The Wish Book, Part 1
By GBM
She who gets the last wish .


Walking into the front door I looked around. Mom and Dad didn't appear to be
home. But I'll bet Suzy's home! Hearing the TV on in the living room caused me
to smile. Just her and me. Although I know I should just leave her alone, the
opportunity to harass her is just too hard to resist.

Not too long ago I never got the opportunity to do much to Suzy. She's only 10
years old, while I'm 15. Anytime I'd bug her, she'd go running to Mom or Dad
and I'd get in trouble. It wasn't really worth the pain after awhile, even
though she remained an annoyance. But now things have changed.

It was just last month, even though now it seems like much longer. Dad had
given me the combination to our safe and had given me some documents to put
there. I wasn't thrilled with being his secretary, but was also happy that he
had trusted me enough to give me the combination. It was in the safe that I
found it. It was an old book. It looked like an accountant book, but the title
was strange. "Jacob Family Wish Book." I reached for it and as soon as I
touched it my mind was flooded. I became much more aware. I knew things that
before I had no clue about. It was as if the book was talking to me. How the
success of our family throughout the generations was based upon what was
written in this book. Opening it up, I noticed that the first entry was over
200 years ago. It was a written request for a successful life for his family
and all the generations that would follow. Paging through the book I noticed
that men throughout the years entered similar wishes and I could now sense
that they all came true. I also noticed that there was only one entry from a
woman. Back in 1900 my Great-Great Grandmother had wished for healthy
children. Amazingly, all of her kids wound up being fantastic athletes. It was
as if the result was even more powerfully fulfilled because she was the only
woman who had written a wish in the book.

I then moved to the end and saw Dad's entry. He had entered it when he was the
same age as me. Dad had written a request for financial success. He sure got
his wish. He was the President of a large aerospace manufacturing company. Our
family was rich, and although we didn't get to see Dad as much as we would
like, we got whatever we wanted. It then struck me. It was my turn. What would
I wish for? Well, it certainly wouldn't be for money; Dad took care of that. I
really hadn't thought about a family yet, so those types of wishes seemed
silly right now. I liked the idea of being a great athlete. Since I was pretty
skinny and not very coordinated, the only athletic thing I was good at was
running, but I still wasn't that good. At almost 6 foot tall I only weighed
130 pounds. And then it struck me. I'll ask for the ability to grow big and
strong, kind of like a superhero. Yeah, I know that doesn't sound very noble,
like some of the other wishes, but hey, it seemed like a good idea at the
time. The funny thing was I already knew that it was one wish to a customer,
and from what I could tell, one wish for each generation. Shrugging my
shoulders, I grabbed a pen and wrote my wish. As soon as I was done writing I
felt a tingling throughout my body. It was like the book was now a part of me.
All of the knowledge and wisdom transferred into me. About how the book was
formed by a heroic act, how the book was passed on, and how I could use my
powers.

Placing the book back into the safe I stood up. Looking over at my scrawny arm
I thought about adding size and power. And sure enough, muscles began forming
and I could feel myself getting stronger. And then I thought about being
normal and I went back to my old self. I was now sure that I wouldn't be
spending much time as my old self.

But that wasn't all. One of the other things about the book was that it could
take a simple statement and tailor it to the person. The book also made sure
that whoever made the wish was never found out. Usually the successes wished
for would come normally so nobody would suspect anything. The adder to my wish
was a little different. People either accepted my growth as normal or simply
forgot about it and replaced it with some other reality. The book let me sense
this power and boy has it been fun. I've beaten up bullies and they later
never even knew it was me. And one of the best things is that I can harass
Suzy again. There would be no exception today.

Walking into the family room I saw that Suzy was watching some lame video on
MTV2. I jumped over the couch and landed right next to her.

"Hi there squirt."

"Don't call me squirt you slug. Leave me alone."

I looked at her and smiled. I had no reason to feel guilty for tormenting her
in the past. Leaning over toward her I whispered.

"Want to go for a ride?"

"What are you talking about? Go away, or I'm telling."

I looked at her again. She wasn't as skinny as me. Even though she was only
ten, she was almost 5 feet tall. Having taken gymnastic classes, she was
pretty fit and firm. Her black hair currently hung to her shoulders and her
blue eyes would sparkle in the light. Mom and Dad always said how pretty she
was, but to me she was just my annoying sister.

Leaning back into the couch away from her I concentrated. I started to grow.
Muscles appeared all over my body. My jeans filled out and my t-shirt became
strained. My arms bulged. I then stood up and walked in front of her. Suzy's
surprised look was always the same, and always satisfying.

"Terry, what's happening to you?"

"Oh, nothing that hasn't happened before. Now about that ride."

Before she could react I grabbed her wrist and pulled. She cried out in pain,
but I wasn't really hurting her. I then grabbed her ankle and quickly yanked
her over my head.

"Hey! Put me down!"

I looked up at her. "Or what?"

"Or I'm telling."

I smiled, knowing that she said this every time, but would never remember. "Go
ahead."

With that, I threw her into the air. She screamed once again, but I caught her
before she landed. Now that I was much stronger than she was, her resistance
was feeble and I had my fun, tossing her up, holding her down and pretty much
tormenting her for the better part of ten minutes. Finally tiring of the game,
I let her go. As usual she ran off to her room crying. I chuckled and reverted
back to my normal athletic self. I hadn't gone all the way back to my skinny
self since that first day. Walking over to the fridge I pulled out a soda and
went back to the family room to watch some TV. Suzy would soon forget why she
was crying, but she would be out of my hair for quite a while. Life was good.

Little did I know that life would soon change. Apparently, Mom and Dad had
figured out what I was doing. My guess is Dad read the book and discovered why
Suzy was crying so much.

I didn't even notice that Suzy had left her room and had headed for the den.
However, I did hear her talking our loud, something about, "that dirty little
so and so." My interest peeked, I got up from the couch and headed for the
sound of Suzy's voice. I eventually wound up at the den and was surprised to
see Suzy standing next to the open safe.

"So you used your wish to pick on me?"

I bit my lower lip. "What do you mean, and why is the safe open?"

"Dad gave me the combo. He wrote me a note telling me that I should look at
the book."

I turned my head to the side. She still had a few bruises on her body from our
earlier fun and she was still wearing her blue shorts and red tank top that
showed her tight belly. She was barefoot and had her hands on her hips. She
looked upset and a bit too knowledgeable.

"So you looked at the book. So what." I wasn't really worried. After all I had
made the wish for this generation.

"Oh, I see. You think you're the only one who can make a wish do you? Well,
we'll see about that!"

Before I could move forward, she started furiously scribbling in the book. By
the time I reached her she was done. She slammed the book closed and looked at
me. I sniffed at her.

"What do you think you're going to accomplish. The wishes only work for one
generation."

She smiled back at me. "That's what you think. That may be true if it were two
men. But we're brother and sister."

I swallowed hard. For the first time since I had made my wish I was worried.

"That's right slug. And not only that, but since I'm only the second female to
make a wish, it's bound to be very powerful."

"OK, fine, so you get a wish too. What did you wish for, to be a great gymnast
or just to marry some stupid rap star."

"Oh no, big brother, it's much better than that. Like you, I always liked the
idea of having a little muscle. But unlike you, I've actually worked at it."
She then lifted her top to completely expose her stomach. She then tensed it
and a slightly defined six pack was exposed.

"See, I've already got something."

I stepped back. "Big deal. Do you want to see a real six pack?"

I lifted my t-shirt and concentrated. My tight stomach soon erupted into an
incredible mass of abdominal muscles. My body filled with powerful muscles to
the point of straining my shirt and pants. And then to my horror, the muscles
just as quickly receded. Perplexed, I looked back at Suzy.

"Oh, are you looking for these?"

She lifted her shirt once again and before my eyes her small tight stomach
exploded into an incredible six pack, even more defined and muscular than mine
was a few seconds ago.

"You see big brother, I just trumped your wish. I wished for the ability to
'borrow' other people's strength and power. I can feel it run into me, and I
can let it out as I please. So go ahead, wish yourself big again and we'll see
who tosses who around."

I could feel the blood rushing out of my head. She had me now. I didn't know
how powerful her wish was, but I guessed that she must have to at least see
the person she was stealing the strength from and figured it was time to get
the heck out of here. I turned around and took off toward the door, but didn't
get very far. All of my strength suddenly left me and after only ten feet I
fell down. As I hit the floor Suzy cried out.

"Woah, what rush!"

Hoping that she was distracted, I willed myself back a bunch of strength and
lot of size, got back up and bolted for the door, but just as I reached the
entrance, she sucked the strength back out and I once again fell to the
ground. This time Suzy let out a very pleasurable sounding 'wow'.

I turned over on my back and lifted my head. Suzy began walking over toward
me. The first thing I noticed were her legs. Before they were thin and tight,
now they had bulked up. Big and cut, her thighs bounced as she walked and
contracted into firm masses as she planted her foot. They were bigger than
those of any gymnast and looked like they belonged on a female bodybuilder. I
could even see her calves bunch into round balls the size of softballs with
every step. The thighs swept into a clear teardrop above each knee. Her legs
were nothing short of incredible. Looking further up I noticed that her cute
six pack was now an extraordinary mass of finely separated bunches. Her casual
breathing caused them to ripple up and down. Continuing to look upward I
noticed that her back and chest had also put on large amounts of muscle. Her
tank top was now up to the bottom of her chest. And what a chest it was, large
and firm, she looked like she had rock hard DD's. Her back flared out, giving
her a pronounced V shape. Her arms appeared large and muscular, even unflexed.

Finally reaching me she stood by my side, then moved one foot over my stomach,
brushed her small bare foot across my body and pushed my shirt up toward my
head, exposing my now thin chest. I watched with fascination as her large calf
bunched and rolled into a massive 16-inch ball while moving around my body.
She then rubbed the ball of her foot around my chest, stopped for a moment,
then pushed down hard enough for me to notice. Her thigh and calf flexed into
an impressive muscular set. I instinctively increased my strength to
compensate and grew a little more muscular. She pulled her foot back and
immediately sucked my size and strength away. She stiffened and then swelled a
little bigger.

"Do that again!"

I looked up at her. "Do what again?"

"Get bigger. You're like my own personal battery. I can keep getting bigger
and stronger, while you get big for a moment, then get shrunk back down. This
is gonna be great!"

I looked away for a moment. "No way. I'm not getting bigger again just so you
can suck me dry."

She smiled and gave me a little kick. I looked back at her.

"Oh, I think you'll do what I want."

She then flexed her arms into a classic double bicep pose. And what a pose.
Two large masses of young female muscle rose upward. Her arms were ripped,
peaked and pulsing with power. They had to be over 18 inches! On a 4 foot-10
inch 10 year old girl. Her chest pressed forward and began to strain her tank
top. Her shoulders and traps pushed upward with large, striking muscles. She
looked like a champion bodybuilder. Her abs were thick, her thighs were now
even bigger and were cut with perfectly shaped muscles. I was completely
dumbstruck. Her smile faded a bit.

"Let's play a little game."

Before I could react, she reached down and grabbed my shirt with one hand and
my pants with the other and effortlessly lifted me in the air.

"Wow, that was easy. So this is what it was like to get strong and lift me up
in the air. Let's see how you like the tossing part."

She then lowered my body and tossed me four feet in the air. I yelped from the
rush. She held out her arms and caught me like a little boy, cradling next to
her large, hard body. I felt ridiculous. She then brought her arms together
and began squeezing me. My legs were touching my chest and I could feel the
pressure. I cried out for her to stop.

"Oh, what's the matter. Can't take a little bit of wrestling now that I'm the
strong one." She then squeezed down harder. I yelped again. And once again,
against my better judgement, I started to struggle against her and got bigger.
She held me tight, but let me continue to get bigger until I was nearly as
muscular as she was. Then just as I began to break free I once again felt
myself fading in size and strength. Suzy dropped me to the floor as I was
reduced to nothing again. She smiled at me.

"There, now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

She once again flexed into a double bicep pose and I watched with both horror
and fascination as she grew once again. Her arms pushed upward, climbing past
20 inches. They swelled and rose into perfectly shaped twin peaks. Then they
got bigger! Her huge arms continued to grow and swell until they were past 24
inches or rock hard power! She was becoming enormous! No longer the size of a
female bodybuilder, my little 10 year old sister was carrying enough muscle to
enter a lightweight male bodybuilder competition. Her thighs flared outward
into incredible ripped masses of little girl beef, her powerful chest pushed
forward and grew outward, ripping the sides of the now overstrained top and
exposing the bottom of her muscle filled chest. Her super-cut abs were even
larger and more defined. She lifted one foot up to her toes and rotated her
knee so that her expanding calf was visible. It was huge, looking like someone
had jammed a heart shaped football in there. Looking back up, I could see her
back spread outward into thick, muscular wings. I was flabbergasted. I don't
think I ever got this large and I'm over a foot taller!

I finally let out a comment. "You sure seem to know all of these bodybuilder
poses."

She released her flex and looked back down at me. "Yeah, the girls on the
gymnastic team would mess around every now and then. I wasn't as big as some
of the girls. I'll bet they'd be surprised now."

"Um, now that you've gotten really big, are we through here?"

I wasn't very surprised when she laughed at me.

"Done? I still have more size and strength stored. Mom and Dad won't be home
for a while, so I could start beating you up."

I closed my eyes and scrunched my face, expecting her to start her attack, but
nothing happened. After a few moments I opened my eyes again and looked up at
her.

"Oh you big baby. We've got plenty of time. I want to experiment a little
first. Then we can go for a walk so I can try out my power on some other
people. Then we can have some more fun."

I sighed. And to think, I thought this would be another great day. I looked
back at her and tried again.

"We? Why do you need me to go out on a walk?"

"You tortured me for a month. The payback may take a while. And you'd better
not complain or I will beat you up."

To drive her point home she smacked her fist a few times into her palm. Her
massive frame tensing into a dynamic pose.

"We've only just begun. Now, get up, I've got an idea."

I groaned. "I can't get up. You sucked all of my strength and most of my size.
I'm thinner than I was before I wished for an athletic body."

"Alright, go ahead and wish for some more size and strength, I promise I won't
suck it out, at least not yet. But if you try to run away, I'll suck you dry
and beat the crap out of you."

Defeated, I hung my head. I then wished for a little size and strength. I
figured if I wished for too much, she would just steal it again. She was big
enough already.

She nodded her head as I got up and walked out of the room. I followed her
like a little puppy. As she walked in front of me I got my first view of her
back. Holy crap, was she muscular! I wonder if she knew she was this big. Her
shoulders were broad and defined. Her back was wide and stretching her top to
near destruction. I could see the incredible thick muscular bumps and grooves
all along her back. Her behind was big, tight and round. It was now so full
that it pulled up her shorts to the point of exposing the bottom of her
cheeks. And I once again got a look at her incredible calves. They bunched
into huge firm masses with each step. I had the ability to make myself as big
as I wanted and her size was making me jealous. I never looked as good as she
did.

I was so mesmerized by her calves that I almost bumped into her when she
stopped in front of the fireplace. Suzy turned around and looked up at me.

"So, tough guy, just how strong were you when you bulked up?"

"I don't know. Pretty strong. Stronger than anyone at school."

"Well, considering that I've sucked your strength four times I ought to be
really strong."

She then reached over and grabbed the poker off of the stand. Holding it out
in front of her she gripped it hard. I could see her knuckles turn white as
she applied pressure to both ends. Then just when I thought it was too much
for her, the poker started to creak. Her massive chest pushed higher up toward
her chin, straining her top to the breaking point. Her forearms expanded into
cords of steel muscles and her triceps flared outward into large horseshoe
shaped masses. As she continued to strain, the poker was starting to lose the
battle. It soon bent downward until her two small hands met near her muscle
packed stomach. In a matter of moments she had bent the iron poker in half!
She then tossed the ruined poker back toward the fireplace. It landed with a
loud clang on the stone floor.

"Well, I guess I'm pretty strong right now huh?"

I simply nodded. I don't remember ever getting strong enough to do that. She
then stepped over to the couch and looked back at me.

"I wonder how much this weighs?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, maybe a couple hundred pounds."

"Seems heavy enough."

Suzy then bent down, once again exposing her incredible behind and humongous
back. She placed her arms under the couch and in one fluid motion she lifted
the couch cleanly over her head. She then turned to face me.

"Well, if this is over 200 pounds, I must be strong, it feels as light as a
feather."

Since she was picking up a large couch, the scene was a bit odd. Here was a 10
year old girl with huge muscles holding up a very large couch, looking like
she was hardly strained. She smiled at my perplexed look.

"Here, catch!"

I backed up and held my arms up to protect myself from what would be a large
and heavy projectile. The other unfortunate thing I did was get a little
bigger and stronger in anticipation. But when I opened my eyes she was still
standing there.

"Ha, fooled you again." She then set the couch back down and walked over
toward me. And sucked out the strength I had just added.

"Ooh, thanks for that." I could then see her shift her stance slightly and
added a little more mass to her already oversized frame. Fortunately, she
didn't steal everything and I remained standing. Suzy then walked toward the
door and turned back toward me.

"Well, I think I know where we need to go next. Let's go."

I reluctantly followed as I knew I had to. Now I was the one wishing Mom and
Dad would get home. But I now remembered that they were away for the evening
and wouldn't be home till late. I groaned slightly to myself and slinked
behind my power filled little sister.

As I followed her, I was once again mesmerized by her now even bigger calves.
The perfect shape and huge size was something that held my attention more than
I would have ever imagined. Tensing into thick balls as she lifted her foot up
to her toes, my eyes followed the left side and the then right side as she
walked. Hypnotized, I once again practically walked into her as she stopped in
the gymnasium. This didn't surprise me much, since I figured she would want to
test her body. And what better place than our fully equipped gym with Olympic
quality gymnast equipment, including a full mat and sound system, and health
club quality weight sets.

Oh, did I forget to mention that we were rich?

Yeah, I came here too to try out my muscles and remember benching over 600
pounds and feeling quite manly. I could only image what Suzy was now capable
of.

Suzy looked around the gym, deciding what she wanted to try first. She walked
over to the sound system and queued up some music that I recognized as the
introduction to her floor routine. She then walked to middle of the mat and
stretched for a moment. And with one big flex she ripped the overstrained top
off of her super-muscled body. And to my surprise she had on a form fitting
bikini top with a pound sign on one side and the number 1 on the other,
obviously showing that she was number 1.

She kicked the ruined top over toward me and talked over the introductory
music.

"This is so cool. I simply wished for a form fitting bikini top so I could
cover up a little and boom, there it was."

Her massive chest was now fully exposed. Well mostly, the bikini was regular
sized on the body of a supergirl with volleyball sized pectorals. I could now
see the incredible cuts and groves in her pecs. Her breathing caused them to
rise and fall in spectacular fashion. Once again I was taken in by how
perfectly shaped and intimidating she had made her body. As the introductory
music was finishing up she looked back over toward me.

"I had always dreamed of this incredible routine with impossible moves. I'm
betting it's no longer impossible."

Just then her floor routine music started. Her enormous legs flexed and she
jumped straight up. Six feet in the air. She had just started and I was
already floored. She landed lightly, absorbing the impact of jumping that high
and quickly moved forward, bounding high in the air. She then turned to the
corner and took off running. Her thick arms moving quickly and her muscular
body tensing incredibly. About half way down the mat she pushed off with one
foot and did a hand spring and when she landed back on her feet she launched
herself into the air higher than any gymnast had ever leaped. She tucked her
legs and did three summersaults before she reached the zenith, pulled out of
the roll and did three twists and two more full head over heel turns before
she landed solidly with a room shaking thud on the corner. Her hands were
raised, her feet were perfectly together and she didn't move for a moment to
prove her point. She had stuck the landing. She then took off again and did
two whips without touching her hands to the mat, planted her feet, tensed her
powerful legs, and then took off into flight again. She flipped an incredible
five times with her body perfectly straight, landing once again with another
room shaking thud directly in the corner with both feet firmly planted on the
ground. Without waiting, she spun around, did a full flip and landed on the
mat doing the splits. She then put her hands on the mat and pushed herself up,
maintaining her split. She then started doing pommel horse leg whips that were
normally only done by the men, due to the need for great upper body strength.
Upper body strength was obviously not a problem for her now. She continued the
routine at a dizzying speed, then stopped. Without letting her legs hit the
ground, she did a hand stand and held the pose perfectly, with her toes
pointing straight into the air and her muscular calves flexed into two
unbelievable masses. She then flawlessly shifted her weight, lifted one hand
and held a one handed pose. Bending her arm, she slowly brought her body
toward the mat, flexing her tricep into an impressive mass of defined muscles.
Just as her hair brushed the floor from her decent, she pushed off with one
arm and once again shot into the air, did two perfect flips and landed solidly
on her feet. As the music started to climax, she ran back toward a corner for
a final pass. Watching her muscular legs contract with extraordinary power as
she ran was amazing. After witnessing her first two passes I could only image
what she had in mind. Taking off once again, she started with a single one
handed flip, landed on her feet, bent her legs a little extra and took off
into flight, stretching her arms outward as she climbed over 10 feet in the
air. With her exceptionally wide and thick back, it looked like she had wings.
Once she reached the peak she tucked her legs again and did more spinning
summersaults than I could count, turning her body into a blur. But she still
pulled out in time and stuck the landing. The only problem was that she landed
so hard that she sunk in a little, breaking the floorboards beneath her with a
loud crack. Ignoring the broken floor, she took one step forward and held up
her hands just as the music stopped. Turning toward me, she cocked her head to
one side.

"What, no applause?"

I clapped my hands feebly. I was more in awe than excited. To watch her
perform that impossible routine with muscles bulging everywhere on her body
was a sight to be seen. She didn't even look winded, but I still noticed her
dense abs pull in and out and her massive chest heave up and down with each
breath.

"That was fun. I'll bet the Olympic committee wouldn't know what to do."

She then walked over toward the rings. Now she really didn't use the rings,
and I was no gymnast, so they had gone unused, but I figured she would give
the rings a shot. Walking underneath them, she once again flexed her gigantic
legs, jumped straight up and grabbed the rings. Utilizing her great upper body
strength, she immediately swung around a few times and stopped at the top,
holding her massive arms to her sides. The rings and ropes barely swayed. Suzy
then slowly pulled herself down and did the iron cross I knew she would,
holding the pose as though it were nothing. Her body was once again flexed
into an impressive state, bulging everywhere, but still looking feminine.
After holding the pose for almost a minute, she got bored and let go, dropping
back to the ground.

Suzy then walked over toward me, swaying her hips like a vixen. I didn't like
her suggestive walk and started to back away slowly. She stopped a few feet
away and gave me a pouty look.

"What's the matter slug, do my big muscles scare you?"

I had to be honest. "Yeah, a little."

She smiled at me and walked over closer until she was right next to me. "Only
a little?"

I had to look down at her, which now seemed weird, considering how much bigger
she was. "OK, a lot."

She then flexed up her right arm and the impressive bicep leapt to attention,
climbing up into a 25 inch mass of little girl might. "Go ahead, feel my
muscle."

Part of me was very interested in feeling the hardness of her unbelievable
body, but most of me wanted to run away. But I figured it was best to do what
she wanted. So I reached out with my right hand, noticing how it trembled a
bit. Placing my hand on the top of the bicep I squeezed it and immediately
noticed that it was harder then my muscles ever were, probably harder than
anyone's muscles were. Rubbing my hand down the side I was once again taken in
by the size and shape. This arm belonged on a 6 foot 2 inch tough guy, not a 4
foot 10 inch little girl. I pulled my arm back to my side, hoping I had
satisfied her. She looked up at me.

"That was pretty quick. Would you like to see how big and hard other parts of
my body are?"

"No, not really."

She gave me a hurt look. "Really? Well how about my big boobies?" She thrust
out her huge chest at me. I screamed a little and backed away quickly, causing
her to laugh heartily.

"Maybe later then." She then nodded her head as though she was agreeing with a
wicked thought. Turning away from me, she looked around until she spotted the
bench press area.

"Come on then, let's see what I can lift."

I had to admit I was a bit curious as I followed her over to the weight area.

We got to the bench press and Suzy quickly removed the weights that were on
the bar. She looked over at me.

"I think the 50 pound bench press I left here is a little light."

"I didn't know you used the bench."

"Well, just a little to stay in shape for gymnastics."

Suzy then started placing the large 100 pound plates onto the bar. She lifted
the disks so easily that my initial thought was that they were fake weights.
But I knew better. She continued to pile on the weights until there were six
plates on either side. I was a little worried.

"Are you sure you can lift that? It's over 1200 pounds."

She smiled at me. "Why, what was your best lift?"

I looked to the floor. "I only got up to 600 pounds. I thought that was pretty
good."

"Well, if I'm at least four times stronger, this should be easy."

I couldn't argue, and instead moved over her to spot her. Worst case I could
get big and pull it away. Suzy didn't seem nearly as concerned. Reaching up,
she gripped the bar and moved around on the bench to get a good position. Her
tremendous legs were firmly planted on either side of the bench and her thigh
muscles bunched and rose to prominence as she flexed them. Her awesome abs
rolled as she flexed and unflexed them. And most impressively, her chest
seemed to rise even higher as she flexed it in anticipation of pressing the
1200 pound weight. And then, in one quick movement, she lifted the weight off
the rack, held it for a moment and slowly brought it down to her heaving
chest. The # and 1 both seemingly rose up to meet the bar as it descended. She
brought the weight down to touch her chest and then smoothly pushed the weight
back up with a girlish grunt. Her chest muscles bunched and elevated under the
strain and looked like they were growing bigger, approaching the size of two
soccer balls! Two big, dense muscle packed soccer balls. Without missing a
beat, as the weight reached the top she started bringing it back down again.
She continued to press the weight ten times before she racked it. Sitting up,
she turned to one side and brought her arms out in front of her and flexed her
chest. The immense soccer balls tensed and pushed upward. For the first time,
little veins appeared and danced around her chest, pumping more power and size
into her pectorals. She turned her head and looked up at me with a huge grin.

"That was pretty easy! You know, I was always jealous of the older girls who
had boobs. I always wanted big boobs, but was stuck with my flat chest. I had
hoped doing some bench presses would help, but they didn't. Now I've got
something even better. I've got huge pecs of steel!"

She then got up and walked over toward me.

"Are you sure you don't want to touch them?"

I raised my arms in front of my face and turned away.

"Yes, I'm sure that I don't want to touch them!"

She laughed and turned away.

"OK, we'll wait a little longer."

She then started walking toward the door. I was a bit surprised.

"Is that it? Aren't you going to lift any more weights?"

"You sound a little disappointed, slug. No, I don't want to lift any more
weights right now, I want to go out."

Quite frankly, I was a little disappointed. At least this way she wasn't
tormenting me. I was afraid she had something cooking in her little head.

As she got near the door, I didn't need any prompting and followed her out of
the gym and toward the front door. When we got there I started putting my
shoes on and looked at Suzy, who had her hand on the doorknob.

"Suzy, you're not going outside like that are you?"

"Why, is something wrong with this outfit?"

"Well, let's see. You're wearing a bikini top, a pair of shorts that have
risen almost half way up your behind, you're barefoot, you have massive
muscles all over your body, and you're only ten years old."

She looked at herself as though it was for the first time, giving poorly
convincing shocked expressions as she did.

"You know, you're right big brother." She then opened the closet, pulled out a
pair of sandals, slipped them on and opened up the front door.

"Thanks, slug, I almost left the house without shoes!"

She then walked out the door and down the front sidewalk. I shook my head,
followed her out and closed the door behind me. Good thing I still had my keys
and wallet. I'm not sure what she has in mind, but I've become convinced that
I'm probably not going to like it.

I caught up and took up stride next to her. I also looked around to see if
anyone noticed us. Even though I'm pretty sure that the wish book would take
care of any problems, just the fact that we're walking together this far away
from home was strange to me.

"Um, Suzy, where are we going. You know I could have driven."

"What? And go unnoticed? Don't worry, it's only a few miles until we hit the
main strip. I think I know where I want to go."

We avoided running into people for a while, but then we turned into a busy
road with some shops on it. Several people did double takes, and a few cars
slowed down, but nobody initiated any conversation. It was a warm night, and
shorts and tank top would not be unexpected, but a bikini top on a small girl
with massive muscles would surely cause some heads to turn.

Soon two large men started walking our way, engrossed in some conversation
about baseball. Smiling, Suzy slowed down and let the men pass. She then
stopped and turned around. The two men slowed, then both bent over to catch
their breath. I noticed that their clothes hung a little baggier on them.
Suzy, on the other hand began to shudder. She turned away from the men and
started walking again. It was then that I noticed that she started to put on
even more muscle. Her entire body throbbed and tensed as she walked, expanding
noticeably everywhere. Her muscles were now approaching the size of a
heavyweight male bodybuilder, but I knew that she was much stronger than one.
Before the men could turn around to see if there was any explanation for their
problem, Suzy had turned into an alley between two empty stores. I of course
followed her in. She then took another turn into what looked like a dock area.
Nobody could see us here. I looked around then turned to Suzy.

"Are you hiding from those two men?"

She slowly sauntered over toward me. I didn't like where this was heading.

"No silly, I could pound those two guys into pulp. I wanted to be alone with
you and a brick wall. Just you, me, and my boobs."

As she was talking she had backed me up against the wall.

"Um, Suzy, remember we're brother and sister."

She giggled. "Oh don't worry, my boobs are really just great big muscles. And
you never seemed to have a problem wrestling me before."

She then stuck out her pecs of steel, took another step forward and pushed
them up against my lower chest. I tried to back up, but I was now pressed
against the wall.

"Suzy, stop it, your hurting me."

"Or what?"

"I'm telling mom and dad!"

"Go ahead."

The conversation sounded pretty weird now that it was reversed.

To my horror, Suzy began expanding her huge chest and it pressed into me,
crushing me between her chest of steel and the brick wall. Her pectorals were
now the size of basketballs! Big, cut super hard little vein covered
basketballs! To keep from being crushed, I added some mass, but just as I had
enough mass to counter her, she pulled it out of me and expanded her chest
even more. She had me in her trap! I had to continue to add size, just to keep
from getting crushed, and she would steal it and add my size to her pecs. I
didn't like where this was headed, but the smile on Suzy's face indicated that
she was enjoying this immensely. Forced to add size and strength just to
survive, the cycle played out a couple of more times. By the fourth time her
chest had expanded so large that when she flexed her now immense chest, she
lifted me off the ground so that I was hanging in the air between her chest
and the wall. My feet dangled six inches off the ground! After a few more
cycles her pecs were each the size of beachballs! Strong, dense, muscle
engorged perfectly shaped beach balls! Her chest was now covering my entire
chest and stomach and was pinning my arms against the wall. Still able to bend
my arms at the elbow I reached around her chest in a vain attempt to relieve
some of the pressure. As I pressed against her super chest it felt warm,
smooth and harder than granite!

"Do you like my boobies now? Are they big enough? Are they hard enough?"

I could only respond with a muffled moan. She laughed at me and poured on the
pressure. Feeling my chest cave, I got big again, only to feel it slip away
and to feel her mega-chest get even bigger. The pressure was incredible. As I
got smaller I could feel my ribs start to bend and I was having a hard time
breathing. My survival instincts forced me to get bigger again, even though I
knew it wouldn't last long. Sucking my strength and size for what had be the
eighth time, her ultra chest was now so big that my arms were immobilized
against the wall and I could hardly see Suzy's smiling face. Bigger and
smaller. The cycle continued until I could feel the brick wall start to crack
behind me. Her chest now covered my entire torso and half way down my legs! I
was starting to lose consciousness, but kept getting bigger to survive. There
had to be a limit to this. And surprisingly, it wouldn't be Suzy or me. The
brick wall finally started to crunch loudly. Or at least I hoped it was the
bricks and not my bones! With one final cycle, as her super extra sized chest
was reaching my hands and my pelvis, the wall finally gave way! I broke
through the brick, through the insulation, through the framing, and out the
dry wall on the other end. With an earth shaking crunch I flew through the
hole and skidded along the concrete floor over 10 feet away. I laid spread
eagle on the ground. My eyes were closed and pain racked my entire body.

With another loud crunch I heard Suzy walk through the hole, knocking a few
bricks and some dry wall out the way. I feebly lifted my head to look at her.
I couldn't even see her face. Heck, I could barely see her legs! Her massive
chest dominated my view. The # and 1 were still looking at me, but seemed
extraordinarily small on a chest that was as wide as Suzy was tall! Her bikini
top had magically expanded to accommodate her incredible growth. The thin
power packing veins covered the amazing cuts and humongous layers of her
larger than life pectorals.

And then her chest began to recede. It continued to shrink until it was back
to size of two soccer balls. Still large and intimidating, but no longer
beyond imagination. Her bikini remained form fitting. She walked over to me
with a huge grin.

"Well, what do think of my boobies now?"

I could only respond with a groan. She giggled at the condition she had put me
in. Realizing I wasn't yet able to respond, Suzy continued.

"That was fun! And you've given me enough strength to stop a tank. I can feel
the power flowing though me." She then placed her hands on her hips and struck
an intimidating pose.

"I'm Supergirl!"

I could hardly argue. Thanks to my wish, I've created the most powerful person
on the planet. And she was my 10 year old 'little' sister! A slight breeze
flittered her hair and her muscles shined with exuberance as she held her
superhero pose.

Looking down at my broken body I felt horrible and knew that the bruises would
soon be forming. My back probably had a permanent indentation of a brick wall
and would soon be a big bruise also. Sighing, I finally gave myself a little
strength and sat up. Suzy had turned away and was looking at the vacant
building. I got back up and stood on shaky legs. Suzy paid no attention to my
pain. I watched as she had a brick in her hand. She then tensed her forearm
and squeezed down. The brick had no chance, cracking and crumbling to dust
under the unyielding pressure of her little hand. I gave her a pained look.
That was obviously very easy for her. She smiled at me and brushed her hands.

"Ready to go?"

Not waiting for an answer, she walked back out the hole and into the dock. I
followed her out and down the other side of the alley that opened into the
main strip. As we got near the end by the sidewalk Suzy stopped and looked up.
I followed her eyes and swallowed hard. I wouldn't have believed it if I
didn't see it for myself. The City Center Theater was directly ahead and the
marquee read 'Southern States Bodybuilding Championship. Biggest Regional in
the Country'. The dates showed today as the last night. The finals were only a
half hour away. Suzy was beside herself.

"This is going to be a night to remember!"

As we crossed the street I mumbled to myself. "A night that will only be
remember by us."

And boy was I right.

End Part 1.