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Third part! 🙂

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Instantly the spiders vanished. Florida didn't even blink: one instant they were there, closing in on her, and the next they just didn't exist. She looked down at the hand she had placed on the altar, her heart still beating fit to break her chest. The unearthly glow of the blue stone shone around it. Dr. Florida Crane frowned. She remembered her miraculous recovery as soon as she had touched the temple. Wary now, she took her hand off the altar and stepped back. She thought for a few moments. "Can't stop now," she concluded, and stepped forward again to examine the altar.

She brushed its surface and found it to be very smooth, given the level of technology that must have existed when this temple had been built. Its main feature, the rectangular sky-blue stone, shone with never-changing brilliance. It was set slightly lower than the surrounding altar. Florida checked the altar for the Amazonian language to give her a clue as to what might happen next. She looked all over the huge slab and all around its two supports. There was nothing. The archaeologist frowned again. She stood upright and looked at the altar's top, looking for some sort of clue. There was a slight noise.

Florida stared at the altar. The Amazonian language was appearing before her on the surface of the rock! The altar, which had been smooth as an ice rink just a second ago, was now being carved onto it by an invisible hand. Florida gulped but still tried to read the markings as they appeared. Again there were symbols that the young woman did not recognise, so she decided to wait for the invisible hand to stop. Fortunately the sentence it had carved was only short. "Well, that one means 'reward'," she said, "that one means 'you', and that one means 'naked'." Florida took a couple of seconds to digest this and jumped to a conclusion. "I have to get naked to be rewarded?!" she thought, disgusted. Frowning unhappily but still eager to find out what her reward would be, Florida stripped and stepped back from the altar.

She stood naked in the middle of the throne room, wondering what on Earth was going to happen. She waited. "It is fortunate that the temperature is warm enough for casual nudity," she mused, and laughed. After about twenty seconds Florida began to feel understandably uncomfortable and embarrassed. She absently scratched at the mole on her left thigh. She sniffed and brushed a hair out of her face. She pushed her glasses up her nose. Just as she was mulling over reaching for her clothes and leaving, slight shivers of pain started to run through her body and rooted her to the spot.

"Wh-what's going on?" she cried as the pain intensified. "I don't like this! Stop!" she yelled. Vicious stabs of pain tore at her bare and vulnerable flesh. Dr. Florida Crane shut her eyes and screamed. Had the good doctor kept her eyes open, she might have had a chance of witnessing the most incredible transformation. Her whole body was growing, changing and improving.

Firstly, she simply grew. When Florida had entered the temple, she had been just five feet tall. As if being stretched by an unseen hand, Florida's body grew upwards. Her torso, arms and legs grew in perfect proportion. The previously unsightly fat that had cursed the young archaeologist's body got absorbed in the changes. Her bones lengthened and widened to support the new body. Her skin stretched and grew to cover the newly enlarged limbs, taking on a sultry tanned colour as it did so. When the process was finished, Florida had sunk to her knees, just seconds before passing out. Panting hard, she got to her feet. Which were suddenly much further away: the young woman had miraculously grown to be eight feet tall!

Florida gaped in astonishment. She tried to take a step forward and nearly fell over. "This body is going to take some getting used to!" she said, looking herself over. Although she was very skinny, her new height filled her with confidence. She brought her hands up to her chest and sighed. There had been no change there. "Still flat as a board," she muttered. To console herself, Florida tried to walk again. Soon she was wandering over the chamber with the grace of a dancer. She had returned to the altar by the time the second change hit her like a runaway train, knocking the enlarged woman to her knees.

Raging torrents of strength and power flooded Florida's skinny body like a tidal wave. The pain was immense but Florida was determined to witness some of the changes that raged through her slight frame. She gritted her teeth, stood up and watched as her legs pulsed, layer upon layer of pure, raw power filling them out in all directions. Her slight calves balled up and pushed out, forming perfect diamonds of gargantuan, twitching, strong muscle. These formed the basis for her thighs, which were next to expand. Their size doubled and redoubled until Florida's upper legs were thicker than tree trunks and as solid as steel. Each humungous,power-packed leg weighed as much as Florida had when she entered the temple. The massive hunks of perfect, vein-covered strength steadied the young woman as the changes moved inexorably upwards.

Her previously shapeless, flat butt took on the perfect shape. Each ass-cheek resembled a bowling ball, both in terms of size and firmness, yet it was made of glorious tanned flesh. Florida felt her new butt and smiled. "Finally I've got something to fill out a pair of jeans with!" she smiled. Her torso grew all over: back muscles expanded and rippled into being, larger and harder than any male bodybuilder's could ever be. Her obliques burst out, hard, ripped and ready to prepare the way for a glorious set of abs to thrust out of her flat belly. First a line appeared down her middle, joining her slight breasts to her grape-shaped navel and sinking slightly beyond. Then either side of the line two sets of enormous muscles exploded outward. Each rock hard, power-packed ab pulsed and bulged to the size of a bag of sugar, etching strong grooves and ridges in the young woman's abdomen. Florida's navel all but disappeared in the swells of her outrageous stomach muscles. Inevitably the rush of power reached her chest.

The slight fat of her bosom disappeared entirely as the growth tore onward. Florida's small tanned brown nipples became erect as the power passed through them. Her pecs grew, slowly and gently, until they were three times as big as Arnie's at his peak. "Finally!" Florida thought ironically. "Cleavage!" She gritted her teeth as the flood of power passed her chest, arriving squarely at her shoulders. They began to ripple with power, widening, lengthening and strengthening. When they had finished growing, Florida was as wide as a bus, with criss-crossing veins rushing the length of the immense muscles. The archaeologist's neck followed suit. Florida could feel it growing thicker and longer. Gently she touched it but moved her hand away immediately: her body was far too hot to touch. Once her neck was twice as thick – packed with tough yet shapely muscle – the flow of growth seemed to split in half and travel down both of Florida's arms simultaneously.

As her triceps powered up into perfect horseshoe-shaped masses of brawny, dense strength, her biceps burst outward, forming swells so large that they threatened to break through her skin, coating her upper arms in thick layers of solid, brawny power. Experimentally, Florida flexed the biceps of her right arm. Her eyes widened in awe as her arm seemed to explode into new, powerful life. The split heads of her right biceps glistened in the thin layer of sweat that covered her body and towered at a mighty forty-five inches around. The final step began as her forearms put on fantastic quantities of muscle, growing and lengthening to fit in with the rest of her now colossally hulking body. They did not stop growing until they were five times the size of the originals. The pain stopped and Florida sank to her hands and knees, letting out a roar of relief that could be heard for miles around. Cracks appeared in the temple floor under the massive woman.

Carefully Florida stood. Each and every part of her body was covered in obscenely huge and beautifully tanned muscle. She had muscle in places she didn't know could have muscle. Dr. Florida Crane moved her hands over the unfamiliar terrain of her new frame. Her nipples, previously small yet perky, now pointed downwards under, she felt, the weight of those enormous pecs. Each of her abdominals stood in proud relief. Her shoulders were like miniature mountain ranges. Even her vaginal muscles had strengthened beyond belief. It was her thighs that fascinated her most: huge valleys and peaks of cut, vascular strength that felt as if they were cut from granite. "I just can't exist!" she gasped, feeling and staring at her unbelievably mighty body. She frowned.

Because it was then that the third change took over her body. Fortunately from Florida's point of view, this one was relatively painless. A slightly unpleasant stretching sensation struck the musclewoman's hips, cheeks and chest. A tingly sensation filled her lips and scalp. Florida looked down at herself to find out what was going on: her hips were widening, turning her from a towering strongwoman into a curvy sex goddess. Her lips were filling out into lush, bee-stung rose petals of beauty. Her cheekbones grew to give her a classically beautiful face. Her greasy, sweat-filled black hair broke the bobble as it lengthened. Her hair reached her waist within seconds and started to shine like a waterfall in the sunlight. Suddenly Florida was having difficulty seeing. Realising what was happening, she took her glasses off and found she had perfect vision. It was then that Florida's greatest wish came true.

Balanced perfectly on top of her enormous pecs, the archaeologist's breasts began to blossom. The mammoth muscles started being eclipsed as Florida's boobs passed from the size of lemons to the size of oranges and way, way beyond. The superwoman's eyes widened in sheer delight as her orbs bulged further and further outward, past the size of softballs. The growth of the breastflesh pulled her nipples up until they tilted slightly upwards. She reached around her inflating chest to tweak them and found that their sensitivity had gone through the roof. Still her bust inflated, past the size of soccerballs. The superb musclewoman no longer cared about anything as her lust built up to a crescendo. Her boobs reached the size of volleyballs and Florida could feel herself on the edge of the most powerful orgasm of her life. Still her inflating mammaries grew on and on. It was becoming difficult for the muscled-up beauty to reach her nipples now, though they had inflated to the size of shot glasses due to her towering arousal. She was at full stretch when her breasts stopped growing, having attained the size of beachballs, with areolae the size of saucers. They looked small compared to the awesome size of her inhuman boobs, held perfectly in place by her massive underlying pecs. Florida came at the same time as the growth stopped, unleashing another powerful and throaty roar throughout the temple.

A bit of dust fell from the ceiling onto her nose and Dr. Florida Crane laughed. "This is my wish come true!" she cried, tears of joy running down her cheeks. She caught sight of her old clothes on the floor and grinned. She picked up the T-shirt and tried to rest it on the enormous shelf of her breasts. It barely covered one of her breasts now. The shorts were a joke: the archaeologist doubted she could get her stupendous arm through them, never mind one of her incredible legs. She was about to put her now useless garments in her backpack when she heard a rumbling. It was, for the moment, far-off but it was getting nearer. Instinct nearly made Florida panic. Then she grinned. "What do I have to fear now?" she said to herself. "Bring it on!"

The rumbling grew louder and louder. It was coming down the passageway that lead to the chamber Florida was standing in. She moved to face the entrance she herself had used. Florida tilted her head to one side and frowned: she could now make out what the rumbling was. It seemed to be an army marching. They rounded the corner and came into view. Florida gasped in amazement. Hundreds and hundreds of women were walking four abreast down the passageway towards the chamber. They were all between six feet six and seven feet tall, all naked, all incredibly muscled and deeply tanned with long, dark hair. None of them could get close to Florida's strength or beauty but they were clearly built along the same lines. As they marched into the chamber and began to fill it out, Florida noticed that they were each holding a weapon of some sort. Many held swords but some had spears, some bows and quivers of arrows slung on their backs and some of the others had what Florida could only describe as a pair of large forks.

Florida's eyes darted this way and that, trying to take in the scene. If they all rushed her at once, she would stand little chance of making her way out alive. The chamber filled up and Florida estimated that there were a thousand other women in there with her. She swallowed. The last woman to enter the chamber was holding two swords and she approached Florida, setting the smaller of the two down on the floor some way away. The woman walking towards her was seven feet two, a little taller than all the rest. Her massive muscles – still not as big as Florida's, but the biggest that Florida had noticed of all of the intruders – moved in perfect time and with perfect grace as she walked towards the archaeologist, holding the larger sword flat with one hand cradling the hilt and one gently cushioning the blade. She genuflected in front of Florida, head bowed, and held out the weapon in her two hands. Florida took it.

"Oh. My. God." she whispered, realisation striking like a hammer on an egg as she looked at the massive weapon in her hands. "I'm Queen of the Amazons."

— To Be Continued —

[Fonk]

That was an incredible story. Thanks so much for sharing it all with us!

[Fonk]

2, 3 and 9 are my favourites but they're all great! I'm loving your work, darling! 😉

[Fonk]

That's an utterly fantastic story, sir. Thank you so much for sharing it with us! 😎

[Fonk]

I do enjoy it, very much! Thanks for posting. 😀

[Fonk]

Outstanding! 😀

[Fonk]

OK, a little bit of explanation is in order!

First, the origin of Florida's name. Well, I obviously wanted to hit the 'Indiana Jones' thing. I have a vague memory that a parody called 'Alabama Smith' exists somewhere, so the trend was set: a state of the US that is seven letters long and ends in an 'a', followed by a common surname five letters long. I looked up the full list of American states and chose Florida. The surname was much trickier! When I started writing she was called 'Florida Scott'. That didn't sound good, so I thought a bit more and came up with 'Crane' and stuck with that.

Second, there is no Small Square or Tiny Triangular lurking around! 😉

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The decision made, Florida headed carefully down the entrance side of the pyramid. The blazing sunshine gradually receded under the canopy as Florida approached her target. She landed on the ground, bending her knees to absorb the impact. Again she admired the enormous statues guarding the entrance. She shook her head wistfully, knowing that only a few small differences in genetics could have given her some strength or beauty. The archaeologist then fished a torch out of her backpack and headed for the entrance. She stopped just before the opening and looked back out at the jungle. "Well," she whispered, "can't stop now." She flipped the torch on and entered the Temple of the Amazons.

Florida was grateful for her torch. The temple seemed to have been undiscovered for centuries and was pitch black inside. The walls of the passage were made from the same grey rock as the exterior. They were covered in the Amazonian language, which Florida resolved to translate… just as soon as she'd found that blue stone. There were no signs of life and no thick layer of dust. The corridor was wide enough to fit a couple of trains. "The temple must have remained perfectly preserved underground," Florida thought. She proceeded carefully, running her left hand over the cold stone and feeling the rises and bumps of the engraved symbols. Her footsteps began to echo as the light from the entrance dwindled into nothing, leaving the torch as the only source of light. Florida gulped. She pushed her glasses up her nose.

"Can't stop now," she repeated to herself. The young archaeologist was awash with emotions: triumph and excitement ranked pretty highly but fear was gaining strength. There was no way to get an idea of the structure's stability. For all Florida knew, it could collapse at any minute. Seconds after this thought, she came to a junction. The young woman paused and pointed her torch at the markings on the wall ahead of her. She frowned. "I don't recognise any of these symbols," she muttered. "That one looks similar to 'queen' but that one looks similar to 'pain'. Huh." She stood for a few seconds, wondering which direction to take. The entrance was now only a pinprick of light. Common sense prodded her brain to say that going in the 'pain' direction was probably a bad idea. The archaeologist grinned and turned right: the 'queen' direction.

The scenery didn't change much in this new direction. The same grey rock, similar markings floor to ceiling. Florida had only taken a few paces when she heard a squeaking. Barely a second later a bat flew down the corridor towards her. She screamed but the creature passed just overhead. The young archaeologist leaned against a wall to get her breath back. "God," she whispered to herself. "Where did he come from?" Florida got a water bottle from her backpack. She took a big, calming slug and wiped her mouth. Then she heard it. A deep, animalistic roar echoed down the corridor towards her. Panic rooted her to the spot. The young woman only unfroze to push her glasses up her nose. The echoes died away. A mere minute later, Florida's heartbeat returned to something approaching normal.

Deciding to make the best of the moment, Florida set her backpack on the temple floor and got out some of her rations. She ate quietly, sitting cross-legged on the floor, trying to keep her mind from the fear. Idly she started to translate the symbols on the walls. The messages were not comforting: "Death to those who enter." "Abandon hope if you have reached this far." "Better to live than die at our hands." Florida shuddered. Clearly the Amazonians were once very powerful. She wondered how they had died out.

This thinking got the archaeologist's thirst for knowledge drooling hungrily. She finished her food and stood up, a newly determined expression on her face. She walked forward quickly and purposefully, shining the torch dead ahead and not stopping for any reason. Soon enough she reached another crossroads. There were no indications as to which way she should go; Florida was going to have to make a choice.

"If I head right, I'll just be going towards the temple exterior again," she said to herself. "Logically, I should go right. Which is probably exactly what they want me to do." Florida took out her coin. "Heads for right, tails for left," she said to herself. Once again the coin flipped into the air. It came up heads. Unsure, Florida headed off in that direction.

Again the scenery did not change. Florida had stopped translating the markings but still they were all over the walls, which were still very far apart. Her footsteps echoed loudly and the archaeologist felt quite small compared to the enormous size of the passage. "I wonder if I'm getting closer," she thought. "I sure hope so. My feet are killing me." The torch revealed another junction ahead. Florida's sense of expectancy increased. "Surely I'm close!" she breathed. She started to run forward. It was then that the spider dropped from the ceiling right in front of her.

Florida couldn't get breath to scream, which was just as well. The spider was the size of a hatchback, all gleaming eyes, slimy body and hairy, twitching legs. Eyes wide in utter horror, she watched as it scuttled ahead of her and turned left at the junction. Dr. Florida Crane leaned against the temple wall, heart beating faster than it ever had before. A sly thought popped into her head. "No wonder the passageways are so wide," it grinned. Florida felt little comfort. Aloud she breathed: "I think I found what killed the Amazonians."

She had to reach a decision: either carry on and risk meeting more of the creatures or leave and risk never finding out about the Amazonians. The debate raged in her mind as, once more, her heartrate returned to normal levels. Eventually, despite a fear factor that was through the roof and halfway into space, Florida decided to carry on. She reached the same crossroads she had just seen the spider take. This time the symbols on the wall did offer clues. Florida translated.

"'Blue jewel'," she read, her heart sinking. That was left too. There was no indication of what was right. Florida lifted her left foot to go left when fear stopped her. "Am I making the right decision?" it mused, knowing it held all the cards and then some. Florida lowered her leg and pondered. "The spider didn't seem to notice me," she thought. "Maybe it won't be interested in me." With that scant comfort, Florida Crane took the left turn.

This passage was not as long as the others, though it was still very wide, covered in the same symbols and made from dull grey stone. Florida could see it open out into what appeared to be a large room ahead. She ran towards her target, footsteps echoing around the corridor. When she got close enough to clearly see the opposite wall of the huge room, Florida stopped dead, all breath expelled from her lungs. "S – S – Spiders…"

The chamber ahead of her was huge, about the size of a football stadium. Around a hundred of the enormous spiders were creeping around, scattered over most of the floor, ceiling and walls. In the middle of the horrific scene, Florida could see a small altar, the top of which was glowing blue. She shut her eyes in an attempt to will the scene out of her mind. Her imagination hit her even harder and she stepped back from the chamber. Tears streaked down her cheeks. "I, I, I can't – carry on," she moaned quietly. She slumped against a wall and then down to the floor. Dr. Florida Crane wept.

Her tears dried up. Florida turned again to the scene in the altar chamber, looking for any way to get to the blue stone. She frowned. "Is it my imagination," she mused, "or is there actually a path to the altar?" She looked again, screwing her eyes in concentration. The more she stared, the more she convinced herself that there was a way through to the altar. The spiders were large but did not cover the entire surface by any means. A kind of fearful determination filled Florida. "I'm going to run for it," she said quietly. "I've got to solve this puzzle!"

Knowing that another moment's thought would only give her time to think of a few reasons not to put her plan into action, Florida stood up, pushed herself off the wall and ran into the chamber. The instant her foot hit the chamber floor the spiders roared deafeningly. It was the same roar that had chilled Florida to the bone earlier on, only a hundred times louder.  Horrifically the spiders started to skitter in slow motion towards the archaeologist as she ran to the altar, dodging, ducking and diving around the enormous arachnids.

The spiders closed in on the fear-driven girl. The twitching hair on their legs brushed her as she ran past them through any gap she could find. Several of the monstrosities fell from the ceiling in front of her but adrenaline pushed Florida on and she ducked around them. She ran as she had never run before. The altar glowed like a beacon but, as Florida approached, she realised that a wall of spiders surrounded it. She circled them, looking for a weak point. It took about twenty heart-stopping seconds as the spiders closed in but she found it.

Dr. Florida Crane took a deep breath and hurled herself at a slight gap in between two of the huge monsters guarding the shining altar. She held her breath and squeezed past their disgusting legs and slimy abdomens. The monsters turned their heads to bite at her as she ran through but Florida had proved too fast for them. Heavily sweating and almost dizzy from using so much energy, Florida made it through to the altar and slammed her right hand down on the blue stone embedded in its centre.

— To Be Continued —

Thanks for reading and all your supportive comments! I promise the next part will deliver the goods. 😛

[Fonk]

Hey, that's a great idea! 😀 It's going to be really cool when you finish.

[Fonk]

OK, I'll play. 😉

I'd like to see growth caused by a weird meteorite crashing to Earth. The girl would be a mousy reporter: short, brown hair, very slender but no muscles. When she gets close to investigate, the meteorite's weird green glow changes her into a hulking amazon. It feels like it's got to be in a small town in the US. 🙄

Good luck with this project, it sounds like it's going to be fun for you! 🙂

[Fonk]

I really like how things are going, Frank. Good luck bursting through that writer's block, good Sir!

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