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Very cool. 8) Your build-ups are always worth it because it gives the characters depth when they start mysteriously sprouting muscles. 😉

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So, every four days, he says. :-[ This is the sixth part, right here. I hope you like it!

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The White Knight Cometh – Part 6

If Devon heard Amber's yelling, he chose to ignore it. The young woman was soaping her body up in the shower, trying not to cry at her distinctly unfeminine new form. Everywhere she touched, she found unpleasant muscle ruining her formerly voluptuous and womanly curves. Amber finished her shower in a violently unhappy mood, wrapped a towel around herself and stormed into her bedroom.

A long time ago her mother had taught her to always look for the plus points in any situation and concentrate on them as a way to turn anger around. As Amber towelled herself down, she began to think about what they were. One of the points was immediately obvious.

"I'll never need a bra again," she thought, carefully drying her FF cup bust. "Which is just as well," she muttered.

"I have a killer arse now," she continued, warming to the theme. "And maybe this strength will be handy in the bedroom." Her eyes glittered at the thought of being able to match Devon thrust for thrust.

Having cheered herself up, Amber slipped on some panties and opened her wardrobe with a flourish, hoping to find something good that would still fit. She selected a pair of cut-off denim shorts, which showed off most of her powerful legs, and a white sleeveless shirt. Amber decided to leave two buttons at the top and bottom of the shirt undone, mostly to relieve the pressure at chest level. This meant a good two and a half inches of cleavage was on show – some of which was from her pectoral muscles – as well as most of her rippling stomach. Identically bulging arm muscles were also clearly on display.

Amber loaded up a small black bag with wallet, keys and phone. She slipped her sexiest heels on and, saying goodbye to Devon, set out to the club where she was meeting Jenni and Caitlin.

The three girls had met when they had been paired with the same personal tutor at university, along with a very quiet and greasy-haired boy called Trevor. The girls had bonded almost instantly. Though they barely shared any classes this semester, they still got together for a night out at least once a fortnight and, of course, saw each other through tutorials. As she got closer to town, Amber was saddened that she might have to stop going out with them as part of her promise to Sunita: the three always had a great time.

As she headed into the town centre, Amber buttoned up her shirt. The warm day had deceivingly turned into a cold night – as evidenced by the young woman's erect nipples trying to pierce holes through her tight-fitting shirt. Amber shivered slightly as she turned down an alley that was a shortcut to the Calypso Club, where Caitlin and Jenni were waiting. Although the alley was deserted, Amber had the distinct feeling that she was being watched.

Each footstep brought more fear into the young woman's heart. She wrapped her arms around her torso, fighting to keep the heat in her body, as a chill wind whistled through the alley. She stepped up the pace. Once or twice a dog barked, scaring Amber into spinning on the spot with a little gasp. Despite her fears, she reached the end of the alley unscathed and emerged onto a surprisingly empty but thankfully well-lit street.

Instantly there was a loud crash as a window barely thirty feet away smashed into pieces. Shocked, Amber slipped back into the alley and peered around the wall to observe the scene. A couple of men, dressed in black trousers, jumpers and balaclavas, were behind the noise: they had put a brick through the window and were smashing the rest of the glass out in order to get safely through the gap they'd created. Amber watched them, breathing heavily but quietly. The shattered window belonged to a sports clothing store. The men were pushing mannequins dressed in the latest Arsenal, Chelsea and Manchester United football kits aside and making their way into the main part of the store.

Amber was about to phone the police on her mobile when the most reckless thought to ever enter her head popped up.

"I could stop them myself," she whispered. The student looked down at her forearms, clenching her hands into fists and watching the veins in her arms writhe and pulse. "Or at least, keep them busy until the police can show up."

Diligently Amber rang the emergency number, stating the nature of her complaint calmly, carefully and concisely. Then she flipped her phone closed, took a deep breath, and walked purposefully towards the shop. She picked her way through the tiny shards of glass and entered the store. Her pulse quickened as she heard the men making sounds on the second floor.

Silently Amber slipped her shoes into her bag, hoping this would give her eyes time to adjust to the blackness. Her heart was beating rapidly and she was cursing the insane decision to enter the shop. She took several deep breaths.

"Can't quit now," she thought, and began to pad as quietly as possible up the stairs. The young woman could make out crashes and whispering from above, and there were random flashes of light which she guessed, correctly, were made by torches.

Magically none of the stairs creaked as Amber climbed them. She got her head just high enough to be able to see where the men were: they were right over the other side of the darkened room, trying to break into the manager's office. Acting entirely on instinct, Amber took the last few stairs two at a time and hid herself behind a pillar. Her night eyes were on strong, aided by the torches. As she peered round, Amber could see the black-clad men trying to crowbar the lock open. She hid behind the pillar again.

Later Amber wondered how the youths had not heard her heart beating and found her, as it was racing nineteen to the dozen when she made her move. The student dodged from pillar to pillar, hiding behind racks of jogging bottoms and swimsuits, pausing as often as possible to make sure she had not been seen. As she approached, the men broke the lock open and got into the office. Amber tiptoed across the shop floor and she, too, entered the office. But the men were waiting for her.

The shorter of the two let fly with a right hook that squarely hit Amber's left breast. The student stepped back a pace from the impact and her boob began to sting.

"Do you mind?" she said, right before swinging with her own right fist. Amber Knight, who had never gotten into a fight in her life, never learned any martial art, had no technique and certainly no style, connected with the man's jaw, spinning him round once and knocking him out cold.

Quickly Amber looked around for the second man, but he found her first. The crowbar slammed into the right side of her torso as the man attacked from behind the door. Amber fell to the ground with the blow. Recovering, she was able to roll out of the way as the thief brought the crowbar down.

"That would have hit my head," some rational part of her brain informed her. "Can't think about that now!" a more practical part insisted.

She stood up quickly, dodging the man's wild lunge. Filled with adrenaline, Amber aimed a kick at the man's crowbar hand. It connected, sending the weapon into the air and onto what Amber guessed was a desk, from the sound it made.

"That evens things up a little," she said, smiling at the man. Then she simply ran at him, rugby tackling him to the ground.

He was caught unawares by the force Amber put into the move and crashed to the floor. Quickly the student straddled the man. In a business-like fashion, as if she did it all the time, Amber flipped him onto his front and secured his arms behind his back.

"Now all we have to do," she said briskly, "is wait for the police to get here." The man groaned.

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Twenty minutes later, Amber was giving her statement to a kindly-looking officer, who was short and slightly fat with a big bushy moustache, slipping her heels back on as she did so. She was told it was quite likely that she would be needed as a witness in court. She nodded carefully. Thanking the man, Amber stumbled off to the club that Jenni and Caitlin had said they would be in: the Calypso.

Amber had just about got her breath back but her mind was racing and her body was filled with wild, unstoppable energy. Her eyes were on fire when she got into the club. Caitlin and Jenni were sitting at a table near the bar, choosing which of the guys to go for. Caitlin, a tall and slender blue-eyed blonde, was wearing a clingy black dress. She waved madly at Amber when she spotted her. Not even this caught Jenni's attention: she was clearly eyeing up some of the dancefloor talent. Jenni was closer to Amber's height. She too was a brunette but, like Caitlin, she was slim. She wore a grey sleeveless T-shirt, complete with a couple of necklaces to draw attention to her stunning cleavage, and a black miniskirt.

Amber walked over to her friends, air-kissed them both and explained why she was late. Seconds later – before the others could notice her new muscular physique or ask more questions about her heroics – she gave in to the urge.

"I've just got to work off this energy!" she said, and headed onto the dancefloor, beckoning for her friends to join in. That was at half past nine.

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The club shut at two in the morning and Amber left at the same time, having to shoo about ten guys away. Jenni and Caitlin had long since gone home, saying they had lectures in the morning. Amber just nodded and carried on dancing. She, too, had an early lecture, but the way she felt just wouldn't allow her to leave. The student had danced non-stop since she had hit the floor, collecting quite a crowd, yet still her energy had not run out. There was only one thing on Amber's mind as she flagged a taxi down. She texted Devon to warn him of her imminent arrival and deep desire.

Amber Knight shut the front door to her flat at 2:17am. Devon, on hearing the door close, came into the hall and saw his girlfriend. He barely had time to register that her shirt was drenched in sweat before she pounced, pinning him against the wall and driving her tongue into his mouth. After ten seconds Amber released him and took a step back.

"Whu-" Devon said, but was halted by Amber placing a finger on his lips. Before he could stop her, Amber ripped the simple T-shirt that he was wearing clean off his body, tearing it right down the middle and tossing it aside.

His eyes widened in powerful lust. Amber took his hand and lead her lover into the lounge. She slammed the door shut and whipped off her shorts and panties. Amber Knight strode powerfully up to Devon and tore his boxer shorts off, freeing his burgeoning erection. Her eyes lingered on his hard-on as she licked her full lips in anticipation.

"Lie down."

Devon did as he was told. Amber straddled the muscular youth, clamping him with her thick thighs, and began thrusting. Torrents of lust washed over her, urging her to build the pace up to boiling point for both of them. Moments later she orgasmed powerfully.

"Hold – it in."

Somehow Devon managed to obey. When Amber began thrusting again, Devon started to time small upward thrusts to coincide with her downward ones. She began to growl, a growl which became a lusty roar. Amber ripped her shirt off and threw it behind her, buttons pinging all over the floor. The roar and the sight of Amber's fitness competitor standard torso – coupled with her new huge, firm breasts – was enough to push Devon over the edge.

"I'm coming!"

Amber came too. The intertwined lovers shared a moment of explosive bliss before collapsing on each other, spent.

— To Be Continued —

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Brilliant. ;D

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Sir, you do good work. ;D

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Mlam.

Glah.

*thud*

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That's really very hot. 😮 It must have taken ages – thanks for all your hard work!

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Hey, she's great! Thanks for posting. 😉

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I wonder how Bowser Jr.'s gonna react to "Mama Peach's" new look 🙂

He won't! I'm trying to keep with the spirit of the game and Bowser Jr. doesn't appear in it. 🙁

Having said that, if Peach had truly gotten to Bowser's Villa, she would already have rescued Luigi. 😳 This is what comes of fine-tuning your story close to midnight! 😛

Anyway, here's the second and final part. Thanks for all your kind words and I hope you enjoy it!

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DISCLAIMER: These characters are the property of Nintendo. This fan fiction uses the scenario of the Nintendo DS game "Super Princess Peach". I did not create the characters nor the scenario that inspired my take. Thank you for reading.

Superhuman Princess Peach – Part 2

"L – Liar," the Princess managed to gasp, turning her head carefully to fix Toadsworth with an icy stare. The old retainer blushed and his face fell to the floor.

Princess Peach was in agony. She scarcely felt tougher at all; in fact, she felt worse! In small quantities the supercharged drink had made her feel a little stronger. Taken like this, it just made all her muscles ache like they'd never ached before. Chancing a glance at her body, the Princess discovered why. She seemed to be expanding!

The young royal's gloves were tearing in several places with sensual ripping noises as her forearms swelled up. A single long, strong vein popped to the surface across both. Staring back along her arms, the Princess discovered that this unsightly growing wasn't confined to her forearms: her upper arms were bigger too! A sudden jolt of pain made Peach clench her fists, whereupon she was greeted by biceps the size of lemons which pushed the sleeves of her dress up on to her shoulders.

No part of her body escaped. The muscles lining the blonde's neck thickened, tearing her dress open down the front to the blue jewel that adorned the garment. The underwiring began to creak as her meagre breasts started to grow, backed by her slowly-expanding pecs. Her white panties began to be sucked in by the gorgeous growth of her glutes. The Princess' pin-thin legs began to take on more and more power.

As the transformation progressed, Princess Peach felt more and more able to relax. She reasoned that her body was getting accustomed to it. The surrounding Toads were dumbfounded; many of them had fled the laboratory altogether. Eyeing the tears in her clothes with a mixture of awe and horror, Toadsworth sidled up to the Princess and whispered in her ear.

"Shall I stop the machine, Princess?" he asked. Although part of Peach's brain hollered to have the machine disengaged, she shook her head slowly; Toadsworth duly retreated.

The caffeine onslaught continued. Roughly a fifth of the strange liquid had been transferred into the Princess and the changes continued apace. Her dainty white gloves tore from her hands and fluttered down to the sides of the machine, revealing a pair of forearms that would have looked good on a reasonably strong man. Power flooded Peach's upper arms, giving her noticeable biceps, even when she relaxed. The royal's shoulders had started to take on definitive might: her expanding delts stretched her already-distorted sleeves, just as her traps started to push her torn and tearing dress up around her neck.

The Princess winced as her shoes began to pinch. She tried to kick them off but her expanding feet were so tightly wedged in that it proved impossible. The only way out was through so Peach sat back and tried to ignore the pain. The stitching of her simple pumps tore slowly and they began to fall apart, the soles falling to the floor uselessly. Smiling with relief, the Princess shook her feet and the rest of the shoes slipped to the ground.

Something much more urgent was happening around chest level, though, as the Princess began to feel really constricted. Her pectoral muscles were starting to look like those of a heavily worked-out man and her breasts had grown to DD cups. Try as it might, the expansion could not break the blue stone attached to Peach's dress. She gasped in pain and started to hyperventilate, which made things worse. The Princess' breasts moved to the only place they could, bulging up over the torn garment, trying to tear it open so that they could be free. Huge masses of ever-growing creamy bosom pushed up and out. A couple of seconds later the Princess' dress tore right down the middle to her navel, bringing her hardening abdomen into plain view and shattering the blue stone into dust.

As soon as her breasts bounced free, a pair of tiny red fairies appeared. They both held identical placards emblazoned with a red exclamation mark on a yellow background, which they used to cover the Princess' nipples, moving and shifting as she did to keep her modesty. Peach frowned briefly at them as she removed the tattered top half of her dress, leaving as her only clothing a makeshift skirt.

With the entire top half of her body free of constriction, the Princess' musculature expanded more quickly. Her triceps took on a powerful horseshoe shape below her bulging well-rounded delts. Almost on instinct, Peach did a double bicep flex and looked from muscle to muscle: their peaks measured eighteen inches. Looking down, Peach saw that her breasts were still ballooning and she had a good inch and a half of muscle cleavage from her new pecs. Unable to look between or beneath her bloated bosom, the young royal had to resort to running her hands over her abdomen. Her normally flat and shapeless stomach had been replaced by a set of strongly rippling abs. The Princess felt each groove and striation with surprise.

By now only Toadsworth was left to watch the spectacle. He knew nothing about the fairies, though he swore that their placards were growing so that they could keep covering the Princess' shame. He looked fearfully up at the giant tumbler: just over half of the liquid still remained.

"My goodness," he thought, "what have I done? How much bigger will she get?"

Princess Peach looked down at her awesome body and smiled.

"I now have the power I need to defeat Bowser with half of the coffee still left!" she said to herself. It was then that disaster struck. The needle at the end of the tube pumping the hot caffeine into the Princess' body broke clean off. Coffee sprayed across the floor as it fell.

"NO!" she cried, her voice now deep and commanding. She stood quickly, the fairies following her every movement, and made a grab for the tube, which was slithering around on the floor, spraying liquid everywhere. She got it first time and shoved it into her mouth.

Toadsworth had backed all the way to the opposite end of the room when the tube had first fallen out. All he could think of was that His Majesty's skin had gotten so tough that the metal needle could no longer take the strain and had snapped. The old retainer edged closer to get a better look at the scene. The Princess was holding the tube in her mouth like a straw and swallowing the Tough Coffee in big gulps.

As he approached, Toadsworth realised she had gotten much taller: at a height of five foot two she had been comfortably taller than her subjects, but now he estimated her height at closer to six foot three. Toadsworth also noticed that she was inexplicably getting tanned, and that her hair was growing too. Now her calves were visible, Toadsworth noted that they too were getting huge and riddled with veins. Her sea blue eyes were sparkling as she addressed him carefully out of the corner of her mouth.

"Do not stop the machine, Toadsworth," she ordered in between gulps. "This is the key to defeating Bowser, maybe even ridding the world of him for good." The terrified Toad nodded obediently. The Princess nodded decisively.

Princess Peach was starting to look like a male bodybuilder, covered in muscles seemingly too big for her frame. Each fresh gulp brought more power into her system, expanding and swelling her body to ever more incredibly powerful proportions. The growth began to take its inevitable toll on her new skirt as her waist and hips expanded to accommodate more unbelievable mass. More tearing rent the air as the skirt fought its losing battle on three fronts: Peach's glutes, quads and abs were conspiring to bring it down.

Seconds later, the twin massive slabs of beef that were the Princess' new legs were revealed to the world as the tired remnants of her dress ceded under the strain and fluttered to the ground. At their thickest they were as wide as tree trunks, huge layer upon huge layer of power, still growing as the two looked on. The Princess' white panties now looked like a thong on her new body.

Peach turned to check how much coffee was left: the tumbler was one quarter full. New waves of the magic liquid were still flooding into her body, propelling her to new standards of height, might and beauty. She grew in perfect proportion in all three dimensions: taller, wider and thicker. Gradually the Princess drained the tumbler of Tough Coffee. A wave of sadness hit her as she sucked in the dregs of the now cold drink, knowing that there was not much more power she could gain. All too soon the tumbler was empty. Unhappily but not angrily, the royal removed the tube from her mouth and flung it to the ground.

Powered-up Princess Peach then padded into the middle of the laboratory, causing cracks in the flooring as she did so.

"Fetch me a full-length mirror," she ordered. "And a large Mushroom Kingdom flag. Get my seamstresses started on making sets of panties to fit the new me." Toadsworth nodded and scurried away, glad to be out of the monster's sight.

The superwoman smiled purposefully. She instinctively pulled pose after ripplingly powerful pose to check out the limits of her new body. She was a shade over seven foot tall. Her biceps had grown to thirty-six inches of incredible shepower. Her forearms looked like two large lead pipes tied together, ending in hands twice the size of the originals. Twin traps had grown to just below her ears, whilst her shoulders ended in smooth delts the size of soccer balls. When the royal flexed her pecs, they shot to twice the size of engineering textbooks, propelling her distended volleyball-sized boobs three inches further forward.

When she tensed her stomach, each of her eight cobblestone-sized abs danced in time. Squeezing her glutes together resulted in the two wide bowling-ball-shaped cheeks swallowing her panties. When the Princess released, the underwear split and fell away from her body. A third fairy appeared, holding a long thin placard and floating continuously beneath the Princess' grape-shaped navel, which was distorted by the muscle surrounding it.

Flexing her legs resulted in the large muscles engorging further, emphasising each individual layer of feminine strength. Peach's quads were as thick as the columns of her castle, whilst the calves beneath were the size of overripe watermelons. The new picture was completed by feet so big she could have completely crushed a computer keyboard in one stomp.

The young princess smiled beautifully.

"Bowser won't know what hit him."

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For the third time that month, Princess Peach landed on Vibe Island, clutching a reinforced Perry. Instead of the traditional garb, she wore the Mushroom Kingdom flag tied around her bosom like a bikini top and a pair of the specially-made PowerPrincess briefs, which were coloured pink and had the words "KOOPA SCOOPER" written on them in white. The covering fairies had long since disappeared. The Princess took long, determined strides from her landing point – Wavy Beach – in the direction of Bowser's Villa, which dominated the island.

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Once inside the forbidding castle, Princess Peach simply swatted her foes aside, scattering Koopas and Goombas alike in her wake, jumped over lava pits with consummate ease, and generally smashed all the traps that had gotten in her way before. Eventually she marched right into Bowser's throne room, having barely broken a sweat. A single black-clad Hammer Brother stood guard. His knees were knocking together and he was chewing his fingernails, as well as literally sweating buckets, four of which were perfectly positioned to catch the torrents. Bowser, the King of the Koopas himself, was sitting on his throne and had been looking very pleased with himself until the Princess had made her entrance by smashing the wooden doors into splinters, followed by the doorway.

His eyes widened to the size of saucers but he quickly remembered the Vibe Scepter. Holding it tightly in his hand, Bowser whispered instructions to his henchman, then aimed the mysterious weapon at him. A bright flash of light stopped the Princess in her tracks a few feet away. She raised her right hand to shield her eyes. The Hammer Brother's face was turning red and he was screaming. Abruptly the scream changed from one of pain into one of anger. Bowser stopped the spell and jumped out of the way as the Hammer Brother charged.

The spots had gone from in front of Princess Peach's eyes by the time the Hammer Brother hit her. Despite being full of pure rage he simply bounced off the powerful princess, skidding along the floor on his bottom. Nevertheless, he charged the royal again. This time Peach was ready. She timed her grab carefully, plucking the enemy off the ground by the scruff of his neck. She wound back her giant left fist and punched the hapless creature through the castle roof and out into the sky, where he continued to rise until he was out of sight.

Dusting her hands down, Peach turned to find her nemesis. The giant lizard was cowering behind his throne, which she cast aside. It clattered loudly down the steps.

"Surrender, Bowser," the Princess demanded. "Return Mario and Luigi and I may choose to spare your life." The King laughed at her, jumped back against the wall and aimed the Vibe Scepter at himself. He began to grow. Peach ran towards him but the reptile had grown to twelve feet tall in barely a second and was still expanding. He aimed a kick at the oncoming royal. The Princess jumped out of the way just in time but felt the rush of air as the gigantic foot swept past her. She landed a solid right on what turned out to be his kneecap. The leviathan merely laughed.

Peach then noticed huge cracks running under Bowser's massive feet. She backed carefully away. King Koopa laughed.

"Where are you going, little woman?" he said, his voice greatly amplified by his new size. Its echoes only hastened the inevitable: the castle began to crumble under the battling pair. Peach instinctively found the safest spot and turned to watch the floor give out under the enormous Bowser. He grabbed wildly at thin air, throwing the Vibe Scepter into the sky as he did so. The Princess saw her chance and caught it, making sure to avoid the thudding chunks of stone that were falling all around.

Thirty seconds later it was all over: anything that was going to fall had done so and the dust had settled. Princess Peach peered carefully over the edge of the hole that Bowser had made. His thirty foot tall body lay still amongst and under the rubble of his villa. Peach prudently cast a spell with the Vibe Scepter and watched as the King of the Koopas reverted to his original size. As he shrank, debris that would have felt pebble-sized to him became boulder-sized, and more and more of his body was obscured. By the time he was normal-sized, Bowser's body had been completely buried.

Nodding satisfiedly to herself, PowerPeach went to find her friends.

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Back in the safety of the Mushroom Kingdom castle, the newly-liberated Mario and Luigi were still getting used to the new Princess Peach. They were sitting at a round table outside in the sunshine with Toadsworth, under the shade of Perry the umbrella, sipping freshly-made lemonade that the Princess had crushed by hand. She was just finishing off her story.

"… and then I found you guys in the dungeon!" she said, smiling happily, rosy blushes appearing on her taut cheeks. There was a long pause.

"So," Mario ventured, putting his drink down on the table, "do you think-a you'll keep-a this body?" The Princess nodded vigourously.

"Of course! This way I'll be sure to beat you at tennis, and golf, and soccer, and basketball, and maybe even Tetris!"

They all laughed.

— THE END —

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Very, very sweet. 👿

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That's kinda special. 😎

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