[Fonk]

Hi there, this is a new story in the Sam Waters line (the other three are http://www.brawna.org/node/164, http://www.brawna.org/node/257 and http://www.brawna.org/node/269). After this one I'm going to be resting the character for a little while.

I may have gone overboard with the breasts here… see what you think!

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A Truly Super Model

Lucy Pinder stared glumly out of the taxi window, on the way home after her latest shoot. The glamour model business was getting tougher and tougher now, what with the so-called "supersexuals", Claudia Chatwin and Laura Steinberg, on the scene. They had both changed from ordinary women into bulgingly muscular and abundantly sexy goddesses and, teasingly, refused to reveal how it had happened. People flocked to their latest interviews and spreads, wondering what their secrets were, instead of sticking with normal-sized women. There were even rumours of a third supersexual secretly working as a scientist, or something crazy like that. Lucy prayed she would never go public.

The pay kept going down, despite the fact that the shoots were getting raunchier and more revealing. Lucy bit her lip. Now that she had played her ace – aces, a rude part of her brain corrected her – there seemed no way for her to better those lucky women. When asked about them, the brunette played down their impact, saying most men she knew were still after a normal woman, didn’t want to live with the pressure of having a girlfriend many times stronger than them. Privately she cursed the day these hypnotic girls had burst – in Chatwin’s case, literally – onto the scene.

The taxi drew to a halt outside Lucy’s flat. She leaned forward to pay the taxi driver and caught sight of him leering at the two prominent bulges in her top. "Dirty old man," she thought disgustedly. Sweeping her black longcoat around her, the five foot five beauty left the car and walked haughtily to her building. Other than her coat, she was dressed in a black cardigan over a plain white T-shirt, dark blue jeans and a simple pair of white trainers. Her underwear was cream-coloured and not half as sexy as the stuff she’d worn for the shoot. As she approached her apartment complex, Lucy saw a man standing outside the tower block wearing a black trench coat and large Dr. Marten shoes.

He was around five foot nine with black spiky hair. He had a thin face with a slightly protruding jaw. There was a wisp of a beard perched on his chin, cowering as if in fear it would slide from his face. There was kohl under his eyes, which were a soft brown colour. He was pale and wore a few facial piercings. She put his age in the mid-twenties. Lucy had never seen him before, but he moved to talk to her.

"Miss Pinder?" he asked. Lucy brushed right past the man. "Lucy, I can help you." That got her attention. The model warily turned to face him. He took a step towards her and extended his hand. "My name is Sam Waters. I can help you," he repeated. Lucy raised an eyebrow and felt in her pocket for the pepper spray she always carried. Guardedly she shook the young man’s hand.

"You know me already," she said. Sam let go of her hand and nodded respectfully.

"I’m a great admirer of your work," he said.

"You mean my chest," she shot back drily. Sam laughed politely.

"I think it was a brave decision not to show off your nipples," he replied. Lucy nodded, irritated. "Until you did, that is…" She just wanted to go home, and if this was another weirdo fan…

"You said you could help me," she said, cutting to the chase. "How?" Sam lowered his head a little and smiled at her.

"You have heard, no doubt, of the supersexuals," he began. Lucy nodded again. "I created them, every last one. Tonight I want to make you a supersexual." The glamour model’s jaw dropped. She began to laugh.

"You have got to be joking," she giggled. "What are you? Some kind of magician?" Sam smiled in the manner of someone who, despite appearances, was holding all the cards.

"In a manner of speaking, yes," he retorted. Lucy stopped laughing and looked hard at the man facing her. He sounded like he was telling the truth.

"If you’re a wizard -"

"Warlock," Sam corrected her. "I’m officially a warlock. A male witch."

"Alright, a warlock," she continued, "prove it." Sam shook his head sadly.

"They never believe me," he muttered. "OK, I want you to close your eyes for me and tell me when you feel some changes in your body." The warlock’s eyes unfocussed slightly and he began to whisper something. Obediently the model shut her eyes. She didn’t understand the words Sam was saying but pretty soon she felt what he was doing. Her breasts were getting bigger.

Lucy felt her prodigious bosom billow out further, getting heavier as it went. She felt her thick bra begin to dig into her skin as her coat and top were pushed gently away. She cupped her breasts and felt the flesh expand. When her hands started to be pushed apart, Lucy snapped out of her reverie.

"OK, stop!" she cried, eyes still closed. Sam stopped muttering and spoke to her.

"You can open your eyes now," he said gently. The brunette obeyed. Immediately she looked downwards and her jaw dropped: her boobs were now so big she couldn’t see her feet (not that she’d had a very clear view anyway). Despite herself, Lucy began to get turned on, causing her nipples to stiffen painfully against her overworked bra. Sam cleared his throat. "You woke up this morning as a 32G, right?"

Lucy was momentarily surprised. Somehow it always took her aback that her statistics were so widely known. She nodded.

"Well," Sam continued, "you now need a 32K brassiere." He waited a few seconds whilst the implications sunk in.

"You can do it!" she said delightedly. Then, without thinking: "Sign me up!"

"Of course," Sam said gently but firmly. "But we will need to go somewhere a little more private." Lucy nodded stupidly and took her mobile phone out of her bag.

"I’ll call a taxi," she said, holding her phone out and shaking it gently at him.

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Presently the pair arrived at the location Sam had chosen to work his magic. He paid the taxi driver – who mercifully did not recognise his busty passenger, despite her doing an emergency operation on her bra to stop the straps cutting into her shoulders – and they got out. Sam led Lucy to a large abandoned factory in the heart of the city’s industrial wasteland. Dark and dirty chimney stacks poked from litter-strewn streets at the sky, which was itself filling up with menacing grey clouds. Lucy looked around at the deserted rows of disused buildings. She had an uneasy feeling that, if something were to go wrong, there might not be anyone around to hear her cry for help.

Carefully Sam pushed the large wooden door back. He went in first and fumbled for the light switch. One by one rows of yellowing strip lights clunked into life. The building was almost empty. As she looked around, Lucy thought she saw a large grey rat foraging amongst the remnants of a few broken crates huddled together in the corners of the room in front of the pair. The glamour model grabbed Sam’s arm once he had closed the door.

"Was that a rat?" she whispered urgently. Sam turned and smiled at her.

"I hope so," he said brightly. He addressed the rodent, which had stopped to assess the threat. "Winston!" The rat sped across the floor toward him. Lucy stepped away from Sam as Winston approached. The rat ran up the warlock’s trousers, over his chest and took up position on his left shoulder, squeaking madly into his ear. It was all Lucy could to stop herself being sick.

"Look," she said, as Sam cooed at Winston, "can we get this started?" Sam turned to her, still stroking the rat’s chin.

"You don’t like rats, Miss Pinder?"

"Not really, no."

"Very misunderstood, rats," Sam replied. He saw the look of disgust mixed with impatience in her eyes. "OK, OK. Let’s go and stand in the middle of the room." The pair walked across the filthy floor. Lucy still wasn’t used to her new breasts jiggling and sloshing around; she stumbled occasionally. Sam tried to hide his smile.

He stopped first. "OK, here is good. Let me show you the other three supersexuals before we start. It’ll help you to get a good idea of what you want. This will be my first custom transformation and I want to make sure it goes perfectly." Lucy nodded. The rumours were true, then: there were three supersexuals.

The warlock fished around in the inside pocket of his coat. He brought out a vial of grass green liquid, the kind of which would look more in place in a Harry Potter film. The tiny label on its side read "Viquid". Sam uncorked it and immediately the room was filled with an almond-like smell. He poured the contents of the vial onto the floor and whispered some more words that Lucy couldn’t make out.

The liquid pooled onto the floor and settled into a perfect circle around the size of a manhole cover. Lucy peered into it. Disappointingly, it only dully reflected the strip lights. Until Sam raised his voice.

"Show Claudia Chatwin!" The liquid churned for a few seconds before resolving into a perfect picture of the world’s most famous anchorwoman. She was wearing skimpy gym clothes and was sitting on what looked like an ordinary chest press machine, only the weights attached to it were unusually large. They reflected the light strangely, glitteringly. It looked to Lucy as if they were solid cubes of metal.

"She trains with crushed cars as her weights," Sam explained proudly. "I gave her a simple growth potion in her coffee. Twice, actually." The pair watched her pump out twelve easy looking reps on the machine, and then wipe her brow delicately. The combination of her muscles and beauty took Lucy’s breath away.

When Sam decided she had seen enough, he waved his hand over the shimmering liquid as if he were dismissing the image. Which, of course, he was. "Show Sally Winford!"

Lucy’s brow crinkled as the image struggled to focus in on the woman. "Who?"

"Sally has chosen not to cash in on her supersexual status by making public appearances. She is the most intelligent and, currently, beautiful person who has ever lived. She works as a scientist." As they watched Sally was sitting at a computer typing faster than the eye could see. The blonde bombshell could surely only just see the monitor over her enormous breasts, clad in a comparatively tiny black bra. Seeing her outstanding good looks coupled with her gargantuan strength made Lucy moan. "Earlier this year she proved that there can be no Grand Unified Theory." Sam paused, smiling. "Stephen Hawking was so pissed."

"What?" Lucy said, breaking out of the trance for an instant. Sam grinned. He knew he had her hook, line and sinker.

"I changed Sally using wish magic," he said. "It was painful," he continued, drawing back his sleeves to show Lucy the scars he had gained in the process, "but worth it. A seer friend of mine says that she’s going to save the world one day." They stood in contemplative silence over the image for a few moments, watching the muscle beauty think. Then Sam waved his hand over the liquid again.

"Show Laura Steinberg!"

The picture of the statuesque blonde shimmered and changed to show a truly gigantic woman lying naked on a black and white tiled floor. Her massive, vein-covered breasts pushed out nearly three feet from her astounding body, which was covered in the largest muscles displayed so far. Seeing Laura Steinberg this close was a sight afforded to anyone who bought one of her films, but nonetheless, Lucy gaped. This woman might not have been as good-looking as the others, but she made up for that by being the strongest by far. Huge, exquisite muscles were crammed together on her fantastic form.

"Laura used to be a primary school teacher before I intervened," Sam announced. "Now look at her. I changed her using an enchantment in her food." Sam turned to the astounded glamour model. "I want to make you the strongest and sexiest woman the world has ever seen. You will have the biggest, sexiest breasts, curves and ass that I can give you. You will also be the world’s top-ranked beauty as well as the strongest and most muscular person alive. You’ve seen my handiwork – even had a first-hand taste. I can pull this off. What do you say?" Lucy could only nod.

Sam nodded his approval back to her. "Good," he said. Then he squatted onto his haunches, holding the empty vial upside-down over the liquid. He said what sounded to the brunette like one word, and the stuff shot back into its container. Sam looked up at her amazed expression when he had collected all the Viquid.

"This stuff is hard to make," he explained, straightening up and putting the cork back into the bottle. "Got to get as much use out of it as I can." Lucy nodded distractedly. "Well," Sam continued, "I can see that you are as eager as I am to get started. Just let me get ready."

Lucy nodded again. Sam chuckled. She was still visibly stunned at the three sexy muscle goddesses she had just witnessed. Sam gently put his hand on her arm. She shuddered out of whatever private place she had gone to and looked at him, blinking.

"Are you sure that this is what you want?" he asked. "It’s a one-way process: I can’t turn you back once it’s done." Lucy bit her lip and paused. It was a hell of a decision to make: life would never be the same again, in both good and bad ways. After a long moment, the model’s eyes began to sparkle.

"Yes, I want this," she said decisively. "I’d regret it for the rest of my life if I said ‘no’. Let’s do it." Sam smiled winningly.

"Just what I wanted to hear," he said. "I’m ready, Lucy. Just let me go and stand in a good position to wield the magic." The young woman nodded and readied herself. "One more question," Sam called over his shoulder as he paced a good distance away. "Do you want to be super-intelligent too?"

"No," Lucy answered immediately. "I’m smart enough to handle myself already, thanks." The eager model counted the seconds as Sam walked away from her to the position he had chosen. "The strongest and sexiest woman the world has ever seen," she breathed to herself, and gave the truest smile to grace her features all day.

Sam turned to face Lucy, Winston still chattering away in his ear.

"OK, I’m ready," he called. He had stopped around halfway between the door and the middle of the factory floor, where Lucy was still standing. "Are you?"

"Yes," Lucy cried back. She had taken off her coat and folded it neatly onto the floor. Sam moved his hands toward her, palms facing the model, as if he were a mime artist trying to push a car. Instantly Lucy felt her body changing. There was no crackle of thunder, which she had half been expecting; no light show; no sounds; nothing. In fact, the brunette felt slightly disappointed. She could feel something, though: it was as if a light breeze were pushing her body up from beneath.

Lucy closed her eyes. Sam hadn’t asked her to do so, but that was how his magic had worked before, so she thought it best. Soon it felt like every single cell of her body was on fire. Once more she got the curious sensation of her bust billowing outwards, though this time it was not so painful. She reasoned, correctly, that it was because her back and chest muscles were growing to take away the load.

The brunette was getting taller, wider and bigger with every passing second. Her well-toned body was blossoming into a strong, powerful one. Her flat stomach began to develop a rippling set of abs, swallowing up her tiny triangular navel. Her thighs thickened as her pecs powered forward, matched beat for beat by her bulging biceps, developing delts and growing glutes.

The seat of Lucy’s jeans was the first bit of clothing to feel the effects of her growth. As her slight ass rounded out, the material was taken to its limit and, with a sexy ripping noise, beyond. By this point her cardigan and T-shirt had ridden up her growing body, giving a peek at her strengthening abdomen. The wool of the garment looked as if it had been painted on to her enormous breasts, each the size of a large watermelon, as well as onto her sleeves, filled with masses of swelling strength.

Sam had to manipulate hundreds of tiny variables to achieve the astounding growth the model was undergoing. On top of the relatively simple task of adding pounds of muscle to her frame, he had to change the shape and strength of her bones and organs, as well as creating new skin to cover her. There was also the not entirely small matter of increasing the size of her breasts, combined with giving her the most beautiful face and complexion since he had changed Sally Winford not so long ago. It was a delicate balance but one he was controlling. The warlock smiled wryly at his overconfidence – there was a way to go yet.

Lucy was oblivious. She was lost in the rush that a bodybuilder feels from getting a good pump, only multiplied by a thousand. She felt more energetic, more powerful than ever before. As she passed a height of six foot six, Lucy smiled to herself. Tears started to appear in the sleeves of her cardigan as her shoulders and arms swept through the feeble fabric blockade, accompanied by a series of deeply sensual ripping sounds. Super-powered thighs burst through her jeans, tearing the material to shreds hanging limp from the stretched waistband.

The buttons of her cardigan began to pop and skitter off from the top down. As each one hit the floor, the sides of the garment began to peel away from Lucy’s burgeoning body like some sort of flower opening. More and more tanned and rawly muscular flesh burst gleaming into the light. When all six of the plastic buttons had hit the floor the cardigan splayed open and tucked itself behind the growing woman’s massive breasts, which were by now sweeping wider than her torso. Lucy’s terrific midsection was pressing against the fabric of her simple T-shirt, which had already torn open down to just underneath her bulging boobs. Each ridge and pulse of her swelling abs could be clearly seen through the material, just beneath the terrible battle being waged by cream-coloured bra and tanned, bloating bosom.

That fight was only going to go one way. The double assault of Lucy’s pulsating pecs and her ballooning breasts were forcing her bra way beyond its specification. In fact, over half of the model’s breastflesh was leering painfully over the top of the cups, causing the straps to cut harshly into her swelling shoulders. It was a testament to the manufacturers that it hadn’t given up before then. Just as this thought was crossing Lucy’s mind, the straps finally gave. She let out a sigh of relief as it fell away from her chest, releasing a pair of breasts over twice the size of the ones she had entered the factory with. The bra, though, didn’t fall to the floor: it was still tied up in the remains of Lucy’s cardigan.

By this stage Lucy was in heaven. She had competed with the supersexuals for so long with less and less success. Now here she was, right in the middle of becoming one. She felt a huge rush of pleasure, getting stronger and sexier as the seconds ticked by in slow motion. She clenched her fists, causing her biceps and forearms to mushroom into thick bulges of might, and roared loudly at the ceiling.

"MORE!"

Lucy began to pant deeply, all of her muscles swelling and growing as she did so. She was an odd sight: wearing what looked like a grass skirt but made of denim, a torn white T-shirt as a cumber bund with a snapped bra hanging loosely around it and scraps of wool in odd places from her ripped cardigan. As she continued to grow, muscles solidifying, consolidating and expanding from every part of her body, even these rags began to succumb. Her midsection had widened too much for the T-shirt to handle: it tore down the middle, revealing the entire spread of Lucy’s golden goddess abs. Not a second later the jeans’ waistband surrendered to the juggernaut’s splaying hips, meaning her titanic thighs were fully on show. Her bra, useless as it was, followed soon after. Now all that separated Lucy Pinder from nudity was her cream-coloured panties and the odd piece of wool that had stuck to her bunching body with the sweat.

Things were going better than Sam’s wildest dreams could have predicted. The warlock had a nosebleed and a few more cuts from wielding the wish magic, but he could make out Lucy’s figure expanding upward like a mushroom cloud in the distance. He sensed that there was plenty of power left in him to complete the task of turning her into the strongest and best supersexual on the planet and smiled gently to himself. The wish magic was, at its best, wild and unruly – but he had a handle on it.

In the meantime, pounds and pounds of tanned and tanning muscle awoke to the dull light in the factory as Lucy continued to power upwards and outwards. Thick veins pressed themselves onto the surface of her soft skin, transporting energy to where it was needed – which was everywhere. She had now passed the strength level of the top male bodybuilders, and the growth showed no signs of slowing down.

The brunette’s knickers had all but disappeared. What had, at the start of the day, covered a good amount of her butt had now turned into a thong at best, hidden by the mind-numbing expansion of her glutes. The model’s subtle peaches had transformed into droolworthy hunks of sexiness, and were growing bigger, rounder and firmer. A little further up, the landscape of Lucy’s back was changing too. Lots of little muscles popped into sharp relief and expanded quickly to give the young woman the power necessary to counterbalance her terrific torso. Her lats were spreading at the same rate as her front was widening to accommodate the astounding amounts of strength Sam was giving her. Always growing wider, taller and thicker, Lucy had got to eight feet tall: she would, at the very least, be the tallest official supersexual.

Muscle began to layer onto muscle, bloating her already packed frame out further. Barring her gigantically billowing breasts, every last part of Lucy’s body was hard, sharply defined and very, very strong. Her face was changing in keeping with Sam’s promise of absolute sexiness. The glamour model, still with her eyes closed, smiled as she reached out and felt the entirety of the vast oceans of power available to her. As her frame widened further into insanely exaggerated curve, Lucy’s panties finally waved the white flag. A tiny ripping noise signalled its demise; it took a few seconds to peel itself away from the beauty’s butt only to fall, with a soft slap, to the floor.

That seemed to be act as some sort of signal for the model’s body to redouble its efforts to grow. The whole of Lucy Pinder’s glorious body rippled and swelled in the poor light of the factory. New strength piled on top of muscles already fit to burst, which stretched and lengthened to accommodate the rampant power that Sam was giving her. Already strong veins shot to greater prominence on the surface of her skin, thickening to worrying sizes. The contradictions in the model’s inhuman body began to mount up: burstingly beautiful, yet brutally built; covered in unstoppable muscle, yet possessing silky smooth skin; terrifyingly tall, yet beatifically gentle.

Lucy had gone beyond even Sally Winford’s strength levels now. Her heightened awareness told her that there was more to come; that she would eventually be, as Sam had promised, the strongest being on the planet. The fire that had initially spread through her was roaring merrily, though she had by now become accustomed to it. The massive model badly wanted to open her eyes, to glimpse one moment of the life-altering changes to which her body was being subjected, but she felt in some odd way that that would be breaking the contract between the warlock and herself. The smile on her bewitching lips gave away Lucy’s mental state: she was impatient for the process to be over, so she could fully test her new limits. As she reached and then passed Laura Steinberg’s might, the brunette felt literally unstoppable, all-powerful. When this was over, she would be able to do anything, anything she wanted.

The thought was ever so slightly terrifying.

By this time, Sam was struggling. He had underestimated the amount of power necessary to change Lucy in the way that she wanted and was paying for it. The magic man felt his stomach churning like some sort of mad acidic windmill as the cuts covering his hands, wrists and thighs were opening deeper, dangerously deeper, as the precious seconds ticked by. Nevertheless, he still felt in control. Lucy was close to being finished – in the finest possible sense – so the warlock tried not to worry. He blinked a few times and concentrated hard on ways to improve the sensational sight in front of him.

Lucy Pinder bit her lip as she felt the growth slow down. It was a bittersweet moment: the changes had lasted about two minutes so far and nothing she had ever experienced could compare. Even the best orgasm she’d ever had paled into nothingness when put against the overwhelming, ecstatic feeling of being transformed into an insanely huge strongwoman. The brunette decided to savour fully the last dwindling seconds left to her, although she still wouldn’t open her eyes. The bond between Sam and herself at that moment was special in a way she couldn’t understand, but then again, neither did she care. The benefits were obvious. She rolled her shoulders a couple of times, her gigantic traps and bulging delts describing a large, exaggerated circle.

Ten more growth-filled seconds passed. Every element of Lucy’s musculature swelled to its final outstanding proportions. Her bountiful boobs ballooned out even more. The last woollen rag fell from her frame, completing the mess on the floor. Her sex appeal shot to unbelievable levels: the most beautiful, powerful woman of all time. The flooring underneath the beauteous behemoth began to creak ominously.

Then it was over. Sam lowered his arms.

It shouldn’t be possible to be as tall as a bus, as wide as a terraced house, weigh one metric tonne and be constructed almost entirely from immense slabs of thick muscle, yet still be heart-stoppingly beautiful – but Lucy Pinder was. Her already beautiful features had been subtly enhanced in the perfect way: her plump lips had fleshed out, her eyes had turned a spell-binding brown colour and her cheekbones had come into greater prominence. Her jaw had softened whilst her eyelashes had grown. Even her eyebrows were stunning, somehow. Her skin was impossibly smooth and her brown hair hung like a suspended, glittering waterfall down her rippling strong back. In fact, Lucy was so intensely good-looking that she literally lit up the room. She would certainly never need make-up or airbrushing again.

Her breasts were now two of the wonders of the world. Awesome as 32G, mesmeric as 32K, the superwoman could only speculate as to her dimensions now… but her boobs were so spectacular they would cause accidents. As long as a bed but still made in the perfect teardrop shape, they would announce Lucy’s arrival at least two seconds before the rest of the ravishing beauty’s body could get there. They bulged two feet past both sides of her frame, overshadowed the top two rows of her abs and were made of totally smooth, beautifully tanned skin. A handful of lazy blue veins crossed their immense surface. Despite this, the brunette’s pectorals held them perfectly in check. Her areolae were a dark brown colour, raised slightly from the rest of her breast and were as large as a truck tyre. They were topped off with a perfect pair of nipples, angled to point slightly upwards. Later Lucy discovered that she could make them erect at will, at which point they grew from their ordinary inch to an explosive six inches long. They were as thick as bottle caps.

Experimentally the luscious leviathan stretched her arms straight out in front of her as far as she could reach. Her immense mammaries squashed together, up and out; vast, gorgeous flesh spilling out from a cleavage you could hide in. As she’d suspected, her arms reached barely three-quarters of the length of her mammoth mounds: no longer would Lucy Pinder be able to cover her nipples with her hands, even if she wanted to. The giantess smiled wryly, and lowered her amazing arms back to her sides.

The super-powered beauty didn’t have curves, not really. Proper curves are soft, gentle and flowing, but Lucy’s curves were made of harsh muscular lines, like a sine wave drawn with a ruler instead of free-hand. Nonetheless, the model’s body boasted what would have been the world’s most tremendous hour-glass shape had she not been so abundantly top-heavy and covered in enormous hunks of she-beef.

What she did have was strength. Lots of it. Her neck was swallowed by a raging mass of thick traps, which bubbled up and down as she breathed. Lucy’s delts were like stony volleyballs on the end of her shoulders, which flowed strongly down to her massively strong arms. Although partially obscured by her astounding mammaries, they were clearly enormously powerful. As thick as the columns of the Coliseum, with huge muscles competing for space, they had been pushed away from the sides of her body because of her giant shoulders. Even unflexed, Lucy’s biceps dwarfed those of the strongest men in the world. As she slowly drew into a double-biceps pose, they thickened and swelled into muscles the size of basketballs. The expansion was incredible: how could such supreme strength have been hidden, even in those unbelievable arms?

Her triceps hung down in swooping curves, each muscle large enough to be distinct from the others. When taken with her biceps, Lucy’s upper arms looked like huge, roughly hewn boulders. Each of the clearly delineated muscles had its own trickle of veins to serve as power supply. Her elbow joints had grown to keep in proportion with the insane amount of power further up before rounding out again into forearms that could stop a tank. Bulge after bulge of thick brawn ended up in fists that could send aircraft flying in the opposite direction.

The muscle woman’s super torso was a particular highlight. Her astonishingly thick pectorals were visible, even behind the great barriers Sam had constructed in front of them. The muscle lines were very obvious both above and in the great expanse of Lucy’s eye-melting cleavage, sharply showing off each part of her gargantuan pecs. Just beneath lay a stormy sea of hard, brick-shaped abdominals, framed by a classic set of massive obliques. As she breathed, each slab pushed out a little, showing off its full size and depth. Any single one of her awesome abs could withstand a blow from a wrecking ball. When flexed, her midsection transformed into a diamond-hard, distended mess of superstrength. The model’s tiny navel was a barely distinguishable little vertical line in the mass of muscle.

Beneath her extravagantly, swaggeringly flared hips, were Lucy’s legs. Power rumbled through them from the top of her thighs to the soles of her feet. Looking for all the world like two baths stacked next to each other, the musclewoman’s pins were simply colossal, tearing might. Every muscle bulged out from her thighs like it was trying to impress someone. When Lucy ran her hands across her quads, she felt nothing but stony strength. When she flexed her legs, the power they contained burst out like a pebble from a catapult: awesomely bloated strength tore into life like it was going out of fashion. Escape velocity was not an impossibility.

Past the knee joint lay a pair of calves to complete the picture of the perfect strength goddess. Unflexed, they were about the size of a decent computer printer. When Lucy turned her right leg and flexed it, though, it erupted in much the same way as her quads and upper arms. Immense diamond-shaped power bulged out, all veins and striations. Again came the question: how could that much strength be hidden in that calf?

Lucy took a rumbling step forward. She quickly tested all her joints and was relieved to find that, despite her vastly hypertrophied bulk, she still had full range of movement. She shook her head: magic was the only answer. The ravishing beauty smiled widely at Sam the magic man, who was standing still in front of her. Winston had disappeared. The Amazon covered the ground between them in seconds, the gargantuan shelf of her breasts leering over the warlock’s head. She smiled widely and hugged the boy to her more-than-steely abdomen.

"Thank you!" she whispered happily, noting that her voice had not been altered. She released Sam from the hug and took a few steps back so that she could see him. The warlock was as pale as a ghost. His gaze was glassy, unseeing. Lucy’s mouth dropped into an ‘O’ as Sam keeled over, a growing pool of blood at his feet.

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Thinking quickly, Lucy sprang into action. She ran back to the pile of rags that had been her clothes to fish out her mobile. The turn of pace she produced surprised the wondrous woman: despite her size, she was a blur of speed. The phone seemed like a matchstick in her meaty hands. The superhuman model used her fingernails to type out the number for the emergency services and, brushing a wave of hair out of the way, brought the phone to her sweet ear. They picked up quickly.

"I need an ambulance right away!"

"OK, Ma’am, where are you?" The woman on the other end had a nasal voice and sounded slightly bored.

"I’m at the big blue factory in the Sizemore Industrial Estate. It’s disused. You have to hurry!" The giantess began to invent wildly on the spot. "It’s my boyfriend. He was fooling around on the high ledge and fell." Then something struck her: this was not the way she wanted to introduce Lucy Pinder, supersexual, to the world. She would have to leave the scene. "I – I have to go. I’m late for an appointment." She winced. Maybe that super intelligence would have been useful after all. "But, really, you must hurry. He’s lost an awful lot of blood."

"OK Ma’am, but if you’re going to leave the scene, I will have to trace this call." Lucy swallowed. What had turned into a great day now contained all sorts of horrific possibilities.

"Alright, just send the ambulance. Thanks!" She hung up.

The model stood rooted to the spot for a moment, deciding what to do next. She had to leave the factory, that was for certain. There was nothing she could do for Sam so, with a heavy heart, Lucy Pinder turned, picked up the rags of her clothes, and made for the factory door. Cautiously she sidled up to it and, squashing her enormous left breast in the process, slid the door open a crack. She carefully peered around the opening, but the area was just as deserted as when she had arrived. The black clouds were spilling their load and, in the distance, Lucy heard the rumble of thunder. Slowly and with great effort, the supermodel ducked and squished her colossal frame through the double doors and closed them behind her.

She took a deep breath and bolted for home, not stopping to breathe until she had squeezed back inside her flat and was safe.

— EPILOGUE —

Sam Waters was taken to hospital as quickly as possible. He was connected to various machines that he himself would not have been able to understand in order to keep him alive. At the time of writing, he has yet to regain consciousness, though his doctor would tell you that he is in a stable condition.

Lucy Pinder naturally became the most famous and successful of the supersexuals in a short space of time. The police never came to look for her regarding Sam's accident.

She learned a great deal about herself and her heritage in the days after the transformation. It transpired that she was descended from a long line of witches. At her birth, her mother and grandmothers had blessed her with brains, beauty and sexiness. She also discovered to her horror that when she had shouted "more" during the transformation spell, she had inadvertently triggered her own latent witching power and drained Sam of magic. At her request, her mother went to visit Sam anonymously and, when the nurses were not looking, gave him a small amount of Viviquid to speed up the recovery process. She has been repeating this process as often as possible over the last few weeks.

Late one night, with the dull beeping of the machines the only noise in the hospital, a shadow entered. It was a large, grey rat. Patiently it made its way past the night nurses to Sam Waters’ room and waited in the dark. Once the nurse – a thin blonde woman with bad skin, a prime candidate for transformation – had shut the door behind her, the rat moved out to the space beside Sam’s bed. It stood on its hind paws and sniffed the air. In the blink of an eye it turned into a man of around six feet in height, clad in a crimson robe with a hood up, so that his face could not be seen. He put a gloved hand on Sam’s right leg, as if he owned the warlock in some way. The man smiled greedily.

"Sorry, Sam," Greg whispered. "It had to be done. You were getting much too powerful for your own good." He slapped the leg decisively. Then he turned, changed into the rat again, and skittered away.

— THE END —

Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed it!

[Cowprobe]

Or smashing Pinder story Fonk!  😉

Very nice stuff and I especially like the term 'Supersexual'. It suits these ladies in a way that 'superhuman' just doesn't cover. Gives it the hint of societal disapproval as if their 'choice' of becoming fantasy amazons was something they'd have really any chance of denying.

The fact that Lucy is now physically hardy enough to endure the sort of blood/wish magic that would have Mr.Waters a Lovecraftian smear is an intriguing portent.

She's so saturated in the arcane that she'd be an irresistible magnet for weirdness. A gigantic, hypersensual plot device.  ;D

Thanks for writing!

PS- The erotic handicap of such enormous mammaries are off set by the strength to retain normal range of movement, if not nipple coverage. While she might require people to stand a few feet back so she can hold a conversation that's easily remedied by her looking at them from the side or sitting. That is if the floor can hold her. 😀

[gblock01]

An awesome addition to this series. Well written and sexy as hell. So… when's the next installment? 😉

[Anonymous]

Thanx for sharign with US this story!!
It's excellent!!

[nam]

Sam's been a lucky guy (save recent events). Thanks again.

[up2nogd1]

Incredible stuff.  Your muscle growth description is some of the best I have ever read.  And being so prolific makes me jealous.  Thanks for the stories.

[Fonk]

Thanks for the feedback, all! It makes it all worthwhile. I really enjoyed writing this story, which is now on Brawna – http://www.brawna.org/node/296.

[scat]

very good ! i'm waiting for the next story…

[MaxxC]

She's truly super and so is your story.  ;D

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