TARZELLA
Chapter 3



Dale watched helplessly as Mary walked over to the transformer. She punched at
the keypad, and he saw the word appear on the screen.

F-U-T-U-R-E W-O-M-A-N

"Mary, what are you going to do?! Stop this at once!"

"I’ll be smart enough to fix this rig, then I’ll program me some even bigger
muscles ‘n I got now!"

She flicked the switches back on, then pressed the start button when the
machine powered itself up.

"See ya in a few, meathead!" she called, stepping quickly into the chamber.

Dale rocked the stool back and forth in his frenzy to get to the stop button,
but he couldn’t move it more then a fraction of an inch at a time, and the
cycle had already started. Dazed, he stared at Mary.

"Oh yeah!" she said, "It’s workin. I can feel it!"

Mary smiled and lifted her right arm into a side bicep pose that made Dale
gasp. Her huge, rock hard bicep bulged obscenely, thick cordlike blue veins
encircling the massive mountain of power in her arm. She put her left hand on
the bicep, caressing it, licking her lips hungrily in anticipation of
possesing this strength forever.

But then, she frowned.

"Hey, what gives!" she said. "It's gettin' smaller!"

It was true, Dale saw. Mary was loosing mass, her muscles toning down
dramatically as the rays enveloped her.

Mary's eyes widened. Dale watched as her hand, which just covered the upper
half of her big bicep, gradually enclosed more of the diminishing muscle.

And then his eyes widened. For as Mary's bicep shrank, her head began to grow.
It seemed that every less inch of arm measurment corresponded to an added inch
of height to her forehead.

"My intelligence - it’s escalating!" Mary said, her large eyes beginning to
glow with a golden nimbus. She put her hands on her slim hips just as her
denim shorts smoothed out into lavender spandex hot-pants.

Mary’s sweatband vanished from her lofty brow. She lifted one eyebrow and
regarded Dale with detached amusement. Her plaid shirt smoothed, became the
same shade as her shorts and blended together with them to become a sexy
lavender leotard.

She parted her full red lips to speak, when suddenly sparks and smoke shot out
of a grill in the control panel.

"Dale! What is it! What’s happening!" she cried, starting to step forward.

"Don’t move, Mary!" he cried. "Don’t cross the field! You could be seriously
injured!"

"But why is the machine smoking? Why don’t I feel so smart anymore!"

Mary had shrank to almost her normal height, and her leotard was now black.
She still looked sexy, but she was no longer becoming a woman of the future.

"Something’s gone wrong with the transformation circuits! Probably overloaded
by trying to turn you into something they aren’t capable of. But stay there
until the machine shuts off! Don’t cross that field!"

"Ok, Dale" Mary said meekly, now wearing black denim shorts and her t-shirt
again. "I wish I hadn’t tied you to that stool now!"

The readout was flickering crazily.

"Just hold on, Mary!" Dale said. "Don’t worry."

He watched the readout, it had began to slow down a little. He could make out
individual letters flashing in and out of the swirl of static. A ‘B" appeared
at the left side and remained steady.

"I think it’s stopping. At least I hope it is." he said, as an ‘L’ appeared
next to the ‘B’.

No more sparks came out of the grill. Mary stayed the same, still in black
shorts and t-shirt.

"I wonder why your jeans aren’t reappearing." he said.

"I don’t know, Dale." Mary said, glancing down at her legs. "But I think these
shorts are getting shorter!"

Dale looked. They were shorter, and Mary’s legs were longer!

"Oooo, I like the way my legs look!" Mary said.

He looked back at the readout. It now read, ‘BLAC........’.

"What the heck?" he said.

"Dale, I’m starting to feel strong again!" Mary said.

Dale’s head snapped up. He stared at Mary. Her neck had thickened, and a blue
vein appeared at it’s base on both sides, travelling across her shoulders,
which were widening inch by inch, and then down and around her thickening
biceps.

Mary raised her right arm and clenched her fist, a pose she was now accustomed
to assuming.

"See!" she said, smiling. "It’s growing bigger again!"

Once again, Mary possessed an eye-catching pair of bulging biceps. Out of the
corner of his eye (both of which were now riveted to Mary) he noticed a ‘K’
appear on the readout, which now said ‘BLACK.....’.

"Dale!" Mary, now clad in black spandex bicycle shorts, said. "Did you know
the melting point of iron is one thousand five hundred and thirty eight
degrees Centigrade, or two thousand and eight degrees Fahrenheit? Lots of
people say Celsius, but I’m sort of old fashioned."

"I had no idea." he said.

"And," she continued, planting her hands on her hips, her tight shorts now
bermuda length, her legs steadily growing longer, the strong shapes of her
thighs clearly visible under her tanning skin."Did you know you can determine
the hardness of steel or iron by looking at the spark patterns they produce
when you grind them?"

"I - no, I didn’t know that either." Dale said lamely, watching Mary’s hair,
which had lightened to it’s almost normal blonde color, now darken again,
turning black, and getting shorter.

A two inch wide leather belt appeared around Mary’s tiny waist as her shorts
crept up to within two inches of her crotch to perfectly show off her heavily
muscled legs. A heavy large-headed hammer was hanging by a loop from her belt
at her right hip. Her shoulders were so wide they were within a handsbreadth
of the chamber’s walls.

"Well, a girl’s got to know these things." Mary said, slipping the hammer out
of it’s loop and tossing it up and down. "When that girl’s a blacksmith!"

"A - OH MY GOD!" Dale cried, seeing that the readout did indeed now say that
word.

"This is a cross peen hammer." Mary said. "It’s my favorite. I can do some
pretty detailed work with this baby. Most ‘smiths detailing hammers only weigh
a couple of pounds, but with my muscles, that’s like a feather. This one only
weighs sixty pounds, but I still use it."

Mary was now wearing micro-shorts, which clung like a second skin to her sexy
hips. They were so low cut he could see the full eight-pack of her incredible
abs as her massively growing chest pulled her skimpy leather t-shirt up. Her
thighs bulged with almost absurdly developed muscles, the huge teardrop shapes
curving out unbelievingly. He doubted both his hands together could fit around
her calves.

Mary saw Dale looking at her legs.

"Strong enough for you, Dear?" she said mockingly. "With these legs I can lift
a horse up and throw him right on his back!"

Mary’s torso was becoming as impressive as her legs. There was so much muscle
packed unto her shoulders she wouldn’t be able to walk through a doorway
without twisting to the side. Her arms were pushed out almost forty-five
degrees from her sides by her massive lat development. And her arms were HUGE!
Great rolling boulder-like biceps, criss-crossed with thick blue veins
stretched her bronzed, heat-darkened skin tightly across them. Her forearms
bulged with terrific power, and the heavy hammer she held in her still tiny
right hand made sinews that resembled steel cables writhe under her skin.

Suddenly, the machine stopped humming.

And from the chamber stepped Mary the blacksmith. All seven feet of her.

Mary’s hair was now black as night, and cropped close to her head. Her
beautiful black eyes were full of supreme confidence as she advanced on Dale,
his head tilting back farther and farther as she approached him, fully
fourteen inches taller then him now.

She wore a leather apron tied with thin straps around her thick, powerful
neck. It was a very short apron which barely covered her breasts, held high
and proud on her thick, massively muscled, powerfull chest. Two more thin
straps which curved around to her back held the skimpy apron in place. Her
nipples were grape sized bumbs under the cowhide garment.

"Is that little pipe bothering you, Dale?" she asked sweetly. "Here, let momma
fix it for you."

She holstered her hammer, then bent down and twisted the pipe off of Dale like
it was made of taffy.

"There! Now you’re free!" she said.

Shakily, Dale rose to his feet. And his jaw literally dropped open.

Mary towered over the cringing Dale. It was if she had become a giantess and
he a midget, their sizes were now so disparate.

"Oh, you little man." Mary said. "Why, you couldn’t even be my apprentice!
You’re way too scrawny!"

Dale swallowed, his throat made a dry clicking sound.

"-gulp-" Dale said.

"And now that I’m so much bigger and stronger then you Dale, I wonder if you
can even satisfy me in bed."

"W-what!" Dale said, then "Hey, what are you doing!?" as Mary lifted him like
a sack of potatoes, heaved him over her shoulder and carried him up the
stairs.

"We’ll see." She said, as Dale stared upside down at Mary’s swaying derriere.

----to be continued---