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She picked him up effortlessly, her muscles not even bulging in the slightest, and promptly ripped his clothes clean off, again, hardly showing any effort in the feat. That may not sound remarkable, but Jinn was wearing heavy denim clothes. Allison eyed Jinn’s trim, nude body with a lascivious gleam in her eyes. Jinn could easily see that she could barely contain her baser instincts. Grunting in an almost bestial way, she advanced towards jinn, the flames of a carnal hunger burning in her eyes. Jinn’s already fuzzy mind was sent reeling as her silky, yet iron-hard flesh pressed up against his. The last thing that Jinn was aware of before he passed out was the intense bliss of both seeing and feeling the bulging mass of Allison’s body.

*******

Jinn awoke suddenly, feeling the cold floor beneath him. Wondering where he was, he looked around to survey his surroundings. For some reason, his sight was blurred. Unable to see where he was, Jinn decided that he needed to calm down and think. Was everything that had happened just a dream? Was all of that some perversion of his already perverted mind and fantasies? Would his eyes clear only to show him that he was on the floor of his room? Well, there is only one way to find out.

Jinn sat on the floor, waiting for his eyes to clear up enough to see. As he sat there, he could feel a breeze blowing rhythmically at his back. He guessed that it was only the air conditioning. Finally, his eyes began to clear up. It turned out that his eyes were being irritated by sweat that had gotten into his eyes. Looking at the room that he was in, he realized that he was in the arcade at the mall. A split second later, he realized that he was completely naked. Too shocked to utter a sound, he moved to where the arcade kept all of the clothes that they sold and got dressed in them. It wasn’t until he had gotten dressed that he realized exactly what the breeze that he had felt was. His eyes settled onto the gigantic mound of heavily muscled flesh that was Allison.

Jinn was shocked to see that the fantastic dream that he thought he had was a reality. His eyes slid over each delicious contour, each bulge, and every ripple. Eventually, after drinking in every detail, his gaze settled on her face. His eyes took in her flawless skin and her full, sexy, slightly parted lips. She was still asleep from the exertion of the past hour or so. Deciding that it would be a much wiser choice to let her continue sleeping, he crept out the back quietly.

Jinn could only manage to run for a little while. After a couple of minutes, he slowed down to a walk, grimacing at the pain of some newly acquired bruises. Mostly at the ones that were in some very embarrassing places. Limping back to his house, Jinn reflected back on what had just transpired. So far, it seemed that every time that a girl transformed, she grew bigger than the last one by at least one and a half times. Also, every transformation seemed a little different for each girl. First was the bookworm, Megan. When she transformed, she became obsessed with all of the details of her new form. Something about this had been nagging at the back of his mind all day. Then there was Stephanie, the social butterfly who constantly craved attention. With her, she became obsessed with what she alone felt. The thing that had been nagging at Jinn became more pronounced after this realization. Finally, there was Allison. She was a very quite and considerate person who became obsessed with what Jinn felt while she was transforming as well as afterwards.

It was after this that the pattern became obvious. Each girl transformed with a differing result based on each of their personalities. Suddenly, Jinn flashed back to his last class on Friday. He suddenly found that he could remember everything that his teacher had said about the four personality types. Each girl had changed in accordance with their personality type, which meant that there was a very predictable pattern as for what to expect.

For the quiet, studious ones, they would test their strength. The quiet, compassionate ones would have you feel them. The loud, boisterous ones would feel themselves. And the loud, commanding ones would try to control others by force…….SHIT! The girl that he was going to go out with tonight fit that personality type perfectly! This could easily mean serious trouble! The girls that had undergone the previous transformations had all been a little rough, giving him a nice collection of bruises, but had not meant any harm. If she underwent the same metamorphosis, Not only would she intentionally do some serious damage, but she would also be bigger and stronger than all of the previous girls! What’s more, is that if she became too engrossed in the sheer power that she possessed, she could become a purely destructive force that could endanger so many other people.

To make matters worse, though, is that he couldn’t cancel the date. He looked at the clock in his house. He had about forty-five minutes to get ready. If he canceled now, there would be no end how angry she would be. This in itself wasn’t so bad, but if he accidentally caused her to transform, she would be likely to kill him. The worst thing about it was that her killing him was no exaggeration! With the initial rush of the transformation, she would likely loose all self control and do him in, in a pretty graphic manner. Even if he were a masochist, he would find no pleasure at the prospect of being crushed to death, inch by inch. He would have to make sure that he kept his thoughts in check.

*******

Forty-five minutes later, Jinn left his house to go to the Italian restaurant that he was supposed to meet his date, Tracy, at. The restaurant was close to his house so it didn’t take him long to get there. When he got there, he glanced at his watch. He still had about ten minutes before his date would arrive. That gave him just enough time to set up the table that he had reserved in the “private party” area. The restaurant was rarely crowded, but the people who normally came in were an obnoxious bunch, so it was worth the extra money to do be in a private section.

Jinn got the table set up and began the long wait for his date to be fashionably late, as usual. Finally, she arrived. Jinn had seen her looking her best before, but this time she out did herself. She already had the perfect genetics for natural beauty, being tall and was more than well endowed with breath-taking beauty and ample cleavage. That added to the fact that she was very athletic gave her a magnificent tan as well as incredibly toned (border-lining on defined, really) muscles. She was dressed in a short, tight skirt that stopped mid-thigh, showing off her shapely legs, hips, and firm, rounded buttocks. She also had a matching top that fitted almost too snugly, pushing up her breasts just enough to accentuate their shape and was fitted tightly around her stomach, to show how flat it was. The top was had long sleeves, which admittedly looked a little strange with her short skirt. The sleeves, though were made out of a special material that was cut in a special way so that it clung to her flesh like a second skin, so as to show off the toned muscles of her arms. The whole ensemble complemented her figure nicely.

She was wearing her waist-length blond hair down, so that it cascaded down her back in a flowing mane of perfectly straight, silky hair. Her hair was brushed back behind her ears, so as to frame the smooth, tanned skin of her face. The color of her hair was the perfect contrast to her clear, cerulean eyes. Similar to the contrast between her hair and her eyes, her full, luscious, red lips made her perfectly straight white teeth sparkle in comparison.

She confidently strode up to Jinn and sat down across from him. They soon became deeply engrossed in a conversation and the minutes began to slip by. Before he realized it, they had sped through both dinner and desert. So far, he had not thought of swelling flesh or hard muscles the entire time. Shit. He just did. He looked over at Tracy, praying that nothing was about to happen. When he looked over into Tracy’s clear eyes, instead of the turmoil that he expected, he saw the same calm intelligence that he had been looking at all evening. Sighing in relief, he turned his attention back to the conversation.

Their conversation continued on for another half-hour before Tracy decided that it was time to wrap things up. Jinn thought that it was almost comical how she didn’t give him a choice in the matter. As things wound down, Jinn’s mind began to drift. At first, he didn’t focus on anything in particular, but eventually, as was inevitable, his mind drifted back to the previous events in the day. Despite how much he wanted to forget everything, he could, without any effort what-so-ever, recall every single detail of each of the three girls’ bodies as they began to change. He could still vividly hear each piece of clothing tear and each moan of ecstacy that passed through the mouths of the growing girls. He could also still envision the image that had triggered each of these changes.

When that thought passed through his head, Jinn snapped back to reality. That thought had brought him back to the thought that if the girl sitting across from him underwent that same transformation, things could go wrong in a manner so serious, he knew that he would probably end up with some permanent injuries.

He focused back on Tracy to see if things were about to turn irrevocably south. He gave her a brief look-over, checking to see if her physique had undergone any sudden changes. Form what he saw, nothing was different, other than the fact that Tracy looked a little distracted. Jinn dismissed the notion that it meant anything. She just probably had a headache. Since he was developing one, it wasn’t that big of a deal. It was probably from the heat. Summer was coming and the building didn’t have much in the way of air conditioning.

Jinn’s mind began to wander again. Again, it settled on the subject of the events of the day. He could still feel the sensations of raw strength emanating from Megan’s body, as well as the waves of pure pleasure that rolled out from Stephanie’s body. The thing that he had remembered most, though was the sensations of his hands on Allison’s soft, yet firm breasts with a mountain of iron hard muscle underneath it. He could still remember the sheer feeling of the hardness of her muscles. All three of the girls were unbelievably beautiful, but so far, Stephanie was the most beautiful, with her gargantuan breasts and chiseled body that seemed to be carved out of living marble. Allison did have much better proportions (in other words, larger breasts and muscles), but she lacked the pure beauty that Stephanie had. Also, he probably enjoyed watching Stephanie’s transformation so much more, probably because it was so much more erotic to watch. Allison’s metamorphosis was incredibly erotic as well, but feeling was not nearly as pleasurable as watching someone go through that change in series of positions that a seasoned porn star could not duplicate.

All things considered, he probably should have been a bit more cautious when he had made that wish. Seeing these marvelous alterations in human anatomy, let alone imagining them, was a wonderful experience, but actually experiencing them was turning out to be more painful than glorious. Every time that these girls changed, they got bigger and sexier. Each time that they transformed, he ended up taking more damage than before. The only exception was with Stephanie, but that was probably because she was too preoccupied with pleasuring herself. The only place left that didn’t have at least one bruise on it was probably his head. Maybe his arms too. He really couldn’t tell anymore. Every ache and pain that he had received at the hands of an impossibly muscular giantess had basically melded into one dull ache.

Once again turning his attention from his private reverie, he focused back onto his rapidly deteriorating conversation with Tracy. She looked even worse off now than she did a few seconds ago. Either her headache was really getting to her, or she was starting to get sick. Hopefully it was the former of the two. She finally stopped talking, thankfully, but it was in mid sentence (something about gossip at the school), and that meant that something was seriously wrong. She looked like she was on the verge of swooning into a faint. That simply was not normal. For someone as athletic and outgoing as she is, fainting is all but impossible. Jinn began to suspect that it was more than a simple headache, now. When Tracy opened her mouth, Jinn was afraid that she was going to projectile vomit, or something. Instead, she spoke. Clearly, if not steadily. After pausing to gain some of her lost composure, she said, “I’m sorry, I’m not feeling well all of a sudden. I think that I need to go home and rest for a bit.”

Not waiting for Jinn to respond she got up and started to leave. Unfortunately for her, her dizziness suddenly got the best of her and she stumbled backwards into the chair and, as could be expected, tumbled over it. Now, anyone would be embarrassed by such a ridiculous act. For many people, that embarrassment would quickly turn into anger towards anyone who would dare laugh at them or at the object that caused the embarrassing event. This was no exception.

Tracy’s eyes blazed with and inner fire that was more extreme than anything Jinn had ever seen before. Such a rage was simply unnatural. He had only seen that kind of rage once before, and that was when the steroid freak football star of the school had taken one too many roids. For some reason, everyone at the school knew that he was taking steroids except for the football coach. It was pretty obvious too. He was, however, inevitably caught. Jinn had never before seen someone fly into the kind of rage that the roid freak did when he was finally cut from the team for drug abuse. The guy trashed the coaches entire office (almost everything that could be destroyed was) and nearly killed the coach. Now Jinn could see that monstrous anger in the eyes if one of the most beautiful women (non-muscular of course) that he had ever seen. It was hideous to look upon.

With a rage and power that surprised Jinn, she lifted up her right hand and brought it crashing down upon the overturned chair. The fine wooden chair splintered into thousands of tiny wooden fragments. At the same time, their waiter came in to witness the bizarre spectacle. Shocked at the raw display of power, as anyone else would be he gasped. The noise, soft as it was, drew Tracy’s burning gaze up to the waiter standing in the doorway. The waiter screamed in terror at the monstrous visage that gazed upon him. He instantly bolted out to the restaurant proper screaming about a monster in the back. As he ran through the restaurant, screaming, Tracy let out a inhuman roar of pure, unbridled rage. The waiter, accompanied by the savage roar, was more than enough to send everyone else in the restaurant packing. Even those that were lucky enough to miss the waiter’s antics ran as soon as they heard the roar.

It didn’t take Jinn but a second to know that the burning rage inside of her was a direct result of yet another transformation. Unfortunately for him, Jinn had once again placed himself into a place where the girl was in the way of his only means of escaping. After seeing what her undeveloped body could do to a solid wood chair, he wasn’t that anxious to try to get past her. Suddenly he felt very envious of the waiter.

*******

As soon as Tracy had finished her roar of absolute jaundice, her mind, more or less, resurfaced. She looked down at the chair wondering what had happened. The last thing that she remembered was falling over the chair and then nothing. She looked back at the chair and then the sharply defined muscle of her arm, not yet comprehending what had just happened. Wait! The sharply defined muscles of her arm?! She had never had, nor wanted sculpted muscles, always preferring the slim look of toned muscles. She was becoming a hideous monster! Then the pain started.

*******

Wondering how badly this was going to turn out, Jinn decided to just sit back and enjoy the show. After all, there was nothing that he could do about it. Her scream had finally stopped, and she was now looking and her transfigured arm. Her right arm had begun to alter itself in the split second that it took for it to travel the distance that it took to get to the chair. Apparently, it hadn’t changed since then. Still, Jinn could see each bulge of the muscles in her arm. Then as she gazed upon its new form with a look of utter revulsion, she cried out in pain. This surprised Jinn. Every other transformation had been an incredibly pleasurable experience for the transformed. This seemed to be progressing much differently.

Jinn could easily hear the snapping of the bones and tendons in her right arm as it reshaped itself into a much larger form. It started to grow slowly, but began to swell faster as it got larger. Each individual muscle was growing at its own rate, swelling and twisting, forcing her arm to grow, bend, and jerk in some very awkward directions. Her right sleeve didn’t stand a chance, being ripped to shreds before her arm had really gotten any bigger. Finally, the lengthening stopped, leaving her hands flat on top of the floor. That made the length of her arm about four and a half feet long. In addition to her huge arm, her shoulder now sat like a boulder on top of her arm. Jinn couldn’t understand how she managed to remain upright with all of that weight on one side. Regardless, her left side began to shift soon afterwards.

She screamed in pain again as her left arm tore free of its constricting sleeve, growing to match its twin. Because of how absurdly large her arms had grown compared to the rest of her body, she now resembles a gorilla. Her screams of agony continued as her legs began to shift, one at a time. First her feet began to swell up like balloons. Each foot inflated over twelve sizes before coming to a stop. The change traveled up her legs, causing them to stretch and reshape themselves to accommodate for her soon to be great weight. Her legs stretched and pulled themselves until they were almost six feet long. At this point, her mini-skirt barely covered her ass. Her legs began to tone themselves, until they looked just as they did before all of this happened. Then they went fun-house-mirror on her. She cried out in pain again as all of the muscular tissues in her legs began to reshape themselves, bulging and growing. They continued to swell more and more until her quads were wider that the chair that she had smashed was. This enhanced the illusion of her being a gorilla.

She began to grunt in pain again as her back began to fill out. More crakes and snaps could be heard as her spine stretched her torso taller, until her head brushed against the ceiling. Her back began to spread out, tearing her shirt down the middle of the back, continuing farther from her body until it appeared as though she had wings instead of pure muscle. Now that her back had developed, she could move her arms about. She clutched them to her chest, staring at the inhumanly large muscles. She screamed aloud, “What is happening to me? What have I done to deserve such torture? Why aM I becoming so ugly? Why am I growing? Why am I……….AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!”

She let out another savage roar as her chest began to change. First her abs began to ripple against the shirt. Without warning, the tore through the bottom part of the garment, revealing an incredible eight-pack of abs. Each line on them was shown in stark definition. Each ridge was harder than rock and was about as large as one too. She screamed again as her pecs surged forward, shoving her breasts forward. Before this change, her breasts were bigger than most girls could hope to get. Now they were just tiny. Each pec bulged out, each swelling larger than their table had been. Her shirt was now in tatters, but her bra somehow managed to stay on.

She screamed yet again as her hips began to spread out. Jinn could hear each individual snap as her hips grew into proportion with the rest of her expanding body. She shifted uncomfortably as her ass began to swell first into rounded firmness and then into muscular hardness. This sudden shift destroyed what remained of her skirt and panties.

She gritted her teeth as her neck and her head grew into proportion with the rest of her body, all of her more subtle features becoming more prominent as she continued to grow. Her hair lengthened to her newly formed waist. She began to grunt fiercely as she began to thrust her chest forward. Each thrust forced her now skimpy breasts to bounce and sway. Ever so slowly, they began to swell outwards. First her nipples grew hard and began to poke through her bra. Then, as her nipples became engorged, her areolae spread out to cover a good portion of her breasts. Finally, the actual tit-flesh of her breasts began to engorge. It began to swell slowly at first, but it quickly picked up speed as it increased in size. Before her breasts could inflate to half of their destined size, her bra finally gave in and exploded off of her chest, unleashing her gorgeous tits. They continued to inflate in size until their firm roundness became twice as big as her head. That meant that they were each about the size of a giant beach ball. Not the ones that people play volley ball with, no, the ones that people can’t lift up because they are so awkward to carry. The ones that are about two yards in diameter.

She continued to wear a pained expression as her body finished its growing. Finally, when it was done, she let out one final animalistic roar. Tracy looked around the room, apparently getting used to the new vantage point that she saw things through. Then the twelve foot tall giantess looked down into the eyes of Jinn. Jinn wasn’t sure what it was that he saw in those eyes, but it was in no way, shape, or form the Tracy that he knew. Instead, what he saw was a savage amazon that was looking down on a male. Jinn knew enough about mythology to know how amazons treated males and what was in store for him. Jinn was looking into the face of what would likely be his doom.

*******

Jinn limped away from the restaurant as fast as his injured legs would carry him. Jinn had been bruised and battered in his previous encounters, but not like this. This time, it had almost gone too far. This time, it had almost killed him. He had always heard the saying, “Be careful what you wish for, because it night come true. Every wish has its price.” He had heard this saying ever since he was little. He had heard it so much that he had grown simply sick of it. Now he understood it. He understood it now, because he had found out what the price can be for such a seemingly simple wish. That one, solitary wish had nearly cost him his life.

He knew that no matter how much time passed, he would never forget tonight’s events. He had known that something wasn’t right the instant that she began to change. All of the other girls’ experiences had been the most pleasurable experience that they ever had and probably the most they ever will. With Tracy, though, something had caused her to stray from the norm. The fact that she was experiencing pain should have been the thing that set him running, or panicking at the very least. It was the first sign that things were about to take a dangerous turn for the worst.

Then, when she actually began to change, she grew in height. That was the second thing that should have sent him packing. The other girls had also increased in height, muscle, and breast size, but not to this magnitude. The others had merely been tall for humans in general. Tracy, on the other hand, had become a full fledged giant.

The final thing that should have caused him to run away was the bestial rage that had poured forth from her eyes and been openly expressed in her face. The look of that rage alone would have sent most people running away, screaming, in girlish terror (present subjects of this topic excluded, of course). That alone should have sent him into a blind panic, but it didn’t. Instead, he became enraptured as Tracy’s tortured body twisted and mutated, growing and swelling into a gorgeous giant amazon. Contrary to her hideous transformation, the outcome of her trial was, in his opinion, the most sublime form of beauty.

Jinn could still remember exactly how she looked after she finished transforming. How the lights of the restaurant reflected off of her sweat-slicked body. How each curvaceous ripple of muscle was shown off in stark contrast to the next, giving her a defined look that no bodybuilder, professional or amateur, steroid freak or straight-up trainer, could ever hope to achieve. More than the sheer muscularity, though, the most outstanding feature that she possessed was the unbelievable size of her breasts.

Each mammoth tit was at least as big around as one of her legs, which quite literally were the size of tree trunks. Each one was balanced perfectly on her enormous pecs. The rounded mounds seemed to defy gravity as they simply floated on her chest as if they weighed nothing at all. This was probably related to the fact that her back was now big enough to comfortably seat a large dinner party if she bent over on all fours. He could still vividly see her gargantuan breasts heaving, bouncing up and down on her chest, as her body’s breathing, quickened by her sudden growth spurt, began to slow down. He could still see each quivering striation of her muscular body tremble with the raw power that they now housed.

He could never forget what happened next. She had, more or less, come to, and looked around to get her bearings. She still had that animal-like gleam in her eyes. She looked around, taking in everything around her. Her eyes soon settled on the ruined remains of her clothes. Whatever part of Tracy was left in that bestial body, it recognized that the remains of her incredibly expensive outfit were lying at her feet. It also recognized that she would never destroy something that cost that much. It was at that point that the transformation completed and the last shred of Tracy fled her body. The only thing that remained was the knowledge that she had lost something dear. The only person around was Jinn, an inferior male.

She looked Jinn in the eye, a feral gleam in them. She had lost something dear to her and he was the only person around. This…this…male! This male had dared to do something against her?! This was an outrage. Then everything went red. She flew into him pummeling his much weaker body with all of her rage. She didn’t use all of her strength, though, mostly because she wanted him to suffer. Instead of just having him suffer physically, she had him suffer mentally as well as she threw in a couple of punishing blows with some very erotic implications to them. She wanted to make sure that he never dared to try anything as outrageous as destroying something that his superior held dear. More than just that physical anguish and the mental strain of her erotic punishment, she was trying to crush his spirit by showing how superior she was to him. She wasn’t aware at the time, but that was completely unnecessary.

She continued until her barely controlled movements began to make some serious inroads on her energy. Eventually, she fell asleep, leaving a bruised and battered Jinn to nurse his wounds.

Jinn focused back on the road in front of him, contemplating what had just happened. He had been a relatively handsome boy ever since he had hit puberty. He was proud of his looks. Now, though, he just wanted to curl up in a corner until Judgment Day. He didn’t have to look at his face, or feel it, for that matter, to know that it was now a hideous collection of swollen, blackening bruises. He continued going until he finally had to stop. The convention center right next to his school was in view. He was pretty sure that he could hide from the monster that Tracy had become there.
Just as he got to the convention center, he heard an enormous explosion coming from the direction that he had come from. He knew without a doubt that Tracy had woken up. He bolted into the center, despite the pain from his injured legs. With the doors safely shut behind him, he figured that he was safe. After all, she did not possess any superhuman abilities beyond her strength and size. His wish would not allow for that. It had only allowed for the breast enlargement and the size increase because the genre of female muscle growth included all of those. Any other abilities would be for superhero transformations, and he didn’t wish for that.

He could still hear the crashes from outside. At this point, he couldn’t ell if they were real or figments of his traumatized mind. He ran through the convention center, his mind awhirl with mental images of girls ripping out of their clothes as their bodies grew to muscular perfection. He couldn’t stem the flow of images, and he really didn’t want to. He just didn’t care anymore. He wasn’t really even paying attention to where he was going anymore. He continued running, the images flowing freely through his mind, and burst through another door. This took him to the stage of one of the center’s auditoriums. There he found himself staring at a crowd of shocked women, all of the about his age. He looked over at the center of the stage and saw a large banner. It read “How to Deal With Your Overly-Controlling Personality Seminar”. The images were still flowing through his shocked mind. Suddenly, he realized that he did care. He did want to stop the images. He didn’t want anything else to go wrong. Then he heard the sound of ripping fabric.

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Jinn was snapped out of his reverie as Stephanie began to sexily stride toward him. She began to stroke her flat stomach, eyeing Jinn with an almost bestial hunger. As this gaze settled upon Jinn, he was suddenly reminded of his previous encounter earlier that day. Suddenly, his mind was filled with an overpowering image of Stephanie as a herculean hulk. He quickly pushed that thought out of his mind. He looked over at Stephanie, mainly to occupy his mind with something else. Instead of looking over and seeing a pretty girl that was trying to arouse and have sex with him, he saw a beautiful woman stiffening and arching her back in pure ecstasy.

Uh, oh! This was almost identical to how the transformation from earlier had started. Jinn wasn’t sure how this would turn out, but he absolutely had to stay and find out! He let his eyes wander over Stephanie’s arched body. Just like Megan’s transformation, Stephanie started out with a sudden surge of height. Unlike Megan, though, Stephanie’s feelings of pleasure seemed to be much greater. Instead of her just crying out from the bliss, she was actually driven to her knees from it.

Amidst her cries of ecstasy, she began feeling her slowly changing body. She started with simply caressing her breasts. At first glance, they hadn’t changed at all since the change had started, but Jinn could begin to see the subtle changes. With Megan’s transformation, only thing involved in the transformation was the size and shape of her body. With Stephanie, though, the transformation was much different. Instead of simply size being the notable factor in the change, there was an incredible degree of sensual feelings mixed in. The first thing that had changed with Stephanie was how her already generous breasts were filling out into perfectly rounded mounds of womanly flesh.
Jinn noticed, as her breasts began to actually grow in size, that the more that she changed, the more aroused she became. Her breasts hadn’t been growing for more than one second before her nipples hardened, making a sharp bulge in her ever-tightening shirt. As with Megan, Stephanie’s shirt barely held together as the pressure behind it increased to an almost unimaginable level. Her breasts had grown so much after about twenty seconds that her shirt was stretched to an almost completely see-through state. Jinn couldn’t believe that any piece of fabric could be stretched to that extent without at least one tear.
Suddenly, she arched her back as far as it would go. With her breasts being as swollen as they were, it was an extremely erotic pose. Stephanie gasped as her stomach shuddered. Her once flat stomach was suddenly throbbing and rippling with swelling, shifting muscle. Her stomach, which had just seconds ago had been completely flat and toned, now sported an incredible eight-pack with some incredibly ripped obliques. Slowly, Stephanie dragged her hand down her now chiseled front moaning with the pleasure that the touch evoked.

As she began to cry out from the pleasure, her legs began to shift from toned twigs to muscular stalks. Her calves bulged out, easily forming an inverted heart shape. Her quads and hams also were swollen with obvious power. Her glutes followed suite soon after. Her ass was already firmly rounded from years of careful dieting and exercise. Now it was swelling obscenely with powerful muscle, instantly shredding her shorts. Much to Jinn’s dismay, her underwear stayed intact. She raised each arm, watching them carefully as she flexed each one. As she bent her arms, muscles bean to spring up with unbelievable swells of pure grade-A beef. At first, it was only her forearms that swelled, due to the fact that she balled her fists first. Slowly but surely, though, her biceps pushed up into tight balls of massive muscle. Naturally, to keep her arm supported, her triceps and deltoids swelled accordingly, her shoulders bulging the most noticeably out of the two.

As it was, Stephanie looked absolutely magnificent. Despite this, she continued to grow. Or at least most of her did. Her back muscles and pecs had yet to start. That didn’t last long, though. Her back went first. Throughout the entire ordeal thus far, Stephanie had been arching her back in sexy pose after sexy pose as she went through the carnal throes of the transformation. For the first time since her change began, she leaned forward while clutching her arms to her stomach, stretching out her back. No sooner had she done this that her back virtually exploded with rapidly developing muscle. Amazingly, her shirt had yet to tear. That also didn’t last long. Suddenly, she thrust her bounteous chest forward. Ever so slowly, her pecs pressed forward, increasing the already enormous pressure that was pushing against her shirt. Her cries of pleasure began to increase in both tempo and volume as her sensitive nipples rubbed against her continuously tightening shirt. Finally, with a loud grunt of what sounded like a mixture of pleasure and relief, her shirt literally exploded off her with a thunderous crack that seemed to split the very air.

As the shreds of her shirt fell to the floor, Jinn got an amazing look at Stephanie’s ample cleavage as well as a pretty good look at her now massive muscular structure. Jinn was fascinated at how the sheen of sweat that now coated her showed off every cut and swell of her beautiful body. Jinn simply could not get enough of seeing this awesome sight before him. He gazed at the sweat slicked goddess before him as Stephanie began to massage her entire body once again. Her breasts, before the metamorphosis, had been a
healthy c-cup. Now they were, at the very least, a freakish triple-d! Each of her muscles had expanded at least twice as far as most people’s natural limits would allow them to, and yet she suffered absolutely no ill effects as far as her agility and movement was concerned.

Jinn watched, awestruck as her nimble hands began to explore her beautiful new body. First she began to caress her breasts, reveling in the feeling of the firm orbs against her hands. She began to play with her tits, massaging and kneading them, increasing the heights of pleasure that she felt. She soon after moved onto her newly formed muscles. She was immediately enthralled with the feeling of the silky-smooth flesh on top of iron hard muscle. The feeling was obviously addictive, since that with every touch, Stephanie began to feel herself with even more force than before. It wasn’t long before she had completely forgotten the outside world and completely enmeshed in her own little world of pure physical pleasure.

Jinn couldn’t help but stare as this marvel of human physiology went from simple touching and feeling to outright masturbation, completely oblivious to the fact that there was someone else with her in the room. Finally, Jinn snapped out of his astonished state. At that same instant, Jinn also remembered what had happened when Megan had gone through this very transformation. At that moment, he had a sudden epiphany. Stephanie was at least twice as big, now, as Megan was when she transformed. Assuming that her increase of size versus density and strength were identical to each other, then that would mean that Stephanie was at least three times as strong as Megan! That meant that if Stephanie were to snap out of her self-induced trance, she could do some real damage to him.
Deciding that it would be worth missing her climax to get out of range, Jinn opened up the window and climbed down to the ground. The last thing that Jinn saw before he was completely out of view was Stephanie, in a fit of carnal lust, ripping off
what was left of her clothing as well as her panties. Good Lord! He was going to be sorry to miss this!

When Jinn reached the ground, Stephanie still had not climaxed. This meant that he still had some time to get away without any consequences. Not wanting to waste a second, in case she felt a need to find him, which was more than likely, Jinn ran to the end of the neighborhood. Without looking back, he ran for the next two blocks to get as far away as possible. Suddenly, Jinn heard an earth-rending roar of pleasure as the mightily muscled behemoth reached a climax. That was over three blocks away, and he could still hear it clearly! It was followed about three minutes later by another roar of pleasure. He was now over four blocks away and that last scream was heard more clearly than the first! This was getting ridiculous! Deciding that tarrying wasn’t the best idea, Jinn continued running until, at long last, the primal screams vanished from hearing.

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Jinn had been running for about fifteen minutes now. Hey finally judged that he was far enough away to be safe. That was now two female juggernauts! This was both a-dream-come-true and nuts at the same time! What was going on? None of the transformations took place until he had imagined it happening to the girls that he was talking to, so that meant that he was the cause. What could possibly be causing it? In all

of the FMG stories that he had read in the past always had a logical cause, if not a reasonable one. Usually it was some kind of potion or a drink. Sometimes it was even a perfume. This time though, it had to be something else. If only he could clear his mind to think! Suddenly, it came to him! In many more FMG stories, a wish was that start of the ensuing changes! Now he remembered! It was the coin! He had wished on that coin that he would have the ability to do this!

Now that he understood why things were happening the way that they were. Since he now understood what was happening, he realized that he could easily control when it had happened. Jinn glanced at his watch. It looked like he still had six hours to spend time at the arcade. Forcing the thoughts of growing girls and mutating muscle out of his head, he continued on to the mall.

The rest of his trip went on without any other incident, although he did hear something on the news as he passed a TV shop about a giant female causing massive damage on may pieces of privately owned property. Still, he had put all of the day’s previous events behind him. Finally, he had arrived. At long last, he was finally at the mall.

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Jinn stepped into the gloom of the arcade slowly, letting his eyes adjust comfortably. Once his eyes were adjusted enough, Jinn surveyed the arcade for any competition for any of the most popular games. Strangely, the arcade was almost completely deserted. This would be normal for a weekday, bu not for a Saturday. Jinn’s eyes continued to adjust as he made his way deeper into the Holy Land of the Geeks. Finally, Jinn’s eyes were adjusted enough to see all the way to the back of the arcade, where the Dance-Dance Revolution machine was. Sure enough, there was a small crowd of people there.

DDR was probably the only thing that kept Jinn in shape. He played the thing so much that he actually managed to keep his body completely toned for years. His skill on it was almost legendary in the arcade. As he made his way to the platform, he heard whispers to either side. This was hardly out of the ordinary. More than a few of the regulars knew the kind of moves that Jinn could easily pull off. When he finally reached the platform, the last match was just finishing. Again, as usual, there was a waiting list for those that wanted to play. However, when everyone noticed that Jinn was there, he was immediately let up onto the stage. For the next four hours, Jinn played against person, after person, after person, until he could barely lift his feet anymore. Aside from his moves, he was also well known for his almost inhuman endurance. Finally, the last person left the arcade.

Jinn wiped away the sweat that beaded his brow as he stepped off of the platform. As he got down, the only on-duty employee approached him. “Jinn,” said a soft female voice, “it’s almost closing time. You did remember that we close early on Saturdays, didn’t you.” Jinn turned around, only to look down into the clear green eyes of a diminutive young woman.

Jinn quickly stepped back, alarmed at the incredibly close proximity of the person in front of him. When he was able to focus his eyes on the lady in front of him, he recognized her immediately. She was a very nice brunette who was in a majority of his classes. This girl, just like every other that he had met today, also had a crush on him. This one, though, Jinn didn’t mind at all. With Megan, it was an extremely embarrassing relationship, and with Stephanie, he could never get comfortable with how blunt she could get. With this girl, though, it was much different. This girl, Allison Richards, was a very quiet girl. That was the best way to describe her. She was quiet. Everything about her was quiet, not just the way that she talked. She never wore anything to attract attention, she was never loud, she never acted in a way to draw attention to herself, and she also tended to blend into the wallpaper of any room that she went into. She was hardly forgetful, though, if you bothered to notice her. She was an incredibly kind person. She even held a belief that everyone in the world should feel happy and feel loved, no matter what, and she often acted in a manner towards that goal.

Obviously, that goal is a chimera. That, however did not deter her from that course. Sometimes she wanted to reach it so bad, that she would throw all inhibitions to the wind and do whatever it took to make someone happy. Most of the time, the people that meet her are touched by her deep devotion to her ideal and don’t usually take advantage of her. If someone wanted to, though, it wouldn’t be much of a challenge. Because Jinn knew that Allison liked him, and since Allison was not entirely unpretty, he had been tempted more than once to manipulate her devotion to her ideal in order to get her t have sex with him. He had, of course resisted the urge thus far.

Jinn looked down into the eyes of the four foot eleven woman standing in front of him. “Yes, Allison, I know. I come here all too often for me to not know. What I didn’t know was that you worked here. How long have you been working?” Contrary to the other two girls that he had seen today, Jinn actually liked this one and didn’t mind striking up a genuine conversation with her. “I haven’t been working here very long, Jinn. I just started this week. You need to get out now though, I’ve got to close up the arcade. Once the door is locked, it won’ open until seven o’clock tomorrow.” Jinn shrugged, not surprised in the least that she would adhere to the rules so tightly. “Okay, Allison, I understand, although I would like to make a purchase or two at the counter. Is that alright?” Allison bit her lower lip, as she so often did when she was considering breaking the rules. She kept thinking for another minute, before coming to a decision. “Okay, Jinn, you can do it. I have to seal up the front door, so you’ll have to go out the back with me when I’m done. Okay?”
“That’s fine. I don’t have any problems with that. By the way, do you know what time it is?” Allison glanced down at the watch that she was wearing, which had the logo of the arcade on its face. “It’s about five o’clock, why?”

“Oh, I have an appointment later tonight at seven. It’s no big deal.” Allison let it go after that. As they made their way over to the counter, Jinn’s mind began to wander. First his mind drifted to the counter in front of him, and the clothes and other similar merchandise in front of him. After that, it wafted to the girl standing in front of him. He had never really noticed before, but she had a surprisingly curvaceous for, despite her small size. As Jinn continued to study the woman that walked in front of him, he suddenly noticed how trim she was. He could tell be the defined, toned look that her arms had. She must be working out pretty hard, most likely to impress him. Seeing the defined look in her arms sparked a memory of the events earlier in the day. Suddenly, the same image that had popped into his head just before Stephanie’s transformation did so again, but with Allison’s face instead. Jinn forced that thought from his mind, hoping beyond hope that nothing was about to go wrong. So far, there was no indication that his mental image had started anything that resemble the previous two events. Allison just kept walking with him to the back of the store where the counter was.

Jinn breathed out a sigh of relief. He wouldn’t have to deal with the stress of another transformation again. His thought ended abruptly, as a loud snap cracked through the air. Surprised, Jinn looked around, trying to find out where the noise had come from. Finally, his eyes settled on something on the ground. It was Allison’s watch. At first, Jinn was puzzled, first because it had fit her so loosely earlier and second because it was a nice watch, so she would not have willingly broken it. Slowly, it dawned on him what had happened. The watch had snapped off of her wrist because her wrist was suddenly too thick for it to go around. Immediately understanding what this implied, Jinn reached forward to touch Allison, who was no longer moving forward.

At his touch, she stiffened suddenly. Jinn immediately snatched his hand away. The milliseconds that it had touched, though were more than enough to feel hard muscle where it shouldn’t be hard a all. As soon as Jinn had retracted his hand, Allison spun around to face him, her green eyes ablaze with an inner fire. “Touch me again.” The statement was not a request. Jinn didn’t have to hear the tone that she used to understand what was about to transpire. He was trapped in a closed in room with only one way out until seven o’clock in the morning. If he had any other options, he didn’t know about them.

Obediently, Jinn reached forward to put his hand on her shoulder. Before his hand was even halfway there, Allison snatched his hand and forced him to put it on her breast. At the touch, she began to moan with carnal ecstasy. Jinn’s arm was pulled up higher, slowly, as her frame stretched and twisted her body until she was almost seven feet tall. At this point, he breasts were eye-level with Jinn. Jinn’s arms were still being held against her tits, when he felt something. It wasn’t that noticeable at first, but soon became distinctive. Aside from her nipples feeling painfully hard through her shirt against his skin, he could actually feel the expanding tissue of her breasts. He could feel every sexual shudder in her body as her bust shifted from small and flaccid to large and firm. He could feel each individual fiber of her shirt being pulled across her swelling mammary glands much to her ever growing pleasure. Along with Allison, Jinn began to revel in the feeling of the growing, swelling mounds of flesh. Jinn could hardly believe how firm and yet soft they were. Slowly, Jinn went from just leaving his hands on her beasts to actually feeling, fondling, and kneading them. Jinn started doing it slowly at first, but quickly began to do it faster and faster, with more and more force the entire time. As Jinn’s movements picked up the tempo, so did Allison’s cries of ecstasy, each one louder and with more force than the last. Strangely, her shirt didn’t tear, despite how much pressure was being put on her shirt, both from outside and inside.

As the rest of Allison’s body began to go through the metamorphosis, Jinn’s hands began to move elsewhere. During the previous two encounters, the muscles in the chest were the last to develop. In this one, though, they were the first. Jinn could feel them swelling and hardening underneath Allison’s bulbous breasts as he kneaded them. Jinn gasped as they grew large enough to begin tearing her shirt. Each time her shirt tore, Jinn could feel Allison shudder. Her back expanded at almost the same time as her chest did. As soon as Jinn noticed it, his hands were working their way up and down the rocky contours of her back. With each motion, both Jinn’s and Allison’s breathing quickened, moving into a rhythmic pattern with the increasing force and speed of their movements. Jinn’s hands moved down to caress her ass as it swelled with muscle. Continuing his trip south, Jinn began to feel her now toned legs. The incredible firmness of her legs slowly shifted into diamond-like hardness as the muscle within them began to bulge out, giving her smooth legs incredible definition. The pants that she was wearing slowly tore as her legs continued to increase in size.

Jinn could also begin to feel the changes in her arms, as the warm, pulsating flesh that was being pushed up against him began to shift from firm to ridiculously hard. He could feel each and every surge in size as her arms began to press into him. His hands moved up to massage her newly formed biceps, only to encounter a solid wall of flesh that was harder than anything the he had ever felt before. He tried to press into the massive muscle, but he couldn’t even make a dent.

Allison threw her head back, letting out a feral roar of pure carnal pleasure. Her body continued to swell, completely shredding the rest of her clothing. She dropped Jinn instantly to shed the tattered remains of her clothes. As soon as she had done so, Jinn could finally see Allison in her full massive glory. She flexed all of the muscles in her body, one by one, getting a feel for the incredible strength that was now coursing through her. After giving her body a quick look-over, she let her sights fall down onto Jinn, quite literally, given how tall she had become.
Letting out a husky laugh, she advanced on Jinn giving him an ample view of her massive body. Aside from her increase in height, she was also more massive the Stephanie had turned out to be. Jinn knew that this could end up leaving in some serious pain, but that glimmer of reason was nothing but a barely audible voice in the back of his head. Jinn’s thoughts were completely clouded by the last few minute’s events. Jinn stood transfixed as Allison reached for him.

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It sounds like a good idea to me. The only thing that I have reservations about is merging the boards that are specific to certain types of growth. Even with an abbreviation system, I think that it would get too confusing. Whatever you decide is your choice, Lingster, but I would leave the fiction and art sections alone for the moment.

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Once again, those are some great morphs. And once again, my preference is for the second one.

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Another great morph.

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I have to agree with everyone else. I like the second one best. Regardless of my personal preference, both of the morphs are great.

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Another amazing story! I could have gone without the belly swelling, but other than that, the story was unbelievable.

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Some more very nice finds. Keep it up!

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That's a pretty nice pic. As for what kind of character she would be, I'd probably make her a heroine. As for the story, I would center it around ninjas. I noticed that she was waering the same kind of headband that you see in the Naruto series.

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And it also is not bandwagon patriotism when you have family memebers or know anyone who worked there. I actually had family that worked there. Thankfully, my uncle broke his leg in a sports-related accident and couldn't make it in that day.

And also, what you are calling "bandwagon pariotism", Muffin Man, is a simple psychological reaction to the massive tragedy that appeals to the hearts of many people. In one way or another, everyone was affected by it, much like how it was with Pearl Harbor. You say that Pearl Harbor has been forgotten, but it hasn't Pearl harbor was not part of this generation, so it doesn't have the same imapct when you talk about it as it did during WWII. Those that were alive at that time probably remember it as acutely as I remember 9/11. Also, with Pearl Harbor, we had a tangable, identifiable enemy that we could focus our anger on. As such, when we basically blew the shit out of Japan (no offense meant to the Japanese, I'm just being blunt), most people felt a sense of closure. A sense of a wrong righted. Basically, they felt that those that lost their lives at Pearl Harbor had been avenged. In this case, though, there was no tangable enemy. We knew that they were terrorists, we knew that they were led by Osama bin Laden, and we knew that we had to fight back. As a result, we waged a war against Afghanistan and then Iraq, and possibly onto more countries, if the rumors hold true. Despite having attacked two countries and destroying the governments that they had, we still do not feel that sense of closure, possibly a reason behind the hostile feelings felt by many concerning the continuation of the fighting in the Middle East. It's because this enemy, dubbed Terrorism, does not have a single face and can move from country to country silently.

It is probably through a combination of these things that you probably feel the way that you do. But think, imagine what almost everyone felt when they saw the footage of the towers falling that day, five years ago. I'm sure that you felt it too. A feeling of shock, possibly rage, that someone would dare to destroy not only something so simple yet potent as a symbol held dear, but that they would dare to attack and kill so many individuals who have not wronged our agressors in any way up to that point. These people were victims who had families, friends, and other loved ones. These victims cannot be avenged as quickly or cleanly. There will be no closure in the near future, if at all, unless people cling together to fight back or at least support what little can be done.

Maybe you're right. Maybe it is "bandwagon patriotism". But maybe it's not. Cirlces of friends ever expand outwards, always overlapping over each other, creating a vast network that information and feelings are passed upon. What affects one person could easily end up affecting others, creating a ripple effect. Of course, the bigger the splash, the farther the ripple goes. So think for a second, is there anyone that you know that might have been affected directly by this one event? If not, what about people that they know? The point is that it could easily affect people that you would never suspect until it does.

So stop being so cynical and open your eyes to what other people think and feel. Look at them not with contempt, annoyance, or frustration for a concept that you feel is ridiculous. Was it so ridiculous to react the same way to the disaster of Pearl Harbor? What about the Holocaust? What about so many other atrocities that affect different people of different nationalities and cultures? The point is that there is nothing wrong with this kind of reaction. Even if it is only temporary, it still brings comfort to those that need it.

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