MIGHTY MORPHIN' AMAZON CHEERLEADERS Part II by Lingster November 5, 1996 Dear Diary, Where did I leave off? Oh, I remember: Karen had ingested a mystical Chinese powder that caused her to grow about 4 1/2 inches in height, add about 20 pounds of muscle, and turn her perky C-cups into pumppkin-sized mams within the course of about 10 minutes. It would, she explained, also cause a steady increase in her height and muscularity over the course of the next three months, eventually causing her to stand about 6'6", and have four times the strength she currently possessed, and her strength had easily increased five- or ten-fold over the last few minutes. She had been the smallest, weakest girl on the varsity cheerleading squad before taking the powder, but suddenly she was as strong as the biggest boys on the football team. And now she wanted Mary Margaret and me to partake of our choice of the warehouse of mystical powders & potions that stood on the far side of the wall. On earlier trips, Karen told us, she had eaten substances that, first, had turned her breastless, shapeless figure into the sexy, curvaceous form that she had worn for the last year, up until taking the muscle treatment a few minutes earlier. Later, she had returned to the site after receiving disappointing SAT scores, taking an intelligence increasing substance that had boosted her from 1140 to 1470 in just three months. I was reluctant. Sure it had excited me - looking at Karen excited me - big muscles, big breasts, she had gone from being shoulder high to me and Mary Margaret to being about an inch taller in a quarter hour! That thrilled me, I can't deny it. Some things are easier for boys, and other things are easier for girls. But it's obvious thata lott of the things that are easier for boys are physical things. I walked to school, and every morning I dragged the enormous weight of my books, and every afternoon I hauled them home. But boys practically skip to school, the weight doesn't bother them. Boys get to wrestle and play football, they're so strong and sturdy. They toss each other around like ragdolls and rarely get hurt. My mouth was dry with with desire, *I* wanted to be strong, But I couldn't do it. I was a varsity cheerleader, like Karen and Mary Margaret, but unlike them, my boyfriend Richard wasn't a football player. He was captain of the chess team, and we'd made love and wrestled enough for me to know that he wasn't a whole lot stronger than me. Worse, I really loved him, and I still do. But I was pretty sure that if I started growing bigger & stronger muscles than his, Richard would beat a hasty retreat. All this went through my head as Karen grabbed me by my elbow, threw Maggie over her shoulder, and dragged us both into the room where the mystics had stored their wares. Karen had rigged the room with about 5 battery-powered lanterns, so it was bright enough to see the room in its entirety. I say this without reservation: it was a weird looking place. It looked like a library with all its shelves, but about half of the shelf space was dedicated to lab equipment rather than books. There was a table/workbench off to one side of the room, and there were three mason jars sitting on it beside a lantern. We walked over to the table, and Karen began to explain what the jars were. This one, she said pointing to the open jar, was the strength and muscle building powder; she smiled and flexed her baseball-sized bicep. The other two were for breast enlargement and intelligence enhancement. Maggie lunged for the breast enlargement jar, but Karen grabbed it first. "Mary Margaret! Behave yourself or I'll kick your ass! If you take too much of this, you'll die. When I enlarged my tits, I took four tablespoons worth, precisely the recommended dosage. It took me from A to C. You're so hungry for tits, I'll let you have 6 tablespoons worth, that should get you to a, (let me do the math....) about a DD cup." Mary Margaret said that that would be alright, and accepted her dose without further complaint. After she had taken it, Karen also suggested that she take a tablespoon each of the intelligence and strength increasers, just to make her system sturdier. Maggie seemed a little reluctant to develop muscles, but Karen reassured her, saying, "I took ten tablespoons of it, if you only take one, nobody will even notice the muscles you'll grow unless you flex. Besides," she said, turning her back to us, "look what it does for your ass!" Karen's ass really had become remarkably sexy, and the sight of it seemed to alleviate Maggie's concerns; she swallowed the two tablespoons. Karen called me over to take my medicine, but I told her I'd rather wait to see what happened with Maggie first, she smiled, and said, "Ok." We didn't have to wait long. Suddenly, Mary Margaret grunted. I said, "Maggie, are you alright?" She said that she was, and in a minute we could see she was becoming a lot better than "alright". Maggie and I had, since elementary school, maintained what amounted to one wardrobe. We were nearly the exact same size. As I watched Maggie begin to grow, I realized that those days were gone. Since she' d taken it first, the breast enlargement formula was the first to kick in. As I came to realize, it wasn't STRICTLY a breast enlarger. The label on the jar said, "To enhance a lady's comeliness and fertility." Maggie's bustline surged outward even as her ass began to fill in. It was like watching a well-developed young girl go through puberty in fast-forward. Twin orbs of flesh began to define themselves under Maggie's t-shirt, extending forward even as their edges spread towards each other and her armpits. Within a minute or so, her breasts reached each other and began to push forward with greater speed. Her shirt began to pull outward even as her neckline was dragged down, eventually coming to reveal generous cleavage near the point of the v-neck. Her development abrubtly stopped. She was still precisely the same height as me, and her arms were still slim and shapeless, so I knew there was more to come. Maggie began to tease her own breasts, clearly delighting in the weight and softness of them. The 25% spurt had left her nearly as shapely as Karen had been after her three months, so I knew that Maggie would be filling out quite impressively over the next 90 days. Suddenly a tremor flashed through her body, and I could tell the second two powders had kicked in. Maggie's breasts surged outward yet again, both from their second spurt and the sudden kick of development in the pectoral muscles beneath them. I saw her shoulders bulge out slightly, her calves and thighs and ass become more muscular. I was getting excited again, just as she began to grow taller. It took another minute or so for her to increase about an inch in height. When it was over, 5'3", A-Cup, 97 pound Maggie had been transformed into a 5'4", borderline D-Cup, 115 pound bombshell. Maggie seemed enrapt in watching her ample bosom jiggle as she took deep breaths. I, however, was more interested in finding out how strong and muscular she'd become. Her arms had an athletic shapeliness about them, they looked very sexy, but I wanted to see how big they'd swell when flexed. "Mary Margaret," I said, "flex your arms." She looked at me, her attention drifting from her swollen bustline for the first time, "My...arms?" Complying, I saw a small, round bicep come to attention, where none had been before. I walked over, reached up (I felt so short!), and grabbed it. It wasn't very big, but it was rock-hard. Maggie was a lot stronger than she looked, I decided - probably nearly as strong as Richard. Moment of truth. I wanted to be built - to have bulging muscles and heaving breasts, as strong or stronger than the men I knew. But that would mean losing Richard, I was sure, and Richard was my life and my love! I wanted to marry him. If only he wasn't so puny, if only I could give some of the muscle powder to HIM, but I was sure Karen wouldn't allow that. With my left hand I reached across my flat chest and grabbed my right upper arm. My hand fit all the way around, and when I flexed my bicep there was hardly any change in size, and it wasn't quite as hard as a marshmallow. I looked at the two strong, well-developed girls in the lab with me. In three months, Maggie would be 5'7" with an athlete's muscles and a stripper's tits. Karen in three months would be six and a half feet tall, with freaky bodybuilder muscles and some of the biggest all-natural mams on the planet. As I was deciding, Karen walked over to a shelf, pulled off a jar, and read the label, "For the purpose of diminishing the endowments of a person with whom nature has been too generous." She continued, "Tracey, you're either leaving her bigger and stronger, or smaller and weaker. Which is it going to be?" The choice had been made for me. I said, "Alright, I'll take four tablespoons of the breast enlarger, one of the muscle growing stuff, and 6 of the intelligence enhancer." "Six? No way I'm letting you have six tablespoons of that! Assuming that much doesn't kill you, or turn you into some weird idiot savant vegetable, you'd be a lot smarter than ME, which ain't going to happen. I'll let you have three tablespoons of the brain booster." "Five," I haggled. "Four," she responded, "and that's the last word. Anything more out of you, and you're going to wind up three feet tall." I grinned, walked over and swallowed four tablespoons of the breast enlarger, and then four tablespoons to increase my intelligence, and one to make me bigger and stronger. Karen gave me a glass of water to wash them all down, which I drank. We three were waiting for me to start developing, when I noticed Karen was grinning a little strangely. "What are you smiling about?" I accused. She cackled and said, "About the four tablespoons of muscle grower you just took. I switched them." "You...you...treacherous BITCH!" "Oh, come on. It's not like you don't want muscles, I just gave you what you want. You're so afraid of losing that weakling boyfriend of yours, you'd let a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity pass you by. Do you know how many women would KILL for this, to be stronger than the men in their lives?" Karen explained. Looking back, I realize she made a lot of sense, but at the time, I was furious. I screamed, "If you're so interested in seeing me built like an amazon, why didn't you let me take six tablespoons?" Karen smirked and said, "Sweetheart, I only had five tablespoons, and you were bigger than me to start with. If I'd let you take six, or even five, in fifteen minutes you'd be much stronger than me, which I can't allow." "Whoa whoa whoa! Slow down! You took FIVE? You told us you'd taken TEN!" I looked at the bulging muscles which had blossomed on her frame in the last half hour, and said, "If you took only FIVE, and I took FOUR, I'm going to be HUGE! I'll be *much* stronger than Richard, and he'll leave me!" I wept. Karen said, "Well, I think the effect doubles with each dose, so that your strength will only develop half as much as mine, but again, you started with more strength than I did. Don't you see? You'll be three to four times as strong as the average man when your three months are up, in fifteen minutes you'll be a quarter of the way there! You'll be a goddess!" I realized from the way she was looking at me, though, that my transformation was at hand. Well, Diary, I'll collect my thoughts on the transformation and get back to you in a few days. Tracey