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Girl on left: "Why is only your top half muscular? Below the chest, nothing! What did you do to them?"

Girl on right: "They're out for an upgrade."

Really nice pic, character interaction is done really well.

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THE PUNS! DEAR GOD THE PUNS!!! Maybe we could get some additives to sneak into drinks from the good Dr Pepper? NOOOO!!!

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Niiice! i cant help feel that green isn't her colour though.

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Ok, here's the first growth spurt: idea by fonk. i will be writing about the ideas that grab me, so pitch yours as well as you can.
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Anne sighed and stirred her coffee. Here she was, stuck in a dead end town with a job that had almost no hope of breaking her into big time reporting. What did she mean almost? being a freelance reporter had its benefits, like the freedom and the open schedule. but in the backwoods of the US, stories were hard to come by. still, she made a living, which was something. She stirred her coffee, wondering when the next story would show up. she glanced into the night sky out of her window, when a bright white blurr shot out of the sky and struck into the forest. she put down her coffee, picked up her bag and walked out of the door.

her hardwearing boots trod across the dry ground towards the meteor. she took a crumpled pack of ciggarettes out of the back pocket of her jeans, extracted one, and put it into her mouth. she patted her pockets for matches, and came up with nothing. she rubbed the shoulder, clad in a white t-shirt, that bore the strap of her bag. the night was warm, so she had not taken a jacket. she didn't look like a go getting repoter, with her mousy looks and plain neck length brown hair. And she wasn't. she was pretty meek, which, she supposed, was one of the reasons she hadn't done that well in her chosen proffesion. still, she could make some notes on the meteor, take some pictures. maybe she could take a couple of samples and send them off for analasys. she had done a couple of articles for amateur astronomical journals, and she had a contact in nasa. a myterious glow attracted her attention, and she headed off towards it. it had to be the meteor. as she approached the unearthly light, her body began to tingle. she shrugged it off, and pressed on.

The meteor sat in a satisfactorally deep crater, giving off its vibrant green glow. Anne took her ciggarette from her mouth, and pressed it to the meteor. the end sprang into flames. her arm tingled more, but she put it down to the sheer weirdness of the rock. ciggarette back in lips, and smoke flowing from the end, she popped out her notebook and pencil. she put the graphite to the paper, and winced. the pencils tip snapped against the paper, and both fell to the ground. she clutched her chest. the meteors glow was now a bright light. she could feel the energy entering her body, flowing through her system. she cluched her chest tighter, and her eyes widened in shock. it was fuller than she remembered. a lot fuller. she slowly bent her neck. the white t shirt now hugged her breasts like a second skin. the shirt also tightened around her shoulders. the sleeves were straining…
SHRRRIP! Her shoulders shredded the fabric covering them. her huge, broad, muscular shoulders. she glanced down at her arms. Her biceps were big. No, they were huge. and they were growing. her stomach suddenly clenched, she could feel her abs split and grow. still her body greedily drunk in the energy. her jeans were suddenly tight and, with a loud pop, the tough fabric around her thighs vanished. Her heavily muscled legs rippled as she twisted to examine them. calves bulged in diamond shape and toughness. her shoes had tears down the backs, so she slid out her feet. her t shirt now covered just her front, only streching to the top of her deeply cut abs. the meteor had stopped glowing, and she stopped growing. astoundingly, her ciggarette was still in her mouth. she took it out and blew a plume of smoke. she flexed a bicep, placing the cig back between her lips with her other hand. she pumped up the huge muscle a couple of times, as she had seen competitors at bodybuilding contests do. "Damn, i'm huge." she flexed her other bicep. "Really huge. I wonder if this is all show?" she spotted a log, thinking she might be able to lift one end off the forest floor. she walked up to the log, her impromptu denim hot pants accentuating her huge, rock solid buttocks. squatting at one end of the log, she placed both her hands under it. she rose, and the log came clean away from the ground. she was astounded. "i must be stronger than i think. lets see now…" dropping the log with a resounding bang, she walked up to one of the colossal trees that made up the forest. placing her right palm against the ancient wood, she closed her fist. the tree splintered and cracked around her fingers. she smiled around her ciggy, and lifted. with a loud, terrible creak, the tree was torn from the ground. she quickly shifted the tree to two hands. it felt heavy, she probably couldn't lift much more. she pressed the tree over her head a couple of times, and then put it on the ground. "Time for a change of career, i think."
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Mr archangel, heres my awful answer to your request
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/25716383/
Probably someone will do a better one.

[drumsstick master]

Hmm, buff fairy in a can. I think there may be a market for that, from the people who brought you Fanta (sy juice). cool pic.

[drumsstick master]

To the kordite temple!!

Seriously man, wow. i like a lot.

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Right, part 8. hot muscular action in here!
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Fetale glanced nervously over at them. Master and slave were holding each other, setyla clamped stan to her impressive bust. She bit her lip. When they awoke… It would sort itself out. Yes, it would sort itself out. they would find out what setyla had done and they would carry on. Everything would be OK. She absently massaged her bicep in worry. It would all be OK.

Setyla awoke, and grinned. she had saved stan, she knew that. she could feel his body against her, too warm to be dead. She smiled and looked down at stan. just stan. he wasn't her master anymore. Curious, she reached under his chin and tilted up his head. her eyes widened. Set into his forehead was a lare blue gem. shaking, she gently touched her forehead. it was smooth and warm. she had… given him her power. she had no idea how, but she did. His eyes opened.
"Umm," she was nervous. How would he react?
"Lady? Lady, whats wrong?" His eyes were filled with concern "Lady?" she hugged him even tighter.
"Nothings wrong." She bent her neck and planted a kiss on his hair. "Absolutely nothing." He seemed so small and vulnerable in her arms, in a way he hadn't when she had her magic. Now she had his magic, otherwise he wouldn't have responded the way he did. And he seemed different. He was the slave, she the master. She could live her own life, do what she wanted. She started to stroke his head. She was independant, cut off from her power, given free will. And she had no idea what to do.

Fertale walked into their room. Setyla cradled stan against her, stroking his hair with an absent look of concentration on her face. stan himself was apparently sleeping against her, using a breast as a pillow.
"Lady? You must eat."
"Yeah, i suppose i must." Fertale approached, and whipped off the cover from the tray she was carrying. setyla took a slice of toast from the plate, and bit into it. she chewed and swallowed the bread. "Why did i do it, fertale? why?"
"Lady?"
"Why did i exchange our magic? I know I was commanded to save him, but…" She turned to her former friend, now her slave, expectantly.
"I couldn't answer, lady." seylas massive shoulders slumped
"Stan, wake up." he opened his eyes "Stan, i want you to talk with fertale, ok? ask her any questions you have about your magic." he nodded, and left the bed. the two genies walked out of the room. setyla took another slice of toast, and bit down with a crunch.

Fertale and stan sat down on the large sofa in the main room of the apartment. he slumped down, and buried his face in his hands.
"How did it happen? How could she do this?"
"Aren't you grateful?"
"Of course. its just… everythings different. When i'm with her its like i'm on auto pilot. and how do you cope with all these senses?" he said. fertale smirked, and put a reassuring arm around his shoulders.
"Don't worry. if youre feeling like this, i'm sure setyla is too. she's going to want to get back to the way it was."
"You sure?"
"Positve." he smiled, and then looked at her face.
"Tell me, do you really like being muscular? I know setyla said she did, but i'm a bit sceptical on that."
"Still worried about that, even when you're not the master?"
"I know it seems silly, but it preys on my mind."
"As it happens, yes. yes we do." she flexed a bicep "It's kind of like our bodies match our power, unlike before." stan recalled the state in which they had left their homes. short, lithe, curvy and small. ideal bodies for slaves. "And feeling strong is really cool. and being bigger than you was, well, kind of hot." his eyebrows lifted "Yeah, you're just so cute." she put her other arm around him. "So cute and tiny. and so sweet. You bother about us, care about us. Not like all the others we've served. You're just perfect." she hoisted him up onto her lap.
"And the breasts?" she smiled
"Well, you are only human. You were only human" she corrected. "They keep us looking womanly And they're so sensitive, and big. and lots of fun for you to play with." she took one of his hands, and slipped it down her top.
"What are you doing?! I'm not the master any more!" he half shouted.
"You may not be my master, but i still respect you. besides." she flexed her pecs, making the mammary tissue pulse sensuously under his hand "You're the only male genie who i've ever got this intimate with. someone i can really cut loose with."
"But, setyla"
"Dont worry about her." she bore him down to the sofa, and started to stroke his crotch. "Its just you and me now." he took his hand out of her top and tried to push her away. "Nuh-uh. you're not strong enough to do that. Now." she ran a finger along his cheek "Make love to me."
"I won't."
"Oh, still fussing over setyla? Well, then it's not going to be any fun." she released him "Go to her, before i change my mind." he scampered away to his mistress. when the door shut, she smiled. "Still so virtuous after having me come on to him. Setyla's a lucky girl. I wonder if she'll save some for me?"
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Ok, hit me with your comments.

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on the whole "amnesia" thing: without a direct order from their master, genies can use comparatively little magic. and in case you forgot, stan had a knife through his chest. (Whew, covered my ass on that count). thanks for all your comments, they're really great to get.

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Ok, part seven

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Fertale was unsure what to do. Master, gone? The clear diamond on her forehead flickered, and her face shifted. He was gone. Gone… She held tighter onto setyla with her massive arms, for her comfort or her own, she didn't know. "Come on." she whispered into setyla's ear. "We've got to find him."

Stans eyes slowly opened, as though their lids were made of lead. He was suspended by bound wrists, and his feet were tied as well. looking down, what seemed to be a living shadow coiled around his feet.
"So" came a harsh voice "Awake, are we?" a tall, well proportioned young woman strode into the harsh stone chamber he had been trussed up in. she was dressed in tight fitting black leather with silvery accents. her skin was so pale as to be almost white, and her long black hair reached down to her butt. her lips were like rubies, every step she made was painfully precise. "No doubt you're wondering why i've captured you." he nodded mutely. he couldn't really do anything else. "Simple." she grabbed his chin between her fingers, and thrust his gaze into her own. "Your power, and your slaves." he gulped
"No" he said, his voice dry with terror. she grinned
"Such spirit. I am Tildber, and i rule much of this world from the shadows. all the big companies, all the major governments, their strings are ultimately pulled by my hand." she raised a hand. in it was a silvery knife. "But it's not enough. i want this world to bow down and kiss my feet, and with the help of your slaves, I can do that. And to get them on my side." she pressed the naked blade to his neck. "I need your power, and to get that" a ruby flow started down the edge of the knife. "I need your blood." her grin widened, revealing canines longer that the normal humans.
"V-v-vampire?"
"Clever boy." she ran a long, black painted nail along his cheek. "I realise the clothing is a bit stereotypical, but people do have expectations. Now, little boy, how shall i enjoy your blood?" she removed her knife from his neck, and licked the edge. her eyes rolled back and she moaned. "Mmm, so filled with life." she twined her fingers around his chin "But where is your magic?"
"It doesn't matter, you're not getting it." stan pulled up his head. standing in the doorway were the massive forms of setyla and fertale. his face relaxed slightly. Tildber turned around.
"Ah, the faithful servants. here to rescue their master. Even with all that muscle, you aren't going to best me in a contest of strength." her hand shot up like a bullet, and plunged the knife into stans chest. he screamed. "When i've beat you two into submission, i'll drink his blood. i'll have to get his power then, and then you two will have to obey my orders." she surged forward, crashing into fertale's chest. genie and vampire fell to the floor, each trying to land blows on the other. Tilldbers nails grew even longer, curved into wicked claws. they slid and skidded helplessly against fertales steely flesh. after a couple of minutes of struggling, tildber was trapped in a choking headlock. setyla came up from the sidelines, and delivered a crushing blow to tildbers abdomen. another landed on the vampires skull. setyla rained a series of devastating, bone cracking punches, her muscles rippling with each hit, while fertale squeezed on the black clad immortals neck, forcing her massive bicep into her throat. both of the genies faces were masks of pure rage. when the vampire slumped over unconcious, seyla turned and ran up to her master. she could tell he was barely alive. she gently grasped his shoulders.
"Master?". he mumbled a response, barely audible. "Master, please."
"save… me."
"How?" even with her nearly godlike magic, he was on the brink of death. she could only just keep him breathing.
"Any…. way………you…. can." he slumped into her body. setyla closed her eyes and held him close
*Dont die on me* she thought *You cant die. please don't die. I cant let you die.* tears started flowing from the corners of her eyes. *Please. What can i do?* her master had issued a command, she had to obey. She sobbed.
and then her tears turned to smoke. a stream of vapour issued from her mouth and wrapped around his face, caressing his cheeks. the smoke from her tears seeped into his eyes. clouds, a pale blue in colour, came from her entire body. it surrounded both of them, grew thicker and deeper blue. fertale had tied up the vampire with her own cape, and looked over to her master. she saw the cloud. it started to boil and churn.
"What is that kid doing?" she attempted to get close, but ten feet away she was forced to the ground by the sheer power. the cloud dissapated. setyla was hugging stan feircely. the shadows binding him vanished, and they fell to the ground. fertale walked up to the collapsed couple. when she saw stans face, she recoiled. "She… she couldn't have. She just couldn't." she bit her lip, and then all three of them vanished in a burst of light.
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Ok, please leave comments and questions. and FFF, he was just a bit flustered.

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