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Nice story ratlaf!

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Great stuff !! Loved the commentary!

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Because you're in the ranks of folks like me who don't have a pay subscription on DA to remove the mature filter  🙂

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Congratulations!!!

and as previously mentioned Thank -You- for the great work you make. I'm going with your vote, the table stands no chance!

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She has a bandage on her cheek? Did someone manage to outspar her?  🙂

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Thanks Lion, and FM. ::hugs:: lol Though FM, this is supposed to be my bounce back. This is 10 long years of supposed recovery from cancer and chemotherapy and it's left me worse than ever.

Sorry! Still relatively new here, but looks like you worked around my misguided post =)

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Here it is, I'm not sure if I'm going to take this any further. Hoping to focus more on a better writing style, I've got a long way to go.

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Part 5

Cindy suddenly found herself getting very sleepy. The rush of emotions and physical transformation seemed to have caught up with her, and her body wanted rest. Apologizing to Tom, still in her tshirt and panties she climbed under the covers, tossed her bra across the room and was out like a light. Tom found himself standing there wondering what had just happened. He looked at her angelic face with her dark hair spread across the pillow. His head still spinning over what had just happened, he turned around and switched off the light as he left her bedroom to go make himself comfortable on her couch.

It was now early Saturday morning and Cindy woke up feeling invigorated. She jumped out of bed and stood in front of her bedroom mirror. Hoping last night was not all a dream, she immediately flexed her right bicep and was overjoyed to see it ball up and bulge through her sleeve. Her legs still looked formidably muscular, but had a soft muscular roundness to them. Smiling to herself, she stood in a classic super hero pose and spread her shoulders wide. With the sound of material snapping and threads breaking she saw her breasts pushing up against the shirt while her widening lats caused a tear to start forming down the middle of her shirt. "Doh, can't I even stretch a little now without muscles appearing everywhere…" she moaned seeing her favorite tshirt now torn. She then realized she still wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were so firm they had made short work of her shirt. "I like it!" Cindy exclaimed to herself, "this will save money on bra's if only I stop destroying shirts".

Before she could get any further she heard Tom waking up, so she changed and walked out into the living room, gave him a kiss on the cheek. Tom was sore from having slept on the little couch and was definitely a little grumpy, but then he never was a morning person. Seeing Cindy's sleep tousled hair and her mesmerizing smile hovering over him put all the irritability right out of him. "Wake up sleepy pants! I'm going to go make breakfast, so cmon!", with that Cindy walked over to the kitchen. Tom joined her a few minutes later seeing her wearing a pair of comfy flannel pj's (to his disappointment) with a big tshirt (again to his disappointment). He did not fail to notice how well she filled it out though. "You're in a good mood" he grumbled to her, playing on his habitual morning irritability, "if I'd known this, I'd have made you get muscles years ago". Cindy stuck her tongue out at him, and went back to cutting a grapefruit when Tom skipped over and tickled her side quickly. Cindy being extremely ticklish shrieked and laughed. The knife in her hand went right over her left forearm. They both froze, there was a slight red mark where the knife had passed, but aside from that she was fine. "I'm so sorry, you could have got really hurt!" Tom paniced. Cindy looked at the knife still in her right hand and saw the blade slightly bent.

"Um, I don't think so…" Cindy slow said. She took the same knife and pressed it carefully against her forearm. She then started applying more pressure, the knife pushed in  a little and then wouldn't go any further. She pushed harder now and the blade snapped off and fell to the ground leaving just the handle in her right hand. "Cindy… whats going on here?", Tom said warily. He found himself starting to feel frightened. It was one thing when Cindy was muscular, but now she was superhuman. His fight or flight instincts seemed to kick in, and he wanted to run. He knew this was the same girl, but he just felt fear, and he was failing at fighting it off, even though he knew deep down inside it made no sense. He started slowly stepping backwards. As soon as Cindy turned around and looked at him, his feet ran off with him. He grabbed her car keys, burst through the door of her apartment and ran for the parking lot. "Tom!" was all he heard from a frightened voice before he was all the way to her car panting and fumbling to get the car started. He saw her standing outside her apartment with her breath misting in the air, her hair still sleep tousled as he raced by her.

He never got far. The car slid out in the snow and landed gently in a snowy ditch. Cindy hesitantly started walking towards where she last saw her car vanish when she saw Tom climb out of it and sit down by the side of the road. She walked over the rest of the way, and he simply looked up at her and said "Sorry about the car there… I freaked out, I don't know, a guy doesn't see stuff like that everyday". Cindy looked at her car, it was undamaged, she looked at Tom, he was now starting to look sheepish. He stood up, gave his mopish grin, "So, hi! What brings you out here? Aren't you cold ma'am? You're standing in pj's and there's snow out". Cindy played along, they were both still struggling to get used to what was happening and humor was helping. "Well sir, this gentleman had an accident with my car here in the ditch, he seems to be fine, but now I came to get my car."

"But ma'am, its going to cost a lot of money to get a tow truck, I'm a gentleman, so allow me to make a call and take care of this. A lady in distress it my calling!" Tom reached into his pocket for his phone. She gently held his hand, "Sir, this lady does not need you worry about that, she's a modern girl and will take care of it herself, or try!" and she climbed down into the ditch. She felt her heart starting to race, she was getting that sensation she was started to find so intoxicating, the anticipation of using her muscles, of feeling them grow and strain. She didn't even know if she could, but she wanted to try. The front of the car was facing into the, she put her hands under the car and strained. The car was at an angle and most of the weight of the car and the engine itself made her struggle to budge it. She felt her quads starting to burn as her muscles strained, her back tensed hard and her biceps were bulging with effort. "Hmmmpppphhhhhh….." she strained harder, loving the sensation of the car's weight fighting her, she gave in to the intoxication, she felt the surge through her, immediately followed by her muscles starting to grow.

Her biceps expanded, growing increasingly harder with the split head of her muscle etching into definition. Her back widened as it made room for the increasing amount of muscle forming on her upper body, her traps started rising up from her shoulders, her former lose flannel pj's snapped tight as her legs filled them out, and with little delay tore right open as her huge quads continued to grow. They were far different from the muscles she saw this morning, gone was the soft muscular curves, now replaced with hard muscles with thick veins rising to the surface. The car started rising, Cindy was overjoyed and with no pause pushed the car higher up and move her hands under it. "Here goes…" she gritted her teeth and tilted the car forward so the back of it would come off the ground. "uhhhnnnnmmmm" she strained as the whole weight of the car came over her as she felt her whole body quivering with strain, she stood with her knees bent and holding the car over her head. Her shirt burst as her winglike lats spread and she forced her arms straight, turned around and took her first step out of the ditch while holding the car overhead!

Her calves burned hot as she shifted her weight to her right foot to climb up, she relished the sensation and pressed harder. Slowly she cleared the ditch and as gently as she could put the car down. Despite the cold, she was drenched in sweat, her tshirt hung in tatters and her legs still bulging through her torn pj's. "Fuck I feel so strong!" she exclaimed and did a double bicep flex seeing them tower easily past her shoulders, they were massive with a huge vein proudly resting on each muscle. "Fuck, you're so hot" Tom said. Cindy locked eyes with him, they both stepped up to each other and fell into a deep kiss.

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http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/gorgon/index.htm

There you go.

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Happy birthday Jimmy!

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I'm sorry to hear that, and sincerely hope you recover. Just don't give up on yourself! People bounce back from the worst of things, so keep up the effort.

Its good to see you post, that in itself is helpful to just talk about it. Don't be a stranger!

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