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MightyMuscleMaiden
By Ratlaf

“MightyMuscleMaiden?? On mySpace?? I’d better check that out,” I said to myself not even realizing that I’m in the habit of talking to myself.

When the page came up it featured the cutest girl!  She had a very elf like face with an adorable smile, cute pointed nose, her beautiful dark brown hair cut short around her ears.  The music thing began playing Michael Franti followed by Grant Sabin, and The Jack Trades.  She also had a boatload of friends who were constantly posting comments and pictures and yet none of them mentioned anything about muscles or strength, which was a bit surprising given her log-in. 

Still, I decided to investigate further and checked out her pictures, especially since I was here to meet someone like her, presumably…  Her pics featured a petite hottie with a body to die for.  She was quite well endowed which made her bikini picture in Aruba look amazing.  She had a seriously sweet ass which made her hiking pictures incredible.  And everything in between was cute, fit, and incredible making her a perfect little package.

That was the trouble though, little.  It appeared that she was only about 5’2” and maybe 110 pounds.  “So why MightyMuscleMaiden??” I asked the computer.  It answered by showing me the pictures on her second page and my jaw dropped, my eyes popped out of my head, and a circus tent the likes of which I didn’t think I was possible of, appeared out of my pants.

The second page of pictures were all photomanipulations of the same girl but with a totally different body.  The body of my dreams actually, and hers too apparently.  In these pictures she had transformed herself, via a computer program of some sorts, into an incredibly tall, I’d say at least eight feet tall, incredibly muscular woman.  She had so much muscle bursting from her frame that she’d totally out-muscle any man on the planet, if the pictures were real, that is, and if men were capable of growing to eight feet tall…

The weird thing was that the pictures featured some of the same locations and outfits from the first page.  Of course!  She just took one of those images and replaced herself with her ideal body.  “Either way I have to meet this girl because she wants what I want, an incredibly muscular giantess!  Hmmm, where’s her contact, oh here we go…”  and so I proceeded to craft a letter to her, trying to introduce myself and compliment her on her beauty and her artistic talent, hinting that I really do enjoy her photosimulations of herself as a hyper muscular giantess, and wasn’t turned off by them at all.

Finally the letter was done and I hit send.  Then I frantically downloaded all her pics and to my shame, fell asleep after coming to one of the best images where she’s holding one of her guy friends in the air with one muscle packed arm, while holding his motorcyle in her other hand.  You could almost tell where the splices had been, but all the pictures were so incredibly well done that, had they not shown the impossible, I would’ve thought they were real pictures…

The next morning I checked my e-mail and lo and behold, there was already a response from MightyMuscleMaiden:

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‘Hey there cutie! Wow, thanks for sending me such a long and careful introduction of yourself.  You must really want to meet me if you’re willing to put that much time and effort into crafting a letter like that!  Not everyone who writes me can spell or write a complete sentence, let alone a whole paragraph followed by another, and another… 😉

Anyway, I’m Carly, and I’m a smart, sexy, bubbly, hottie looking for the man of her dreams.  At least that’s what all my friends say.  I will say that it’ll definitely take an uncommon man to be able to handle me…  They also say that I’m quite the catch for the man persistent and patient enough to catch me, to want me in the first place…

Hmmm, so you like my “artwork” eh?  Well now… why would a man want a woman who is at least two feet taller than him and at least twenty times stronger than him?  A woman who can lift an SUV with one hand, while ravishing her man with the other.  A woman with so much muscle that it boggles the imagination.  I know why I “created” and posted those pics but I want to know why you like them?

In any case you’d better write back because otherwise I’ll come over there and pick you up and bear hug a response out of you with just one of my suder-duper hyper muscular arms…!  Just kidding.  😉  Bye!

Carly!’
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“Duuude….” I said.  I immediately set to work crafting a response to her questions being very clear and careful to describe exactly why I find tall muscular women to be so incredibly attractive, so desireable, so mesmerizing.  I was about 45 minutes late to work but it was totally worth it because by lunch she’d replied again!

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‘Hey there Marky-Mark, where’s your funky bunch…? (tee hee) I’m a bit of a goofball, don’t mind me.

Crazy that you are the way you are…  It’s kind of the same with me.  Hmm, you might just be a keeper, but I won’t rush to judgment on that just yet, you’ve got to prove yourself first, you’ve got to be able to keep up with a cutie like me with waaaaayyyy too much energy to burn.

So, final test before you try to pick me up for Coffee (if I don’t pick you up first, with one hand, to my twelve foot height, tee hee…), check out my videos and we’ll see if you show up to Pikes Perk at 7 tomorrow night…

Bye my potential Jack to his Giantess… 😉
Carly!’

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very good start (even if 12 feet hight is too much for me) ! ::)

a pity you forget to post the videos !!  ;D ;D

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Here's video #1:  ;D

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Her photomanipulations of herself only vaguely prepared me for her videos, which were posted on YouTube.  I found that strange because I hadn’t come across her videos yet and by all logic given my internet habits, I should have.

They were obviously backyard/home computer productions, yet still edited together nicely with top notch special effects.  The first one I watched, featured Carly and a few friends of hers sunning themselves next to a pool and chatting.  She had on a crazy sexy bikini that showed off her rack and ass nicely. Suddenly, Carly leapt up and with a sweet musical bubbly voice that totally matched the way she typed, she dragged her friends into the pool.

Once in the water you couldn’t really see her body because of the refraction, but it seemed that she became bigger somehow.  She also claimed that she could almost reach the bottom while she was in the deep end.  I could see that it said 12 Ft. 

The moment that totally unhinged every part of my body was when she swam/walked back into the shallow end.  As she moved to the shallow end, more and more of her body was being revealled and the water was revealing a body of such impossible musculature that I could barely believe my eyes.  She was also much, much taller and by the time she was in the shallow end the water only came up to the middle of her calves that were each the size of a beach ball.

Not only was I amazed at the sheer size and bulk of her gigantic body and musculature, but also the special effects used to create this mighty muscle maiden.  Especially since her friends, who were easilly only half her size, kept coming in front of and behind her as they enjoyed the water.  That video ended with her doing a double biceps pose directly down at the camera.  A double biceps pose that would’ve driven the Greeks and the Trojans to a war thrice the size and intensity of the one that Helen caused…  Yowza!!!

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Video #2:

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I had to see the other videos!  There were only three total and the next one said “Night Club.”

“Dude!” I said as I saw what she was wearing as she was talking with her friends near the back of a swanky night club.  She had on a tiny sparkling gold halter top attached only with the thinnest strings possible, covering only her tight tummy and a portion of her full breasts which were showing cleavage any man would love to get lost in.  Her pants were black dress pants so tight they looked like she’d been sewn into them, and 6” black platform sandals brought her 5’2 up to a respectable 5’8”.  Even with the shoes you could still tell how petite, and incredibly hot she was.

The video showed them talking and then cut to a point where this guy and his two friends walked up and began to hit on Carly and her friends.  Very quickly it became clear that they were total assholes, and given the fact that all of them were at least 6’6” and built like football players, I wasn’t surprised.  Carly told them to go away and the biggest of them challenged her.

“If you can beat me at arm wrestling we’ll leave you alone!”

“You’re on!” she said defiantly.

All the guys laughed.  “You think you have a chance against this?” he asked flexing a sizeable arm that appeared to be more fat than muscle, but to be that size had to have a certain amount of strength in it.

“You tell me…  Oh!  Look at her!  Her top just came off!” Carly said pointing and distracting them.  While the jocks were looking for the topless babe, Carly suddenly grew to his height.  It was so quick that I would’ve sworn there was a cut in there but with her heels she was now as tall as him!

“What the hell!”  I though you were a short little piece of ass-“

“Have another drink on me.” she cut across him, a look of pure venom on her face.  When the shots arrived Carly lifted hers up and while the guys were hitting them back, she shot up another six inches and now towered over the guy.  She was still as skinny as at her 5’2” height, but now, at 6’6” plus her 6” heels she was a towering beauty that totally dropped the jaws of the three assholes.

“Are you some kind of freak or something? What the hell’s going on…?”

“I just think you had too much to drink and though we were easy prey.  I must’ve been sitting down before and you didn’t notice or realize that I’m a beautiful woman who’s much taller than you and way stronger than you’ll ever be.”  Carly said teasingly as she looked down from her now lofty height.

“Heh, your arms are still the twigs they were before.”

“You mean these arms?” Carly asked as she began to inflate with muscle.  Inflate was really the best word, the only word, to describe how she grew bigger and more muscular.  It also looked a bit cheesy like the special effects program had trouble rendering the morph that was taking place.  Yet still the morph looked so real I wondered what program they were using to make these videos.  They really did look very real…!

Within a minute she had inflated with muscle to the point where her arm was easily bigger than his, yet it was clear that all of her arm was muscle, and she hadn’t even flexed yet!  She put her arm on the tall table where their drinks were resting, in the classic arm wrestling pose, and she flexed her bicep which expanded and grew to what looked like the size of a cantaloupe, and that was just her bicep.  With a gulp he walked over to the table, totally in a drunken daze and took the competing position, knowing that he had no chance against an arm this muscular, but too full of manly pride to back down, and too confused at how a petite hottie could actually be this muscled giantess and how he and his friends didn’t notice that before…

As expected he stood no chance against her.  After toying with him for a bit she brought his hand gently to the table and before he could escape, she grabbed him by his neck with her other hand and stood up.  She was even bigger now, and way more muscular and as she held him out at arms length, making him look as small as she did when originally compared to him, she said: “Now, be a good boy and do as you said you would, leave us alone!”  You could see her forearms flex a little as she tightened her grip on his neck.

When she set him down he wheezed as he scuttled off with his friends while the camera followed them to the door.  When the camera panned back to the group of giggling girls, without cutting, Carly was back to her normal size, and because the club was so dark and crowded, no-one else seemed to have noticed a muscle bound giantess just school a group of massive guys.  That, along with the fact that all this was impossible anyway, led me to conclude that the videos weren’t real and just very skillfully crafted on a home computer.

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“Wow, crazy video!” I said to myself.  “How the hell did they do that?”  I had to check out the last one which said “Clothes Shopping”

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Good stuff!  I can't wait to see what happens in "Clothes Shopping".

[ratlaf]

Don't know if it'll live up to the hype but here's the next video.  Don't worry, the story continues very very well after viewing the videos…  ;D

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This video started with the classic opening shot of a group of hotties walking in a Mall.  From behind…  I could spot Carly right away because she was the shortest, had that cute bobbed haircut, and her ass looked so sweet and scrumptious in the white shorts she was wearing.  White shorts that barely covered her ass and not much more.  The green halter top she was wearing showed off most of her toned back and just the top of a tattoo of a super-duper hyper muscular and crazy sexy woman in a double biceps pose.  Assumedly this was a tattoo of Carly as she truly wants to be, given all the work she’s put into transforming herself.  In the computer anyways…

The girls were chatting away, and as they walked, (as I stared, hypnotized by the motion of her walk which had captured me like the stare of a snake) they entered a clothing store and began to browse.

A store assistant came over and began to help Carly in matching outfits and after a few minutes she had several to try on.  The assistant, and the camera, followed Carly over to the changing rooms and once she was in the room the camera became very stationary.    Then Carly’s bubbly voice floated out of the changing room: “Nope, this one’s way too small.”

As she said this she opened the door to reveal that her bugling muscles had totally ripped apart the outfit from the micro jeans skirt to the tube top barely holding on to a musculature totally impossible on any normal human!  She struck a few poses and the movement and expansion of her muscles was totally unreal.  It looked like her bicep alone was bigger than her head!

“Let me try the longer formal dress,” she gushed as she squeezed her bulk back inside.  “Hmmm,” then a totally out of control giggle, “This one’s a bit better but it’s way too short for me.”

This time when she opened the door she had to duck under the door frame and when she stood up her head nearly brushed the ceiling.  She was gigantic and the wide eyed assistant only came up to the bottom her full round breasts.  The evening gown she was wearing, which would’ve reached her ankles at her normal size, barely covered her decently.  In fact I thought I caught a glimpse of a pair of black lace panties that instantly made my whole body shudder with desire.

“Let me try the farm girl overalls!” she squealed as she pulled a pair of overalls that would be gigantic on her petite self, but I had a feeling would fit perfectly.  Just a little later she revealed herself again, this time at both her inhuman muscularity and gigantic height. 

She could barely fit through the doorway and I even noticed that the frame cracked a bit when she shoved her shoulders through!  Damn, those overalls looked good on her!  They were stretched to their breaking point by huge, rock hard, feminine muscle all over her incredibly tall body! 

More and more I began to suspect that what I was watching was really real, but how was that possible?  An incredibly beautiful woman who could grow incredibly tall and or muscular at will and no one in the circle of Women’s Bodybuilding, FMG, GTS etc knew about her at all.  Actually, no one in the world knew about her!!

Still, it was amazing what could be accomplished with basic special effects these days so I wasn’t going to get my hopes up and even if these videos, and the photo-manipulations, weren’t real, Carly still wanted them to be real, and she is totally comfortable with the concept of a woman being stronger than her man, which is really the foundation of the relationship I was looking for with a woman.

I was definitely going to meet her for coffee tomorrow night!!

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More and more…  ;D

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    I was a total mess at work the next day.  Not only was my date with Carly looming huge in the front of my mind, she kept sending me teasing text messages throughout the day.  Nothing long, just little one liners like: “Oooo, this “I” beam is sooo light I don’t even need two hands to set it into place…”  Or: “Our crane just broke so I had to move the three ton boulders into place all by myself… ;-)”  and even: “Ooops, I just dropped the thirty foot tall tree we were re-planting…”

I didn’t know if she worked construction, or if she was just being a goofball as she put it.  Either way she was totally driving me insane and I could tell she was enjoying it because every time I responded, pleading for her to stop torturing me, she’d send me another totally impossible feat she’d just performed at their current job site.  She even sent me a picture of her wearing her hard hat, tool belt and work boots, towering head and shoulders over all the guys and bulging with more muscle than three Mr. Olympians combined!!

Wow, what a woman!!

Finally the end of the work day and suddenly I’m totally panicking because, what if she doesn’t like me, what if I can’t keep up with her boundless energy, what if I can’t handle her!!???  I’d hate to miss out on a perfect opportunity like this, so, totally terrified that I was going to fuck up, I headed out to meet the woman of my dreams, I hope!

I was so freaked out I got there almost 20 minutes early, and she was already there with one of her girlfriends I recognized from the videos.  Egad!  They were both total hotties but there was something about Carly, a mysterious energy that set her well apart from her friend.

“Oooh!  There he is!  Over here Marky Mark!” she said waving her thin petite arm.  “You were right LeeAnn, he looks terrified.  What’s to be scared of, I’m just a frail little girl?  Isn’t that right Mark!?”

“Uh, I’m not going to make the mistake of assuming that.  Women are fierce primal creatures whom I fear and respect.  But I also can’t live without you so here I am…”

“Woah, did you hear LeeAnn, he used ‘whom’ in a sentence correctly!  You’re right, he just might be a keeper, we’ll see how well he survives tonight.  If he still wants me after I’m done with him,” she said giving me the most predatory, flirtatious look imaginable, “then I’ll know for sure.”

“Well, enjoy yourselves you two,” LeeAnn said making her exit, “good luck Mark…”

My coffee arrived and we began chatting.  Or well, she began chatting and I listened until I had something to say.  When I did she gave me her complete attention and when I was done she began chatting away again.  She did have gobs of energy which was quite infectious, I was quickly having the time of my life, laughing with her stories, making her smile and laugh. 

A strange thing was happening though.  As we talked it seemed that I had to keep sitting up straight just to look her in the eyes.  Very soon, no matter how straight I sat up I was definitely looking up at her.

“Wait a sec Carly!  Stand up for me will you?”

“Sure thing sexy!” and she did and she was 5’2” tall, petite, and totally smokin’ hot!  “Like what you see?” she asked pirouetting in her denim micro skirt and white halter top.  I caught a flash of that tattoo on the small of her back.

“Definitely!” I tried to hide the note of disappointment in my voice.  With a knowing smile and a look of complete happiness on her face she sat down again and began chatting away.

“When did you get that tattoo?” I asked a while later.

“Oh that!  It’s actually a birthmark.  It showed up in Middle School and the doctors said that can happen sometimes,” for some reason I thought she wasn’t telling me the whole truth.

“Oh, any idea why it’s shaped like a massive woman bodybuilder?”

“Is that what you see?  Wow!  No one’s ever said that before, it just kind of looks like a blob to most people.  Hmmm, very interesting!”

“While we’re on the subject, how did you make those videos, and those pictures, and why?”

“You obviously liked them, otherwise you wouldn’t be here totally terrified I’m going to sprout muscles all over my body and totally ravish you with one hand.  Mmmm, I haven’t done that to a man in a while.  That’d be nice, especially a sexy man like you!” she said, looking at me with that same predatory, teasing look in her eyes.

“There you go again, torturing me like you did all day with your construction site stories!”

“Well, they turned you on, didn’t they??!!”

“Oh yeah!”

“Well, it turns me on too, thinking that I have the strength and power to totally overpower you smelly, dirty, irresistible men.  I like it, and finding a guy who likes it too is really hard.  But we’re getting ahead of ourselves here.  You still have to prove that you can keep up with me.  Come on, let’s go!”

With that she leapt up, grabbed my wrist and totally dragged me up onto my feet and out of the coffee shop.  There was no question at all of resisting her because it felt like she was in total control.  We got to her car and she opened the drivers side door, then turned to me, handed me the keys and said; “Drive!”

She gleefully bounded around to the passenger seat and I made sure I was seated with the door closed and belted up before she could close her door.  By the time she had the door closed I had the engine going, and by the time she was belted up I was coaxing her souped up WRX to leap out of it’s confining parking space and down the nearest alley because the next light was red.

I was given very specific instructions, and along with having been a racecar driver in a previous life, was determined to follow them to the letter.  I even had a vague idea of where to go and when I turned towards the mountains, I could see the smile light up her face and eyes making her look angelic.

We left the asphalt behind five minutes later (it would normally have taken 15 but her speed trap sensor was top of the line) and were winding our way up the suicidaly windy mountain road to the overlook we both knew was where we were supposed to be.  I was pushing her car to it’s max, using the e-brake, the Nox, and I could tell she was enjoying it.

Again something strange was happening out of the corner of my eye.  At these speeds I had to pay attention but I could tell that she somehow looked much, much bigger.  Especially when I’d take an especially sharp turn, the arm she’d use to brace herself seemed to be gigantic.  She seemed to be bulging with muscle beyond comprehension!  But that was only through the corner of my eyes, I could very well have been wishing and imagining it.

On a straight away, I pushed her car well over 70 and took a look at her and I saw a petite gorgeous woman having the time of her life.  Petite…

At the overlook I swung the car around, hit the brakes, and slid to a stop giving her a perfect view of the city lights so very far below us.  Also, if she tried to get out she’d have only a couple of inches of flat ground to stand on, otherwise she’d plummet straight down the mountain.

She had nowhere to go except towards me, and with a fierceness I knew she had in her, she leapt into my lap and we began making out like crazed teenagers.  Wow, she was amazing.  She also had me trapped.  I couldn’t go anywhere because she was in my lap and I totally enjoyed it.  My hands were roaming all over her body, and while I wasn’t grabbing her ass just yet, I knew it wouldn’t be long until she’d let me.

The next thing I knew she’d taken both my hands in hers and held them over my head, pinning me to the seat so that she could do what she liked.  I couldn’t move and suddenly being pinned by this amazing woman made me whimper with pleasure and desire.

“Oooh, I think he likes a forceful woman.  Let’s see if you can escape now little man.” she purred as she let go with one hand and held both my hands with one of hers.  I tried and found I still couldn’t move.  She had me totally immobilized with one hand, and not a muscle on her thin arm was flexed!

I moaned with pleasure and tried again and this time I could escape, but it almost felt like she let me.  That drove me even more wild for her and this time I took over.  I opened the door, lifted both of us out and pinned her to the side of her car before she’d even realized the tables were turned.

This time it was her turn to melt in my arms.  “Oooh, it looks like she likes a man to take charge.  Let’s see if you can resist my power over you now?”  I snarled as I doubled my passionate attack on her.  She totally lost her mind and gave herself to the moment.

Again, something weird began happening.  She began to get heavier and heavier until with a little bump, my strength gave out and she dropped down to the ground.  Although she didn’t go down, she actually seemed to be standing up at first, way up, but then she recovered her balance and looked up at me from her usual petite height.

We were both totally shaken that we’d let ourselves go so easily and so quickly with each other.  We’d just met two hours ago!

“Wow!  Um, don’t take this the wrong way but that’s never happened to me before.”

“Me neither…  Um, why don’t we just sit on the hood of your awesome car and look at the view for a bit.”

“Hmmm? What? Oh yeah, that sounds good.” she muttered as we sat down and she absently nestled her body fully against mine.  I put my arm around her and the feeling of being held, of being enveloped and comforted seemed to calm her down quite a bit.

“Wow, I never thought I’d be so lucky…” she said absently.

“What was that?” I’d only been half listening, thinking the same thing.

“Oh!  Did I say that out loud?  I… well… yeah, I guess I did.  I’ve this habit of-“

“-talking to yourself?  I know all about it.”

“Really?!  You do too?  OK, I feel better knowing I’m not the only crazy one here…”

“Don’t you worry, we’re both totally looney!”

Her musical laugh burst out of her and the awkwardness from the moment before popped like a soap bubble.

“See this is the good stuff we should be learning about each other, not just the parts that come naturally to a man like you who likes incredibly tall, ginormously muscular women like me…” she trailed off with a vacant look on her face.  I knew the look because it was the same one I had.  We were both imagining what it would be like if she were twice my height with muscles beyond comprehension.  “Hey, lets go for a hike!” she suggested totally out of the blue.

“Now!?  Sure, I guess, where to?  Do you have a headlamp or something?”

“Oh we won’t need one where we’re going.  Besides there’s a moon tonight…”

“Lead on fearless looney!”

She laughed again and it was like a choir of angels singing in my ears.  The next thing I knew I was struggling to keep up with her up this crazy steep trail that I ran on a regular basis!  She was just bounding away, up the trail, not even breathing hard, totally leaving me in the dust.  She’d wait for me on occasions, and even waited behind a shrub once and pounced on me like a wild animal.  Ten hot steamy minutes later we were on our way up again.

When I reached the overlook she was standing on the rock at the end and she looked gigantic!  Her sillhouette looked like she was easilly twice as tall as me, and it seemed that she was bluging with muscles on top of muscles on top of muscles. 

The moon was rising behind her and outlined her body perfectly.  I could see her bobbed hairstyle cascade down from her head but instead of a slender neck she had two monster traps that rose almost up to her ears.  The swell of her traps gracefully curved down to a pair of shoulders that seemed wider than her car, each deltoid looked to be bigger than a soccer ball.  Her arms exploded out of her shoulders with mass that rivalled my entire body.  The “V” taper of her back, which looked to be bigger than a king size bed, was extreme as her waist was only about as wide as my shoulders.  The explosion of muscle that was her ass created two globes bigger and rounder than any porn stars’ rack, yet all rock solid muscle and still well above my eye level.  If her arms had exploded out of her shoulders, her legs totally obliterated the universe as they flexed and bulged with unimaginable power while she shifted her wieght, standing there, waiting for me.

As I got closer to her though, she seemed to shrink and regained her usual proportions by the time I’d walked out to her.  I wrote it off as a trick of the moonlight and my imagination, although the illusion had made me fully hard for her. 

I came up behind her and put my arms around her.  She squirmed with pleasure and again nestled her whole body as close to mine as possible, feeling my arousal, knowing she was the cause of it.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” she asked.

“It sure it, and the view is nice too…”

“Oh!!  You rascal you, I’ll get you later for that!”

“Yeah you will…”

“Mmmm, where did you come from my amazing man?” she asked turning around and pulling me down for a kiss.  As the kiss intensified I suddenly realized I no longer had to lean down to kiss her, which made the kiss that much more intense.  Then I realized that I was leaning up to kiss her and that she was the one leaning down and I totally went crazy.  But when we surfaced for air, and it took a second for the stars to leave my eyes and the dizziness to pass, I saw that she was still just as short as ever.

What was going on here?  Was she playing with me, or did my deepest darkest desires, mirrored in Carly, reder my senses and judgment blurry?  Was I just seeing and experiencing what I wanted?

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Make yourself tall, and muscular…?”

“Well, there’s this computer program that-“

“No, I meant just now, when we were kissing.”

“Oh, well let me show you…” and we began kissing again.  This time nothing in the way of growth happened but when she asked me: “Did you mean that?”  I said yes as sincerely as I could, trying so very hard to keep the dissapointment out of my voice.  I wasn’t stupid.  I was going to keep this amazing woman around as long as I could.

“Well, how about we go too this little bar I know about for a night cap?”

“Sounds good to me.  Do you want me to drive?”

“No, I think if you drive again we’re going to end up in my bed because you’ll have totally unleashed the muscled giantess that I really am.”

“Mmmm, sounds good to me…”

“Yeah, I know.  Next time tiger…”

“Definitely…” we agreed as we were making out again before driving back down into the city.  The rest of our date we spent in a Martini bar in this back alley that I had no idea existed but looked strangely familiar.  We didn’t loose control but there was definitely this charged energy between us and anytime we touched it felt like a thousand volts of electricity passing between us.  It took everything we had not to rip each others clothes off.  We did talk and continued to get to know each other and began learning about all those sweet little things in our lives that make a relationship so very fulfilling.  Not only were our bodies crying out to be together, our minds and souls were beginning to feel the need to be together as well.

She had plans for the next few days but we arranged to go out for sushi that Friday.  Aaarrgh! Two whole days without this amazing little lady!  I didn’t think I’d survive.

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Are you all enjoying this ??? because this is just about everything I've written so far.  If yes I'll keep working on it.  I know where I want to go with the story, I just don't know if I'll be able to get there…  Thanks for reading!

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The next morning there was a short news blurb about a mild earthquake that had hit the area around 2 am.  It was unusual because there are no fault lines anywhere nearby, but it was also fairly minor, just enough to register on the Richter scale.  It was in Carly’s neighborhood so I sent her a quick text asking her if she was OK.

“Oh!  You felt that?  Well, that was actually me.  After we said goodnight I just had to grow to my biggest most muscular size possible and imagined that you were with me… 😉  Tee Hee, wait ‘till you experience that for yourself…” her text replied.

I dropped my phone!

“*Gulp* I can’t wait…!”

“:-) Oh you make me sooo happy my big-little man!!!”

I went to work knowing I’d be totally useless but needing to keep my job anyway.  Trouble was she kept sending me texts throughout the day.  The first one blew my mind and it’s a wonder I haven’t been fired yet. 

She sent: “I’m trying to decide on my look for our sushi date, should I go to the gym and lift weights and be all pumped up for you, or should I wear heels and tower over you, head and shoulders?  You can only choose one!  Cheeky monkey, wanting more than you can handle…!  ;-)”

“I think you need to go to the gym,” I replied, “you’re dangerously thin and underweight… ;-)”

“The gym it is.  I’ll go over lunch!”

The next four hours at work were torturous for me.  After lunch, as expected, my inbox had a new letter.  With trembling hands I opened it and began to read.

“Wow!  I’m a lot stronger than I thought I was, for a girl anyway.  60 in each hand for bicep curls is light, isn’t it???  I saw a guy with 150 in each hand…  This one woman was doing 150 for bench press, so I thought, ‘I’m strong’ so I doubled it, and it was easy, I did 25 reps…  Some guy had left 1000 on the leg press thingy so I figured I’d try it.  I had to add about six of the extra thick plates before it challenged me!  Good choice hot stuff! I like being a strong girl…  ;-)”

The next four hours were no better because I kept obsessively re-reading the e-mail she’d sent.  She definitely knew how to totally drive me crazy.

After work I was hoping to talk to her but I got a text from her saying that she was off to the gym again and then had a girls night out.  She’d e-mail me her progress later tonight…

As expected I didn’t go to sleep until my inbox chimed and I began reading, my eyes getting wider and wider: 

*
“That workout at lunch did wonders for me.  All the rest of the day I could feel my muscles growing.  My pants and bra were getting uncomfortably tight by the end of the day because they were too small for my growing body.  I hit the gym again after work and was able to curl 80’s in each hand this time!  350 on the bench press was too easy, and 1500 for the legs press was cake.  I’ve added almost 20 pounds to my 110, and I’m starting to look like I could compete in those figure shows.  How strong are you my little runner man…?  How much do you weigh?  Can I curl you with my arms yet…? 😉  I can’t wait to curl you with one arm…  Tee Hee! 

Also, all the while I was out with the girls tonight, I could feel my clothes slowly shrinking and stretching as my body built muscle on top of muscle, just for you my tasty, irresistible hot mother-fucker!  “Damn, I’m so horny for you I want you now, I want my growing pumped up bulging muscles to take you right now!  Patience, patience. Oh! Am I talking out loud again?”  Ignore that last part, that was supposed to be only for me…

I can’t wait for you to see me when we meet for sushi, I’m going to totally blow your mind, “as if I haven’t already, I can feel the heat off your hard-on from here…” Oh there I go again, talking to myself.  I just can’t help it  =:-o

Have a good night lover boy!
Carly!”
*

I promptly passed out and woke up the next morning drooling on my keyboard after a night of the best dreams ever.  What a woman!!!  Playful, fun, flirtatious, and supposedly able to change her height and musculature instantly and at will!  It seemed there was something about me that set me apart from other men too, something about the tattoo.  In either case we seemed to be well matched for each other and we were both totally determined to see where this led.

At work she started up her text teasing again:

“19 inches around is quite puny for an arm, isn’t it???”

And: “I’ve added another 30 pounds of muscle to my body and the guys at the office are asking me to flex.  Like I’m a bodybuilder or something.  I just started lifting yesterday!!  Sheesh!  Chill out guys…”

After lunch:  “I put 2000 on the leg thingy, that’s like a ton isn’t it???”

Also: “You only weigh 150!!  Hmm only 30 more pounds per arm to go…”

Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!!!!  I still had to wait until tomorrow to see her, and if she was going to be sporting a body the likes of which she was teasing me with, I’ll be the happiest man in the universe!

That night we talked briefly on the phone, she had a volunteer thing to go to and after chatting a bit I asked her how her workout after work went.

“Oh!  I so love being this strong.  I had to go home after my lunch workout and change outfits because my muscles had ripped apart the blouse I was wearing.”

“You realize you’re driving me totally nutzoid over here!”

“Yep, and I’m loving every minute of it!  By the way I tried the 150’s in each hand and was only able to squeeze out one rep.  Don’t worry, by tomorrow I won’t have any trouble with them at all, or you come to that…”

Stunned silence on my end…

“You still there baby-doll?”

“Um,” clearing my throat, “yeah I’m here, I just can’t believe what I’m hearing…”

“Oh you’ll believe it soon enough, especially tomorrow when I lift all of you off the ground with one of my muscle packed arms, then you’ll believe it…!”

“I suppose I will, I can’t wait!” I said my throat dry.

“Neither can I sexy!  Oh!  I have to go, I’m late already.  Text you more tomorrow!  Bye!” and with her characteristic bubliness she went off to her volunteer thing. 

It took me forever to fall asleep because I was trembling with excitement and desire, but when I did sleep it was a deep refreshing sleep.  I woke up with a feeling of total calm and contentment, knowing I’d see Carly tonight and ready for any surprise she had in store for me.

Little did I know…  She began texting me with this tidbit: “I broke my scale!!  It was a crappy thing and only went up to 200 anyway…”

And: “How wide are door frames?  I had to turn sideways just now because my shoulders were too wide…”

After her lunch workout she sent this: “Damn chair just broke underneath me!  No wonder, it only has a 250 pound limit… 

And: “I just measured my arm, it’s at 32 inches, now that’s an arm!!!  What’s your waist size??”

And the one that drove me completely mad: “Oooh, those 150’s are so light now I went up to 175ers… and I still have one workout to go before I see you sweet cheeks!”

I could only imagine how massively muscular an arm would have to be to curl 175 with one hand, let alone two of those arms on a 5’2” tall super sexy woman with matching muscle all over the rest of her body, and she has to turn sideways through doors, and she’s well over 250 pounds!!  This was way too good to be true and I seriously hoped she wouldn’t disappoint, because, with all of this build up, to be let down when she shows up at her usual size, would be too much to bear.  I wanted her at the size she was implying she’d be at because to my eyes, she was so much more beautiful with muscle than without…

[Fonk]

Good grief, the build-up is killing me too! 😉

[nic2800]

This is awesome.

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