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Just how I like 'em. 😆

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Lookin' mighty good! 🙂

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Nice family. 😉

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Yum yum! That's some great work! 😎

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But those are great pictures! 😎

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Sweet! Thanks for posting! 😀

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Oooh, a cliffhanger! I can't wait to see what happens next… 😉

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I like it! It's smart. 😀 You write a good story, sir!

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Double trouble! 😉 I like it, Mr. AP – keep on going!

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Firstly, major thanks to MaxAP, who came up with the idea for getting Florida down from the mountain in relative safety. Cheers, Sir! 😀 Also, thanks to everyone who's reading the story and supporting it. If you have any questions about the action so far, please feel free to either reply here or PM me. Cheers!

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Florida opened her eyes. She was plummeting towards the ground two thousand feet below. Oddly, she felt no fear, despite the jagged expanse of rocks looming at an ever-increasing rate. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she realised she had not felt genuine fear since before her transformation. The falling fighter smiled to herself as she adopted the classic Superman pose with a vertical twist: legs together, right arm outstretched, face downward, not even trying to slow her acceleration. "You'll believe a woman can fall!" she thought sarcastically. She could still hear Nefla's unhinged shouts from the mountain top, though they were getting fainter: "Where are you, little bitch? You have not won yet!" Florida grinned wryly. "Don't worry, I will do," she thought, and meant it.

Down and down Florida fell, hair whipping out along her back in a great billowing cloud, the wind resistance stinging and distorting her breasts. The simple act of falling began to get painful; Florida gritted her teeth. Past a thousand feet, past nine hundred and quickly to eight hundred… the massive musclewoman concentrated on angling her descent perfectly as she approached the ground at a rate of knots. The rocks beneath the wondrous warrior looked more ominous with every blink. Florida's heart started pounding in her chiselled chest. "This had better work!"

Five more breaths and Florida had hit the ground. As planned, her mighty right fist drilled into the jagged rocks. The skin of her hand sheared off as her fall slowed but did not stop: soon she was buried up to the elbow, still boring through the boulders at quite a speed. The pain was excruciating, but pain was something to which the amazing academic had become accustomed. She merely gritted her teeth, saying "Save it for Nefla" over and over to herself. Her head hit the rock with a sickening thud; it, too, began to split the surface and push through at speed. Florida closed her eyes. She felt her progress slow considerably when her bounteous breasts slapped onto the rock, but they joined in the human drilling project as well.

"When will I stop?" Florida wondered through a disorienting fog of intense headache. Her fantastic form's descent through the hard ground had slowed considerably, though it was still desperately painful. Mercifully, she ground to a halt three seconds later, with only her titanic legs poking out of the ground. Her entire body ached or stung from the joint effects of the fight and the fall. "Well," some remaining smart-alec part of her brain piped up, "now I know what Wile E. Coyote feels like." Florida released a painful-sounding noise, somewhere in between a giggle and a grunt.

The buried beauty collected her energy and thoughts for a few moments. Sensing time was of the essence, she began to move her mighty arms to get free. Her awesome body worked quickly and efficiently to free itself: the would-be Queen moved her arms in a wide arc, powering through her rocky prison as if it were tissue paper. Once she had cleared enough of the debris, she braced her arms against the base of the hole she had created and pushed. Dr. Florida Crane popped out of the hole, flipping through the air with the grace of a salmon. She landed upright a few feet away, bracing her legs and with arms outstretched. She smiled radiantly, flicking her hair joyfully. "Phase One complete," she whispered. "Now for Phase Two."

Florida quickly scanned her surroundings and found what she was looking for. She smiled her most beautiful smile, eyes glittering like diamonds. Carefully she jogged over, looking the rock up and down. It was slightly larger than the enormous weight she had lifted to pass the first test just a day ago. "The difference is," she thought, "I know I can lift you." The awesome archaeologist licked her lips, squatted carefully, felt for a grip and began to lift the hill. Her first grunt of effort was matched by a scream of rage from Nefla. The crazed combatant had jumped off the side of the mountain, plainly coming to finish off the job.

"Oh no you don't," Florida grunted. A few quick calculations told the huge historian she had ten seconds before Nefla landed. She could feel her muscles swell in response to the challenge she had set them. Inexorably, just as before, the gigantic boulder began to rise into the sky, with roots tearing, earth separating and pebbles dropping all around. The powered-up pugilist felt her whole body be overtaken with a great crashing tidal wave of superhuman strength.

Gargantuan slabs of muscle that seemed hewn from the rock that surrounded Florida burst through her skin. Her forty-five inch biceps quickly swelled to double that size and way beyond. Her back, previously pulsating with massive muscles, burst out in all three dimensions, desperately inflating to help support Florida through her unbelievable exertions. The awesome archaeologist stood up straight, grunting, holding the immense expanse of rock out in front of her. Fresh muscle bloomed on her already amazing body, pushing her strength levels to new and incredible heights. Her legs had thickened to the size of saloon cars, riddled with veins like power cables. The wondrous woman began to sink through the ground.

Her arms blasted to the size of tree trunks, meaty slabs of brawn covering them from shoulder to fingertips. The effect of her pectoral growth – to the size of basketballs just by themselves – caused her majestic mounds to push further out. They, too, had increased in mass; her beachballs had bulged out to five feet around. Her erect nipples were like deodorant cans and her areolae had spread to roughly the shape of manhole covers. Underneath Florida's hips had swollen outwards to help support the immense growth. Her abs had taken advantage, powering up to the size of printers and as hard as granite. Roughly spherical glutes at a hundred and fifty centimetres around each formed her awesome ass.

Dr. Florida Crane completed the lift, yelling words her mother would have slapped her for, holding the hill above her head. By this time her body had stopped inflating, having given her shoulders just wider than a jet, traps that reached higher than her ears and delts like beachballs. The would-be Queen screamed her defiance of nature at the top of her voice. When Florida noticed she had stopped growing, she tossed the rock aside. It landed a quarter mile away and shattered into tiny pieces. The incredible intellectual had used eight of the ten seconds she had calculated she had, so she scanned the sky for Nefla's falling form. Her opponent was a flesh-coloured blur, still several feet from the ground. Florida moved quickly to the spot where Nefla would land.

Unlike the Amazonian academic, Nefla had made no plan for landing. She had jumped off the mountain in a blind rage. The hundreds of years of waiting had lost the priestess her mind and she was to pay the price. Her attempts to slow the descent by spreading her arms and legs had had little effect: she crashed onto and into the ground a couple of metres away from Florida, who half-smiled. "Looks like my advantage was sanity," she crowed, immensely muscled hand on hip, as Nefla pulled herself out of the hole. Stunned, battered and bloody, Nefla gamely raised her empty face to try and stare Florida down.

Instead the treacherous attendant's jaw dropped as she took in her outrageous opponent's new body. Pure power piled on top of thick layers of sexy strength covered Florida from head to foot. She sported gigantic, cartoonish muscles with awesome vascularity. Casually the stunning superhuman brought her arms into a double biceps pose: muscles comfortably bigger than her head roared into life. They were so incredibly massive that she couldn't bring either arm to ninety degrees. "Like what you see?" she drawled. Nefla stood still for a moment before seeming to make up her mind. She launched herself at Florida, fists flying. The mega musclewoman took Nefla's blows without reeling. For her part, the former attendant hit every part of Florida's body with all her might but made no impression. In fact, her fists began to hurt. Sensing that the tide had definitively turned, Nefla turned and ran.

Florida grabbed the fleeing fighter from behind, tackling Nefla to the floor. Florida rose first and picked her insane opponent up off the ground, lifting the priestess over her head. She felt lighter than a feather. Nefla kicked and yelled but nothing could stop Florida as she threw her foe, full-force, into the mountain the fight had started on. Nefla braced herself but felt a couple of ribs crack as she hit. She practically bounced off the rock and crashed to the ground again. Before she could raise herself, Florida had strode up and kicked her in the stomach. Nefla's breath was wrenched from her lungs. More ribs snapped under the assault.

In a sinister though business-like manner, Florida lifted the flailing Nefla from the ground and systematically broke her arms and legs, each snap drawing a howl of pain from her cowering enemy. "Now you can't get away, big mouse," she hissed. Nefla was sobbing. When Florida let her go she fell into a crumpled heap. She circled the beaten woman, trying to regain her composure. The thrill of beating an opponent in battle had temporarily taken hold of her senses, but she felt herself get calmer as each second passed. Now she had to make a decision. Before that, however, the priestess had one final trick up her sleeve.

She launched herself at Florida's leg using her glutes and bit into the musclewoman's leg. The pain barely drew a flicker of expression on Florida's face. She simply swiped at Nefla with the back of her hand; the priestess crashed into the mountain once more. She left an ugly red smear on the rock as she slid down to the ground. The attendant fell on her butt and slowly flopped to the floor. Florida strode towards her, mighty hands on huge hips. Nefla's eyes opened slowly. She trembled as her opponent stood over her. "Finish me off," Nefla said defiantly. Florida shook her head. "Did you not hear the Goddess? It is the ultimate sin to kill another Amazonian. I will not take your life." She leaned closer and spoke again: "But I have won. Do you understand?" Nefla nodded slowly.

Out of nowhere the transportation vortex began to whirl around them. Florida's eyes darted around, trying to find the person casting the spell on them. Finding no-one, she looked furiously at Nefla. "I thought the Goddess had disabled your powers!" she thundered. Nefla shook her head. "It is not me. I have lost everything…" she said pitifully. The swirling winds covered the pair, followed by a brief flash of light. An instant later they landed back on top of the mountain. Florida frowned again. "What sorcery is this?" she muttered.

The voice of the Goddess broke the puzzled silence. "YOU HAVE DONE WELL, FLORIDA," it intoned. "I WILL CROWN YOU QUEEN." There was a pause, during which Florida sighed with relief. "ONE QUESTION REMAINS. WHAT WILL WE DO WITH THIS TRAITOR?" "O Goddess, spare me!" Nefla immediately implored. Florida sneered, but the expression quickly melted away. "O Goddess," Florida began, "I have a suggestion. Nefla has served the tribe well and does not deserve to die. Can you remove the poison that infected her mind and make her whole again?" Silence fell as the Goddess appeared to be considering this. "YES," she announced. "I CAN AND WILL GRANT THIS WISH." Florida grinned widely at Nefla, who was still sobbing. "Bitch," she muttered.

Florida had no time to react: a thin yet bright yellow ray descended from the sky and hit Nefla's head. The Queen gazed in awe as Nefla's expression changed from hate to love in seconds. The ray dissipated just as quickly as it had come. "IT IS DONE," the Goddess declared. "I WILL TAKE NEFLA FROM THIS PLACE AND HEAL HER. THEN SHE WILL RETURN TO DUTY." Nefla disappeared in a vortex, leaving Florida alone on the mountain top. Before she could take in all that had happened, a second ray of light shot from the sky.

This lightbeam landed a couple of metres in front of her. Instead of pouring out healing, it began to take on the form of a person from the bottom up, creating an image line by line, like a printer. The being wore a simple white robe, like a monk's cassock. As more and more of its body was filled in, Florida could tell more and about it: it was a woman, a slight yet curvy woman. Her hair was black and she was toned but not strong. When her face had finished appearing, the victorious vixen got the shock of her life. "I am the Goddess," the woman announced. Florida couldn't help but stare at the woman's face.

"You're…" She stopped, unable to continue. The image of the Goddess nodded. "Yes. My name is Florida Crane."

— To Be Continued —

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