[crazyfck]

Special reports on TV were giving all information they could. They showed how every culture on the planet was dealing with the strange shift over the women and men. In Japan, most women who were just five feet in height now had problems in trains, homes, clothes and beds with their 6+ feet. Still holding their oriental features them were all blond. In Africa, the dark skin made a strange contrast with the platinum hair that grew in length. And the same happened with Indians, Arabs, all ethnic groups from north to south, east to west, all women became centerfold muscular blonds amazons creating a worldwide hysteric havoc.

A reporter was demonstrating the new strength of the women, showing them lifting and pushing weights on a new scale. He also showed a girl in her twenties holding a motorcycle helmet between her steel muscular legs; she struggles a little bit before it deformed and a crack spitted the helmet in half astonishing even her.

Mary flexed her own muscles rubbing it “Why we got so much stronger? Eve never was that muscular, or an athlete, she’s a model…” Mary and her older brother Mark watched the reports carefully searching for clues of how it happened. Mark’s ultra expensive chair was struggling with Mary’s new weight while she read and saw report after report.

The TV showed that the female transformations varied on each woman, some became more voluptuous, others more muscular, some more beautiful, others even taller.

“You can’t spend more than you earn, don’t you remember it? Women absorbed anything they had within reach from the males. And what men could give? Size and strength, more than beauty I guess” said Mark behind her.

Mary took off her glasses “don’t lecture me, please. I know everything you knew and more… look at the Japanese, it is not proportional, men should be midgets by now, walking skeletons, but they did not shrink at the same amount that the women grew. From where this strength came?” and she flexed her 18 inches biceps up and down repeatedly.

“Can you stop do that? It disturbs me”

“Stop what?”

“Flexing those muscles of yours, women shouldn’t be like that. Its weird.”

“And how women should be?”

“Weaker than us, of course.”

“Weaker? Shouldn’t be equal?”

“Is nature. Was God's decision”

Mary stood up slowly in a double flex position “where is your God now, Mark?” and he gulped as he sees her upper muscles seeming to be even bigger by flexing them “I would never guess that you without your intelligence would be so obtuse, so narrow.”

“Is just how the things are.”

“Were”

“What you mean by ‘were’? That you don’t want to revert it?! You want it all to yourself don’t you?”

“I don’t even know if it is possible to revert anything, Mark. But until then, I would be more careful with your words.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“More like a warning. Now get out.” Mary sounded stern and looks down at him by her glasses.

“You get out! Is my bedroom!”

“Stop whining. You are what you always has been: a Spoiled kid. Don’t you see we have more ‘important’ things to do here? I need the machines. We don’t have the time to move it from here.”

“I don’t care. This is my place. I earned this place! Is all my stuff!”

Mary was losing her patience “God, you are annoying, don’t you? Get out of here before…”

“Before what?”

And Mary took him by his armpits and he protested like a five years old “do you need diapers too?” she said and pushed him outside closing his door on his face. Mary took a heavy wooden cabinet and blocked it. Mark tried to push the door open but he was too weak.

Without Mark annoying her, Mary took off her tight clothes to finally see the entire splendor of her 6’5 tall body alone. And she really like what she saw, she felt empowered, in charge, it was a superheroine body. Mary wondered if all other women shared the same feelings as her.

Gracie was checking out her own body in her bedroom. Her pj was all stretched and torn by the muscular curves, the sleeves only came to her elbows, as the slacks didn’t pass her calves. Gracie could not grab how beautiful she became. She made faces and poses to the mirror echoing Marilyn Monroe and giggling at it. Her breasts were exposed because their shear size took out all the buttons unmercifully; and Gracie took them in her hands “what’s the size of it? DD? EE? FF? No bra in the world could hold this.” In a smaller frame her breasts would exceed the good taste, but on her they fitted like a glove “I wish I had clothes that fit them.”

And her phone rings “Mary? What the fuck happened to the world? My dad almost had a stroke to see me like this!” in her bed she laid down with her muscular legs to the air watching them dancing over the mirror. Gracie couldn’t have enough of herself. “I am looking like Eve! I think even more gorgeous than her! Wait for your brother to see me and compare with that stick ex-supermodel… don’t you know? She is not affected like you, all the rest and me. She’s gone. Now Mark will be all mine.”

Mary did not thought of Eve yet “did she lose her job?”

“No, not yet, but is in the news, she’s the only woman who stayed the same as far they know it. This is like a dream or what? Can I come over? I know it’s late… but c’mon!”

“Sure, but Mark is pissed, if you were intending to hit him”

“I hope he likes the amazon type of body. Or I’ll force him to like…” And Gracie hung up. She searched for the largest outfit she could find but only the clothes from the gym classes would resist her new body. Her previous long red shirt was glued evidencing her abs. Gracie flexed her 20 inches biceps and the sleeves tore “So Awesome!” she was getting wet by just thinking in rubbing Mark’s face on her larger than life muscles and breasts. Gracie was out of control.

She took the rest of the sleeves out leaving her buff arms exposed “what is sexier? To show up more breasts or more muscles? Or both?” Using her sharp nails and new strength, Gracie's hand cuts the red shirt making it an improvised top. She never dared to show her body so much, but now she wanted to walk naked around the house “hope my brothers don’t pay much attention about it.”

Gracie’s father and brothers were around the TV, their oversized clothes remembered them of how much they had shrunk. They were a dynasty of jocks, not only Gracie’s father was the coach of the school football team, but his older son was the star. To them what was happening is disastrous. And they saw Gracie's long muscular legs of 6'7 teenager coming down the stairs in almost too revealing clothes: sneakers, spandex leggings and the red top containing her braless big and generous breasts.

“Hey, she took my sneakers!” said the shrimp former football star “they were new!”

“They are still new! And are the only ones that aren’t smelly!” and she completed “and they seem to be a little big for you now”

Her father was not approving her outfit “don’t you have any decent clothes?”

“Nothing fits me anymore.” She said looking down at her large quads, much bigger than any her brothers had “I had to improvise. I'm going to Mary's.”

“But just where you are think you are going, lady?! At this hour? Dressed like that?”

“C’mon, daddy! I think is safe for me to walk out there now. Who would mess with me?” and unconsciously flexed her arms moving their attention from her legs to her biceps.

“What if more of that weird shit happens again?” her tiny dad barked. Gracie’s mother came up from the kitchen bowing her head to not hit the doorframe:

“Don’t use those words in front of the kids, Richard!” and again, all Gracie’s brothers craned their heads up to see their mother even bigger and blonder than Gracie “I hate when you do that.”

“This is my house. If I want to say shit, or fuck, I say it! I'm still the man of the house” his head couldn't even reach the middle of her breasts that were bigger than his own head.

Gracie’s mother raised her eyebrows grinding her teeth warning him “Richard… just don't.”

But he would not allow a woman whipping on him in front of his kids. “What? Are you going to spank me? Put me in your lap and slap me? Or what?” He said snorting at her and to his sons who laughed with him.

Everything has a limit, and Gracie’s mother tolerated her husband behavior for too long. And now, because of being so much stronger than him, he was trying to regain the authority in ‘his house.’ “We need to talk” was all she said.

“Do you know what we need? We need to send you back to the therapy!” and he snorted again “because now the blood can even reach your tiny brain up there” and the boys laughed with him for the last time:

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” her shout silenced even the dogs outside. She took him by his neck and put him over her muscular legs tearing his pants off and slapped him hard “YOU…” and slapped again “SHOULD…” and again, harder “BEHAVE…” and harder “LIKE AN ADULT!” and he started to cry, each slap sounded like a gunshot. Gracie’s brothers tried to pull her out, but were incapable to move her arms an inch away.

Gracie took the opportunity and got out to find Mark only thinking in how he will react to her improved beauty and body.

Mark was in the couch just thinking about all this mess and his sister’s muscular body. He just couldn’t get it out of his mind. He didn’t know if it was repulsive because she was his sister, or because she had tons of muscles.

And she passed by him without a word going to the kitchen and his eyes were suddenly glued to her legs that bulged with every step.

Mary took an extreme slice of a cake that she ate with her hands stuffing it all in her mouth and sees Mark staring at her legs “anything wrong?”

He just mumbled “everything is wrong.”

She sat at his side, her long legs taking all his view “Gracie is coming here” but Mark was only paying attention to size of her guns, would take his entire opened palm to cover its peak. “Up here, Mark, I’m talking to you.” Mary adjusted her glasses making her right bicep and his eyes to pop out.

“What you said?”

“Gracie is coming over”

“That girl you said that had a crush on me?”

“Yep, that girl. Just to let you know.”

“Not interested.”

“Be gentle Mark, she likes you” and Gracie knocks the door.

THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF PART II

[cwmoss]

Man, what a place to stop. Great cliff hanger Crazyfck.

[Eric Johnson]

Seems to be moving along interestingly.

Nice to work in the bit about Eve being the only one not changed, that certainly helps set up the conflict for later.

[KeithXZ]

Great going!  I'm looking forward to more!

[crazyfck]

thanks,  If anyone is wondering, this story is loosely based on a post I wrote here last year: Top 10 mistakes of a man with FMG potions

I did not had the proper time to write it this week, I'll try tomorrow a little more.

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Mark had a huge problem: he was a virgin. Worse, he never kissed a girl. And being smaller than ever didn’t helped the situation a bit. But to know that that girl, Gracie, had Eve’s beauty multiplied like his sister made him very nervous and defensive:

“Tell her I’m not here.”

Mary just reproved it “tst, tst, she knows you are here.”

“Tell her I’m sleeping then.”

“Of what are you afraid of, Mark? She’ll not rape you… I think…” and the door was knocked again. “Well, do whatever you want, but I wont lie to her about you.”  And Mary opened the front door: “Gracie! Oh… my… GOD! You are even bigger than me! You look fabulous! Look at those arms!”

Mark snoops at his sister over the couch; he could see Gracie’s frame outclassing Mary. He was sweating. He lied to his sister. Mark knew that Gracie was all over him to the point of obsession. One time when Gracie was sleeping over their home, Mark found out her personal diaries opened in her bag. In every page of her diaries she wrote his name with all her emotions whole over it, sometimes with a heart outlining it, other times with sadness, resentment or even anger. “Shit, she’s a nutcase” Mark said at that time, partially flaunted, but at the same time it made his clear despise for her even more evident.

Mark decided to getaway from the couch. The only place he found to hide was the kitchen, in there Mark opened a cabinet were he could fit inside. It was so humiliating for him. A once super genius with a brilliant future now had to be into hiding like a kid hides from even more humiliation.

For more than everybody respected him as a math genius or as a clever musician, Mark had respect for no one, except Eve. And Gracie was not different. For more he tried to push her away from his life, she was always coming back. And she’s back with a foot and some inches taller, probably stronger than his already stronger sister.

Inside the cabinet he could listen every word they spoke, their heavy steps over the floor coming closer, the wooden floor making noises, and they kept talking about themselves. Their voices weren’t deeper, but much more resonant, like it had a deep reverberation from a hi-quality subwoofer. But Gracie’s whiny voice seemed different to him; she sounded like a midnight radio hostess.

“Isn’t Mark here?” Gracie asked as Mark saw them approach by the cabinet’s tiny vent, she puts her long hair at her back revealing her developed shoulders and neck.

“Strange, he was here. There is a cake in the refrigerator. Want some?”

“hmm, I’m starving!”

Mary took the large chocolate cake and put it over the table and they started to eat it without plates, taking large bites with their forks. Mark saw their muscular legs swinging happily with the cake that his mother left being devoured. He was feeling like a pray hid in the brushes from the dinosaurs.

And Gracie asked about Mark: “So, how he is dealing with all this? Suddenly, the heavens made all women like… Eve!? Must be so freaking creepy for him!”

“Eve?…” Mary never expected that Gracie would do such association so fast.

“Well, we are all blonde, my nose got smaller, my cheeks got higher like hers, and it happened to everyone, look around. And by the way, why Eve didn’t changed like us?”   

Gracie was asking too many questions so Mary changed to the previous subject back “I don’t know, but Mark is taking it pretty well. He’s not freaking out or anything.”

“He must be scared. Like all men are.”

“You bet.” She responded as Mark silently swears her down below in the cabinet. 

“And this muscles… to be this tall…”

“Is like an upgrade, didn’t it?”

“Upgrade?” Gracie knows what an upgrade is, but it coming from Mary’s mouth was odd. 

“Women 2.0: God didn’t got right in the first time, so he released a more complete version” Mary brought her arms together showing off a little. Mark was starting to realize that his sister would never revert it.

“Right… yes… Women 2.0.  But do you think Mark, or the guys will like girls with some muscles?”

“What do you mean by some? Look at yourself, you were already strong for a girl, now…”

“Yes, it’s a lot. And I always imagined how it would be to be strong like my brothers. It sucked to be the smaller one in the family. Even my little brother was taller than me.”

“And now you are the tallest?”

“No, mom is the tallest. But, hey, we are only fourteen, maybe we grow a bit more”

“Do you want to be even taller?”

“I don’t know. But it feels real good to look down at my brothers, specially my father. So bossy.” Gracie decided to not tell their parents fight to Mary, it was so shameful. But yet this episode could give all the freedom Gracie wanted from her father. Gracie was anxious to see him again after what her mother did to him, spanking him in front of all family. He would never go to the police to report this abuse, never. And Gracie knew it.

Mary sat over the cabinet that Mark were, making him afraid of her butt to bust it away and she wondered “It all feels so strange and yet it feels so…”

“Right?”

“…familiar. I think that we are the ones that should be freaking out with all this strength, but no. Feels natural like we always has been like this. Amazons.”

“Maybe even our mind changed along with our bodies, maybe smarter.”

“No, I don’t think so” Mary knew one thing that Eve weren’t: smart.

The three pounds chocolate cake was gone and Gracie sat over the table in front of Mary. With their new heights, seating over tables was more comfortable than regular chairs. Mark saw between his sister’s legs Mary shiny leggings so tight that he could see every detail of her crouch, the muscular lines of her quads, of her calves bulging, he stopped pay attention to their talk. Mark was feeling himself aroused by Gracie “shit” he thought, and forbidden himself to look more at her, he was afraid to blow right there. Then a noise woke him up from his daydream: the cabinet will not hold Mary’s weight for much longer. And they were laughing, speaking out loud not paying attention that their improvised seats were not projected for them.

“You want to know a secret about my brother?” Mary asked.

“What?”

“I think he’s totally into our new bodies”

“bullshit!” said Mark down below.

“Did you hear something?” Mary asked and Mark stayed dead quiet “Anyway, every time I flex, he just stares like he couldn’t help himself. Poor devil. He thinks I don’t notice it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Totally. I would too. Even I keep flexing those guns for myself.” Mary also thought in how devilish sweet was to make Mark to fight his own feelings.

The cabinet made another noise and Mark was feeling that he was near to be squashed down by Mary at any moment.

Gracie flexed her guns too “But I got so big, I think I’ll scare him.”

Mark almost shouted: “stop talking about me, please!”

Mary answered Gracie “I think that… for him, bigger is better. Eve was six feet tall, he was a midget near her”

“And now… Eve is a midget near us” Gracie stood up showing her near seven feet height.

“Exactly. You particularly.”

It made Gracie sparkle “Where I can find high-heels to fit us? I need a whole new wardrobe… I love shoes… but I just never had the body for it. To use clothes that… boys like.”

“I think the mall will be crowned by tomorrow.” Mary said and got out of the cabinet relieving Mark that could breath now.

Wasn’t the expectation of Gracie attacking him scared Mark the most, or Mary describing him as a dog without self-respect. But was the fact of his sister dealing with the whole change of universe like an amusement park. Mary could do whatever she wanted with the human race and he had to stop her somehow. He had to get his life from her hands back.

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