[Anonymous]

I can't wait to read the next part of the story…
I'm looking forward to a epic getaway from the temple – just like Indiana in the first movie:-D

[gblock01]

I'm not sure that she'll need to, since I know that she's not going to come out in the same condition that she was in when she entered. 😉

Maybe she breaks out of the temple instead! 😀

[Fonk]

Third part! 🙂

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Instantly the spiders vanished. Florida didn't even blink: one instant they were there, closing in on her, and the next they just didn't exist. She looked down at the hand she had placed on the altar, her heart still beating fit to break her chest. The unearthly glow of the blue stone shone around it. Dr. Florida Crane frowned. She remembered her miraculous recovery as soon as she had touched the temple. Wary now, she took her hand off the altar and stepped back. She thought for a few moments. "Can't stop now," she concluded, and stepped forward again to examine the altar.

She brushed its surface and found it to be very smooth, given the level of technology that must have existed when this temple had been built. Its main feature, the rectangular sky-blue stone, shone with never-changing brilliance. It was set slightly lower than the surrounding altar. Florida checked the altar for the Amazonian language to give her a clue as to what might happen next. She looked all over the huge slab and all around its two supports. There was nothing. The archaeologist frowned again. She stood upright and looked at the altar's top, looking for some sort of clue. There was a slight noise.

Florida stared at the altar. The Amazonian language was appearing before her on the surface of the rock! The altar, which had been smooth as an ice rink just a second ago, was now being carved onto it by an invisible hand. Florida gulped but still tried to read the markings as they appeared. Again there were symbols that the young woman did not recognise, so she decided to wait for the invisible hand to stop. Fortunately the sentence it had carved was only short. "Well, that one means 'reward'," she said, "that one means 'you', and that one means 'naked'." Florida took a couple of seconds to digest this and jumped to a conclusion. "I have to get naked to be rewarded?!" she thought, disgusted. Frowning unhappily but still eager to find out what her reward would be, Florida stripped and stepped back from the altar.

She stood naked in the middle of the throne room, wondering what on Earth was going to happen. She waited. "It is fortunate that the temperature is warm enough for casual nudity," she mused, and laughed. After about twenty seconds Florida began to feel understandably uncomfortable and embarrassed. She absently scratched at the mole on her left thigh. She sniffed and brushed a hair out of her face. She pushed her glasses up her nose. Just as she was mulling over reaching for her clothes and leaving, slight shivers of pain started to run through her body and rooted her to the spot.

"Wh-what's going on?" she cried as the pain intensified. "I don't like this! Stop!" she yelled. Vicious stabs of pain tore at her bare and vulnerable flesh. Dr. Florida Crane shut her eyes and screamed. Had the good doctor kept her eyes open, she might have had a chance of witnessing the most incredible transformation. Her whole body was growing, changing and improving.

Firstly, she simply grew. When Florida had entered the temple, she had been just five feet tall. As if being stretched by an unseen hand, Florida's body grew upwards. Her torso, arms and legs grew in perfect proportion. The previously unsightly fat that had cursed the young archaeologist's body got absorbed in the changes. Her bones lengthened and widened to support the new body. Her skin stretched and grew to cover the newly enlarged limbs, taking on a sultry tanned colour as it did so. When the process was finished, Florida had sunk to her knees, just seconds before passing out. Panting hard, she got to her feet. Which were suddenly much further away: the young woman had miraculously grown to be eight feet tall!

Florida gaped in astonishment. She tried to take a step forward and nearly fell over. "This body is going to take some getting used to!" she said, looking herself over. Although she was very skinny, her new height filled her with confidence. She brought her hands up to her chest and sighed. There had been no change there. "Still flat as a board," she muttered. To console herself, Florida tried to walk again. Soon she was wandering over the chamber with the grace of a dancer. She had returned to the altar by the time the second change hit her like a runaway train, knocking the enlarged woman to her knees.

Raging torrents of strength and power flooded Florida's skinny body like a tidal wave. The pain was immense but Florida was determined to witness some of the changes that raged through her slight frame. She gritted her teeth, stood up and watched as her legs pulsed, layer upon layer of pure, raw power filling them out in all directions. Her slight calves balled up and pushed out, forming perfect diamonds of gargantuan, twitching, strong muscle. These formed the basis for her thighs, which were next to expand. Their size doubled and redoubled until Florida's upper legs were thicker than tree trunks and as solid as steel. Each humungous,power-packed leg weighed as much as Florida had when she entered the temple. The massive hunks of perfect, vein-covered strength steadied the young woman as the changes moved inexorably upwards.

Her previously shapeless, flat butt took on the perfect shape. Each ass-cheek resembled a bowling ball, both in terms of size and firmness, yet it was made of glorious tanned flesh. Florida felt her new butt and smiled. "Finally I've got something to fill out a pair of jeans with!" she smiled. Her torso grew all over: back muscles expanded and rippled into being, larger and harder than any male bodybuilder's could ever be. Her obliques burst out, hard, ripped and ready to prepare the way for a glorious set of abs to thrust out of her flat belly. First a line appeared down her middle, joining her slight breasts to her grape-shaped navel and sinking slightly beyond. Then either side of the line two sets of enormous muscles exploded outward. Each rock hard, power-packed ab pulsed and bulged to the size of a bag of sugar, etching strong grooves and ridges in the young woman's abdomen. Florida's navel all but disappeared in the swells of her outrageous stomach muscles. Inevitably the rush of power reached her chest.

The slight fat of her bosom disappeared entirely as the growth tore onward. Florida's small tanned brown nipples became erect as the power passed through them. Her pecs grew, slowly and gently, until they were three times as big as Arnie's at his peak. "Finally!" Florida thought ironically. "Cleavage!" She gritted her teeth as the flood of power passed her chest, arriving squarely at her shoulders. They began to ripple with power, widening, lengthening and strengthening. When they had finished growing, Florida was as wide as a bus, with criss-crossing veins rushing the length of the immense muscles. The archaeologist's neck followed suit. Florida could feel it growing thicker and longer. Gently she touched it but moved her hand away immediately: her body was far too hot to touch. Once her neck was twice as thick – packed with tough yet shapely muscle – the flow of growth seemed to split in half and travel down both of Florida's arms simultaneously.

As her triceps powered up into perfect horseshoe-shaped masses of brawny, dense strength, her biceps burst outward, forming swells so large that they threatened to break through her skin, coating her upper arms in thick layers of solid, brawny power. Experimentally, Florida flexed the biceps of her right arm. Her eyes widened in awe as her arm seemed to explode into new, powerful life. The split heads of her right biceps glistened in the thin layer of sweat that covered her body and towered at a mighty forty-five inches around. The final step began as her forearms put on fantastic quantities of muscle, growing and lengthening to fit in with the rest of her now colossally hulking body. They did not stop growing until they were five times the size of the originals. The pain stopped and Florida sank to her hands and knees, letting out a roar of relief that could be heard for miles around. Cracks appeared in the temple floor under the massive woman.

Carefully Florida stood. Each and every part of her body was covered in obscenely huge and beautifully tanned muscle. She had muscle in places she didn't know could have muscle. Dr. Florida Crane moved her hands over the unfamiliar terrain of her new frame. Her nipples, previously small yet perky, now pointed downwards under, she felt, the weight of those enormous pecs. Each of her abdominals stood in proud relief. Her shoulders were like miniature mountain ranges. Even her vaginal muscles had strengthened beyond belief. It was her thighs that fascinated her most: huge valleys and peaks of cut, vascular strength that felt as if they were cut from granite. "I just can't exist!" she gasped, feeling and staring at her unbelievably mighty body. She frowned.

Because it was then that the third change took over her body. Fortunately from Florida's point of view, this one was relatively painless. A slightly unpleasant stretching sensation struck the musclewoman's hips, cheeks and chest. A tingly sensation filled her lips and scalp. Florida looked down at herself to find out what was going on: her hips were widening, turning her from a towering strongwoman into a curvy sex goddess. Her lips were filling out into lush, bee-stung rose petals of beauty. Her cheekbones grew to give her a classically beautiful face. Her greasy, sweat-filled black hair broke the bobble as it lengthened. Her hair reached her waist within seconds and started to shine like a waterfall in the sunlight. Suddenly Florida was having difficulty seeing. Realising what was happening, she took her glasses off and found she had perfect vision. It was then that Florida's greatest wish came true.

Balanced perfectly on top of her enormous pecs, the archaeologist's breasts began to blossom. The mammoth muscles started being eclipsed as Florida's boobs passed from the size of lemons to the size of oranges and way, way beyond. The superwoman's eyes widened in sheer delight as her orbs bulged further and further outward, past the size of softballs. The growth of the breastflesh pulled her nipples up until they tilted slightly upwards. She reached around her inflating chest to tweak them and found that their sensitivity had gone through the roof. Still her bust inflated, past the size of soccerballs. The superb musclewoman no longer cared about anything as her lust built up to a crescendo. Her boobs reached the size of volleyballs and Florida could feel herself on the edge of the most powerful orgasm of her life. Still her inflating mammaries grew on and on. It was becoming difficult for the muscled-up beauty to reach her nipples now, though they had inflated to the size of shot glasses due to her towering arousal. She was at full stretch when her breasts stopped growing, having attained the size of beachballs, with areolae the size of saucers. They looked small compared to the awesome size of her inhuman boobs, held perfectly in place by her massive underlying pecs. Florida came at the same time as the growth stopped, unleashing another powerful and throaty roar throughout the temple.

A bit of dust fell from the ceiling onto her nose and Dr. Florida Crane laughed. "This is my wish come true!" she cried, tears of joy running down her cheeks. She caught sight of her old clothes on the floor and grinned. She picked up the T-shirt and tried to rest it on the enormous shelf of her breasts. It barely covered one of her breasts now. The shorts were a joke: the archaeologist doubted she could get her stupendous arm through them, never mind one of her incredible legs. She was about to put her now useless garments in her backpack when she heard a rumbling. It was, for the moment, far-off but it was getting nearer. Instinct nearly made Florida panic. Then she grinned. "What do I have to fear now?" she said to herself. "Bring it on!"

The rumbling grew louder and louder. It was coming down the passageway that lead to the chamber Florida was standing in. She moved to face the entrance she herself had used. Florida tilted her head to one side and frowned: she could now make out what the rumbling was. It seemed to be an army marching. They rounded the corner and came into view. Florida gasped in amazement. Hundreds and hundreds of women were walking four abreast down the passageway towards the chamber. They were all between six feet six and seven feet tall, all naked, all incredibly muscled and deeply tanned with long, dark hair. None of them could get close to Florida's strength or beauty but they were clearly built along the same lines. As they marched into the chamber and began to fill it out, Florida noticed that they were each holding a weapon of some sort. Many held swords but some had spears, some bows and quivers of arrows slung on their backs and some of the others had what Florida could only describe as a pair of large forks.

Florida's eyes darted this way and that, trying to take in the scene. If they all rushed her at once, she would stand little chance of making her way out alive. The chamber filled up and Florida estimated that there were a thousand other women in there with her. She swallowed. The last woman to enter the chamber was holding two swords and she approached Florida, setting the smaller of the two down on the floor some way away. The woman walking towards her was seven feet two, a little taller than all the rest. Her massive muscles – still not as big as Florida's, but the biggest that Florida had noticed of all of the intruders – moved in perfect time and with perfect grace as she walked towards the archaeologist, holding the larger sword flat with one hand cradling the hilt and one gently cushioning the blade. She genuflected in front of Florida, head bowed, and held out the weapon in her two hands. Florida took it.

"Oh. My. God." she whispered, realisation striking like a hammer on an egg as she looked at the massive weapon in her hands. "I'm Queen of the Amazons."

— To Be Continued —

[gblock01]

Nice addition! Will we get to see some feats of strength next?

[Mr. Stone]

This was so good I had to come out of lurking to say so.  Wonderful story!

[minimanmax]

that's a good one i hope we'll get to see more in the next.

[Fonk]

More! 😀

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Florida was looking at the sword she had just been given, turning it over in her hands, when the fourth change happened. It felt briefly as if her brain were going to bubble out of her skull. Fortunately this change was quick. When Florida opened her eyes again a couple of seconds later, she had access to a completely new set of memories and knowledge, as well as her own. She quickly sifted through it all, looking for a clue as to what exactly was going on. A new memory presented itself.

In it, a woman was standing in the chamber that Florida and a thousand others are occupying in the here and now. She was seven feet six tall and, unusually for the Amazonian women Florida has met so far, she was not naked. Just mostly naked. All she was wearing was a headdress made up of a hundred feathers whose colour changed constantly: from white to yellow to orange to red, through green and blue to indigo and violet and back to white again. Her body was a testament to the intense beauty of the incredibly strong woman: her gigantic muscles bulged and rippled with each of her movements. Her tan gave her a deep and healthy glow. Her dark brown eyes were the colour of chestnuts. The only hair on her body hung in raven-black torrents from her proud head. She held a huge wooden staff aloft; her arms bulged beautifully with the effort, and spoke the Amazonian language, which Florida now understood. With a gasp she realised who the woman was.

She was the last Queen of the Amazons.

In the memory, she invoked the power of a being called The Goddess. "O Goddess, hear my prayers! Heed the tortured cries of your beaten and unworthy servant!" she hollered. "Protect my people now! We own this land and have conquered many others but now Nature seeks to take it all from us!" Florida frowned. She was experiencing emotions entirely inappropriate to the situation. She felt afraid: mortally, horrifically afraid. "I'm feeling her feelings!" she gasped. The reverie broke when the woman who handed Florida the sword took her by the tremendous, basketball-sized shoulder.

"Mistress?" she said, sounding worried. Florida shook herself and spoke to the woman in her own language. "I am fine," she responded, taking the woman's arm. Her muscles felt more solid and real than anything she had ever touched. The woman bowed and stood back. Florida addressed the crowd of musclebound women.

"I am your Queen!" she roared, pumping her mighty right fist. Long, strong cords of muscle flexed and bunched as she did so. The women raised their fists too to roar in approval and the sound was deafening. A different memory presented itself during the crescendo. In fact, Florida was not technically Queen of the Amazons until she passed three tests: a test of strength, a test of beauty and a test of wisdom. The newly wondrous woman held her palms out flat for quiet. Her triceps flexed out to unimaginable sizes. The clamour died down and she spoke again, more quietly this time. "I need time to prepare for the tasks that face me," she said. Her voice, though quiet, had steel running through it. "Stand outside the temple and wait for me. The tests shall begin today. Challenge me and I will prove my worth to you!"

The Amazonian army trooped out, satisfied with the speech. Florida stood still to watch them leave, trying to look as queenly as possible. As their footsteps died away, Florida returned to her new memories. The last Queen's final emotional state imprinted itself once more onto Florida's psyche. She couldn't understand: "What could possibly render a woman this strong so afraid?" she frowned. The answer came quick: she noticed that lava was filling the temple floor around the Queen as she stood on the altar. The last Queen's prayers continued.

"Bury this temple underground! Let one who is truly worthy find it again and receive The Power of the Amazonians! She will be the new Queen and lead us into the future!" She paused. "Save my army as well. Save them… in exchange for me." Florida's eyes widened in horror. A voice echoed down from the sky. "IT IS AS DONE," it proclaimed. The Queen smiled a horrible, twisted smile: the smile of victory in defeat. Her task completed, she jumped into the lava. Dr. Florida Crane screwed her eyes up tight and tried to shut out the memory of the screams.

"So," Florida whispered to herself. "They lead me here. Nice." The rest of the relevant memories unfolded quickly: the title of Amazonian Queen was not given on a hereditary basis. When a Queen died, any woman could challenge for the right to succeed her. All the challengers would then compete in three tests: Strength, Beauty and Wisdom. The Royal Power then entered the winner and she became stronger, wiser and more beautiful than the previous Queen. By Florida's reckoning, she was the twenty-ninth Queen of the Amazons but seemed to have received the power without the need for the trials. "Maybe it was a condition of the last Queen's sacrifice, poor woman," she thought.

Setting her face with a determined expression, Florida walked out of the chamber and towards the temple entrance. The Amazonians had ruled the land mostly by fear, which was why the walls were covered in messages telling the unwitting trespasser to flee. Of course, when it was necessary they were fierce, unflinching and unequalled warriors. She chuckled. Before the passageways had seemed so vast – now there was little room between the walls for the superbly strong superwoman. Daylight beckoned her as she turned the final corner.

Emerging into the sunlight, Florida could see the same squadron of bulging, massively-muscled nudes arranged around the temple entrance like an other-worldly painting. She smiled at them all. "What is the first test you have set me?" she inquired. The woman who had handed Florida the sword, which she was still carrying, stepped forward from the throng and bowed so low her hair touched the ground. "Mistress," said the woman, whose name was Nefla, "follow me." Florida smiled and bowed at the woman and started off after her. The rest of the Amazonian army followed on.

Florida was almost overcome by the messages her newly attuned senses were giving her. She could make out the scents of animals who had passed by a fortnight ago. She could see further into the distance than any of her contemporaries, though that scarcely helped, so dense was the jungle foliage at this point. Her surroundings looked more vivid and real. She could hear the cries and screeches of the jungle's abundant wildlife coming from miles away, as well as the hearts of all her fellow warriors beating. Happiness overwhelmed her. "I'm a goddess," she thought. "A goddess."

After five minutes of walking through the jungle, easily brushing back branches that before the change she would have had to avoid, Nefla stopped in front of what looked to Florida like a cliff face. The archaeologist looked up at the hulking rock. She looked further up at the hulking rock. Nefla spoke. "Lift this, hold it for two minutes and then destroy it," she demanded. The attendant stood back to let her Queen through. Florida smiled grimly. "With pleasure," she said. The rest of the Amazonian tribe lined up to watch or were vying for good vantage points. Florida rubbed her hands together and approached the foot of the cliff face. She bent carefully at the knees and dug her fists into the ground, trying to get some purchase on the towering rock, the size of three warehouses. When the archaeologist felt she had her hands deep enough, she very slowly tried to straighten up.

It was nearly a mistake. When Florida looked back on the first test, she realised that she should have walked around the rock and found out how large it was. As it was, she was not prepared. However, slowly, inexorably, the gargantuan boulder ceded to the Queen's immense strength. Gritting her teeth, Florida slowly brought the rock out of the ground. All of the muscles on her body were tensing, bulging and spasming wildly under the strain. Huge veins popped out, bringing more and more blood to her thirsty muscles. Her quads had doubled in size and her biceps were exploding out of her skin. Dr. Florida Crane yelled as she started to straighten her legs, slowly moving her arms to get a better grip of the rock.

Her muscles swelled to incredible dimensions, far beyond even the immensely powerful stature she had begun the test with. Her thighs had swollen to a hundred inches around. Her pecs had ballooned up and pushed her unbelievable breasts further up and out, which did not help at all. Her biceps had inflated to a solid sixty inches. Her glutes bunched up and inflated too, granting her greater stability as well as a butt to kill for. Her thrusting abs finally overcame her navel, which disappeared like a sinking ship. The rock, dripping clumps of soil and frightened insects, rose inevitably into the sky.

Florida straightened up, grunting with the effort, and held the boulder straight out in front of her. Her breasts bulged so far away from her body that she was using them as support for the giant boulder. Her body was awash with tearing, searing pain. With great difficulty, she turned to Nefla. "You said – hold it. How?" Nefla raised her arms over her head. Florida rolled her eyes. "I thought you might – say that," she replied. Groaning loudly now, Florida slowly moved the rock over her head. The stress her body was now under would have wrecked many construction vehicles but somehow the superwoman held on, counting down the hundred and twenty seconds she needed to hold the rock. Her muscles had reached a point at which they no longer needed to grow, which was just as well. Florida's biceps were now so large that had they been unflexed and down by her sides they would have bulged straight into her breasts. Speaking of the archaeologist's mammoth mammaries, they now extended to just over one metre away from the rest of her awe-inspiring body. Her nipples, which were erect and tingling, were the size of Coke bottles. Her shoulders were as wide as a jet and her legs as thick as saloon cars. "Thirty seconds left," Nefla said. The archaeologist sank into the jungle floor under the combined weight of the boulder and her own impossibly outrageous body but still she held on. "Ten seconds," Nefla announced. The crowd of naked warriors sat in rapt silence as their Queen proved her worth. Dr. Florida Crane hollered her pain out into the jungle sky.

After what seemed like a day to Florida, Nefla announced that the lifting challenge was over. With great relief, the Queen summoned all of her prodigious strength and launched the boulder into the air. She followed its arc and wound back her incredibly inflated right fist. At just the right moment, she unleashed her strongest punch and connected with the unfortunate rock. It broke instantly into a billion tiny pebbles, which scattered out over the jungle for a couple of miles. Florida turned around to face Nefla, who nodded. She smiled wryly and turned to, justifiably, milk the crowd's applause.

"Round One to me," she said, grateful relief all over her face.

— To Be Continued —

[gblock01]

WOW!!!  😮

[Amazon Lover]

Quite awesome.  I must say, this has been one of the best stories I've heard around here for a while.

[Anonymous]

Indeed it is a beautiful story. Can't wait for the rest… 😀

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