Richard




I have never been stirred by anything as much as I was by watching my wife get
strong. I don't know why, but for some reason or other, I am sexually aroused
by muscular women, super sexually aroused, and we found out that is part of
why she responded as she did to the magic of the potion.

The old man in the shop told us that the effects of the enhancement cream were
permanent, but that between bouts of sex, we would return "almost to the way
things were before," as he put it. When I pressed him, he said "When a rose
blooms, it reaches great beauty, but soon it dies. But do not despair; when
the rose is needed again, it blooms with many friends."

Somehow, this explanation did not explain much to me, but eventually, I came
to understand that our gains in strength would remain. Our gains in size would
diminish somewhat and only show themselves in time of need. This was great for
Sarah, because the last thing she wanted to do was be eight feet tall.

The really cool thing is that I learned she earned a lot of her gains on her
own before the magic happened. The magic came about only because we both had
the same fantasies. That she was getting stronger anyway, and because we both
were people of honesty and integrity. She wanted me to enhance my penis for
the right reasons, and I wanted her to get strong for the right reasons, and
both these wishes matched up with our own desires for ourselves. The converse
was true too, and that was why my muscle and strength growth was much less
than hers. First, I had not been seeking that out by working for it on my own,
and it was not my fantasy, it was only her fear that her desires for her own
growth would scare me that made her want me to get strong too. However, both
of us desired her growth in size and strength for the "honorable reason of
enhancing true love." Every dose of my sperm, then, fed our own fantasies for
her. Thus the fantasies came true and with each step took our fantasies to new
levels. Whereas, my strength only increased to where I was happy with it, my
ability to please my wife sexually, something we both wanted for honest
reasons, grew with each sexual encounter.

When I heard his explanation, everything made sense. We also learned that the
secondary source of power coming from my sperm and her milk would last
forever, but the ability to pass it on would end after two or three days. That
gave me at least one more weekend night and one more morning to pass the power
on to my beautifully powerful wife, and now I knew that the only fear was
moot. She would only grow to frightening heights of size and power at the
height of sex, or working out extremely hard, or "responding to a huge danger
or threat." The potion somehow knew whether the recipient had integrity or
not.

As we drove home from our visit to the potion shop, or whatever it was, Sarah
mentioned she had met someone interesting at the gym the other day.

"It was weird," she said. "This girl was on the bike and I kind of started
competing with her. I rode really well, because I respond so well to
competition, and so she approached me in the locker room and said she was
impressed with my riding, and would I want to ride with her occasionally? She
even mentioned competing in some kind of races against guys. I said yes,
because I had gotten such a great pump from competing that hard. I also
thought it would be fun to have a new friend, someone who was competitive, and
athletic, and knew nothing about me. But then, I got a weird vibe. I don't
know. It seemed she was into me. Anyway, I bought a new bike, because I didn't
think my Schwinn cruiser was the type of bike and type of riding she planned
to do."

"Great sweetie. Some new friends might be a good idea. I wouldn't worry; I
think you can take care of yourself. I pity the fool who tries to take
advantage of you. They are going to be in for a surprise."

"You're probably right. I may have been reading too much into it. Maybe it was
her language. She was crass and crude, but then again, she's at least ten
years younger than me. Maybe that's the way kids talk these days."

"Of course I'm right, honey. Now let's get home so we can have dinner and get
the kids to bed. I want to fill you with more of the magic serum before we
can't get any more gains from it." And we did. It was good, very good, very
many times! And it's a good thing we have a sixteen foot cathedral ceiling in
our bedroom, because we needed most of it.

Sarah

That night was, if anything, even better than the previous one. We made love
about five times, and each time I grew some more. It was fun seeing the
changes, knowing that they would subside before long, only to be unleashed
when needed. It was fun watching my nightie ripped to shreds as I grew bigger.
That was a turn-on for Richard. I made a mental note of that and stored the
information under my hat.

We took out a measuring tape, a cloth one that was seventy-two inches.
Unfortunately, it was inadequate for many of our measurements, so Richard went
to his handy bedroom toolbox, which he keeps in the recesses of his closet and
took out his sixteen-foot household tape measure. It was awkward, because
those metal tapes don't work well on curved surfaces.

First, he measured height. He needed my help, because he could not reach even
my shoulders. I held the end of the tape to a spot on the wall next to the top
of my head.

"Thirteen feet eight inches," he called out. "Can you believe it?"

Then I stepped on the scale. I was glad we had bought a high quality but
old-fashioned scale, like those in the old doctor's offices, beause the
typical bathroom scale would have failed.

I could not see because my boobs got in the way, but Richard called out the
weight. " 640 pounds!"

"Are you sure? I asked. "640? Oh my God."

"Don't panic honey. You are the most fit and gorgeous 640 pounds any man has
ever seen. You are a new super-model super-hero, so don't fret."

"I guess you're right. It was just my social programming coming out. It just
sounds obese."

"But Sarah, your fat percentage is less than five percent."

That satisfied me. My biceps stretched the tape at 44 inches, my thighs were
65, my hips were 70 my waist was only 38, and my chest right under the armpits
was 88 inches around around the boobs it was over 100.

My shoulders almost broke the wide cupola we have in our cathedral ceiling.
They were eleven feet around. I think my boobs weighed about seventy pounds
each, or so it seemed, but they defied gravity, so much so that Richard pulled
himself up to kiss me by grabbing the nipples, which provided a firm hand
grip. Each nipple was the perfect size and shape for his hand, but there was
nothing else to get a purchase on, so I gave his butt a little nudge with my
long tongue. Then, he on my right boob and kissed me sweetly on the lips. I
could tell he was ready to go again, and I gave his long middle leg a little
kiss, which made him shudder

"At least we know how big I will be at my absolute biggest now," I said.

"Who knows," he said. "I might have some energy left in the morning."

"Fat chance, the kids are here, and you are taking care of them tomorrow."

"They can wait," he said. "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity."

"Well, maybe they can wait a little, but this isn't the last opportunity. We
still have the cream, and your fifteen inches are far less scary to me at this
height," I said with a wink.

Then Richard pointed something else out to me. "The old man said your size and
strength increaseas were based on two things, the base strength and the amount
of serum you ingest. Your growth proportionate to the size and strength you
had based on your normal training. If you keep working hard and raise your
basic bench lifts by a significant amount, you will have a new baseline. Your
new size and strength numbers will be based on something like 5000% of that
basis. Are you with me?"

"I think so, I said. "So if I lift carefully and regularly I won't trip the
mechanism that makes me become superhuman?"

"He was very obtuse, but I think that's what he meant."

"So, If I raise my natural bench press from 280 to 320, and all my other lifts
by slow natural means, and my natural bike speed from whatever it was the
other day to something faster, my morphed state will be even greater?"

"Exactly, so, the long and the short of it is, you aren't necessarily at your
peak, and at least some of that is based on you and your natural desire to
grow, not just on magic."

"Makes sense," I said. If I wasn't willing to work hard on my own, it wouldn't
be much of a fantasy, would it? These old time magic potions have a certain
amount of integrity built in to them".

The thought of getting even bigger and stronger than this was very
entertaining, and I almost cradled Richard back to life at the thought, but he
had to take care of the kids tomorrow, and I had to go on that bike ride. I
also had to sit still and cool my heels for a while so that I could shrink
enough to fit in our bed. I thought mindful thoughts, and soon I was back down
to my normal size, well, my new normal.

Alanna Hussell

I was getting excited all day Saturday thinking of that older chick coming
over to ride. I wanted to be able to work hard on the bike, get a great
workout and maybe make a new friend, but my mind kept going over to the dark
side.

Every time I thought of her, I thought of those beautiful butt cheeks in her
spandex rising and falling as she walked across the floor, bunching and
flexing and then relaxing with every step in a mesmerizing dance that only
some women could do. I almost called her back to talk to her while I was still
on the bike, mainly so I could watch her walk away again, but that might have
seemed weird, so I let her go.

Anyway, she's coming over today to go on a ride. I think I'll let her ride in
front most of the time, so she can set the pace, but also so I can watch those
incredible legs churn up and down. I can't believe I have never heard of her
and she's this good. The plan is to do a forty mile ride around the lake.
There are some serious climbs up the hills, and we have to ride ten miles
there and back. It's the race course for the Lakefest Challenge. I'll time her
on it and see how good she really is.

God! Can't wait to see that beautiful athletic body in bike clothes. A big
part of why I got into sport was to be around other supremely fit women with
great legs. I have met a number of girls who make me go home and bring myself
to orgasm based just thinking about them. I had fantasy sex with this one five
times over the last two days.

Today, I hope to make it real sex. And to help that I can slip her a roofie.

Richard

Last night, after she used her mindfulness and yoga to return to her normal
size, Sarah finally slept. I watched her lying by my side, breathing deeply. I
looked at the curve of her hips, the muscular roundness of her incredible rear
end, and the narrowness of her waist. I ogled the depth of her chest and the
firmness of her newly large breasts. Even lying on her side they did not droop
remarkably but sat one on top of the other, almost as if they were fake.

The fact that she had done all this for me was astonishing. She took a huge
risk and surprised me. What is so amazing is she surprised me with something
she has secretly wanted for herself forever. I guess it shows we belong
together.

As we lay there, my erection grew again. I didn't want to wake her so I rubbed
against her side gently until I was about to cum, and then I caught the cum in
my hands. It was a little less than the previous ejaculations, but still
enough that I had to decide what to do, so I massaged her breasts some more,
gently so she would not awaken. I can't wait to see the results. They will
only show the next time she lifts super heavy or the next time we have sex. It
will be a pleasant surprise.

This morning, it was all I could do to avoid having sex with her, but I got up
early and made breakfast. She came down in her biking outfit, in which she
looked incredibly hot and a wee bit bustier than before, and ate plentifully
before getting into her car and driving off.

I was glad for her to have met someone at the gym who wanted to get her out of
the house and outside exercising. For my part, I was looking forward to
bonding time with the kids. A little touch football with the other families in
the neighborhood, a barbecue, at home and maybe cheer the Buffalo Bills on to
a win from the comfort of our family room, though the chances of that seemed
remote.

Sarah

I googled her address and followed my Australian male Siri voice as he
directed me to Alanna's place. It took about ten minutes to the next town
over. She lived in a clean apartment complex with row hoses of six units. I
took my bike off the rack and then knocked at her door. She appeared almost
immediately and looked me up and down as she emerged from her unit door
wheeling her bike as she went.

"It's a pretty long ride I've planned, so if you need to take a dump or
somep'n', you should go now."

What a sweet greeting I thought. "Hi, um thanks, but no, that won't be
necessary. Where is our ride taking us?"

"Well, funny you should ask. I thought we would go over to the lake and do a
ride around the whole thing. We Take Johnstown Road to the lake. Then we go
south on East Lake Road until we get to Trask Hill road. We go left on that
and it snakes around in a giant curve until we get to East Lake Road which we
will take all the way back up into town. Then we will ride back her. Does that
suit you?"

Yeah, sure. It sounds like a long ride, but it ought to be fun. Are you
planning to work it hard?"

Yeah, I thought we could get a really tough workout in and then come back to
my place for a little food and maybe a glass of wine or beer. Sound good?

"Sure. My husband has the kids today, and he is actually looking forward to
some bonding time with them, so we have all day."

"Oh!" she said, and paused as if sizing me up a little. "Great! By the way,
nice wheels you got there. I figured you must have a nice bike the way you
ride. No Schwinn Canal Cruiser or shit like that for you."

"Oh no, but they have their uses. Yours looks pretty nice too." She proceded
to brag about it in a way that lost me because I didn't know what she was
talking about. I guess different types of metals are better than others and
different companies have different designs for the components. Who knew? I
just knew I liked riding those electric bikes at the gym.

We hopped on our bicycles and were soon winding down country lanes toward
Laketon, a small cute resort town on the northern end of the long, skinny
finger lake. We were proceeding at a very fast clip, I thought, and soon we
were in Laketon. So far she had led the way. She stopped in the little park at
the north end.

"How you feel so far?" se asked.

"Good, ... good," I said. "It seemed pretty fast, but not as fast as the other
day on the exercycles."

"God! I should hope not. We wouldn't have anything left. My plan for today is
to treat the middle section around the lake like the hard part of the ride. I
want you to ride the fuck out of it. You lead the way unless I pass you; then
we can meet back here and do a cool down ride home."

As she told me this, she kept looking at my legs and then back up to my face.
I glanced down at my legs, and I liked what I saw. Riding a bike does
something special and different to the thighs, and I love the way the belly of
the muscle extends down to the knees and bulges over the knee.

"Yeah, OK, maybe we should get back on the road before we stiffen up." With
that, I took off, it was warming up, and I started to sweat a little. The
sweat was starting to get into my eyes, when instinctively, my tongue cleaned
off my forehead. I didn't evem think about it, it just happened.

I was moving even faster than before, maybe reaching twenty or more miles per
hour. We went south on East Lake Road, and the northern section was flat. I
picked up the pace and shifted to a higher gear, going even faster.

The speed limit in this section was only about twenty MPH, because there were
so many folks living close together and close to the road. I passed a few
cars, so they must have been following the limit closely. My legs were
churning along, and yet they felt really good. I'm not sure I could do this
all day, but I could certainly keep it up for a couple of hours.

I went around a curve and glanced behind me. Alanna was nowhere in sight. I
worried for a moment that I had taken a wrong turn, or maybe missed the turn,
but soon I saw a sign that said Trask Hill Road intersection two miles ahead.
I knew I was going the right way. I kept pedaling just as hard, and the houses
flew past. About four minutes later I saw Trask Road. Trask was a right hand
exit that went downhill for about a quarter of a mile before crossing under
Lake Road in a tunnel and then climbing the huge hill that rose above the
Lake. At first, the hill was gradual dor about two miles, but then it turned
left to go straight up in a steep rise for about a mile.

I geared down one level for the gradual hill and maintained my speed pretty
well. Then, I had to gear way down for the steep part of the hill. Still, I
was maintaining a good rhythm with my legs. I caught and passed several groups
of riders who looked surprised when they saw me motoring up the hill at that
rate. Finally, the hill flattened out and turned gradually to the right. I saw
vineyards and more vineyards and cornfields as well. We were no longer near
the fancy lake front property that Richard and I thought we would own someday.
As it flattened out I geared up and increased my speed. Soon I reached the
long steady downhill.

I think the downhill is the section of the ride that many people glide on.
They have just finished a long climb, and they can maintain their speed while
resting. I, on the other hand, decided it would be exciting to see just how
fast I could go on this gradual seven mile downhill. I adjusted the gears to
the highest possible level and began pushing it. I passed a few cars, the
drivers of which were quite surprised.

Moments later, I passed a car whose driver, evidently, thought it was pretty
cool I was going so fast. He sped up and passed me back, slowing down to ogle
my legs and ass, but I didn't mind. I would have done the same thing. My legs
and ass are damned awesome, and even if they are meant for Richard's eyes,
when they are in public, people will notice. "Hey," he yelled. "Keep it up.
You're doing awesome. Let me give you your speed" Then he pulled ahead and
held out his hand and stuck out three fingers and then five. So I was going 35
MPH down the hill. I increased my cadence, pressing hard and pulling up
equally hard on the toe clips. He sped up. Four fingers and then three. Once
again, I increased my cadence and really pushed it. I almost caught him, and
then he steadied his car and held out his hand with five fingers and then
again with five. I followed him the whole way down the hill, maintaining this
pace. Within minutes, I had reached the intersection of Trask Hill Road and
West Lake Road. I was more than halfway through the ride in about 48 minutes.
I still had one more long climb, but I also had one more long steady downhill.

Soon I was back in the small park in Laketon. I made note of the time. Thirty
minutes later, Alanna rode in looking beat but very happy. "Man," she said.
"You're awesome. You pulled me through to my best time on this course. That
was faster than the women's winner in the Hasselbach Cycle race last year."

Really, I thought, and stored that information in my head.

"How long have you been back?"

"Oh, just a minute or two," I lied. "I found some paper towels and dried off."

"You look very well recovered for one or two minutes," she pointed out.

"I was speaking in a general sense. Maybe it was five."

"Yeah, that makes more sense. Hey let's pedal home. I'm starving and I want
some acohol."

With that, we pedaled our way back to her unit at a gentle recovery pace. It
felt good, and we traded off leading the way and even riding next to each
other on a paved bike path we were on for three miles. She was staring at me,
and I got a weird vibe from her. "Your legs are fuckin' awesome, you know. Did
anyone ever tell you that? I mean just look at them. I could't believe the
power you showed my in that first section of the ride. Which was the last time
I could see you."

"Thank you, I guess. I have been working on my legs. To tell the truth, I
relatively recently discovered that my husband likes muscular women, and since
it has always been my own fantasy to be strong and muscular, I started working
on it. This riding is a side benefit. In fact, until recently, I didn't have a
bike like this. ... By the way, your legs are pretty damned awesome too."

"You think so? Thanks, I sure as shit have worked on them. Lotta squats and
thousands of miles of biking. I can't believe that you just recently got into
it, and you're kickin' my butt."

I pulled ahead of her and heard her mutter, "Fuck that's nice. Looka that
ass." She said it under her breath, but I heard.

Soon we were back at her place. She pointed the way to the bathroom and said I
could use her shower to clean up if I wanted. I was grateful, as the sweat had
dried on our cool down ride, and I had lines of salt all over my body. It felt
good to get clean. But it was startling to look through the glass of the
shower door and see her staring back at me through it.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just brought a clean towel for you to use. Here it is."

Thanks so much. It feels good to get clean.

While she showered, I changed into some oversized clothes I had brought with
me. I was glad to get out of the sexy looking garb that was going to attract
more unwanted attention from her. I liked her, and wanted to do more riding
with her, but it was clear she was into me as more than just a friend, and I
was not buying what she wanted to sell,

Alanna Hussell

Man, I don't know where this older chick, ... Sarah, I'll just call her Sarah,
... I don't know where she came from. She's freaking hot as hell and has
talent and strength up the wazoo, and she just appears out of nowhere at the
health club, like she's never ridden before or something.

After riding a hard warm-up, I described the route and gave her a plan of
attack. I told her to take the lead and press hard through the 40 mile
circuit, and I woukld follow behind her. "Don't wait for me though," I said.
"Push through and do your best."

It's a fucking hard circuit, with a massive hill climb in the first half and a
smaller but killer one in the second. The only good thing is the downhills
where you can maintain your speed and glide a bit to rest your legs which
always feel like jelly after the climb,

She took off like she had someplace to be, and I was working hard to keep up.
I ain't never seen riders passing cars on this loop, but she did. Pretty soon,
she was out of sight. I finished the damn loop in 2;08. Two oh fuckin eight,
is the best time I have ridden on that course in five years of riding the
Lakefest Challenge race. Two oh fuckin' eight, and she is in the parking area
of the Laketon Park totally recovered and not even sweaty.

She said she had toweled off and had only been there a few minutes, but I
don't have shit for brains. If she had toweled off, she would not have had
salt lines in the places she had them. She's lyin' about somethin' but my
guess is, it aint sinister enough to worry about.

We chatted a bit on the way home. She's a classy lady; I can tell. She don't
swear; she talks like an English teacher, and she's freakin' gorgeous. I mean
gorgeous. I maneuvered our ride back to go along the canal path for a few
miles, so we could actually ride two a breast and talk for a bit. I couldn't
keep my eyes off her quads and her ass, but I think she caught me looking. I
tried to play it cool, but ended up telling her she's gorgeous. She took it in
stride as if she gets told that every day, and then mentions her husband, but
by this time I am totally into her, so it's definitely going to be roofie time
when we get home.

I let her use the bathroom to shower, and sneak in to watch her wash, though I
bring her a clean towel as cover.She has her back to me as I begin to watch
her through the glass door of the shower stall. Her ass is gorgeous, and the
definition of her hamstrings is evident as she leans over to wash her shins
off. Then she stands up and reaches each arm up to lather up her pits, and I
notice her arms and shoulders for the first time. They are massive for a
woman. Truly massive but at the same time incredibly feminine. I don't know
how she pulls this off. Then I notice the contrast between the width of her
waist and the width of her back at the shoulders. I know I need to have her.
I'm just getting ready to leave when she turns around and catches me looking.
Damn! I shoulda gotten outta there earlier.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just brought a clean towel for you. Here it is," I said to
cover my ass. I think she fell for it. I left it on the toilet seat cover and
left immediately as if I had just gotten in there.

I went to the fridge to make sure I had some good white wine in it, not the
cheap shit I usually buy for myself. There were a couple of bottles, a local
dry Riesling and some Kim Crawford Sauvignon Blanc from New Zealand. That's
good enough I thought. She oughtta like that shit.

She was out of the shower now, so I took mine while she dressed. I masturbated
in the shower just thinking about the body I had watched through the door.
"That's in case things don't work out as planned," I told myself. I had
already had more orgasms just thinking about her than I had haad with living
lovers in the past few months.

"I gotta do something about this," I thought to myself. So I toweled off, got
dressed and made my appearance in the most understated but sexy casual clothes
I had. She was sitting on the couch, watching the Buffalo Bills pregame when I
came in.

"Cool, you a Bills fan like me?"

"Sort of. My husband is, and my kids, so I guess I have gotten into it by
default. They aren't very good though. I am amazed at how loyal their fans
are."

There it is again, her husband. She keeps talking about him. It's almost as if
she wants to send me a message that she is taken and happy. Well, maybe she
has a few things to learn about love. Maybe she's bi and doesn't even know it.

"Can I get you some wine," I asked.

"Yes, thanks. I've been looking forward to that since you mentioned it on the
ride back here."

"Kim Crawford OK?"

"Perfect! I love a good Sauvignon Blanc from the Marlborough region of New
Zealand, and that is one of the best."

This fuckin' chick knew her wines. "So far, she's perfect," I thought. "Too
damn good for me, but she's in my house now, and I'm not dropping this
opportunity." So I slipped a roofie in one of the wine glasses, and poured.
When I turned to put the wine away, I panicked. I hadn't really paid attention
to which glass was which. "Dumn fuckin' fuckwad," I thought to myself. "Shit
for brains! Why didn't you pay attention, so I put a little bit in each glass
and hope the one I'm giving her is the one with one and a half doses.

I place the wine in front of her; it was a healthy slug of wine too. And we
start some small talk. You know, where do you work, what do you like to do in
your spare time other than ride, that kind of thing. She tells me she used to
be some hotshot gymnast in high school but got too big ever to try for the
Olympics. She must have money because she quit her work to spend more time on
her family and to get her body in shape. I don't know about her family, but
she succeeded in the second part of her goals.

Then I tell her where I work. I talk about the work we do and the name of the
company, Latella industries. I mention how much I love my job, partially
because my boss is so great and so chill. Then I see her smiling, and I
remember her last name.

"That's my husband's company," she says.

"Fuckin' shit!" I think to myself, "I have just slipped a roofie to my bosses
wife. My job is toast. Oh fuck it! there is no turning back now."

Sarah

I sat on her couch and turned on the Bills game. They were still in pregame
talking about what they had to do to beat the Patriots. "Bribe the scoreboard
operator to give the Bills the points when the Patriots' score," I thought,
chuckling to myself. In a moment, Alanna appeared carrying two glasses of one
of my favorite white wines.

We sat and sipped. I took a long pull of wine and we discussed this and that.
She raved about her job; she loved her work and her boss, not something I
would have expected this woman to say. Then I asked her where she worked. I
nearly dropped over when she said, Latella Enterprises.

"That's my husband's business," I said. "I'm married to Richard Latella." She
responded with a very odd look on her face, but I did not dwell long on that
before I started feeling really relaxed.

"This wine is having a strong effect on me," I said to Alanna. And then, I
noticed her eyes, such beautiful eyes, and her legs too. She was wearing this
incredibly sexy outfit. Her legs were not as big and muscular as mine, but
they looked pretty good in those tight shorts of hers. I was beginning to feel
really odd. She stood up, and I thought she was so tall and was there to
protect me. I reached out with both arms and grabbed her , reaching around
behind and clutching her butt. I pulled her closer. Then she started to kiss
me and remove my clothes, and then my memories ceased. I had moments of
lucidity, glimpses of memories came back later. Rolling on the floor. Her
saying, "Oh, my god, it's like a snake".And later, "What the hell is
happening. You can't stand up; you have to lie down hre. Am I in Alice's
Looking Glass or something?"

Alanna Hussell

I have had some weird shit happen to me before, but I ain't had nothin' like
today. First, the old lady comes to my house in a really nice car with the
killer bicycle and absolutely kicks my ass all over a race course I have owned
for five years. The she makes me fall in lust with her. Who wouldn't fall for
her? She is gorgeous. Then when I slip her a little roofie or ecstacy, she
loses her inhibitions and we start making love. The love making was good,
really good, but one reason for that was she had this killer tongue. I ain't
seen anything like it.

At one point she was teasing me with it and she licked her stiffening nipples.
Then she cupped her huge breast with the tongue and showed it off to me.
Meanwhile, I was all over her body, rubbing and kissing and squeezing
different parts of her body, all of which were more beautiful that any women's
body I had ever seen. Before I know it. I'm on my back, arching my his upward
and she is kissing my vulva and sticking this long tounge. First she just
titillates me with it, going partway in, and then licking hard then going a
little further in, then pulling out entirely. Then finally sticking it all the
way down to places no man's penis could reach while she manipulated my clit
with her lips.

I climaxed like I ain't never done before, Bang, bang and then bang again.
Three freakin times, and so did she. That's when it got really weird. Suddenly
she starts to seize up and shake and then her muscles, which were already
bigger than any I've ever seen, just rippled and quadrupled in size as she
grew taller

"What the hell is happening," I said. You can't stay standing up; you gotta
lie down. Am I in Alice's Looking glass or something?" Her huge body stretched
from one end of my living room/dining room to the other, and she took up a lot
of space. She looked like some giant super hero of a female variety. She sat
up for a moment and said, "I get this way sometimes. It happens when I have
great sex, or when I lift really heavy, or when I am needed to prtect someone
from danger." She was slurring her words, and I wasn't sure she knew what she
was saying. "You want to see me flex.?"

"Uh, yeah, but you can't stand up. Just sit on the floor." And then she flexes
those pythons of hers. I have seen some big arms in cartoons, but hers were
bigger than cartoon like. As tall as she was, her biceps peaks were higher
than her fist .If she had been normal size, proportionally they would have
been bigger than her waist, I think. They were anyway. She picked me up and
seated me on her righ bicep and relaxed it for a moment. Then I felt a huge
swelling under me, and I was thrown across the room as she flexed her bicep.
Before I crashed into the wall, she caught me with her left hand and gently
placed me back on the right bicep again.

Afraid of being thrown across the room, I braced myself for more, but she only
gently bounced me as she isolatedly flexed her bicep without a violent
movement. I bounced lightly as her bicep rose and fell by about a foot with
each flex.

Then she placed me on her left boob and squeezed her left pec, causing the
same effect, and catching me gently every time. She repeated this action over
and over and over again.. This giant was frightening and gorgeous at the same
time. I was scared shitless and yet aroused at the same time; she sensed this
and gently put me on her breasts. I could put my mouth around the tip of her
nipple, and that was all. She gently rubbed me with the tip of her tongue,
bringing me to an ecstatic release once again. I fell asleep on top of her.
And slept for over an hor. By the time I woke up, she was back to normal
height, which made me wonder if it had happened at all. I looked at her and
smiled. She looked back with an angry expression.

"You slipped me some kind of drug, didn't you," she demanded? I looked down,
guilty.

"Yeah, well you turned into some kind of giant, and you have a fucking long
tongue."

"Are you sure it wasn't the drugs messing with your head?" She asked,
seemingly hoping I would be confused.

"Not entirely, but I'm willing to bet it wasn't just the drugs. You stretched
from here all the way to in there, and your hair brushed against the ceiling
when you were sitting on the floor. Look the furniture is out of place. It
really did happen" Now it was her turn to hang her guilty fucking head. "Tell
me the truth." I said. What in the name of fucking hell is going on?"

Then she told me the whole story. I filled in with the bits I knew but she
didn't. It took the better part of the afternoon, but it all began to make
sense.

"I realize you could snap your fingers and cause me to lose my job, and It's
my own damn fault. I'm sorry." But God, part of me was not sorry. That was the
best damn sex I've ever had. It was hard to imagine she could do as much for
her husband as she had done for me.

"Look, here's the deal. You don't want me to tell my husband about the stunt
you pulled, and I'm sure he doesn't really want to lose you. He loves all his
employees; he talks about it all the time. I, on the other hand, want to keep
certain things you saw this afternoon a secret from the mainstream. We both
have a lot at stake, so let's agree to just keep it under our hats."

"You'd do that for me?"

"For you and me," she said. "And, if truth be known, I enjoyed the riding part
of the day. From your description, I probably enjoyed the rest too, but the
less said on that, the better. We can keep meeting to ride, but the sex will
never happen again. I want to remain loyal to my husband."

"Yeah, I get it." I said, sadly. "I will drop it."

And with that we shook hands and she walked out the door. Yes, this was one
fuckin' weird day.

(to be Continued)