[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

Also, this was meant to be posted before, but has anyone yet discovered what the title Novus Machina means and implies.

It is hoped that you do.

Please, post your conjectures.

Peace

The Pimp NeonBlack

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

I especially love the language usage, it reminds me of reading late 19th century literature. Really quite refreshing in a way when compared to todays English.

Thank you, dear Vic.

The Pimp has real many novels that are now deemed "Classiques" over the long years of This Life, so it is only natural that some shall have transfurred from one form to the other.

Besides, there is a thing more elegant and eloquant in their decidedly dated modes of speech than in ours.

You may also note that the narrator or the piece believes himself to be an author of some talent and reput, so it is natural for him to adopt a very novelistic and classic fashion to his tone when he speaks of a tale.

Thank you again for your commentary.

Peace

The Pimp NeonBlack

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

AL: a reply has been made to you on the Wreck Shop forum.

Corwprode: thank you for your kind commentary. You are a loyal friend and admire in the matter of my’s scribblings, so to thee I’s give my’s utter thanks -as to all who take pleasure in my’s words.

Thank you all for your kind comments. They touch this blackened heart so tenderly. But in truth, I’s am not enamoured with this tale. I’s find too many (personal) faults lie within that displease. So much more I’s wanted to write but could not find the words. Too many ideas I’s wished to combind but could not. Oh, well. They are but a Fool’s lament. They matter not to I if you all found pleasure within. So thank you fondly for your words.

Peace

The Pimp NeonBlack

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

We all stood in shock and awe.

Unwilling or unable to comprehend what we had all just witness.

I think Satomi was most in shock at what had happened. As she just keep staring as she moved her freshly hewn limbs before her stunned onyx eyes. But her puzzlement quickly gave way to pleasure as she brought her ham thick arms up before her and pulled them back into a flex that must been at least (by my guessing) twenty inches around. In turn, she flexed her abdominals and thighs, admiring their new mass and density. She laughed as she cupped her new breast, at least now equal at a double or triple D cup, awaking her long dark nipples with the caress.

“‘Subarashi’!” she exclaimed, in her native tongue. “‘Odorokubeki!’”. Fantastic! Amazing! Those were the words she muttered as her hands were drawn down her chest, raking her rigid abdominals, until they clasp her now rounded backside. A thing few women of her race can claim to have.

In my stunned state, I felt Ravena tug upon my collar.

“Keep, you better come to The Vault,” she whispered, her voice hushed with awe. “I’ve gotta show ya what I found out bout them lads Packy got his stuff off.”

“OK,” was all I muttered, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene before me.

The Vault was not so as it was named. It had originally been intended as both an underground storage unit and living quarters if the events of The Crash got too out of hand. So, in spite of it’s name, The Vault was extremely well ventilated and had ample access to outside light and air. Ravena had made her home in the largest of the living quarters, ridding herself of the intend cramp communal lifestyle it had been intended for. She had alway set up a massive bank of computer systems down her, the ventilation and cement walls keeping them very much cooled, with which she ran a myriad of legal, semi-legal and downright illegal operations -such as making sure that all the electricity that The Place consumed went unnoticed by the Power Company, as well as other similar ventures. I had long known of her involvement in an underground Computer Network which engage in anti-corporate activities, but that mattered not to I, not since I saw the true Corporate face unfold my father and I during The Crash. Though many tried to link The Crash and the chaos that surrounded it to Ravena’s cmputer bound friends but I knew they were not involved and what had truly happened in those Times, but that was neither here nor there.

I had other issues to attend to. Namely the Asian Amazon who was now upstairs and how I would go about explaining what happened to cause such a transformation to her father.

“’Ere, take a squize at this,” Ravena said, pulling me down to the computer. “This is all the stuff me mates in The Realms could come up with about Ouroborus Enterprises. Take a gander and let us know what you think.”

But I didn’t need to ‘take a gander’. I knew the story all too well.

Ouroborus Enterprises was a company that specialised in high technology experiments -namely machines and techniques to facilitate genetic manipulations as well as other ventures in robotics and the like- that had become insolvent during The Crash and had been forced to sell everything, including all experimental and unfinished devices, to pay back their creditors-cum-corporate loansharks. Much of it had ended up as scrap. I could see why someone would think P.R. would be interested in obtaining such things.

“Did you discover anything about the device that Satomi touched?” I asked, creaking and grinding as I stood. “What it is? Who made it? That sought of thing?”

“Got a few names and numbers off the boys,” Ravena told me, brushing back her Medusaed coiffeur. “Even found the machine in their research storage papers, but not what it does.”

“Well, find the one who invented it,” I told her, wrathfully. “I want them here ASAP! I don’t what you do or say -I don’t care if you have to resort to death threats- I want them here to answer questions. Understand?”

“Of course, Keep,” Ravena replied, hastily pulling up her giant workchair. “I’ll find the sod who did this.”

“No,” I muttered, wearily. “We know which sod did this, I want the sod who made that infernal machine.”

Ravena laughed to herself as she began her task, singing soft as sweetly to herself as she did so. Pausing on once to say: “Get Mousy to bring me down a pot of black, huh, Keep? Gonna be a long night! Lotta work to do.”

Then she returned to her song, but I didn’t catch the tune, as I slowly creaked and lumbered away, the grating and grinding of my joints irritating me no end.

I returned to the floor of The Place as swiftly as my battered legs would allow, only to find the Lounge Room devoid of those whom I had left here. With a sigh, I shook my head, knowing full well we they would be in a situation like this. And there they were. In The Space. The Mouse hid behind me as soon as I entered, her trembling as she held the back of my robes quivered me greatly. Niche stood a little away from the door. A look of shocked bemuse meant staining her face. Whilst Pack Rat was afar across The Space, standing in front of a junk pile as if he were it’s sovereign protector. For he might as well has been, for the destruction the much altered Satomi was reigning upon his precious scrap was too great for his simplistic mind to fathom.

A pile of twisted refuse sat broken at her much enlarged feet, as she effortless bent and writhed a foot thick girder with her bare hands.

“Luku a-tu me, Jefuri,” she exclaimed, as she dropped her latest piece of destruction on top of the others. “So bigu! So storongu!”

Satomi’s strength had made her bolder, but she was still the only person to called P.R. by his natural name -Geoffrey.

She covered her mouth as she giggled, one of her few cultural hang ups, before she reached for another piece of scrap, much to the utter horror of P.R.

“HIROKI!” I bellowed, in as close a fashion as her father used to use. I then spouted all the Japanese phrases about how she should be ashamed and the like that I could remember.

Even though she apprantly had the strength to rend me asunder at will, her yellow cheeks turned vermillion and she stared ashame at her feet. It was at that moment I thanked the Gods and the Guilt Complexes her father had installed in her from such a young age. I then instructed her to go and ‘cover her shame’, so to speak, and told Niche to give lend of some of her clothes to Satomi -not even knowing if they would fit. Once they had gone, I remember walking over to P.R. and clasping his shoulder firmly beneath my leather gloves, before I gave a gesture of understand and condolence, before I strode back to Mouse and said: “Best we leave. Give him time to mourn.”

So much was there to worry about that I was glad that Ravena was truer than her word, for within half an hour of me assigning her the task, the inventor of the Alienoid Device had arrived by Flyer at The Pace.

I was not unpleasantly surprise to find that the inventor was one Professor Constance Ustance -a woman who’s work was known to my mind from the days of my father- so I found it easy, as well as pleasing, to speak with her.

“So,” I said, as we strode the night-bathed Garden. “What is it?”

“Strictly speaking,” she replied, in her croaky, aged voice. “It’s an Organic Mass Enhancer.”

“A what?” I asked, stooping to pluck a weed.

“An Organic Mass Enhancer,” she repeated, with patience usually void in a scientists temperament when having to explain to layman such as I. “O.M.E. Basically, it was designed to increase the mass of plants and livestock to produce a greater yield in flesh.”

“But?”

“But we never got around to full testing and production,” she sighed and pinched her nose. “The Crash made sure of that.”

I gave a noise of understanding and asked: “How is it meant to work?”

“You know those two antenna-like devices?” she asked, I nodded my reply. “Well, they are attached to subject -a cow, pig or some such other animal- or planted within soil like this,” she pointed to the vegetable patch we now stood before. “As a conduit to channel the machine’s energy to stimulate growth in size, musculature and/or general flesh with the aim of making a larger product for the market.”

“What about humans?” I asked, tossing peddle amongst the vegetables. “What is it meant to do to us?”

“Well, if the setting are fixed correctly,” she muttered, staring up at the reddened night-sky. “The same thing that it should do to the cow or pig -make them grow bigger and stronger. But that was all just theory.”

“You’ve seen Satomi,” I uttered, testily. “I would conclusively say it’s no longer a theory, Professor.”

Again, she sighed and concurred.

“But is it meant to happen so slowly?” I asked, turning back towards The Place, swing my pained legs slowly. “And be so painful.”

“No,” she replied. “It’s quiet quick and relatively painless. My only explanation is that the O.M.E. wasn’t fully charged -it takes a lot of power to run, you know?- and that the delayed effect was because it had to feed of the bodies own energy reserves before it could come to full effect. Luckily the O.M.E. is only effective one. So the young lady won’t be growing any larger. But that is the only explanation I can give. Sorry.”

“Hhmmm. . . It matters not,” I replied, with a dismissive waving of my hand. “The damage has been done I’m afraid. Though the question remains as to what we do with the Device now? Obviously, we cannot keep it here -lord knows what might happen! So, that only leaves us with one alternative and that is return it to the rightfully owner. Thus being you.”

“Thank you,” she replied, graciously. “But that will have to wait until tomorrow. My transport cannot hope to carry it back with me now. I shall sent someone to fetch it on the morrow.”

“Then we are in accord,” I said, extending my hand. “You shall your Device back so you can continue your research and we here shall be the beneficiaries of said research, both intellectually and financially? After the initial investment that myself and Mr. Satomi would be willing to make into this Project, that will ultimately benefit all of mankind.”

I could see that she was a little taken aback by this, but she was an intelligent woman and quickly saw she had no true choice in the matter. I held all the cards: She needed the Device back but she also needed the financial backing that only a ‘Zaibatsu’ like Satomi Kozo’s could provide, under my direction of course. So, she accepted both my hand and my offer, as her Flyer swept over The Place and came into land on the cement parking lot by which we stood.

“Thank you, Mr Ontarra,” she said, over the whine of the Flyer’s turbines. “I knew your father and was sad to hear of his passing. He was a noble man and I am sure that he would be glad to see the man you have become. But I am surprise to see you thus, especially after all I had from my colleagues concerning you condit. . .”

But I silenced her final words by signalling her readiness for departure to her pilot, who grabbed her and fastened her in before she could finish her utterance. That was close as I ever got to hating a person, when they tried to speak the unspeakable.

I watched the Flyer’s departure, thinking the bitterest thoughts but shutting them out as I turned back towards The Place. It was then that I noticed, crouching in the shadow of a wilted tree, The Mouse. I never would consider this an odd action from, knowing her nature as I thought I did, but upon reflection, I should have had my suspicions.

They were confirmed when I awoke drowsy later in the night, still well before the on set of Dawn and Aurora’s calling.

My body felt deadened, though I was not a stranger to such sensations, this was not my usual feeling. I peered at the cup that I still clasp as I lay sprawled, impotent, across my bed and knew what had transpired instantly.

My drink had been spiked with one of The Mouse’s many sedatives, no doubt, but to what end? Why would she, or any of the others, do this? What could they every hope to achieve by such action? And then all the events of the hours so darkly past, especially concerning Satomi’s transformation and my conversation with Professor Ustance in the Garden, came flooding back to me. It was then, at that moment, I truly knew that I had bene drugged by The Mouse and what she intended to do. Had she not been listening, as quietly as was her nature, to what The Professor had said to me? Yes, I now knew her intentions and I new she could not achieve them along. She would need assistance and it was amply obviously whom it would be.

I struggled to get to by beleaguered feet, but luckily my limbs were programmed for such an eventuality and hoisted my benumbed torso off my scattered bed. I lurched stoically from out The Loft and ambled down the 5 flights of stairs (connecting the 4 levels of The Place) until I slammed onto the solid cement of the Ground Floor. With all the effort of Atlas, I struggled to my feet and pushed on towards The Space, knowing what to expected if I was too late -‘if’ I was too late!

But, unfortunately, I was met by a barrier, a military mesh that P.R. had unearthed some months earlier and thus proved to be nearly unbreakable by human hands. Beyond the three unchanged ladies stood around the humming O.M.E., obviously they had been waiting for it to fully charge whilst I had been unconscious, but they had the foresight to install the mesh in case of my sudden awakening. I could see P.R. sitting upon his Throne of Junk -the true incarnation ‘Gomi-sama’, Lord of Junk- ineffectual in all his supposed power and glory, his eyes filled with muted despair. Whilst Satomi stood beside him, sensually caressing his shoulder. I knew in my heart that he would not be doing this willing and it did not take Plato to understand what coercion they would have used in order to gain his cooperation. That may have been the only time that I ever cursed my friends compulsions. I regret it now but things are always said in the heat of the matter. He always understood this though he would never forgive himself his own weakness.

Niche, Ravena and Mouse all stood around the Device. I knew for what purpose The Mouse was, but for the life of me I could not fathom the reason the other two stood thus, ready to be transmuted into seemingly different beings. What ploys and coercion did Mouse employ to gain their trust and help. The promise of power, rejuvenation and a great physically? In the end, I never asked their motivations. I let it lie with the notion that they were temporary blinded by the excitement and possibility of the New and the Different. That was enough to satisfy me.

I watched with impotent and rage and horror as Niche and Ravena each took hold of an antenna and held it fast for what seemed like an enternity -though it was less than a heart beat as the surges of the Device coursed through their flesh. With muted screams they released then antennae and waited for the Change to occur. It took mere moments for it to happen, as Professor Ustance said it would with a fully charged machine. Their skin shook and bubbled as had Satomi’s, but their’s was far more energetic than her’s had been. In mere moments their muscles were budding and bubbling beneath their clothes -which I thought they would have had enough foresight to remove, unless that was part of the thrill of The Change.

The shoulders of Niche’s yellow dress was the first to slipt in a show of floral material, quickly followed by the sleeve of Ravena’s mesh shirt, chased soon after by the tearing of the bust of her bodice. Unlike Satomi, they revealed in their transformation. Flexing and turning as they grew, heightening the pleasure they obviously felt at the process. Ravena’s boot’s slipt around her calf as she fishnet were rendered useless by her thickening thigh. Niche had to use her hands to tear away the remains of the dress with still hung around her wait, merely to look at the cut of legs, which I tried to muse at -despite my situation- because of the ample nature of her new bust. The Change was over quickly and how revelry did they take in their new forms.

Neither had truly grown in height, but in muscle they were equal measure with Satomi. Though Niche’s body, formed fore by the rigours of work and excise, was by far more cut than the other two, making her definition far more pronounced than her companions.

They laughed as they flexed each new muscle as best they could, but their ignorance of such a practice was obvious and it was more blatant that they had other wishes to fulfil with their newly created forms. They eyes the piles of metal around them almost lustfully but when they attempted to approach them, a thing occurred that none of us expected to happen: P.R, was moved to passion.

“NO!” he screamed, in a voice that would shake Hades himself. “YOU CANNOT HAVE THEM!”

He had moved to stand with such force that he knocked Satomi from off the Throne-rise. So taken aback by his action, the ladies near fell over themselves to get away when he did rush at them. Thus it proved that new forms cannot blunt old fears. Although The Mouse would try to prove us all false in that matter, as she took hold of both antennae and held on for dear life, as tyrannical power surged through her veins.

She held on for so long that her transformation began to take place whilst she still gripped the Device, enhancing its effect beyond all reckoning. The surges of power ripped all shreds of clothing as she rapid grew, expanding in all directions. Her height had come rapidly dire as she shoot upwards with bestial screams. Her muscle took on proportions that no creature, let alone a human, should possess. So afeared for her safety and well-being, I did a thing I vowed I would never do, but I had no choice. I would gladly give my very soul for the sake of a friend as true as her.

I knew I had to overload the Device somehow and thus I willed it.

A sheering bolt of blue cut through the mesh and struck the machine, frying it internally -part of me hoped beyond repair. The Device had halted it mutation of Mouse but the experience had utterly drained me. I collapsed onto my hands and knees. The horrid stench of burnt leather filling my nostrils.

But The Mouse merely laughed as if it was a roar. In my delirium, I must have mused upon that -‘The Mouse that roared’. But this was no time for quaint musing, even in my present state of weakened frenzy, it was the last thing I should be doing. For the Device had made a beast of my friend!

She now towered above us all at a staggering seven feet tall. Her legs were literally thick as tree trunks, cut and corded. Her abdominals were a brick wall, on top of which two basket balls that were her breasts. Her arms, lateral muscles and deltoids were so thick and full that she had difficulty in moving. She gave her arms a might flex to what would have added up to a circumference of over thirty inches but, due to her imposing height, this all looked almost in proportion. She tensed triumphantly, rippling from head to toe, before letting out a quaking peal of laughter.

“Glorious!” she did roar. “This is even greater than I ever dreamed or imagined.”

Began to caress her new flesh, almost gloating over her achievement.

“Now I can finally get vengeance over all who ever vexed me,” she continued. “All those who ever hurt me, belittled me, despised me. Oh, how I shall make them suffer for they made me suffer.”

As she babbled and bragged, my strength returned. I propped myself up and then prompted my legs to stand. I knew I had one card but it was Ace upon a Two.

“And who are those who vex, my dear?” I asked, lurching and limping towards her. “Are we countered amongst those? Do you wish vengeance upon us for what we may have done to you? Will you hurt us? Will you even kill us? And how we hope to stop you if you did. You are all-powerful now! We would be but flies against your mightiness.”

As I had hoped, my words had abated her wrath and tears now stung her eyes.

“No,” she wailed. “No. I love you, Ezekial. I love you all. I could never hurt you. Never!”

“But you shall,” I retorted, willing my body fully erect. “By hurting others, you shall be hurting us. And how can we love you after that? How can we love you knowing that you willing harmed others? No matter the reason. No matter how noble, how righteous you think you shall be. You shall be doing ill unto others. Vengeance amounts to nothing. No matter who you spin it. Vengeance is ultimately hollow and shall bring back nothing but regret.”

“No,” she sobbed, all ecstasy now broken from her soul. It was a dirty gambit but the only I had left to play. May the Devil take me if I was wrong, for nothing else could save us.

“Yes,” I replied. “That is how it shall be.”

Now her sadness overwhelm her and she took off in flight. Through the open back door that P.R. must have been planning to shift the Device through before the ladies accosted him with their proposal. She was faster than I excepted, her natural swiftness greatly augmented by the power of the O.M.E. but still had to attempt to halt her. For her own good if nothing else -the last justification of desperate man.

“I’m going to stop her,” I told the others, as bravely as I could. “If I’m not back, contact Professor Ustance and let her know what has happened. Maybe she can find a way to reverse the effects if I fail.”

“But you’ll never catch her!” Niche protested. “She’s going as fast as a truck! She even tore a hole in the door as she run out.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I remembered muttered, before the promise: “I’m going to get her back, no matter what.”

The ladies all looked at me, faces painted dumbfounded and despairing, but I caught P.R.’s pained eyes and gave him a nod of understanding.

“Be careful, Ezekial,” he muttered, almost a whisper. “Come safe back.”

Again, I nodded and took my leave of them, for what I though may be my last time.

I remember nothing as I fled across those accursed Wastes. Nothing but the whirling of my gears filled my ears as I tried to discern The Mouse’s path through that barren land. It was not hard, for a trail of blacken dust filled the air where she had run. I found her several kilometres from The Place, amongst a clump of black and deadened trees, crying in a fashion reminiscent of the Time she had first come to live at The Place. Come to live with me.

“Go away!” she sobbed, child-like.

“No,” I replied, sternly. “You’re going to come back to The Place with me.”

“No,” she said, equally as stern. “Go back.”

“I’m not leaving without you,” I told her.

“Why should I go back there?” she cried, choking down her tears. “You don’t love there! You wanted me gone.”

“Not true,” I said, trying to be both firm and reassuring as a man could be.

“Then why did you say those things?” she demanded.

“To make you understand!” I growled, impatiantly.

“Understand what?!” she screamed back at me.

I paused and took a breath.

“Why did you do it?” I asked, masking my impatience, my rage. “Why did you use the Device?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” she spat, turning her back on me.

“Try me,” I retorted.

Suddenly she turned and imposed her new stature over me, hoping I would back away. She hoped, as always, wrong.

“You don’t know what it’s like to weak!” she suddenedly screamed. “To be powerless. To be at the mercy of other!”

“I know more about that than you’ll ever realise,” I rejoinered.

“Liar!” she roared. “You know nothing about it! NOTHING!”

“As you wish,” I muttered. “But you’re coming back with me. NOW!”

I lunged to grab her, knowing already the end of this.

My father had always taught me kindness and compassion above all else -and I shall eternally love him for that- but it was my mother who taught me always to have plans and ploys ready. To know when is your limit and when to play your cards. That Timing is everything.

As I lunged for her, she grabbed my arm and pulled it clean off. The sheer force of this was enough to finally weaken my knees, which snapped beneath me, sending me crashing to the dirt as if I was a allagory of Society Itself

Mouse stood holding the now dead circuitry in her arm, agas at her own sudden and violent actions. But more agas at the secret I had keep from her all these years.

“You’re a. . . a. . . ?” she gasped.

“A Cyborg?” I replied, from my prone position. “Yes.”

“Wh-wh-wh. . .” she stuttered.

“‘When’? Since I was a teenager. I suffer from a disease which slowly ate away at my limbs, rotting them without and within. My family did all they could but to no avail. I languished for years, until I meet Pack Rat -Geoffrey- who helped build this cyber-organic limbs. Now you know why I know so much about weakness. My own body was killing me. You cannot get much weaker than that.”

I remember that it was now that The Mouse collapsed in tears, falling besides me. Still clutching my torn limp.

“And I don’t want the same weakness to eat away at the entire World,” I remember telling her, as we both lay there in the dirt. “That is why I took you and the others in. That is why I want you to come back with me now. That is why I want the Device.”

“Why the Device?” she did ask of me.

“Can’t you see the possibilities?” I told her. “We can rebuild the world with that technology. Forget about enhancing the human race. If we restore the Device to it’s original functions, we can help restore the echo system. Look around,” a flung my remaining arm out to indicate the Wastes that surrounded us. “Soon the whole World shall be like this. All because of The Crash. It destroyed so much and I won’t let the Authors of that disaster take the rest away from us.”

“I think I see now,” she told me.

“See what?” I asked.

“Who you truly are and what you truly want,” she laughed and said: “Imagine, after all these years, I think I finally know you.”

“No,” I muttered, watching her stand. “You can never truly ‘know’ a person. Merely the Machinations of them. But it appears that you know my Machinations quite well now.”

I nodded at my broken arm, which she still held.

“Oh!” she gasp. “Sorry!”

“It matters not, dear Mus,” I did tell her. “P.R. can mend me when we return. So, shall we leave, dear Mus?”

“It’s Sarah,” she said.

“What is?” I asked.

“My name,” she muttered. “It’s Sarah. Sarah Wilkins.”

At this I remember that I smiled and laughed.

“Well, then Sarah Wilkins,” I said, propping myself up on my good arm. “Shall we be returning home? Though I may require assistance. I can’t seem to get a hold of myself at the moment.”

I would forever remember, that was the first time that I really saw her laugh.

And that is my Tale but for the telling.

It’s is truly that Professor did perfect the Organic Mass Enhancement technology and that she did return Sarah -nigh The Mouse, now my wife- to her original height, even though she chose to retain much of her muscle mass. Satomi graduated with honours and married Pack Rat -much to his surprise. She is now his business manager, commanding grand fees for his Installations and Artworks. Niche and Ravena still live with me at The Place -as do Satomi and P.R.- but now Niche has her own husband and clan which to lord over.

As for me: you know my tale.

I strive to rebuild the World. Not as it was, but as it should have been. With enough for all and all for enough. I have spent every waking hour trying to undo the damage caused by The Crash but there is still much left to do.

And so, thus is thus.

Except for this: To those Authors of The Crash and of my father’s demise, know this: I now have the means and the method, so hear my Word. Vengeance is Mine and My Willing alone. All shall be avenged. No matter the cost.

END.

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

Very nice work, dear Axel.

I’s cannot wait to read more.

Peace

The Pimp NeonBlack

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

Update: Added The Fairly OddParents: "Love at First Height" to the list.

What Codec is used to view the Fairy Odd Parents clips?

Everytime they are downloaded, they do not properly work. Mere noise, no true vision.

Any assistance in this matter?

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The Pimp NeonBlack

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

Thank you, dear Cowprode. ‘Tis good to know that people can receive some joy from my’s faulted words.

And I’s did read your comments upon Wreck’s Forum and they were found to be most heartening. Many thanks to you.

And to She Muscle Lover: the playing of Van Halen’s Hot For Teacher was hardly irony.

Irony would have been your winamp playing Pink Floyd’s Another Brick In The Wall Part 2 ("Hey, Teacher! Leave them kids alone!).

Sorry if my’s comments seem rude and inappropriate but I’s am rather perdantic about how that term is used.

But I’s am still glad that you enjoyed the tale.

Peace

The Pimp NeonBlack

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

It was a long, drawn out ripping noise. The sound of fabric being shredded. But it couldn’t possibly be coming from. . . No! It was impossible! There was no way he could have made a miscalculation. He was too careful for that!

He tried to think of what might have gone wrong, but to no avail. As the ripping was joined by a plethora of other tearing noises.

The back of her business-styled jacket seemed to be ripped about where her shoulder-blades were tensed. Her skirt also seemed to be tear, as too her stockings. As he jacket split, her white bloused followed and William got his first glance of her growing, and hardening, muscles.

Her whimper became a growl as her shoulders and deltoids began to rive the rest of her jacket. She let out pearls of laughter as she turned around, revealing the slowly popping buttons on the front of her blouse -several even managing to hit William over a metre away. Her expanding breasts pushed the blouse further apart at the front, revealing deepening abdominal groves, as her flourishing arms began to make short work of her sleeves. Her ballooning thighs, thick cords of quadriceps, began riding up her skirt before it was shredded upon those oaken legs, all the whilst, her growing calves made short work of what remained of her stockings. Her hair was also growing thicker and long, unbinding itself from the bun that she wore. There was an audible pop as her straining beasts and pectorals spilled out of and tore apart her minuscule bra. And her face bore an orgasmic glow as her growth seemed to dissipate.

She dazed eyes looked down at the remnants of her clothing before her thick and strengthened hands wretched the tatters from her altered flesh. She laughed as she ran her fingers down her form, cupping her breasts and caressing her deep and grooved abs. She gasp in awe as she brought her arms up in a twin flex -the split peak of her biceps complemented by the thick cut of her triceps. And then she smiled as she flexed each leg, pine tree thick quads and diamond-cut calves. The only thing she was left wearing was a bow-fronted pair of nickers, but most of that was stretched and trapped in her now expanded and round glutes.

William, for his part, was still in shock over what he had just witness. He knew it to be all impossible. The formula was designed for grow of such magnitude. He couldn’t fathom it, but he also knew that Ms. Harker didn’t seem to care. As she gazed down at body with a child’s wonderment at the World.

And he gazed at he too. His brilliant mind doing quick calculations of her size and symmetry.

Her arms must be at least 20 inches when fully flexed, with thick forearms to match. They moved into carved cannonball delts, hugely round against her slim neck and balance traps. Her lats were full, but not overpoweringly large, balancing her delt perfectly. Her pecs were plates upon her chest, on which two inspired teardrop breasts sat -as large as soccer balls and as formed as raindrops on wire. Proud nipples pointing Heavenwards, as in praise to some unseen yet eternally watching Power. Her abdominals were ten stacked bricks, defined within their mortar and glistening with her thin sweat. Her hips were now flared and full, strong against her tight waist. Her thighs were like bound ropes upon steel pylons, each stranuation and rippled as defined as snakes withering within sacks. And her calves were two jewels suspended upon dainty ankles, as thick as her arms and as glistening as her stomach.

She let her thick brown hair fall about her face and rippling shoulders, as she smiled.

Smiled at William and all that he had brought.

“Thank you,” she breathed, as she slinked over to him and put her ripped and straining arms upon his relatively thin shoulders. “But I want more. I wanna grow bigger!”

Her eyes flared with obsession. A manic passion animate by the preternatural power that William had brought her.

“No!” William screamed, as she turned away from him with a high pearl of laughter. “You can’t!”

He tried to move, but Ms. Harker already had the cup in her hand. She took another mouthful of the saccharine formula and blissfully swallowed, awaiting the results.

Results that never came.

She stared disheartened into the coffee cup as William began to explain:

“You’ve already taken too much,” he said, as he went to her side, putting a reassuring hand on her naked shoulder. “It’s the failsafes. I made it so you can only have so much of the Formula before it would stop working. It was designed to block itself once a certain dose had been absorbed by the body. Not allowing any more unnatural growth but being still able to reproduce itself so the person can build new muscle more rapidly and thus being able to get bigger and fitter without putting themselves in danger.”

“So,” Ms. Harker muttered, almost teary. “I can’t grow anymore?”

“No,” William replied, with comforting shake of his head. “Not with the Formula. But that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t be able to build more muscle through natural means -such as weightlifting and all that.”

Ms. Harker smiled at his words and simply said: “Thank you, William. You don’t know much this means to me that you did this.”

“You’re welcome, Ms. Harker,” he replied, softly taking her free hand. “But I still don’t understand how you could’ve gotten so big? I mean: you’re bigger than any female bodybuilder ever known. You’re almost as big as some of the big men!”

“You really think so?” Ms. Harker asked, coyly, twisting her arms towards him across her bare chest and lightly flexing her bicep. “I’m not too big am I?”

“Na-na-no,” was all William could mutter, as he stared at her bulging bicep. His fingers softly tracing its shape.

And then his eyes struck something else: the coffee cup that she had pressed against her abs.

“The coffee!” he exclaimed, with a jump.

“What?” Ms. Harker asked, taken aback with his reaction.

“It must be the caffeine and similar chemicals within the coffee acting as accelerants when combined with the Formula!” he blathered, his eyes wild with data, theory and formulae. “That must be why you grew so big so quickly. The Formula must have bonded with the caffeine within the coffee to create a new chemical compound with accelerated the growth process and thus altered the outcome of your transformation.”

“But do you like what you see, William?” she cooed, as she leant back, slowly revealing her body to him in all its resplendent magnitude.

The curve of her strong, supple breasts as they rose and feel with each eager breath. The desertesque ridges of her abdominals, tighten and contracting like the tight skin of a softly beating drumming. All the way down to her oaken legs and her secreted map of womanhood that lay hidden therein.

“Indeed,” he gasped, breathless words falling off his tongue. “You are a most fascinating study of chemistry and biological reactions to outside agents. . .”

Ms. Harker angrily slammed the cup on her desk, William was surprised that she did not either.

“Is that all I am to you?!” she demanded, as she put both hands on her hips and tensed her entire body, muscles swearing and veins coming to prominence under the pressure. “Another science experiment?! A thing to be studied?! To be looked at through a microscope?!”

“No! No! No!” William pleaded, afraid of how the chemical changes within might affect her moods and hormones. “You’re an incredible and beautiful woman!”

He blushed scarlet and muttered: “I thought so even before this day.”

“Oh, how sweet of you, William,” she cooed, softening her stance and her form. “But tell me: have you exceed your maximum dosage of the Formula?”

“No,” William replied. “But I hardly see what that has to do. . .”

But before he could finish his words, William felt a soft hand lightly clasp the back of his skull and the coffee cup being forced against his lips. He swallowed the saccharine sweet liquid from fear of choking and coughed as it went down. He looked up into Ms. Harker’s dark smile as she watch him -no! His body intensely.

William’s second transformation was swift and painless. Just the deafening sound of tearing and he had gone from merely athletic to full-blown he-man. Standing there in a pile of shredded clothing and a pair of all too tight blue Y-Fronts briefs.

“Ooooo,” Ms. Harker cooed, running a finger down his massive pecs and deep-cut abs. “And what’s this?”

She traced her finger around the thick bulge that distended the front of his Briefs and, with a final rip and tear, even they gave way.

“Oh, my!” Ms. Harker exclaimed, an orgasmic edge to her voice. “Looks like the Formula’s really effected you!”

She stared slackjawed at the 15 inch phallus that arched upwards from his groin. It’s plum head gently smacking against his giant pecs. She rubbed the palm of her hand down it, quivering more with each inch she passed. It was so thick she couldn’t get her hand around it, let alone get the fingers of both to meet.

“N-n-n-not re-re-really,” William stammered, through the waves of ecstasy.

“‘Not really’?” Ms. Harker gasped, still grasping her prize. “What do you mean?”

“I mean it’s only gotten a little bigger,” William moaned. “Since taking the Formula, I mean.”

“Well,” Ms. Harker muttered, gazing at his monestrous cock over the top of her half-moon glasses. “If I had known that, I would’ve done something like this along time ago,” she smiled a prefect smile and her new full and prefect lips. “Minus all this muscle growth of course,” she added with a wink.

“Wouldn’t have matter before now,” William managed to gasp, between jagged breathes.

“Oh? And why is that?” Ms. Harker whispered in his ear, quickening her stroke. “I thought you said that I was always beautiful to you?”

“You are,” William panted. “But I’ve never had the blood or the strength to get it up until now.”

“Oh, poor baby,” Ms. Harker cooed, nibbling at his earlobe. “That was then and this is now. And now I’ve got you all to myself and all for the weekend.”

She pressed her hard and massively muscular body against his. Her thick six foot frame dwarfing his large, but not as large, 5 foot 8 inch body. She ground herself into him with a burning longing. Embers of passion that had been smouldering since the 17 years past her teenage years flared and dwindle into her twenty and now into her 30th year flared to this new ignition, this new fuel that was the transformed William Turner and this new body, this new life, he had given her. She snuggled closer to him as their hand continued with mutual exploration of each other’s body.

“Ms. Harker,” William whimpered, as she softly kissed his neck.

“We’re beyond that now, William,” she breathed and gasp, as he nuzzled against her neck. “Call me Josephine, William. Josephine.”

“Josephine,” he muttered, between impassioned kisses. “We can’t do this.”

“Why not?” she demanded, with a rasped and husky growl.

“Because the cleaners will be here any second,” he said. “And we don’t want to get caught naked like this.”

“You’re right, William,” Josephine gasped, trying her hardest to tear herself away from him. “Too many things will need explaining.”

Finally, they tore themselves away from each other as a fresh set of worries past over them both.

“What are we going to do?” she muttered and sighed. “All our clothes are ruined and it’s too far to run to my car. Someone’s sure to see us.”

“What about the Textile Department in the Art Section?” William uttered, between heavy gulps of air. “They’re bound to have something we can turn into clothes so we can make our escape,” a frown suddenly hit his bright face, so out of place on those bespectacled features. “But it’ll be locked by now. Mrs. Harvey always makes sure to lock up for the weekend.”

“Won’t matter to us!” Josephine exclaimed, flexing her right bicep, rasing it to its full 20 inches, covering it with criss-crossing veins. “Just grabbed what you can and let’s go. I don’t want to be caught in such a state. Especially since I have so many plans for you tonight. And for evermore!”

She gave him a cheek smile and she gathered up her bag and papers, before she took his hand and fled.

Mere moments later, Katalina Tromkomsky -the Polish cleaning woman- entered the abandoned classroom and tutted quietly to herself as she spied the mess.

She was fifty years old and had immigrated to this Country with her husband many years before. She had been much the respected beauty back them but such times as passed, such as her husband had. And now, to make ends meet, she took jobs as a cleaning lady. Forever wishing of her young days of strength and beauty.

“Vould Vere they doing to leave clothes in such a state,” she muttered to herself, as she picked up the tattered remains of Josephine Harker’s blouse.

She sighed again and tossed it in the bin that she dragged behind, the arthritis creaking in her hands.

She turned and saw a half filled coffee cup on the desk amongst the scattered papers.

“Not like you Miss Harker to leave such a mess,” she sighed, as she tidied the desk.

She picked up the coffee cup and stared it.

It might be cold but it was still inviting. And with a long job ahead of her, Katalina Tromkomsky need all the help she could get. So she drank all that remained in one swift gulp.

“Arck!” she spat. “The girl has it too sveet!”

END

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

Ah, the reference is not what thou thinks.

True it is from Shakespeare’s play A Midsummer’s Night Dream (Act III, Scene 2) and the line is spoken by Hermia but it is not about the physical dominance of a woman but rather relating her height (or stature) to her beauty (which was seemingly obscured until this point). This is brought to bare because Hermia believes that her lover, Lysander, has been stolen by Helena (the one refered to as tall) but rather is under the spell of the fairy Puck, who mistook Lysander for Demetrius -whom Helena loves and is supposed to be wed to Hermia -who has run away to marry Lysander.

‘Tis typical Shakespeare.

The verse quote is:

"Now I perceive that she hath made compare

Between our satures; she has urged her height,

And with her personage, her tall personage,

Her height, forsooth, she has prevailed with him.

And are you grown so high in his esteem

Because I am so dwarfish and so low?

How low am I, thou painted maypole? Speak!

How low am I? I am not yet so low

But my nails can reach unto thine eyes."

The Pimp hopes that this doth help, dear Big Mike.

Peace

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