The Wish Book, Part 2
By GBM
Suzy grows and grows


Hi, my name is Terry Jacob and one month ago I learned our family secret. We
have a wish book! You write your wish down in the book and it comes true.
Tired of my scrawny body, I wished for the ability to get bigger and stronger,
like a superhero. It worked great, and even better than that, nobody would
remember what I did. This also let me pick on my annoying little sister Suzy.
I could grow big, torment her, then go back to a normal size and she'd forget
everything.

Only now things have changed. Just today, Suzy wrote her wish in the wish
book. She wished for the ability to steal other people's size and strength.
Now she's using me like a battery, I get big and she takes it away and stores
it. This may not sound bad, but she's done it over 20 times now. And each time
I grew bigger and stronger than a football player. Now the tables have been
turned and she's the one tormenting me. My days of joy have been replaced by a
continued dread of what she would do next.

It started off OK with her tossing me around a little and showing off her new
strength and skill, but it just got worse. Suzy used my strength and size
against me and actually pushed me through a brick wall using only her enormous
super-chest! She was now some type of super girl.

As we exited the alley where she had crushed me through the wall, we came upon
the marquee for the Southern States Bodybuilding championship. She seemed way
too excited. I don't know what she has in mind, but I hope it doesn't include
any more abuse for me, I'm already one big bruise (but recovering well, thanks
to my wish).

Walking across the street, we got to the front door of the theater.

"Um, Suzy, what did you have in mind besides watching the contest?"

Her smile was a mile wide on her pretty face. Her shiny black hair hung to her
thick shoulders and her blue eyes sparkled. I don't think I've ever seen her
happier.

"Oh, I think I'll do a little more than just watch. It's time to see what this
body and these powers can do! Besides, don't you think I should enter? I could
start out like this."

She planted her left fist on her hip and flexed up her right arm. A huge
25-inch bicep ground into shape. Peaked and firm, it held an almost unnatural
sheen. Little veins pulsed forward from her forearm, through her bicep and
tricep and into her shoulder. Considering she was a 10-year old girl standing
4 foot 10 inches tall, her arm looked gigantic. She flexed forth her
volleyball sized pectorals that were barely covered by her wish created bikini
that had a pound sign on one side and a 1 on the other, indicating that she
was #1.

"Then I could flex a little harder and do this."

She squeezed her fist harder and magically; her bicep started to expand. It
grew up, out and around. I gasped. It expanded audibly, like stretching a
rubber band. The bicep muscle began to push against her thick forearm, moving
her small fist away from her shoulder. The tricep belly enlarged to match her
swelling bicep. The small veins grew a little bigger, pumping more power into
her incredible arm. And she kept it up! Her fist was now pointing straight up
due to the enormously thick, vascular super mountain of muscle pulsing on her
arm. Suzy slowed the growth, as her bicep was now as high as her fist! The
damn thing had to over 50 inches around! She had more than doubled the size of
her bicep in a matter of moments! My mouth hung open, contemplating the size
compared to those huge bodybuilders inside. She could blow them away in
moments without trying! I blinked a few times as the globe sized bicep mass
finally stopped growing. Peaked, split, ripped and throbbing with unearthly
power, it was most assuredly the biggest bicep I had ever seen. And it
blossomed out of the formerly thin arm of a 10 year old girl! Good grief! But
she wasn't done yet!

"Or this!"

Her volleyball sized chest started to expand again with the same sound of a
rubber band stretching. Having just witnessed them grow bigger than should be
possible, I shuddered. They once again pushed forward with menacingly large
firmness, thickness and power. Layers and layers of impossibly hard muscles
stacked themselves on top of each other, pushing her chest larger than any
ever developed. As her pecs blew up to basketball size, I let her know I
didn't need any more convincing.

"OK, OK, I get your point. You've got enough stored potential to grow muscles
big enough to out flex any male bodybuilder alive. But how can you get so big?
It shouldn't even be possible to grow muscles that huge with your frame. Heck,
nobody should be able to get that big!"

Suzy scrunched her nose and released her flex. Her muscles receded back to
their "smaller" size.

"You know, big brother, that's a good question. I certainly can grow bigger
than anyone alive can, and I already have enough strength to stop a tank, but
I'm guessing I can get as big as I want, and as strong as I want. That's one
powerful wish book!"

With that she pushed open the door and we walked over to the ticket counter.
The man at the booth didn't see us coming, as most of the people had already
entered. Looking up at the times, the contest had started this afternoon and
had to be well along. Before I could say anything Suzy spoke up.

"Excuse me, but we're running a bit late. I'm a guest poser for this show and
this is my assistant. I'm the world's youngest bodybuilding gymnast. Perhaps
you've heard of Strong-Girl Suzy?"

The ticket agent looked unimpressed and raised an eyebrow.

"I don't remember seeing that on the show schedule."

Suzy feigned surprise and then gave him an award-winning smile.

"Well, perhaps this will convince you."

She then put her right arm out straight and wiggled her fingers to draw our
eyes to her hand. She then made a fist with her small hand, causing her
forearm to tense into thick cords of dancing muscles. She then slowly pulled
her forearm up until it was at a 90 degree angle. Her "reduced" bicep once
again leapt to attention and formed a perfectly shaped, huge 25 inch rock hard
muscle. Suzy flexed the muscle a little harder and the bicep expanded toward
30 inches, clearly showed the bicep split and topping out with an impressive
peak.

The ticket agent, who had seen all of the other bodybuilder types throughout
the last few days, and was no longer easily impressed with someone flexing a
bicep, gasped. This was certainly bigger than anything he had seen, including
the heavyweight men. Before he could say anything, Suzy released the flex and
brought both arms straight up into the air. She then bent her legs and pulled
her arms straight down to her sides. Her massive thighs bunched and pushed
outward. She then jumped straight into the air, pulled her thick thighs close
to her equally thick chest and performed a standing back-flip with not one,
not two, but three quick somersaults. She landed back in the same spot with a
thud with her feet firmly planted and her arms raised into the air. Suzy threw
him another smile and simply chimed, "See."

He shook his head and motioned us in. Turning as we walked by he got a back
view of this little powerhouse. His jaw dropped slightly as he witnessed her
thick shoulders and wide muscular back that tapered into her waist and then
back out into a muscular behind to die for. Her hamstrings and calves bunched
into incredibly thick and defined masses with every step. He shook his head
once again and went back to his paper.

Looked over at her I asked, "So, where are we going?"

She smiled back at me, "Let's go find a warm-up area."

I sighed. So this is how it will begin. I then watched as she slowly reduced
her muscle size down to that of a fitness competitor. Puzzled by her dramatic
reduction I stopped walking.

"What are you doing?"

"What, this? Oh, I want the men in the room to see a little girl who doesn't
belong. That ought to get their macho juices flowing. The shock of a little
muscle expansion on them should be pretty cool."

Boy, not only was she going to blow them away, but she wanted to add some
shock value. I looked at her suspiciously.

"A little muscle expansion?"

Suzy simply laughed. We wandered around the halls until we finally came to a
room that looked to be a little off stage. Walking though a curtain we had
wound up in the warm up area. From the looks of things, it looks like the
heavyweights were in here. Some of them looked to still be on stage.

Not wasting any time, Suzy kicked off her flip-flops and started walking
around like she owned the place, looking at the weight sets, eyeing the men,
commenting on their hair style. She was saying anything to get a reaction. I
stayed toward the back near the curtain. I wasn't sure whether she would let
me get big, so I felt it was best to stay in the shadows for now. After about
a minute of comments one very large man, who must not have made the cut, spoke
first. He sounded pissed off about being in here and not out there.

"Hey little girl, who the hell are you?"

Suzy slowly turned to face him. "Why, just someone here to see a show. Are you
in the show?"

The rather large man stood up. He had to be 6 foot 2 and over 250 pounds of
muscle. He walked over toward Suzy, making her look very small.

"This area isn't for loudmouth little girls to spout off. Now get out of
here!"

Suzy feigned surprise. Backing up a few steps she looked around. There had to
be over 20 very large men and a few backstage hands around and they all seemed
to share the attitude of the big man staring Suzy down.

Suzy kept her act up. "Does everyone else feel this way?"

The rest of the room nodded and grunted agreements. This caused Suzy to smile.
She looked back toward her tormenter. "I'll tell you what. If I can flex up a
bicep bigger than yours can I stay?"

The big man let out a low chuckle. "Sure thing squirt." With that he leaned
down a bit and flexed up his arm. It was quite impressive. Pumping it a few
times it looked to be close to 24 inches. Suzy looked at his arm and whistled.
She moved her head back and forth, taking in the whole arm. She then shook her
own right arm and flexed it up. It also was quite impressive for a ten year
old girl. A small lemon shaped bicep popped up. The big man grunted and began
to pull away, knowing he had shown her a bigger arm. But before he released
his flex, Suzy spoke up.

"Wait, let me flex it a few times." She then flexed it once and the bicep
seemed to be a little larger. She then flexed it again and it looked like a
small baseball was forming inside of her arm. The big man held his pose and
stared at Suzy's arm for a moment. I could also tell that he was feeling a bit
funny. He was feeling something I had felt a number of times. Suzy was slowly
leaching out his size and strength. While she could have flexed up a bicep
twice his size on her own, she must have wanted it to look like they were
directly changing muscle tissue. It was an impressive display of control on
her part.

Now she simply held her flex and tensed her fist. Her arm continued to add
muscle, filling out a little more, while the big man's arm slowly receded.
Everyone in the room was watching and had to blink their eyes a few times to
believe what they were seeing. The big man was dumbfounded; holding his flex
and watching as it got smaller, while Suzy's got bigger. As both arms
approached 18 inches, Suzy looked up at him.

"Well what do you know. It seems that a little 10 year old girl can flex up a
mighty big muscle. And it seems like you're losing your muscles. Why, I must
be gaining your strength and size! This is great!"

The big man's eyes got big as she had spoken what he couldn't believe. He
started to release his flex and back away, but Suzy lunged forward and grabbed
his forearm with her free hand.

"Oh no you don't. We have deal. You hold your flex and I'll hold mine until
you admit whose is bigger."

Fearing she would continue to suck his size, he tried to pull away, tensing
his large, but decreasing frame, but Suzy was like a statue. He grabbed her
forearm to try to break the grip, but was shocked to find her forearm felt
just like the statue she was emulating. Squeezing down, Suzy brought the big
man to his knees.

"I said flex you're arm!"

The others in the room moved forward slightly, but were soon hit with a
weakening feeling of their own. I felt it too, as she must have simply hit
everyone at once. Smiling at what had to be a huge surge in power, Suzy gave
the big man a sober look. Sensing her seriousness, he flexed up his arm, which
was now a modest 15 inches. Suzy flexed her arm back up and smiled again as it
forged upward toward 21 inches. The draining continued as his entire frame
slowly reduced to that of an average sized man and her physique soon took on
the size of cartoon character, with massive muscles bulging out everywhere. My
eyes focussed back on their arms as his was now smaller that Suzy's was when
she started and hers was even bigger than his when he started. Moving the
massive 30 inch rock hard bicep toward his face she asked in her little girl
voice.

"Now whose bicep is bigger?"

He didn't hesitate. "Yours is, yours is! Please don't take any more away from
me! I worked so hard for it."

Suzy laughed and released her grip. "Well I guess that means I can stay." She
then took a step back and flexed up into a double bicep pose. Her thighs
swelled forward, her stomach was transformed into iron plates, her back
layered on thickness and her chest swelled forward. She was back to her
intimidating size, but it looked like she wasn't done yet.

"And in case any of the rest of you have any ideas." Her actions finished her
sentence as she looked around and slowly sucked the remaining size and
strength from every bodybuilder in the room until they all were all reduced to
the size of scrawny men. Good grief! She was stealing the power from over 20
of the biggest men in the country. How much size and strength could she hold?
Suzy's eyes twinkled from the receipt of energy. She then allowed her body to
grow a little, swelling her arms up past 40 inches of rock hard, bulging
boulders. Her chest once again pushed forward, stretching her bikini top and
showing off layer after layer of thick, ripped pectoral power. Her thighs
pushed outward as the muscles multiplied, her calves blew outward like two
oversized hearts. Her lats and traps expanded into monstrous masses of pulsing
beef. Everyone in the room had their eyes fixated on this magical little girl
that not only sucked out their size and strength, but transplanted it onto
herself, expanding her formerly frail body into a muscle powerhouse bigger
than any of them were before.

Giggling at everyone's reaction, Suzy stepped toward a set of weights and
picked up an empty bar. It was awe inspiring the way everyone moved out of her
way as she calmly sauntered around the room. I was amazed that they all hadn't
run out of the room screaming. Maybe they were still in stock. They were at
least looking for some clothing to cover up their now very ordinary physiques.
Suzy grabbed the bar and held it out in front at arm's length and looked
around the room to make sure she had everyone's attention. She then slowly
brought her hands down and toward her waist. The bar screamed in protest, but
it was apparent that it now offered little resistance to the super powers that
my little sister possessed. The bar continued it's downward plunge until her
hands met. Running her hand up the bar, she finished bending it in two. She
then grabbed both ends and with the same metal screams of protest, repeated
the feat, easily bending it in fourths. Her huge chest tensed magnificently as
she performed this intimidating feat of strength, but she was clearly far from
being taxed. Smiling once again, she dropped the ruined bar to the ground
where it hit with a noisy clang. She had made her point as to who was the
strongest. Suzy then walked over towards me.

"Come on Terry, lets go find some more strong men." She then grabbed a robe
and used it to cover herself up. Her broad shoulders filled it up, but it
still dragged on the floor a little. She didn't seem to care. We left the
stunned men scrambling to cover up and trying to figure out what just
happened.

Looking over at me as we walked back into the hallway, Suzy sounded like
someone who just came off a wild roller coaster ride.

"Wow, sucking the strength off all of those men at the same time was quite a
rush. I can feel the power flowing in me, it left me a little light headed for
a moment."

I gave her a concerned look. Was she taking more in than she could handle?
Even though I knew she probably wouldn't listen to me, I thought I might as
well ask her to quit.

"Well, then Suzy, maybe you should stop. Perhaps your body has all it can
handle. I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you."

She stopped walking and looked up at me.

"You know, Terry, that's probably the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

I stammered a bit with that statement. It may have been true, which was kind
of sad.

"Don't worry big brother, I've still got it under control. But when I let some
of it loose, look out!"

I wasn't sure what she meant, but I felt a little better. As we continued
walking, it was apparent that we were walking behind the stage. We came to
another area that was curtained off and walked through. I let out knowing
sigh. Suzy practically glowed from anticipation. We had walked into another
waiting area. It looked like all of the lighter weight bodybuilders were
gathered here, over 120 more men. Most of them had sweats on, as they were
done competing. Trophies were scattered about. I once again hung out near the
curtain at the place we entered, while Suzy walked boldly toward the center of
the room. She let out a loud fake yawn, dropped her robe and proceeded to
stretch her incredible body. As some of the men started to look over at her,
she began to put on even more muscle. Jumping on top of a table, she decided
to get straight to the point.

"Excuse me everyone, but most of you have something I want." She then flexed
up a bicep that now towered up toward 45 inches of raw, peaked, little girl
power. Most everyone in the room looked over at her and were understandably
stunned. Here was a small girl out of nowhere flexing up a bicep twice as big
as anyone in the room. And despite her huge muscles, she still looked like a
ten year old girl. If it was confusing for me, I could only image what
everyone else in the room was thinking.

As some of the men wandered toward this little dynamo, she slowly began
pulling the strength and size out of everyone in the room. I could feel it
too, but I simply compensated by adding enough mass to retain a balance. The
rest of the men weren't so lucky. Once again I watched with a mix of horror
and fascination as she pulled the size and strength out of every bodybuilder
in the room. Around 130 very large men! At this point they were all looking at
her as they felt themselves get weaker and smaller, while she slowly got
bigger. Her already incredibly thick frame swelled a little, probably
automatically, seeing how much energy she was absorbing. Her thighs and calves
pushed further outward. Her already large chest, back and shoulders rose more.
Her biceps and triceps seem to throb larger. She now had more muscle on her
frame than anyone in the room used to have, and then some! She looked to be in
a dream world. I could only imagine what it would be like to have the energy
of all of these men pulled into me adding to the already unreal amount of
power already possessed. My jaw dropped open a little.

Having successfully reduced every large man to less than average size, she
opened her eyes and looked around.

"Thanks everyone for your muscles! I'll be sure to enjoy them. And, oh by the
way, I would suggest you stay in this room and not run out to tell anyone."
With that she jumped off the table and walked over to another weight set.
Picking up two 50 pound plates like they were Frisbees, she held them together
at arm's length. Every eye in the room was now on her. The amazing thing to me
was not just the fact that her huge, muscle bloated chest reached out to her
elbows, or that her biceps pressed against her huge chest, or that her triceps
flared out into giant horseshoe shaped slabs of unreal beef, but that she
still looked like a cute little ten year old girl. Without even thinking about
it Suzy had continued to get bigger and probably much harder. She had the
strength of over 200 very strong men stored in her tiny frame! While I was
contemplating her size and power, Suzy was looking around to make sure she had
everyone's attention. Looking serious for a moment, she proceeded to slowly
bend the steel plates together. The plates screamed in protest, but to her,
the two 50 pound iron plates must have been no more than soft clay. Everyone
seemed concerned with this near impossible display of strength. Once the
plates met in the middle, she re-gripped them and pushed them together again.
She continued to push the plates until they became the size of a large
softball. Tossing the ball up in the air a good five feet, she certainly
treated the 100 pound ball like it was nothing. Looking over at one
particularly stunned ex-bodybuilder; she casually tossed in to him with an
indifferent "Here, catch."

He instinctually tried to catch it, but it almost knocked him over, and with a
painful grunt he quickly dropped it with a loud thud. Considering Suzy had
reduced him to less than half his mass, this wasn't very surprising. Not only
was she enjoying her strength increase, but she was enjoying reducing the once
large men as well. Brushing her hands together she looked around and picked up
a bottle of oil.

"Hey, big brother, come on over here, I need your help." She then looked
around the room and announced very loudly, "And everyone else needs to stay
here!" The crowd once again went silent and I slowly walked over toward Suzy,
my head held low, embarrassed by the situation. As I walked over to her, the
people started whispering to one another, discussing the impossible events
that just occurred. I sighed a little as I felt the razor edge tension subside
a bit. I shook my head in disbelief. She was beyond massive, yet her face
still held the features of a very pretty young girl with her black hair
hanging to her huge shoulders. When I got next to her she shoved the bottle
into my hand.

"I need you to oil me up. I can't reach too many places right now and I need
to head back to the stage soon for the heavy weight pose down."

I took the oil and looked at it. Then I looked back at her.

"But I've never done this before."

She gave me a young girl sigh. "How hard could it be? Just pretend it's suntan
lotion."

She then stood on tip toes and whispered to me. "And besides, you're the only
around here I want rubbing their hands all over me. Now start with my legs and
work your way up."

I flushed a bit from embarrassment. Her attitude had changed toward me since
she blew me through the wall. Maybe she knows that I'm the only one who will
likely remember any of this. That and the fact that she knows she owns me. Not
wanting to tempt fate or her wrath, I knelt down, splashed some oil onto my
hand and reached for her left calf.

As I placed my hand on her calf I got my first real close up view. It was
incredible. The muscle was huge. It looked like a big heart shaped volleyball
was jammed into her leg. Each individual muscle tendon was showing through. As
I rubbed on the oil, the hardness and warmth were a bit intoxicating. She
pushed her small foot up and down, flexing and unflexing the huge mass,
allowing the calf to pass over my fingers.

I worked my way up her colossal hamstring. I had to re-apply oil to my hand a
few times to cover each massive tendon. I then moved over to her thigh and
gasped. It bulged out to insane proportions. Giggling because I stopped for a
moment to hang my mouth open, Suzy shook her tremendous thigh and then tensed
the immense mass into thick ropes of power with pulsing roadmaps of little
veins. Her thigh towered over her knee and spread outward with the thickness
of a side of beef. As I rubbed in the oil I pressed against the huge mass, but
it had no give at all. It was like her muscles were composed of liquid steel.

As I finished her left leg I moved onto her right leg and it was a perfectly
matched pillar of insanely muscular strength. Even though I didn't know how
they could get any bigger, I was also sure that they would. I shook my head at
the prospect.

I then moved on to her behind. I looked up at her before I touched her thick,
ripped glutes. She simply nodded at me to continue and I placed my hands on
the most muscular, rounded ass I had ever seen. Her shorts had ripped up the
sides and were now barely covering any of her butt. Not wanting to spend any
more time rubbing my sister's behind, I moved up to her lower back, which
crisscrossed with strange bulges that I had never seen before. Every muscle on
her body was obviously accented to a hyper degree. Moving up the staggering
immensity of her back caused me to pause again. I reached both of my arms out
and could barely get around it. It had to be over 5 feet across! Considering
she was only 4 foot 10, that defied logic. And her back wasn't just wide, it
was thick, incredibly thick. Her massive arms hung to her sides almost a foot
away from her body due to the size of her back. Huge muscles bunched and
rolled as I massaged in the oil. As I reached her freakishly large trapezoid
muscles I noticed I was running out of oil. I managed to get some oil on her
bowling ball sized deltoids before I let her know.

"Uh, Suzy, I'm out of oil."

Suzy was busy looking around, taking in the mood of the room as everyone tried
to catch a glance of this impossibly muscled little girl. And considering she
was moaning a little as I rubbed in the oil, she was also enjoying the
makeshift massage, although I wouldn't call it a massage considering I
couldn't make a dent in her super hard muscles. She came out of her trance and
motioned with her head to my left. I looked over and saw another bottle. I
walked over, picked it up and then approached her front. Seeing that I was
reaching for her stomach, Suzy lifted her arms, placed her hands behind her
head and tensed her iron plated abdominals. Large, thick balls of might pushed
to the surface. As I placed my hand on her rock hard abs, I was worried that
as she flexed and unflexed her muscles that I would get a finger caught in the
deep caverns separating her steel abdominals. I got the sides also, which
seemed to have more of those mysterious muscle groups that very few of us ever
develop, but that she had to the nth degree.

I paused for a moment as I looked up. Her humongous chest ballooned outward in
blatant disregard for gravity and reality. Two heaving masses of diamond hard
might, each bigger than a basketball. Having witnessed them first hand, I at
first wasn't too hip on touching them again, but at the same time was enjoying
the experience. I wasn't enjoying it because she was my little sister of
course, but strangely, because huge feminine muscles were turning me on. The
thought had never occurred to me before. Getting back to work I rubbed in the
oil to her prodigious chest of steel. Layer after layer of thick pectoral
domination. Each pec had to be over 50 inches around. Flexing each one as I
slathered on the oil I could feel the liquid concrete move and form. I took
extra care not to get my hand stuck in her 18 inch cleavage that could
probably crush diamonds.

Standing back up I asked her to put her hand out.

She smiled at me and reached out her left hand.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Am not."

She leaned over to look around her oversized chest and glanced at my pants.

"Well, it's either that, or you've got a roll of quarters down there. My
muscles are turning on my big brother!"

I was unsure of what to say. "I, uh, well you see."

"Oh don't worry about it. It's something we can talk about later. Now hurry
up, they must be getting near the final posedown for the heavyweights.'

Glad for the reprieve I began rubbing her massive forearm. Popeye has nothing
on my little sister. Her forearm was thick, ripped and super hard. As I
finished her forearm, Suzy turned her wrist, pushed her arm down and flexed
her tricep. It was like watching a film of bread rising in the oven. Layer
after layer of muscle pushed over a foot away from her body as her ripped,
gargantuan tricep thrust into shape. It was simply amazing. As I finished
going all around her lower arm she twisted her forearm and extended her arm.
My hands trembled a little, as I knew what was coming. I splashed some oil on
the top of her arm, and Suzy slowly brought her forearm up and tensed her
fist. With my hand placed on top, I felt her bicep slowly rise into shape.
Soon my hand became dwarfed under the 60 inch boulder that surged upward. I
rubbed from the base of her immense shoulders to the peak of her impossibly
large bicep. The biggest I had ever seen, much less felt. I could see each
individual muscle fiber, I could feel the veins pulsing in the power. I was
also taking too long.

"Come on, move over to my right arm."

I caught my breath and repeated the same movements on her right arm. It seemed
to grow even bigger when she flexed her bicep. I was left dumbfounded.

Looking herself over, she looked up at me.

"Looks good, let's roll."

She then strode back to the place we entered. Walking toward the curtain the
room parted a path for us, very likely glad to see us go. As we entered the
hallway again I wondered how long it took for the wish book to remove their
memories. My guess is they're just now realizing that they shrunk. I can see
the headlines tomorrow. "Devastating muscle atrophy disease affects local
bodybuilding public." Or more likely they would all climb into holes and
pretend that nothing happened.

We entered the original backstage area just as some of the large men were
coming off. Suzy looked over at one of the backstage hands.

"What's going on?"

Keeping his eye on the stage he said, "They just narrowed the field down to
the top five and are doing the compulsories. The final pose down should start
in a few minutes."

Suzy smiled. We were right on time. Watching the five large bodybuilders, Suzy
walked once again to the middle of the room. All of the other reduced men had
left.

"Awe, it looks like you guys didn't make the final five."

Five grumpy, hungry, and likely steroid mad men turned their heads in
disapproval. Their looks of anger turn to looks of shock at the sight of the
muscle bound little girl. Their expressions then turned to confusion as she
sucked them down to thin men. She once again swelled a little bigger and
became even stronger. Leaving the shocked men frozen in their places Suzy
walked over to a rack of weights. Where before the weights were spread all
around, now all of them seemed to reside on this one rack. There had to be
thousands of pounds there. I think Suzy had the same idea.

"Time for one last pump before I join those small men on stage."

Grabbing the main support bar with her right hand, Suzy slowly lifted the
entire weight rack off the floor. Everyone in the room, including myself,
gasped at this audacious display of superhuman strength. Pausing for a moment
to milk the experience Suzy was careful not to spill any of the bars. She was
obviously enjoying displaying some of the power she now possessed. Suzy then
smoothly and effortlessly began curling the massive weight. Her bicep bulged
ominously with each repetition to 60 inches of bone crushing might. Then once
again, defying reality, she flung the weights far off stage with a simple
flick of her wrist. They loudly crashed to the ground over 20 feet away.
Everyone in the room held their position, unsure of how to process such a
display. Ignoring everyone else, Suzy smiled and motioned for me to go off
stage.

"Get to the front over on the side where the announcer is. You're about to see
a show."

Not wanting to miss any of the mess she was prepared to start, I headed off
stage. By the time I sneaked around behind the announcer the compulsories were
over and the top five male bodybuilders in the South stood toward the front of
the stage, waiting for the announcer to let them start posing. The stage was
set low and the orchestra area was empty, except for the chairs. The judges
were set in the first row about 20 feet away from the stage. I had a pretty
good view from where I was. Just then, the announcer yelled out "Let's go!"
The music started and the men started flexing. Man, were those guys big. But
as soon as they started, someone with much bigger muscles bound onto the stage
and stood right in the middle of them.

The men seamed oblivious to the little powerhouse for a moment, concentrating
on posing hard and showing off their best assets. But when one man placed his
thigh down to show off how big and cut his leg was, Suzy glided next to him
and placed her small foot down, flexing her thigh. There was no contest. Her
thigh ballooned into a side of beef, cut to ribbons and displaying much more
mass than the huge heavyweight bodybuilder next to her. At first he didn't
even notice her, since he was much taller, but then as he looked down at his
thigh as he flexed it, he glanced over with surprise at the monstrous leg
flexing next to him. Tilting his head, his expression turned to surprise as he
noticed it was not another man, but a little girl. Of course it was a little
girl with thighs ballooning out toward 75 inches of shredded might. His 50
inch quadriceps looked small in comparison, which was Suzy's aim. The shocked
man released his flex and Suzy quickly moved to her left to get in front of
two men who were flexing up their biceps. Suzy pounded out a double bicep flex
that caused her gargantuan arms to swell up and up and up. They pushed up to
64 inches! The biggest she had ever flexed! The two men were stunned. They
dropped their flex to stare at this little ball of super muscles. By this time
the crowd, which had been whipped into a frenzy at the start of the posedown,
was going more silent as they tried to figure out what was going on. One man
on the far left, who wanted to get away from the rest of the group, hadn't
caught on yet and was giving his hardest "most muscular" crab shot. Suzy moved
next to him, shook out her massive frame and duplicated the flex. Oh my God!
She was 18 inches shorter, but flexed up muscles that had to be twice his
size. Her rampaging body tensed into waves of fantastic muscles. Her shoulders
and traps bunched hugely around her beautiful head, her forearms flared
forward larger than footballs, her triceps pushed outward with improbable
girth, her biceps bunched into huge balls as big as basketballs that slammed
into her incredible, throbbing chest of steel. Bending over slightly, her
chest pushed forward, approaching the size of beach balls! You could barely
see her tree-trunk legs behind her surging pecs! She was beyond massive! What
an incredible display!

The man caught her out of the corner of his eye and released his flex and
brought himself upright. A little short of breath from all of his flexing he
walked in front of Suzy, who released her flex and winked at the taller
bodybuilder. The man did not look happy.

"What the hell are you supposed to be?"

By this time all of the men had stopped posing and closed in on Suzy. The
crowd has been reduced to a hush and the announcer was so stunned that he
neglected to turn off the music. Standing right behind him, I reached over and
turned it off myself. The announcer hardly noticed. Suzy looked around and put
forth a pleasant smile.

"Why I'm just showing everyone who the winner of this contest should be." She
then took a step forward until her muscle inflated body was inches from his.
"Tiny."

That was all it took to push this guy over the edge. He reached down, placed
his hands on her shoulders and gave her a shove. She could have stood like a
statue and easily taken it, but she played along for a moment and took a few
steps back. She looked around at the rest of the men, who obviously shared his
sentiment.

"Well that wasn't very nice." And with that statement she started pulling out
their strength and size. The man who had shoved her took a step toward her,
probably intending to shove her again, but before he could he stopped and
started looking at his decreasing muscles. All of the men were soon doing the
same.

The man who had shoved her then looked back at Suzy, who gave him a malicious
smile.

"Oh, are you looking for your muscles? I've got them right here."

She then flexed up her monstrous right arm and flexed forth the biggest bicep
any of the men had ever seen. Split, ripped and peaked, the humongous bicep
ballooned up to over 65 inches! It then swelled larger as she pulled more size
from the men. Her bicep reached an impossible 70 inches around as the men were
reduced to normal men. She held her smile as the men went from curious to
shocked. Releasing her incredible flex, Suzy took a step toward the man who
had pushed her. He took a hesitant step backwards, but before he could do
anything she got up right next to him and gave him a shove. The result was
very different from his shove. Her push sent him flying off the stage like he
was shot out of a cannon. He landed in between some people in the third row
with a crunch. The other men didn't have much change to react before she was
upon them. She grabbed one by his suit with her right hand, curled him upward
and held his chest with her left hand, easily holding him over her head. Suzy
then threw him high into the air toward the audience where he landed into the
tenth row! She repeated the feat with all of the men until they had been
deposited into the stunned audience. She then walked over to the microphone at
the side of the stage, pulled it off the stand and sauntered toward the middle
of the stage.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen. You came here to see some massive muscles
tonight. And I'm here to deliver!"

She then placed the microphone down and shook her fantastic body. Looking down
at her legs she placed her hands on her hips, which was now hard to do due to
the sheer volume of muscle coursing throughout her biceps, chest and back. She
planted her feet as close together as her thighs would allow and flexed both
legs. They bunched into the largest slabs of ripped beef every seen. Her
thighs expanded outward past eighty inches each, then past 85, then to over 90
inches. My god they were huge! I could see her calves had also expanded to
monstrous proportions. They jutted outward with alarming size. Each calf
looked to be approaching the size of a basketball! How could she display this
much mind blowing muscle? If I didn't see it, I wouldn't believe it.

Seeming satisfied that her legs were sufficiently large, she shook her
monstrous arms and slowly pulled them into a double bicep flex. She then
looked over to me, mouthed watch this, and winked. A lump formed in my throat.
I thought about the fact that she had pulled the size and strength from over
200 large men. Even if she only pulled 10 inches from each arm, that would
mean she had 2000 inches of bicep stored in each arm. That was preposterous!
That's over 167 feet! Ha, what a laugh. I then went white. She couldn't really
do that could she? As she flexed up her arms they drove upward to their
previous heights of 70 inches each. Incredible! She was only 58 inches tall!
They couldn't possibly get any bigger. I shook my head to acknowledge the
truth of all my thoughts. That was it, they were as big as they could get. But
as I nodded my head the ugly truth appeared in front of me. They were getting
bigger, much bigger.

Suzy shifted her stance slightly for balance. Her biceps bulged incredibly at
almost 80 inches. They were nearly as high as her fist. Her tricep belly was
still huge, but it was no longer keeping up with her bicep, which was getting
bigger by the moment. Both biceps started heading upward at an alarming rate,
85 inches, 90 inches, over 100 inches of pulsing, ripped little girl might. My
mouth opened slightly. Her biceps were now above her fists. Each one was now
bigger than a basketball and was quickly rising past the top of her head. Her
forearm was pushed back away from even 90 degrees as the bicep gathered up
every last vestige of space on her arm. Her shoulders pressed against her
cheek up to her ear as each bicep continued to grow. With her huge rippling
chest rising and falling with each breath up to her chin, and her traps rising
impossibly behind her head, her beautiful face was now completely surrounded
by rock hard muscle.

Swallowing again, my focus quickly shifted back to her arms. Her tricep belly
continued to press downward to her hips as her biceps continued their
previously unrealizable rise upward. They were now over a foot above her head
and continuing to ascend. She shot a glance to her right bicep, looked over at
me, smiled, and then blew me a kiss. The blood rushed out of my face. She was
just getting started. Her biceps kept right on getting bigger and bigger and
bigger. It looked like someone stuffed their award winning watermelons inside
her arms then added a bowling ball on top. Crap, they passed 120 inches! 10
feet around! This is not possible. But they kept on rising. 11 feet, then 12
feet. From the bottom of her tricep to the top of her bicep was now over 5
feet tall! Each of Suzy's arms was now taller than she was! And they proceeded
to grow upward. Each tricep now hung to her knee. Each bicep now looked like
two, no, three watermelons were inserted inside her arms. Up, up and away they
grew. Pulsing, rising, growing, they were now each easily 140 inches, now 150
inches, 160 inches, 170 inches, 180, 190, 200 INCHES. I was getting dizzy, my
stomach felt a little queasy. 210 inches, 220 inches, 230 inches, 240 inches,
holy cow, 20 feet around. Bigger than anyone could have ever imagined. Over
nine feet tall and rising! Tilting her head back, Suzy must have been
experiencing some type of pleasure. But the pleasure wasn't done yet as she
accelerated the growth. Upwards they climbed, 21 feet, 22 feet, 23 feet, 24
feet, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30 FEET AROUND! Would it ever stop, would she stop
until every last stored inch was flexed out? As each arm approached a
Herculean 31 feet around a dull crunch filled the stage. Her triceps had
continued downward to the point of actually breaking through the stage! They
now hung below her feet! But it was nothing compared to the meteoric height of
her ever growing biceps. They were towering over 10 feet above her head, and
rising. My breath was getting shorter. I wasn't sure I was going to see the
end to this. I glanced out at the stage. Many of the people present were
having the same problem. The announcer who had long ago sat down in his chair,
slumped backward, out cold from trying to process what was in front of us all.

But Suzy wasn't done yet. Each arm continued to grow to inconceivable heights.
32 feet around, 33 feet, 34 feet, 35 feet, 36 feet, 37 feet, 38 feet, 39 feet,
40 feet, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 48, 49, 50 FEET, 600 EVER LOVING INCHES IN
CIRCUMFERENCE! Like twin rock hard skyscrapers, they approached the top of the
stage area, over 23 feet above the stage floor! My neck craned to keep up with
her expanding peaks. They surged upward, past 52 feet, 54 feet, 56 feet, 58
impossible feet around! As they past 60 feet they were slowly exiting the
viewing area, at 62 feet those in the back row lost sight, at 64 feet around
they started to approach the ceiling supports. At 66 feet around they touched
the thick steel beams. Suzy looked up and stopped her growth. Was she finally
done? As she brought her face back down, a look of determination set in.
Apparently she wasn't done. With a small yell, Suzy renewed her efforts and
pushed upward with her mountains of muscles. The girder slowly gave way with
loud groans and screeches that reverberated around the auditorium. Those in
the back could only speculate what those of us near the front could see. She
was bending the thick metal supports with the power of her expanding biceps! I
had thought I had seen everything! As her biceps continued their expansion,
the girders bent and stretched, pulling at the surrounding structures. Rivets
popped, thick screws tore, and Suzy's biceps continued to expand. Nothing
could get in their way! Nothing could stop them! Harder then steel, stronger
than a nuclear bomb, her biceps would not be denied! They pushed upward to 68
feet, 70 feet, 72 feet! With a final crunch she snapped the huge support
girders! Metal beams and other debris fell to the stage all around the
statuesque little girl who possessed the power of the gods! And still she kept
it up! 73 feet, 74 feet, 75 feet, 76 feet, 77 feet, 78 FEET AROUND, 936 INCHES
OF UNATTAINABLE POWER! And they wouldn't stop! They couldn't stop! Suzy pushed
them higher and higher still! 80 feet, 82 feet, 84 feet, 86 feet, 88 feet!
That was it, I was ready to pass out! The titanic, monstrous masses pressed up
against the ceiling and with another look of determination, Suzy increased the
power of her flex once again. How could she have more power? Pushing and
pressing with another load yell, her biceps expanded past 90 feet around and
they finally smashed through the concrete ceiling with a resounding crash that
shook the entire arena! As they exited the building, I finally lost sight of
them, even though I knew they continued to expand and grow. She just wouldn't
stop! I could only image the sight from someone on the roof looking at two
mountains exploding through the shingles and reaching for the sky!

Suzy relaxed her expression and returned her face to a smile. She stopped her
expansion at what had to be over 95 feet each, well over 1140 inches, 44
unbelievable feet above the stage with the largest muscles ever seen, times
35! TIMES FRIGGIN' 35! Suzy held the monstrous, vein pulsing arms steady for a
moment, and then finally, right before I was ready to pee my pants, she
released her flex and allowed her arms to contract down to a simply gargantuan
80 inches each.

Suzy took a few steps forward and brushed the debris that had fell on her
during her unstoppable bicep growth. She then picked up the microphone.

"I hope that everyone enjoyed that, but I'm not done yet. Don't anyone leave.
However, I would ask that those in the first ten rose move back into the aisle
behind the tenth row." She placed the microphone down and walked to the front
of the stage.

The crowd, still stunned by what they just witnessed, quietly complied. Nobody
left and those not passed out slowly moved out of the first ten rows. Those
who had passed out were awoken or carried off. Once everyone was settled down,
Suzy relaxed her impossibly muscular frame and closed her eyes. I then felt
the familiar feeling of strength getting pulled from me. As I looked around, I
noticed that everyone in the audience had that same look on their face. My
god! She was pulling size and strength from everyone in the audience! There
were over 4000 people here! How much was she going to take? As I felt the
drain end, I estimate that she pulled about 20% from me. If she pulled that
much from everyone else, she just added the strength, size and power of
another 800 people. She now had the strength of 1000 large men! Good grief!
What could she possible have planned?

Not giving me the chance to ask, Suzy jumped off the stage and into the
orchestra area. There was a curtain in front of the stage that she tore off. I
looked down. Apparently the stage could be raised and lowered for different
productions. It appeared that large hydraulic motors pushed the heavy stage
upward if needed. Looking back at me again, she smiled and winked. She then
moved under the stage and almost disappeared from view. I bent down to see
what she had in mind.

Suzy moved around the large bars and metal support structures and positioned
herself near the center of the stage area. She then pulled her arms straight
back bent her knees slightly, causing her tree-trunk sized thighs to surge
forward and her calves to bulge back to improbable basketball sized
dimensions. She then thrust her chest forward and her pecs pushed outward like
two lead filled beach balls, huge, dense and menacing. She then looked over at
me.

"If you think our fun in the alleyway was something, you'd better hold on to
your jockstrap, I'm busting up the joint!"

Having just recovered from her mind-blowing bicep expansion, I didn't know if
I could take what I thought she had in mind. All I could do was watch and hope
for no collateral damage.

Then right on queue she started expanding her chest. With each breath her
chest slowly blew up a little more. The rock hard beach balls inflated upward.
Her cleavage quickly passed two feet. As her chest added layers of dynamite
filled muscle, the strings on her wish bikini finally snapped. Her nipples
appeared to stay magically covered, but they were now pushing upward from the
excitement she must have been experiencing.

Onward her magical pecs of steel surged. Bigger, rounder, stronger, they
expanded like some type of giant bubble. But these bubbles would not break,
they would be breaking anything in their path. As they expanded over three
feet off of her chest they ran into some of the smaller metal bars around her
and with noisy creaks and groans, slowly got pushed them aside like tissue
paper. Her massive pecs continued to grow upward and outward, to four feet
around, five feet around. As they approached six feet of impossibly strong
iron balls, they met the bottom of the thick stage. Unlike her missile shaped
biceps that just blew through the roof, these fantastic boobs of power had
much more surface area. I thought about this for a moment. She must be
planning to lift the entire stage with nothing but her chest! Good grief! This
is something I would have thought impossible even for her just a little while
ago, but she now has the power of 1000 men! My brain would not allow me to
calculate how big and strong her chest could get. I was just going to have to
see.

As her muscle bloated chest reached the bottom of the thick stage Suzy shifted
her stance slightly, took on a look of renewed determination and pushed her
mountainous chest forward. But there was a problem. The stage was held by in
place by huge brakes connected to the hydraulic motors. These motors had large
crankshafts and were bolted into the concrete floor. I sighed to myself. Just
another minor challenge to my muscle bound little sister. As her chest
expanded, I could also see her enormous arms expand once again as she tensed
her entire body in response to this confrontation. Pushing forward, the veins
on all of her fantastic muscles throbbed upward, feeding more power into her
body and causing more screams of protest from the metal structures fighting to
hold the stage in place. The motors soon looked to be smoking, as they started
to actually rise a little. The crankshafts twisted and the bolts holding down
the motors started to give. Looking at her chest I could see every muscle
fiber and every thick vein. The amount of power she was pouring into her pecs
must have been incredible. Then just as the tearing and screaming noise seamed
to subside a little, she re-doubled her efforts. The motors could take no more
and tore right out of the foundation! Huge beams twisted and broke and crashed
to the floor. And the entire stage, which must have weighed several tons,
lurched upward as her super chest won the battle of man over machine, or more
exactly, little girl over machine. With the entire weight of the stage now
held on her enormous chest, Suzy paused for moment. I could barely see her
face anymore, but she turned her head toward me and smiled. My god, she smiled
at me! How could she be doing this?

Once again Suzy shifted slightly to retain balance. Her chest was now bigger
than it was when she blew me through the brick wall. And I'm guessing she was
just getting started. With that thought, Suzy continued her impossible
pectoral growth.

They expanded outward, upward and with no regard to the laws of physics or
reality. At eight feet high, each pec was now over 24 feet around. Impossible!
At this point the entire stage had moved up a few feet, allowing those in the
audience to start to notice what was happening. Thick bars holding the
moveable part of the stage to the fixed side ripped, twisted, screamed and
tore apart, but offered little resistance to the superchest of my little
sister. She was not just holding the five ton stage up with her chest, but she
was pushing it upward!

Suzy then started releasing more of her stored potential, enlarging her chest
to even greater proportions. Nine feet high, 10 feet, 11 feet, 12 feet, 13
feet, 14 feet, 15 FEET HIGH, 45 FEET AROUND! The stage now pushed upward eight
feet and everyone could now see what was happening. Pectoral muscle expansion
beyond belief was now on display for everyone! And it wasn't about to stop! My
God, her cleavage was three times her height and rising!

I was getting dizzy again. The stage was groaning as more support beams broke
away and crashed to the ground. As her chest ballooned past 16 feet high, one
of the motors yanked from the foundation that lifted with the stage crashed
loudly to the ground. The sight was surreal. Her pecs just kept on getting
bigger! Pushing upward, they expanded to 17 feet, 18 feet, 19 feet, 20
MIND-BLOWING FEET! Her chest was filling the base of the stage! The metal from
the stage was now pressed around her unyielding chest of doom as the pecs
continued to rise upward and around. I could no longer see Suzy. All I could
see were the largest pectorals every flexed. The veins still danced around the
giant balls as they continued to expand to 21 feet, 22 feet, 23 feet, 24 feet,
25 FEET HIGH, OVER 75 FEET AROUND! I had to look up at the stage as it had now
risen 18 feet in the air! But she wasn't done yet!

I almost felt compelled to walk over and touch her chest, just to make sure it
was real. I wanted to feel the force that was coursing through her pecs of
steel. But my better judgement prevailed. That much power demands respect, and
a little distance. As I shook my head I watched in continued awe at the
spectacle before me. The growth went on, and accelerated! 26 feet, 28 feet, 30
feet, 32 feet, 34 feet, 36 feet, 38 of unstoppable muscle! Beads of sweat
appeared on my brow as she finished consuming the space of the entire stage
with her chest! The entire stage! As she reached 40 feet of unbelievable size,
the stage was now an incredible 32 feet above the original surface and was
pressing up against the remaining metal support beams that her biceps just
ripped through. Her super chest was now pressing up against walls of the fixed
area! I was short of breath. What was she going to do? Her monstrous weather
balloon sized chest rose and fell a little with her breath. What a sight! Each
pec was now over 120 feet around! That's an earth shattering 1440 inches!
EACH!

As everyone in the auditorium held his or her collective breath, the stage
tilted forward a little. Then with a quick movement that did not mimic her
incredible size, she leaned forward, smashing her huge chest into the
orchestra area, into the aisle, and right up to the tenth row! Everything in
the path of these beyond humongous pectorals was crushed flat against the
unyielding might of the largest, most powerful chest on the planet! Then to
everyone's surprise, she reduced her chest back to twin basketballs as the
stage plummeted to earth. Suzy bent her tree trunk legs, jumped straight in
the air like supergirl and met the stage about 15 feet above the foundation.
The stage hung in the air for a moment, supported by Suzy's strength and
momentum. Then they both headed back for the ground. I could see Suzy pull
herself close to the bottom of the stage. Then just as she and the stage were
about to hit the ground, Suzy pushed the stage back upward with a quick heave.
The stage, which had to weigh over 5 tons, shot back upwards at an incredible
rate. What a bench press! She pressed it so hard and with so much force that
it crashed into the remaining metal support structures, tore through them and
with an earth shattering explosion, blew through the ceiling and sailed into
the parking lot where it landed with the sound of another, even louder
explosion that shook the entire arena.

I just stood there for a moment with my mouth open. She really was supergirl.
More powerful that a locomotive, able to leap into the air with skill and
strength. The rest of auditorium was equally silent. They were all trying to
register what had just happened. I was wobbling a little when Suzy bound up
next to me like nothing happened.

"Well that was fun. One of these days I'll really have to test my limits."

I gave her a disbelieving look and mumbled some barely coherent syllables.
Suzy smiled and grabbed my hand. Her #1 top was back on and she had reduced
herself to the size she was when we first entered.

"Come on, let's get out of here."

And with that we quickly exited stage left and walked home. Fire engines and
police car sirens were heard rushing toward the scene of Suzy's display. We
didn't say much on the way the home, as I was still in shock. When we got
home, we went to our rooms and remained there.

Getting up the next morning I headed for the kitchen. Mom was there and Dad
had left to go golfing. Mom gave me a simple good morning and a knowing smile.
I nodded, sighed and checked out the paper. Sure enough, there on the front
page was an article about the destruction of the City Center Theater
apparently caused by the explosion of the hydraulic motors. Yeah, right. I'm
guessing everyone else had forgotten what I had witnessed, the birth of a
supergirl. Just as I started into my cold cereal, Suzy walked into the
kitchen. The same old Suzy with no oversized muscles who was wearing a large
boy band t-shirt that she used as pajamas. She gave me a smile similar to
Mom's and glanced over at the paper.

"Oh, looks like some nasty explosion happened last night."

I raised my eyebrows. "Yeah, nasty. Fortunately it didn't look like anyone
died, just some bumps, bruises and unexplained atrophy."

Suzy shook her head. "Well, that's good."

She then sat down beside me. Mom walked out of the kitchen, leaving us alone.
Suzy looked back at me.

"So, you really liked my muscles huh?"

I almost spit out my Cheerios. "Uh, well, you see."

She smiled back at me. She really was a pretty young girl. But since she
asked, I figured I'd let her know.

"Well, I was a bit surprised by how much I liked big female muscles. So I was
wondering."

Suzy leaned forward. "Yes, big brother."

"I was wondering if you could transfer some of your strength and size to
someone instead of just sucking it out."

Suzy leaned back into her chair. "Ha! Yes, actually, I thought about that last
night. So I tried it on the paperboy this morning. I gave him a little
increase in strength. Not much mind you, but some."

Suzy sat back up. "So did you have someone in mind?"

I swallowed a spoon full of cereal. "Well, there is this really cute girl in
gym class who's been looking at me a little, with my new buff body, and I was
thinking last night how cool it would be if she had muscles, like, well, you
know, bigger than, uh."

Suzy finished my thought. "As big as I was when you oiled me down yesterday?"

My face flushed. "Uh, yeah, maybe."

Suzy stood up. "Well, we'll see. It depends on what you do for me."

I looked up at her. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I want to head back to our gym to break a few world records and need
someone to spot me."

I nodded my head. That wasn't so bad.

"And you can oil me down again when I flex up some serious muscle. I liked
that too."

I let out a soft groan. Well it could be worse, she could want to blow me
through a wall again. And if it got me a big strong girlfriend, it would be
worth it.

Suzy started walking toward the gym.

"Come on, I don't have all day. I have other plans too."

With that Suzy skipped out the kitchen toward the gym, her hair bouncing along
with her. I hung my head a little and followed. After all, it was best not to
get on her bad side.

The End?