MIGHTY MORPHIN' AMAZON CHEERLEADERS Part III by Lingster November 11, 1996 Dear Diary, How can I explain the changes I went through in those minutes after Karen duped me into taking the body-building formula? It was heaven and hell. It was like my first orgasm; the rapturous pleasure all tied up in the monstrous fear and guilt of the carnal act. I mentioned in my last two entries how I craved the transfor- mation. Some girls want big breasts, and I'm not saying ample knockers aren't nice, but I wanted to be big in every area. My greatest desire was for strength. Back then, it seemed an impossible dream, to be as much stronger than most men as they are stronger than women. To turn the tables, to knock them around and hold them beneath my solid, powerful body, that was my fantasy. But love and fantasy don't always mesh. My desire for men weaker than me had led me to Richard, I'm sure of that; al- though, at the time, he was still the stronger of the two of us. He was slender and frail for a boy, though, and couldn't easily out-muscle me. That was good enough. I was afraid, as my transformation began, that he would leave me if I developed large, powerful muscles. As my breasts began to expand, that's what I was thinking. But the weight of my new breasts, that's what I was most aware of. As they grew and swelled outward, I could feel the growing strain on my back and shoulders. I was so weak, my puny, soft muscles overloaded by an extra few pounds of breast-flesh! It seems hard to believe, now. I wasn't really prepared for them. Rubbing my hands against my inflating breasts, an avalanche of sensations washed over me. I imagined nerves and ganglia multiplying as quickly as fat cells within my swelling bosom, increasing sensitivity in synch with increasing size. While they weren't growing as quickly as Maggie's had, they still seemed enormous to me, as they grew from an AA cup into what I could only guess was a B, and then a small C cup. I thought I would orgasm just from the sensation of my cotton t-shirt stretching against my developing tits - it felt THAT good. Suddenly, I felt fire wash through my body. My perceptions became vastly clearer, more detailed. I realized, somehow, that the brain booster was acting on my central nervous system, not just making me smarter, but improving my reflexes, sharpening my perception, and improving all of my senses. No wonder Karen hadn't wanted me to get too much of this stuff! Soon after, my muscles started growing. Have you ever ripped a cardboard box, Diary? That's what it felt like. It felt like little strands, cords, and fibers all over my body tearing apart. I felt like I was exploding through my skin - a tightness grabbed me and I delighted in the vicious agony. Convulsing, I splayed my fingers out on the floor, and watched as veins popped out of my forearm. Seeing muscle tissue beginning to bulge, I tried to flex my right arm, but I had no control over my body and its new muscles. My joints screamed with enraged, searing pain. I realized they must be growing pains, but multiplied a thousand fold. I was able to see my legs extending, the pants cuff moving further and further up my leg, until both cuffs tore open within a few seconds of each other, unable to contain my newly-powerful calves. Unsteadily, I stood up, trembling from the agony and power I felt. I raised my arms above my head, and screamed, my wildly tightening biceps and triceps bursting open the sleeves that tried vainly to contain their growing size and strength. My tits were as big as Maggie's now, having grown larger over the last few minutes. But unlike Maggie's delicate, tear drop shaped breasts, mine protruded like bullets off of my over-developed pectoral muscles. I realized I had grown to about 5'6" tall, and my new long, lean, solid muscles had completely changed the appearance of my body. The pain passed, and my mind filled with rage. Grabbing Karen, who was now shorter, but still slightly more muscular, than I, I flung her across the room like a doll. She smashed into the wall, got up, and screamed, "What's your f******* PROBLEM!?" "You are!" I yelled back, "I'm going to lose Richard! Change me back!" "I'm not letting you change back," she said, "you're an amazon goddess now, you stupid cow! You can have any man you want! You're stronger than THEM, now!" "I....am, aren't I?" I flexed my right bicep, astounded as it inflated like a balloon. I tried as hard as I could (which was pretty hard, after my transformation) to crush my bulging arm muscle with my left hand, but to no avail. What had possessed all the size and hardness of a marshmallow 15 minutes earlier was now as large and hard as a baseball. If Karen's estimates were correct, I was now more than twice as strong as my boyfriend. "But, please, I'll lose Richard! Make me a LITTLE weaker, make my muscles smaller, so he won't notice how strong I've become," I begged. "First off," Karen argued, "he probably won't notice. Something about this stuff clouds the minds of the people around us. Unless we really beat them over the head with it, nobody will perceive any change in us." "Secondly, haven't you ever noticed how much effort your weakling boyfriend goes to to let everybody know how disgusted he is by Carla's muscles? Methinks he doth protest too much," she said. "Thirdly, I'll make you a deal. I'll give you two tablespoons of the strength & size reducing powder to take back with you, if you promise only to ingest them if Richard notices your changes and doesn't like them." "Okay, I promise." "Alright," she said, sighing, "let's get out of here. I left baggy clothes for all of us topside." Karen and I bounded up the 300 steps, reveling in our new strength, as Maggie, still relatively weak, cried out to us to wait for her. All the way back, Karen and I had to wait for Maggie. We'd developed such enormous strength and stamina, we could peddle our bicycles at top speeds for hours. Maggie, though now very strong for a girl, still had only normal human physical strength. Karen and I had become something more. That night, all three of us snuck into the football team's weight room, to test ourselves out. None of us had ever pumped any iron before, and we didn't really know what to do. We let Maggie go first, and were surprised when she was able to bench-press, for ten repetitions, 175 pounds! "Christ, Maggie, you only took one tablespoon, and you've become a brute," Karen observed. I won't tell you how much weight Karen and I threw up that night, but suffice it to say, we had to gather it up from several different weight stations, and it still didn't challenge us. It was clear that none of the football players were remotely as strong as we were, now. Karen had radically underestimated the effect of the powders on muscle density, and maybe the mystics had, as well. Their instructions had implied that a weak man could gain average strength with two tablespoons, but with just one tablespoon Maggie had gone from possessing zero upper body strength to being pretty strong even by male standards. Based on our new estimates, I realized that in three months I would have the strength of 25 men, and Karen twice that. Maggie, so concerned about not developing "unfeminine" muscles, would have the strength of four men, in a body that would have put Marilyn Monroe out of business. I so enjoyed watching my muscles bulge that night, as I pumped colossally heavy weights that felt like feathers to me, I resolved I would never take the weakening compound, no matter WHAT Richard thought. Well, Diary, I'm tired. I'll continue this later. Tracey