What True Power Is

by Superchick666

 

January

 

Chapter 1 

 

Alan wound his way through the crowd of people. He felt a sense of annoyance, the same anybody feels in a city like Boston when it is noon. As he roughly edged out a rather short gentleman talking on a cell phone, he sighted his prize. Mike’s had been around since he had first begun his law career. It was were they, the people of the legal system, would meet and have a beer. He was so anxious to get there he stepped write into Tina Rubenstein. “What the Fu…” She said as she looked up at him angrily. He sighed, Tina was one of probably five female Muslims he had seen practice law. Her dark skin and hair contrasted with her suit and hijab. She was about five feet even, and weighed maybe 110 pounds wet. To round this out she was usually angry at someone over something she saw as wrong. While this made her an motivated attorney, it also was an extremely annoying facet of her personality, especially with her smallness in height. Alan quickly moved to help her up, dusting her off and mouthing words that did not even come out. 

 

Tina shook her head and said, “I don’t see how you could be so thoughtless.” and “You should show more attention to where you're going.” Alan shook his head up and down, “ I’m really sorry, I…” Tina smiled Alan was sweet, but a little stupid. Sometimes she wished he would convert, but Islamic culture was clear, a Muslim man can marry a non-believer. A woman cannot. Tina still teasing, said “Don’t do it again, got it.” And she walked off grinning.

 

Alan just felt the blood stop rushing through his body so rapidly. Tina was right, he had been inconsiderate, his mind somewhere else. He was going to Mike’s to meet someone he hadn’t seen since Harvard. Tara Matthews had been the top law student there. Her mind was unparalleled by anyone he had ever known. She was also even smaller then Tina. Tara was about 4’9” a ½ inch, if she was ever asked. She was pixyish in every way. Small delicate hands, soft pale skin made her almost ethereal. She lacked enormous breasts, but what was there was gorgeous. They were large A’s and complimented her in every way. She was so soft when she said something that everyone in the room leaned forward, afraid she would be gone the next. 

 

Alan pushed open the glass door and set down at a table. As he did Molly the bar tender, a red head second generating Irish immigrant slid sweet brown liquid his way. She was quite a piece of work. Studying for the police academy, Molly was Irish through and through. She had flame red hair. She was freckled. She wore green and was a fierce Catholic. She was also the tallest woman he had met at 6’ even. Her height mixed with a decent C cup made her like a model except for the slight bulges in her arms. Molly was also one of the most in shape women he had ever met. She was going to be intimidating in the uniform. 

 

“So Alan,” she said “what are ye waitin on tonight.” She said with her lips pulled in a grin that was off-putting and attractive at once. “Would she be a blonde, brunette, even a certain Arab lass.” Alan was at a loss for what Arab woman she meant. The only one he knew was Tina, and he spent most of his time with her apologizing for messing up. 

 

“No, a friend from Harvard who you’ll really like.” He said looking at her as two hands covered his eyes. It had been his and Tara's thing. She would sneak up and then jump on his back, cover his eyes and give him a guess as to who it was. 

 

Grinning Alan said. “would it be Stacy from the mail room. “ Alan felt a slap on his back that almost sent him out of his chair. Damn that couldn’t have come from Tara. Alan straightened up to find himself looking at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The woman before him had curves everywhere. Impossibly long legs stretched up from red three inch heels to a black skirt that was straining over her hips to her knees. Her hips tapered into the most chiseled stomach he had ever seen on a woman. It was almost a six pack. Her top was stretched over her C cups, revealing a significant bust line and pale flesh. Her shirt sleeves clung to pale flesh over modest muscle. Her neck was still graceful like a swan. And as he looked up from his 5’9” position at her chin he saw those beautiful blue eyes, and cherry colored lips. Her long black hair was in a pony tail behind her head. Tara smiled as she saw the look in his eyes. “Long time no see Alfie.”

 

“Ah think ah maught be goin’ nae, If ye don’t er mind” Molly said as she stood up looking up from Tara’s lips. Tara grinned, “No Molly don’t leave on my account.” Tara grinned as she walked by Alan to go to the restroom, and the rear was as spectacular as the front. Alan turned to Molly, “She’s my friend from Harvard, but she’s changed. Molly looked down at Alan and simply said, “Well whatever she did I want two.”

 

 

Chapter 2

 

“So there I am, sitting in Southern Mississippi without anything for a shirt on.” She was animatedly making hand motions, “And then there is this church bus.” At this point her breasts are bouncing, having taken to making their own motions. “And all of the kids are staring out the window at this strange woman.” She was chuckling at herself. “Their pastor gets up to me and walks out. He’s probably furious but is shocked that this woman is eye to eye with him.” Molly was grinning, “At 6 ft, he probably didnae expect ta find ye lookin’ im in the eye.” Alan just shook his head. Molly was over the rainbow already. And this was not anything like Tara. She had never socialized well. She had not been able to tell stories. One beer knocked her out. She was never comfortable with being in a bikini, much less topless

“Oh he was only about 5’9, I was just a little girl back then.” Giggled tipsy, “I was ONLY poor Alan here’s size.” She laughed grabbing him into her. She whispered “I’m so glad I’m a big girl now.” Alan just felt aroused by this, hoping she couldn’t see. 

“Any ways, he handed me his shirt and lent me a ride.” “No more parties for me down south, those girls are crazy.” Tara grinned, her arm still around Alan. Molly tossed back her red mane, “So, how long are you in town for?’ Tara grinned and said, “Oh I plan on staying for a while, I moving here.” Tara looked down at Alan and said, “ I missed my favorite friend.”

Her sweet face and smell was clouding Alan. As he and Tara stepped out on the street he hailed a cab nearly falling down. Tara reached down and helped him into the taxi, telling the cabbie to take them to his apartment. Once there, she paid him, and with Alan stumbled up the stairs. Tara grinned as she laid him on the bed, laying him down at how adorable he looked, even with the drool. She walked into the kitchen and then to the couch. Falling down and curling her long legs slightly to fit. She sighed and began to drift off. Her thoughts turned to how perfect everything was going to be. 

Dream 1. 

Alan dreamt and he saw Tina and himself on the sidewalk just as before. He liked short women. All through college he had dreamed of Tara and now he dreamed of Tina. He saw her knocked down. There was the horror, etched on his face as he stared at her. “I curse you Alan.” “Just because you’re a man. You act like you have some right. Well lets see how you do with this?” she spat in his face and he felt a dropping feeling. He watched her walk away, feeling awful.

As Alan walked into the bar, he set at it looking up at Molly. “The weirdest thing just happened.” He said this as he set down. “Tina just put a curse on me.” Molly shook her head. “Well, you probably deserved it. Lording your height over us.” Alan looked puzzled, what the hell was she talking about. He stood up to find himself looking down on Molly was average sized for a woman. Tara, the Tara he remembered showed up and he talked with her and Molly. She was shy, not really saying to much. Her pixie presence so powerful. Then it happened. The strange dropping in his ear. He watched as Molly inched upward. Her bust straining the Red Sox letters a little, her arms and shoulders occupying more area then before. As Molly grew out and up so was Tara who now looked to be 5’. Molly was now 5’7 instead of 5’5”. Alan was at a loss as he observed their rising. He also watched Tara who was more animated and Molly who was more gruff. It was like watching a rapid growing animal. Alan watched as Tina who was across the bar winked at him. And then stood up and walked over. She sat in his lap, grabbed his beer and took a gulp. She smiled as she kissed him. As she did so a little cheer went around. As she stood up he moved to join her only to find her four inches shorter looking into his jowls. She moved against him as guns and roses played don’t you cry tonight. She was doing this as his inner ear hurt as another swoosh occurred through him. Suddenly she was 5’7”. Her now large brown breasts were pressing through a skimpy outfit she was not wearing before. She nibbled his ear. Barely getting on her tippy toes to do so. Her warmth on him. His penis pressing into her thigh. Making his goodbye’s after her whispered invitation, he shook the now 5’5 Tara’s hand. Then turned around to see the 6’2” Molly looking down at him. Her brown eye’s laughing at him. He felt Tina tug him out the door.

The next thing he knew he was in his bedroom, removing Tina’s tiny clothes, revealing frilly too small lingerie. She smiled at him and said, “So how do you like you’re curse.” Alan stopped for a moment, long enough for her to jump on top of him. She moved up and down. Sticking her tongue in and around his mouth. He removed her panties. She stood up and began to ride him as she grew. “Bigger,” she moaned her breasts bouncing more each time with their expansion. “BIGGER!” she yelled as she climaxed on top of him. Falling on him, she rolled over. All his senses were exhausted as he noticed she was now the same height, keeping her eyes on him she put her feet at his as she touched foreheads. She smiled wickedly as a loud blaring alarm went off.

 

Chapter 3 Morning After

 

Alan swept the mess out of his face as his pounding head screamed for relief. He heard and smelled bacon and eggs simmering. He walked out to find Tara standing there. She had her slinky black undergarments the only thing on her. Looking up with her washed face, she smiled. “Good of you to get up. I cooked some breakfast and took the liberty of calling your office to tell them you couldn’t come in today.” Alan should have been furious, but he was still getting used to just how, BIG she was. She smiled at his obvious interest, then harrumphed, “I could use something to wear, no matter how good I look like this.” He mumbled a quick apology then ran into the bedroom. Finding an old Red Sox shirt, he handed her it, as she grinned. “OH, the Sox, that’s something I’ve missed.” She grinned as she gave him some food and sat down. “Come on, ask me the question that was on your mind” she said. He looked at her, “What question?” She sighed, “Why I got to be so, mature.” He shook his head, “Oh, I thought about it last night but it doesn’t seem so off putting today.” 

 

Tara grinned, “Alright, well so why don’t you show me the town?” she asked. They left, everything was going fine until they encountered a man who had ignored her. He had been rude and insulting, which had caused her to explode. She picked him apart. The new woman that she was did not like anyone looking down on her, or taking anything she wanted. It wasn’t the girl who he had loved in college at all. She seemed to be sensing this and tamed herself down a little. They approached Mike’s walking at a clip, when Tara bumped into Tina. Tara was helpful pulling Tina up. 

 

Tina gaped at this enormous model. She had to be, and she was with Alan. “Hi, Tina.” The large brunette grinned down and reached out, “Tara, I want to Harvard with Alan.” Tina cursed, not only was she gorgeous, she was a Harvard graduate. Fighting down her feeling’s she grinned and said “ Are you going to Mike’s, we should go together!” please say no please say no, “Sure thing,” Tara said. Damn it, she thought. “Let’s go then, “ Alan said cold and happy that everyone was getting along so well.

 

Chapter 4 Switzerland

 

As the three walked into Mike’s, Molly’s sister Mara was there. Mara was the only other girl. She was 5’6” and was nearly identical except she was green eyed instead of brown. She motioned the two to a table where she had set up some food and beer. The three dug in as questions abounded between them.

 

As Tara set they she realized she really could not care about Tina. If she were honest, in addition to her obvious attraction to Alan, she saw a lot of what she was in Tina. That short girl that everybody thought was so cute and perfect. Except Tina was like a twisted mirror. She was confident. She was religious; Tara was a sorta Protestant, when she wanted something. She was quiet at that point, and extremely timid. She hated what she was, and how everyone pitied her. Now her set little Tina, threatening what SHE wanted!

 

“So it must be hard Tina, I mean being so short and practicing.” Tina looked at her oddly. “yes it is a little rough at times.” Then she said “But most men are gentlemen, I do not ever feel threatened by them.” Tara was grinning, “Yeah, inches have there advantage though.” She began telling a story, soon men and women all over the bar were paying attention, and all of them were looking at her including Alan. She was the life there, and alcohol was flowing freely and she was quickly becoming drunker. 

 

Tina was in the corner, nursing a single beer, since due to her small body she got drunk fast. “I hate her, I truly do.” She whispered as Molly came by. “Hey Tina, why…Oh Alan’s friend.” Molly looked down at her. “Ye had you’re chance. Ye could harve had him.” Tina hiccupped, “But he’s not a muslim, you see..” Molly shook her red mane, “Balls, I’ve seen you drink and smoke on Ramadan, the rules could easily be broken if you wanted to, you haven’t been to a mosque in how long?” Tina looked down “Three years.” Molly held up two fingers, looked down, readjusted them, then said, “Three years!, You don’t really believe it anymore, you just hold it to spite you’re granda. I know he was a right bastard but.” Tina shook her head, “Nope, Nope, not having this, this y’know, with you.” Tina got up woosely, “think I’m gonna, just gonna take a nap.” As she said this she started to fall. Molly caught her and took her over into the back room. 

 

Seeing them gone, Tara began to make her move. She leaned over letting her breasts lay on Alan, and whispered into his ear that maybe they should get out of here. Alan obliged, and they were off. As they got into his apartment, They discovered he was too drunk to perform. She told him it was okay, climbed into bed resting her large breasts on his back spooning him.

 

Dream 2

 

Alan found himself standing in the court room across from Tina. She was his height of 5’9”, the same height as last time. As he stared at her she winked at him and motioned for him to look. She was dressed in stylish black suit that complimented with her dark skin. Her now D cups stuck out showing cleavage. Her hair was in a bun. Her arms showed little muscles, and her legs looked less fat and more muscular. As she stood up her firm large butt strained her skirt to the max. She began walking over and made her way toward the jury, passing him and whispering in his ear, “Last night was incredible” As she did this his inner ear hurt. And as this occurred the dropping sensation occurred. He watched as she stretched. Her hips broadened, cause a sound from her too tight suit. Her smiling eyes shifting downward to meet his. As this occurred, he also looked down to see her bust pushing out of her blouse. Now at what must be Tara’s height, she looked down at him, in her suit which was red. She walked up to him even more and straightened up in her four inch red heels. “Shorty.” Smiling with her red lipstick, making her look dauntingly gorgeous, he shakily continued walking toward the jury box. Inside the women appeared to be bigger. They eyed more like predators. He hastily delivered a halting closing, and then ran back to his table. As they broke Tina came over to him slowly. “So, how does being so small feel Alan?” She began to run her hand over from her nose to his head. “I know like being BIG.” She grinned as she saw his big penis getting hard. “But you’re still so much stronger,” she put a finger to her lips, “well who said we had to be done with our little curse, so know, as the Freddy Mercury says, Don’t Stop Me Now!” She grinned as she began to walk out. Alan shook his head. Soon they were both sitting at their tables as the jury filed in. As they read how they found Tina’s client the winner, Alan felt the inner ear pain and the sinking feeling in his gut. Tina looked over at him knowingly as her head rose. Her hair bun fell as her hair cascaded down her back, longer then he had ever seen. Her breasts were now triple D’s. As the sinking feeling subsided, he found himself more aroused then ever, afraid to stand up, he finally did. Tina was enormous and arousing him more then ever. She stood 6’6” in her shoes. She grinned as he was face to cleavage. “We’ll appeal.” He said as he tried to maintain eye contact. Tina smiled, “You’ll lose, but why don’t we talk.” Alan had his hands around her neck, having to get on his tippy toes to reach her. “Take off your heels.” He complained to her. Tina shrugged and took them off, “Fine now I’m only 6’4”, maybe that will help you shorty.” Tina smirked as she said it taking off her bless and slipping down her thong. Alan was then thrown onto the table, and Tina mounted him, screaming. “YES YOU LITTLE MAN, AND YOUR STILL GOING TO BE SMALLER TO ME. I CURSED YOU AND I ADD ANOTHER, I CURSE HOW STRONG YOU ARE COMPARED TO ME.” Alan shocked tried to move but couldn’t as Tina began to expand, her broad hips pushing his hands further apart as she felt more upon him. Her arms were behind her head as her big breasts ballooned outward. “Do you like these?” she purred. He nodded, “Good.” She moaned as she continued to pump him. “Watch,” she growled. He attentively watched as she flexed both of her biceps, causing a small rise. When she lowered them the stayed that way. She then strained her stomach, making her abs scrunch. And then they stayed scrunched. Finally she screamed, “You have know idea how much of a turn on this is.” As they climaxed she fell down, spooning him to her large chest, she whispered, “It’s only getting started.”

 

 

Febraury 

 

Chapter 1. Anger

 

Alan couldn’t believe what had occurred. He and Tara had been at a meeting with opposing council Lenord Simpleton. Simpleton was 6’8” inches tall and his primary tactic was to loom. This covered his whole range. He had done it to Tara he had burst into tears after all the little games he had played against her. As Alan walked down the hall he was mowed over by Tina into him knocking him into the wall along with her. “Offf. Thanks Alan, I was in such a hurry.” Tina was cute frazzled, and she was currently handling a criminal trial that was extremely full. She looked over at him and said, “I was sorry to hear about Simpleton, hey he’s an ass.” Alan smiled and nodded as they walked. 

 

As he looked at Tina, he pondered how attractive she had once been to him. Sure he thought she was cute, but the his dreams he’d had after meeting Tara again had changed his mind about size. Bigger, not smaller, was good. Alan looked down at Tina, “Where having a condolence’s thing for Molly and Tara.” Tina nodded, “I heard O’Hare tell me she didn’t get into the Police Academy.” Tina knew Molly wasn’t very bright, but she was good hearted. 

 

Tina agreed to meet Alan at Mike’s for the party. Meanwhile another conversation was occurring.

 

8 years previously

 

Tara had just come in. Alan was at it again. He was all over some blond moron with enormous tits. She couldn’t take. Screw intellect. It was all about the physical. As she looked over at her friend’s computer, seeing something on the screen that was very interesting.

 

Currently

 

Tina walked into the bar and saw Alan alone at the table. “Molly’s in the back room, I’ll go get her.” Tina walked up the stairs, but paused at the door as she heard voices coming from inside. 

 

Tara: “I’m sure, I mean, I’ve done it a bunch obviously.” Molly: “I know, it’s just, I’ve been 6’ my whole life. I’m just not sure…” Tara: “Look, I’m taking a risk her. I’m doing this because I like you. So take it or leave it.” Molly: “All right, do it.” 

 

A purple light glowed through the door and then stopped. Tina was so scared. The door opened then Molly. She was short. There was no other way of describing a previous 6’ woman becoming 5’5”. Behind her came Tara. This was frightening as she now stood 6’8”. She grinned down at the smaller Molly, who gulped slightly at her enlarged friend, and then began moving. “But won’t anybody notice?” she asked in a squeaky voice. “Oh they’ll do so in a faint way,” said Tara with a voice that was just a little deeper but still feminine and alluring. “But the beauty is that if you don’t make a big deal and act natural nobody ever gets it.” Molly nodded certainly. “I feel smarter,” she said as she moved. “Good, I like it when a deal goes well and both groups are happy.” Tara said as she fished her broken bra out of her too small shirt. She tossed it behind her and put and arm around Molly. They sashayed down the stairs, Tara bouncing a lot, Molly not nearly as much. 

 

Tina just stared and then looked at the bra on the floor. Picking it up she could not even begin to contain her disbelief and rage.

 

7 years ago.

 

She was gorgeous, though tiny. Some had asked if she was an angel Carth Olof knew what she was, a goddess. He had had sex hot and cold all through his life. But she, he would cut himself for her. He was 6’5”, the former quarterback at the local high school. His cheerleader wife couldn’t understand his fascination, and had left him rather than understand his macrophelia. He watched his 5ft. angel watching as she twisted on stage. Her hips and B cups swayed with a goddess like motion. As he waited for her, collages in his hand of her towering above, she disengaged from her admirers. “What are you doing here?” She asked as he stood there anxiously. He told her of his fantasy, everything. She seemed so nice and understanding.

 

Finally she thought. The last three months searching had been tough. She had been waiting for someone with the right fetish to approach. Her ill gotten curves had done her well and she now stood to complete her second stage plan. “I’ve got something where we can both get what we want.” She said seductively to him. “how?” he asked cautiously. “Well there is this real simple thing, and it will give us what we want” she said smiling her best. 

 

Carth was game, he had lost everything, his wife, job, and dignity. What was his height worth. Carth moaned she delicately placed her hands on him. It felt amazing, the best of the dozens he’d had. She slipped him in and began to ride, as they were doing so a purple light suffused them. She began to get bigger heavier, he couldn’t breath. She shifted “Sorry shorty, I guess I’m to big for you to be playing.” She giggled at this as he groaned from her faster and harder ministrations. Finally he came, her coming more from her new size. She stood up stretching as she did so. She walked over to the weight scale, which also measured height and grinned as she took the measurement. “Shorty, c’mere and see you’re goddess.” Carth sat up, walked over and read it off. “You’re 6’ even mam.” Carth winced as she ordered him up on the scale. “You, little guy, are 5’5” in bare feet hahahaha.” She grinned down at him as he turned red. “Don’t worry, I’m sure my size Barbie wants someone like you, you big tough guy you.” Carth was starting to get really mad. He stormed out as she called after him. “Temper just makes you look short.” She grinned as she looked at herself in the mirror.

 

Now for Phase 3.

 

Chapter 3 Mountains

 

Tara stood in front of the mirror, staring over her attire. It was important, when making a exchange, to present the right message. She had spent the last six years crafting the perfect form. An six foot one inch frame, with a perfect blend of tone and softness. Large D’s set off by curvaceous form, showed just how much someone could grow. What was more, Her curves had been changed, hips flaring out around a butt she had gained from a lesbian at a supermarket. Her legs stretched downward, going forever. And to make sure it all wound together, she had had the beginnings of a six pack. Of course, now all of that was even bigger. She had to bend at the moment to see herself in the mirror, she was so big. At 6 ft 8 in she was larger then any women she knew. Her D’s were now DDD’s. that six pack was evident, and small bulges were on her arms. The decision she made now would change all of that. Perhaps she was being impulsive? She knew that muscle was hard to get, harder to maintain. This would be the hardest she had ever struck. It had to be a man. And it had to be so many important things!

 

She sighed finishing her preparations by straitening her straining red top over her enormous breasts. She looked at her tight short shorts. This was going to be it though, She got this and NOONE would be bigger, in any way. She had to do it, it was the culmination of all of her endeavors. She looked up, grabbed her bag and walked out the door. She had placed membership at the gym under a fake name, Jennifer Walters. Patently obvious, really, but these meatheads lacked true vision. As she drove she thought about that fateful night, eight long years ago.

 

Wiping the tears from her eyes, Tara walked over to her computer, she was staring at a message board post, made to Carol, her roommate. Carol was weird, with fetishes like crazy. This one was about growing larger. Tara read the post from a Magician. “I think I can help, come see me tomorrow ☺” Tara typed in okay, then deleted the message completely, her mind already tracking along the necessary lines. She laid back on her bed as Carol entered, smiling as she sat at her table.

 

In Mississippi 

 

Tina sat there at a café, waiting for a man in black to arrive. A man as white as day appeared, dressed completely in black. “Hello, Tina, I understand you want answers?” Tina just looked at the man in black, and stated, “Yes, I want to know about Tara.” The white black man grinned, revealing white teeth, “But that’s not that easy, it takes effort, time, energy. Why, why on earth might I do something like that?” She thought for a second, “You want something unique, I had a place, in my head. It was for me as a adolescent. I let you know of it, I get what I want?” The white black man looked at her for moment, nodded and leaned forward. Tina whispered into his ears, he grinned at her whispered secret. 

 

He pulled out a box of cigarettes, causing Tina to turn her nose up. He saw her reaction and that luminous smile appeared, “I know, it’s an horrid thing isn’t it?” Then he lit one up. As the smoke surrounded them, he sat up, and with a motion of his hand, the smoke separated making a ball. In the ball was a short girl, with brown hair who looked like Tara’s little sister. “I want to grow, be bigger, you said you have something.” She looked maniac, rabid. At this point he stopped everything, “I knew she wasn’t Carol.” He said. She looked at him, “Why did you let her pretend.” He took another pull, paused, then “ I knew what she wanted, who she was, but she didn’t know what I wanted.” He laughed, a croaking that caused terror to fill Tina. “I wanted to have fun, and Tara, oh she was more fun then Carol would ever be.” 

 

Tina was both frightened and fatigued. “So what, you made a deal for her soul?” The white black man laughed, “Why would I want a soul?” He began to move, “No, NO, I think not.” He took a long pull, then grinned as he threw it under his shoe, “I did it because I wanted to, because it was FUN.” He looked at her, “I gave her a nine week apprenticeship. And before you ask, you can have it and get what you want in three.” He held out his hand to her.

 

Tina took a sip of her coffee, looking around she stood up, shook his hand, and walked away with him.

 

 

Chapter 4 Gym’s and Dream’s

 

Butch Cassidy, yeah he knew you recognized the name from the movie, sat there waiting for the young woman who had turned his life upside down. His girl was aware of everything, she knew he was going to the gym, working out with the tallest most beautiful woman alive, and she had delivered an statement tonight. Her or me she said. He grinned as he saw her standing there, all 5ft. 3 in, her small breasts quivering. She couldn’t hope to measure up, even though Jen was too tall for his tastes, she was otherwise perfect. 

 

“Jen, you’re late.” He said smiling up into her face, trying not to look straight ahead at her straining shirt, filled with the most perfect creamy flesh. He wasn’t that big, 6’ even, with the physique of a body builder. Jen grinned down at him and made the first move. As she enveloped him, she pawed him. He was happy she was making the first move. It was good she take some initiative. 

 

“Baby.” Jen said pouting. “What?” asked Butch. “I want to role play tonight,” Jen said, grinning.” Butch was intrigued, wanting to know more. Jen quickly explained that she wanted to play a muscle vampire, that sucked his muscle and ability to make it. She grinned and said she read about it and it sounded hot. 

 

Butch played with her rack for a bit, thinking. “Alright, so what do we do?” he asked. Jen bounced around, her excitement contagious. “Well I make this deal, where you agree to give me your muscles and ability and I give you mine, then we pretend like you’re getting weaker and I’m getting bigger and y’know.” She smiled as she held out her hand. Butch gave it, and she took it. After that they worked out, her playing her part well. Butch had to admit he was getting a little turned on when they where done, she bent down, and they began to make love on the bench. As this happened he noticed that her arms where beginning to stay at the size they had been when she cocked them. Jen smiled and looked him in the eyes. “C’mon, I want to show you just what a woman is capable of.” 

 

Butch was in shock, Jen had nice round biceps now, not too big, but they were noticeable bulges. As she flexed, she grinned and asked him to as well, his dwindled arms down to a normal man’s build, while hers filled until they were like a professional light weight model’s. She then went from machine to machine, and as she lifted, he shrunk and she gulp, was even bigger! His legs withered while hers expanded. When she worked on her gluts, he sprung a hard on as he felt his backside soften, while hers hardened and became even rounder and more tight. She finished with her pecs, making him put his hands her breasts as the lifted and pushed out more, she finished and with the sensation of his hands came shortly thereafter. 

 

Butch was in tears, “Why, I…” Jen smiled and put a hand on his mouth, “Now, you don’t want me mad do you, You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.” She smiled at him, his tears feeling her sadomasochistic side she had taken from a dom once in exchange for her confidence. She smiled as she walked out. Bouncing as much as possible to add to his pain.

 

That night, later

 

Alan looked around, another bloody dream, this one black and white. Why the hell was he dressed like Ricky fucking Ricardo in a bathing suit from the fifties. As he sat there next to Tina, who was wearing a similar style swimsuit, he had sand kicked in his face. He stood up to find himself looking up at some bodybuilding moron. He was pushed down and this guy started to bear down on him. As this was happening he saw Tina pull out a can of something that…no! You have got to be kidding, spinach. As she took out some, and rolled it into a ball, she was standing up. Gulping it down, her body began to change. She was looking taller, her legs lengthening. As this was happening her breasts pressed out of her swimsuit, she was getting larger. Finally she was around 6 and a half feet. As she achieved this she took out another wad, swallowing it with a loud slurp. She began to get bigger, but this time it was her, muscles. She flexed and every muscled swelled out, then she stopped and they remained, her eight pack was rippling with every move as she approached the asshole. She grabbed him, causing a large eruption of biceps, he looked in fear, she simply grinned and he pissed himself. Alan was beginning to get a hard on from the show. As he ran away, she helped Alan up, as he found himself face to bust. She walked over and held up the spinach can. Alan motioned to her not to but she just smiled. As she took it down she grew every where. Her clothes rent as her body expanded, her breasts expanding. She wiggled her hips while her face showed ecstasy at all of the changes happening. Finally she stopped, smiling from her perch 7’10”. She began to gyrate, picking him up and roughly having sex with him, and as he kissed and caressed her large form, they came together. 

 

March

 

Chapter 1 God Save the Queen.

 

Mike’s was suffering through Molly’s absence, Alan thought as he walked inside. It just wasn’t the same since she became a cop. Alan was surprised that she had passed the second try. It just went to show that hard work and…oof.

 

Alan found himself looking up from the ground at the bars ceilings. Readjusting his vision, he saw the object of his fall. The girl was probably about upper 20’s, with long jet-black hair. Her suit was a jet blue, and an extremely expensive one at that. As Alan got up he gave her his help, something she readily accepted. Her hand felt unusually large, yet smooth and pale. Her slender legs underneath her, she began to rise. First she was at his crotch, then his chest, and still she kept going upward. Finally she was at his eye line and paused a moment. A moment was all it was as she smiled at his surprised look and rose ever larger. He was soon left looking up into a formidable bust. Alan opened his mouth, but before he could speak, a fly got caught. He began to cough, and the enormous, pale hulk of a woman patted him on the back, a rumble of humor starting to sound come out. 

 

“There now, all done I see,” she said, “My name is, um, exscuse me.” She paused then bent down. A small pointed chin led into a perfect little rosebud of lips. Her eyes were bewitching green. Her thin eybrows were up in a expression mirth. “Sorry luv, but I jus can’t take u seriously only seeing the top of ye.” 

 

Alan just agreed, “I guess it would be possible.” He began to make his excuses, girlfriend at home who was irate, work was long, it went on. Wyonna shook her head, “You don’t get off that easy, tadpole, you knocked me ovar.” Wyonna put a hand at his back and drug him over to the bar. “Ya owe ma I drink now.” 

 

Alan listened as Wyonna began to yammer; she was English, north Hampton, thank you. She was 7 ft. in her flats, something that led to her getting scholarships, which led to an American college, then pro league during her post training.

 

“So,” He commented, “You didn’t keep playing?” She took a draw, “Oh, well it just wasn’t something I thought was very worthwhile.” She smiled at him, “Let me ask you, you said your girlfriend was domineering and hateful, is there any reason to put up with that. I mean look at you, Alan, your handsome.” She was turning pink, her black her making it a lovely contrast. “Your drunk” Alan said slurring his words. “So, wat, you gonna spank me?” She laughed and stood up, her enormous pale butt in his sight. As he moved to do so he tripped into her soft butt. She cooed at this and then one thing led to another as Alan and her stumbled into Wynonna’s apartment.

 

As she lay there basking in the afterglow, she turned to Alan. “Why is it that you think you’ve fallen out with her?” Alan took a long pull on his cigar, “I guess, I didn’t think I would feel this attraction to bigger ladies but,” She jabbed him, hard. “But what, midget.” Alan laughed, “I guess, you’re like the last supper versus van goh’s sunflowers. There both great works of art, but the last supper is clearly big. Its large size allows it to have more of all that makes art so, wonderful.” Wyonna was looking on in wonder herself, begging that he continue. “Alright, like you’re breasts,” he began. Wyonna tittered causing a beautiful bobbing motion. “You see, a small women would either be abnormally large for her breasts to do that, but with you, it is just normal.” As the smoke began to dissipate he took it again. He sighed, “I guess, with Tara she grew and I loved her body more then ever, but her personality changed.” He blew a tower of cloud, “I feel like underneath that bright exterior hides a bitter human being, and I feel like I’m responsible for that woman.” 

 

Wyonna, she was so in awe, men didn’t speak like this, not normally. She just wanted, well she wanted. That was it, clear as clear. As she thought to speak he put his cigar down, stood up and began dressing. Before she could think what to say, he was gone.

 

Across town

 

Tara was knocking down her fourth bourbon. She was sitting with her friend Molly, who had ascended into the police academy with little trouble. Her smaller friend at the moment was smoking a Cuban, looking out at the city. “You think that its better to be tall, or smart?” Molly asked, her cap on the table and her top button undone. 

 

Tara tittered, her enormous chest bouncing inside her silky black shirt, her grey suit tightly straining around her arms as she took a drink, “I didn’t know it was an choice.” She took a long pull on her cigar, “You know I prefer both.” 

 

Molly looked out at Boston. “Yes, I understand, do you think that Alan prefers you like you are now?”

 

Tara just simply said, “I don’t care, I did, I thought I would. That asshole needs to learn who the goddess is, and who is the pipsqueak.” She continued to drink, “I mean I went so long, just waiting to be wanted. U know, and now that I’ve finally got it, all I want now is to force everyone to pay attention like they should.” She gulped down the rest of the glass, “Imnot 4’9” and a alf anymore, why should act like I did, I mean, some of the changes that happened, It makes ya different.” 

 

Tara bounded up, her 6’8” frame boosted by 3 inch heels making her an impressive 6’11”. Her suit strained over her breasts as they bounced, her biceps and arms straining the sides, her muscled legs stretching the material out as far as her pants would stretch. “I’m fucking awesome, look at me, ma boobs are bigger then your head, I mean my God, name one rack that is remotely this sexy.” She gasped as she pinched a nipple through the suit.

 

“And if my curves and height aren’t enough, I have the physique to pummel any guy into my bidding.” Tara was getting angry and swinging her arms, scaring Molly into cowering slightly, “ and and and If I have to I’ll grow more, I’ll have it all, I will SUCK EVERY LAST BIT OF POWER OUT OF EVERYONE!” Tara calmed down some, “I’m sorry Molly, Alan doesn’t treat me right anymore, I mean c’mon, look at me.” Molly did, she was gorgeous, but she could see how Alan would not be interested.

 

In Mississippi 

 

In the American South, you can go your entire existence without seeing a person of Middle Eastern descent. There is a very good reason for this, It’s like mixing oil and whatever oil doesn’t mix with. People everywhere else didn’t get that it had nothing to do with bigotry, but with two similar places. Both lands have finite rules. And when two very religious, very solidly traditional societies, you’re asking for conflict. Muslims and fundamentalist Christians just don’t mix well. So it was quite a shock for Larry’s when a young brown woman who wore a hijab walked in. Ironically enough, this bar was filled with younger lads, eager to show their cleanliness of racists scrambled to buy her a drink. Earlier in her life she might have been offended by such things, she had however finally tossed off her faith, which she had realized was dead years by this time. She worked the crowd, looking for the right…there. He wasn’t tall or short, but middle. His hair, body, average, it was the perfect blend for what he was. She stood up and walked over to the shy man. “Hey there, I was just looking for a quite place to drink, kay?” He nodded to her query.

 

As they talked, he began to get really interested. She remembered her training, always let them give it up. If you do it right, you just gave them everything they ever wanted. As she chatted she hinted to him, little things.

 

“Do you want to see my apartment?” he asked her. Soon they walked into his place, his hands all over her. The first time was the most important. She was still 4’10”, and could be hurt if he was angered. As she moaned at his feeble attempts, she whispered, “Is that a cello?” Barry nodded his head, “I want to be a musician, but I just can’t.” She smiled, “I was one, tell you what, you give me some height, lets say eight inches, you get the best cello ability anyone had ever seen?” Barry gulped, “Are you a devil or something?” She pouted, “No, how could you say that, look I didn’t come here to be insulted.” She started to leave and he reached out and stopped her. She was furious; nobody should be able to manhandle her. Barry reached back; damn she’d scared him. “Hey, it’s scary, I understand.” She began to run her hands over him, his chest and shoulders, “But imagine how HOT I’ll look taller, longer legs, bigger boobs, more.” She heard him begin to stutter some weak protest, “SHHHH, and you’ll get that BIG scholarship to play at college, be the next big thing and everything.” She held one delicate hand up, three fingers pointing out. “Going once” Barry jumped forward, sweating all over her. She held up one hand to him, “Shake, and then we have an arrangement.” Barry so, and then looked concerned as she took off her red dress, dropping down leaving her bare breasts on display to the room, her brown nipples pointing outward in the cool air. “We have complete things, which means an act of intercourse, somehow you’ll just survive it won’t we?” She asked condescendingly. 

 

Barry began to kiss her, and she went with it, finally as she began to climax, she felt light and a purple glow suffused her. Suddenly their passionless sex had become tantric. She was moving and moaning and making noises that were begging, Barry noticed this and went to work, feeling it too. As they passionately made love, She noticed how light Barry was getting, his thing, painful at the start was less so, she also noticed his 5’8” physique was becoming less and less imposing. She felt her feet touch his as his head and hers touched, they were the same height for one moment, then they continued, him shrinking and her growing. During the pause he had looked at her horrified, her face triumphant at her new physique. She began to moan, “Bigger, c’mon c’mon c’mon.” The brown skinned goddess was now down, her climax over, she rolled him off of her. She stood up, obviously much greater in height then before. Barry lay there, in weirdness. “Barry, c’mere, now!” She commanded. Barry stood up and walked over, his head at his goddess chin. She grinned down at him, “Come measure me, Shorty.” Barry winced, “Your 5’6”. She grinned down at him, “That make you 5’, not bad, now perform for me, Shorty.” 

 

Barry went over to his tool, and began to create the most beautiful song. As it was over she felt tears down her cheek. Barry grinned, clearly moved as well. Tina left feeling happy with the outcome; both of their lives were enriched.

 

 

Chapter 2 in which indiscretions are revealed, and a young woman continues her journey.

 

Alan tried not to look at his girlfriend, Tara had become terrifying and titillating. Tara was wearing sneakers and a pair of white sox, her amazing legs stretching into a small skirt of black satin tightly around her curvy hips, her butt standing out severly and attractively. Her torso was clad in a white satin clothe that strained too small against her eight pack abdominals, threateningly just below his mouth. Up above his eye line were the largest tits he had ever had the pleasure of feeling. She was heavy uptop, and if anyone were tall, they would have seen the amazing cleavage her breasts formed. Her pistons created large indentions, 20” each. They strained her sleeves as her well formed shoulders met a feminine swan neck leading up to the perfect face, done up well, with brown hair at her shoulders. She looked down at him, noticing him staring at her arms, and flexed, causing him to show terror, which excited her quite a bit. To calm him she brushed a curvy hip and tight butt cheek into Alan. He was so terrified and turned on all the time, he couldn’t operate well, which was just how Tara wanted things. 

 

Tara ducked her head to fit into Mike’s doorway, making a clear demonstration of her height, and build, for all. That’s when she spotted the impossible. A women who was, BIGGER. It wasn’t fair, no way in hell. Tara then noticed the look she and Alan had. Oh, Hell NO! She began to run toward the black-headed whore, throwing tables to the side. Alan was swept along in her wake. “Now, Tara, hold on.” He didn’t get this as she plowed into the brunette, knocking her down, and she cried. “What the fuck bitch, you don’t cry.” Tara said confused that the hussy was such a weakling for being so huge. “You just hit me for no reason.” She said this with tears streaming down her face. Alan glared at Tara, “That is it, alright, I did sleep with a woman. It wasn’t her it was someone called Wynonna. I mean my God, you’re just so, nuts.” Alan had his hand in the air shaking it. “I mean you just tore this place up, you boss me all…. it’s it.” 

 

Tara felt herself begin to cry, angry she knelt lower, “Think, really carefully half-pint, before you say anything else.” As she said this she grabbed him, “You and I just need to take it home.” He resisted, managing to slip out of her grip. “No, I won’t.” Tara, mad, approached him only to hear a rifle click.

 

Mara had a rifle out and was pointing it at Tara, “Get the hell out Tara, now!” Tara glared at her but moved out. As she did so she threw one last dirty look that clearly told Mara she was in deep water.

 

In Massachusetts

 

An older woman had no reason to believe her luck. The brown haired beauty had chosen this 6’3” former WNBA player and closet lesbian, Monica, to spend a night of passion which she desperately wanted to oblige. She wished she could change things, be different, want men. But she just had to have the same gender. 

 

She communicated this to the brown haired woman who smiled at the woman’s trouble. “I have a way, here’s the arrangement.” She began to rub the woman’s soft back. “I want to take 10” off of you and your build, in exchange, you’ll get some of my attraction to men, and I get some of your girl attraction.” Monica was wary, but held her arm out, feeling a lot of warring emotions. 

 

Tina couldn’t have been more thrilled as she began kissing Monica, causing small tremors through Monica. As she stripped off her T-shirt and jeans.

 

As Monica began to bring her to orgasm, she felt the familiar light feeling, and so her chocolate partner’s body begin to contract. As this happened she began to become more interested in Monica’s body, her dwindling size only further arousing Tina’s sensibilities. Tina roared as she threw Monica over onto the other side of the bed pouncing on her soft form, little Monica giggled at this, never having been small enough before to be manhandled by anyone, especially another woman. 

 

Tina felt a thrill surge through her as she stood up, everything was so much less intimidating now. She finally felt, powerful. She saw Monica get up, timid at her decreased height and build. She was small. Tina made Monica measure her, 6’4”. Tina did the math, Monica was 5’5”. As she was leaving, She noticed Monica crying.

 

“What’s the matter?” Tina asked as she tried to put on Monica’s clothes which were to small on her. “I just realized how handsome my husband looks, Thank you a lot!” Monica threw her now little arms around Tina, who was overwhelmed to have helped someone while being so obsessed with her own problems.