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That's a great introduction – I can't wait to read more! 😎

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Wow, that's a fantastic piece of art! Congratulations! 😎

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In many ways, the build-up is my favourite part of an FMG story: waiting to see what's going to happen can sometimes be better than what actually happens.

I like that you're building the suspense here. Good luck with it! 😀

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Mmmm, that's a great picture! Thanks for posting! 😀

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And here's the last episode in the "B" storyline. It's weird – I've got to the stage where I prefer this one, but it would never have happened if it weren't for rodman's suggestion a while back. 😳 Anyway, thanks to everyone who's read and enjoyed the stories, and especially those who contributed ideas!

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Dr. Florida Crane stood on the flickering teleportation panel, still wearing the hover boots and carrying the rifle. Her face was a mixture of delight and relief. The Goddess smiled politely, the controls in her hands. "I did it!" Florida shouted excitedly. "Yes, Florida," the Goddess said simply. "The Florida of that universe was rescued shortly afterwards and has returned safely to her tribe." She paused. "Much like you should."

The joy slipped from the gentle giant's face. "I – " she started. "Yes, my child?" the Goddess said, kindly. "I was hoping that I would be able to stay here with you. Be your… foot solider, I suppose," Florida replied. The Goddess smiled sadly. "That is entirely out of the question. It would cause untold damage to your dimension to permanently remove you from your timeline. Besides which… I do not want you here."

The last line was like a stinging slap in the face. The Goddess left the chamber to head for the bridge. Florida was left standing, slack-jawed. "Why?" she managed to shout. The Goddess' voice came back as a comparative whisper. "Follow me," it ordered. The bulging behemoth removed the boots and dropped the rifle before chasing after the deity.

When Florida had caught up to the smaller woman, she began. "I am not unkind, Florida," the Goddess stated. "I will share my reasoning with you." Here she paused. Uncertain of what to do next, the magnificent musclewoman merely said, "Go on." "When we first met, I offered to take you to my ship. Here, indeed, you are. Now, is it not true that, when considering the offer, you had the following thought: 'I could probably fight my way out of any trouble she could cook up'?"

Stunned, Florida realised that she had. "Yes, I believe I did," she admitted. The Goddess halted before turning to face her colossal counterpart. "There is no 'I believe' about it," she hissed, "I know you had those thoughts. You showed me grave disrespect. Furthermore, as I will soon show you, you underestimated my power." Florida bowed her head. "I most humbly apologise to you for that slight," she said.

"Good," the Goddess replied. She resumed her journey to the bridge with Florida following two paces behind. "Mere moments ago, we were discussing rescuing the Dr. Florida Crane of this dimension. I explained, in all the detail needed, how to operate the pulse rifle and hover boots I furnished you. You were not paying me attention, and then lied about it. You were, in fact, ill. And you did not mention this. Add that to the fact that you questioned my judgment when you faced Nefla." The next line was delivered at a whisper that the stunning superwoman only just caught. "How can we work together if you do not trust me?"

The ravishing royal forced her mind to order. "I trust you implicitly, Goddess," she said. "Your actions suggest otherwise, Dr. Crane," the divinity replied. "For the past thirteen seconds, your main thought has been, 'How can she read my thoughts?'" Florida nodded; she realised it was futile to do anything else. The pair passed into the bridge, where the Goddess moved gracefully to the controls. "Prepare for dimension jump," she announced, after tapping on the control panel faster than Florida could see.

For the second time the awesome archaeologist experienced the unique sensation of swapping one dimension for another: it was over in the merest fraction of a second, but again her stomach was knocked off-kilter. "How are you feeling?" the Goddess asked politely. Florida answered quickly and accurately: "Nauseous." The Goddess smiled and nodded. "Was that so difficult? The first time I hopped dimensions I fell unconscious. I didn't, of course, have your superbody. That is the key."

Florida lifted both her inhumanly thick, meaty arms into a double biceps flex. Two impossibly huge vein-covered muscles exploded from her upper arms, just large enough to touch the ceiling. "This superbody, you mean?" The Goddess rolled her eyes. "Stop showing off, Florida," she cautioned. The delectable doctor lowered her arms like a child who had been told off for doing its favourite trick.

"I cannot read your mind per se," the Goddess said. "What I can do is read your body language so proficiently that I appear to be able to do so. You were an especially easy case, as you are, to all intents and purposes, me. For instance, I can tell that you do believe me and are astonished." It was true. "That means that no-one can lie to you," Florida said, thinking out loud. The Goddess nodded, her lush lips forming a smile. "Now you are beginning to understand," she said. "My mental capacity has endowed me with any number of incredible gifts. Now let me share with you the levels of my strength. I challenge you to an arm-wrestling contest."

Florida was stunned. She considered the Goddess – carefully, knowing that her thoughts could be detected. Her divine double was six foot tall and clad in a white sleeveless dress. She was not obviously strong. "I accept," the wondrous woman said warily. The Goddess nodded happily. "As I knew you would: your curiosity got the better of you. Follow me."

Moments later the two women were seated at a specially built table. It was made up of materials Florida had never seen before, which were arranged on the top in concentric circles, like a target. Sensing her counterpart's thoughts, the Goddess explained. "The surface of the table is set with the most precious materials from the dimensions I have visited. My one indulgence." The Goddess smiled apologetically. So that the pair could sit facing each other, her chair had had to be raised in comparison to Florida's.

The Goddess laid her right elbow on the table in the traditional arm-wrestling pose, hand outstretched. "Ready?" Florida was apprehensive but nonetheless clasped the Goddess' hand. "Yes." "Computer!" the Goddess ordered. "Count us in." A monotone voice came over the ship's intercom. "Three. Two. One. Go." The next thing she knew, Florida found her monolithic, musclebound arm lying on the table under the Goddess' palm. She gasped.

"Try to move it," the Goddess ordered. The beaten babe struggled but it was futile. The Goddess had strength far beyond the normal human understanding, she decided. "Quite true," the deity said, a curious smile on her lips. "I discovered a way to make my muscles respond to any challenge that they could be set without ever appearing to grow. It was extremely useful when I came to build the ship."

"You are infinitely powerful?" Florida gaped, now truly in awe of this genius incarnation of herself. "Yes," the Goddess admitted. "But I would be useless in a fight. A punch is not, directly, a challenge to my muscles, so I would deliver a blow with the natural strength you see. I have to set myself against something, like a weight, or your impressive arm. Something that will give." Florida nodded thoughtfully. "I am deeply sorry that I showed you disrespect, O Goddess," she said quietly. "I truly wish to stay here as your disciple, your acolyte, your servant, however you wish to use me."

The Goddess was shaking her head. "Dr. Florida Crane will never be the servant of anyone, not even me. Each of my – our – incarnations must have the chance to develop naturally, in their own environment. I cannot take the chance that, if I pluck you from your dimension, I will cease to exist because, at some stage in the future, you will become me." The path then became clear to Florida.

"So I have to prove to you that there is no chance that I will ever become you in order to stay here," she said. The Goddess shook her head. "The damage to your timeline alone will – " Florida interrupted her. "With the greatest respect, Goddess, you can repair it. You could make Nefla Queen of the Amazons, as she wanted. It would be one less dimension to keep track of." She voiced her next thought aloud, before the Goddess could interrupt. "How did you know to search for Dr. Florida Cranes throughout existence? You said you'd erased your memories of everything up until you started work on the ship." The answer astonished her.

"Wiping a memory is not as precise a process as you might think. For example, after I erased mine, I still knew how to walk, talk – several languages, as it happens – recognise objects, and so on. Your memories of yourself are stored in a different way, in a different place. Something as instinctive as my quest was stored in the same place that protected my language skills." Whilst Florida listened to the Goddess, she tried to think of a way to convince the deity that she should stay. "If I can find a difference between us," she said to herself, "a moment where she made the opposite choice to me, or perhaps something else, I can convince her that I will never be her and she will let me stay!"

"A capital idea," the Goddess agreed. The tremendous titaness was momentarily startled. "That is exactly what I would think, in your position," the Goddess continued. "Of course," Florida retorted. "You are me, after all." The Goddess smiled and nodded. "It may be so," she whispered.

"Your identity is instinctive," Florida said, again giving voice to her thoughts as they came. "Who were your parents?" "Jemima Trent and Jonathan Crane," the Goddess replied. "As were mine," the pensive powerhouse nodded. "Of course." She paused, wondering even if the crucial, single event was still part of the Goddess' oddly fractured memory. "What is your full name?" "Dr. Florida Stephanie Crane," the divinity stated. "Me too," Florida sighed. "Where did you go to school?" The Goddess shook her head. "That information is long gone," she admitted. Florida racked her brains. Then it hit her like a runaway train.

"I've got it!" she exclaimed. "You said initially that I thought of the fourth planet from the Earth's Sun as being called Mars. What do you call it?" The Goddess had read the thought before Florida expressed it, so she was already nodding in agreement. "In my dimension, it is called Titan. Congratulations, Florida, you will never become me. That means you can safely stay."

Dr. Florida Crane – the bigger one – lit up her beauteous face with a smile so dazzling men would have killed just to photograph it. "I won't let you down, O Goddess," she said. "I should hope not!" the Goddess replied. "After all, if you want a job doing, you should do it yourself." They smiled at each other.

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Those are all fantastic drawings! 😮

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Wow, that's incredible! It's almost worth me biting the bullet and getting an eBay account…

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This is the last of the "A" storyline! Thanks to gblock01 for one of the ideas that surfaces in this chapter, and many thanks to those who've read and supported this story. I love you all!

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Heavily armoured and heavily armed soldiers methodically surrounded the awe-inspiring archaeologist. She waited patiently until they had all got into position, each man staring at her through a rifle sight, none daring to move. The last man locked the door to the chamber. She sensed the fear in the room; in fact, it would be more accurate to say that their fear flooded the room.

"Where is Helverton?" she asked quietly. No-one dared answer. Florida tilted her head to one side, focusing calmly on the solider nearest to her. "Where is Helverton?" she asked again, more forcefully. There was still no response; the liberated leviathan gave a half-smile. "You really do not want to make me ask again," she warned.

"This is a suicide mission!" one of the men blurted out. Florida shut her eyes. "Explain yourself," she commanded. "In the event that you couldn't be contained, Dr. Crane," he began, "the chamber was fitted with lethal gas canisters. These are set to detonate – " he produced what looked like a small joystick and pushed the red button on top of it " – "in one minute." The gigantic genius nodded. "There is nothing personal in what I am about to do, you understand."

A number of the soliders had microscopic cameras built into their uniforms. The nation's top scientists were later given the recordings to study. They had to watch them frame by frame to see the humungous historian as anything other than a blur. It was as if she were starring in her own private choreographed ballet of violence; each punch, kick, swipe or slam following fluidly from the last until all her opponents were down. Viewed in real-time, it was as if a whirling dervish had descended, taking out the finest security unit on the base in under thirty seconds.

No-one managed to hit the wondrous woman.

The colossal Queen stood in amongst the evidence of her handiwork. The soldiers were unconscious; no-one had died or would do so. Florida had pulled her punches sufficiently. There was not a hair out of place, nor was she out of breath. The only way you could tell that she had exerted herself at all was a single bead of sweat negotiating the sensual slope of her gargantuan left breast. Florida paused to watch it make its way over the rim of her boob and out of her personal line of sight. She could feel it trace its course across her skin before sliding out onto her thick, erect nipple. Involuntarily, the glowing giantess shivered, sending the bead onto the floor with the tiniest noise.

Florida shut her eyes, willing the adrenaline away. Her awesome mind regained clarity, thoughts rising and falling like supernovas. She decided to dedicate a few seconds to the most interesting problem facing her. "Who was the woman that rescued me?" There were too many possibilities to decide on just one. They all involved outlandish science-fiction style concepts that, a week ago, the ravishing researcher would have dismissed out of hand. Now, though, things were very different. She decided that a definitive conclusion was out of reach and, with the release of the gas being only twenty seconds away, perhaps there were other priorities.

The Amazonian academic sent a short telepathic signal to Nefla, saying that she had escaped and needed to be transported home. This done, Florida began to think about how to turn the situation to her advantage. Her gaze fixed on the banks of computers. "Bingo," she whispered. Her brilliant mind was, at the basic level, the same as any other: without knowledge for it to use, it was worthless. Having explored her own knowledge to its limits, she needed more to store and ponder.

An idea came to her, making her smile brilliantly. One of the machines had been left on, so Florida carefully accessed the Internet and searched for a site on electronics. She found several likely suspects. Within ten seconds Florida had the information she needed. With a new glint in her eye, she turned to the cannon that had robbed her of her might.

Ripping the weapon from its moorings, she flipped hatches all over it and began to investigate. Her eyes glittered like uncut diamonds as she examined its internal workings. "I can do it," she breathed, and began to rip out reconnect wiring. Just then there was a change in the air, one so subtle that only Florida's enhanced senses would have picked up on it.

A second later a loud crack heralded the arrival of Nefla. She had brought seven acolytes with her, all large and powerful women with muscles standing in proud relief under tanned skin. "Mistress!" she cried. Florida turned, her arm deep inside the cannon. She greeted her attendant. "Nefla, old friend, it is good to hear your voice once more." Nefla bowed obediently while her troops took in their outlandish surroundings, all agog. A subtle hissing noise told Florida that the gas was being released into the atmosphere. "Hold your breath, ladies!" she called cheerfully. They obeyed.

Florida turned to Nefla, giving her broadest and most beautiful smile. "I know that you can only transport eight people at maximum, Nefla," she began, "but could we also take this with us?" Nefla held her hands out, so Florida gently placed the gun into them. Her faithful attendant turned it over and over. She nodded reluctantly, after much deliberation. Florida nodded in return, feeling the gas begin to make her woozy.

"Then we shall return to our land post haste," she ordered, taking the weapon from the priestess. "There is still much work for us to do before this world is ready for our way of life." The nine formed the transportation circle, around which the vortex duly descended. Wind whipped Florida's thick hair around at the two women either side of her. There was the usual flash of light.

Florida was surprised at how good it felt to have the stone floors of the temple under her feet again. She only allowed the feeling into her mind for a few seconds. The eight women around her were gasping to get air back into their deprived lungs. The entire tribe had assembled in the temple's main chamber in groups of back-up troops; the ravishing royal nodded her approval to Nefla for her level of planning. The traditional Amazonian cheer rang out in ripples as each group realised that their Queen had returned safely.

"Friends!" she cried, calling the surrounding horde into silence. "I have seen into the hearts of men these past days; we have much work to do if we are to take our ways of life to them. However, I have brought with me a weapon that may change the nature of our task for the better. I must test it. Trust and believe in me when I say that the woman who chooses to help me is in complete safety. Now, who amongst you most desires to aid her Queen?"

Predictably every arm shot into the air. Florida smiled. "I seek the weakest amongst us, with the hope that I can make her strong," she continued, knowing the identity of her chosen in advance. After a moment, she found the poor girl sitting on the floor in a dank corner of the chamber. Her name was Hanwara, and she had lost the use of her legs in a hunting accident many years before. "I choose you, Hanwara," Florida said softly. The girl bowed her head to the floor in apology.

"I am not worthy, Mistress," she gabbled. "Please, choose someone else." "You are more worthy than anyone can say, Hanwara," Florida whispered. The girl smiled tearfully before gathering her crutches to stand. "Then I would be glad to help you in any way I can, Mistress," she said. "Brace yourself," Florida warned. The girl drew her crutches in tightly and shut her eyes as Florida aimed the weapon at her and pressed a switch.

The cannon shot its sine-curve wave of energy at Hanwara, who stiffened in surprise, but didn't move. Perhaps fear kept her in place, or maybe it was simply the beam. Hanwara's frame was being enveloped by a strange green glow: Florida scanned her volunteer's body and grinned when she realised that the reworked arm was having the effect she wanted. Nefla was next to spot it. She pointed at Hanwara and gasped: "She's growing!"

And so she was. Hanwara's withered, wasted muscles were filling out into the natural splendour that she was meant to have, the size and power that all those around her had. She shut her eyes in ecstasy. Her spine straightened out, forcing the young woman to stand tall. Her legs were expanding rapidly, filling with the sort of powerful, lean muscle that the best natural bodybuilders have. Her abs bubbled to the surface as her hips flared out, allowing her glutes to swell up gloriously.

Hanwara's arms were becoming a sight to behold, bulging with inch upon inch of brawny strength. Her meagre breasts began to blossom into beautiful, smooth globes the size of soccer balls, pushed outward by the growth of her meaty pecs. Her shoulders broadened, traps and delts expanding powerfully. Her neck thickened in perfect time, just as her back muscles rippled into proud relief. It was as if someone had fitted a bicycle pump to her body and was not afraid to use it.

With a beatific smile on her face, the growing girl let go of her crutches, not even watching as they clattered on the temple stone, shattering the awed silence. Hanwara's newly large legs easily supported her weight. Florida smiled delightedly. "Hanwara, my child, I am going to halt the energy flow," she whispered. The woman nodded, almost disappointedly. The gigantic genius flipped a switch on top of the cannon and, as promised, the beam dissipated.

The delighted Hanwara dropped to her knees. "O Great Queen, I thank you with all of my heart!" she cried, arms raised. Florida placed a gentle hand on Hanwara's head. "Your humility does you credit, Hanwara," she replied. "Stand amongst us as you should always have done." Hanwara got to her feet, tears falling down her face. The colossal Queen smiled deeply at her before addressing the crowd.

"Tomorrow," she said, pausing for effect, "it begins."

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Mmm… very sexy! 👿

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I'm not excited – I'm ecstatic! 😀

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