles in her own powerful thighs shifting and hardening as she moved. 

Reaching up to her own breasts, she gave them a small squeeze before tearing the thin strip of cloth covering the nipples away entirely, letting the magnificent dark orbs bounce free and sway with her movements. Her jeans had gotten extremely tight somehow this evening, and she fought to remove them before simply flexing out of the denim and ripping it away.  Once the remains of her underwear were gone she stood completely naked in front of the beast, with one hand teasing her nipple by rubbing it between her thumb and forefinger, and the other softly stroking her throbbing sex organ. 

Despite the fact that the shaft of her cock was now easily two feet in length, it was incomparable to the massive shaft that stood before her.  She moved closer to what could only be a sexual goddess, her breath catching in her throat as she knelt down.  Ulith had released her balls so that she could rubbing the tip of her cock with her thumb while leaning back on her other hand, leaving Shauna to test her strength by lifting the massive sac herself.

Rubbing her hands together, the dark skinned woman dug her hands underneath the mass.  As they sank into the demon's flesh, Shauna's bicep's bulged in an almost grotesque manner as they took the considerable weight, slowly raising it off ground enough to make a space for her to slide under.  Ulith moaned as the comparatively tiny mortal's arms groped her, leaning forward for the sole purpose of massaging her breast while rubbing her cock.

Once the hole was wide enough, Shauna gently slide herself under.  She was enveloped by warm flesh, the heavy weight of it pressing her into the ground and pushing her breasts up against her chest.  By craning her neck forward and raising her arms, she could run her tongue across the surface of the orbs while massaging the base of the creature's pillar-like shaft.  For her part, Ulith shifted her weight to take a little pressure off of her smaller partner, leaning back a bit.  It was then that she noticed Shauna's erection sliding into her pussy of it's own accord thanks to the positioning.  With a smile, she completed it's journey, allowing herself to be impaled by it. 

With a small cry unbefitting of her gargantuan stature, Ulith began to move up and down slowly, sending small shock-waves through the ground and pushing Shauna further down into it, causing the wooden carpeted floor to tear and crack beneath the combined weight of the two.  With her cock, balls and pussy being simultaneously stimulated, Ulith's cock started to leak pre-cum, spilling thick globs of it all over the floor.

Even as the beast pushed down, Shauna thrust upwards, her member entirely swallowed by the massive, wet hole in Ulith's crotch.  Nothing had ever felt this good, even the scent of sweat and sex were overpowering at this range.  A thick blob of the milky liquid dripped down, splattering Shauna's face - it had a salty but not entirely unpleasant taste.  She could certainly get used to it....she'd probably have to, there was likely a lot more where that came from.

Ulith felt a sense of euphoria as well, though only a small part of that was from the sex itself.  As a succubus, any form of sexual contact empowered her, and though it was to her original power what a candle was to a raging firestorm, it was still good to feel it coursing through her veins, as brief as it might be.  She would soon know this woman in a much more intimate manner.  Her cock pulsed, coating the floor with another pint of her thick juices.  She felt the woman tighten her hold on her cock, squeezing it as hard as she could with those musclebound arms of hers.  There was no question that she was getting close, or that she and her small lover would release at the same time.  She had enough control to make that happen.

Shauna gasped as the giant vagina gripping her rod tightened as well, it felt like the creature's pussy was sucking her cock.  For a moment she opened her eyes, trying to shake the pre-cum off her face before she did so.  The demon's face wasn't even visible past the steel hard pole that she was holding onto, but its breasts were.  The ballooned to either side of the protrusion, wobbling around slightly with the creature's movements.  Ulith leaned forward slightly, wrapping those huge tits around her own cock and massaging it with them, pushing the pendulous breasts together and curling her long tongue around the glans of her penis.

"You've been so good to me..."  The massive creature sighed with the words.  "...you deserve a reward..."

Shauna's eye's widened, what was this beast going to do?  It couldn't possibly want to screw her with that thing...she might as well try getting fucked by a bus.  Running her hands up and down the demon's shaft, she tried to get it off before it went through with whatever it was planning, but it didn't look like it was working.

With a smile that spoke partially of passion and insanity, Ulith whipped her tail around.  The appendage was long and thick as an anaconda.  She flicked it back and forth out of sight, and with each movement it grew a little thicker.  Soft spines started to protrude from it, and the tip became rather...phallic.  She swung it down in a u-turn, dragging it across her own expansive ass where it left a slimy trail all on its own.  It crossed her asshole, and she briefly teased herself with it before going lower in search of Shauna's snatch.

When it found the prize it sough, the long tool rubbed itself around the edge of Shauna's waiting sex, encircling her lips and toying with her clit for a moment before sliding inside.   Shauna's eyes when wide.  She gasped at the seemingly never ending length of the the thing inside her, and it seemed to get bigger and bigger, in reality shoving more and more of the tail inside.

"Oh God!..."  She screamed.  "What is...what is that...?" 

The spines acted as ribbing while the tail was inside her, increasing the pleasure ten-fold.  A thin stream of drool started to flow from the edge of her mouth as she began to babble.  "It's...so...uh..too...it's...uh...ah!  Big!"

It was a wonder that her cries hadn't attracted any of the neighbors from the surrounding buildings.  The house was certainly rocking from side to side at this point.  In truth, a few people had looked out of the window to see what all the racket was, and the sight either had been met with a fit of lust or a stupor.  Many of the women who had caught a glimpse of this demon, having now truly been summoned to this plane by Dan, and simply began to rub themselves in awe.  Ulith would have enlisted their aid if any of them could have broken the bonds that held her, she might have even had them go and get Dan if they were in any fit state to do so....they weren't of course, not after seeing her mid-coitus like this.

As both she and Shauna got closer and closer to climax, Ulith felt the world shift around her - as if it were becoming blurry.  It was happening, she'd merge with this woman at the height of passion, and a small hypnotic suggestion would get her to go and have sex with Dan while containing the demon's essence.  She could recover her power through Shauna even if it would be some time before she had a conscious will again.

The two began to gyrate faster, with Ulith now practically rubbing Shauna against the ground.  A normal woman, even a normal man, would likely never had survived this, but these massive musclebound creatures could handle the pressure.  That's the way Dan liked them after all, hyper strong and durable.

Shauna's senses had left her, with pleasure coming from practically every direction there was no way she could remain fully conscious.  Her eyes had rolled back into her head and her mouth was open, her tongue lolling around and drinking...perhaps even drowning in the juices that surrounded her.  Finally, her entire body tensed up, ready to ejaculated deep inside this creature, and felt Ulith's balls tighten as well.

When they both came, they did so like a fountain.  What remained of the room was coated in the thick white juice of the demon.  Shauna could barely breathe as the stuff completely covered her face, forcing her to gasp for air as she shot her load deep into Ulith's pussy.  The tail-dick Ulith was fucking Shauna with thickened as well, firing a load so thick and powerful inside Shauna that she actually felt it filling her womb to the brim and spilling out.  She flexed her muscles, biceps, triceps, lats, glutes and traps all tensing and growing a little bit larger for a second to complete the plethora of stimuli that assailed her senses.  The world went completely white, and Ulith gasped one final time as everything was enveloped in a bright light. 

A few moments later Shauna awoke.  She felt surprisingly light, and her entire body ached just a little.  She sat up, the massive creature had disappeared, though how something so large could just vanish was hard to believe.  She sat up, completely naked and coated in a white substance, the demon's cum mixed with her own.  There was so much of it, it dripped out of every orifice.  Shakily she got to her feet, running her hands across her body and thinking for a moment that "It would do..."  though she soon placed her hands at her sides and looked around for something to wear that wasn't completely ruined.  Unsteadily making her way to adjoining dining room, she grabbed a tablecloth to wrap around her form, though it nowhere near covered everything.  She did know one thing though, a couple of things.  One was that whatever had happened here...it hadn't been her mind playing tricks on her or anything like that.  The damage to the house and the volume of cum attested to that.  The other was that she had to go after Dan Martin right now....Sophie would likely be wherever he was, after all.  That was it, Right?

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Dan gasped as slid his rod deeper and deeper inside of Sophie's body,  his cock was much larger now, but it still didn't even come close to filling her.  From her moans he knew she could feel it though.  His closeness to his wife, and the fact that he was sating his lusts seemed to give his body just enough energy to remain upright and thrust in and out, but not much more than that.  He was exhausted, and the sweat ran down his face as his wife's buttocks seemed to inflate along with the rest of her body, rising higher and higher above him.

"Oh...agh..." Sophie gasped. "Keep going Dan, harder!  It's stirring me up!" Dan gritted his teeth, wondering if she knew that he was already pounding her as hard he could manage.  He raised his thin arms up and started to massage the fleshy parts of her ass, completely unable to make a dent in the muscle.

Meanwhile Sophie, aware of her own growth, tried to press herself into the ground more to remain in reach of her husband.  She was impeded by her breasts, as well as her own cock and balls, which propped her body up slightly.  Pressing her breasts together and trapping her thickening shaft between them as she forced herself down sent waves of pleasure through her body.  It was almost too much for her, that combined with the constant growth almost made her cum right there and then, but she held on for the sake of her husband, grunting as she mercilessly rubbed her cock with her bloated mammaries.

Soon Dan found himself standing on tiptoes to reach her ass.  Perhaps she had gotten much larger, or he had gotten smaller...it made it difficult to judge their respective sizes just by looking.  Was she as large now as Ulith had been back at the house?  Perhaps.  He knew he couldn't keep up with her at this rate though.  His own penis had gotten long enough that it could still reach inside of her pussy, but more and more of it was slipping out due to the angle.  He'd need something to stand on if he was to get any deeper.

"Sophie..."  He whispered quietly.  At the same time his greatest fear and greatest desire were coming to pass.  His wife, all women, were massive in the extreme, but she was practically out of his reach now, any longer and she absolutely would be.

With rivulets of drool running from her mouth, Sophie tried to turn to look at her husband.  "D..Dan...are you...why are...s...slowing dooooown?" Another wave of pleasure ran through her, as she grew that little bit taller and her muscles ballooned just a fraction larger.  Dan found himself pushed back slightly as her balls billowed out between her legs, massive and soft, covered in long, snaking tube-like veins.  Feeling a little woozy from being pushed away and beginning to weaken once more, Dan clutched at his head.

"I don't..I don't think I can..."  He didn't know if his wife had heard him, she was too caught up in the throes of her own passion to hear his soft please, now grinding herself against the soft grass.  Dan frowned, and then looked down at the shelf of flesh her testes had created...and smiled a little.  If he was going to go out, then what better way to do it than screwing his wife?  He staggered forward, climbing up on top of her balls.  She felt the intrusion of course, closing her eyes and letting forth a cry of delight at the feeling. 

"Oh...God!  That's it Dan...knead them...oh...aaah...."  She had no idea that her husband was currently pressed his knees into her balls, bringing his cock level with her waiting pussy and guiding it in with his free hand.  The other hand was clutching a fold of muscle on her rear so that he could steady himself, but given the options available to him he had thought of a better place for it.
With the entirety of his wife now quaking from the the stimuli, Dan held on tight for a moment until she got used to it, then he lifted his hand away and rammed it into her ass up to his elbow.  Sophie's eyes widened and she bucked reflexively, but her husband held on as tightly as his weakened body was able.

Plunging both his arm and his cock in and out of her, Dan felt himself growing close as well.  His dick slid a little deeper into his wife, and Sophie bowed her head, her senses entirely overloaded by the sensations that seemed to become from every part of her body to different degrees.  She couldn't hold on any longer, her balls tightened and her meat rod pulsed larger than ever between her breasts. 

"Oh...Daaaan...."  She moaned, more of a sigh than an actual word.

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[arcomniflash]

Shauna ran through the night, following both the general direction that she'd seen Sophie leave in and trail of destruction that she'd left in her wake.  She'd crashed through hedges in her hurry to get her husband away from the demon, and since she'd gone straight through people's gardens it wasn't hard to see the path she'd taken.

In addition, some people were starting to come out of their houses to see what all the commotion was.  The women were all taller than they'd ever been before, rippingly and bulging with muscle, even the weakest that Shauna saw as she passed could have easily ripped a full grown tree from the ground and tossed it a fair distance.  By comparison, the men seemed much smaller, though they hadn't shrunk at all, the tallest one she saw only came up to his wife's waist.  Even the couple's daughter stood much taller than her father, with arms twice as wide as his.

It seemed like they were all following the source of the confusion, more than a little annoyed that their backyards had been wrecked many of them shouted in anger.  Only one or two were fully dressed, with a good number of them wearing bed robes and night clothes.

"Damn it...Sophie...Dan...where are you?"  Shauna murmured as she raced along, ducking into an alley that ran behind the houses in order to continue unhindered by the furious residents.  As she moved she noticed that the night sky was lit up by a curious white light, emanating from a short distance away. It shone brightly...and she increased her pace a little.  Though she didn't fully understand what it was or what it meant, she felt somehow threatened by it.

She emerged from the alley onto a street that ran beside the local park, and a casual glance told her where the light was coming from.  A ring of people surround a giant woman, Sophie, having grown to such a startling size that her prone body was visible over the heads over the women in the crowd.  The men were clinging closely to the women, rubbing up against them as they in turn roughly groped themselves, the smell of sex and power getting to them.

Shauna struggled forward, unintentionally reaching up and pulling a breast out from behind the tablecloth she was now wearing just so that she could squeeze it.  Her cock also hardened, lifting itself out from behind the makeshift clothing and swaying into full view.  Some of the women surrounding Sophie turned and, upon seeing the horny black muscle woman descending upon them, moved closer towards her.  They grabbed onto her arms and legs, holding her still with hundreds and hundreds of pounds of brawn.  A fifth woman came over knelt down, running her tongue up the length of Shauna's cock before brushing her hair aside and trying to take as much of the massive appendage as possible into her mouth.

Shauna struggled, whimpering a little as she was deepthroated while her balls were fondled.   She tried to move forward, her biceps and thigh muscles bulging against her captors as she squinted to make sense of what was going on in front of her.  She could see Dan standing upright on his wife's massive testicle sac, thrusting back and forth with all the might that his waif like body could scrape together.  Sophie meanwhile was moaning and clutching at the ground, raking up the dirt with her massive hands and trying to move as little as possible.  Her skin had taken on a pale white sheet, and unearthly glow that was bright enough to fill the night sky. 

Then the two of them came finally, together, with Sophie flooding the ground in front of her with gallons of sticky ejaculate as Dan shuddered, gripping her as tightly as he could and throwing back his head with one last gasp of pure bliss before falling backwards onto the grass.  Sophie continued to orgasm, her cries muffled by the moans of her audience.  An audience that had simultaneously commenced rutting at the sight of her, as if that was the most natural thing in the world to do.

The tanned woman sucking off Shauna moved forward a little, enclosing the dark skinned woman's long bulbous cock between her breasts and squeezing out every last inch of cum while another shoved her own sizable member into Shauna's pussy.  Even her captors were now simple rubbing up against her.  As Dan had fallen backwards, something within Shauna had cried out in impotent rage, and now it remained silent, watching.

Sophie sat up, the glow still encompassing her form, she looked like a goddess made flesh, a towering create that generated waves of pure sex, feeding those who watched her, increasing their stamina and lust.  As Shauna watched her the giantess turn around slowly, searching for her fallen partner.  When she found his limp body she cried out, a sound so deep that it reverberated through the ground.  With tears in her eyes she held him to her as lightly as possible for a moment before regarding her arm and hand.  She saw the glow and seemed to realize something.

With a smile she stared down at her tiny husband before closing her eyes, the glow increased and became so bright that Shauna could only see an outline of the woman's form.  It seemed to shrink slightly before even that disappeared...the glow eclipsed the world, and suddenly, quietly, unnoticed by all save a chosen few, a new day began.

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Sophie sat up in bed, the morning sun shone in through the windows cutting through the darkened room like a knife, rousing her from her peaceful slumber.  She reached for one of the beams of light and let it pass over her hand, noting the hazy glow that surrounded her, easily visible to her, though perhaps not to other people.  The power that had entered her body had drained away much of her physical form, leaving her with a mere 8ft physique, though it was still covered by many hundreds of pounds of muscle.  It had been glorious, with a thought, she could change anything, remake the world - but she couldn't figure out why the magic had stayed with her.  Perhaps it worked within women differently than men...it was hard to tell.

She picked up the remote control on the bedside table and turned on the television.  Once the screen had flickered to life, the image displayed two female goliaths, women whose clothes seemed fit to burst from the amount of flesh and muscle they were trying to contain.  The camera had panned out a bit in order to fit them both into the shot, and they both stared directly at the viewer, reading the news from queue cards.

The two of them, one blonde and the other brunette, aroused Sophie to the point that her hand snaked down to her sizable cock and started working it's way up and down the length, changing positions as the appendage inflated in size.  The brown haired goddess grunted as she jacked herself off, fondling her balls with her other hand while her watermelon-like biceps squeezed her breasts together.

Men were a rarity these days, and whenever they were found they were treated well.  They were much more fertile than women were, for one thing, and a few of the major religions believed that when a man died his spirit would be reborn in the body of a woman.  This meant that spiritually men were some kind of transitory period, but whether it was true or not was anyone's guess.

Sophie could neither confirm nor deny this despite the way reality had changed because of her, though she had fairly good case for believing it was true.  There was a stirring on the bed beside her and another powerfully built if slightly shorter woman raised herself up on her elbows, folding her arms beneath her own beachball like mammaries.  The woman's blonde hair fell across her face as she blinked sleepily at Sophie.

"Good morning, sweetheart, you're up early, what's wrong?"  The muscular beauty said.

Sophie ran her hand across the ridges of the woman's lats.  "Morning, Danni, nothing's wrong, just couldn't sleep much last night...."  She gestured with the hand that was holding onto her cock.

Danni turn over and sat up fully, leaning in and giving Sophie a peck on the cheek.  "Well, dear, if that's all that's bothering you I think I might have a solution.."  Danni said, positioning her head over Sophie's cock and tentatively reaching down to the engorged member with her tongue.  Sophie placed a hand on the back of Danni's head and pushed her down, allowing Danni's tongue to slide into her urethra and lap away at the cum and pre-cum contained withing, while simultaneously taking the apple sized cock head into her mouth.

Sophie leaned back in rapture as Danni began to suck her off, leaning forward herself and pressing her breasts down on Danni's head.  Meanwhile, Danni surrounded the length of Sophie's cock with own tits, pushing her own cock in between them as well allowing her rod to push against Sophie's.  The formerly slight woman moaned as she got closer to reaching climax, she'd have loved to just pick Danni up and turn her over so that she could plough the woman's moist holes, but they couldn't be too long, Danni's mother was coming for a visit today again, so she'd probably get all the sex she wanted from the two of them once she'd arrived.

Although the power she had the previous night had not vanished, her body now merely served as a container for it...perhaps it was because with her it had achieved whatever purpose it had set out to accomplish, because it had fulfilled her wishes.  She was a little worried that the demon might come back for it again someday, but she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.  Right now the world was perfect, a world just for her and Danni, with all that the two of them could want.

With a little frown Sophie pulled her cock out of Danni's mouth and turned the woman over, exposing the soft pink opening beneath her tremendous balls - if Danni's mother caught them like this she'd probably be a little annoyed that they had started without her but...she could just join in.  With a muffled cry from Danni as she pressed her head against the pillow, Sophie rammed her cock inside, slowly sliding in all twenty-four inches of it and sighing deeply when she bottomed out.  As she pulled slowly in and out, her hands squeezing and kneading Danni's ample buttocks while she played with her own breasts, Sophie felt the pressure built within her.  It was as if something were constricting around her testes, causing the shaft to pulse softly a couple of times before ejaculating like a firehose and flooding Danni's womb with semen enough to fill a gallon tub.

Sophie collapsed on top of her lover, her wife, and smiled.  It was the dawn of a new day and a new world - she was sure they'd both love it.

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Shauna grabbed her breasts and weighed them in her hands, she was sure that they'd gotten bigger since yesterday.  In fact, now that she looked at it, pretty much all the women she saw seemed bigger than they had been before - it would have been pretty threatening if she hadn't somehow grown along with them.  After she had woken up in her bed following whatever had gone on in the park, she'd gone to look for a man called Dan...but she never found him.

Now, a week later, she simply sat on the large couch in her home and sucked herself off since she couldn't seem to find him.  The television was full of shows that she could easily pop a boner and masturbate to, so she hadn't left the house in days.  Truth be told, she had been feeling less and less like herself lately.  Her skin had been subtly changing color from dark brown to some shade of burgundy, she got headaches from time to time as if something were trying to pull itself through her skull from the inside.  She swore her hair was getting a little paler too...but at least her cock was growing, so there was that.

Within the depths of the woman's soul, Ulith had carved an ebony throne and sat there, staring at the outside world through the lens of Shauna's eyes. Dan had passed his power to Sophie, a girl who had unwittingly received a body that was actually capable of hold it.  Unfortunately, such powers were more suited for women than men, and whereas they had taken a few days to gestate in Dan's case, in Sophie's they had gestated and withered within the space of an evening.  Even now it would be impossible to remove them from her if she did not wish it.

Ulith leaned back into her throne,  the lives of mortals were short, but she was immortal.  So long as Sophie never figured out how to unlock the power again and make herself immortal or how to give the power to someone else, she wouldn't have to worry.  With the absence of the pot that had once contained her and her power, all she had to do was wait for Sophie to die.  Then it would flow back to her.

She smiled and steepled the fingers on her large hands.  Until then, she would permit herself to have fun in Shauna's body - after all, she had all the time in the world.


-- Fin --

[arcomniflash]

There!  I posted it all - that took longer than expected.   This is one of my first stories but certainly not my last - right now I'm working on another one which is already nearly twice as long as this one is, and much better written.  Still I hope you guys enjoy it - please be kind, I know that everyone has their own kinks and this story might not necessarily line up with yours.

- Arc

[zarina]

Apologies if needed for posting your stuff on here Arc.  I try to share older stuff people may not have seen before.  I actually didn't know there was all this other to go with it!  Thanks for posting the rest!

[arcomniflash]

It's fine.  If you hadn't posted the first chapter, the rest would likely have never made it on here at all.

- Arc

[halcyon3]

Fantastically amazing! A great, deep plot with fascinating developments and hellfire-hot sex scenes! I don't know how you can top this story, but I've got a feeling you will succeed with whatever you bring forth next! 

[arcomniflash]

I was wondering if anyone would like me to post any additional stories that I've written on here. 

- Arc

[halcyon3]

I'd welcome more of your stories! Of course be sure to start a new thread for each story rather than adding it all to this one.

[arcomniflash]

Okay, I'll start posting some stories I've written on here:

This is the first one, 'One Way Ticket', which has been posted on other sites before.  This story does not contain any futanari, though it does contain female muscle growth on a grand scale, as well as some male penis growth.  Please be kind, and I would appreciate karma or comments if you like it!
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One Way Ticket
by arcomniflash
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Ever since his girlfriend Sylvia had moved to from his hometown, Crawfordsville, to Chicago, Walter Monroe had kept in touch with her.  The relationship between the two had been unusual at best, she was a little older than he was, something that his family tended to scoff at whenever they got the opportunity.

She had gone off to college shortly after graduation, feeling that Chicago suited her needs better.  Still, when it became clear that she was moving away, Walter had worked hard to get into the same university, and after sending in examples of his artwork, he'd finally received an admission letter.

He still remembered the Skype conversation when he'd told Sylvia.  When she'd appeared on the screen, it had taken his breath away.  Even with her hair dyed black and wearing a similar color on her lips, her innate prettiness still shone through.  She was fit, her body lightly muscled in a way that suggested she had spent time in the gym - something that Walter appreciated more than other men, enough that he didn't mind her small bust. 

When they talked, she seemed excited that he was coming. That she had chosen to go out with an ordinary guy like him, brushing off other guys to do it, seemed like a miracle.  He didn't think of himself as all that attractive - a sandy blonde haired youth, trying to look older than he really was with a young man's stubble.  The only thing he had go for him was his height, at 5' 9" he positively loomed over his tiny girlfriend.  Blowing him a kiss, the girl had brushed away the hair covering her left eye and smiled, telling him that she'd see him soon.  He was so relieved that she was still waiting on him rather than having moved on to someone else while living in the dorms.

Walter had shipped some of his things ahead of him while carrying a minimal amount himself - just a few books to read on the train and a sketch pad.  Since waking up early wasn't exactly his strong point, he thought that might be able to get some rest on the train.

On the way to the station, he passed through the town center, and saw all the shops opening for the day.  Only a few people were around at this time in the morning, and the place looked strange the morning light.  As he passed by a few shops, it occurred that he should buy his girlfriend some kind of gift.  However, he didn't know what to get her.  Flowers seemed kind of old fashioned, and she never wore ordinary jewellery.  No, she was more into New Age stuff, like crystals or one of those little dragon statuettes.

Wracking his brains trying to think where he could buy those things, he almost fell over the small signboard in front of him.  He read the inscription - "Moira's World of Enchantment - 20% off reagents, today only!"  The name matched the building he was standing in front of, and when he looked at it he wondered how he'd never noticed the place before.  It was an old fashioned, bearing a wooden awning with carved dragons.  The window displayed a variety of crystals and other occult paraphernalia.  Glancing from one side to the other at the empty streets, he quickly entered the building.

"Good morning!" Someone said the moment he crossed the threshold.

"Um...hello?"  The boy responded, looking around the cluttered shop but not seeing anyone. 

A woman emerged from a bead covered doorway in the back, her tanned skin and dark curls lending a gypsy aesthetic to her easy smile.  Sylvia was pretty, but this woman was beautiful.  Her curvy figured was only accentuated by the clothes she wore,  a colorful skirt and what looked like a tank top revealing a taught belly.

"Hello there, young man.  My name is Moira, though you probably guessed that from the sign out front." She gave him a bright smile.

Young man? Walter thought to himself.  The woman looked older than he was, certainly, but still in her twenties, something he was on the verge of being himself.  He took a step towards her and began to say something but she held up a hand.

"Don't say another word," she put a hand to her forehead, "the mystic energies within you are telling me that you're...here to buy a present for your girlfriend.  Something you should have done a while ago, I might add."

Walter paused, blinking, as he tried to comprehend how she could have possibly known that.

Staring at his face for a moment, Moira broke into a giggle.  "Oh, come on, it was obvious!  Lots of guys come here for that very reason, so I'm used to it."

His brow furrowing, the student cleared his throat.  "Ah, yeah well...I'm looking for a crystal or something, she likes that kind of thing."

"Of course!"  The woman gestured around the store, "we have a variety of crystals for sale that promote health and well-being.  Some of them come with a small chain so that they can be worn as a pendant - how about something like that?"

"Sure!"  The young man perked up a bit, and followed her gesture.

"Let me show you around."   Moira grinned and walked around the counter, escorting Walter to the other side of the store.  He smiled when he saw the variety of crystals on offer, and the shopkeeper directed him towards a few of them, each beautiful in its own way.  Even as he looked at them, Walter found himself inexplicably drawn further into the store, towards a glass case that contain a crystal on a silver chain.  It seemed to pulse gently in the light - it was perfect.

"How about this one?" He said to Moira.

She looked up, placing the smaller items that she'd been holding back on the shelf.  "Um..that one's not for sale." the woman replied.

"Really?  Why?  I mean, it's the perfect shape, and it really looks like it's glowing.  Sylvia would just love it."

"That crystal is...well...it's supposed to promote strength and beauty in women, and even increase their libido.  The man who made it was incredibly powerful, able to bend reality to his will merely by thinking about it.  Pity he was such a pervert.  His power consumed him before he could finish the enchantment on the crystal or temper its power.  So you can't target a single person with it...it's magic would run rampant if someone took possession of it."  The woman sighed.  "...so, needless to say, it's not for sale.  How about one of these other ones?"

Walter cast a glance back at the crystal in the cabinet one more time.  Magic?  Really?  Sylvia had an interest in that kind of thing, but to him it sounded like nonsense. If she was really so worried about it, why would she even have it on display?

"Look...um, Moira, I'm willing to pay a little more for it if you'll sell it.  There's no need to go spinning stories about how magical it is."  He said, waving his hands around.

"It's not for sale."  She stated again, irritably.

The young man frowned and held his hands up.  "Okay, okay...geez." He glanced around at the other crystals.  "I'll take one of these other ones then."

Moira seemed to deflate, breathing a sigh of relief.  "Alright.  Once you've chosen one just bring it over to the counter."  She headed off in that direction while Walter looked at the other crystals.  No matter how many of them he inspected, however, his eyes kept being drawn back to that one in the cabinet.

He shook his head.  Though not normally one to break the law, the very idea that he couldn't buy it because it was too magical was ridiculous.  Then again, one of the other crystals looked remarkably similar to the one in the cabinet, it didn't glow in the same way, but it was almost the same shape and had the same chain.  He smiled slyly and took it over to the counter.

Moira raised an eyebrow at it, pausing as if waiting for it to glow.  When it didn't she smiled and said "Ah, this one's alright.  That'll be $5."

"Okay."  The young man dug deeply into his pocket.  "Here you are."  Once the money was in her hand, she bagged the thing up for him.

"Right, so, you're now the proud owner of a minor strength crystal.  I hope your girlfriend will be very happy with it."

"I'm sure she will. I'm just going to browse a little more before I go.  You've got some dragon statuettes, right?"

"Yep, we do.  They're over in the back near the crystals, you walked past them on your way to the counter.  They aren't enchanted though, just ornaments."

"I'll take a look anyway."  Walter replied.

Once back near the crystals again, he glanced over his shoulder to make sure that Moira wasn't looking, and then made his way to the cabinet, exchanging the one he had bought for the glowing crystal inside.

There, by the time she notices I'll be in a different State, he thought.  "They look a little expensive, maybe I'll get one next time.  Right now I've got a train to catch."  Walter said on his way out.

"Oh...that's too bad.  Well, thank you for your purchase anyway, and be careful with that crystal."  Moira waved to him as he went.

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The buzzer rang just as Walter stepped onto the train, the doors closing behind him.  He sighed with relief and looked around for a good place to sit.  Since it was still early the train car was almost empty.  Other than himself, only four other people were present.

A couple, probably husband and wife, sat side by side near the back.  The man was dressed in a sweater and slacks, and was rather heavy set, with a powerful build that could only be gained from years in the gym.  By contrast, the woman next to him was very petite and pretty for a woman her age, with graying long brown hair and hazel colored eyes.  She wore a light button down blouse and a black skirt.

Walking through the car, the blonde student passed a teenage girl, a little younger than he was, wearing jeans and a frayed black t-shirt with the anarchy simple on it.  She reminded him a little of Sylvia back when she was in high school, with her short black hair and piercings.  He wondered where she was going.

"The hell are you looking at?"  The girl said to him as he walked past.

Wisely choosing not to respond to the remark, Walter just shrugged and continued moving towards the bench seats in the rear of the train.  The last passenger sat across from him, a blonde haired girl his age.  She wore a short sleeved shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing a white tank top beneath, and a pair of khakis pants.  Walter's eyes were immediately drawn to her bust. 

Even with the top two buttons undone, the shirt was still stretched tightly across her breasts, and he couldn't help but wonder at the size of them, C-Cup?  D-Cup?  Bigger than that?  He wasn't exactly an expert, despite his healthy interest in such things.  The student was broken out of his stupor when the girl spoke without opening her eyes.

"It's rude to stare, you know." 

"Wha...?"  Walter stammered as the girl opened her eyes slowly, revealing them to be a soft blue color. 

"I heard you sit down, and I could practically feel your eyes on me.  You're being a real a creeper, doing that."  She leaned back against the seat, thrusting her bust out even more.

"Look...I...sorry."  Walter lowered his head.  "Think I'm going to sit here for a minute and figure out where to pitch myself off this train."

The girl laughed at that.  "Oh, don't worry about it so much.  As long as you don't make a habit of it, I don't care.  I guess I'll take it as a compliment.  I'm Debbie, by the way."

"Walter."  The student replied.

"So where are you going, Walter?"

"Hm, I'm going to Chicago, got into a college there."  He folded his arms and leaned back, staring out of the window.  The train was had left the City Centre and was now traveling towards the outskirts, the surroundings becoming more rural as it went.

"No way, me too!"  Debbie remarked, causing Walter to look back at her.

The two spent the next ten minutes or so talking about their respective majors and colleges.  It turned out that hers wasn't all that far from his.  When the conversation died down, Walter opened his bag and took out a book.  "Think I'll just read for a little while," he said,"we've got a long way to go."  He opened the book and read silently for 30 minutes or so before glancing up at the Debbie again.

She had closed her eyes and was leaning her head against the glass window.  If anything her chest looked a little bigger than before, with the tightness of her clothes grabbing his attention.  Interestingly, her bare arms looked lightly muscled - something he hadn't noticed while talking to her.  Since he had a fetish for that, he couldn't figure out why he didn't pick up on it. 

"These clothes feel a bit tight."  He heard someone say, the words catching his attention.  The source of the voice was the woman sitting with her husband.  She was keeping her voice low in the hopes that no one else would hear her, but it was audible enough in the quiet train. 

"You think so?  I think they look good on you."  The man sitting next to her murmured. 
Even though the both of them had their back to him, Walter could see her shifting around uncomfortably in her seat.  He raised an eyebrow at this and looked back at Debbie, his eyes practically bulging out of his head the moment he did.

There was no mistaking it, the girl's bust was definitely larger.  Another of the buttons on her shirt had come undone, and he could see a v-shaped outline on her tank top.  Her flesh fought against her bra, all the while spilling over the top of the material.  She moaned softly without opening her eyes and raised a hand to tug at her clothes.  The tank top was now pulled far enough above her khakis that he could see her abdomen...and that the muscles on it were tightening, a six-pack forming.

Then, suddenly, she sighed as if able to breath easily again.  When she sagged forward, Walter thought at first that she'd gotten even bigger...but it wasn't her, it was her clothes.  They had loosened to the point that they now fit her thicker, bustier form.  The shirt was still unbuttoned though, and her abs were still visible.

'What the fuck?'  Walter mouthed, leaning forward a little to get a better look. 

The girl frowned and opened her eyes.  "Still staring?"  She said with a small smile.

Walter's words caught in his throat. "Um..I..."

"It's okay, I don't mind.  You can stare all you want."  She turned a little to look out the window, giving him a good view of her from the side.

Walter stood up, taking his bag with him.  "I'm just...you know..restroom."

Debbie giggled a little. "You don't need to announce it."

"Ah...yeah..."  He turned away and headed towards the toilets at the other end of the train car, passing by the other passengers as he went.  When he looked at them, he saw that it wasn't just Debbie.  The man sitting with his wife looked the same but his wife, a few inches shorter than her husband when Walter had passed them before, now looked about the same height.  Her blouse was more open too, revealing an inch or two of creamy cleavage.

The girl wearing the Anarchy t-shirt now had muscles like those of a fitness instructor.  He could even see the muscles in her legs shifting and flexing slightly through the wider tears in her jeans.  The anarchy symbol on her t-shirt was now stretched across her impressive bust.  Though she had a pale complexion, her cheeks were flushed with pink, and her eyes followed the young man as he passed her. 

Picking up the pace a little, Walter finally made it to the toilet and closed the door behind him.  Now alone, he laid his bag down on the ground and opened it, taking out the pendant.  The crystal was pulsing with light, but the glow was more intense now.  It felt warm to the touch, and it mesmerized him.  Shaking his head, he quickly put it back and zipped the bag up.

"It couldn't be...magic doesn't exist, how is this happening?"  The student whispered softly.  As unbelievable as it was, the women in the train were definitely changing.  Of course, he smiled, that wasn't exactly a bad thing.  It proved the existence of magic, this was the greatest discovery ever.  Not only that, but it was making the girls in the car bigger and more attractive, to him at least.

Slinging the bag over his shoulder, he opened the door and walked back out into the main car.  An announcement came over the speaker system - the train would soon be making a stop at Lafayette.  As soon as Walter turned to go back to his seat, he froze. 

The girl with the anarchy shirt from before had grown bigger again, her bare arms sporting meaty biceps more in line with an amateur bodybuilder than a fitness instructor.  Her entire body caused her clothing to stretch and deform, the tears in her jeans widening to account for the larger quadriceps on her thighs.  The girl's breasts were a couple of cup sizes larger, stretching her top as tight as a drum. 

Although Walter didn't understand what was happening, the fact that she was bigger didn't surprise him all that much.  What caught his attention was the fact that she had her hand down the front of her jeans, massaging herself.  Her eyes were closed, and her other hand was gripping the bench she was sitting on as she moaned softly.  After staring for a few moments, his own arousal straining against his pants, Walter looked up to see if anyone else had noticed the girl's public display.

The couple sitting in the middle of the car didn't seem to notice, with the man reading a newspaper.  His wife's face was flushed, and she was squirming in her seat a little, the fabric of her clothes to creaking dangerously as it strained against her powerful thighs and broader chest.  She whispered something to her husband, and the man glanced at her and nodded.  They both stood up and Walter could see that she was now slightly taller than he was.

They walked towards him, and he thought that they had caught him staring.  The man folded his arms.  "'scuse me." He said, stepping around the young student and heading in the direction of the toilets with his wife.  Shaking his head, Walter continued walking further into the car, past the preoccupied girl.  She moaned loudly and her shoulder's sagged, then she turned to Walter for a moment and flashed him a smile, her face still flushed from the orgasm.  He raised his eyebrows and hurried down the hall, the girl watching him all the way.

Sitting down across from Debbie once again, he checked her out.  She had grown as well, her body now covered in defined muscle.  There was a clear six-pack on her abdomen, her thick thighs and powerful calves pulling the khaki pants tight across her legs.  Her upper body muscles looked well developed and strong, larger than his own, as if she did weight training several times a week.  It was a direct contradiction to her now bloated breasts - each one the size of a large cantaloupe.

It looked like she had fallen asleep, her face pressed against the train's glass window.  Briefly, Walter wondered if he should wake her and tell her about what was happening, but if she hadn't noticed herself there was little point.  Her head looked like it was higher up on the glass than where she'd rested it before, and her legs were definitely longer than they had been.  The women were definitely getting taller as well as stronger.

Walter barely felt the time pass as he watched her - 5, maybe 10 minutes went by.  The man and woman who had left for the toilets returned, her now looking a couple of inches taller than he was.  She had her arm around his shoulders, and was smiling broadly, mirroring the man's own slightly goofy grin.  As they walked, she hugged him a little more tightly, pressing him into her left breast as she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.  They sat back down in the same seat.  The woman looked...different, besides the muscle.  Her gray hairs were gone, and she seemed younger and more vibrant.  Was this magic making people younger too?


The train slowed, and the loudspeaker announced that they'd soon be making the stop at Lafayette.  More people would soon be getting on the train, how would they react to these horny musclebound girls?  They'd all probably get thrown off!  As Walter worried about this, he looked out of the window to see the new passengers - his jaw dropped.

There were eight of them, four men and four women.  The men were dressed normally, with a couple in suits and the others wearing casual clothes...but the women...they were all as tall as the men, with strong arms and heavy breasts displayed in revealing sleeveless blouses and t-shirts.  Skirts and shorts showed off their brawny thighs.

One of them, a black woman, was dressed like a runner, wearing skin tight runner's leggings and a matching top that left her abs bare.  As someone who obviously worked out a lot, she was larger than the other woman, and indeed the men.  Her hips were wide, and her broad chest gave her an hourglass shape.

Three of the women looked dressed for work in suit jackets and skirts which must have been tailored so they wouldn't be torn apart by their physiques. These three, two brunettes and a redhead, were chatting with each other, standing so close that their busts were practically pressed together.  Walter blinked when he saw the red haired girl reach up and grasp the breast of one of the brunettes, massaging it a little and causing the woman to gasp before letting go.

The doors opened, and all the new passenger's filed in, finding seats in the main car.  Only the black woman remained standing, jogging in place while fidgeting with a pedometer.   

"Tsk, why are these damn things so small?"  The woman tutted at the device.

The three businesswomen sat together on the same bench at the other end of the car from Walter, across from the girl in the anarchy shirt.  The men were spread out around the car.

Debbie opened her eyes and murmured.  "Huh, Lafayette, same name as that character from that show...what was it again?" She spread her arms, leaning back against the seat.  Her breasts pressed against her top, the material could no longer bear the strain, and it tore down the middle. 

"Dammit, that's the fourth one this week.  I really should buy looser tops....but I guess you don't mind, do you Walter?"  She gave him a lascivious smile and folder her arms beneath her bust.

Walter was stunned.  Was this also a product of the magic from that crystal?  He could understand it if it had been affecting the woman near it, but the new passengers hadn't been.  How widespread was this exactly?  He tried to keep himself from staring at Debbie long enough to send a text to his girlfriend.

Opening the Skype app he had installed on his phone, he noticed something odd.  The last recorded text was Sylvia saying  "I'll see you at the station, babe."  Superficially, there was nothing unusual about it, but he was sure she'd used his name instead of the word 'babe' before.  Maybe he was just remembering it wrong. 

He began typing out a new message of his own.  'Hey Sylvia.'

After a minute or so, she replied.  'Hi Wally!  How are you?  Are you on the train?'

'Yeah, I am.  I'll be there on time.'  Walter typed.

'Oh, good!  Have fun. <3 I'll see you when you get here.' 

The young man frowned.  'Have fun'?  What did she mean by that?  Rather than just ask her directly, he brushed it aside for the moment and asked the more pertinent question that was on his mind.

'Wait, Sylvia.  I've got an odd question.'  He took a deep breath before typing up the next part. 'How big are your biceps?'

'My biceps?  I dunno, I've never really measured.  Pretty average I guess.'  The response came back.

'Could you measure them for me?'

'Sure!  You boys are always so into this stuff...it's kinda cute. :3'

Another odd turn of phrase, wasn't it unusual for men to be interested in a girl's muscles?  It wasn't unnatural or anything, but it probably wasn't that common given what most men were interested in.  He waited for about five minutes later the response came.

'15 inches.  Pretty average, but big enough for you, eh babe? >:3'

Walter gasped, 15"!?  He recalled that the average size for a woman was somewhere around 11", with many women even smaller than that.  So if Sylvia thought 15 was average...the pendant must have been a huge radius of effect - more than a hundred miles.  He looked up at the other women in the train car.

They were all bulky and cut, perhaps slightly taller than they were earlier.  Debbie was watching him, and with a small grin she stood up.  She was a sight to behold - huge separated muscles, with biceps that were around 17" and thighs pulling her khaki pants so tight that he could pick out every individual muscle.  These muscles belonged on a professional female bodybuilder, and a large one at that.

The pants didn't even reach all the way up to her hips anymore, they had been growing with her, sure, but the style had changed, and now that they clung to her legs she had no need for a belt.  Her breasts were simply enormous - the bra had vanished, and he could see the large nipples pressing against the fabric of her tank top, flesh poured out in every direction as if trying to escape.

She stood up, looming over him from her new lofty height.  Walter could see the top of her shelf-like ass bubbling over the top of the waistband, accentuated by a black g-string.  If he'd stood up himself, the student imagined that he'd maybe have come up to her shoulder, and that put her at well over 6 feet tall.  With a little sigh, Debbie began to remove the blouse, shrugging it off to reveal softball size striated shoulders.  She noticed Walter staring and glanced down at him.

"Sorry, little guy, this thing's too tight on me.  I thought it would work with the buttons open but I guess it was wishful thinking." She said in a matter of fact manner.  There was a tearing sound as the thin blouse ripped down the back, revealing her pulsing back muscles.  "Ah, damn..." She muttered, tearing the rest of the blouse off with one hand.  "Well...I wasn't going to be wearing it again anyway."

Debbie sat back down, and Walter swore that as she did so, her muscles swelled larger and heavier, her torso growing broader to accommodate them and her ass taking up more of the bench.  He felt the strain in his pants, and attempted to cover himself with his arm.  It wasn't just that he'd gotten an erection from the sight, something felt weird down there.  He stood up, using his bag to cover himself, and headed towards the toilets again.

Walter paused, something didn't seem right - besides the women growing larger and more promiscuous with each passing moment.  He did a headcount of the passengers - two of the men who had gotten on the train at Lafayette were gone.  His mouth worked a little without any words coming out, where did they go?

He turned to Debbie.  "Hey, where did those two guys go?" 

"What two guys?"  She replied hazily.

"You know, two of the guys who got on the train at our last stop...they're gone."

Debbie raised her head, looking over the seats.  "There they are, beside those three girls.  I think they're all one group."

The three women were sitting closer together now, perhaps due to their larger forms, but more likely because the playful groping from before had evolved into heavy petting, with one running her hand up and down the thigh of the other.  The third one was resting her head on the middle woman's shoulder having unbuttoned her shirt with her free hand, gently feeling the underside of her breasts and the bumps of her abs.  The two men sat at either side of them, probing the muscles of the women.  Walter could see the prominent bulges in their pants and looked away, they weren't the right guys anyway.

"Not them.  Four guys got on at Lafayette, there's only two now."

"Huh...I only saw the two guys.  I'll admit I was wasn't really looking though, maybe they went to a different car."  Debbie quirked her head, causing the muscles in her increasingly thick neck to stand out.

"Y..yeah, maybe."  They were damn fast if they did, though.

"You seem kind of stressed, Wally."  Debbie leaned in and licked her lips.  "Want me to help you relax a bit?  You look like you could use it."

Her eyes flicked to the bag covering his crotch.  "No...I just, I just need to use the bathroom, be right back."

She sighed, slumping back on the bench as Walter hurried away.  He passed the couple from before, noticing that the woman was now clearly broader than the man, with much larger muscles.  She took up most of the seat with her husband pressed against the wall, if she got any bigger he'd have to sit on her lap.  Her full attention was on her husband's crotch, rubbing it with one hand while smiling and groping her own breasts with the other.  The man didn't seem to mind, hugging his wife's arm.

Further down the corridor, the black female jogger had exploded in size, her arms now at least 19 inches around with thighs like tree trunks, larger than the other girls since she was fitter than them to begin with.  Her clothing was frayed, with small holes here and there indicating that while it had grown along with her, it couldn't keep up.

Nearby, the girl wearing the anarchy t-shirt now might as well have been wearing an anarchy tank top.  The sleeves had been completely torn away, and her lower torso was completely bare, it was hardly even able to conceal her breasts.  She stared at the three woman and two men across from her with barely disguised lust.

Walter shook his head, disappearing into the toilet.  It was more spacious than he remembered, with a larger seat on the toilet itself.  Putting the seat down he unzipped his pants to inspect himself, his cock instantly springing to attention and slapping him in the stomach.

It was huge.  This morning it had been 6" in length when fully erect, but it was now almost double that as well as being twice as thick.  Was this a result of the magic too?  Why?  The woman in the shop hadn't said anything about it affecting men.  Then it occurred to him - with the women now larger and more libidinous, they were practically in heat.  How could a normal sized man possibly satisfy them?  The magic was making his thing bigger...for them.

Walter grinned when thought of that, and how big his girlfriend in Chicago was going to get.   Wrapping his hand around his cock, the young man shifted his pants slightly so that his balls flopped out as well - they were each the size of an egg.  He began to jerk off in long slow motions, and feeling his member pulse and grow a little bit larger with each stroke.  The blood rushed from his brain to his cock, leaving him a little light headed.  His ministrations quickened and he closed his eyes, grunting as he came.  Cum exploded from the tip of his penis, dribbling down his hand and onto the floor.  It felt like it would never end, knocking him senseless with sheer bliss.

He came to a moment later and look around.  The toilet was a mess, with cum dripping from the sink to the floor.  "Oh, Jesus."  Walter gasped, grabbing a wad of paper towels and clean everything up as quickly as possible.  The student noted that his penis was still half erect, and it looked just as big now as it had at full mast earlier.  How much time had passed?  He glanced at his watch.  20 minutes!?  He'd been in the toilet for 20 minutes?  Why had no one checked on him?  What was going on out there?  He pulled up his pants, his cock creating a prominent bulge in them, and opened the door just a crack so that he could peek out.

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At first, he could see very little from his position, though the door itself seemed a little different.  It was a little larger than he remembered, and the lock was bigger and heavier.  The sounds of moaning had stopped too, and the train car was relatively quiet.  Then, suddenly, a large hand gripped the door and pulled it aside, displaying more strength than he could hope to muster.

"..seems like you finally finished in there, took you long enough." A deep, sultry voice said.

When the owner of the voice stepped into view Walter found himself looking up...and up.  It was the girl in the Anarchy t-shirt, though the shirt itself was reduced to mere shreds, barely concealing the nipples of breasts larger than her head.  She was big, much more so than before, with melon sized biceps and a rippling eight-pack that would have put any male bodybuilder to shame.  Her thighs were so bloated with musculature that they pressed together, vying for dominance, the jeans having become more like denim hot pants.  It was as if she had been carved from marble, a grotesque yet beautiful exaggeration of the female form.

She eyed him hungrily, a full head and shoulders taller than he was.  "I'm Abigail...but you can call me Gail, if you like.  Y'know, little boys like you shouldn't wander around on a long distance train by yourselves."  Leaning in closer, the girl's shadow eclipsed his.  "You might get eaten up..."

Eaten!? Did she mean that literally?  No...it didn't look at it.  Her hunger was more an unbridled lust.

He flinched as she reached in, dragging him forward and then picking him up, tucking him under her arm with a grip that could have crushed granite.  As terrified as he was, he couldn't help but be aroused as his head pressed into her bust when she carried him with her into the passenger cabin.

Walter immediately noticed that the three businesswomen and the two men were gone, as well as the married couple.  The only remaining occupants of the car were the black woman, who was sitting fondling her truly massive body, and Debbie who was reading a book and absently rubbing her crotch.

Both women were huge now, larger even than the one who carried him.  The black woman was a mass of striated muscle covered in a network of thick veins.  Debbie was almost as big, but her muscles seemed cleaner, with only a few, admittedly pipe-like, veins here and there.

The train car itself was different...the smaller seats were all gone in favor of benches that lined the walls.  Given the size women were compared to men, this seemed better suited for both genders.  It also gave the car a roomier feel, even though the corridor was shorter.  A wall had appeared at the end with a single, large door bearing a metal plaque that said 'Relief Room'.   Gail was carrying him in that direction.

"Where did the women who were here before go?"  Walter asked his captor.

"They all went to the relief room, you'll see in a minute.  Tsk, god I need it bad, you'd better be able to keep up." The musclebound girl snapped back at him, quickening her pace.

He finally understood, these women had to keep their libidos in check during long haul journeys without disturbing the other passengers.  Although public masturbation didn't seem taboo, actually having sex in public was still forbidden - though probably just so that it wouldn't distract other women.   

Walter felt the girl's hold on him tighten even more, then he realized that she wasn't holding him any tighter, her muscles were simply in the process of growing even larger, and the space between her bicep and side was shrinking.  He couldn't get a good look at her from this position, but she had to be bigger than anyone he'd seen outside of photo manipulations on the internet, with biceps some 26 inches around, even unflexed.

They had almost reached the door when Debbie stood up, stepping in front of them.  'My god.'  Walter thought to himself.  'That's unreal.'  Her incredible musculature bulged even further as she stood to her full 6 foot 5 inch height and folded her arms.  Breasts like watermelons spilled over the top of those glorious arms, each one bigger than his thigh.  Her legs were similarly unbelievable, colossal pillars of might with thick veins bridging the striations. 

The blonde's clothing had changed, with the white tank top was more like a thin strip of fabric now, only covering her nipples.  Her khaki's had undergone a similar transformation, and were now made of a stretchy material, lycra perhaps, only reaching to her mid thigh.  As she stood up, Walter thought he saw her traps bulge and rise even higher than before, her shoulders and lats spreading wider still.

"Hey, where do you think you're going with him?"  Debbie said, unfurling her arms and shaking a finger at Gail, her hand on her hip.

"What the...?  What's it to you, bitch!?  This little guy's on his own, and I got to him first, so I get see how much of him I can fit between my legs."  Gail frowned at the larger girl.  Walter felt his pants tighten around his cock as it snaked further down the leg.

"On his own!?  What gave you that impression, you idiot?  He's with me!"  The blonde titan pointed at him and then held out her hand.

"Huh?  Why were you at opposite ends of the train, then?  It didn't look like he belonged to anyone!  I bet you just want him for yourself."  The dark haired girl said with a frustrated sneer. 

"Nope, he's mine.  Right Walter?"  Debbie glanced down and winked at him.

"Uh...yeah...that's right."  Walter said softly, eager to avoid being crushed by the increasingly heavy teenager.  She took him out from under her arm and held him by the shoulders in front of her, his feet didn't even touch the ground.

"You don't get a say in this, you little worm!  You'd probably enjoy it either way."  It looked as though she was about to shake him, but Debbie placed a hand on her arm. 

"You need to be more gentle."  Debbie nodded, her voice quiet.  "Look at you carrying him under your arm like that, you'll hurt him if you keep that up...you don't want to do that, right?  Didn't you bring your vibrator for times like this?"

Gail glared at her and then pull away.  "Get off me!  I..I just forgot it, that's all..."

With a sigh Debbie stepped to one side and picked up a large bag from the nearby luggage compartment.  Unzipping it, she took out a huge, pink rod and held it towards Gail.  "Here, you can borrow mine.  Now let the little guy go, can't you see he's terrified?"

The huge girl glanced at Walter one more time, and her face softened a little.  She didn't really want to hurt him, and if she did inadvertently she'd get in real trouble. Setting the student down, she grasped the rod and turned away.

"Thanks." in a low tone, embarrassed at having lost control of herself and heading back to her seat.  Walter watched her go, shaking his head, this was getting completely out of control - women so nymphomaniacal that they took any man they could just to satiate themselves...and at that size?  That was completely insane, and he had to do something to stop the changes before they got any worse.

He blinked, maybe if he broke the pendant in his bag...but the bag was in the toilet.  He turned to Debbie, standing face to nipple with her. 

"Thanks..."  He said.  "...I didn't know what she'd have done if she'd taken me back there."

"Probably the same thing I'm going to do...though a lot less gently."  The massive girl leaned towards him, her shoulders a good half foot wider than his own on either side. 

Walter's eyes widened.  "What? But..." and that was all he managed to say before Debbie's arms encircled him, lifting him up and bringing him closer to her face so that she could kiss him.  He felt a strong tongue enter his mouth, it was the deepest kiss he'd ever had.   After a few breathless moments, she pulled away again, smiling broadly at him.

"Sorry, I can't help it.  You're really cute you know...but you shouldn't go wandering off by yourself, especially at our next stop.  It's rush hour now, so all sorts of women will be coming on the train...and any one of them could snatch you up."  The girl turned around, holding him to her chest with one arm and opening the door to the relief room with her free hand.  "...but don't worry, I'll take care of you."

Walter found it difficult to resist, something about her strength and power aroused him more than anything else ever had.  Her scent smothering his resolve, though he did manage to muster the words "But...my bag..."

"It'll still be there when we're done, silly.  Don't worry about it."  Debbie grinned.

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The relief room was dark, lit only by the dull glow of a red light and the covered windows.  The floor was carpeted in dark felt, and large pillows were strew about the room, giving people a place to lie down.  The repetitive chug of the train's movement could still be heard alongside a chorus of moans and grunts from within.

Debbie sat Walter down on the floor, her mountainous muscles flexing and bulging larger with each passing moment.   He watched her rise further and further above him as she peeled away her few remaining articles of clothing, exposing her bountiful breasts.

Walter looked around - the man and wife were here, both completely naked now and with her now significantly larger and more youthful since he'd last seen her.  Her form entirely eclipsed her husband's, and her mighty thighs straddled him as she leaned over, smothering his face with her breasts while riding his mammoth cock.   Her girlish moans were a contradiction to her massive bulk, and Walter could only wonder at the amount of control she had to avoid crushing the man beneath her.

The three businesswomen and the black woman were there too, passing the two men who were with them back and forth like toys.  They too had shed their clothing, and one held a man's crotch up to her face, her hands on his butt.  She had his sizable member in her mouth, fellating him while the other two women sucked on her breasts and played with her pussy. 

The black women had the other man all to herself, and was presenting her huge ass to him.  He was having a little trouble reaching it though, having to stand on tip-toe just to line it up with the opening.  With some effort he plunged his rod in, and the woman gasped with pleasure, bucking and lifting the man from his feet.

Debbie tapped Walter on the shoulder, and turned to look up at her.  She was like a goddess, so much bigger than he was.  Her lats spread out to either side of her like wings as she stood with her hands on her hips, vascular bowling ball sized biceps resting on arms thicker than his thighs.  The girl's immense torso tapered into a tiny waist that was still as wide as he was, with abs like small cinder blocks, before flaring out to impossible hips and thighs as thick as a car tyer.

"You're paying so much attention to other people...why don't you pay a little to me?"  She said softly, leaning forward and pushing her breasts together with her biceps.  They were like beach balls themselves, perched on thick pectoral muscles that only accentuated their size.  Walter felt his mind grow hazy with lust just from looking at her.

"But...I...I have a girlfriend."  The young man stuttered, and the massive blonde responded with a giggling laugh.

"If she let you ride the long haul train on your own then she probably doesn't mind sharing you...and I'm pretty grateful for that, you know?"  Debbie leaned closer, her face only a few inches from his.

Walter felt his cock growing larger.  Perhaps it was just semi-erect, but it felt even larger now than it had in the bathroom - it would not be ignored.  He sighed and touched his belt, running his finger along the buckle.  "Ah, fuck it." He murmured.

"My thoughts exactly."  Debbie replied with a smile.  She wrapped her arms around the young man, now no more than a boy in terms of scale compared to her, and brought his face to hers.  Walter wrapped his arms around her bull neck and kissed her on the lips, their tongues intertwining in the girl's mouth.

Releasing him for a moment, Debbie sat down and spread her legs, rubbing her pussy through her khaki shorts while Walter unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down.  His cock sprang forth, practically tearing through his boxers.  It wasn't even fully erect, but it was over a foot long.

"Ooh...seems someone has it where it counts." The girl said with a smile, bringing her thighs together as much as she could with all that muscle and Walter gave her room to stretch out.  She arched her back and took hold of the overstretched khaki shorts with her thumbs, pulling them down slowly and dragging them past her thighs, revealing a wet snatch with neatly trimmed hair.  Completely naked now, Debbie spread her legs.

"Lick it."  She teased her clit with her fingers, the small nub of flesh swelling until it was the size of Walter's thumb.  Walter could see small veins pulsing on it, and his mouth felt dry.  He stumbled over to the spot between her legs, painfully aware that those thighs could easily crush him.

He teased the clit with his tongue before taking it fully into his mouth, teasing her pussy with his fingers and finding the opening wide enough that he could easily push his whole hand in.  The girl leaned back into the floor, her hands clutching at her breasts while moaning loudly, her moans joining those of the other women in the room.

As the wet folds tightened around his hand, Walter winced as it started to feel painful - even there she had impressive strength, and he quickly pulled his hand free before she inadvertently crushed it. 

"Put it in...please."  The girl murmured, holding her pussy open for him.  Bracing himself on her thighs with one hand and lining his rod up with the other, Walter slowly pushed forward.  Given how long it was, he had to push with his legs to drive it deeper inside.  Debbie groaned loudly as he did so, her eyes closed against the rush of pleasure.

For Walter, it was an unbelievable feeling.  She seemed impossibly deep, and he gripped the thick cords of muscle on her legs with his small hands as he felt himself bottom out. 

"So big...uuugh...good..."  Debbie mumbled incoherently, all her control going into keeping as still as possible, given she might hurt her partner if she moved in the wrong way. 

With a gasp, Walter pulled out half way, using the girl's legs as leverage, and then thrust back in as hard as he could.  She cried out when he did, reaching down and grasping his hands, pulling them up to her breasts.  He hung onto her nipples for dear life, pumping his cock in and out of her pussy with as hard as he could.  He felt her breasts slowly rise like bread dough, growing larger with each thrust, her swelling thigh muscles putting a little pressure on his hips.

Picking up the pace, Walter tried to move his hips harder and faster, his breathing heavy.  Lost in a haze of emotion, the feeling from his cock dictated his every action as he felt Debbie's pussy tighten around it.  His cock was growing thicker as well, he thought with a hint of pride. 

The pulsing in Walter's member increased to such a degree that it might have been painful if it didn't feel so good.  He couldn't tell how much time passed, only knowing that it had because the girl's face seemed to have gotten farther and farther away, obscured by the twin peaks of her breasts.  Closing his eyes, he felt his balls swell as the cum built up within them.

All other thoughts evaporated from his mind as he came, it had never been like this.  Usually it was over in an instant, but this just kept going and going, thick white semen rushing from the tip of his cock and into Debbie's waiting pussy.  The stuff inflated her womb, his arms and legs going weak as if all his energy was rushing to his rod.  Debbie placed a large hand on his back, holding him in until she could take no more and the white fluid began to seep out, only then did she let him fall backwards.

"Ahh...so good."  She said with a relaxed sigh.

"But...I...inside..."  Walter whispered before passing out.

Debbie wondered why that would be a problem.  Sure, women had massive libidos and in the old days that caused a lot of problems with overpopulation and unwanted children, but these days most sensible women took birth control pills on a daily basis.  They had a prevention rate of nearly one hundred percent, so there really wasn't any cause for concern.  She cradled the little man in her arms, smiling.  He looked so tiny compared to her...but that was half his charm. 

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Walter stirred, his eyes coming into focus slowly.  Had it all been some kind of crazy dream?  It couldn't have been real, could it?  His muscles felt stiff and sore, his groin especially.  Gasping, he sat bolt upright, staring down at himself. 

His cock, despite being completely flaccid, was the length of his thigh.  Large shapes moved around the cabin, and peering through the darkness he saw...the women.  They had been big before, goddesses of muscle and sex appeal, but now they were titanesque.  Debbie lay beside him, her body taking up a large portion of the now cramped relief room.  Her breasts were larger than they had ever been, and he would have needed both arms just to lift one of them.

Walter panicked - was it over?  Were the women still growing?  Fetish or not, this was getting ridiculous, how could they live like this?  He got to his feet slowly. 

Debbie yawned and sat up, her bulky muscles undulating with the effort of moving her weight.  She stared at him and whispered  "What's wrong, hun?"

How could he explain what was going on to her?  Despite what they'd done he still barely knew her, she'd never believe him. 

"Well...what time is it? Where are we?"  The blonde haired student asked quickly, pulling on his pants and stuffing his cock into them.  He tried not to look at the other occupants of the cabin, though in his peripheral vision he could see that they were similar in size to Debbie.

The girl placed a finger on her delicate chin.  "I don't know what time it is...we stopped at Dyer a little while back, so we're almost at Chicago." 

"I need to get my bag from the toilet..."  Walter said quietly as he pulled on his shirt.

"Oh, yeah.  Well, give me a sec, a lot of people got on at Dyer, so we're going to have to push our way through the crowd...unless you like getting crushed."  She smiled at him, and his face lost all color at the remark.

With a body so large, Debbie moved ponderously.  Walter had no doubt that she could move fast if she built up momentum, but it probably took a lot of energy to move all that muscle.  She pulled on the stretchy scraps that she called clothing, and then they made their way back into the main car.

When the door opened, Walter was met with a vision of meat and sinew.  It was like a forest of muscular legs with a canopy of breast flesh and powerful arms.  Women of all races stood there, pressed together, their shape unanimously inhuman.  More beef and power than any male body builder could hope to attain, standing taller than any man he had ever seen, their clothes tight and extremely revealing.  The few men on the train sat on the shoulders of the women, with none of them even attempting to stand on the floor.

With a girlish grunt, Debbie leaned over and scooped Walter up into the crook of her arm, pushing her way through the crowd.  When she'd said that he would have been crushed on his own, she wasn't kidding.  These women had more power in one arm than he had in his entire body.  Eventually, after moving through the sea of flesh the two ended up at the toilets.  The male and female bathrooms had been merged into one large one, and it was occupied.  Thankfully, Walter's bag had been placed outside it.

"Thank god..."  Walter breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it, and pointed to it so Debbie could grab it.

"This it?"  She asked, and the small student nodded emphatically.

He took it in his arms, retrieving the crystal from within.  The small pendant now pulsed so fast that it glowed with a continuous white iridescent light.  Honestly, Walter had no idea what to do, or how to stop it, and it wasn't as if he could ask anyone.  All he could think to do was destroy it, before it changed things any further.

"What's that?  Some kind of light?"  Debbie peered at it, and felt a shiver run through her body.

Walter saw her inflate further, her monstrous proportions growing impossibly larger.  He took a deep breath.  "Could I ask a favor, Debbie?"

"Sure!  You helped me out earlier so..."  Her smile looked even more radiant in the light of the crystal.

"Could you crush this for me?"  The student held it up.

Debbie blinked.  "Crush it...but why?  It's kind of pretty."

"It's tough to explain,"  Walter began, "but I really need to get rid of this thing..."

"Well...sure, I guess, but I mean, I could take it if you don't want it."  She reached for it and he pulled it away.

"No! No...I just want to see how strong you are, Debbie, and this is pretty hard to crush, y'know, being crystal and all..."

"Oh, is that all?" Debbie said with a smirk.  "Fine, but you'll have to tell me where you got it later."

Walter sighed with relief and handed it to her.  The girl cupped it in her hands, and pressed down, hard.  In the crook of her arm the boy could feel her bicep swell with the effort of crushing the gem into powder, peaking at around 36 inches.  He heard a crunching sound as it began to crack under the pressure, followed by an explosion of light from Debbie's hands.  It was so bright that Walter had to shield his eyes...and when his vision returned he found himself still on the girl's arm.

"There..."  Debbie gathered the fragments of crystal into one hand. "It's done...see, a little thing like that can't stand up to these babies."  Debbie flexed her free arm for effect.

Looking around, Walter saw that the other occupants of the train were staring at them, wondering what the flash was.  He twitched, nothing had changed, the women were all just as big as before...but they didn't look like they were getting any bigger.  His expression turned to one of horror as he realized what he had done to the world by taking that pendant.

"Speechless, huh?"  The enormous girl holding him grinned.  "Yeah...I can understand that."

Then, a female voice on the tannoy announced "This train will soon be arriving in Chicago Grand Central, this is the last stop.  Please prepare to disembark."


Walter stepped off the train.  The whole vehicle had gotten larger since he'd been traveling, and the step from the train to the platform was a big one, but he hopped down.  Most of the women had already disembarked, but the thunderous steps of the others shook the ground he walked on.  He slouched, staring up at them, and at Debbie behind him. 

The student felt more than a little embarrassed, not just by being surrounded by huge women in skimpy clothes but also because he was having a hard time controlling himself.  Standing there, his erection grew in his pants, and he fought to keep it down.  Was sex such a natural part of society now?  How did people function?

"Wally!" The voice snapped him out of his musings, and Debbie walked around to stand beside him, her 8ft body dwarfing his own.  The voice belonged to the largest person he'd ever seen.  Gigantic, massive...these words didn't do her justice - she must have been 4ft wide.  As she moved closer, Walter stared up, barely able to see her face past the medicine ball sized breasts.  She leaned forward to get a better look at him.

"Sylvia?"  He gasped, staring at her cute face, surrounded as it was by mammoth traps and bulging neck muscles.

"Hey there, cutie.  I told you I'd meet you here, right?  Did you have fun on the train."  His girlfriend said as if talking to a child.

Walter just stared at her.  How could he tell her that he'd cheated on her?  It wasn't his fault, he told himself, he wasn't in control of his actions.

"I'll say he did."  Debbie cut in, moving next to Sylvia.

"Debbie!  Was everything alright?  Walter didn't send me a text to let me know."

The sight of the two women talking was unreal, as if they were on an entirely different plane from Walter himself.  Still he tried to interject, craning his next and stepping back to see their faces.

"Wait..." he said, "...you two know each other?"

"Of course!"  Debbie confirmed.  "You were supposed to meet me on the train, remember?  I mean, you couldn't just go traveling on your own...so Sylvia asked me to go with you since I was starting college here anyway."

Walter looked back and forth between the two women, then Sylvia reached down and picked him up with one hand, placing him on her shoulder like a rag doll.  "We confirmed it with your mother on Skype.  It's the only reason she let you go by yourself...remember?"  She put her hand on her hip.  "So how were the fringe benefits, Debbie?"

The muscular blonde grinned.  "Oh, he was great.  He really knows how to please a girl."

"Same old Walter.  I can't wait to get you back to the dorms."  Sylvia smiled at him and turned away, walking with Debbie at her side and her boyfriend on her shoulder.

Walter's brow creased with worry.  Was this his life now, to be some kind of sex toy for these women?  He looked around for some means of escape, but there was none. Everywhere he looked, towering women filled his vision.  He sighed...he'd have to make do somehow.

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*snap* "Tsk."

Moira glared at the metal dragon in her hands - why were these things so tiny?  They were frail too, she practically couldn't hold one without crushing it or snapping off a piece.  Sighing, she placed both parts on the counter.

It had been a slow day, only that one customer, leaving her phenomenally bored.  A lot of things had felt weird since then - despite having worked in the same shop since inheriting it from her mother when she was sixteen, the place had taken on a claustrophobic feel.  She couldn't go five feet without knocking something over and had to slouch to avoid banging her head on the ceiling.

Not only that, the place didn't have any facilities to relieve herself, she'd had to masturbate behind the counter while she worked.  It was torture, and if any male customers had come in she'd have probably taken them on the spot.

The sole purpose of the special crystal in the cabinet was to attract customers.  It radiated power and drew people in.  Passersby would feel inexplicably drawn to the shop, and once they were in she could usually talk them into buying something.  It had kept the shop in business for years, and that was the only reason it was on display instead of in a vault where no one could get to it.

So what was wrong?  Was it weakening somehow?  Stepping around the wooden counter and squeezing her bulk past the other display items, she took a look at the thing and raised an eyebrow.  She hadn't touched it, no one had, and she wondered what kind of man would want women to be more powerful than they were now.

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Hovering her hand over the gem for a moment, she gasped.  The gem in the case was the same make and type...but much, much weaker in power.  This gem was to the other one what a candle was to a raging inferno.  She gasped.  That boy couldn't have taken it could he?  The wards on the case were perfect, he shouldn't even have been able to touch it.  Unless...

She checked the case and found that the wards were indeed broken, eroded by years and years of being subjected to the crystal's power.  It all made sense now, the shop itself was protected by her grandmother's magic, and so it hadn't changed, but she had no such protection.

She raised an arm and flexed her 34" bicep, realizing how huge it was, and why it had seemed so unreal to her.  It was alright, she told herself, as long as the boy brought it back she could reverse the changes with some ritual magic.  Until then, might as well enjoy herself.  She stepped over to the door and turned the open sign around, closing the shop.  Pleasuring herself would take a while, and if she ended up wrecking the place, so what?  It needed renovating anyway.


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Man, that really deserves some 'karma'...but how do I do that?

I think you just click the applaud button under my name...I think that's how it works, I'm not sure though.

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[NinjaStar]

Well done. I certainly enjoyed it. I like the big, gentle protective types.

[Apollo]

This is an all-time favorite of mine!  I go back to it all the time for entertainment!

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Since the website which recently hosted some of my stories is now down and has been down for quite some time.  I've decided to repost them here!

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The Haunting of Fullton Place
by Arcomniflash

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Day One - Monday

The rain poured down in a torrent, pattering off the windshield and obscuring the vision of the car's sole occupant.  She drove slowly, defensively, watching for the headlights of other cars in the gloom and steering with one hand while holding her cell phone to her ear.

"That's right..."  The woman murmured into the phone.  "...I know, I know, but it's just for a couple of days, and it could be good publicity if it works."

The person on the other end of the line sighed.  "She's crazy, you know that, right?"  He said.  "Is there any real need for you to do this personally, Mel?"

"Sure there is, Pete."  Mel responded.  "Most people call on a priest or a rabbi or something, but this woman called *me*.  I can't just brush her off, people would start calling me a fraud.  Besides, Fred and Julia are on board too."

"Your assistants?  Well, god damn, clearly I'm mistaken if they're okay with this."

"C'mon, Pete.  They're good kids.  All I want to do is help out one of my viewers...think of it as counseling. "

"Tch, fine...but as your agent I must remind you that we have a very busy schedule coming up.  I'll call some people, let them know what you're doing.  Get Fred to record it, maybe we can make it a TV-special."  The woman could practically hear Pete stroking his brow with irritation, she smiled at that.

Mel slowed the car, trying to read the numbers on the houses.  Though it was the middle of the day, the unseasonable weather created a hazy fog that she had to squint to see through.

"Ah, there it is...49 Fullton Place.  Can I call you back?  I'm going to meet the owner."

"Okay, just...I hope you know what you're doing."  Pete replied, wearily.

Melissa Garland, acclaimed television medium, wrapped her coat around her and reached back to grab her rain hat, reapplying her lipstick and makeup.  Her clothes were rather plain, a dark blue blouse and black skirt, nowhere near as flashy as she wore on her show.  She could understand Pete's worry, normally her show ran twice a week, with people calling in to have their fortunes read or to contact dead relatives.  In truth, however, Melissa was a fake, no more an actual medium than anyone else.

In the beginning, she had been uncomfortable with her role, pretending to be a loved one or to summon spirits with her mental prowess, but the money she received for doing so had, in time, erased all traces of regret.  Besides, she had been chosen for the part because she was both relatively pretty and a talented actor, so the fact that some people believed in her could even be taken as a compliment.

Switching her cell phone off to conserve power and tucking her long, black hair into her coat, Mel gingerly stepped out of the car and walked over to the front door.  In the poor light, it was hard to tell how affluent the owners were by the architecture and presentation alone, but having a two story house in the suburbs spoke well of them.  Mel shuddered in the rain, beginning to lament the fact that she'd come alone.  How bad could it be though?  Her agent was just a phone call away and she'd made sure everyone knew where she was.

She wrapped her knuckles on the door three times, and heard some movement within.  The porch light flickered on, and slowly, the door opened just a crack. 

"Yes?"  A soft voice asked from behind the door.

Melissa put on her best smile.  "It's Melissa Garland...I received your phone call..."

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The door opened further, revealing a lit, well furnished hallway.  "Oh, you came!...You really came! Please, come in out of the rain!"  The voice continued. 

Mel cocked her head to one side to try and get a better look at the person she was talking to, but the woman seemed to be hiding behind the door.  "O...kay."  She murmured, stepping inside and removing her coat as the door closed behind her.  Turning around, the medium found herself face to face with a startlingly beautiful, blonde haired woman.  Mel could hardly believe this was the same one she talked with over the phone, since this woman looked so different from what she had been expecting. 

"Heather...Knox?"  The raven haired medium asked in confusion.

"Yes, that's right.  I'm so glad you're here..."  Heather Knox was statuesque, though despite being around six inches taller than Mel herself, the woman's figure was still dominated by her massive bust.  Straining against the fabric of her sleeveless top and creating a deep crevice of cleavage between the two women, it could have been no less than an F-Cup, and a large one at that. Her legs were similarly thick and powerful, leading to a shelf-like ass that was barely contained within a pair of washed out blue jeans.  Her simple clothes seemed a size too small but had the most slack around her waist, so she wasn't fat despite her assets.

Mel tried not to stare.  "I've got a couple of assistants who'll be coming tomorrow with the equipment we'll be using.  Until then, maybe we could discuss what actually happened."

"Yes, of course...come with me, we can talk over coffee."  The two walked into the living room, with Mel following behind the curvy woman and taking a seat on the sofa.  Though the medium hadn't been attracted to women she'd met before, her eyes couldn't help but follow Heather's well sculpted ass as it pulsed with the woman's movements.
"I'd like to record this, if you don't mind."  The medium produced a small digital recorder from her pocket and sat it on the coffee table in the center of the room.  "Just in case there's anything I need to refer back to later."

"That's fine...."  Heather said, raising her voice a little to be heard from the kitchen.

Once the coffee was served, the woman sat across from Mel, rubbing her hands together anxiously.  "I didn't know who to call...the police wouldn't take me seriously."  She began.  "When I lost my husband six years ago Sasha, my daughter, got into the..uh..the Goth scene - you know, black clothes, New Age magic, that kind of thing." 

Mel raised an eyebrow - was this woman even old enough to have a daughter of age to be into that kind of stuff?

"...It happened last week...I came home to find my daughter..um..pleasuring herself...on the floor of her room in front of the mirror.  Then there was a flash of light and she disappeared!  When I called the police, they waited a few days then put out a search warrant for her...but I don't think they believe my story at all."   

"What time did she disappear, if you can remember?"  Mel took some notes.

"It was late afternoon - I got back from work around 5 or 6pm...around that time."

The medium considered it - no need to work overnight if it happened during the day.  It'd be easier to spot any clues then anyway.

"I..I haven't seen her since, and a week or two later, strange things started happening around the house."  The woman put her head in her hands, her eyes tearing up.

Placing a knuckle on her lips, Mel murmured thoughtfully.  "What kind of things?"

"Well, at first it was just like I'd seen in the movies - the noise of people moving around at night when it was only me here, the house shaking...that kind of thing...but then my body started...changing."  The woman sniffed, her eyes becoming wet.

"Your body?"  The medium paused looking over the woman again.

"Yes, look..."  Heather leaned over the side of her chair and picked up the bag that was lying there, taking out her purse and opening it to show Mel.  "This is me a few days ago..."

The photo in the purse showed a rather average looking woman with dull blonde hair.  Not ugly by any means, but a far cry from the bombshell that was currently sitting in front of her. 

"...and look at me now."  She indicated her prodigious figure.  "...I just keep getting bigger and bigger...I feel stronger, and my boobs...my butt...look at them."  It was difficult not to.

"T..that's quite a story."  Mel tried to remain calm, despite how ridiculous the woman's story was.  People didn't just change like that overnight!  "Maybe you should see a doctor..."

"I thought about going...but I don't feel sick, and I can't leave this house while my daughter is missing, she's still here somewhere, I can feel it!"  Heather clasped her hands in front of her chest.

"I...I see, well, why don't you show me your daughter's room?  Maybe there are some clues, o..or a spiritual presence."  Mel picked up the recorder and held it up so the two could walk and talk at the same time.

"Of course...this way." The blonde haired woman led Mel upstairs to the bedrooms, one of which belonged to her daughter.  Walking in, Mel felt a tingle go down her spine - something in this room gave her the shivers but she couldn't be sure what. 

"I feel...an odd prickling sensation."  The raven haired woman said into the recorder.  "...seems like it was temporary."

The room itself was dark, with painted black walls decorated with posters of Heavy Metal bands.  A small cabinet and nightstand were decorated with small ornaments, and some music magazines were stacked off to one side somewhat messily.  An ornate, full length mirror sat against one wall, and, most alarming, a pentagram was painted onto the hardwood floor.  There were a pair of light free weights on the floor in a box that looked out of place.

"I haven't touched anything in the room, and I don't know when she painted that."  Heather indicated the intricate star on the ground.   She walked over to the cabinet, and took out a picture frame containing a photograph of her old self and a younger, similar looking woman with dyed black hair, and brushed her fingers over it.  "It's all just like it was since she...vanished."

Catching the woman looking at her, Mel murmured.  "Yes, there's a definite presence of some kind here, but I'll need a little more time to get the specifics."

"I understand...take your time.  If you find anything, please let me know.  I've got a guest room you can sleep in, but there's only one...so if you're here tomorrow night too your assistants will have to use the living room."  As Mel murmured her assent the woman moved forward and grasped her shoulder.  "Ms. Garland...please...please bring back my little girl."

"I'll do my best...I think we can conclude our interview there for now, but I may have some more questions later." 

"Of course...you do whatever you have to."  Heather nodded and retreated out of the room.

Left to her own devices, Mel spent the rest of the evening looking over the room for any indication of where the girl had gone.  Not very spiritual, but if she could help the woman find her daughter in other ways...it would help her conscience a little.  Aside from the obvious, there wasn't much to find in the way of occult items.  She did discover a stack of unmarked books on the nightstand though, and took a quick look at them, but there was too much information there to digest in one evening alone.  As she checked the place out, she left the recorder running and noted each of her findings aloud.

The medium also checked the bathroom for any evidence of drugs - steroids or anything psychotropic.  A cursory search didn't reveal anything more than a bottle of aspirin pills and some moisturizing ointments.  It wasn't as though Heather looked like a user, but given her story, that side of things was worth checking out anyway.  Satisfied that there wasn't much else she could do that night, she got herself settled into the guest room.  The real investigation would start tomorrow.