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Chapter Two

The Multiverse – Universe 54 – Section 17
System Sol – Planet Terra (Earth – Alt Gallatin 1812 CE)
United States of North America
State of New Mexico – City of Albuquerque
Time Zone: Atomic Age – Circa 21st CE

It was truly a grand southwestern evening, so thought James Logan with a warm, inner glow of pleasure. He and Carmen Escatel had gone out for dinner and then seen a new movie – The Cydonia Project. It was all about strange alien artifacts, ruins of a city on Mars and how they were interconnected with Humanity on Earth. As Science fiction went, it had a fascinating plot and James planned reading up on some of the referenced works when he got time off from his bookkeeping job. As they were walking home, side by side holding hands in shared affection seemed to James everything was going perfectly – and promised to only flow into perfection.

He’d never felt so close to any woman he had dated in the last couple of years since college. The last time was with a girl by the name of Danielle Lauer who had been originally interested in him when they were in some of the same Humanities classes; he was going for accounting and she into the sciences. They started out as friends, helping each other with their homework. However, James grew somewhat infatuated with her, while she was friendly with him and even at times humored him. As the semesters passed she drew away into her studies of biology, bio-chemistry, genetics and molecular biology as the scientist that she yearned to be, she constantly ran into the male patriarchy of her chosen field. This plus his normal chivalrous nature didn’t help the relationship. It wasn’t that he patronized her, but only wished to be a gentleman with her and treat her as the lady he believed her to be inside, despite her independent and liberated attitude. Nevertheless, she interpreted it differently and it only added to the growing list of irritations she had to face each day in class or the lab on campus. Of course, there was nothing illegal or totally out of line that she could go after someone for, but it was there nonetheless or at least she believed there was. Also at times, James perceived she was overly sensitive as well, perhaps by her personality, for some others who knew her told a different version of the same story. But he believed hers and tried to be supportive, after all he had fallen in love with her.

In time she was radicalize by the ultra-feminists on campus that she fell into with after hearing a guest speaker one day at a Women’s Studies forum. As Danielle sat there, it seemed that Ephesia Chasseur was speaking directly to her in particular. They believed that the world could only reach its true destiny if females ruled over the men as in the times of the Ancient Matriarchs and kept their normal violent natures in check as the masters of the males. To hear such words, thoughts and philosophy was like tonic to her damaged soul. Afterwards, she stoked up the courage to talk directly with her and she had indeed noticed Danielle’s rapt fascination in the discussion topic. She arranged for Danielle to meet with other likeminded females who belonged to a social club – of sorts. There she encountered many more women like herself and she was never the same again. The anti-male philosophy she was embracing was the last straw in souring the relationship – or at least what James thought was a relationship.

Finally, one evening a few weeks later she told him that she wasn’t interested in seeing him anymore, which came as a surprise for he thought they were more then just friends. When he asked why, had he done anything wrong? She replied, although he was seemingly a good man and it was nothing he had done in particular, it would never work now. In her opinion, she believed all men in the end turned out to be worthless scum, fit only as breeders or pleasurers. Hopefully one day even that survival factor would be removed as well through genetic engineering. Moreover, she’d find a way to change it all for women everywhere, but especially for herself. The last he heard of her after graduation and earned her doctorate a few years later, was that she went to work for a multinational pharmaceutical-health food corporation in Southern California. In any case, because he was so hurt by her actions and felt like a fool for not seeing the negative signals she had been giving all along. He realized why, he was too deeply attracted to her to catch them.

Therefore, it took him a while before he was ready to try again to open himself up again to women in general. In time, he did date again, but none of them was quite as interesting as Danielle. She was intelligent and a very athletically beautiful at 150-pounds. Somewhat tall too, at five-foot eleven with sandy brown hair. He was six-foot three and weighted about 215. Being as tall as he was physically, James preferred taller girls, which to his disappointment Carmen was anything but his physical ideal. He literal towered over her petite four-foot ten, 90-pound brown body. In appearance, she was of a mixed Caucasian and Hispanic background looking more European then Mexican, with jet-black hair that reached her shoulders in length and breasts which were small, giving her an almost flat chested look. Nor due her size was she very muscular, but attractive in a cute sort of way, like a tiny pixie with her brown eyes, dark eyebrows and small nose. All she needed was pointed ears and wings to complete the look and Disney would have been begging her to play the role in a movie.

Although now she worked out as much as he did and had improved her physique considerably in the last two years building up to a weight of 110-pounds. That’s how they first met one evening at the local neighborhood gym. Normally he trained very early in the morning when few were there; he wasn’t very muscular himself but wished to be. And was a bit shy of being around all the more buffed looking men and women who came in later in the afternoon and evening. Today though he didn’t have any choice due to a screw up and it required him to stay at the computer to finish his part of the bookkeeping accounts. The heady atmosphere of seeing so many muscular men, but especially the women was very distracting for him.

However, just as he was going to start, a person interrupted his introspective contemplation.

“Señor,” a feminine voice asked, “could you give me a hand? I’m sort of new at this and you look like you’ve been at a while and your not so intimidating like the rest.”

He turned about and had to look down because the voice belonged to a small young lady, not more then five feet tall or even large in size looking up at him. She was dark haired and rather pretty. Because she wasn’t an Amazon he felt more relaxed and let his natural friendliness take over.

“Of course, Señorita. I’m glad you asked all these other larger people got me a-scared too. Together we’ll get big and beat them all in a mixed pairs contest.”

“Boy,” she laughed, “wouldn’t that be nice if we could get large. We’d be a pair of head turners – a Minizon and her Giant.”

In any case, they got to talking as they worked out; he showed her how to do this exercise and that. She really enjoyed his company and suggested that they do this again tomorrow evening. She worked as a secretary in one of the downtown office buildings. Being not the most athletic of women, she had felt the need to try bodybuilding after looking through a couple of magazines at the local Krock and Brentano’s bookstore. He couldn’t turn her down, in so many ways in personality she was like Danielle before she changed. As he left the gym to return to his car for the first time he noticed that he didn’t even feel uncomfortable around all the bigger guys and gals. It was amazing! This was two years ago. Only a few months ago did they decide to share the rent and move into an apartment together. As they continued hand in hand back to the apartment building and thoughts of happiness kept going through his head, for the first time in his life he felt on top of a situation.

“A penny for your thoughts, my darling hombre,” Carmen said. “You look like you have a warm glow about you. You even feel very warm.”

“Oh, just thinking about some things of the past and present. I’m so lucky I found you. I really didn’t realize how hollow my life was before. But your right I do feel very warm, odd that you mention it. Almost like a fever.”

“Ah,” she smiled fondly – and with her free hand playfully tugged at his belt, “I think what you have is a bit of lust on the mind – cuz its certainly what I have on mine.”

“Help help,” he whispered, “I’m be attacked by a sex starved hembra.”

“Well,” she broke out laughing, “when we get home I have some fun plans for you my love.”

“Yes?” he slyly grinned.

“It involves me striping you naked my tall man and you me. Then with you under me, some hot oil and a sexy two body massage with a bit of foreplay – then on to fulfillment.”

“Sounds good – you have my major interest. My gun is primed for action in your service, Milady.”

“Of course I have,” she teased, “and a very large one you have too – then a replay in the shower, nice, hot and wet.”

“Mmmm, very good – I like your ideas.”

“I thought you would,” she stopped looking at him carefully. He stopped smiling in fact he looked sick.

“Are you all right?”

“I don’t know, that warm feeling just got stronger, I’m starting to drip sweat now.”

She looked his shirt, indeed it was getting soaked.

“Good God, we’d better get you home.”

“No, no I don’t feel sick which is the strangest part. If I had the flu or something I’d not feel good. If anything it feels very positive.” Then within a few seconds he said, “What a weird thing, its feels as if a swelling sensation is encompassing my whole body.”

Carmen stood back a bit and watched. As she did so, a surge came over James. It seemed like every muscle in his body pulsed and flexed as if an electrical current ran through him. It didn’t appear negative, she thought, but very good. Almost sexy after a fashion, like he was getting bigger, more muscular, but of course that was silly. However, once it passed it did seem like he was bigger, everywhere – wider in the back, the shoulders bulging and thicker limbed. The chest seemed to have pushed out a little against the row of buttons on the front of the shirt. In addition, the neck and traps had spread open the unbuttoned collar, too. Even his pants bulged rather obviously, as though his manhood was larger – not erect, just enlarged in size.

“Are you certain you’re all right?”

“Yes – I think so. That was one heck of a weird sensation. The feeling is all gone, even the fever seems less now.”

“Maybe it was one of those twelve hour bugs and your body just burned it off. The air conditioning in the restaurant and theater might have been masking it from you and now outside in the normal late summer air you finally felt it.”

“Could be, but who knows.”

He pulled a bit at his pants and shirt; especially his crotch had become very uncomfortable, the seams were cutting up into his balls and between his buttock muscles. Not to mention how the elastic bans of his briefs were working on his thighs, too.

“I do feel strangely stronger – physically I mean. But dang it, all my clothes feels tighter too. God, it feels like my underwear and jeans are constricting me,” he nervously laughed, “and where it counts the most. Must be all that sweat, it soaked into them and shrunk them.”

“Oh well they’ll be all right by morning. Let’s get home and have some fun.”

“Ah yes, I vote for the all muscle girl Amazon party. And soon, I want to get these clothes off me.”

“You should, it’s the only real party any hombre should vote for.”

It wasn’t easy for James to walk from the restrictiveness of his clothing, but as quickly as they could they made for their apartment. What he’d quickly learn in an hour with the reshaping of his muscles and tendons, as well as the growth of his bones, is that he had grown a full inch and gained 25-pounds of muscle. This new change filled out his frame to a new size of six-foot four and 240-pounds. A small start, but like all large things they always start small and grow in time.

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True to her word the minute the door closed on their apartment, their passion started to take off like the beginning of a forest fire. Slowly as they kissed and cuddled, they started to gradually undress each other. Carmen as she felt his body, never remember him being so hard – or so large in frame. Not to mention how strong he felt holding her, yet very gentle too as though he unconsciously sensed his power. She paused a second to look him over more closely and couldn’t believe what she saw.

“Was it possible he really was larger? No, that was inconceivable! Yet . . .

“James,” she asked, “have you been using any over the counter enhancement drugs in your training in the last few months or so? Ones you haven’t told me about? You seem larger, somehow.”

“No why?” he grinned not quite getting it being too rapped up in the love play. She could see he thought she was teasing him.

“I’m serious, you are bigger. Here look.”

She took him by the hand and led him over to the full-length mirror stand of the bedroom.

“Take your shirt off – Hell, take off all of your clothes I want a good look at you.”

At first, he thought she was still kidding him, a striping game. However, he too, could see what she was talking about when he glanced into the elliptical framed freestanding mirror of their bedroom. The mirror was an old family item he inherited from his grandparents. Upon seeing that his body seemed larger – wider of shoulder, thicker bodied and limbed – or just plain more muscular James did a double take in amazement. Also oddly, his bodyhair seemed to be thinning, getting less coarse in form. The damned abs looked like a true six pack and he ran his hand over them, which only confirmed the sight. The square blocks didn’t go away. Then his eyes drifted downward to the source of his constricting confinement of his jeans. The way his pants and upper shirt was bulging could only mean . . . he finished undressing.

“Good God, what’s happened to me Carmen – I look at least twenty pounds heavier.”

He experimentally flexed parts of his body seeing the mass increase fully for the first time. The biceps peaks were impossibly well developed; so were the horseshoe shaped triceps. Hell the whole body was like that of a natural bodybuilder – lean and tanned? Strangely, his skin seemed a bit darker on his blonde haired body. The strength that he sensed earlier seemed to be greater now too, as though it was constantly growing. But that was crazy, he thought. Yet, his body seemed like it always had been this way, which James knew was not the case a few hours ago.

“And my . . . ”

He was looking at his manhood and how it was hung off his body – like that of a much larger man. The penis was definitely longer and thicker – yet he could feel that it was not even erect in any way. It was just bigger along with his balls, too.

“Leaner in bodyfat,” she stated, “I wonder if its possible if that crazy fever you had burned off the suet.”

“I don’t know,” he replied, “I don’t think so, but how would that explain the muscle mass increase? That alone is simply impossible in so short a time.”

“Maybe you had a slight growth spurt . . .”

“I know that can happen,” he said somewhat surprised, yet pleased too, “but so quickly?”

“Personally,” she smiled a lustful grin, I don’t care at this point and we’ll figure it out later. I’m horny as hell and Goddamn you look super sexy with all that extra muscle. Moreover, with that increased masculine potential, it should be really be an experience for a girl my size. After all you know how I feel about larger men . . .”

“Oh, indeed I do, he laughed softly – and took her in his arms, “for my Lady Carmen loves big, tall muscle men – but this will be an experience for both of us.”

To be continued . . .

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Chapter Three

They did much as they planned; both enjoyed the first round with the oil massage and foreplay before sexing. Then while they were making love for the second time in the shower he had an another size surge. Again Carmen could see, but more importantly, she could feel him get larger again as she ran her soapy hands over his hard body. Moreover, inside of her as well. The pressure of James shaft’s increase thrusting against her womanhood was intensive and all the more awesome. As they continued, he gently lifted Carmen up with his hands under her buttocks, supporting her weight as they sexed. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Carmen could tell how light her body was to him and she loved how his swollen muscles felt against her wet skin or when he kissed her body starting on the neck and worked down to her small breasts. James’s increasing strength was as that of a God with her held so effortlessly off the tub bottom. He was now two more inches taller and an additional fifty pounds heavier. Regardless, they were so turned on and high in the sexual passion of the moment, the two of them didn’t really did care. At climax the pair of them repeatedly orgasmed several times, something of which had never happened before. Carmen felt as though James was pouring himself into her, feeding her tiny body. This moment of perfect pleasure was like nothing either of them ever had known in their young lives. If anything, she hoped one more surge would pass and James would be truly supersized.

As soon as they were dry and more calmed down she could see more then he could that he was turning into an extra tall and very muscular male. James oddly didn’t seem to notice the second size surge, almost as if it was normal. Perhaps to him it was since he really couldn’t see it completely the way she could it since it was happening to his body and not to hers. Carmen knew that was true in her own circumstances from exercising at the gym. Until James took some pictures of her recently, it really didn’t hit her fully how much improvement she had accomplished – and she was damned proud of it. So was James as well. To Carmen who wished she were taller was nonetheless very attracted to large males it was like a dream come true.

“Oh God,” she thought, “what ever it causing this change, it’s a miracle. Please make him just a bit bigger and he will be perfect – a true muscular Giant.”

Slowly once more about an hour later she decided to seduce him once more, perhaps in a weird way maybe that was the source of the growth? In any case she didn’t care, just as long as he got somewhat bigger. However, this time she wanted to feel him on top of her now smaller then ever body as though he was her personal Giant. Again, while they were making love again she felt him surge again and grow. However, this time unfortunately for her it was more then she had bargained for due to the incredible weight increase. It was over 100 pounds more, plus four more inches in height. In fact, with James’s new weight, strength and height levels, he was crushing her extremely small body despite his best attempts to be as gentle as possible.

“Stop James, please get off me – something is wrong!”

“Mmmm, what?” he said absentmindedly in his deepening pleasure of her body.

“I said get off,” she yelled in pain, “you’re hurting me! Goddamn you feel like you suddenly weigh a ton!”

Quickly like a cat in response to her cry, he got up and off, carefully but quickly. His speed of dexterity and even more so the strength of his body, was impossibly powerful as he bounced onto the carpeted floor. As he moved, he sensed the changes even more then ever before. Once vertical all thoughts of this were cast from his mind, for what he saw out of the corner of his vision was a reflection in the mirror stand that totally stunned him. Slowly he turned for a closer look. In truth, both of them were shocked in what they now saw about his form. The body, which stared back in the reflection, for all tense and purposes, was a broad shouldered, thick limbed and muscularly built nude Giant. The valleys, cuts and separations of each muscle group, whether of the arms, legs, chest or back were all highly defined. When he moved or flexed, the veins became more prominent, the muscles pulsed and rippled under the tanned skin with an impossible strength he’d never felt before. James now was six-foot, ten-inches tall and weighed over 400 pounds – this he could undeniably see by looking into bedroom wall mirror or more accurately – down at it.

“Good God,” he said, “what’s going on – what’s happening to me? I’m . . . I’m turning huge and taller too!”

James was in shock at the sight. He could not believe what was staring back at him from the reflection in the family heirloom. His broad shouldered body was much larger then when he looked earlier and all of his bodyhair, with the exception of his scalp – was gone. Not only could he see it, he could feel the size – his tapering musculture was impossibly immense now – and sculpted to perfection. The way the various muscle groups bulged when relaxed and when they contracted . . . swollen and huge. Carefully with his hands, he experimentally felt them and they remained – enormous – and with the newly gained height . . . he was awesome beyond words.

“James,” she tensely said, “it’s . . . incredible, you’re larger now – I meant since the first time we noticed.”

“Larger – Hell Bells,” he thought, “I’m a turning into a Giant like out of one of my teenage sex fantasies.”

Shaken by the sight, he then replied aloud, “This just cannot be happening, Carmen. People just don’t . . . grow huge like this, it’s impossible.”

“We’d better go to the hospital darling – this is not funny anymore.”

So saying, Carmen draped the sheet around herself while trying to remain calm under the abnormal circumstances.

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It was rather hard for him to fit into any clothing at the size he had become. So by splitting a pair of shorts with a scissors and the same with a shirt, they both headed out in search of medical help. Since James was almost too large to drive their two-door Studebaker Falcon, Carmen took the command of the expedition. She realized that their best shot for aid wasn’t to be found at the local city hospital, they need experts in Human growth and she knew exactly where to head. The Builtmore Research Center of Albuquerque, New Mexico. It was a national science hospital for the southwest and had some of the best people and equipment in the United States of North America. Even so, as they were explaining it to a doctor at the reception desk, another surge hit James. It was an increase of over 200 pounds more; in addition, he grew to seven-foot, six. If anything, he was taking on the appearance of The Impossible Hulk or any number of other oversized Marvel or Impulse comic book superheroes. Moreover, it was scaring the Hell out of him and Carmen. The medical people watching it happen couldn’t believe it either, but the tearing sounds of the seams on his already over stressed clothes disintegrating only reinforced it. Not to mention his becoming stark naked in front of them also helped to shock the medical people out of their lethargy.

“Nurse get him into the isolation ward. Stat! Don’t worry Mr Logan. We’ll find out whatever is causing this hyperactive growth. Most likely you’ve been exposed to some radiation or chemical that causing the pituitary to go hyperactive.”

“What about me? I’m I going to start to grow – too?” whispered a now worried Carmen.

“Miss Escatel, you might not be affected, since you don’t seem to be growing like your boyfriend here. But just be certain we’ll run the same tests on you as well to be certain.”

Visually, for a short time James appeared to stay about the same size, as if the growth was taking a break. However, after he was monitored with sensitive equipment the medical people could observe that the growth was constant, but gradual. The subtle rate of increase between mass surges was a mere fraction of the sudden changes. Based on the verbal data Carmen supplied, the biochemical count of testosterone/growth hormone that was off the scale, plus another surge that happened in the hospital room – this data allowed the doctors to forecast his change. At his current rate of change, James’s now eight-foot ten-inch 1300-pound plus body would be close to fifty feet tall within twelve hours – and some of them weren’t certain it would stop there either. There was no sign of it decreasing on the computer-generated graphs. Besides the increased hormonal count, there seemed to have been a mysterious change to James’s DNA as well. When they investigated further, the doctors were perplexed for all of the genetic death clock markers were totally gone from the Human Genome map. As well as some other ones that should have been there. Instead, they were replaced with new ones that were totally unknown and impossible to break down by any of the methods known to science. The another thing that seemed to be happening was some form of unknown bio-energy was being detected at the molecular level under electron microscopic analysis. This strange energy was totally bonded throughout his form – and was getting stronger like it was a generator of power. Apparently, this was the catalyst for the transformation. It was as if he was Human in appearance, but was becoming something else entirely.

A few of them theorized that his change might be a mutation into the next level of Humanity with paranormal PSI abilities to go with the size of his new body. One or two of them in dark humor even joked that James was turning into an Immortal Giant God like from one of those Sci-fi TV cable shows such as Hercules – The Mythical Journeys and Hippolyta – The Warrioress Queen. As far as they could tell James was clean of any radiation or toxins, but more importantly so was Carmen whose size had remained the same throughout the entire ordeal. Whatever it was it was apparently only affecting James like a disease. Yet, if it were a germ or virus, the exchange of bodily fluids during the intercourse between the two subjects should have spread the condition to Carmen and she, too would have shown signs of growth. As well as the people that they had been in contact with if it was airborne. Again all the tests they could run for such also came up negative and her current four-foot ten-inch body had remained unchanged. Moreover, there had been no reports from any of the area hospitals or medical facilities about similar incidents of growth by persons. The restaurant and the movie theater had been swept by technicians for contaminates, but nothing had turned up outside of the ordinary.

Their greatest worry now was that it might be that James was an isolated case of exposure to some exotic source. Possibly, the process that was slowly transforming his body was an undetectable biotech virus or some other unknown nanotechnology element. At this point the doctors were totally baffled and were in the process of calling in the Communicable Disease Center in Atlanta, Georgia and the Federal Medical Bureau at the capital in New York City, District of Washington.

After uncounted hours of none stop tests, James, despite being exhausted was only able to sleep when he was sedated. Carmen promised not to leave him, which also reassured James about what he was literally turning into – a Human Giant. She stayed with him by his side watching he slowly continued to grow in size for a few hours. To her it was fascinating and frightening to see him slowly grow as his chest expanded and contracted while he breathed in and out asleep. During that time James gained two inches and became over a hundred pounds heavier. Finally though, she dozed off resting against his body. However, when James woke up, Carmen was nowhere to be seen within the confines of his room.

To be continued . . .

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Chapter Four

The Multiverse – Place of The Capital
Zone White – The Alliance of Good Gods and Goddesses
Executive Sector – Office of the General of the Guardian-Knights

“You may go in and see him now.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant.”

Red Malone had been expecting the arrival of his opposite number in the Civil Administrator Goddesses – Goddess Sarah who was also his wife. He knew it must have come as a major surprise to them, an unexpected birth of a new God.

“By Zed, she still looks as sexy as hell just like the first day I met her so very long ago with her long raven colored hair and ebony black body.”

He loved the way her clothing contoured and fit her frame – a muscularly broad shouldered, proud high breasted and powerfully built feminine body. In every way possible, she was a true Goddess. A pity their jobs kept them separated most of the time these days.

“Greetings my husband, I think you know why I’m here.”

“Yes my wife – its about the newly emerged God James Logan, I might add I have sent God AlexG to instructing him in his duties.”

“You always are thoughtful, darling – but then I wouldn’t have married you if you weren’t. You do know under the bylaws of The Contract,” she paused to look at the file, “ah here it is. As I was saying Universe 54, Galaxy Code: Milky Way, Section 17, Solar System, Planet Terra . . . by the way I haven’t heard that name, Solar System, in long time.”

“Actually, neither had I.”

“We Goddesses are to have our representative on the scene to aid the Guardian-Knight and guide the civilization under their care. In addition, we will send an experienced Goddess to help her get started. By the way, God AlexG was an excellent choice as tutor to the new God.”

“Thank you.”

“Your welcome. I think we will sent someone of equal value to instruct the new Goddess. His wife, Goddess DeniseH.”

“Of course, she’s perfect for the job – and I have a file of the Terran female candidates ready for your inspection.”

As she was starting to read he commented, “When we enhanced the young man, it was natural you’d show up.”

“What – it’s not a naturally born Godhood? You did this on purpose?”

“Yes, my predecessor forgot to station one at that locale – it’s fully documented in the file. The HAIL 10000 computer spat out her name as the best of the best, a rather interesting conjunction of beings, those two.”

“They’re a couple,” she looked at the file, “by Zed, that hasn’t happened in a very long time.”

“Indeed, that was my reaction as well. It’s a very rare occurrence within the Multiverse that the two chosen for Godhood and Goddesshood of a particular Section are already a mated pair.”

“Have you made the request to transform her? I’ve not been contacted by the Troika of Wise Goddesses to check the candidate out.”

“No, I was awaiting your presence as Chief Administrator of the Goddesses. I didn’t like the idea of one of my staff passing on the message them, then to you and then you having to pass it on to the Madam President. Besides we so rarely get to meet these days . . .”

“You always were an old-fashioned officer and a gentleman, thank you for letting me investigate and then request the transformation to be done. And as for meeting, perhaps later today we can ah, catch up on things – if you follow my meaning.”

“My wife,” he romantically bantered, “it will be a pleasure to serve you.”

“And I – you,” she teasingly winked at him.

But then after a minute or so of mental foreplay, it was back to business. Sarah closed her eyes picturing the female of Universe 54, Galaxy Code: Milky Way, Section 17, Solar System, Planet Terra in question. She was sitting in the same room with her mate, the one already undergoing the transformation to Godhood. She was asleep with her head resting against his body. The place appeared to be a primitive medical facility of some sort. Sarah smiled, the male was attractive to begin with and was becoming even more so as his body grew larger and stronger while he slept. Sarah sensed his unshielded unconscious thoughts. His PSI abilities and other special powers were also just beginning to grow – the energy levels were rising within him. He was unaware of them at the moment, but once he was a Mega God for the first time then he’d feel them – and so would his Goddess counterpart. Interestingly, he seemed to underestimate his own worth as a being. Well in time he would feel much better and see how wrong he was about himself.

However, she then concentrated on the reason for projecting herself here, the female. She was such a tiny thing, Sarah sighed. So many Mortal Human females were not as tall as the males in the Multiverse – and this one was very short. Once the metamorphosis began for her, that would not be the case anymore for this special one. For some reason, females seemed to grow a bit faster then males in the first few size surges and then it tapered off to a similar rate as the males. She was very pretty, of a good heart, intelligent and would be a splendidly tall, strong and powerful Goddess. The both of them were so concerned about what was happening, but also in love with each other throughout the event, Sarah realized. She loved her much larger mate with all her soul – and despite the original differences and the new greater exaggeration between the two of them he would rather die then be parted – he loved her that greatly. It was not surprising that the HAIL 10000 had chosen such a fine pair for enhancement to protect and guide the dominant race of this planet. For they were not the fairest, the wisest or the strongest, but that they cared about each other regardless and likewise the world around them. That alone was one of the best hallmarks of a true Good God or Goddess.

Having seen enough about the subject, Sarah mentally sent the request for authorization to the Madam President of the Alliance of Good Gods and Goddesses. Within seconds the President agreed and passed on the command to her fellow Goddesses to begin the process. All throughout the Multiverse, the Good Goddesses responded to the request. In order to transform a Mortal without the Supreme One’s personal intervention, the Gods or Goddesses could collectively create a new one on their own. It was something Zed told and taught them all how to do in His/Hers absence, such as was the case currently while He/She was on vacation. Each God or Goddess, depending on the gender of the subject, forever gave up a bit of their own power and transferred to the target, much like jump starting a car. Once energized in the Transmorph Process, she would grow in power and strength on her own as a totally Independent Goddess. Although it drained them of power, they would regenerate the loss in time, one of the reasons it was so rarely done. The accumulated effect of thousands of Gods, or in this case Goddesses, was huge and would have the same effect on the target that would forever change a Mortal female into a Mega Goddess.

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Carmen awoke realizing she had fallen asleep against James’s body. Now somewhat conscious she thought back, the last thing that she recalled her body had been so tired. Carmen just closed her eyes for a second and she must have passed out. As she was looking over her beloved James still sleeping, she wondered how and why this had happened to him. It just didn’t make any sense. She saw that he was still getting bigger by the hour, but ever so slowly while asleep.

“If only I could grow, too,” Carmen thought in passing, “we could be together, even if we were outsized. As it is, soon he’ll be Giant-sized and will feel all alone in the world.”

Slowly she got up for a moment and decided to check with the on duty Doctor outside and see if any progress had been made as to why this was happening. She carefully closed the door behind her and spotted the Doctor at the Nurse’s station down the Hallway. As she was approaching she felt funny inside and was getting very warm – almost sweating. Then she felt a surge sensation hit her body – just like what she had witnessed happening to James.

“Oh, God,” she thought, “could it be happening to me too? No – not possible they ran every test on me possible. The hormones and other factors were totally normal.”

Yet, as she got closer to the Nurse’s station she could feel her clothing gradually tightening – and in places beginning to rub very uncomfortably, such as her pants and underwear along the thighs and up her crotch and buttock. Her blouse was pulling on her upper arms and across her back and shoulders as though she was impossibly wider in structure. The sleeve cuffs were working their way up the increasingly muscular corded forearms, getting uncomfortable by the second. She could feel the diameter of her neck increasing against her tightly buttoned blouse. The size change was starting to cut off her air supply. The swelling traps pushing didn’t help the situation much, either. With a conscious effort, she unbuttoned the two upper collar buttons, which helped to relieve the constriction on her throat.

Although her bodyhair seemed to be smoothing over, dissipating into nothingness, her scalp on the other hand had a mild tingling sensation and suddenly she could feel her short length jet-black hair beginning to grow longer, thicker and fuller. Carmen could sense it flowing gently and brushing down her backside. If all this wasn’t enough, without warning she could feel her small flat breasts pushing harder against her bra – swelling up. Her blouse had already pulled out of the pants where it was tucked.

Startled – she could feel the cool breeze of the air conditioning on her sweaty and now defined belly – the muscular square blocks were very evident. The bones, muscles and tendons were still growing and stretching reshaping her body into a new powerful form. The back and shoulders wider, the waist narrower and the limbs thicker and well developed as though from many years of ridged disciplined diet and exercise. It was weird – muscle and bone growth of this sort should hurt like Hell, be a torturous agony. But this – whatever it was that had happened to James and now her – didn’t hurt in the least! It was not painful in anyway, but more like her body was being gently and lovingly remodeled into something better as the muscles grew, the tendons lengthened and the bones shifted in their increases. In fact, the size and the strength felt so positive and good it was unbelievable – like when making love. In appearance, the sweat soaked clothes were quickly turning into a snug femuscular silhouette of her growing body.

The seams on her articles of clothing were all but straining against the increasing size and the movement of her flexing muscles just from walking. She kept pulling at her clothing to alleviate the confinement, but to no avail. Finally in a couple of places the resistance ended and she heard and felt them rip open. The material parted way on the shapely thighs, carved upper arms and well-rounded shoulders. A flaw in the rear blouse material split wide open revealing her powerful looking stone-like muscled back. The last to tear was the center pants seam covering the powerful buttock area – for which she was grateful. The terrible chafing her jeans was eased a bit. She could tell that the sounds of the ripping cloth had caught the attention of various people in the hospital hallway and those at the desk.

She blushed a bit, but ignored them and continued on – regardless. It was too late anyway, her clothes were tattered and exposing she thought. Then the uppermost buttons on her blouse undid themselves from the mass expansion of her enlarged breasts and upper body muscles. The tightness of her bra was terrible and she pulled at it to relieve the pressure . . . but to no relief, they simple continued to augment, larger and fuller. The elastic bans were cutting into the broadening lats of the back as well and this only added to the problem. The underwear was rubbing even more constrictively up between her buttock muscles and the pants cuffs had pulled against her swollen calves as she walked.

Thank God, she thought, that she’d had the foresight earlier to take off her tennis shoes or the strain on her feet would have been unbearable. As it was, the socks were bad enough – or at least they were until her toes burst out of the thin material. As she reached the station, the thought passed through her mind that if she really was growing muscular as had James, she hoped her body would eventually resemble her favorite Hispanic female bodybuilders Denise Masino, Yaxeni Oriquen, Monica Martin and Emmanuela Pintus. Her petite body had grown four inches and gained fifty pounds filling out her physique in the distance from James’s room to the Nurse’s Station. From small and demure in form, she had dramatically changed into a feminine powerhouse in a matter of only a minute or two. Impossible, but undeniable, too.

With as straight a face as possible in the discomfort of her extremely tight and torn remaining clothing, Carmen finished approaching the desk. Knowing what she must appear like and trying her hardest not to laugh, she went ahead and asked anyway.

“Doctor, do you know if . . .” she stopped at his look of utter astonishment.

“Miss Carmen,” he said in a stunned tone, “we’d better re-run those tests on you – it seems that you’ve started to radically grow in size, too.”

She didn’t disagree, but secretly was glad it had happened to her. Carmen inwardly chuckled in pleasure – and smiled in relief at her very-personal change in form. It was as though God had heard her plea and with divine mercy caused this to happen. Her beloved James wouldn’t have to face this alone now – and never would be without her – that she knew fully.

To be continued . . .

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Chapter Five

As he sat there, a massive figure of flawlessly sculpted masculinity, James was dejectedly looking down at the floor from his seated position in the bed. The medical team of doctors still couldn’t figure out why he was continuing to grow larger, but they told him the CDC were on the case, so don’t worry. As to his questions about Carmen, they reassured him she was all right, just that she needed some sleep after being up with him for many hours. As to what was happening to him it was a total mystery and it really wasn’t any fun now. He was well beyond anything he ever desired to be in size. It was almost like too much of a good thing.

“Oh why me?” he groaned holding his head in his hands.

“Because, my young friend, you are perfect for the job and that’s why you were chosen.”

James looked up startled by the voice and from out of nowhere in a flash of Starlight, a neatly dressed man materialized, seated in the only upholstered couch in the room. Red-blonde haired and wearing gold rimed glasses, he was incredibly out of scale. At least thirteen feet in overall height and only God knew how many hundred pounds of muscle from the way his tan sport jacket, casual dress shirt and brown slacks bulged and/or stretched over his huge body.

“Who . . . who the Hell are you?”

“Ah, wrong location, that’s Lucifer’s dimension. Geographically, with countless volcanoes, bottomless lava pits and scorching hellfire storms – a very nasty place for a family camp out, but with the redeeming value of possessing the best gambling casino-resort and hotel bordello center in all of the Multiverse. I come from different location, actually a parallel Domain to this world – it’s called The Realm – and I’m God AlexG, the Overlord and co-ruler thereof. Now, as to why you’re growing so large – it’s very simple. The Guardian-Knight Gods needed a Guardian-Knight God for this particular world and you were chosen – my congratulations to you, son.”

“Thank you – I think.”

“No thanks are required, you’ve earned the position by virtue of who you really are deep down inside. Thus, you are turning into a Giant, which is the proper size of a God or if you were a Goddess, a Giantess. So I’m here as your friend, instructor and for the moment – protector.”

“Me – a God?”

“Yes, a God – not THE God – but a lesser God of the Race of Deities. The universes are full of many lesser Gods and Goddesses – some Good, others that are Evil. In ranks, at the very top there is THE God, course we all say God – The Supreme One is neither male nor female like us – its just a matter of custom and usage. Next comes the Rank of Gods and Goddesses, none here presently but I expect it will change soon after they sense your presence here. Next in line are Immortals, they are like the previous two, but have no special powers other then their natural Immortality and brains, in fact I use to be one – and Emortals, beings of extended, but not of unlimited lifespan. Finally lowest on the physio-existence scale are Mortals, as you use to be.”

“But good night AlexG I’m already over eleven feet tall . . .”

He paused a second, another surge sensation hit him – his hospital gown grew very tight over his muscular body and the bed groaned loudly under his greater weight.

” . . . Just how big am I going to get?”

“Correction, your now well over thirteen feet tall – exactly thirteen feet eleven inches tall, a gain of thirty-two inches – and moreover, your physique weighs approximately 2100 pounds in lean muscle, sinew and bone. In a while the weight factor will be so great as to make little difference to you – so I would ignore it. The height factor is what counts – each time you grow, the surges will get exponentially greater and you all the more larger, stronger and empowered.”

“Yes, of course I am. Ever since this stupid thing started, at first it was an inch, then a couple of inches, now almost three feet – so how large am I going to get, dammit?”

“Oh, the transformation from Mortal to God, well . . . the very first time, like you are experiencing – a mile at least, probably two. You will be capable of much more in the neighborhood of many thousands – planet crushing we call it. We will have to go to a remote location soon so you won’t hurt anyone or damage any property. Nevada or maybe the Sahara would be perfect – you’ll get a nice tan, too.”

“Holy shit – how the heck will I be able to breathe at that altitude?”

“Calm down my young friend – you’re a God, James, or will be very soon now. You’ll start to experience special powers soon after the transformation, besides the growth part. But in answer to your question, breathing is not required. Same for eating, sleeping or even taking a dump – would it would be rather awkward if you were a Mortal Mega straddled over England at a couple of miles in size and the waste landed on London. That’s one of the reasons Mortal Megas don’t live long, there’s not enough food in the world to feed them. But don’t worry after your first growth you can return to normal size if you wish, but I doubt you will. Most likely, you’ll stay large-sized. It’s rather empowering to look down at everyone – that’s what I did and most do, too. Normally I’m between eight and thirteen feet tall – it helps in my relations with morals to be closer in size to them, but not too close. In fact, my guess is your partner, when she shows up will insist on you being fairly large – most Goddesses, though to be certain not all, like huge boyfriends. The bigger their size, makes for the betterment of pleasuring, as they put it.”

“You said Guardian-Knight – what exactly is that?”

“Yes, Gods are Guardian-Knights as under the terms of The Contract. They are to serve, protect and defend all sentient life forms under their care. In this case for Universe 54, Galaxy Code: Milky Way, Section 17, Solar System, Planet Terra. Your job will be to protect these Terrans from all threats locally or from beyond the planet. The job’s something of a combination between a Knight and a police officer. It plays well into what most males want to be – great heroes, protectors and champions.”

“But if I turn into a God and Giant what about my girlfriend. For the first time in my life I finally find the right lady and this happens . . . I was planning asking her hand in marriage soon – like next month.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry, these things can be worked out. Some Gods, however, in time find they lose interest in their Mortal companions.”

God AlexG held up his hand before James could interrupt him again.

“I know you won’t, you’re like me – you’re hopelessly in love with her. I too, have a Goddess wife who once was a Mortal. Ours was a rare case of sudden and massive growth to God and Goddess Megas since Zed was directly responsible for it – has to do with how I became his Scribe. Too long to go into at this time – but, normally it’s more like what you are experiencing, a much slower transformation. Although, females seem to initially grow faster then males; the rates equalize after the first couple of surges. Anyway, since then DeniseH and I have been a happily married God and Goddess couple for a very long time. Therefore, as I said, you might be surprised how these things have a habit of working out. If she’s willing, you could turn her into an autonomous Immortal being – as such, she could then stay by your side without ever growing old. She’d not have any special powers like yours, but the Immortality factor is quite a thing in itself for some – even to allowing, if you both so wished, for Demi-Deity children. In your case, I think . . .”

God AlexG seemed to pause, as though he was communicating with someone not in the room. It only lasted a few seconds – then he looked at his ancient wind up Timex watch and pointing at the door as if he was a director cueing an actor.

“However, you don’t have to worry about Miss Carmen and yourself anymore. Its already been taken care of and in a way you might be surprised and very pleased to see.”

Just at that instant, the door opened by itself to AlexG’s telekinetic prompting and in came Carmen – alone. But to his amazement she too was now dressed in a hospital gown and was over six feet tall. In fact, she was six-foot five, not to mention possessing a femuscular build that would have made a top-notch female bodybuilder green with envy. To his trained eye, possibly close to 240 to 260 pounds in weight. Her flat chest was anything but – with the swollen orbs were embossing the gown in a very sexy way and had to be in the DD-cup range. Maybe they were E-cups – and it didn’t matter – she was an erotic vision of feminine power with how her physique was displacing the garment. He could see that Carmen was just as surprised as he was – and just as excited by her personal transformation. She came up to him and they carefully held each other. In passing thought, James loved the sensation of her well-developed muscles, swollen breasts and strong scent of her femininity. It turned him on in a major way but he had to suppress the desires of his hardening manhood – this just wasn’t the time or place for it.

“James what’s going on? I’ve started to grow too. It started a little while ago. I was first five-foot two and before I knew it, I surged again, twice, to this size. It seems to be happening faster with me – do you think I might have got it from you after all? I mean from when we repeatedly made love? The Doctors are all in a dither about me and said it was all right to see you now while they get ready to do some more tests.”

“Oh no,” God AlexG said kindly, “my dear one, not in this case.”

She turned and for the first time saw that they were not alone in the room.

“Who – who are you,” she said in wonder, “you can’t be from the CDC.”

“Well,” AlexG commented with a wry grin, “I’m not even from your Bureau of Federal Investigation, but I do hold a position of great power.”

“He’s a God, Carmen – that’s what I’m turning into and from the looks of your body . . . you’re becoming a Goddess.”

“But that’s impossible,” she exclaimed, “me, a Goddess? But how – why me?”

“No, not impossible, but very possible and sensible. And please, you both may address me as just AlexG, since we are to be friends.”

“All right,” Carmen said while trying to remain calm.

“Sure,” James replied, also still trying to adjust to the information.

“Good – now I was about to say, I was just informed that the Goddesses wanted a Civil Administrator for this world and oddly enough, you my dear were the top choice for selection to the position. You’re both very lucky to have this happen. I was working out various possibilities for you two to have a relationship, but now that’s not necessary.”

“Well in some ways I cannot complain, I love this new body, but how big am I and James going to get. I mean it has to stop sometime – doesn’t it?”

AlexG then repeated all of what he had told James a few minutes earlier. At first, Carmen’s face lost color, but she quickly reasserted herself again within a minute. Getting larger was making her more aggressive and in James opinion more Goddess-like as well.

“I don’t mind being that large – well sort of, AlexG. However, as long as James is with me, I think we will manage it. However, I really wonder how we will get around without stepping on things or people at that size. I don’t want to hurt anyone, nor would James, no matter how large we get.”

“Actually you don’t need to stay that freakishly Mega huge, most of us don’t. It’s rather hard on the environment, not to mention as you said private property damage or crushing people to death. Good Gods and Goddess never act thoughtlessly toward the lesser beings under their aegis, we only use our powers when we have to carry out our duties as Guardian-Knights and Civil Administrators. There are other talents that the pair of you will soon possess – besides just the ability to grow. But don’t concern yourselves about them just now, you’ll see what I mean in due course.”

“Good,” she beamed a very Goddess-like smile, “personally I think why we have to do . . . fun things, I will stay about fifty feet tall, but James . . . I will insist that he be larger still, say about seventy-five feet tall. Any bigger things might be damaged in our moments of high passion, but normally I’d prefer us to be shorter as a God and Goddess as you are in appearance.”

“See,” God AlexG chuckled, “as I told you, James, most Goddesses . . .”

“Yes,” he laughed softly, “like huge boyfriends.”

Carmen looked a bit confused, then figured it was a private joke.

“So,” Carmen asked, “what do we do next?”

“Well . . .” AlexG started.

At about that moment the pair of them felt a surge go through their bodies. Carmen smiled in satisfaction, she loved getting bigger – it was just so damned sexy to experience, personally and visually. James was more at ease with it, now that the situation with her was resolved. In fact he too was starting to enjoy it as well, like he first had when it started. He grew another sixty-some inches and his gown split apart in the sudden massive growth revealing a well-sculpted masculine body that was almost twenty feet tall. The reinforced hospital bed under such a terrible load, of which it was not designed, groaned and collapsed. Carmen was catching up fast as well. She grew even more femininely muscular – her breasts looked like bulging cannon balls with each nipple making for an erotic peek-a-boo hard embossment on the fabric, but that was true in general. Carmen’s gown was airbrushed over her frame and seemed about ready to rip apart. The almost skin tight garment showed off her increasingly well proportioned muscular body from the broadening shoulders, narrow waist, round buttock, wide hips to her long powerfully built legs that never stopped. Carmen appeared like a silhouette of extreme athletic femininity. Her body was now seven feet eleven inches tall and in strength alone she was many times stronger then any Mortal male on record. Seeing that the surge had passed, it was only then that did AlexG continue with his statement.

“As I was about to say before you two grew again, we had better get to a remote location and quickly. If we don’t you two will crush this city in short order as the Mega God and Mega Goddess you are swiftly becoming in form – cannot have that can we?”

“Oh no, sir,” Carmen nodded in the affirmative.

“Not on your life!” James declared and promptly extracted himself from the remains of his flattened hospital bed.

As he stood up, James realized his body was now far too tall for the room and had to stoop over. If he didn’t his body would have crashed through the paneled ceiling. Even so, he literally felt like a Giant looking down at her. To him Carmen was now less then half as big as he was in size. Since this whole thing had started, he was unhappy with the fact that he was getting so much larger in proportion to her. Although he knew now from what AlexG had said, that she’d catch up in scale, for the moment it was so unbalanced. James could not share of himself in the enjoyment of the moment or even hold her hand in the way he loved to when they walked together. From his facial expressions and body language, she could see how he felt about it all. So leaning with one hand against his right leg and standing on the ends of her toes, Carmen reached up with the other to touch the fingertips of his large hand to reassure him.

“In a bit, I’ll be up to your scale, so don’t look so downcast my darling hombre.”

“Yes,” he sighed, I know – at least logically I do, but emotionally . . . it’s so hard for me.”

“Since that is the case, would you mind if you were to pick me up and cradle me in your arms, I’d enjoy that a great deal and I think you would too.”

“I wouldn’t mind at all,” he said eagerly, “in fact that’s a great idea.”

“Please,” she lightly laughed at his enthusiasm, “at least for a time until I change to your size.”

Carefully he bent down and extra gently lifted her up and then with great care he arranged Carmen’s body to carry her in his arms as he stood up. It was such a marvelous sensation. In spite of her new bigger body, Carmen was like a large scale Human doll to him. Any doubts or discomfort about his continuing size change were forever washed away. In some ways, James holding Carmen in this manner felt for the first time like the protector he always wanted to be as a man. As his loving liege-lady, he would never let anyone harm her. Even if the growth had stopped at their present scales, they would have made their disproportionate relationship workout somehow. Of that, he was certain.

“Wow – I don’t believe how powerful you are darling. I feel so safe crooked in your arms . . . and maybe later we can do this again – with me holding you.”

“Now,” he grinned broadly, “that would be something to try out – very much so.”

“I think,” AlexG commented, “it would be best that we were out of here – the local medicos along with the some from security are on the way here from the reported crashing sound. And I don’t think they’d understand or even quite believe just how huge you two are going to get shortly.”

“Yes,” James nodded, “let’s go AlexG.”

“Please,” Carmen agreed from her perch, let’s – I want to get this over with as soon as possible if James and I are to be a God and Goddess.”

“Very well, so let it be written, so let it be done.”

In a Starlight flash dematerialization – all three of them were gone from the room as if they’d never been there leaving only the wreckage of the mashed bed to give testament of their incredible presence.

To be continued . . .

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Chapter Six

The Multiverse – Universe 54 – Section 17
System Sol – Planet Terra (Earth – Alt Gallatin 1812 CE)
Republic of France – Département of Algeria
Time Zone: Atomic Age – Circa 21st CE

Within an instant, James and Carmen found themselves in the middle of a bleak desert landscape. AlexG informed them that they were in the Sahara Desert – southernmost Algeria to be precise. The sky was cloudless and the afternoon sun was brightly shining its radiance upon this arid and desolate Department of France. Nor were they alone, a statuesque Goddess – one of profound Super Amazonian gorgeousness – tanned to perfection and wearing mirror-reflective Ray-Ban sunglasses was waiting to greet them.

“Hello my dear, I’m glad you finally made it here – you’re somewhat overdue. I’ve set up the table and chairs along with refreshments for the event.”

What caught their immediate attention was her outstanding height and flawlessly sculpted physique – all scarcely concealed by her outdoors outfit. Eleven feet plus and possessing a wide shouldered build that was as shapely arousing as it was overtly femuscular in form. Next to her was an enveloping umbrella covered table with additional titanic-sized empty chairs spaced around it in neat order. A pitcher of lemonade, an ice bucket and a set of glasses were on a tray, one of which the woman was holding in her large hand. There were also two jumbo-sized Coleman Igloo coolers and a large propane gas stove nearby. The place almost had the ethereal appearance of an encampment for Giants and Giantesses on safari with only the ubiquitous white guide and a multitude of black porters missing from the tableau.

As she got up from the folding chair, she removed her sunglasses and revealed a set of sparkling brown eyes full of mirth. The wind caught her long brownish hair that had just the tints of shimmering yellow and red to it. Moving toward them, her body moved with the ease and grace of a panther in action – beautiful, intelligent and dangerous with the way her muscles pulsed and flexed under the smooth skin of her body. It was obvious that this Goddess was very much in physical culture and liked to look the part all too well in both appearance and execution of strength. As she and AlexG reached each other, they lovingly embraced and kissed. He then turned to introduce the woman whom it seemed he was very familiar with as she was of him. The two of them had a good guess as to her identity, but politely waited for introductions.

“James and Carmen,” he said with pride, “this is my beloved Goddess wife and co-ruler of The Realm, whom I told you about earlier, the ever-lovely Overlady DeniseH. From the moment we met, so long ago and far away, she has owned my heart – even before we were made into God and Goddess by Zed.”

“And still runs your life as well,” DeniseH said, squeezing his hand in affection.

“True and I love it that way, my Lady.”

“As you should, my Lord.”

“Pleased to meet you,” James answered, “Goddess DeniseH.”

“Yes,” shyly smiled Carmen, “it’s an honor for me as well, Goddess DeniseH.”

“Please, DeniseH will be fine, no need to use the formal title. Moreover, young ones, it is to me as well – an honor. Let me welcome you to the ranks of the Good Gods and Goddesses for I see, your rapidly becoming such in body and mind. And you are very lucky to be such partners who care about each other as much as you do. I could see that from where you were and now all the more in front of me with your powerful mate holding you protectively in his arms – like a Guardian-Knight should by for his lady fair.”

She could see that James and Carmen looked confused.

“You saw us earlier in the hospital room at Albuquerque,” Carmen stated, “but how?”

“True – I wasn’t physically in the room, rather I projected myself there as an observer. However, I could see that my husband had the situation well in hand. Had he needed assistance, I would have physically transported myself there, but it was unnecessary. Don’t worry about it just now. Its something you’ll understand all the better after the transformation is complete. Such powers will be perfectly natural and like you always had them all your lives.”

“Like you said,” James commented, “we’ll have other powers besides the Mega growth.”

“Yes,” AlexG nodded, “mental projection is one – and there are many others that you’d have learned instinctively on your own. It’s best, however, to be introduced to them by those who already know about them.”

At this point Carmen began to feel another size surge coming on and it hit her even before she got out a word it started. As they all watched, Carmen’s seven feet eleven inch femininely muscular body became all the greater in height and more importantly – in mass scale. The skin tight hospital gown died under this new wave of growth. Seams split open and fabric tore at the same time reducing the outfit to shreds in seconds – the fragments of clothing fell away to the desert floor landing at James’s feet like an opening package. Her muscles continued to expand and bulge in size, something of which Carmen loved – she was going to be proportionally larger then any of her role models. As James held her in his arms the process finished filling out her frame in super femuscle.

The tableau that presented itself was like James was proudly displaying Carmen for all to see, which in a way he was doing just that. From her broad thick shoulders, wide back, powerful upper chest, the magnificent rounded breasts, all of which only accentuated her femuscular form unto perfection. Then all the way down six-pack abdominals to her twin pillars of strength – the thunderous thighs and football shaped calves. Her body was smooth and lean as James’s already was in appearance. A feminine version to pair bond with his masculine version of physical superiority. Though both of them had yet to grow in size to Megas, their muscular physiques would forever remain as they appeared now. Unless he or she wished to change it later as a God or Goddess, which some did afterwards. They took on a less massive form as their regular appearance, however, most preferred to look awesomely muscular as a Deity.

Both AlexG and DeniseH could see how much the two new young ones were enjoying their final steps in becoming a God and Goddess. James himself smiled in pleasure at the site of a much larger Carmen in his arms. Her hard, swollen muscles and the growing female power against his body felt marvelous.

“Dearest one,” James teased, “you’re going to have to go on a diet if you keep this up – you’re bulging more by the second.”

Now, at over eleven feet in height, Carmen lovingly ran her hand over his hard body.

“You should talk, you’re still about twice my size. You go on the diet first and lead the way; after all, you’re a Guardian-Knight. I’m just a Civil Administrator for this world.”

At this both AlexG and DeniseH could sense the Godhood and Goddesshood energy rising in both of them, but of concern was for James – his levels were now sharply going up.

“Husband, he’s about to . . .”

“Yes I know my wife, I see the building matrix of his energy aura.”

“Me,” James said, “you’re the one who just grew . . .”

“James you are about to . . .”

Before AlexG could say anything further, James’s body had a huge surge, within seconds he started to grow from nineteen feet in size. Not to thirty feet, forty feet or even to fifty but on up past those levels. In this surge, it was all he could do not let Carmen slip from his ever-growing grasp. Quickly and carefully, he supported her and in response, Carmen held onto his oversized forearm using her now super powerful body to hang on tight with her thighs and arms rapped around it in a bear hug. The pair of young people were surprised but also enjoying the ride. As he finally stopped growing again, James couldn’t believe how tall he was – well over a hundred feet now. The ground under him shifted a bit, but was solid.

“Whoa,” Carmen laughed, “what a wild ride darling – next time I get to do that to you. Moreover, as I was saying, you will be the one to go on a diet. I’m going to get you a month’s supply of Thin-Fast and in an economy size amount. Maybe some TriLabs Diet Fuel as well just for an added extra measure for in between meal snacks.”

“I won’t argue,” he chuckled deeply, “you were right – I am putting on weight, but I don’t think they will do much for the height factor.”

“We must get James away soon, my husband. He’s past one hundred and the energy levels are exponentially rebounding within him – he’s now ready for Godhood.”

“I know my wife, – the recharge is coming on quickly – the Transmorph Process is about to climax. James, Carmen, its time – and James, you must be some distance from here, we only have a few minutes left now. You’re at the saturation point and about to fully transform into a Mega God.”

“I understand,” James said looking down at the pair, “what do you want me to do, walk there or . . .”

“No,” AlexG answered, “just put Carmen carefully down and I’ll transport you to the location.”

“Good luck my love,” Carmen said and kissed his gigantic forearm, “I’ll see you soon.”

As AlexG had requested James put the love of his life down on the ground, in fact he got down to his knees and bent over. Then he laid his forearm on the ground and Carmen slid off. Once done and he was back on his feet, in a very large Starlight flash AlexG and James were transported about five miles away. This being as far as necessary AlexG judged, but still close enough on the flat desert terrain for the small party to observe the transformation.

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While AlexG and James were in the process of the transport, Carmen for the first time noticed something about herself and about James for that matter. That they were both fully nude and yet didn’t seem to notice the fact or even care about whether people in public could see them.

“Ah, excellent,” DeniseH smiled wisely, “I see you have picked up on that fact.”

“Yes, I have,” Carmen replied, “is it just because of the swiftness of all that’s happened or . . .”

“No,” she answered allowed, “it’s perfectly normal as you are both becoming empowered – as a God and Goddess. Such feelings as Mortals have about body shyness or even complete nudity in public are now long behind you. Its also part of the metamorphosis – a most personal one.”

“I see, but you’re wearing athletic wear.”

“Yes,” she impishly smirked, “I might . . . or I might not.”

The clothing on DeniseH began to shimmer and slowly disappear. Within seconds, her body was totally devoid of any form of covering – except for the sunglasses. If James or Carmen thought DeniseH’s physique was impressive before, now fully revealed standing in front of Carmen in her bare feet, DeniseH was an astounding and a breathtaking nude vision of feminine super muscularity. Carmen was very impressed and it showed – visually and mentally.

“Thank you Carmen for the complements, but you too are very Amazonianly beautiful, as well – never forget that.”

“I won’t. I know I am, but it’s so new to me. I sometimes forget how big I’m getting.”

“Dear one,” DeniseH said reassuringly, “we all do. It just cannot be helped, as it’s the way of things as a God or Goddess, for we are large beings physically – to us such is our normal size. Gradually, in time, you’ll be more conscious of it and the smaller Mortals you will live amongst and will guide as their counselor. However, as I was saying, I might or might not wear clothing. It all depends on the circumstances, my mood or even if I’m trying to seduce my dear AlexG for a moment of large fun in the sun. You should see him in a mesh tank top and shorts; it really turns me on. He really loves to see my clothing split off my body when we start to make love and I do of his as well.”

“Quite right,” Carmen smiled wryly, “I think James would too, I know I would.”

“True, very true. However as I was saying, most of us choose to wear clothing, not to cover up, or to protect our bodies from the elements, for such is not something that can bother us. But more to entice our partners or to display ourselves to the world in the manner required of us at the time. Our choice of clothing is uniquely our own and varies from person to person. My beloved AlexG prefers to look well dressed, for as an Immortal it was so much a part of his life and the various occupations he held to support himself. He was always the professional, doing his job to the last jot and tittle. I myself, was something of a warrior for a time, but unlike him, I was a Mortal. Later I had other jobs – shall we say – that didn’t exactly require a college education. They were fun and to this day I still enjoy showing off my body, which is why I dress the way I do – most of the time. Sometimes I like appear as I do now, a naked muscular female force – a Goddess. In a short while you’ll see what I mean for I expect that now that this world has you two as its representatives, others of us will be dropping in to visit the youngest members to our ranks.”

At that moment, AlexG reappeared in a Starlight flash materialization.

“Well, he’s safely five miles away from here – and not a minute too soon, either.”

“Where,” Carmen asked looking about, “I mean which direction?”

“Oh,” he pointed to the south, “that a way.”

“Here dear, strip down and join us,” DeniseH said teasingly. “You know how good you look, don’t be bashful.”

“As you wish, for you know I could never refuse you in anything.”

As DeniseH had done, AlexG still wearing his gold rimmed spectacles – now altered to reflective sunglasses mode, was just as bare with his supermuscular male form taking in the sun.

“Ok, I’m ready. Let’s take our chairs and watch the show.”

As they did so, Carmen – now also sunglasses equipped courtesy of DeniseH – and AlexG both took a glass of cold lemonade in hand. In a way, if it wasn’t for AlexG’s, DeniseH’s and Carmen’s nakedness, the scene that presented itself would have looked like a 1950’s open-air nuclear test. Each of them had a pair of binoculars and watching the far terrain horizon for action of the Mega spectacular type – the birth of a God.

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After they left DeniseH and Carmen behind, James found himself with AlexG about five miles away from the girls. Though he was over a hundred feet tall now, he couldn’t make out the spot they had just left.

“You will, but not just yet. After the Transmorph Process is complete, seeing them won’t be a problem, so don’t worry.”

“You did that again,” James commented, “as in the hospital and at the encampment, you spoke in my head and not with your voice. I didn’t notice that until just now.”

“Well,” AlexG announced, “I could do it aloud, but Mind-speak is a lot easier – but if you prefer . . .”

“No, not at all, please do – I rather like it.”

“Ok, I shall then. Like all the other powers you will possess shortly, PSI powers too, will be as normal for you and Carmen as if you always had the ability. But I had better head back now, you’re about to explode.”

“Yes, for some reason I can sense the change coming on. Moreover, I’m starting to sense other things too. I don’t know how else to express or explain it.”

“Good, as I said you would. You’ll grow to enormous size, so don’t worry about it, just stand back and enjoy the first time Mega growth. It’s quite an empowering moment.”

At saying this, the presence of AlexG disappeared leaving James all alone waiting in his finally moments as a Mortal.

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As the three watched, AlexG counted down the seconds.

” . . . . . Seven . . . . . Six . . . . . Five . . . . . Four . . . . . Three . . . . . Two . . . . . One . . . . . MEGA.”

In the distance a massive Starlight energy explosive occurred and out of it was born a new God. Within seconds, they saw rising on the horizon a Human form, but no Mortal form but that of a superbeing growing in height and mass like nothing this world had ever seen.

“T-plus 10 seconds,” AlexG commented, “people and we have liftoff of the God James. All vectors are go, all tracking stations are go, it looks like a good day for Godhood.”

“Hopefully not into high orbit,” Carmen said nervously, excited at the thought of it all.

“No, but he will get very huge indeed. See he’s already close to 1000 feet now.”

“Oh my,” Carmen said – and thought, “and so will I – soon enough.”

To be continued . . .

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Chapter Seven

As the last elements of his Mortal existence were purged away, James felt hot and sweaty – unbearably feverish. In fact, it was symptomatic of his final transition into one of the Undying.

“I never expected it to feel like this, it feels so . . . amazing – so wonderful, too.”

In that very instant he could sense that the force building within him had reaching its uppermost limit – and then as he ascended into Immortal God-like form a Starlight explosion enveloped his living essence. Simultaneously, he was struck by a massive growth surge, greater then anything he had thus far experienced. Like a runaway elevator sailing into the sunny sky, his body exponentially expanded in shear size onward and upward, evolving into a Human skyscraper – and well beyond into the realm of a Super Mega-sized God. The ground underneath his two feet was shifting and depressing. His ultra gigantic form blotted out the sun and cast a long shadow over the desert landscape – mighty and terrifying. Soon his body was over 5000 feet in height and the process of growth was not showing any indications of slowing, much less stopping. Inconceivable as it might have once seemed to him – to have already grown so insanely large and continuing to grow even larger – now, it felt so normal and natural to him.

The same was as true about the world around him – keenly sensing it for the first time in ways and manners unlike anything that he had previous known as a mere Mortal being. All of the environmental elements of physical reality were his to manage and/or control. The very conditions of the weather were at his command – or if he so wished, with a single thought he could reshape this arid landscape into a lush tropical paradise. If he selectively focused, he could hear Carmen talking to AlexG and DeniseH. He sensed her wonder of his change even as she observed him. In response, James waved at them and he could actually see Carmen’s joy and waved back at him. He could feel the tempo of his body gradually slowing in its growth – close to two miles in overall height. Instinctively, he knew that upon climax, if he so willed, it was possible to grow unabated in size, but wouldn’t – he was, in his opinion, more then large enough.

His thoughts then returned to his newfound supernatural powers. The abilities such as access to teleportation like he had witnessed AlexG use. He could see and was sensitively aware of the hyperspace pathways to use, how to mentally open the doors and many other things about the Universe, no the Multiverse around him. They were like pages in a book, but that wasn’t a correct description, for they interlocked into one another and at the same time were totally separate. James couldn’t quite express it any better – it just was and that was good enough. He for the first time could sense the true Immortality he had as a God, not just physically, or mentally, but in divine spirit. Even if his body was destroyed, he could create a new one to replace it. In addition to the terrible powers he now had as a Mega, his PSI abilities to guide with, fight with, to build with or to destroy with were incredible – and nearly boundless.

Now well over two miles high and possessing the all the powers of a God – everything – from horizon to horizon was helpless before him no matter where he turned his gaze. Truly, in and of itself the ability of unlimited growth was filled with massive potential. And yet, he had a feeling of benevolent love for this world and its people. Never to do them harm, only to help and protect them when required. In this moment of awareness, James intimately understood what he was and most importantly, what was now required of him as a Guardian-Knight. It was an enormous responsibly and one he swore by all he held dear to never to misuse or abuse.

**********

“Well,” Carmen commented, “it looks like he’s finished growing.”

“Yes, very much so.” AlexG answered, pleased at the sight.

“Can I talk to him? I know I don’t have the Mind-speak ability yet . . .”

DeniseH smiled, “Just think what you want to say and I will PSI convey it for you.”

“How does it feel James?”

“I don’t know how to describe it, my love. Awesome, astounding, terrifying, wonderful and many more terms. I’m not even certain mere words can explain it. But I am content to accept what I am now. And I longingly await you to join me as such.”

“Good,” AlexG added, “I’m glad to hear that fact – but you are correct, there are no words to describe the feelings, they just are.”

“How before I change, not long I hope?” Carmen asked with an eager tone.

“Well,” AlexG explained, “based on what we two here can see, maybe a few hours time – remember your change started almost half a day after James’s did.”

“Yes, but you said it was faster for females.”

“Correct, but the rates slow down after the first couple of surges.”

“I remember,” Carmen sighed, “I’m just too impatient I guess.”

“No,” DeniseH said taking Carmen’s hand in reassurance, “you’re just Human and that’s normal to have such desires, for you still are Human, but more then that too as an Immortal Deity. Such emotions must be tempered with patience which is as Goddess you must be in all of your actions.”

“Is there no way to speed it up?” James inquired – genuinely curious.

DeniseH replied, “It must progress at each individual’s own pace – a transition into one of the Undying cannot be forced.”

“Well, I don’t think I want to return to normal scale just yet, I really like this new size. No point in teleporting back as a Mega, I’d crush the encampment. Therefore, I’ll wait out here until your time comes. Then we can enjoy it together.”

In this they didn’t have long to wait, for time seemed to pass more swiftly then they realized. The two couples enjoyed each other’s company, in some ways it was like a party, even if one member was some distance away. Soon it was Carmen’s time to be reborn into a Goddess.

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“It is time,” DeniseH stated, “your energy levels are rising fast now.”

“I would think so,” Carmen throatily chucked, “I’m close to ninety-five feet tall now. It was a real pleasure to grow like that so unexpectedly. I feel so powerful.”

“I agree,” James put in, “but then I missed part of the enjoyment trying to keep you from falling out of my arms. You had all the fun.”

“True, but then you weren’t trying to hold onto your forearm either.”

“We must hurry now,” DeniseH commanded, “you’re only minutes away from your Mega Goddesshood – and you’ll have time enough for lovers chit-chat later. Ready my dear?”

“Yes, please. I can . . .”

A Starlight flash and the two women were five miles away from the encampment.

” . . . Hardly wait? Oh my, that was fast.”

She looked in front of her, the sight of James’s feet only two miles away were unimaginably huge, but then so were the legs that they were attached to – as well as the rest of the body that went up into the sky.

“Good God,” she whispered aloud, “I thought ninety-five feet was big, but . . .”

“Well,” DeniseH smiled, “it seems you might be acquiring a sense of scale and how we Gods and Goddesses have to deal with it. But Carmen, don’t ever worry, the transformation will be very enjoyable so just take it in and don’t think about it.”

“I’m certain I will DeniseH.”

Up until now, James hadn’t said a word, but as soon as DeniseH vanished in a flash, he did – mentally. He could see them with his God powers of the mind, but only if he increased his visual focus could he really see them. If he didn’t they were so small, in fact at his Mega two-mile scale, less then insects.

“Hello my love, I eagerly await you joining me.”

“Oh James, you can see me, I mean I must be so tiny now, less then a flea in comparison to you.”

“True, you are, but always no matter your size, I shall love you with all my heart.”

“And I you as well. I . . .”

She stopped – a fever had started, just like that first time in the hospital hallway. James with his powers now could sense the rising energy levels – they were on the verge of crescendo.

“I can sense you are just about ready to ascend, it’s such a beautiful sight.”

“Yes, DeniseH and AlexG explained it to me earlier. It feels so awesomely good, maybe even better then sex. As if I’m turning into something I always was meant to be – a Goddess.”

In that very instant, she felt the rising energy climaxing within her being and then a Starlight explosion encompassed her body. Carmen could feel the growth surge, but it was unlike any of the previous ones that she had experienced – this one was a Mega Super Surge. Once it began, she expanded and grew like a rocket at take off – clawing for the sky. Onward, upward and grow-ward she climbed. It was incredibly good, like the earlier growth, but now better then ever. She couldn’t believe how huge her body was becoming; the weight factor must have been horrendous for she could feel the ground depress under her feet. Already she was close to 1000 feet in height, like a Human skyscraper growing on the desert plain. It was late in the day, but the sun was still up and the awesome shadow she cast over the land was incredible.

“Hello beloved, I see you rising from the ground to greet me.”

Carmen looked up – and now at 2000 feet – saw that James was growing closer to her or rather; she was rising up to meet him.

“Hello there my tall and powerful hombre. What a rush this is to feel, like an amusement park ride, only better. Cuz it’s inside and outside of me all at the same time. I can hardly wait to embrace you.”

“As do I, as do I. It’s rather lonely at the top they say and now that I’m a God and a Mega, I fully agree with that shopworn cliché.”

“Well, don’t worry, the Goddess Carmen is on her way to rescue her lonely hero with a Giantess’s hug.”

In a few minutes, her body was well over 4000 feet, almost half his size. She still felt like a child, looking up at him, but knew it would soon pass. Then she looked around at the landscape and was shocked at what she saw. The process continued to make her grow – it was so normal to her now, but the sight wasn’t. Everything seemed so small and vulnerable to her. All she’d have to do is step on something and it would be destroyed – totally flattened out of existence under her Mega-sized body as a Goddess. Then she realized that that wasn’t the only thing, she for the first time sensed her Goddess powers of the mind as well. She could see and feel the world around her like nothing she had ever known before – earth, fire, air and water. The elements of life and creation. If she paused, she could sense the plants and the animals. This and many other things about the planet were revealed to her now. It was incredible and astounding to her. There was almost nothing she couldn’t do now – even control the weather. She knew, yet didn’t know how else to put it, but she knew she was truly Immortal in all things, body, mind and spirit. Even if this vessel was destroyed, Carmen realized she could make a new one to replace it with her new abilities. Her Goddess powers were that of creation and destruction. In this moment, Carmen accepted the inherent responsibly for the entire world and everything around her; she made a personal lifelong oath.

“I promise in my heart and by all that is sacred never to abuse my powers as a Goddess. I know is sounds so corny, but I only want help, guide and protect our people – like a mother.”

When she focused, Carmen could hear the unshielded thoughts of AlexG, DeniseH and especially her beloved – James.

“Did it feel like this for you?”

“Yes, very much so. However, there is even more, wait and take it all in and enjoy it.”

Now she was close to a mile and a half in size and then saw what he meant, the abilities to physically teleport. Carmen could see and was aware of the hyperspace pathways that all Gods and Goddess used to travel. She could whenever she wished mentally open the doors and many other things about the Universe. Then it came to her that wasn’t the correct word but the Multiverse around her. She understood now what AlexG and DeniseH had been talking about, there wasn’t just one, but many. Like an interlaced book of unlimited pages. Separate, equal and fully connected integrated into one whole. It didn’t make sense, but it was so. Perhaps even a Goddess or a God couldn’t understand it.

“Those were my thoughts as well. As AlexG has said: I don’t think there is any other way to describe it, it just is.”

“Yes, very. Oh my, I seem to be stopping in the growth. I’m almost one and three-quarters of a mile high and . . . I don’t believe how small everything is.

Slowly, James walked up beside her and gently took her hand in his, to which she loved the feeling. It had been so long for them both – had it only been a couple of days? It seemed like an eternity.

“I know,” he said looking downward into her eyes, “I felt the same. It was awesome and something of a personal revelation for me. And I think for you too.”

To this, she nodded, “Yes it has been.”

For a time they both just took it all in but gradually they kept looking at one another for longer and longer spells and the longing grew within each of them as the shock of the transformation wore off. In the two years or so they had grown first as friends, then as lovers sharing of themselves, now came this physical and spiritual change. In these moments of silent thought, he proposed and she accepted. Their courtship was completed – they pledged their holy troths under the fading western desert sun. In that moment of becoming husband and wife to each other they sought the blessing of the Supreme One. From this time forward whatever came, they would face it together. Once all was completed, slowly she responded to his non-verbal body language, for now no words – oral or mental were required – they both understood. Slowly the pair embraced and kissed for the first time in days as equals – as Mega God and Goddess. And then much more together on the ground – becoming as one.

**********

Back at the encampment, AlexG held his beloved Goddess DeniseH in his lap. They were observing the pair of newly made God and Goddess in the distance holding hands and then embracing and kissing. Then after a space of time, they were reclining on the ground in their duel passions with each other and privately PSI meshed on their personal channel.

“Darling they are a wonderful couple, I think this world is in very good hands.”

“I agree, that they are – this planet couldn’t have asked for a better pair to guide and protect it.”

To be continued . . .

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Chapter Eight

After a few hours of joyfully passionate consummation, James and Carmen announced they were now ready to return to the now torch lit encampment at the beginning of nightfall.

“So soon,” AlexG wryly commented, “I would have thought at least another day for you two humping Mega Deities. The terrain to the north of us still needs to be leveled . . .”

DeniseH symbolically with the power of her mind put an astral hand over his mouth.

“Now dear,” DeniseH impishly smiled, “they’ve shown remarkable restraint in this matter. Conservative, compact and to the point. Just because when we first did it and you seduced me for the length of a week, doesn’t mean everyone does.”

Gently removing DeniseH’s astral hand, AlexG said: “Me? Don’t believe a word she says young ones. This nymphomaniac of a wife of mine – I bargained her down from a full month and that wasn’t easy to do. Once she gets started, I have to satisfy her needs – fully.”

“And you don’t have a choice either,” she smiled lustfully at him, “your chivalrous soul cannot refuse my just wishes – as you well know.”

“Quite right, I have a very hard time resisting your sexy body and sultry seductive voice. Your powers keep me vertical are a wonder to be-hold. Even when I’m fatigued in my work.”

James and Carmen by this time were starting to laugh at the two’s bantering back and forth. It was obvious that they deeply loved one another greatly. In addition, AlexG and DeniseH must have been doing the same with each other at the encampment, as they had in enjoying one another’s pleasure five miles away.

“Please stop,” James broke in, “your sex talk will corrupt our young minds with all sorts amorous ideas.”

“Oh, I doubt that,” put in Carmen winking, “young minds just seem to grow them all by themselves.”

“All too true James,” AlexG said, “when we were much younger several millennia ago it was not much different with us.”

“Actually darling, we still are in many ways . . . as some of our Vassals think of us.”

“Yes, true as their Young King and Young Queen – anyway, patch up your differences, because the amazing team of God James and Goddess Carmen are on their way . . . ”

With a radiant burst of Starlight from the pair of Megas standing five miles away and then less then a second later, another pair of energy flashes, but more normal-sized appeared at the encampment.

” . . . In a flash,” he finished now with the two of them returned.

The four of them were still naked but like the older pair, they had fully integrated into their new forms and paid no mind to that fact or of their own nudity.

“Well,” AlexG observed, “you’ve shrunk a bit I see – James at eleven and Carmen at nine feet plus.”

“Yes,” said Carmen, “we’ve decided to normally be about this size together in public.”

“In a way” James continued, “you two motivated us and are our role models – so we copied your Deity to Mortal scale. It is easier, as you said to relate to them; otherwise, they seem less then insects. Which of course, they definitely are not.”

“But Carmen,” DeniseH commented, “I’m eleven feet plus tall, not nine – you’re shorter then me.”

“I know,” Carmen said in an honest tone, “I convinced James here to be like AlexG, in stature, however I like being shorter then you and as well it pleases me to be this way with James.

“My dear wife,” James chuckled, “is just as hard to refuse as yours is AlexG – so I agreed with her wishes.”

“I hope you understand and aren’t disappointed – you see, I’ve always had a thing for very large and tall men, despite the fact that all my life that I wished to be taller. Therefore, in this way I get the best of both worlds. I’m taller then any Mortal man or woman, but my beloved husband is very large, even compared to myself – a fact that I dearly love.”

“Ah I see,” DeniseH said, “I understand your reasons – and don’t concern yourself, I’m not in any way disappointed, dear one. If that makes you two happy, then by all means do so as you wish.”

“Wait a second,” AlexG stated, “did I hear you two correctly – husband and wife? But you two aren’t married.”

“Before we became God and Goddess we weren’t,” James explained, “but afterwards I proposed to her.”

“And I accepted,” Carmen added with a broad grin, “since we are Deities now, we didn’t think any Mortal could rightfully do the ceremony for us.”

“So we pledged ourselves to one another under the open sky and in the fading sun to the Supreme One – Zed.”

“You knew to do that – in Him/Hers name then?” asked AlexG.

“Yes,” Carmen confirmed, “that’s was something we both were surprised by, somehow we both knew all the required words to say, the power that Zed represents – everything. It was as if we always had known it. Perhaps that is part of the process of becoming a God or Goddess?”

“Yes,” DeniseH answered, “it is Carmen – but for the pair of us, it was a bit different. Zed revealed Him/Her-self directly to us, so we knew even before we were transformed and then married by Zed right after our transformation.”

“Well,” AlexG teased, “what happened next – or should I just assume massive horizontal action.”

“No,” James answered, “exactly something else first – and it was really weird, we heard a voice in our minds, Zed.”

“Dang,” AlexG exclaimed, “Zed’s on vacation, He/She talked to you – what did He/She say?”

“Zed said,” Carmen replied, “‘No problem my children, so be it. You look to be a fine couple and I accept and bless your oaths to one another.’ And then His/Her presence was gone from our minds.”

“Fantastic,” AlexG exclaimed, “just like it was for us – well sort of. Anyway, this called for some real honest to Zed adult beverages to commemorate your joining.”

And at this, a selection of potables ranging from imported Polish Vodka to Jack Daniel’s No 7 materialized on the table with liquor glasses. All agreed to put on some clothing in order to properly celebrate the marriage of the new young God and Goddess of Terra. AlexG resumed wearing his sports jacket, casual dress shirt and slacks – while DeniseH slipped into tastefully designed twin-strapped, one-piece cocktail dress that revealed as much as it concealed. Wishing to emulate her mentor, Carmen followed suit with a strapless dress that appeared to be spray painted onto the curvaceous contours of her august body. James being of a more conservative nature simply shifted into a pair of denim blue jeans, an embroidered shirt and cowboy boots.

As they were celebrating the new marriage of James and Carmen, a Starlight flash materialization suddenly occurred within the encampment. It was a living Adonis of a God – and wearing a set of flowing robes that would have looked right at home in Classical Greece or Rome. Given the size of his ubermuscular development and masculine endowment, a modern set of clothing (shirt and pants) would have been highly uncomfortable in all the wrong places.

“Thank Zed I found you AlexG, please, you’ve got to help me!”

Impulsively, he gripped the sports jacket in his two ham-sized hands – much to the surprise and suppressed annoyance of AlexG. Obviously, he was terribly scared and upset.

“You’re the Scribe of the Supreme One and you’d know what to do if anyone would. I know you warned me, but when I got involved with them I though it would be a great thing. The greatest thing ever, but now their insistent demands for more of myself is going to kill me.”

“Nonsense,” AlexG replied, “you’re a God you cannot die.”

Gently, AlexG got the other God to release his sports jacket – smoothing it with his hands.

“I know that,” he said all but with tears in his eyes, “but it would beat being pleasured tortured by them. I cannot keep up with them, I don’t have the stamina – I’m a God, not a perpetual motion machine for Zed’s sake! And I cannot refuse them – they’re so wonderful. However, there is such a thing as too much of a good thing – Zed knows I’ve learned my lesson and I want out, but they won’t let me – so I escaped them, for the moment.”

“Well, my advice is to hide out in some universe that they’d never thing to look in, perhaps yet you should even act as a Mortal man for an age or two. Maybe become a writer or some such occupation – but for Zed’s sake stay away from romance novels – with you it would be a dead giveaway. It should be easy for a person like you to avoid them, you’re a God, creativity is in your blood.”

“Yes that’s a great idea – thank you thank you.”

Then he looked at his sundial watch – and his face turned white.

“Oh nuts, I’ve been here too long . . . and the pair of you seem like a lovely couple, my congratulations to you both.”

Backing off some distance from the group, he disappeared in a Starlight flash.

“Who was that?” James asked – somewhat in confusion at the suddenness of the event.

“Oh,” DeniseH answered, “that was God Aeros. A short while back he became intimately involved with some of the Goddesses of the IRT – but then that’s his business.”

“Goddesses of the IRT?” Carmen inquired – now curious for more information.

“Inter Relay Talk,” AlexG answered, “it’s a guild of Goddesses who manage computer chat rooms amongst several universes of the Multiverse. They get a real thrill out of role playing – and I hear it’s a growing interest with Mortal males. Some of their leaders names are . . .”

A synchronization of Starlight flashes and a pair of nine-foot Goddesses appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Standing side by side, one was possessed of long cascading dark hair, the other, a blonde with short-cropped hair. The two of them were dressed much as Aeros had been. They were clothed in Classical period gowns with a single strap over the right shoulder. A bronze clap or brooch held the feminine outfit in place. Bracelets, rings and a necklace were adorned upon each of them, along with leather sandals on their feet. However, the eight-foot plus clothing or for the most part lack of it was very revealing. In addition, even the cloth itself was semi-transparent revealing their well-developed high bosomed bodies in all of their glory.

“These are the Goddesses Brigid and Trish.”

“Hello AlexG,” Goddess Brigid coyly smiled, “the perfect gentleman, you’re as gracious as ever – alas.”

“Too true – so what can I do for you lovely ladies?”

“Oh plenty,” Brigid laughed, “but for now we are looking for the God Aeros, he escaped from our clutches. And we figured he’d come to you for help or advice – seen him?”

“Actually yes, but he sensed you coming and winked out of here before I got more then word or two.”

“Oh,” Trish grinned with a lustful glint, “I think you got more in then that with him, but we’ll find him and drag him back to his job as our personal sex slave.”

“And you know we will,” Brigid smiled in pleasure, “he’s powerless in our presence.”

“Any time you get tired of supermuscular chicks, let us know,” Trish winked knowingly.

DeniseH sensing their intentions protectively took AlexG’s arm in hers – ownership fashion.

“Not on your Immortal Deity’s lives girls, he’s all mine – besides, I’ve already promised him to the Goddesses Rojo, Kate and Faylinn if I ever do give him up. They has first dibs on his muscular butt.”

“What about this new young God here?” Brigid inquired with a predatory glint in her eyes.

“Nope, he’s mine,” Carmen declared – and following her mentor’s action, “and stick that drooling tongue back in James.”

“Who me – ouch!” he joked – then felt a free finger jabbing him in the side.

“All right, my boss – I’m all yours!”

“See, I’ve already claimed him – sorry.”

“Dang,” Brigid pouted, “well it didn’t hurt to ask.”

“See you around,” Trish said, “in time they all come to us.”

“One way or the other,” Brigid added, “sooner or later.”

They then winked out in a bright duel flash of Starlight, leaving the two couples all alone again in the dark of the night with only the torches breaking the darkness.

“What a pair,” James commented – still somewhat in awe.

Carmen added, “I’ll say – do they have a name for what they do?”

“Yes,” AlexG answered, “they are called Collectors and you’ll have to watch out for them. Moreover, be especially vigilant for ones from the side of evil Deities – The Consortium. This extends not just for yourselves, personally as a hazard, but to the beings under your direct protection. As Mortals or even Immortals, they have no one other then the pair you to look to for security. Good-hearted ones like Brigid and Trish are playful and nice with their assumed property and seek permission first from the ones they want to take. Though I think Aeros might have a slightly different opinion to express at this point in his relationship with those two.”

“Others,” DeniseH declared, “who should know better – and do – are ones that I’d nuke totally out of the Multiverse, if I had my way. Cruel and sadistic with their acquisitions as if they were no more then sex toys rather then sentient, ensouled beings.”

“I know we cannot really die as Deities,” Carmen asked, “so what do you do with them when you find them on your territory?”

“When I catch them,” DeniseH firmly stated, “I beat the crap out of them and then warp them out of our Domain. The No Trespassing Permitted Period – Violators will be Crushed and Burnt signs are well marked on the hyperspace pathways leading to the authorized ports of entry into The Realm.”

“I thought that was the job of the Guardian-Knights as protectors,” stated James.

“Normally yes,” AlexG said, “that’s true – but the two us in our joint rulership consider it as much a matter of Civil Administration as Security when such encounters or others akin to them occur. Sort of prevents jurisdictional conflicts you might say.”

“Actually,” DeniseH added with a coy wink, ” I can be a real terror when the various peoples under our aegis are threatened by the likes of such vile scum. Therefore he’s had the inspired wisdom to permit me join him as an armed auxiliary.”

James and Carmen chuckled at the thought of Multiverse enemies seeing the twin pair of God AlexG and Goddess DeniseH coming at them in wrathful anger. No doubt if they did, they’d need new Deity strength underwear – to say nothing about retreating at twice their speed.

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With their abilities as God and Goddess, AlexG and DeniseH had cloaked the younger pair from prying eyes so they could be alone – or as they put it: Time Enough For Love. Wisely, they’d allowed the Starlight flashes to be observed knowing that they’d eventually be recognized as heralding to the world at large that it now had two Deities living in residence.

From high orbit, spy satellites of both the Western and the Eastern power blocs had picked up the two distinct flashes hours apart – presumably from covert nuclear tests. However, none of the instruments detected any radiation, such as from a traditional nuclear weapon, just the light itself. Nor could the high-resolution cameras pick up any other unusual activity – the area looked totally normal otherwise. After ruling out computer glitches, falling space debris and meteorites, all available information was transmitted by the USNA Air Defense Command Center under Apache Mountain to Washington House in New York City, the District of Washington. Confirmation was received that neither the Republic of France, its clients or any of the other members of the Western Confederation of Democratic Republics and their clients were doing any testing in the Sahara Desert – covert or otherwise. The same was true with the Eastern Association of Socialist States and their clients when the Premier of the Russian Union of Soviets pointed inquired over the Hot Line demanding the same answers from him.

With friends and foes alike denying responsibly, the mystery was still on the minds of the President and his Cabinet when the secure telephone to the Octagon rang.

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(Now what, you might ask – ah, but that is another story for another time and place.)

The End?

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I think that went well, so, let’s continue.

Fun fact: this next story is one that I personally asked AlexG if he had or knew where to find a copy anywhere in the many FMG forums and sites. It turns out he added a spin-off that I wasn’t aware:

YOLANDA’S FORMULA
A Michael and Yolanda Adventure
A Fantasy GT/GTS/Muscle Growth Adventure Story
By Alexander Germain © 1998 – alexgermain@yahoo.com

Chapter One

Personal Journal of Michael Moray
Volume One – A Transformation Odyssey

With all that’s recently happened to me it’s hard to know where I should start – a common enough problem with all personal recountals of a biographical nature, or so I’ve been told. Well, since this is supposed to be a journal of my personal thoughts and observations, She suggested that I should begin by telling you who I am – or rather, once used to be . . .

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My name is Michael Moray and one of the things that I have always admired, and even envied at times, the masculinely muscular heroes like those in the works of classical Science Fiction and Fantasy – the stories with John Carter and Dejah Thoris, especially being among my favorites. It was then, as a young teenager of fourteen that I first discovered that I actually preferred athletically built females such as superfitness ones or even better yet to me – female bodybuilders – as a desirable archetype in a woman. This of course, was contrary to what society normally considered being attractive – such as the hyperaugmented Sports Illustrated swimsuit models or Playboy centerfolds. It’s not to say I didn’t find these kinds of women beautiful to look upon, not at all – it’s just that for me they weren’t my personal ideal as an archetype in a prospective female.

After attending collage and getting degrees in computer science and history at NIU at DeKalb, I got a job as a computer-programming technician at the Unidyne Computer Corporation which was located in the City of Chicago, Illinois. I decided to try out in my spare time to do something about the way I looked physically. I was six-foot two and had a lean, lanky appearance as your stereotypical slender-built computer geek. Not exactly knowledgeable as where to start, after confiding with my wise Aunt Anita and a lifelong physical culturist, suggested a local gym in my area. I checked it out and was impressed – the equipment was first class, the hours open were flexible and it had reasonable membership rates.

Aside from the facilities, at a personal level it also had one other factor that made it extremely attractive – athletically built females and Amazonian bodybuilders that were only seen in Boris Vallejo or Frank Frazetta fantasy artworks. However, none more then one in particular that captivated me – and captured my soul – a young woman by the name of Yolanda Kochalski.

Not only was she the owner of the gymnasium/dojo, but Yolanda was hardly your ordinary female physical culturist with an ultra tall Hippolytian physique that measured a towering seven foot three in height. Her sculpted silhouette had an aura of flawless femuscular perfection – broad in the shoulders and amply endowed with a prominent pair of F-cup-sized breasts – she seemed like a Junoesque merger of the She-Hulk, Thundra and Valkyrie into a solitary individual. Facially, her Elvish-angelic profile of magnetic beauty was blessed with set of sea-blue eyes and a radiant halo of golden blonde hair that cascaded downward to mid-back in length. As a wondrous woman of majestic power, she seemed like a close cousin of Marjorie Monaghan – albeit as one that possessed the graceful athletic attributes of Gabrielle Reece and Anja Schreiner blended with the augmented physique-build of Denise Hoshor.

From very moment I laid eyes upon her, I was attracted to her – even drawn to her magnetic demeanor – and that was a natural enough reaction given the blend of femininity and muscularity that she possessed as well as my inclinations about such women. However, there was something else – indefinable that mere words could not adequately express – a metaphysical familiarity I felt about her. Socially, as our close friendship grew stronger what we each felt only intensified – eventually it evolving into true love that was filled with a boundless passion.

She’s reminding me that I’m getting ahead of myself here . . . that came later, for now back to the very beginning.

When I first met her, she struck me as the ultimate female bodybuilder I had ever seen in all my life, the perfect blend of femininity and super muscularity. From that moment on I was secretly in love with her. Over the time I was going there we had became good friends although I was a little intimidated by her size and height. Despite our physical differences, she seemed to want my company, going out of her way at times to be with me. It mystified me, I figured it had to be my intellect and not my body she respected. In turn, from our discourses, I discovered she had brains to match her brawn. Obviously, she enjoyed my company, socially, but could she ever come to love me, as I was as so deeply in love with her?

Chapter Two

My adventure began as she was closing and locking up the building at 9 P.M. on a Saturday. The radio on the wall was tuned to a local FM station that only played the top pop hits of the 60s, 70s and 80s. “Bus Stop” by the English group The Hollies was coming from it. I was talking to her across the registration desk about how I wasn’t getting anywhere. Zippo progress in my development I told her. And that I was considering chalking it up to one of life’s disappointing experiences. But also that I really enjoyed her company. Dismally I thought, however, she was someone for whom I could never expect to attract physically. The tune from the radio had switched and now was playing “Hush” by Deep Purple.
Looking down at me with concern on her face Yolanda asked, “Have you ever heard of the Super Soldier Formula?”

This question from out of left field caught me off guard, but I recovered quickly.

“Actually yes, from my studies of history in collage. The rumor I heard goes that it was a top-secret government project but it didn’t work out and was abandoned. If ever such a project did exist; all the surviving paperwork was buried in the Pentagon’s Future Eyes Only Vault, not to be declassified until sometime in the next century. The myth of it, however, has survived on only in comic books like Captain America.”

“Well it wasn’t a myth, there really was a government project during the Cold War. Its main purpose was to create a cadre of elite Super Soldiers to carry out ultra top secret missions. A second purpose was the possible spin off for medical uses. It might be helpful in aiding the healing of very ill persons, such as Soldiers exposed to radioactive fallout.”

“How do you know all this?”

“My Father, Dr. Alexander Kochalski, was one of the head bio-scientists on the project. It was canceled just short of completion when the Cold War was over. Government funding began to dry up. My Father being the kind of man, who didn’t know what the meaning of NO was, kept up the research on his own time in the government labs. He also had a more personal reason to keep the project going.”

I could hear the radio in the background playing “One Tin Soldier” by Coven as I asked, “What was it?”

“Me.”

“You!”

“Yes, you see I was always a very frail and sickly child. The doctors didn’t think that I would live very long if something drastic didn’t happen. And they had tried everything in the book. By the time I was in my early 20’s I would probably be dead. Therefore, he continued his research on the side. Finally, one day, he figured he had it worked out. The formula checked out on all the best CRAY supercomputer simulations that he could run. The trouble was that the Formula, being made especially for Homo Sapiens DNA, it was not possible to make any final test with any lab animals. It would have to be tried out on a Human volunteer without such final precautions.

One night, a little over six years ago, when I was eighteen, he took me with him to the government lab.

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“Yolanda this is the Human Transformation Computer.”

Then he showed me a vial of yellow fluid.

“And this is the Super Soldier Formula I have been working on for these past years. The Formula part has been extremely hard to produce. It is the only thing that will hopefully save your life. I have run all the tests and computer simulations on it I can. I want to eject you with it. The final decision, though, has to be yours.’

I only responded after some moments thought.

“Yes Father please do. I will go through with it.”

He then proceeded to prepare me for the process that was come, neither of us, though, had any ideas of just how fantastic a change it would engender in me.

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“My throat is getting dry. A moment please.”

She took a drink from the glass of bottled water on the desk. The station disk jockey was now playing “Land of Confusion” by Genesis. Do they even still have disk jockeys I thought, or are the machines taking over those jobs too? I waited as the tune went on.

“So, what happened next?”

“After I stepped onto the platform, I went into a clear Plexiglas half-tube body chamber. There he secured me gently to the vertical backrest. There were IVs plugged into me as well. One line supplying vital nutrients that my body would require if the process worked. The Formula was mixed with a modified DNA sequence serum made from my blood sample. The computer using nanotechnology creates it. The Formula is the fuel for the furnace and the computer controls the morph via the serum. From a mechanical hypodermic gun, the Formula was injected into me and the process began. My Father monitored me from a remote work station area. On a computer screen he could watch the numeric figures scroll by. The data came from the machines that measured my height, weight, respiration, heartbeat, perspiration, nutrients, and for all I knew at the time, smellers! Twenty-five minutes went by with what seemed to be no change in me physically. It took that long for the Formula to course though my weak body and reaches the centers of hormonal growth. Suddenly I grew warm and broke out in a sweat. My entire musculature felt like all the muscles were surging with electricity. A hot electric feeling, but a very positive one. The various muscle groups started to feel pumped, then fatigued, and then stronger. This cycle continued repeatedly. My heart beat increased, and my body started to fill out into a normal human female. My body, which had been so thin, thickened up to a healthy normal level. I gained mostly muscle, with some bodyfat in essential places to give my frame a more feminine look. The result was that my body transformed into the form of an athletic, female fitness woman. My breasts, which were rather small, expanded but not near enough as far as I was concerned.

“You could have fooled me,” I chuckled in amusement.

“Watch it you clown,” she smiled – beamingly, “these pair of wrecking balls came a little later on, but not that much later.”

The radio had now changed to “Joy” by the English group Apollo 100

“My hair, which had been a sandy color and was very thin in body, changed into a golden blonde. That didn’t surprise me, though, my Mother’s hair was that color. I was very pleased that the Formula, in the process of healing my sickly body, had accessed that part of my genetic inheritance. It grew thicker and longer just like I remembered hers. Finally, in length, it reached down to the middle of my back. My skin that had been a pasty white turned nut brown tan. However, the process of bodily change it didn’t stop there. To my Father’s surprise, and even more to my own, my muscles continued to grow larger and I was gaining more weight – as if I was bulking up. Physically inside, I felt like I was a nuke power plant being warmed up to full steam. Two things had happened. One being, that there were unknown factors at work, such as the potency of the Formula in a real human body. The second thing tied in with the first. Unknown to my father, when he programmed the morph template, this underestimation of what the Formula could do in a real body had caused the modified DNA sequence serum to compensate for it in spades. I was beginning to look like a medium weight female bodybuilder – lean and muscularly defined, yet very feminine in appearance. The growth didn’t stop but continued unabated. In height and size, I was transforming into a heavy weight female bodybuilder.

Finally, I was starting to turn into a super heavy weight female bodybuilder – a She-Hulk! Never before in my life had I felt such size and strength. I was astonished just how much I liked – no loved the feeling. I begin to flex muscles I didn’t even know I had. First I tightened my right bicep and it bulged in unison with my tricep. This action under my blouse sleeve caused the fabric to stretch to the breaking point. I could feel my shoulders, back, lats, traps, and neck getting thicker. My breasts, too, were growing larger. I could feel my bra starting to get tight. When I flexed my upper body hard, I used up all the free space in the blouse. It all but tore at the seams. Next, I tried flexing my massive thigh muscles and calves. The pressure from my contracting quads produced the result that the slacks became very tight – tighter then even my blouse sleeve had. When I tried my calves, I could feel the long socks I was wearing slip down my legs. As the process accelerated my clothes continued to tighten, stretch, and spilt open. Whether I was flexing my muscles or not, my clothes were giving way under the pressure from the new muscular She-Hulk body that I was developing. The seams of my slacks and blouse sleeves started to burst under the pressure from my newly growing muscular limbs. The front buttons of the blouse were beginning to pop off from the growth of my breasts and pecs. Then, the back of my blouse spilt under the expansion from my back, spreading lats, and swelling shoulder muscles.

Next, my soft belly began to tighten with wash board ridges that were making my abs look like an ice cube tray. Something else I started to notice. With the exception what had grown earlier from my head, all of my body hair was getting thinner and vanishing, even the pubic area. Of course couldn’t see my crotch at that time, but I could feel what was happening there. Finally, my body hair disappeared altogether. Then, I felt myself growing taller and thicker boned. I could actually feel and see my hands and feet getting bigger. It was logical, I suppose, with all this newly growing muscle mass the modified DNA sequence serum told my body to create a bigger skeleton to support it all. As my feet grew increasingly larger, the pressure caused my socks and canvas boat shoes that I had been wearing to split open. Under the strain from my expanding chest, breasts, dense back, and widening lats my bra snapped off me like a slingshot and the panties shredded in kind. As I continued filling out, I could feel my broadening lats pushing my huge arms and shoulders out in an oversized V taper to my upper body and legs lengthening to unbelievable size and muscular shapeliness.

Only when the transformation complete itself could I finally and truly appreciate what had happened to me. Within the course of a single evening, I had grown from a modest 5′-5″ and 75 pounds into female powerhouse of 7′-3” who weighed a solid femuscular 450 pounds.

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“Of course, I have put on a little more size from my bodybuilding in the last five years. I have gained 50 pounds more since that day. So now I weigh 500 pounds, as you can see.”

As if, in demonstration, she flexed her body and did a double-arm biceps shot and then a front lat spread for me. Both times she did this her Amazonian body did considerable stretching to her current blouse.

“Now, though, I haven’t felt the need to get to much bigger, after all I still want to look like a woman, a She-Hulk-type woman, of course.”

She smiled at me then relaxed her body.

Chapter Three

“Oh, I don’t know, Yolanda. I think you could still get considerably bigger. With your frame, you still have plenty of room to add some more muscle mass. On you it would look really great.”

“Thank you for saying so, I respect your opinions. I will keep what you said in mind – maybe later on I will put on some more muscle size.”

“I’m curious, how did your father react to his daughter’s transformation into a She-Hulk female bodybuilder? I mean you went from one extreme then all the way to the other end of the scale.”

“Well, of course it was a great shock to him as it was to me. But he saw that I was overjoyed with the change. I really liked, no, loved being huge. In addition, I would now live a long healthy life. In his mind that was all that counted, that his daughter would live. He was very happy about it. Now looking like an extreme female bodybuilder didn’t even bother him after a while. He knew it was Alright with me. In fact he got to be very proud of my new abilities”

“Now for the sixty-four million-dollar question: Why are you now telling me all this?”

In the background the tune of “Precious and Few” by Climax was coming from the radio.

Yolanda shrugged those magnificent shoulders of hers and responded in a quiet tone.

“After three years of coming to my gym and seeing you struggle so hard and after what you told me early this evening, I felt the time was ripe. You see, I don’t . . . can’t . . . afford to lose you, Michael. I’m in love with you. As you are with me.”

“My God, I don’t know how you figured me out, but it’s true.”

I looked down at the desk calendar unable to look her in the face.

“I am in love with you, Yolanda. I think from the first day that I met you. However, it never seemed the right time to tell you or thought that it could ever, work out for us. Never could I imagine that you felt the same about me. What could you possible be attracted to in me?”

She took my hand in her larger one. It warmed and reassured me like nothing I had ever known before from her as I gazed upward again in to her starling dark blue eyes.

“Many things, my Michael. You are an intelligent, kind, thoughtful, and gentleman – if but a bit shy of me. From our previous talks, I know we both have similar interests. Such as in books, cooking, movies, science, computers, and physical culture to name a few. We are about the same ages. We are very compatible. I know you find me physically attractive, attractive enough to make love to me if only you didn’t feel so inferior, physically, to me. I could never make the first move due to your physical and mental reservations. If I did, you would have been scared off. You had to come to me when you were finally ready in your own mind. Consciously you didn’t know this, but subconsciously you did.”

The disk jockey, machine, whatever, had switched to “Classic Gas” by Mason Williams.

Surprised, I said, “How did you know, or was I that obvious?”

Yolanda impishly smiled, “Well, it wasn’t as if your tongue was hanging out, but, it was close to it. I could sense it from the way you looked at me from time to time, talked to me and treated me as person. Smart, muscular and strong women turn off most men. Others lust only for the body and don’t care about the personality inside such a physique. However, you seem to be that rare exception who sees me as a person and not a sex object. As a person, you have always been friendly with me treating me as an equal, despite the great physical differences between us. Many of the men I have encountered here as common lifestyle partners have been muscleheads with no brains. Again you are not that type of man and I know you won’t have been even if you were as big as a house. You are highly intelligent and I really like and respect men with brains. However, physically you are my inferior. I would never intentionally hurt you Michael – and if I ever found out that someone had – well, I would turn that person into a grease spot! They would literally need a spatula to pick up what was left of his body when I got finished with him. For you, however, that could never be enough to allow you to feel safe and intimate in my company. But in your soul you need . . . crave is a better word, a real sense of personal physical power. This is very important to you. Yet as a man you want to be gently dominated, sexually, by me. I’m sensitive enough to know you need the mental security of being bigger and stronger than I am in order to open yourself to my advances. I have no problems with this fact. You knew you could never hope to be my equal or my physical superior and that’s what is holding you back. Physically I could seduce you and rape your fair white body and there would be nothing you could do to stop me. Nevertheless, I am not that type of a person. I want your companionship as a friend, as a lover, and as a mate.”

I smiled at her analysis of me, “I know you can be determined Yolanda, and I like that in you. I think that was one of the things that attracted me to you in the first place.”

“Not the first reason, though – be honest,” she beamed with a teasing smile.

She flexed those magnificent upper body muscles as she said this. Again, they did considerable stretching to her blouse. Silently I blushed in counter response to her actions, as if confirming it.

“Even if you didn’t have the mental and emotional reservations that you do, you as you are now, you could never be able to perform to my satisfaction or yours, due to my great physical size. You simple have too small a body for me and I want you to have a large body. Much larger then mine in fact. I like men who have brains. I also like big muscular male bodies. It’s not your fault nature dealt you a body that doesn’t match your intellect. I have longed to find a man that could love me for what I am and you are that man. I also want to help you to feel comfortable with my company. I want very badly to transform you into that physique that you can only now dream of and hunger for . . . because I love you so.”

“Are you telling me that you still have access to your Father’s Super Soldier Formula?”

“Yes, and all the equipment for utilizing it. You see after my change I started to attend collage, studying the biosciences like my Father. You see I now had my whole life before me and because of what I had once been and what I had now become the subject fascinated me. In addition, with my new body I developed a keen interest in female bodybuilding as a life style. Two years later, however, he died in automobile accident. I have long suspected that it was no accident, but that is another story. As far as I know nobody knew of his secret private research but me. I was his only test subject. I think he feared of what would happen if knowledge of what he had discovered got into to the wrong hands. So after my ‘change’ he only did limited work on it in his spare time. He used me a guide and as a base to complete his work. Because I worked with him, I knew what I had to collect in equipment from the government lab when it was shut down and sold off. Nobody seemed to want it and nobody recognized me when I did put up the money to buy it. It was solely due to the greatly changed physical appearance of my body that I was not recognized. I bought the equipment along with this gym with the proceeds from his government life insurance. It was/is quite a lot of money I received. Consequently running a gym has also been a good cover for me. It has given me protective coloring from people who might have come after me.”

Yolanda paused for a moment, seeming to listen to the radio playing “Love Is Blue” by Paul Mauriat.

“Well do you want me to help transform you or not, Michael? I won’t force you, the choice is yours, of course.”

I instantly responded without a second thought, and from that moment onward, I knew that my life would never be the same again.

“To be what I have longed for all my life and to have your companionship would be the best of both worlds, yes please.”

“Well then, step this way and follow me, my love.”

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Chapter Four

Yolanda turned off the radio in the middle of the Independent News Service newscast. Then she came out from behind the gym registration desk, finished locking up the main doors and slid the Business Hours sign over the CLOSED position. After securing the place and turning off the overhead lights, she proceeded down the hallway, which lead to the weightroom area of the gym. Along the hallway there were two doors that were always kept locked. The first one was marked “Storage” and I had always assumed it was a janitorial closet. The second, however, was unmarked and probably lead down to the basement. She went up to the second of the two doors.

“I have to always keep this door locked less someone found out what I had down here.”

Yolanda unlocked the steel security door, opened it and flipped a switch on the wall just inside the doorway. The lights revealed a stairway corridor leading down to an elevated platform that turned right at the bottom. After we entered, she closed the door and re-locked it. We went down the stairway. At the bottom of the stairway we stopped on the platform, she then switched on the main breaker that controlled all the lights. The basement lights kicked on and flooded the area with light. We were still six feet off the main floor on the platform. The steps continued down to the floor. The basement that revealed itself was a concrete poured floor and was the open area was filled with a combination of a laboratory and an apartment.

“All of the equipment from my Father’s lab is here. The other serves as my private domicile, so what do you think of it?”

What I could see from the panoramic view floored me (no pun intended). Because we were still elevated about six feet up on the stairway platform I could look down and see the entire area. There was a living/entertainment room area complete with plush sofa and stereo/VCR/CATV console. This area was sectioned off by office dividers from what appeared to be the sleeping area. Within it there was an oversized bed fit for two giants. In another section what look to be a weightroom workout area. But no Mr. Olympia could ever have hoped to be able to handle some of the Herculean weight plates that I saw. There were 25s, 50s, and 100s of course – but also 500s, 1000s, 2500s and 5000s! In one area, for example, I saw what looked to be an oversized Olympic bar set up to do deadlifts with at least 10000 pounds.

“It looks the cross between an explosion in a computer factory and outsized living quarters.”

“Not a bad observation. By the way, the bathroom is through the door over by the south wall and the kitchen is through the opening under the stairs. When I bought this building it was originally built as an automobile show room. This basement was a storage area for some of the newer models. The freight elevator access is along the east wall. It leads to the outside on the back of the building. This is, by the way, how I got the lab equipment down here. An upstairs floor, which could support cars, was perfect for a gymnasium. My Father did some more work on the equipment just short of his death. He added a body scanner for creating a preliminary body model. It will project what a given individual would look like before and after a transformation. It will scan your body recording a map of its structure – inside and outside. Using the blood sample from your body, a computer simulation will be created from the combination of the sample with the Formula. It will project onto the screen here an estimation of what you will look like after the transformation. In this way, we can fine-tune your new muscular body.

She first walked over to the computer console that was the central control of the transformation process. She beckoned me over to see the main screen.
“From here I will control the process of change.”

It was a split screen with left and right side windows. I recognized the computer pull down menus and button bar across the top of the screen. Special DEC software that governments and the private sector used. The bottom three quarters of the screen was now displaying two body pictures – female.

“As an example, I will show you a reconstruction, based on the data my Father collected, of my change.”

She proceeded to use a mouse to bring down a menu, which accessed a prerecorded file.

“Here, as you can see on the left side,” she went on, “is what I originally looked like.”

What was displayed was a schematic representation of a human female body.

“Not pretty was I?” she said as I watched in rapped fascination.

“No, you looked like death warmed over, from what I can read here.”

“On the right side is what I was suppose to turn out as, and I did, if only for a minute or two.”

What I saw confirmed her statement. The right side morphed into a healthy human female with an athletic build. 5′-5″ in height and 125 pounds in weight.

“What my Father underestimated was the potency of the Super Soldier Formula. It reinforces itself inside the body, using the natural growth hormones of the body. It acted and reacted like turbo charger catalyst. Therefore, when that happened, the modified DNA sequence serum naturally continued to change me. He later was able to work out a ratio of potency for males or females based on an individual’s DNA. He fed that information into the computer banks so what happened to me by accident couldn’t happen again. It is now a very controllable process that could increase strength and size without turning someone massively muscular. But in your case, we are going to make your body huge and super strong just like mine, so don’t worry about it.”

The screen refreshed itself and another representation was presented. This time of a healthy human female, height 5′-5″, weight 125 pounds on the left. Yolanda began to grow in height, weight and muscle mass into the figure on the right. She then now morphed into 5′-11″ in height, weight 175 pounds, and had the body of a light-heavy weight female bodybuilder. The screen refreshed itself again. She continued to grow on the next screen into a heavy weight female bodybuilder with a height of 6′-9″ and weight of 265 pounds. From this size, she morphed into a blonde haired and very tanned Super Amazon. Hell, she was a She-Hulk in every way but the green Gamma coloring. Height 7′-3″. Weight 450 pounds.

“Very, impressive indeed – what do we do first?”

“First, I will power up the transformation machinery and the other equipment. Next, I will need a blood sample from you for the computer simulation and to start making the modified DNA sequence serum to mix with the Formula. Then, I will need to make a preliminary body scan of you over there.” She pointed at the clear Plexiglas half-tube body chamber. “The monitor mounted by it will let you see your own transformation in progress. Finally, I want you to strip before you go in there. Naked, nude, not a stitch of clothing, not even your underwear.”

“Excuse me, but . . .”

“Yes, strip, lover. By the time you are done growing Michael, you won’t need them. They will be far too small for you to fit into ever again. Besides I have closet full of clothes already here that will fit your new, tall, muscular, strong and sexy body. But, more importantly, I cannot do an accurate scan through your clothing, let alone an accurate projection of your new body.”

“Alright, you’re the boss, my Princess.”

“That kind familiar sounds so loving and sincere coming from you, my darling.”

“It many sound hopelessly romantic, but I have thought of you as my Lady Yolanda from the beginning.”

“And I have seen you as my shining knight . . . very soon, my love, I shall empower you to be my strong and great champion that nobody shall be able to defeat in combat.”

Chapter Five

She extracted the blood sample from me and fed it into the computer. In the meantime, I took off all my clothes. Then I stepped up on the platform and into the clear Plexiglas half-tube body chamber. I stood straight up in there with my arms out at a fifteen-degree angle and my legs spread at about the same. Finally, I looked straightforward and didn’t move. There was a monitor screen mounted off to the side in front of the chamber. I could see myself in great nude detail. After twenty minutes, I could not tell if anything was happening yet.

“Alright that’s good enough.”

After I put on my underwear again, I walked back over to the main monitor screen and looked. What I saw amazed me.

“This is a comparison of how we both currently look.”

What I saw displayed on the screen was a schematic side by side representation of the two of us – a tall and powerful Amazon and a normal sized man.
“We are going to change you into this superior example of masculinity.”

My body on the left morphed into a near Giant next to hers – I couldn’t believe I would actually be so much taller and larger than she was right now!

After a moment’s pause, she changed the display again. On the left side was one of me as I currently appeared.

“Again, you see displayed on the left side a model of your current body physique. Above the representation is a breakdown of your main physical characteristics.”

Male
Height 6′-2″
Weight 185#

“Now on the right side is your projected body physique based on your modified DNA and the Super Soldier Formula.”

Male
Height 7′-5″*
Weight 550#*
* = Estimated minimum

“What does estimated minimum mean?”

“Oh, that,” she replied, “that is the minimum you will grow to no matter what else happens. The estimated set point, if you will. With biological organisms, there is a small percentage that you could grow to beyond it. It’s too random an amount and wouldn’t be enough to show on this computer simulation estimation. It’s an individual factor with each subject. But don’t concern yourself about it, you won’t grow too far beyond it. However, I am not satisfied with the computer’s default. In your case, I would like you to be somewhat larger. In fact, I would like to use the same amount of formula, in proportion to your body weight, that was used on me. Here is my preferred minimum for you.”

The screen refreshed itself and a new display morphed itself on the right.

Male
Height 8′-2″
*Weight 750#*
* = Estimated minimum

“Good God! My body will mass well over four times my current size!”

“That’s right. But you must consider the fact that when I was transformed the Formula was used on a sickly female. Also I naturally had/have more estrogen in my body. Estrogen retards muscle growth, so I didn’t grow quite as big as you will. You on the other hand are a relative healthy male, if but a little undersized. So the same percentage of Formula that was used on me, when used on you, will naturally be a more extreme process. It will interact with your male body’s natural ability to produce more testosterone and other growth hormones. In turn the modified human DNA sequence serum will control the change based upon the amount of the Formula that I will inject into your body. And like myself you later will want to do some serious bodybuilding to finish filling out your physique, say perhaps, about 150-300 more pounds. I think you will really enjoy that, I know I did.”

She gave me a moment’s thought before continuing.

“So what will it be Michael, the computer’s default or my preferred user setting. Remember, though, once you start down this road you cannot reverse the process.”

How about this, my Princess, let’s say I go with the computer’s default and I find it isn’t enough for me. Can we then continue to your setting and expand me to your preferred choice?”

“Yes we can, no problem. All I have to do is program the computer to add the necessary percentage extra of Super Soldier Formula to your first preference in order to finish making you grow to your second. I think that after you have grown awhile, you will want to grow just a little bigger. It’s a very empowering feeling. By the way, take back off your underwear before you step onto the platform.” She added half-jokingly, “I don’t want it to snap off you. The force of it might damage some of the equipment down here.”

“Very funny,” I retorted good-naturedly.

As I did so and sensed my manhood was already growing erect in anticipation of my transformation. The excitement and desire for her in the arms of my new physique was causing a part of me to grow before I had even started. She only smiled knowingly.

“There will be plenty of time for that after we are done, lover.”

Chapter Six

First I stepped back up onto the platform and went into the clear Plexiglas half-tube body chamber. She followed me over and then secured me to the vertical backrest. Next, she plugged me into the various tubes, which would feed me the IV nutrients. The Formula mixed with my modified DNA sequence serum was loaded into the mechanical injection gun. I felt my erection leave me as I got a little nervous and tried to relax myself. She left me, went over to the remote computer console, and pushed a button on the touch screen. I looked intensely at the color monitor showing my nude body. As I was standing there, the IVs begin to flow. Next, the injection gun containing the first quantity of the Formula and modified DNA sequence serum was injected into me. Yolanda was watching the computer monitor screen as my body was constantly scanned. It would detect the first changes in my body. After ten minutes passed, I started to feel very warm.

“Your heart beat and respiration just went up.”

Then I began to feel sweat beginning to drip down my back like during an extensive workout in the weightroom.

“Your perspiration just went up too. Also your body weight is starting to show an increase.”

How do I describe my first impressions of the change? A hot electrical surge feeling hit all of my muscles. Nevertheless, it didn’t hurt; in fact, it felt marvelously wonderful, as if beneficial electricity was pouring into my undersized body. My muscles began to feel pumped, then weaker, then stronger, then pumped, then weaker, then stronger. This sensation got faster and faster to the point that I no longer noticed it. Her earlier analogy to a nuclear power plant was most apt. I did feel like I was being charged to full capacity for some great event. I felt a sensation of fullness from my cock and balls, like a sensual feeling of being deeply aroused, like foreplay before sex. My skin started to tighten and stretch. My body fat began to be consumed, for energy I supposed. I was not going down to point of being ripped, but I got very lean.

It all felt perfectly normal, as if I was starting morph into what I should always have been. In the monitor screen, I could see that my shoulder muscles were beginning to swell in size like two gigantic bowling balls along with my back/traps getting thicker and the lats spreading in unison. My pencil thin neck was growing thicker. The upper arm muscles were also growing in size. When I flexed my arms my biceps tightened and bulged like a pair of baseballs of ever increasing size. Then I flexed my triceps hard and they were becoming swelling horseshoe-shaped muscles. I could feel and see my thighs expanding into two thick tree trunks. When I flexed the quads, they looked like a pair of trapezoid-conical shaped muscle masses. The calves were becoming as large as my quads had formerly been. As my pecs and thick chest continue to deepen, the back in response grew ever denser and wider. On the screen, I saw that the lats were now broadening to the point that they were beginning to push my enormous arms and powerful shoulders further and further out in an exaggerated V shape. The traps on either side of the thick neck were bulging with size. As I was taking deep breaths of air, I could actually feel my rib cage expanding. The stomach area was tightening and developing solid muscular ridges that were gradually turning my abs into a super six-pack – I could see the square blocks of my abdominals. As every minute passed, I could feel my formerly weak body growing heavier in ever increasing size and strength. I loved the feeling of my body growing stronger, bigger, and heavier. It was almost as good as sex. My arms continued to swell in ever-greater size as my upper body continued to get thicker and larger. My legs, too, were growing thicker in proportion to my upper body. I felt and looked like the Incredible Hulk from the comic books I had read as a teenager. However, I wasn’t done yet. My skeleton began to change too. I could actually feel my bones getting denser in order to support my newly growing muscular body. I noticed was also getting taller and my hands and feet were getting larger. As my skeleton changed, I could feel the sensation of fullness from my cock and balls growing more intense, more sensual. I could see in the monitor that they were growing bigger with my body. In fact, my penis grew erect more then once during the transformation, it was part of the restructuring of my body. Each time I had an erection, the penis grew harder then I ever had experienced before – it was almost painful, but also very pleasant, too. It was obvious that this super stretching process was to helping to make it longer and bigger in circumference.

“Your body is now 7′-4″ and weighs about 520 pounds – congratulations, you are officially now larger then I am. You’ll soon be at the computer base minimum, do you want to go all the way or not?”

As I watched my metamorphosis, I was consumed by an empowering desire.

“Yes, please – more!”

For me there now was no turning back. I wanted even more muscle, more strength, more size, much more – I yearned to grow into a huge giant. I was surprised somewhat by this obsessive feeling and the sound of my voice. It was becoming deeper like out of a barrel.

“I thought you would.”

Again, she pushed the button on the console – as I was standing there, morphing into an Incredible Hulk, the injection gun pumped the remaining balance of the Formula in into me. Something else I noticed as my body continued to grow ever larger, beefier and stronger under the second dose of Formula. Apparently, like a nuke reactor, once the process got started there was no time delay for the second shot of Formula to work. Because the transformation was already in motion, it added itself to the job at hand with a vengeance. It almost made what came before seen tame by comparison. My body hair now totally disappeared from my arms, legs, back, and chest. Even my pubic hair and underarms were thinning out and vanishing. The thin red-blonde hair on my head was thickening and growing longer. It was reaching down to my bulging traps, shoulders, and telephone pole sized neck. At the same time, my facial hair was growing into a beard even as my pale skin darkened with a bronze complexioned tan of perfect health and vitality.

“What gives with my body hair?”

“I thought you would prefer to be naturally smooth as I am. Therefore, I instructed the computer to do so with the modified DNA sequence serum, along with some other physical factors.”

“It startled me at first, but now it feels normal and I like it, the beard too! Your idea?”

“Yes, I thought you would like it. I wanted to see you in a beard. It sets off your growing Hulk-like body very well.” She smiled back at me in reply.

“Your body size has now increased to 8′-2″ with a body weight 745 pounds. You will continue to grow a little bigger as the process begins to slow. From what I can see here you shouldn’t grow much beyond my set preferences.”

As watched, my body finished filling out and expanding. I could sense the tremendous super size and strength of my new body. I loved it. I was truly huge. The lats had widened and pushed out my boulder-like shoulders and huge arms, giving me an extreme V-taper as if I was wearing a muscular triangle. Again, in rapt fascination, I flexed my left arm; the bicep bulged like there was a soccer ball under the skin. I was strong enough now, I thought, that I could actually pick up that 10000-pound barbell I had seen earlier. My back was so wide and dense, that I felt like I could carry a Cadillac without working up a sweat. The neck was incredibly thick and connected on either side were huge swollen traps. My immense pecs and barrel chest contained enough strength, I thought, that I could bench-press an armored car. The quads in my thighs could squat an M-1 Abrams battletank. My calves looked as if they could lift a full semi-truck tanker a few inches off the ground. I was physically enormous beyond any of my wildest muscle fantasies.

“According to the display your body is now tapering off and stopping. You’re now stabilized at 8′-4″ with a body muscle mass of 785 pounds. You are a little bigger than predicted but close to the mark. Congratulations, how do you feel, lover?”

“Like I am for the first time in my life I feel normal, my Princess.”

“So did I,” she chuckled, “you should start to feel a bit tired in a few minutes. After all your body has undergone a tremendous phase change transformation.”

She came over and unplugged my body from the IV tubes. I still could not get over the size of my new super muscular body. I continue to flex my upper arms, shoulders, lats, and back in utter amazement. Out of curiosity I walked over to the weightroom area, I had noticed earlier. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that she was carefully watching me. I counted the total of weight plates on a dumbbell she had left out. There was 250 pounds on the outsized dumbbell. I decided to lift it. I gripped it in my now large left hand, braced myself as if I were going to do bent-over dumbbell rows. Without thinking, I lifted it – so easily, so simply!

“Oh, my God,” I whispered in awe, “It feels like it weighs nothing to me”

Slowly, I put it down as she came up to me.

“Your new body, Michael, is far stronger than it looks. Then again, so am I. In your case, you’re are several times more powerful than I am, just as I wanted for you. Our bodies are many times exponentially stronger than the strongest male or female in world. Just what our limits are I really don’t know. When you start working out to gain more muscle on that now magnificent body of yours, you will see what I mean. I would like to see you to get even denser and add more size to your frame to finish filling out. I know you’ll want to, but just how much will have to be up to you.”

As I saw my reflection in one of mirrors that was spaced around the weightroom area – it or rather I – was unbelievable to behold as an awesome and incredible sight of ultra masculinity.

“Yes, you’re right. I do want to get even more massive. I’ll definitely put on 200 pounds or maybe even more, Yolanda. It looks to me like I’ve plenty of room to expand.”

“That’ why I train down here. You have never seen me upstairs because if I did most likely I would go through the floor. You, as you are now, would most certainly go crashing through the floor. Then my . . . ”

She paused in thought, then corrected herself.

“Our secret would be out.”

Suddenly, the stress of the transformation hit me. I felt extremely tired and sleepy. She saw what was happening to me from the way I looked. Yolanda took my huge hand with her now smaller hand and led me to her outsized bed.

“Come this way Michael and lie down on the bed.”

I could now see the reason why all her furniture was so outsized; it had to be in order to support her titanic Amazonian body and now my super Hercules-sized body, too. Nude as I was, I didn’t have a care in the world. I laid back and dozed off after a few minutes just as she said I would.

Chapter Seven

It was dark in the room when I awoke. I gently pulled off the cover she had placed over me. Then I lifted my body out bed and got to my feet very carefully so as not to bump into anything.

“What a jerk I am – it was all a dream!”

Then I realized I was not at home. I turned and looked at the bed and there was Yolanda with her broad back to me. She had a drop-dead gorgeous sexy muscular female body I thought sleepily. She seduced me, that was all, I dreamily thought. We must have sexed and the rest was a dream. I decided go to the bathroom for a drink of water. I padded quietly and carefully across the room, opened the bathroom door, went through and quietly left the door ajar. Only then did I turn on the lights. I was in a state of shock. I first thought someone else was in the room. On the wall mirror stared back a red-blonde haired and bearded super Herculean hulk. Then I realized it was not a dream after all. It was I! My whole body was huge and muscular. No, not just muscular, super Hulk-like muscular! It really had all happened to me as I remembered it. In response to what I saw in the mirror, I instinctively did a front lat spread, then a double-arm biceps shot, then a side tricep pose and then I flexed my quads. I couldn’t believe how huge I now was. As I was looking in amazement at myself in the mirror, only then did I notice something that I had overlooked early. Of course, my masculine equipment had grown larger with my body. No, I thought, they had grown even larger then in proportion.

“So,” I mused, “she enhanced me there, too.”

“So how do you like your new body, lover?”

I turned and saw that Yolanda was in the doorway with extremely joyful and proud look to her face. She wasn’t asleep, as I had supposed after all. She must have watched me go to the bathroom, followed me and watched me flex my muscles. Only then, after waiting did Yolanda silently opened the door all the way. She was wearing a partly exposed bathrobe. It draped loosely over her muscular feminine body barely able to conceal her bulging arms and shoulders or long muscular legs. I looked in the mirror and then back to her.

“I suppose I should shout and scream to have my old body back, but the fact is I really prefer looking like Mr Olympia.”

“Oh, I don’t think he can be compared to you, Michael, you are more like Mr Super Olympia.

She continued smiling at me as she walked up to me. She let the robe drop off in the doorway, reveling the rest of her sexy muscular body that earlier I had lusted for. I then remembered my earlier erection. Again, I could feel the deep arousal and the stiffening of my shaft, fact that was impossible to hide from her.

“I told you that there would time for that later, lover, and now is later.”

She ran her hand over my muscular pecs feeling the strength contained in my new body.

“God,” she whispered, “The strength of your body must be tremendous.”

I blushed and broke out in a smile when she said that, but I couldn’t find the right words to make a reply, but it didn’t matter, she knew how I felt even without my uttering the words.

“And I know have you now where I always wanted you . . . at my mercy.”

For the first time it hit me just how much taller and bigger I now was in comparison to her. I was actually looking down at her! Because the top of her head only came up to my neck in height and my enormous size, I didn’t feel threatened in any way. It was a strange feeling of total security. It felt good. Hell, more than that, it felt great! I actually wanted her to initiate the situation. Then, as if sensing my cue, she closed in and reached out her arms up over my thick neck, lifted herself up, and embraced my body. In turn I rapped my arms around her and helped elevate her off the floor. I could feel my stiffening erection against her hard abs. Rhythmically and gently with her body she stroked me, just enough without going too far at this point.

“I do love you so Michael.”

“And I, you, Yolanda, I know I have since the first day I saw you.”

Our lips connected and smashed. After a time, we had to come up for air. I helped to lower her down. I was still hard but she wanted to drag out the moment. We stood there awhile looking at one another and holding each other’s hands. In my mind even though I was now taller and bigger then her, I still was looking up to her, not out of intimidation, but in loving admiration to the Goddess she was. I saw in turn that she could sense my changed feelings by the way she was looking at me. She had such a joyful and loving look to face that it almost radiated a glow. As our silent communication was happening, my erection slowly, but not fully, started to go down.

“You know I was thinking about what you told me earlier about myself. You were right. You would have made a great psychologist.”

“In actually, psychology is one of my favorite subjects. I knew want you wanted – I knew what I wanted – and I had the power to make certain that we both got what we wanted.”

“And what sort of power is that, my Muscle Goddess?”

“A power that all women possess.”

She gazed up at me and smiled that radiant feminine smile that I loved so well.

“A woman can always achieve her aspirations – but only if the will is great enough.”

As I looked at her, I nodded in silent agreement.

Again she closed in and started to lift herself up to embrace my body. In response I returned the favor and I encircled her body with my super thick arms and effortlessly again helped to raise her off the floor. Our lips connected and smashed together for a second time. This time, however, she got more aggressive about it. I felt her wiggling tongue in my mouth, like a maddened snake. At the same time could feel my erection growing again against her hard body. She reached down with one hand, stroked me just enough and again brought me to full hardness. As I supported her she took her hand and expertly guided my swollen manhood into her hot, wet and eager womanhood. Then she lifted her legs up, rapped, tightened them around my thick waist, and pressed herself against my pelvis. To help support her, I shifted my arms and reached down. With my two huge hands I firmly gripped the bottom of her round hard buttock muscles and pulled our pelvises tighter together. Then I started slowly stroked myself into her in response from the encouraging rhythm from her body.

“I love your large hardness inside of me. I can feel your Man-juice beginning to flow. It feels like a hot oil.” She whispered.

For every action she initiated I answered in kind. Her vaginal muscles enclosed around my now fully expanded erection. She was beginning to cum and I could feel the warm moistness inside of her womanhood. My new body was so strong now, that as I held her, she hardly seemed to weigh very much to me. As I started to pump, she moaned and groaned with our movements. I started to pump her more. Slowly at first, then harder as she signaled me.

“Do you know what they say?” she sighed in pleasure.

“No, what, love?” I strained to say.

“Men for pleasure, cucumbers for ecstasy, but with you who needs cucumbers, or other men for that matter. In you I get the best of both.”

“Truth is, Princess I cannot imagine making love to anyone else but you. You have made me whole.”

“It is larger and harder then I thought it would be, my stallion.”

“I have to thank you for that too, Yolanda, I cannot believe how more sensitive it is now.”

“I know, the process did that for me too. Don’t stop lover. Don’t you dare stop . . . you feel indescribable.”

I continued to stroke into her, for me it was just as unbelievable, the sensations I was experiencing were so complete locked into in the arms of a Goddess who was only for me and I for her.

“Maybe I should . . . slow down a bit?”

“Don’t tease me, you mass monster. Your performance is . . . exemplary. Don’t stop. Keep going . . . harder . . . more . . . yes, more.”

Under her dominance and command I obeyed – to our mutual pleasure and pleasuring. I felt like a God with my new body and she was the Goddess I served. With my new abilities, I would protect her at all costs from any that would dare harm her.

“Harder? Faster?” I groaned in pleasure.

“Yes more . . . more harder . . . harder now . . . now . . . oh now – don’t stop now!”

My shaft was extremely hard as I pumped into her, more then I ever had felt in my life. It felt stretched beyond what I thought possible. With one final hard pump, my balls contracted, squeezed and exploded into her. My organism felt like nothing I had ever felt before with my old body, on and on and on and on it went and I pored my released offering inside of her. I thought my toes were going to shoot out of my cock any minute now under this super orgasm I was feeling. She, too, was contracting. She tightened her body around me like a human vise and her nails began to claw my thick back as she cried out at climax.

I wished that this glimpse of eternal ecstasy could go on forever for both of us. Finally, the tidal wave that I felt started to dissipate. After a few moments pause, I started to feel her relax her muscular body as her sensation was spent. As she slowly started to unclamp her legs from around my waist, I helped to lower her down off me. We were then both drained and so we relaxed on the floor. As I lay there looking at her with loving affection, sitting she looked down at me with her lovely dark blue eyes. She returned that same gaze of affection.

“How about another round in the bath hot tub, lover?”

How could I say possibly say no that proposition after her first two to me had so worked out greater than in my wildest dreams.

“My Princess, you have got yourself a date!”

By the way, I was not sure, but that we didn’t crack some of those bathroom tiles that day.

The End?

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Spin-offs #1:

IN SINGLE COMBAT
A Michael and Yolanda Adventure
A Fantasy GT/GTS/Muscle Growth Adventure Story
By Alexander Germain © 1998 – alexgermain@yahoo.com

Chapter One

Personal Journal of Michael Moray
Volume Two – The Brutopian Affair

It started like an ordinary day – more fool me. Whether it’s the government, industry or a running a personal business and a household, nothing these days ever seems work out on time in within budget. Then to have a bunch of jack-booted, fascist thug bastards smash into your home and kidnap your Lady . . . but then I’m getting ahead of myself here. Instead, I’d better start at the beginning . . .

**********

In a month, it would be the second anniversary of my transformation. I had done considerable work on the computer that controlled the Super Soldier transformation process – my first tasking being to add a level of security to what was otherwise an open system. Therefore with Yolanda’s approval I encrypted the software in a covert, stealthily way. Instillation of the program could be achieved, but access would only be allowed if the user placed a final diskette to unencrypt the software. I considered adding retina eye scanner as well as a voice recognition setup, but dismissed it. If they got this far, they were just as likely put a gun to my – or Yolanda’s – beautiful head. Better to hold our cards close to the vest, then the obviousness of a brute force barrier. As an additional measure, I covertly buried a hidden subprogram that meshed with its counterpart that ran the console control – Damocles. Unseen and constantly running in the background, it was our insurance policy should the software fall into the wrong hands. By pressing a series of random keys in sequence and then lastly hitting the escape key a flip screen would appear and with a single command the subprogram would rip throughout the database trashing it beyond recovery.

Never trusting the nature of computers, I burned a backup copy of the program onto a set of compact disks and placed it in a secure location. My labors competed, as a last act I put the diskette on the software shelf with all the other software programs that we used to manage our official business.

Yolanda was doing a serious workout in our basement weightroom.

She had taken seriously my advice and added more size to her body. Of course, it didn’t come as any surprise to her that I really liked her getting more femuscular in build. Currently, her 7′-3″ body now weighed about 605 pounds and her goal was to surpass the 650-pound stat of her favorite Marvel Comics character Jennifer Walters, the Sensational She-Hulk. She hadn’t decided yet how far she’d push it past that figure, but as long as she looked feminine as well as muscular Yolanda was going to take it to that limit. In my own case my eight-foot four-inch body had also grown more and now weighed well over 965 pounds in molecularly dense muscle. A process of which that was still on the increase, soon to be over a 1000 pounds – perhaps eventually peaking out at 1100 in total. Even so, the silhouette of my overall form had adhered strictly to the revised genetic blueprint of a masculine bodybuilder on the symmetrical lines of Doc Samson or The Mighty Thor.

I was done first since I had started my bodybuilding mass program before her. I also had another reason to be done early; I finally had gotten the nerve up to ask her hand in marriage!

As I soaked in our huge bathtub, I gave thought to how I was going to pop the question to her. Although she loved me dearly, I was deathly afraid she would turn me down for some unknown reason. Since my transformation, I had become immensely confidant about myself and my life. However, despite my huge size, in some ways at very rare times I was still shy around her. To me she was a Goddess. It should be an extra special moment and I wanted it to be perfect for her. For a while I ruminated in the water – then it came to me. After getting out of the tub, drying myself off, trimming my red-blonde beard, I changed into street clothes.

She was in the basement gym still, but now she was taking a breather. I approached her where she was sitting on a supine bench. I bent over and kissed her, she returned it with interest before releasing me.

“Yolanda, since I have to go out anyway, how about for supper if I make you your favorite homemade pizza? I’ll stop by the grocery story on my way back and pick up what I need.”

She was overjoyed if but winded when I told her. After all, she had been curling 2000 pounds on a barbell. With all of the energy we used up, and then some, who worried about calories!

“Mmmm! Any time I can get your cooking, I’ll take it! You make the best scrambled eggs I ever had.”

“You know, my Princess, (she always smiled at my favorite nickname for her) if you get much bigger your going to need a new sports top and bikini brief. The one you are wearing looks like it’s ready to snap off. As it is, I am getting horny just looking at you now.”

“Don’t I know it. I’ve gone through two sizes already! My chest, back, arms and shoulders are getting thick from the press movements and deadlifts. The weighted pull-ups on the bar have really accentuated my V shaped lats too.”

With a glint in her eye she devilishly reached out and gripped my pants belt playfully tugging at it. I could feel how much her strength had been steadily increasing in the last few months.

“How about a little horizontal refreshment, you mass monster?”

“You’ve got me drooling and don’t you know it, my Princess. I’m starting to get a hard-on now. If you don’t stop turning me on, you’re going to get me and then my pants in trouble.”

At this she reached her left hand down and felt my crotch – beaming with proud feminine approval as she stood up from the bench she was sitting on.

“It looks like your underwear and pants will soon split under the pressure. So I am just going to have to do something about releasing the force within you.”

She reached up and kissed me again. I returned the favor and helped to pick her up. She was seducing me as she always did. I could feel her hard muscular sweaty body against mine. She was soaking my white shirt but I didn’t care. My hardness was being massaged by her rhythm and she knew the sweat scent was turning me on in a major way. She really got a thrill out of the fact she had so gigantic a male eating out of her hand. I didn’t mind – I really liked her in control. After a while we came up for air and I helped to put her down. She undid her sports top revealing her large ample breasts mounted on the firm pecs she had been working earlier. I took off my shirt and removed my pants and underwear. She did the same with her bikini brief. My erection was now at full swing, hard, swollen and ready for her. I decided to continue to let her control the action, so I laid down on the same supine bench and she straddled across me over my pelvis. She lowered herself on top of me so slowly – my enlarged manhood sliding inside and soon tightened down by her encompassing vaginal muscles.

“God, how I love you.”

“You have been the best thing to ever happen to me, Yolanda, I do love you so, more then life itself. If anybody ever hurt you I don’t know what I’d do – I’d . . .”

She put her fingers over my mouth in intimate understanding.

“Shhhhh, I know . . . and now I am going to get my money’s worth out of you, lover.”

“In that case, I am locked, loaded and fully ready to pay such charges, my Muscle Goddess.”

“We shall see my stallion. I now have to test the value of your coin.”

**********

After our early morning love play I cleaned myself up a bit and redressed. Yolanda too put her shrinking bikini brief back on and struggled with her undersized sports top.

“This is just not going to do. When I am done today Michael, I’ll need the car to go out and buy some new clothing.

“I just know that you’ll grow into it. And it will be a real pleasure to see you fill it up.”

Yolanda laughed, “Sometimes I think you have sex on the mind all the time.”

“True, but then its all your fault, you’re such a gorgeous-femuscular turn on.”

“By the way will you be able to watch the store upstairs today while I am down here?”

“Yes, they don’t need me down at UCC today or for the next week. I should be free more or less if they don’t call.”

“Lucky you. By the way, the sign needs replacing on the Storage closet door upstairs. The glue wore out or dried up. Try to take care of it today, hey?” She said as she got back to pumping large and heavy iron. She was starting on her triceps and would do shoulders next.

“Sure, I think I’ll paint a sign on this time.” I replied as I left to go upstairs.

I drove the former US Army Humvee (the way we were built it was the only car big enough to carry us) to the Econo Mega-Food Market across town. It was a great place for us to shop for groceries, it being open twenty-fours a day, seven days a week. Yolanda was after me to get the paint job down on it. However, I liked the olive drab and old insignias and it gave me a thrill to drive it that way. She said I was a hopeless military history type and that’s why I wouldn’t get it changed to a fire engine red or dark blue. I thought tonight is the perfect night to pop her the question. I already had the engagement ring with me. As in preparation I stopped off at a specialty store and picked up a gallon of her favorite scented body oil – lilac. Many times before we sexed, she loved to have me first rub it all over her lustrous, sexy, and muscular feminine body. I would start with her calves, gently rubbing it on and work my way up her muscular quads. Then I would stop and give her womanhood special treatment, massaging the area and slowly arousing her. She would moan and I could feel her nails dig into my traps. However, I didn’t take her too far and would stop and work my way up the tile like abs. At her breasts again I would stop and massage them with my lips by kissing them. After the nipples were hard, I would work the oil on them. I proceeded on to her neck, first kissing and then putting the oil on. I then worked the scented oil onto her bulging shoulders and traps. Then the thick arms. Next, I worked my way down here broad back and powerful buttock before finishing at the hamstrings and calves.

It was then her turn to return the favor and rubbed it over my muscular male body. She took the bottle of scented oil and started in the same manner. First doing the calves and my swollen quads. She would work her way to the crotch, giving my manhood extra emphasis. Yolanda would massage me to full erection, which gave her as much pleasure as it did me. She would continue to the point that head of my penis expanded and stretched, pulling back my foreskin. It would be wet and moist to the touch. At the point she could tell from the pressure of my hands on her shoulders how turned on I was getting she would stop short of me going too far. From there, letting me relax somewhat Yolanda then worked her way up my powerful six-pack abs and thick pecs. She paused and kissed me before moving on to the bulging traps, boulder-like delts and thick arms. With the front side finished, next she went behind me and worked the oil into the broad, dense back and lats. Down to my cable-like spinal erector muscles and powerful buttock before finally ending at my hamstrings and calves. With both our bodies oiled, primed and ready the bottle of oil was put down on the floor and we would embrace and make love. Our hard oily bodies made it all the more erotic. Until she first tried it out on me, I had never known there were such things. Like her, I got a real thrill out of it too – it turned me on in a major way.

With these thoughts and many more running through my head, I almost forgot the other item I was going to pick up – a very special treat for her. One of which she would probably kill me over or at the very least beat me bloody for tempting her in breaking her diet, was an extra large box of Fanny May Candies. The toasted coconut covered, chocolate cream Trinidads, of course were goners once I gave the box to her. I had discovered she had a terrible weakness for them – and lost all of the arm wresting matches over them.

Chapter Two

In the dawn of the morning’s light Michael’s Humvee drives off in the direction of the grocery store. Within a few minutes, almost like clockwork, three military troop trucks pulled up in front of the Y&M Gymnasium.

“Is this the place, sir?” asked the XO, a Major.

“Yes, Major d’Este. This is the place,” replied the commanding officer, a Colonel by the name of Salazar.

Both were wearing military camouflage fatigues of a foreign power. The double-headed eagle shoulder patch on each man attested to that fact.

“Get the men to fan out. Have Azul platoon secure the back of the building and come down the express elevator. I will lead the Rojo platoon in through the front of the building. We don’t want the woman to escape, because if we do fail in our mission El Jefe will execute us.”

**********

Unbeknownst to them, across the street in the shadow of a building, a tall man is observing them. Taking a silver-black cigarette pack sized cell telephone out of a coat pocket, he sets it to scramble. After the red “secured” light comes on, he then punches in the code number. A few seconds pass as the connection is made.

“Hello? You said to call if anything unusual was going on. Yes, something’s happening here. Any special ops going down by one of the agencies? No? Then who . . .?”

Out of another pocket, the man in shadow pulls out a small binocular-like device and looks through it at the lead truck. As he is looking through it, various electronic popups – including range and scale – are displayed. It’s almost like being inside with the two men in the cab of the lead truck.

“Hmmm. Military officers in camouflage fatigues. I’m going to magnify the shoulder patch on the closest one.”

He pauses taking the sight in.

“Oh shit,” whispering to himself. Then louder into the phone, “Sir, it’s a Brutopian Special Forces Kommando Unit. Perhaps sixty men – two full platoons ready for action. Can you send me support, I’m all alone here with my butt hanging out.”

Pausing as he listens to the reply.

“No, sir her boyfriend isn’t at home. Then what should I do?”

Another pause.

“Oh thanks a lot sir! The young gentleman in question is likely to kill me on the spot when he gets home. I will try to make contact with him. However, if you have to send a cleaner to scrape up what is left of my remains let my next of kin know I died in the service of the country.”

He disconnects the connection to his superior.

“And I do hope he gets back before these thugs get away.”

**********

The truck panels drop down and two platoons of combat fatigued and helmeted soldiers spill out all armed with FN FAL 7.62mm semi-automatic rifles. In addition to being laden down with military equipment, each soldier has a personal Comm-set.

“Lieutenant Pinzon,” said Major d’Este, “you and Sargento Espinoza take Azul platoon and go around back and secure the area. After the area is secure, take the trucks around back – we will be leaving from there. Then bring one half of your men down the express elevator.”

“Yes sir,” acknowledged Lieutenant Pinzon. Then to his men, “You heard the orders, move it!”

The troopers move off double time to the rear of the building.

“Sir, the doors are locked.”

“You know what to do. Break it in,” answered Colonel Salazar.

Safety glass built to stop burglars was not up to preventing these determined men. After smashing in glass and unlocking them, the doors are opened wide. The soldiers proceeded to pour into the gym in two by two-defensive formations. After securing the office and gymnasium, they relax a bit.

A Lance-Corporal salutes, “The gym is secured Colonel, but no one is here.”

“Not surprising, she is most likely in the living quarters. According to our intelligence research the living quarters and laboratory are most likely in the basement.”

In ones, twos and threes they go pass the registration desk and down the hallway further into the building.

“Burn out the lock on this one first then we’ll try the other one.”

A trooper comes forward with a small portable oxy-acetylene torch and burns out the lock. The Colonel opens the door.

“Merde! A storage closet. Very well, must be the other one. Burn it!”

The Brutopian Kommando burns off the next lock and opens the door. Again, the lead party in defensive two by two formation fans out going down the stairway. Following the lead groups, the main body also heads down the stairway.

At hearing the noise, Yolanda smiling to herself with lustful thoughts says, “You’re back early, lover. You couldn’t get enough . . .”

Seeing it isn’t Michael, her smile drops from her face in surprise. Soldiers are pouring onto the stairway platform.

The Major’s eyes widened in shock at his first sight of Yolanda. Colonel Salazar seeing d’Este’s surprised look, grins.

“I was briefed by El Jefe himself as well as Dr Roland Von Holzner as what to expect – at least in part. Yet, to actually see her in flesh – she is amazing.”

“Amazing doesn’t do her justice, sir. I’d say more like . . .”

” . . . Enormous, yes I know.” Then addressing Yolanda, “Don’t resist us and you won’t be hurt Señorita Kochalski. I am Colonel Roberto Salazar of the Brutopian Special Forces. This is my aid, Major d’Este. We’re here for you, the Formula and the computer software. Where are they? Speak up or we will be forced to get rough with you.”

Upon hearing the lift motor, she turned looking in the direction of the service elevator. The doors open and more soldiers come out onto the main floor area. They have both exits blocked. Yolanda decides to say nothing at this point.
Colonel Salazar seeing she isn’t going to respond waves his arm at some of the troopers on the main floor and points at Yolanda.

“You four take her into custody.”

Yolanda, at this invasion of her home, forces herself to focus. She knew that in her heart of hearts a day like this had to come – discovery!

“Come on honey, I won’t hurt you . . . much.”

The Brutopians look suspicious and nervous. But the closest, a Corporal looks up at her thinking, “What could she do anyway, even if she was a . . . a Giantess! They are all armed men after all, no one in their right mind would resist.”

“Don’t make any trouble for us now girl . . .”

“Oh dear, I’m just full of trouble.”

The soldiers walk carefully closer toward her. She must remain relaxed and submissive looking – until the last possible second. Then like a bolt of lighting, Yolanda grabs and picks the Corporal up effortlessly by his flak jacket. Holding him bodily in the air over her head, she smiles in satisfaction.

“Aaaaaaaaaaa! Put me down!”

“Anything you say, honey.”

She tosses him like a rag doll into the three others who have stopped in their tracks.

“Not bad, if do say so myself. You guys went down like ninepins. You’d better start working out more and put some size on, too! As it is, you’re not fit to take on a girl’s cheer leader group!”

Yolanda then turns to the others nearby.

“Alright who’s next? Oh, never mind, I know . . . all at once!”

Instantly like a lioness defending her home, Yolanda attacks them. Any hand-to-hand combat with her is in vain, instead they try to tackle or pile on top of her. This too, is to no avail in stopping her. With her hands, she pins one between her legs, the others she punches, swats or knocks to the ground. The one Yolanda has pinned between her huge thighs shouts out in pain.

“Stop her! Stop her! She’s crushing me!”

“Damn it I am trying!” said another vainly trying to pull him free.

“For Christo’s sake, she’s only a woman! Stop her!” He gasped from the pressure of the huge pincering feminine muscles.

With most of them still picking themselves up, Yolanda decides it’s time for a bit of fun.

Looking down at the pair Yolanda smirked, “You’re lucky that I’m in such a good mood by just crushing you in a hold, I could be mean and scissor you, like so.”

“UHhhhhhhhhh!”

If the pain was bad before, what he experiences from her body increases to pure agony before he passes out.

“See the difference?” she chuckles while letting go of his unconscious body.

Grabbing the other one with her left hand, she picks him up as if he was weightless. His look is one of total terror, she can see.

“Tsk tsk, as for you, you really shouldn’t fool with me. You might get hurt.”

At this observation, she throws him some distance away to land bodily on the floor in a heap. Yolanda next snatches a third man up her right hand and lifts him high in the air above her head.

“What . . . what the Hell are you?”

At this remark, she brings him close to her face and breaks into a broad smile.

“Oh me, I’m a real woman for a real man, you pip squeak.”

As before, she throws this one several feet away to land on the hard floor. A fourth man who tried to tackle her from behind, realizes to his great regret, he has bitten off more then he can chew. Nevertheless, he vainly and bravely hangs onto her from the backside.

“I cannot stop her alone, get some more men over here. She’s too damn strong!”

“You know something, shorty? You’re absolutely right, you cannot stop me – I’m an Amazon Goddess.”

Reaching up behind with her left hand and grabbing him, she tosses him off in the direction of the elevator entrance. The man sails through the air with such force that he slams into a couple soldiers holding position there.

At the sight of their fellows being put down by this mere female, Sargento Espinoza orders the rest of the squads to move in and forcibly suppress Yolanda. By shear weight of numbers, they hope to stop her by piling on top of her.

A few she picks up and tosses with such force that they crash through the office partitions separating the gym area from the living areas. However, the rest still come on trying to pull her down. Just to prove how powerful she is, she decides to let them pile on top of her. She squats down to make it easier for them. Then, just as they think they have subdued this Giantess, she stands effortlessly and bodily lifts them together as a mass from underneath. Whimpers and moans of terror come from them. Then with her arms she continues to lift the group of men higher.

Finally, she holds the struggling group above her head, as if she was handling a barbell.

“You guys just don’t have what it takes. Why don’t you go away now, before I really get upset and do something you’ll regret in the morning . . . if you live that long!”

Then she launches the group of men some distance toward an open space on the black rubber matted floor. They fall in a heap with a soft multiple thumps and thuds.

“There, maybe now they will get the Hell out of here.”

Moans, groans and curses come from them as the soldiers untangle their bruised, battered, and in some cases broken boned bodies. Not to mention some deflated egos.

In shock, Major d’Este cannot believe what he is seeing with his own eyes.

“Sir, it’s impossible . . . she is . . . our men are being tossed around like . . . like toy soldiers!”

Colonel Salazar is also somewhat shaken by the shear strength of Yolanda. He knew that Dr Roland Von Holzner said she would be enhanced. However, nothing in the Intel mentioned anything like this kind of super strength.

“We have to have her, the Formula and the software. Otherwise, El Jefe will shoot us if we fail. The woman knows the computer system. We need her alive . . . Hmmm, but not necessarily on her feet.” Looking at the expedition’s sniper, Colonel Salazar gives the command. “You there, wound her, one shot. Slow her down – but for God’s sake don’t kill her.”

“Yes sir, one shot and wound only!”

He aims his scoped and silencer equipped FR-F1 Sniper’s rifle at the center of Yolanda abdominal area and fires a single 7.62mm round.

“Ouch, what the Hell?”

It felt like a very hard blunt poke to her abs from a dowel rod. However, the bullet doesn’t penetrate to her surprise and to the amazement of the Brutopians as well! Her body absorbed the energy of the impact and the bullet bounced off and fell to the floor near her feet.

“Sir,” comments the sniper in shock, “I’ve never seen any thing like it. It’s not possible – it’s . . . as if her skin is made of Kelvar!”

“God Damn it,” exclaims Colonel Salazar, “we have her surrounded but we cannot control her.”

Yolanda, rubbing the impact area with her right hand to ease the pain, is now really pissed off.

“Shoot me will you, you bunch of thugs. Keep this up and you’re gonna be really sorry you messed with me.”

Yolanda looks around for a weapon, any weapon. Then spying the extra weight plates and barbells, she knows what to do.

“That 500 pound plate and a barbell ought to do the job. I’ll squash them or scythe them!”

Forgetting her rapidly fading pain, gripping one hand on a weight plate through the hole and with the other a super sized Olympic barbell she picks them up. Holding them together like a shield and a quarterstaff, Yolanda appears for all tense and purposes like a female warrior ready for battle with evil forces.

“This is the only real home that I or Michael have ever had and I will not be pushed around or threatened by these scumbags. I will not give them the satisfaction of running away. If they want a fight, I’m gonna stand my ground and give em one! They are going to be real sorry sons-a-bitches when I get done with them.”

**********

“Yo – yes you, Colonel stupido! If I was you and had any sense, I’d get out of here as of now – or I am going to be forced to kill the lot of you. No quarter!”

“Under other conditions I would leave, Señorita Kochalski. Men, take her by whatever force necessary short of using your firearms! El Jefe wants her alive!”

The large group on the main floor decides to close in on Yolanda from both sides of her. Two of them, however, make the fatal error of getting too near.

“Damn you, don’t move you . . .”

“Alright, I won’t move. Instead you can play catch the plate me, you dirt bag!”

Screaming as his body folds up into a broken mushy pile of blood and guts under its weight. Simultaneously as she tossed the weight plate, she moved without a moments thought to take out another opponent.

“And here’s a prize for you.”

In a single fluid movement with her well-developed body and using only one hand, she swung the oversized Olympic barbell out in an arc and catches the soldier in the middle of the body.

SWWWWWWWIIIIIISSSSS SSSSSH!

The soldier in wide-eyed terror cannot imagine anyone so large, moving so fast and gracefully. Yet this Amazon can, he saw in the last seconds of his life.

Merde, it’s impossible . . .”

TTTHHHHUUUUNNNNNNK!

His crumpled-up body is thrown back with such force from the blow that he crashes through a couple of the remaining unbroken office partitions. He lands several feet away on the bedroom floor like a deflated balloon. Bloody, mashed and very dead.

Yolanda then in one quick movement, grabbing up the bloody plate off the other and handled it again like a shield, she is once more ready for action.

“Who else among you ‘men’ wants to take me on? You bastards get out of here while you still can. Or I’ll wipe the floor with all of you!”

At this statement and to further intimidate them, she spins the barbell in one hand like a baton. This emphasizing of her physical power causes the rest of the soldiers to back slowly away. She can see they are in total fear of her, an angry blonde Amazon. However, in private, Yolanda’s personal thoughts however are a bit less bravado. In fact, she’s was beginning to get afraid. They don’t seem to be leaving, she thought.

“Michael get your butt back here, I think they are in this for keeps.”

Looking around, Yolanda is uncertain as to their next move. She tenses and readies herself for another assault by these thugs.

Colonel Salazar seeing that his men are almost to the point of panicking knows that he must maintain order. He switches to the headpiece Comm.

“Fall back men and don gas masks. It’s the only way we are going to stop her!”

“Sir – is that wise?” the Major asks.

“She doesn’t seem to be willing to run away. In this contained area inside the building, the sleep gas will be most effective. Besides, we don’t have any other choice now.”

Looking around, his men seem ready for action. They all give Colonel Salazar the thumbs up signal. Upon seeing the gas masks, it suddenly dawns on her what they plan to do. She starts to back away slowly.

“Oh crap they going to . . .”

Seeing her beginning to retreat, Colonel Salazar shouts into the microphone inside of his gas mask.

“Fire it now!”

At his order, the sniper on the entrance platform fires the gas canister. It hits the floor right near Yolanda’s feet.

” . . . Gas me. I guess should have run for it when I had the chance!”

Within seconds, a blinding, thick fog engulfs her and the room. Yolanda tries to hold her breath, but nonetheless she sniffs in some – which is more then enough. Sensing herself getting dopey, Yolanda’s thoughts become sluggish, yet she forces herself to focus.

“I cannot stay . . . must get out of here . . . find Michael . . . warn him . . . it’s so hard to walk.”

Knowing her body is weakening from the drug and her mind is starting to lose consciousness, she bites her lip to stay awake. It is bad; her grip strength is weakening. In order to move faster and save time, Yolanda drops the barbell and the weight plate.

“I must get out of here . . . now.”

Yolanda could feel her legs giving out under her falling to the floor. But even so, she wills herself forward, crawling on hands and knees, trying by shear force of will to make her massive body get to the elevator exit.

“I . . . know I can make it.”

Eventually, giving in to the inevitable, Yolanda collapsed in a heap. All were in wonder; she passed out only a few feet short of the elevator doors.

Chapter Three

“Finally – we have her,” Colonel Salazar pronounced. “Major, move the men in and make certain she is unconscious. While you are doing that, I will take a couple of the men and collect the Formula, the software and/or any necessary computer equipment. I want to be out of here in twenty minutes

“Yes sir! I will make it so.”

Under the watchful eye of Major d’Este, a squad of soldiers and a medic confirm that Yolanda is unconscious. This done, they begin binding her arms and legs with two-inch thick steel bands to restrain her. Finally, the medic to insure that she remains docile injects her with a sedative.

“It’s now your job to keep her unconscious during the trip back to Brutopia. Be alert and do not, repeat, do not let her reawaken. If she does, I doubt those restraints would hold her for long. If she gets loose we are all dead men.”

“I understand perfectly, sir. I will not let that happen.”

“Very well, let us get her up the elevator and loaded into the truck.”

Under his command and using eight men to lift Yolanda, they move her to the elevator.

As Major d’Este is managing the moving of Yolanda, Colonel Salazar with a group of soldiers searches the laboratory area for the Formula and anything else related to it that they need to remove. Going over the Computer Console, he notes that most of it is the same as the one in Brutopia. Their Intel was correct in this area, but they lack the necessary software to complete it.

“This is the part of the Transformation Computer System Area, the software must be nearby, keep looking.”

Another one searching through the refrigeration and storage cabinets in the laboratory area comes across the Super Soldier Formula in sealed beakers.

“Sir,” he points, “there are only these two beakers of it. I don’t see any more in here.”

“Yes, just as Dr Roland Von Holzner described it. Continue searching anyway, if there is more here, we’ll take it as well.”

Several men along the wall were searching the books and papers. As they go long, the useless items are dumped on the floor. Invariably, one of them comes across the software diskette and the set of compact disks amongst the rest of the business programs used to manage the Y&M gym.

“We’ve found the location of the Morphing software sir.”

Colonel Salazar comes over and the private hands him the storage box. A look of triumph comes over his face; the third part of what they needed most has now fallen into their hands.

“This is a copy of the Morphing software program for the Master Controller Transformation Computer. Did you find any physical drawings or manuals?”

“No sir. Not yet.”

“Well these copies will have to do, collect them all. We are running out of time. If the originals are here, we don’t have the time to look and still make our schedule.”

As the soldiers pile the stolen paperwork and software into boxes, the Colonel notices some binders and notebooks by the service computer terminal. He picks one of them up and begins to read handwriting on the first sheet. His eyes grow wide in fear under the gas mask.

“Medre! It’s not hers!”

Quickly he thumbs through the others in front of him. Then the binder notebooks. He sees the empty protein bar wrappers scattered on the desk. In addition, he checks the empty extra large coffee cup. The bottom is still damp and not yet dried. All the evidence in front of him confirms his worse suspicions. Then he switches to a private channel, so as not to panic the men.

“Major! Double time we must be out of here now!”

“What is it sir?”

He hears the expression of fear in Colonel Salazar’s voice. In response, he races over to his commander. Once in front of him, Colonel Salazar hands him one of the notebooks.

“Look at this. She doesn’t live here alone as we thought. A Señor Michael Moray lives down here as well with her. Apparently, we were very lucky. If this man is as enhanced as she is, which by the evidence in front of us suggests, he will be unstoppable.”

Major d’Este’s eyebrows go up in concern.

“Yes, it certainly seems to be true. I can only imagine what the man looks like.”

“I don’t even want to contemplate it. We must be gone before he gets back and kills us all.”

As the order to withdraw is given, as they work their way downstairs the soldiers upstairs withdraw from their positions in a collapsing bag movement. The air has cleared downstairs due to the excellent ventilation system, so there is no need of gas masks. As these come down, the Kommandos in the basement living area work their way up and outside. Some loading into the trucks the captured booty, including the main prize – Yolanda. Others are positioned to guard the area for escape. Colonel Salazar without his gas mask relaxes a bit while Major d’Este oversees the loading.

“We are going to make it. El Jefe will be most pleased.”

“Sir,” the radio operator shouts, “one of our outlying perimeter watchers reports a US Army Humvee is rapidly approaching our position!”

“What! How soon?”

“Ah, at its current speed it should be here in less then ten minutes.”

“Should we not order our men to take it out sir? We have four SPG-82 anti-armor rocket launchers for just such a contingency.”

“No Major, they are only to be used as a last resort, secrecy is paramount to our success. If somehow we have set off a silent alarm – that is one thing. Even so, they will be in confusion as to what happened here. That shall buy us the time we need to escape.”

“Understood sir, if we destroy the Yankee patrol, the Americans will be most certainly alerted to our presence. The domestic paramilitary police forces of this city would slow us down, even before we made it to the airport.”

“Correct, in fact I doubt we would far beyond the borders of continental Estados Unidos alive even if we did make off the ground. The American Air Force would shoot us down over the Gulfo of México rather then see us get away. In any case, it doesn’t matter if it’s a point vehicle for the American military authorities or this Señor Michael Moray; we are out of here as of this minute. Major d’Este, you take lead position in the first truck, I will be aboard the second with the woman. We must make it to the airport and board the waiting Brutopian Diplomatic 747 cargo converter air transport for home.”

“Yes sir, understood. Everyone, the order to evacuate has been given! We go now!”

Sargento Espinoza upon hearing the order then turns and shouts to the remaining soldiers.

“You heard the orders! Get into those trucks you dogs! Move it!”

The half a dozen or so of the remaining soldiers from the basement come up in under a minute. They board the trucks just as they are starting to pull away. The area guards join them in sequence as the trucks slowly pass their positions and move away from the Y&M Gymnasium.

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