[Fonk]

Remember this story? This here is a loose sequel for the holiday season.

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The Enchanted Mistletoe

It's funny, isn't it, how the simplest things can sometimes end up changing your life. How just doing the smallest thing can make you either realise something important, or do something, or decide to live your life in a different way. For me, that thing was kissing my girlfriend under the mistletoe last Christmas Eve.

I should introduce myself. My name is Joe Callaghan. At the time of my story, I had lived with my girlfriend Sally Winford for just over two years. We'd met at work, as so many couples do these days. She was a cute and curvy but shy bottle blonde who very much stayed in her own department. I'd spotted her on some dreadful team-building exercise we'd been asked to do. I plucked up the courage to ask her out one night around four and a half years ago. We hit it off brilliantly, and have been together ever since.

Before the events of this story, Sally was five foot five, and had dyed blonde hair that fell appealingly to her shoulders, with brown eyes and lush lips. She wasn't built like one of those stick-thin models that you see pictures of in magazines and worry about, but that suited me down to the ground: I much prefer curvy, voluptuous women, like Sally was. Her breasts were nicely full D-cups. She did carry a bit of tummy, which she liked to moan about (and I adored), but her tush was a thing of beauty. Overall, her body made me happy. Our sex life used to make me happy, too. Now it makes me over the moon.

I should explain a bit about myself. I'm twenty-eight years old and an incurable old romantic, which is why I came home from rounding off the last of the Christmas shopping on Christmas Eve last year with a bunch of mistletoe bought from a market stall. The youth who'd sold me the goods, whose name was Sam, insisted that I make the first person I kissed under the mistletoe that year make a wish, which would be granted. I was sceptical, as you would be, but thanked him politely anyway and promised that I would.

Sally was round at her sister's house dropping some presents off, so I took the chance to hang it in the kitchen before I started making dinner. By the time her car drew up on the driveway, I was just finished with the cooking. I brought everything through to the dining table and was lighting a pair of candles when she opened the front door and came through to the dining room. She was wearing a cream sweater and a nicely-fitting pair of black jeans on top of an old comfortable pair of trainers. She saw the effort that I'd gone to and smiled happily.

"Thank you," she said. "Just what I needed." I grinned, pulling out a chair for her.

"Mademoiselle," I said, bowing slightly. She half-smiled, kicked off her shoes and socks, bowed back and sat in the chair. I moved around the table to my seat and we ate. It was spaghetti bolognese, my signature dish. During the meal she told me about how her sister had been, how her niece and nephew had been all excited about the imminent arrival of Santa Claus and how the traffic had been unpleasant, with people rushing out to buy the last of their Christmas gifts. I listened attentively. When we'd both done, I collected the plates and brought them into the kitchen. Then I called Sally through to join me.

"Sally, honey, will you come into the kitchen? I've got a surprise for you."

"Oooh!" she replied. "I love surprises!" All smiles, she walked into the kitchen, practically jumping up and down like a little girl. I smiled at her joy and pointed at the ceiling.

"Mistletoe!" she exclaimed, eyes bright. I nodded and took her in my arms. She was leaning in for a kiss when I put a finger to her lips.

"The guy I bought it from said it's enchanted mistletoe," I told her. She was frowning at being prevented from kissing me, but listened attentively nonetheless. "You have to make a wish when we kiss." She pulled a mock puzzled look, considering what her wish was going to be.

"OK, I've got it!" she said, playing along. And then we kissed. We'd been separated all day, so it was quite passionate. I pulled her close to me. As ever, her lips felt beautiful against mine. Satisfied, she pulled away and we both opened our eyes again. Sally smiled, lighting up the whole room. I was too curious.

"What did you wish for?" I asked, eyebrow raised. She pushed an index finger onto my nose in admonishment.

"I can't tell you that, silly! If I do, it won't come true."

Immediately her stomach started to gurgle loudly. We both looked down at it, frowning. We brought our heads up to look at each other at the same time.

"But I just had dinner!" Sally said, startled, at the same time as I said "But you just had dinner!" She clutched her belly and moaned. I put my arm to her shoulder.

"Is everything all right?" I asked. Briefly I thought about food poisoning, but dismissed it when I realised that I would be getting the same symptoms. Then the strangest thing happened. Her shoulder grew a little bigger under my hand. I whipped my hand away quickly, wondering what was going on. My eyes went wide as Sally spoke to me through gritted teeth.

"Feels… good," she gasped. "Painful… but good." I took a step back and saw what was going on: she was growing, right before my eyes!

I'd only ever seen anything like this once before, when the TeleNews 24 newsreader Claudia Chatwin had turned into a bulky muscle woman live on air earlier that year. Everyone had seen that clip doing the rounds on the Internet before Ms. Chatwin's legal team had had it banned. And yet here it was, happening to my girlfriend right in front of me! I couldn't, almost didn't want to, believe my eyes.

The first really visible sign of Sally's change was that her sweater came untucked, revealing a good portion of her stomach as she grew taller. I watched with sadness as her tummy melted away into flatness, ironing her navel into a sideways grape shape. Her body began to visibly fill out her clothes, putting strain on the seams and stitches. The first tearing sound came from the seat of her jeans as her gorgeous ass turned from shapely squeezableness (I hope that's a word!) into muscular firmness. I noticed that she was now as tall as me – five foot nine.

The transformation was affecting her whole body. Her stomach started to bubble with nascent abdominal muscles, carving a line down her middle. Her thigh muscles were straining at the legs of her jeans, just as her growing breasts tented out the front of her sweater. I felt myself tenting in response. Slowly her arms grew out of the sleeves, making it look like the garment was shrinking. Even her neck was getting thicker, backed up by the expansion of muscles I later learned were called 'traps'. This strengthening was not the only thing that was happening to her, though. She was becoming more beautiful as I watched, slack-jawed. Her skin was becoming smoother, giving her a creamy soft complexion. Any blemish or imperfection was smoothed away, even the cute beauty mark on her cheek, which was a sad loss to me. Her face was rounding out and her lips plumping. Her cheekbones slowly became more visible; heck, even her eyelashes were growing longer. She was becoming subtly tanned, as well as her hair turning to genuine blonde and growing in long waves down her back.

Sally had her eyes shut and was clenching and unclenching her fists. With each clench, I noticed that the veins and muscles in her wrists were getting bigger and bigger. As I looked at her wrists, I slowly had to raise my head as Sally was getting taller at the same time. The sleeves of her sweater started to split at the cuff and just below the shoulder, at around the same time as the stitching in her jeans gave up fighting the growth of her quads. Large, strong, tanned muscle was popping out into the harsh light everywhere I looked, like the transformation scenes in the old Incredible Hulk series, only far, far sexier.

As Sally passed six foot four in height, her breasts finally overwhelmed the front of her sweater, which split down the middle to make a cardigan. They had reached the size of large melons and were waging war against her poor navy blue bra. I smiled when I saw her underwear: that was the pair she used to seduce me more often than not. Gorgeous breast flesh was spilling out over the top of her underwear and her nipples were threatening to tear holes at any moment. Now her sweater was opened out, I could see more of Sally's development. Her shoulders were broadening as they got stronger, pushing the sides of her sweater away from her torso. Lots of veins started to creep to the surface of her skin, powering her muscles to greater heights. Fiery trails of them tore across the surface of her abs as they spread up and around her arms and legs. Meaty biceps and triceps began to overtake the sweater's sleeves. They sheared off with a very sexy ripping sound and fell to the floor.

The waistband of her jeans gave out and so denim joined the woollen rags of Sally's sleeves on the floor. Her legs were completely exposed as her navy blue panties struggled to contain her fabulous growing body. Her quads were just huge, thick slabs of strength, tapering neatly into massive, diamond-shaped calves. Her feet had grown too, so as to provide a better base for the leviathan that she was becoming, I supposed. She was much more muscular at that moment than I would ever be, I knew that. I looked up at her face. Although it was becoming more and more beautiful with each passing second, she had her eyes screwed tightly shut and was gritting her teeth. I saw that colour was coming to her face in a very special way, and I couldn't help but smirk.

Finally the growth became too much for the remnants of Sally's cream sweater. It tore off, leaving her upper body clad in what was very obviously an overmatched bra. Her upper torso was becoming huge: large and swelling pectorals pushed her bulging breasts ever forward over a stack of abs, each one the size of my fist. Her shoulders were becoming awesome: Sally was now wider than the doorway, thick beefy traps flowing perfectly into huge delts. Her upper arms were enormous, filled with the sort of brawny strength that bodybuilders long to possess. When she clenched her fists, her biceps exploded into huge relief, covering her upper arms from elbow to shoulder with frankly frightening amounts of muscle that was growing even as I watched. Her triceps, or what I could see of them, provided the perfect complement as they grew to amazing sizes.

As I watched, I noticed that Sally was filling out in all three dimensions. As well as her muscles swelling and growing taller, her body itself was getting thicker, presumably to cope with its heavy coating of strength. Her bra gave way, releasing the most perfect pair of breasts I had ever seen, which slowly jiggled into position on her massive chest. My jaw dropped further and, though I don't remember the details exactly, I may even have started to drool a little. To be fair, who wouldn't, on seeing the love of their lives transform into a goddess right in front of them? The bra snapping was quickly followed by her panties popping and fluttering away, fully revealing this monumental woman's body to the world.

Even after hitting Claudia Chatwin's height of seven foot tall, Sally kept on growing. I would have gasped in amazement if I had had any breath left in me to do so. There she stood, already wrapped in beauty and strength beyond my comprehension, and she was going to be more. More than any woman – any person – alive. I backed up to the sink, purely so I wouldn't fall over in a dead faint as my love grew to inhuman proportions. The prodigious strength she had already had layered onto her bulged out further, causing more veins to pop to the surface. Not even her breasts escaped being covered in veins, though these were fewer in number and strangely blue in colour.

Once my baby had reached seven foot four, she stopped growing. She came, her cheeks flushing and a big smile on her voluptuous lips. Panting heavily, she slowly unclenched her fists and opened her perfect almond-shaped eyes. She looked around slowly before realising and looking down to set her eyes on me. My mouth was still slack. I spent a long time taking in the new curves and might of my girlfriend.

Each of her huge thighs was as wide as my chest. Her calves were immense, American football-shaped mounds of dense strength. Sally's stomach consisted of about an eight-pack of thick, solid muscle, each pair of abs bigger and more prominent than the last as they rose upwards to meet her pectorals. Inevitably, my eyes were drawn to her gigantic breasts. They had swollen to beyond basketball size. Her areolae were around the size of saucers, tanned dusky brown, with erect nipples sticking out a further two and a half inches. They were about as thick as bottle caps. Combined with a new sexy tan, I could have spent the rest of my life staring at those pinnacles of wonder, but somehow I managed to move my eyes away. As I looked, I noticed that she had lost none of her curves; they were simply more outrageous than they had been not two minutes before.

Sally was definitely wider than the doorway – in fact, something told me that she was about as wide as her car. This was entirely down to her shoulders, which were layered with the thickest, densest muscle of her entire body. We discovered later that when my baby turned her head, her ears flicked on her awesome traps. Her neck was long but thick. She had become the most beautiful woman in the world: her features were soft but sensual and full of mischief. I loved her long lashes, the deep brown pools that were her eyes; even her nose was perfect. She was smiling broadly. She leaned over to kiss me, and I had never felt anything like it. If her lips felt good before, now they felt sensational. I could feel her power, her beauty overwhelming me as I stood there. Her big breasts knocked into my chest, only enhancing the sensations. She pulled out of the kiss and put her hands on her massive hips.

"I want you," she whispered in the sexiest voice I had ever heard. All I could do was nod. She lifted me up, cradled me in her arms, and carried me upstairs to our bedroom which, for that night and nearly every night since, was twinned with heaven.

— EPILOGUE —

Sally quit her job when she discovered that as well as her remarkable physical changes, she had become the most intelligent person on Earth. She was able to earn the couple many thousands of pounds on the stock market within two months of her transformation. Joe currently continues in his line of work. Sally is working with Professor Stephen Hawking on why there can be no Grand Unified Theory. Once this is done, she hopes to work on a cure for all cancers.

The couple are engaged, with the wedding set for June 2007.

Sam Waters, looking much more dishevelled than when we last saw him, trudged away from the mistletoe stall that night. Quietly he headed for a run-down building on the edge of town. He carefully pushed the door open, which was hanging off its hinges, and rearranged it artfully over the entrance. "Greg!" he called out once he was in the dark and dingy room. "Did you see it?" A voice trickled down the stairs. "Oh yeah," it said. "You passed." Sam punched the air. "Oh, yes!" he shouted. "You got to tell me though, dude," Greg continued, "what was her wish?" Sam brushed his mouth with the back of his hand, feeling the cuts that exerting the strong magic of the wish had given him. "She wanted to be the strongest and sexiest woman in the world." Although he couldn't see it – had never seen his mentor face to face, in fact – Sam could hear Greg grinning. "Of course. Merry Christmas, Sam." Sam smiled. "Merry Christmas, Greg."

— THE END —

A big merry Christmas to everyone at Amaz0ns and their families and friends!

Finally, any constructive criticism of this story is welcomed. I want to polish it up and put it onto Brawna – I was thinking of expanding on the bit where Joe and Sam meet, for a start (if Sam is going to become a recurring character for me, he might as well star a bit more!). Cheers! ;D

[Jack]

Great story, Fonk!

Improvements before posting on Brawna?  I don't think it needs any.  I think it's brilliant as it is already.  Thanks for putting in the hard work to write it – it's really great!

[nam]

Nice. Thank you!

[gblock01]

Yet another wonderful story! And the descriptions used for the transformation were simple awesome. I may have to borrow a few for some of my future stories.  😉

[Fonk]

I've put the story on Brawna now – here, in fact! I've polished up a few bits and pieces, including expanding Sam's role in events a little more, as well as a bit more explanation.

Thanks to anyone who's read the story and enjoyed it! 😉

[trilliwig]

Whoa, great piece of writing Fonk, and that goes for the newscaster bit as well.  You write your characters' personality and physicality just the way I like them. 🙂  Thanks for this wonderful Christmas vignette.

[cpbell0033944]

Wow Fonk – what a fantastic story.  I could visualise Sally's incredible, sexy body thanks to the quality of your writing.  Thanks for providing me with a few minutes of escapist fun!

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