Vanessa’s Vengeance (Complete!)

Vanessa's Vengeance – Part 2

Vanessa Keates was excited. Her jumper was tented away from her body by a newly-developed and perfect pair of EE cup breasts, which made it difficult for her to drive properly. A thought struck her as she turned the car left out of the apartment car park. "Ring?" she asked timidly. "If I get my gym body back, will you be able to make my boobs bigger again?" There was a pause. "Not safely, no," The Ring responded. "In that case," said Vanessa decisively, "could you make me a double G cup, please?" The physical ring glowed orange briefly and Vanessa felt her bust swell again. Her black jumper stretched out – the V-neck tore a little, exposing the first couple of inches of Vanessa's generous cleavage. It rode up as well, revealing more stomach. This morning Vanessa would have been embarassed to wear anything that showed just how large her waist was; now, though, she had a respectable abdomen. There was still fat there but much less now, as The Ring had plundered those stores to make her breasts grow.

She leaned and kissed the ring. "Thanks," she whispered. At the next set of lights that were red, Vanessa slid her car seat back.

Ten minutes later Vanessa was pulling into the gym's car park. She got out of the car, stuffed her gym kit into a plastic bag and walked up to the reception desk. "Hi," she opened breathlessly to the tanned and toned receptionist. "Do you have any classes in the next thirty minutes?" The woman looked down at a printed list on her desk. "Yes," she replied, looking up and fixing Vanessa with a bright smile. "We have a Boxercise workout and a spinning class, both at 7:30. Those classes both last half an hour each." Vanessa smiled to herself and thought bitterly about how she had let her passion go. "I'll take the spinning class, please." "Sure," the receptionist said, and tapped a few keys on the keyboard in front of her. "That'll be four pounds, please." Vanessa handed over the money and went through to the changing rooms.

Finally given some privacy, Vanessa investigated her newly enlarged breasts. They were simply outrageous on her diminutive physique. Nipples hard as rock, sticking out about an inch. Her new areolae made a nice pair of handfuls on their own. They jiggled and bounced around as Vanessa took her clothes off. "Thank God it's Saturday tomorrow," thought Vanessa with relief, "and I can get new clothes to fit these babies." Then she paused. "Ring," she whispered. "I don't suppose you can do anything about the clothing situation?" The Ring's strange monotone came back after a slight pause. "No," it returned. "I can only affect your physical form."

Shrugging, Vanessa pulled her gym kit out of the bag. She held her top in front of her, looked at it and then draped it over her enlarged chest. "That might be a problem," she thought, biting her lower lip. Slowly, so as not to tear anything too soon, she pulled the top over her head. As expected, she had trouble pulling it down. After a couple of minutes' struggling, Vanessa had the top covering all of her breasts but no more: it exposed her putchy stomach. "I can't do any better," she thought. She slipped on her shorts, which mercifully fit her much better, though they now hugged a fat butt instead of a tight one. Emerging from the cubicle, Vanessa walked quickly to the spinning room she used to love so much.

There was a bike free right at the back – Vanessa hopped on after checking the machine over. She fastened her feet to the clips on the pedals and began slowly turning them to warm up. Initially it was hard going but the longer she pedalled, the easier it seemed. By the time the instructor started the session, Vanessa felt back in her element. There were still some regulars in from her spinning days so many years ago but none of them had noticed her. "They wouldn't recognise me," Vanessa realised with a sad frown.

The instructor pushed them harder than Vanessa remembered but, just as with her warm-up, the session got easier the longer it continued. She soon got drawn into the euphoria of the exercise and, as a result, didn't notice her body changing quite drastically. As The Ring promised, her dramatic bust did not change one atom. However, as the session went on, Vanessa's lower body underwent an incredible transformation. Her legs, butt and stomach began to shed fat; slowly at first but, as Vanessa got into the exercise, melting away faster and faster. Halfway through the session, her stomach was almost fat-free, her butt was non-existant and her legs were mere shadows of their former selves. Then her legs and butt stopped shrinking and started growing.

Muscle formed and began to fill out her stick-thin legs and shapeless butt. Each pump of the pedals brought more power into her quads and calves. Vanessa's legs began to take on the smooth shape they had had at her peak fitness: silky smooth but not large, which belied the strength they held. Her butt was filling out to be the fine jeans-hugging peach it had once been. Still nobody noticed, least of all Vanessa.

The transformation was complete when the instructor called the class to a halt. Vanessa still did not notice anything unusual as she undid the clasps of her pedals and began to dismount for the warm-down stretches. Sadly, she then did – she fell off the bike in surprise and landed awkwardly on her side. Most of the class turned in the klutz's direction and, as she picked herself up off the floor, muttering that she was OK to the people who approached to help her up, she touched her legs. A wicked smile curved her lips as she felt her now smooth, strong thighs and perfectly toned butt. Both hands patted her flattened stomach, noticing with a trace of dismay that it was soft. Vanessa noted also that her arms were still flabby.

"Hey, Ring," she thought, looking down at the physical ring, which was glowing a fierce crimson. "How are you doing this?" "I have made your muscles extremely efficient at burning localised fat," it replied. "Then I programmed your muscles to reach their old peaks with extreme speed." "But you said I'd get all my gym body back if I went to the gym!" "Yes," it returned. "However, you have not worked the muscles in your abdomen, back or arms, so I have left them untouched." The smile still painted on Vanessa's lips curved deeper as she began the stretching routine. "Well, I'll just have to fix that, won't I?"

Once the stretching was completed, Vanessa rushed from the room and snuck into the weights room. "OK," she said to herself, "let's make it happen." Picking a pair of light dumbells from the nearest rack, Vanessa began some bicep curls. As with her legs, the fat began to drain away slowly. Vanessa switched dumbells for something heavier and the process accelerated. When her upper arms had lost all their weight – though her forearms remained chubby, which was a bizarre sight – she switched for something heavier still and kept curling. She felt no burn but was rewarded quickly as her biceps inflated. The muscles grew and pumped until Vanessa re-racked the weights. She flexed both arms eagerly and, right enough, there was a small bump on each, just as she'd once had.

Vanessa began snickering to herself when her impromptu weights session was interrupted by the door opening. The hated Francine Delaney walked in with three or four of her friends. Immediately she fixed on Vanessa and started to taunt her. "Well, well, well, I never expected to see you here again, Transit," she crowed, walking around the now slumped blonde. "Looks like you've had some airbags fitted." Vanessa's eyes narrowed as she looked her foe in the eye. "No, sweetie, these are all natural," she retorted, cupping the massive mounds and letting them jiggle for emphasis. Francine laughed mockingly. Half a second later her troop laughed along with their leader. "I doubt that very much," she said, stopping behind Vanessa.

Just then an idea struck Vanessa, an idea that produced a devilish smile on her thin lips. "Ring," she thought. "You've made my muscles grow back to their best size, right?" "Indeed," it responded. "Well, now, I want you to keep the same quick strength-gaining power but I want the biggest muscles I could ever possibly have had, whenever I exercise a body part." Vanessa hid the ring from view as it glowed white briefly. "It is done," The Ring intoned. For a split second Vanessa thought she caught a trace of worry in The Ring's perfectly level voice but dismissed it in the excitement of her idea.

"Hey, Francine," she grinned. "How about you put your money where your mouth is and we hit the weights?" Francine looked down into Vanessa's confident eyes. "You have yourself a deal, Transit." She smiled indulgently at the shorter woman. "I promise you," said Vanessa, "you won't know what's hit you."

— To Be Continued —

Sorry, guys, but you might be waiting a little while for the next part. I've just started a full-time job and time is precious now! 🙁