[Anonymous]

Well in my very humble opinion, You shouldn't write too much, as we can accommodate only a small faction of each part at a time. Too much pleasure and excitement can be deadly!!

[rodman]

Hi Fonk,
Bravo!, Bravo!, This is a great peace of work. I can't wait for the next part. Your growth descriptions are awesome. I'm faltered.
Thanks, Rodman

[Fonk]

Here's one I made earlier… 😉

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Familiar yet unwelcome pain charged into every cell of Florida's body as the lightning enveloped her. The Queen sank to her knees as the process that had turned her from a mousy five feet tall historian into a hulkingly muscular yet incredibly sexy eight foot Amazon kicked in again. A small part of Florida's brain was saying "More?". Another, smaller, part of her brain was saying "More!", but most of her brain was hollering with sheer agony.

Exactly like the first time, the changes came in four waves. The most painful was again the first: the increase in height. Slowly but surely Florida's torso and limbs began to stretch longer. The pain that came with this part of the transformation made Florida scream at the top of her lungs, a terrifically loud bellow of defiance that made the Amazonians closest to her clap their hands over their ears. The tribe surrounded their Queen, anxiously moving to see if they could help, but she warned them to leave her to her fate. "Stay back!" she gasped through gritted teeth, one palm flat on the floor and the other gesturing to the concerned masses to keep away.

Just as before, Florida's bones were extending to support her redesigned frame and new skin grew to cover the extra area of her spectacular form. Her colossal musculature didn't grow in proportion – that pleasure was still to come for the delectable doctor – but it did stretch to accommodate the change, which was the root cause of her current pain problem. Florida did all she could to stop or distract herself from the hurt, gritting her teeth and tossing her head wildly. Then, with as little warning as it had given of its arrival, the transformation stopped. The lightning, though, continued to zip and crackle down through the ceiling: one of nature's most beautiful sights, serving as a reminder that the huge historian had more changes to experience.

Dr. Florida Crane got to her feet once she judged that the first wave of change had completely passed over her. The phenomenal woman could now see clearly over the heads of all of the women who surrounded her, having hit a height of ten feet dead. She blinked a few times to readjust before inspecting her new frame. The normally prodigious muscles covering her body seemed to have shrunk, which surprised her. As a test Florida flexed her biceps: instead of being greeted by the familiar forty-five inch muscles, forty inch balls of power rumbled into life. The young archaeologist pouted with disappointment, but then remembered the changes that were to come and smiled wickedly.

Nefla emerged from the throngs of women to stand next to Florida. The historian now dwarfed the priestess, who was eye-level with Florida's nipples. Nefla took the Queen's right arm and raised it to the sky, her own raised arm barely reaching up to her mistress's tricep. "Queen Florida has passed through the first stage of the ceremony!" A familiar cheer rang out as Florida looked around smilingly at her tribe. "So much beauty," she thought, "so much power. It's a shame the Amazonians live in secret." The echoes of the roars were dying away when the second transforming wave began to pulse throughout Florida's body.

Her already inhumanly dense set of muscles began to thicken and swell. Once more, the growth swept up the awesome archaeologist from the feet. They expanded slightly to form a better base for the impending changes, just before the thick cords of power running down her legs bulged to even more amazing sizes. The pain was nowhere near that of the first change, allowing Florida to watch her body expand in comparative comfort. She smiled widely as her muscle-packed legs, the size of tree trunks before the coronation, swelled up to double their circumference: her calves, quads and hamstrings all packed on more and more delicious muscle. This forced the superwoman's knees further and further away from each other as both of her inordinately massive quads swelled obscenely. Each of her thighs measured just over one hundred inches around by the time the growth swept upwards.

Florida's ass proceeded to pack on more shapely muscle, rounding and plumping out her bowling ball sized glutes further. It was as if a sculptor had not been satisfied with his depiction of the perfect woman and wanted to improve it tenfold. Her glutes pumped out more and more, making her butt so big and strong that Florida could not cover one cheek with both hands, even though she tried, biting her lip lustily as she did so. The musclebound superwoman tested her tush further by prodding it with all her strength in several places. She couldn't make a dent anywhere in its beautiful smoothness. "Maybe when my arms are stronger," she thought, smiling hungrily as huge waves of desire began to flow through her.

All the Amazon's eyes were on their Queen as she grew to never-before-seen heights of strength. The lightning still surrounded the superwoman, flashing and flickering, occasionally obscuring her from the crowd's sight, but always working to turn her into something else. Florida's titanic abdominals were next on the hit-list. Unable to see the muscles swelling, the Queen ran her hands up and down her bulging stomach. Her fingers lingered as her abs, each one previously the size of a sugar bag, powered up to nearly double the size. In order to hold the unbelievable muscles in place, Florida's obliques ripped out further, veins bulging and throbbing all over to support the changes. By the time the growth left her abdomen, two amazing things had happened: the first was that Florida could hold three pencils in any of the grooves in her mid-section. The second was that her abdominal grid was so firm that it could withstand a direct hit from a tank shell. Her grape-shaped navel floated on top of the sea of outrageous muscles.

Like a flower opening, the growth spread into Florida's powerful pectorals. The already-huge muscles packed on more layers of pure, thick power, inevitably causing the Queen's impossible breasts to rise and push further from the rest of her body. Florida licked her lips as the waves of lust plugged straight into her libido. They were starting to reach a peak: her meaty hands fondled the outer rims of her gigantic globes, checking for the effects of the strength increase on the beefy muscles underneath. If the academic Amazonian had been able to witness the growth of her pecs, she would have seen them double in size. They thickened to the size of two fifty kilo bags of sand, giving the humungous historian an extra two inches of cleavage just from muscle. The line separating her pecs now ran from just below her neck.

Meanwhile, the growth was soaring up Florida's back, moulding and improving the muscles it found there to incredible sizes and mouthwatering hardness. Her lats spread wide to counterbalance the immense width of her chest, forcing her arms away from her sides, causing a mild twitch of discomfort in her shoulders in the process. Each and every muscle in her back stood out in proud relief. Florida turned her head, flicking her vast mane of hair out of the way as she did so. The changing woman stuck her butt out to see the muscles all the better, lined up and ready for her to command. She ran her hands up the massive expanse as far as she could, revelling in the sheer brawny power that she felt. The Queen bit her lip again, trying to quell the fearsome and aching need in her loins.

Sweat poured down Florida's body as the change swept on into her shoulders and neck, expanding the muscles there to match the rest of her new ultra-sized body. Her traps swelled up quickly and noticeably. The crowd watched in awe as their Queen's shoulders expanded to the width of a supertanker: somewhat smaller than the inhuman size they had reached after the first test but wide enough to stop the offensive line of any American football team in their tracks. When her traps settled down, they had become thick cords of muscle, perched like logs on her torso, almost touching the huge woman's ears. Her delts bulged up and out, rounding off the shoulders with twin boulder-sized mounds of incredible power. Again Florida felt her neck thicken up. When the magic had finished its work there, she experimentally turned her head in all directions: she still had full range of mobility. "Good," she smiled. "Now comes the fun part."

The crowning touch of the Queen's muscle growth was her arms. Florida didn't want to wait to see the effects of the growth, so she repeatedly flexed her biceps to check their changes. The comparatively disappointing forty inch muscles ballooned up with each flex, swelling from forty through fifty and then pasty sixty inches. "My God!" the bulked-up beauty said to herself, "my biceps are gonna be bigger than I used to be!" So it proved: the growth powered her biceps to a stunning seventy-five inches around. That final flex brought up huge balls of muscle comfortably bigger than her own head, shining with vascularity and looking like they were going to bust through her skin.

As the charge of power cascaded into her forearms, Florida felt her triceps: the enormous mounds of muscle she found were indelibly carved onto her body. The Queen could tell that her arms were now powerful enough to punch through anything you could put in front of her. At this point, her desire had reached boiling point. She decided to resume her butt-prodding test as a distraction: amazingly she still could not make a dent in her titanic tush. The musclebound beauty then held her arms straight out in front of her to witness the strength magic complete its work by enlarging her forearms. By this point, she was gasping and panting, trying to keep her rampaging lust in check. Her ripplingly powerful arms had taken on the thickness of tree trunks, like her legs before the second change, and her forearms bulged to follow suit. Huge veins criss-crossed their lengths. Finally the awesome archaeologist's hands expanded to complete the incredible picture.

Panting hard, having exercised all available willpower to stop herself orgasming wildly, Florida felt Nefla raise her arm again. "Queen Florida has passed through the second stage of the ceremony!" the attendant cried. The rippling royal shot an unreal double biceps pose at the crowd, turning slowly to smile at each and every stunned face in the chamber. Nefla stepped back off the altar and watched. When Florida came to rest and lowered her arms, the thunderbolt resumed its stunning work on her body. "The third change," she thought. "More beauty."

This third wave of change caused Florida little pain, but did carry huge, crashing tidal waves of lust with it. Her lush, bee-stung lips plumped further up, turning a deep scarlet as they did so. Again her face slightly rearranged itself, making her cheekbones even more prominent, but this time softening out her jaw. Florida licked her new, fuller lips, trying desperately to prevent her fingers drifting down to her pussy as her desire built. Her deep brown hair lengthened further, reaching down from the middle of her torso to just beneath her knees. It changed from its gorgeous chocolate-brown colour to jet black, but continued to sparkle and shimmer in the light cast by the bolt of lightning.

Just then Florida got the sensation of something being in her eyes: she blinked furiously and rubbed them, but there was nothing there. It was merely the transforming magic, turning her eyes from deep brown to a jaw-dropping lagoon blue. Her hips widened, giving her back the luscious curves that had adorned her brilliant body before the coronation. Florida put her hands on her hips to feel them expand. Frowning slightly, she reached up to trace the grooves of her abdomen, but they did not shrink at all. "Guess it's all magic," Florida grinned to herself. Next she felt the curious sensation of her vaginal muscles strengthening further. She couldn't stop herself giggling: "It tickles!" The final work of the third change, however, brought the huge historian to her knees.

Florida felt a tingle in her chest. "They can't get bigger," she wondered aloud, but the answer came quickly. The stunning goddess stared down in amazement as her beachball-sized breasts began to bulge. They reached, and passed, one metre in diameter. The gigantic globes grew on and a few thick blue veins began to ripple across their surfaces. Florida's dusky brown nipples joined in on the action: they doubled in length and became permanently erect, as long as pencils but as thick as shot glasses. Her areolae spread across the rapidly-enlarging surface of her mounds, from a comparatively small saucer size to the size of Frisbees.

The Amazonian academic was having real trouble keeping herself from orgasming, something she understandably wasn't keen on doing at her coronation. When the third change was over, Florida's breasts were like some figment of a wet dream. They bulged out to a maximum of four feet away – plus her nipples – from her torso, but were totally free of sag thanks to her astounding pectorals. They simply floated in front of her, thick hard nipples pointing upwards at a twenty degree angle. Even with her arms by her sides, the incredible curves of Florida's breasts could be seen from behind, bulging round the sides of her body. Having somehow resisted exploding and got her breath back, Florida grinned when she realised that any two of the girls could have stood up straight under her phenomenal mammaries.

The lightning still flowed around Florida as Nefla raised her arm once more: "Queen Florida has passed through the third stage of the ceremony!" Full of energy and excitement, Florida smiled and urged the hordes of Amazonians surrounding her into louder and louder cheers of joy. Briefly the blue jewel in the centre of the altar came into her line of vision, making Florida wonder where the power came from. The ceremony was not yet complete, though: Dr. Florida Crane had the final transformation to endure before she could begin her reign as Queen of the Amazons.

Fourthly and finally, Florida's brain went through an incredible workout of its own. Before the ceremony had begun, the awesome archaeologist had an IQ just in excess of two hundred, placing her amongst the top 0.001%. As the lightning zipped and sizzled around her, Florida's IQ soared to three hundred and fifty, making her the most intelligent person who had ever lived. The Queen's jaw dropped as many of the mysteries of the universe came within her grasp. As well as increasing her intelligence, the fourth change gave her uncanny intuition, excellent planning skills, unparalleled confidence, the ability to speak all known languages and a photographic memory. On top of that, it unlocked all the memories she had ever had, including the memories all of the previous Queens.

The lightning that had bathed Florida for the last ten minutes disappeared in a blinding flash. When the tribe's eyes had readjusted to the light in the chamber, their new Queen was standing proudly in the middle of the chamber, a beatific expression on her delectable features. The headdress of the Queen of the Amazons sat on her head, the colours of the feathers dancing from gold to red to green to blue and many more. Nefla raised her mistress's arm for the final time and cried: "The coronation ceremony is over! Long live Queen Florida!" The tribe echoed the priestess's cheer. Florida blinked slowly. She stood on top of the altar and addressed the crowd once they had quietened down. She was the embodiment of feminine power: hulkingly colossal strength combined with dazzlingly radiant beauty and an awe-inspiringly huge intellect.

"My friends!" she cried. "For that is what you are: treat me not as a ruler but as an equal. So, my friends, we have lived long in the shadows! Our way of life is a humble but rewarding one. I have decided that it is our duty, if not our destiny, to take this way of life to the outside world. We can bring peace where there is war, healing where there is pain and repair where there is destruction. We must bring our ideals to mankind and make them their ideals too!"

— To Be Continued —

OK! I've got a little time off coming up, so hopefully I can get a couple more parts out then. Thanks again for all your support! 😀

[Mr. Stone]

No complaints here.  This turning out to be a wonderful read.  I'm a fan of 7A myself, but I can see it going both ways.  Great work!

[AbyssPlanet]

For some reason I never bothered to read this thread.
I have no idea why, because this is absolutely amazing stuff. "Instant classic" would be an accurate description of this story. Excellent work!

[Max]

Excellent paths for this terrific story. I'm very curious about what will happen in path A, but I can't avoid wonder how much we can see of path B

Great story Fonk. Good luck with the following parts.

Max

[gblock01]

Sometimes, we don't get what we want. Sometimes, we do. But for the love of all that is holy, that was more than I could have hoped for! I'm thinking that I'm liking this new storyline better than the other… at least at this point anyway. Keep it up!

[Axel3.14]

Fight Florida, for everlasting peace!

This story started with a tantalizing hook and didn't peter one step!  Marvelous!

[Fonk]

It's Valentine's Day today – if you've got an SO, make sure they know you love them!

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As the Goddess's words were echoing, Florida felt the rent in her back knit together and heal perfectly, as if her treacherous attendant had never plunged a six-inch blade into her body at all. She breathed a small sigh of relief: now she just had to contend with the fact that she was about to fight to the death with an insane woman fourteen inches taller than her, around a hundred and twenty pounds heavier, as well as far, far stronger and smarter, with the only escape route being plunging to certain death on the rocks a thousand feet below.

Initially the two circled each other, like cats fighting for territory. "Think, Crane!" the gorgeous goliath urged herself. "How can you change this situation to your advantage? What do you have that she doesn't?" A smartass part of her brain replied: "Sanity." Whilst these thoughts were running through her mind, Nefla spoke. "So, it has come to this, little mouse," she drawled. "I had hoped to murder you in your bed before the third test. It would certainly have saved me a lot of trouble," she continued reflectively. "However, this way is going to be so much more fun for both of us." The madwoman took a step towards Florida, who carefully stepped back to keep the distance between them.

"Ha!" Nefla crowed. "Here you are, more powerful than you could ever have dreamed of being, and yet you are afraid of me." She lowered her voice to a menacing growl: "You are right to be afraid, little mouse. I am going to tear you limb from limb and I – will – enjoy – it." Florida couldn't suppress a shudder, and it was then that Nefla launched her attack. With blinding speed, she charged the would-be Queen and grabbed her around the waist. Florida was caught totally unawares; Nefla lifted her off her feet and, in a move straight out of a wrestling match, lifted Florida over her shoulder and threw her onto the floor. The ravishing researcher recovered enough to land a blow with her mighty right fist on Nefla's back as she arced through the air, forcing the other woman to her knees. That bought Florida some vital recovery time.

In a flash, both women were up on their feet and circling each other again. Their bodies recovered within seconds. "It looks like I underestimated you, old hag," Florida taunted, attempting to get her psychology in first this time. Nefla, though, merely laughed. "Ha! Is that the best you can do, little mouse? If your fighting is anything like your bantering, this will not take anywhere near as long as I thought." She paused for effect. "And I do not think that you will last another minute."

Florida rolled her eyes and tried again. "You would be nothing without me," she whispered. "A servant's name, rotting in the dust. You cheated me out of the prize that I earned. I created you." Nefla stared directly into Florida's eyes for a moment. Florida returned the glare unflinchingly. "Earned?!" her opponent spat. "You lifted a pebble, flashed your ugly fat tits and settled a staged argument that even a child could have figured out. You may indeed have created me," Nefla conceded, "but I will destroy you."

The mad musclewoman hurtled toward Florida again, but the huge heroine anticipated the move and side-stepped. She launched a roundhouse kick at Nefla but, having missed, the twisted titaness kept on running and Florida's kick did not find its target. In the split-second it took the awesome Amazon to land and readjust herself, Nefla was on her, a muscle-packed arm wrapped around her throat. "Servant, am I?" she hissed in her enemy's ear as she forced the huge historian to her knees. Nefla began to squeeze mercilessly, her prodigious muscles swelling with the effort. Florida's right hand clawed at Nefla's immovable arm whilst her left battered the priestess's body repeatedly down the abdomen. Though punching Nefla's stomach was like hitting thick concrete, Florida kept up her assault, which only made her foe squeeze harder. Florida's blows gradually weakened, ending up as light taps on Nefla's mid-section. Within a minute she had stopped moving altogether and gone limp.

Instantly Nefla's mouth curled into an evil-looking grin of triumph. She released her prey, watching gleefully as the defeated doctor slumped to the floor. The priestess laughed, putting her hands on her hips. "Well, little mouse, looks like the eagle has swallowed you whole," she gloated. She stepped over Florida's fallen yet flawless body. "I promised to tear you limb from limb, did I not?" The insane strongwoman licked her lips at the prospect. As she leaned over to pick Florida up by the foot, the apparently beaten beauty's eyes opened and she swept the traitor's feet clean away. Nefla fell forward and Florida punched upwards with her left, connecting with her opponent's massive right breast. The blow knocked Nefla onto her butt ten feet away.

As Nefla flew through the air, Florida righted herself and moved quickly to the spot at which she predicted her enemy would land. Nefla landed face-up in a spray of dirt, an ugly bruise forming on her boob. Before she could react, Florida was on her, literally – she straddled the priestess' stomach, pinning her in place. Florida began to punch Nefla hard in the face before she had a chance to free herself. Twin towering fists slammed repeatedly into her foe's head with astounding speed, blurring through the air. Within a couple of seconds, the academic Amazonian had hit her opponent eight times; however, Nefla had started to land some blows of her own onto Florida's stomach. The fallen Amazon began to get into an attacking rhythm, keeping pace with her enemy's attacks.

The sky darkened as four arms worked tirelessly, both women trying to cause the most pain to her rival. Nefla's face had erupted into a series of blackening bruises under Florida's onslaught, but this had not distracted her. In turn, the madwoman's punches had turned the would-be Queen's stomach into a sea of pain, but Florida kept to her task. After five minutes and the trading of well over two thousand blows, neither woman had gained the upper hand. What Florida did not realise was that, although Nefla appeared to be using a lot of energy, she was in fact not working at her maximum. She was using the time to recuperate. On the five-minute mark Nefla put all her remaining strength into one tremendous upper-cut – as much as it was possible, given her position – to Florida's abdomen. The gorgeous goliath was lifted into the air with the power of the punch and fell on her back a few feet away.

Immediately Nefla stood up and strutted toward her enemy, who was staying down. Dr. Florida Crane lay, dazed and winded, on the rough ground. Cliché would suggest that she should say something like "Did anyone get the number of that bus?" but she stayed silent as Nefla towered over her. Florida looked up into her opponent's face. It was a black, yellow and green mess: she had beaten all the beauty out of it. Nefla looked as angry as Hell, her gorgeous mask having slipped to reveal the geyser of insane anger that bubbled underneath. The priestess spat blood into Florida's face and then, quick as lightning, punched the beaten babe in the face with such force that her head sank five inches into the dirt. She repeated the feat with the rest of Florida's frame, until the whole of her foe's body had been imprinted on the dirt. Bruises bloomed where her fists had landed.

"You tricked me, little mouse," Nefla growled. "I will make sure that it is the last thing that you ever do." Pride stopped Florida from replying. "Looks like this is the end, Crane," the delectable doctor said to herself. "It's been fun." Then Florida's determination rose like a phoenix in her mind. "No. I will not be beaten by her. I just need to think of…" And then the plan came. It was so simple that she gasped in surprise. As Florida formed and refined her idea, Nefla dug out a massive boulder from the ground ten metres away. When she had finished her task, she lifted it easily over her head in both hands with a grunt and turned to Florida. "I am going to crush you now," the victorious vixen growled.

As Nefla prepared to throw the rock onto Florida's beaten body, the latter began to put her own plan into action. The Amazonian academic threw a handful of dirt into Nefla's eyes. The powerful priestess let out a gasp of rage and let go of the boulder to wipe her eyes. Ordinarily, Nefla would have suspended the laws of physics to do this; however, deprived of her magic powers, the rock fell onto her head and broke into pieces. The attendant fall to the ground, stunned. Florida grinned. "Phase One complete," she said to herself. "Now to put Phase Two into action."

Nefla roared with impotent rage as she picked herself up. "Do not think that you have defeated me, little mouse!" she screamed, the insanity all too evident in her voice. "I will still crush you!" She was tottering blindly towards where she had left Florida, still trying to remove the dust from her eyes. The massive musclewoman was no longer there and Nefla tripped over the hole she had left. In fact, Florida was running at her top speed for the edge of the mountain-top, fists and legs pumping in perfect time. She didn't make any reply, despite a burning desire to do so, as she reached the edge and jumped over the side of the cliff.

— To Be Continued —

Thanks for your continued support, everyone! 😀

[gblock01]

This can only be described as a cat fight of Dragon Ball Z proportions. Wonderful fight scene. I hope that I will be able to see the rest of her plan soon, because jumping off the cliff seems a little strange.

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