[Fonk]

Here we go!

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The cheers and whoops of delight rose high into the sky. Florida raised her arms to call for silence and several things happened at once. The first and most obvious was that two colossal arms soared into the air, veins like lianas running all over them. This caused her titanic pectoral muscles to rise, making her incredible assets jump up. The tremendous breastflesh then obscured the Amazonian academic's face. Giggling, Florida quickly lowered her arms. She addressed the hordes of massive naked beauties in their language.

"I will be crowned your Queen," she announced. The women all raised their arms and cheered. Each arm was covered in large, thick and powerful muscle but paled into insignificance when compared with Florida's simply gigantic limbs. "I want to pass straight to the next test to prove myself to you!" This was greeted with a loud roar of approval. Nefla took her by the hand. "Mistress," she said, "please come this way." Florida followed her, the Amazonian warriors falling in behind. They were heading back for the temple.

Let's take a look at Dr. Florida Crane as she cuts a wide path through the jungle. Her legs are the width of cars and she has trouble bending them to walk, so thick and dense are the muscles covering them. You could lose a hand in amongst the vast network of veins and rippling power there. Florida's torso has also widened and enlarged considerably. Her abs are a perfectly symmetrical trail of superb, jutting, massive muscle, each one as wide as Florida was before entering the temple. They lead up to – and are partially obscured by – a pair of breasts so large that scaffolding would be more useful than a mere bra. Well, that would be the case if her pectorals weren't so developed that they could hold the monstrous mammaries easily in check. As it was, Florida could now crush cars in her cleavage. Each breast was perfectly spherical, topped off with a huge, thick, dark brown nipple that pointed slightly upwards. Her areolae were the size of manhole covers.

Further upwards, Florida's shoulders were nothing short of incredible. They were as wide as a jet and flowed into arms that were thicker and wider than the largest male bodybuilder's chest. Her biceps were so large that, when fully flexed, they reached four inches beyond the top of her head and so wide that she could not bend her arm to make a right angle. Her triceps were similarly huge in order to keep her immense upper arms balanced. Her forearms were terrifyingly massive examples of feminine strength. In her current state, Florida could have wrestled with dinosaurs and won. Her body easily eclipsed both the largest male bodybuilder and the sexiest female porn star.

The insanely huge woman used the short journey to think about her future. Trees cracked and splintered as she walked past, oblivious. All of her academic work, as well as the rest of what she had begun to think of as her previous life, would have to be abandoned. The benefits, though, far outweighed the disadvantages of the situation. She counted them off: legions of followers, wisdom and intelligence beyond that of the highest-flying academics ever known, sexiness off the scale and a set of muscles that could wreck cities.

The group arrived back at the temple. Nefla entered silentlu but Florida had to stop. "Erm, Nefla," she signalled the woman. "I've got a spot of bother." The enormous attendant turned to face her Queen, whose shoulders alone were much too wide to fit down the passageway. The humungous historian turned sideways on and still could not make it through due to the combination of her three feet plus boobs, traffic-stopping pectorals, superwide torso and hugely rippling back muscles. Nefla smiled to herself and whispered some words that Florida didn't catch. She then raised both arms towards the gigantic girl, who promptly started to shrink. Florida looked around at her body as her titanically sprawling muscles returned to the state they had achieved just after the transformation.

Florida entered the temple with ease, clapping a hand on Nefla's warm and hard shoulder. "Thank you." The attendant bowed her head. "It was my pleasure, Mistress." She smiled coyly before turning to lead the army back to the main chamber. Florida waited again as all the troops filed in, their heads held proud and high. The enormous doctor smiled at each and every superwoman as she walked in. When the last of them had entered, Nefla spoke.

"The next test is that of beauty!" she cried. "I need two witnesses, women of strength and courage true." She chose the first women to raise their hands, who then came forward. Their names were Runea and Falbla. "Form a circle with me," the priestess ordered. In truth it was more of a square but that did not seem to matter. Nefla chanted some words over and over, steadily getting louder and louder. Suddenly the world of the temple began to blur. Something that looked an awful lot like a hurricane came over the four women. Once the swirling vortex descended, Florida could only make out the three Amazons who were sharing this situation with her. None of them seemed afraid. Then everything vanished in a blink of light.

The next instant Florida was somewhere else. The three other women were in the same positions they had been before the spell, though they were now wearing clothes. Runea wore a sky blue bikini, Falbla had a silver one-piece swimsuit on and Nefla had acquired a black negligée. Florida looked down at her own body: she was clothed in a bikini that depicted the American flag. The light was dim but Florida could see perfectly. She looked around: she was standing in a dark, narrow passage.

Behind her was some sort of stage with a drawn pair of purple curtains in front of it. Beyond the enormous woman the passage lead onto a crossroads. Occasionally a bikini-clad girl would walk past, muttering to herself, or a woman dressed as a schoolgirl would stumble into view, adjusting her pigtails. An awful suspicion came over the awesome archaeologist. She turned around to get a better look at the stage. Sure enough, there was a metal pole stretching from floor to ceiling. Florida grabbed Nefla and took her aside.

"We are in a strip club," she hissed. Nefla frowned, having picked up on the notes of menace in her Queen's voice. "Of course, Mistress," she replied timidly. "This is how we test beauty. An Amazonian who wishes to be Queen must earn as much money as possible in one session of pole dancing." Florida's eyes narrowed. She had deliberately not looked into her new memories for any mention of the tests for fear of it being branded cheating. Now, though, there were so many questions. "Nefla," she growled, "my biceps are bigger than these girls' breasts. They'll think I'm a freak." Nefla shook her head. "The last Queen took two thousand and seventy-three dollars. A record, for any woman at this establishment. We selected the club very carefully." Florida opened her mouth to argue further when a greasy-sounding male announcer cut over them.

"And now, gentlemen, the climax of your night. We've brought her in all the way from Brazil – would you please give a warm welcome to Cyndi!" The curtains shifted back and Florida groaned. "That's me, right Nefla?" The priestess's eyes were shining as she nodded. Florida rolled her eyes but turned to the stage. "Wish me luck, girls?" she said, addressing Runea and Falbla. Both women complied, smiling broadly. Dr. Florida Crane, who used to make a note of where the dirty movies section was in all her local stores so that she could avoid wandering in there by accident, stepped forward.

Slowly the delectable doctor strutted onto the stage. Her supermusculature shifted and twitched under her gorgeously tanned skin. Carefully she relaxed her pecs so as to get maximum bounce from her monstrous mammaries, milking the moment. Florida heard several gasps as she padded, barefoot, into view. On reaching the pole, she turned to her audience. The room was filled with smoke but Florida could see each and every man there with perfect clarity. There were about forty people sitting at various circular tables dotted around. She reached out casually with her right arm and grasped the pole. She stroked the metal up and down, the muscles in her arm contracting and relaxing in perfect time. The smiling sexbomb watched the guys stand, one by one, and move as close to the stage as they could.

"Evening, boys," she whispered in her huskiest, sexiest voice. "Glad you could join me." She took her hand off the pole to run both hands down her body from neck to thighs, spending time plumping her massive melons to maximum advantage, tweaking her nipples into erections that threatened to pop her bikini top off and fondling each and every crevice of her enormous abdomen and thick thighs. Slowly the huge hottie moved her hands around her thighs to grasp her beauteous butt.

Florida licked her luscious lips and began to thrust her pelvis back and forth, still grasping her unbelievable ass. During all this, the stunning strongwoman had managed to shoot a smouldering glance at each and every guy in the room. They all stared, hypnotised, jaws hanging loose, at the woman pumping away on-stage. So far they hadn't even thought about their wallets.

Florida's eyes were closed and her head tossing from side to side as her thrusts increased intensity. She started to release little gasps of pleasure. After a minute of this, one of the men remembered where he was and slapped a twenty dollar bill on the polished wood of the stage. 'Cyndi' shot him a wink in the midst of her thrusting as the rest of the crowd tried to top his contribution.

Florida slowed down the pace and finished the first part of her act with five big thrusts, each one accompanied with an orgasmic squeal. She turned to the crowd, strands of hair framing her stunning face, every muscle alive and fully pumped. "Thanks, guys," she breathed, eying the pile of bills at her feet. A quick calculation showed that there was some way to go to top the previous Queen. She looked up and with dismay spotted about eight men leaving. "Right," she said to herself, "A tour-de-force is called for."

For the start of act two, Florida simply stood in the middle of the room, hands on hips, and started to flex her pecs. The remaining punters watched in salivating disbelief as Florida's boobs began to swell larger, or so it seemed to them. The superstrong stripper's bikini top began to stretch. The Stars and Stripes deformed as her nipples tented the fabric further and further away from her body. After a minute of pumping her already enormous chest, Florida's shotglass-sized nipples tore holes in the top. By this time, the crowd was baying for her to take it off.

Wearing the sauciest look she could muster, Dr. Florida Crane kept on pumping her pecs, tearing the holes wider and wider. A few seconds later and all of her awesome areolae were on view. Many of the men just emptied their wallets, hypnotised by the overwhelmingly erotic act taking place on stage. Once the flood of money had settled into a trickle, Florida whispered to them: "Don't make me horny. You wouldn't like me when I'm horny." With that, she began to tremble and give off a series of short gasps, still flexing, releasing, tearing. Then she started a growl which turned into a roar. The superbabe threw her head back and ripped the remains of her top clean away, exposing her jiggling beachball-sized boobs to the crowd.

The loudest roar of the night went up. Cash was practically flying onto the stage. Florida fondled her large, sweat-covered breasts for the punters' pleasure. Again more men left, which puzzled Florida somewhat. "Maybe they've run out of money," she thought, and smiled wryly. Then a surprising cry came: "Flex!" Florida stopped feeling herself up. "Really?" she said, looking through the crowd for the man who'd spoken. This time the whole crowd shouted: "Yes!" The stunned superwoman grinned broadly. "All right!"

Florida hit a double-biceps pose, her upper arms exploding into forty-five inches apiece of solid power, and never looked back. With each muscle-packed pose, another flutter of bills landed at her feet. By the time Florida turned to show the guys her massively muscled back, she had earned enough money to top the previous Queen. Suddenly the doors at the back of the room opened. Florida spun around to see what was going on: at least forty men ran up, gawping at the impossible near-naked beauty on stage. Ten men strolled in after them; Florida recognised some of them as the punters who had left earlier. She grinned broadly.

"Come for the finale?" she said, placing taunting emphasis on the word "come" and her hands on her hips. For the start of her final act, Florida did some simple tricks with her breasts: bouncing them up and down; first in time, then perfectly out of synch. She leaned over, as if to do press-ups, and pushed her body up and down by her gigantic globes. Then, realising that she had not actually used the pole, she climbed it… using her boobs for grip instead of her legs. The gorgeous muscle girl held her legs straight out and inched up the pole slowly. When Florida reached the top, she hung on by her breasts and undid the screws holding it in place. Next she carefully dropped to the floor, holding the length of metal in her hands.

By that time Florida had earned well over four thousand dollars but wanted to hit five. She bent the pole around to form a crude circle and mashed the metal together, turning it into a Hula Hoop. Next she began to flatten the metal out on one side of the hoop, using just the palm of her hand. The punters looked on, puzzled. They were keen to see what the erotic entertainer would do next and couldn't figure it out. Eventually Florida was satisfied with her handiwork and slipped the circle of metal around her torso. She carefully settled it in place around her breasts and then the guys clicked. She had turned the pole into a new bikini top.

Florida hammered the metal tight to her body and began to flex her mighty chest again. A huge cheer went up while the metal creaked and groaned loudly. Just as before, Florida's nipples began to press against the material. There was a shower of notes as, inevitably, the metal ceded to the Amazonian Queen's awe-inspiring body. Eventually the metal clanged to the floor, beaten by an archaeologist's pectorals. Florida bowed to the drooling crowd, who were madly cheering, whooping and whistling, collecting her cash as she did so. As she headed back to Nefla and the others, some of the men got onstage and tried to grab pieces of her clothing. Florida sighed to herself. She presented Nefla with the money.

Instantly the attendant said, "You have collected five thousand, six hundred and twenty-two dollars, Mistress." Florida grinned at Runea and Falbla, who were rooted to the spot. "Does that mean I win?" she asked innocently.

— To Be Continued —

[Mr. Stone]

Very enjoyable!  Look forward to the next part.

[rodman]

Fonk, This is a short note to say that I love this story . It is one of the best muscle growth epics I've read. I love your description of Florifa's growth, power and and amazing body. This has the potential to be a real classic. I'm looking forward to the next episode. I also sense a bit of rivalry or tension between Florida and the Priestess. Please keep up the great work. I would love to see an illustrated version of the final story.
Thanks,
Rodman

[Max]

Excellent new part Fonk. I really like that you show up the sexy side that Florida have. It was amazing the way you describe her woman beauty as well as her extraordinary strength and muscles. Well done.  😉

Max

[gblock01]

Stunning! Brilliant! Magnificent! Oh… and the story was good too…  😉

[airnel]

amazing you are genius!!!

[Anonymous]

It's getting better and better!!
More challenges for the Queen of the Amazons…
Please…

[zimbra1]

I've been really loving this story, keep it up!

[Fonk]

Thanks for your continued support, guys! I hope you like this bit. I think I'm going to do two endings for the story, so keep watching this space! 😀

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The four women silently formed the circle, trying as much as possible to be in the same positions as before. Nefla intoned the magic words and teleported them all back to the temple. Runea and Falbla, naked once more, broke away from the circle. The powerful pair stepped forward to address the crowds of Amazonian women, who were waiting expectantly. The silence of the thousand waiting women was eerie.

"She has passed the second test!" they cried in unison. Instantly the familiar cheers rang around the chamber. Florida, slightly shaken from the teleportation spell this time, managed to smile at the mass of women and raise her awesome arms in celebration. When the cheers had died down, Nefla nudged her mistress. "Mistress, the next test will take time to prepare. You should rest after your exertions." Florida smiled at the priestess. "Anything you say, Nefla," she replied, bowing. Then she paused. "Where will I sleep?"

Nefla lead Florida through the hordes and down a passage the Amazonian academic had not noticed before. Though Nefla had said she must be tired, Florida felt more alive than she had ever done, filled with a seemingly infinite source of power that made her more alert and more real than ever. Her attendant stopped outside a doorway, which was covered by, appropriately enough, a royal blue curtain. She drew back the veil and beckoned to Florida to enter. The archaeologist smiled briefly, thanked Nefla, and stepped forward into the room.

To say it was sparsely furnished would be to waste an opportunity to use the word "Spartan". It contained a slab of rock which had been carved into something roughly bed-shaped if you were an eight foot Amazon and what, on closer inspection, seemed to be the fur of some monstrous creature to serve as a blanket. There was not even a window or wall hanging. Florida grinned widely: she had certainly slept on worse. Nefla stood in the doorway, waiting on her mistress, as she climbed into the bed. It was surprisingly comfortable. "What is this room, Nefla?" she asked.

"It is one of the chambers in which women competing to become Queen are housed after each test," she replied softly. "This is the most comfortable and, seeing as there is only you, I chose it," she continued simply. Sensing that Florida had no further need of her, Nefla bowed to her charge. "Good night, Mistress." "Good night, Nefla," the recumbent musclewoman replied. Despite the incredible amount of energy running through her body, Florida promptly fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning Florida awoke with a start. Someone else was in the room! Falling into instincts she didn't know she possessed, the huge historian stood up and put the intruder in an unbreakable headlock before the other person could blink. "Mistress!" came a strangled voice. "It is I, Nefla!" Florida released her and apologised profusely. The attendant, who was rubbing the soreness out of her neck, shook her head. "I apologise, I should have awoken you." She bowed, then paused and looked Florida in the face. "We have need of your skills, Mistress," she continued. "Please follow me."

Nefla promptly lead the way back into the main chamber, with her slightly puzzled mistress in tow. As the pair turned into the final corridor before the vast expanse, Florida heard the sounds of an argument echoing down the passage. She frowned and strained to hear better. One of the women seemed to be complaining that the other had stolen something from her. The built beauty turned to Nefla, who just rolled her eyes at the larger woman. Frowning yet smiling, Florida walked into the chamber.

She announced herself politely and spoke to the two women, who were both being held back by friends, their enormous bronzed muscles straining against those of their captors. "Can one of you tell me what the cause of this argument is?" she inquired. They both started shouting at the same time. Florida closed her eyes like a school teacher dealing with two particularly troublesome pupils who had gotten into a fight. "One at a time, please," Florida said, with a hint of steel in her voice. She pointed to the woman on her left and said, "You first. What is the problem that causes disharmony in the tribe?"

The woman lowered her gaze before looking Florida in the eyes with a burning passion. "Please, Mistress, she stole my baby!" The other woman's eyes narrowed. "I have done no such thing! It is she who has stolen my child!" From somewhere in the crowd that had gathered, a third woman appeared, holding a baby in a blanket who was, incredibly, sleeping through the argument. Florida walked to the third woman to look at the child. It was tiny, fragile, beautiful. She smiled at it and stroked its forehead. In response the baby gurgled but did not wake.

Then she turned to the arguing women. "One of you is the mother of this fine child. But the other is a liar and a thief. I intend to find out which is which." An idea had formed in her mind whilst she looked at the baby. She turned to the woman on her left, the one who had spoken first. She smiled her most radiant and calming smile. "What is your name?" Her gut instinct said that this was the true mother but she needed a way to show the women of the tribe that this was the case.

"Beleria, Mistress," she replied. "Beleria," Florida repeated, running a hand through the woman's thick brown hair to reassure her. "Do not be alarmed." Without warning, Florida bent down slightly and gently took Beleria's large and proud right breast in her hands. She then leaned closer and began to suckle from the stunned woman's nipple. Her milk promptly flowed into Florida's mouth. It was rich and creamy: the most delicious milk the academic Amazonian had ever tasted. There were a few gasps from the crowd but Florida carried on regardless. She let it trickle down her mouth a little to show the others that Beleria could produce it. Then she stood and looked around at the crowd.

"Beleria can produce milk," she said, making sure that they had all seen the milk on her face as proof. She turned to the other woman, wiping her mouth as she did so. "What is your name?" The second woman looked frightened. "Tanza," she said timidly. "Mistress, there is no need to suckle at my breast, for no milk flows within me." She looked wretched as she spoke but Florida gently lifted her head so that the two were looking face to face. Quietly she asked, "Why did you do it?" Tears appeared in Tanza's eyes when she had the strength to continue. "I am barren and desire a child above all things," she answered.

Florida was filled with compassion. "When I pass the third test and am crowned Queen, I will pray to the Goddess on your behalf that she might bless you with what your soul desires. For now, you must apologise to Beleria with all your heart." Tanza turned to Beleria and bowed deeply. "I am sincerely sorry for the worry that I must have caused you, Beleria." Beleria smiled. "I accept your apology, Tanza. If you wish it, you may care for the child from time to time." Tanza nodded gratefully and tried to choke back her tears. Both women smiled at each other. The woman who was holding the baby returned it to its mother as Florida smiled at them all.

All of a sudden the room was filled with cheering and celebration. Florida was stunned when all the women who could reach clapped her on the shoulder. Above the noise she heard Nefla's voice proclaim: "Florida has passed the third test! She is our Queen!" Slowly a huge smile broke over the massive woman's face. That show of wisdom had been the third test and she hadn't realised. Florida tried to make her way through to Nefla, grinning widely and thanking all the women whose paths she crossed on the way to her attendant. "It's not easy to get through a crowd when you're an eight-foot Amazon," Florida thought.

The priestess was smiling widely. "Mistress, you must stand on the altar holding this sword so that the coronation ceremony can begin!" With that, she handed Florida the same sword that she had given the first time that the two had met. Florida took the blade from her and examined it again. It was a fantastic piece of craftsmanship; a weapon worthy of the Amazonian Queen. The hordes of huge women parted to show Florida the way to the altar. She walked with a determined stride to the centre of the chamber and looked once more at the blue jewel that had started her on this amazing journey. It was glowing with such fierce light that the huge heroine got spots in front of her eyes.

Dr. Florida Crane stood before the altar and took the time to look around at the women who would soon be her subjects. She picked out the smiling faces of Runea and Falbla, along with Beleria and Tanza, who now seemed to be firm friends. Nefla was standing behind her, smiling the most of all. Florida smiled widely as she thought to herself, "This is where I am meant to be." On that thought, she raised the sword aloft. Immediately a bolt of lightning tore through the ceiling and struck her. Florida screamed.

— To Be Continued —

[Anthony Durrant]

I hope she doesn't revert back to normal!

[Author]

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