You Gotta Be Kidding Me
By Jeremy Wilson   shaneomacfan2@yahoo.com
A famous woman meets a man who changes her


**Author's note: Yeah, its me again, invading your peaceful existence with
another of my disaster pieces. Just kidding, I'm sure most of you already know
my writing style and have never liked it, and for that, I say, I'm sorry I
haven't written good enough stuff for you, but you're really not my audience,
so to H-E-double hockey sticks to you. For the few of you who are readers and
admirers of my work, I would like to say thanks a lot, its because of you that
I am still here, so I dedicate this story to you. The normal rules apply,
don't like my stories, don't read them, if you do, then by all means, read and
enjoy this one. By the by, this here story is about a famous woman who grows
hugely muscular and extremely strong, so if that is not your cup of tea, well,
get out, if it is, I hope you enjoy it. And this is complete fiction, I will
say it here first, that the character in this story is an actual real person,
and I don't want to get sued, so this is in no way real and doesn't mean
anything in the real world, in fact I set it in basically an alternate future,
which to this point probably won't exist. For those of you who have stuck
behind me the whole 4 years I have been writing, thanks for your support.**

This story is total one hundred percent fiction, and is not what I feel will
happen in the future.

The Year is 2016, World War III came and went, without use of nuclear weapons,
but did involve some nasty germ warfare and poison gas, but all that has been
cleared up in the 4 years it has been over. There are a great many changes to
society as we know it, there are now military dictators in power in Brazil,
South Africa, and most surprisingly, our neighbor to the south, Mexico.
Luckily for the United States, we were the ones that put him there, and he is
loyal to our causes, as we are to theirs. The weather is also mixed up here in
2016, tornadoes have destroyed much of the redwood forests in northern
California, torrential downpours in Arizona are now the norm, and the worst
snowfall ever recorded has happened in Texas. But not everything is bad, I
myself am a head scientist in a gene enhancing laboratory and we make well
over a billion dollars a year, producing legal steroids for all the beloved
sports stars and famous actors, singers, whoever has the money to pay for
these experimental drugs will get them. Of course, its not well known to the
government, because we are mostly underground, you have to know a friend of a
friend of a friend to get in contact with us. I personally make 870,000
dollars a year, but my base salary buys only about 8 cc's of
adreno-phenominal, our most popular designer gene enhancer. Living in Los
Angeles, though, you will find a boatload of people who are willing and able
to pay for a lot of my designer drug, including the famous motion picture
actress, Demi Moore, who this story is about.

I met Demi at a Hollyweird get together, she was still wonderful looking at
49, and her body was incredible for someone her age, she had divorced from
Ashton Kutcher when they found that a 40 year old woman has very little in
common with a 24 year old man, so Demi was not only playing the old Hollywood
meet and greet game, she was also looking for a boyfriend, our eyes met and it
was instant kismet. I couldn't keep my eyes off her stunning body and mature
beautiful face, and she liked the fact that I looked 25 or so, even though I
was at this point 38, all a function of my gene enhancer. So we met a couple
of minutes later and we discussed a number of things, including her beauty
secrets, I mentioned, almost out of hand, about adreno-phenominal, telling
that she could naturally look at least 15 years younger, be more fit, and a
lot stronger than she was in GI Jane. She laughed a little bit, thinking it
was all a joke, but I had a serious look on my face, I said, "No its true, how
old do you think I am?" She looked at my face thoroughly, and after a while of
thinking, "I would guess you're 26 years old?" I shook my head and smiled with
smug satisfaction "Nope, I am actually 38 years old, my supplement has helped
me retain my youth and health, and given me strength well beyond that of a
normal man." She was still disbelieving so I showed her my driver's license,
"November 26, 1977, my god, you are 38, you gotta be kidding me, but your
license convinced me, I will take you up on your offer though, this drug
sounds great." I shook my head and said with a small frown, "It's not a drug,
Ms. Moore, its a genetic enhancer, it basically takes your genetic structure
and reinforces it with denser muscle, and also improves your metabolic system,
and your nervous system, your whole body changes, not just certain areas of
it." She seemed impressed, so she said, "okay, lets go back to your place and
we can discuss our future plans."

I escorted her out to my car and opened up the passenger's side door, and lead
her in like the gentleman I am. She got in, flashing me her perfect teeth and
shimmied her stunning breasts a little to show she was interested in me for
more than my formulas. I got in and started driving, my house was about 8
miles from the gala, and while I could have easily walked there with my
enhanced body, I decided that I needed to show off my Ferrari some, to get
more attention and respect from the paparazzi and Hollywood Insiders. We
arrived at my place in about 4 minutes, quite easy because there are hardly
any rules in the city of Los Angeles anymore, Hollywood producers and other
powerful people have bribed the cops so much that they don't pull over hardly
anyone in the city limits. I get out first and just like getting in, I helped
her get out, I led her into the house, and we got undressed rather quickly.
She had a really lustful look in her eyes as her gaze traveled up and down my
body, she kicked her shoes off and almost ran over to jump on me like I was a
horse. I carried her to my bedroom and we enjoyed a couple hours of non-stop
sex, and for a 49 year old, Ms. Moore could really keep up with me. I also
noticed her body was pretty slim, but quite athletically muscular, I smiled to
myself as I stared at her sleeping body, she would look unbelievably gorgeous
after my formula. I fell asleep with the thought of her being superstrong and
muscular, my face formed a content smile.

I woke up the next morning at about 9 am, she was already up and dressed, I
called out to her, "Demi, where are you going, aren't you going to stay so I
can give you the formula?" She had a frustrated look on her face, as though
she was 10 minutes late for the most important meeting of her life, but said
"Okay, I'm sorry I have to go in a little while, but yes I'll try a sample of
your formula, can we make it quick, though?" I said "Sure, sure, let me just
get dressed and get you down to the lab, so I can give you some, with your
body, I'm sure only 8 ccs will be a good dose, you have a pretty nicely
muscled frame, this will enhance it even more." I took her hand and quickly
lead her to my lab in the basement, I picked up a needle with the brand new
serum, which was actually 4 times as effective as my original. I asked "Are
you scared of needles, because I have to inject this into a vein?" She shook
her head no and I proceeded to fill up a needle with about 10 cc's of the
enhancer X-4, then I scrubbed her arm with alcohol, found the biggest vein I
could and said "You will feel a slight prick, don't worry, this part only
takes seconds, it will be done before you know it, and you can get on with
your normal, everyday life." I got done and then gave her a cotton ball, "hold
this against the needle hole for a little while, then I'll cover it with a
bandage, if the formula works you won't notice it at all in about 24 hours."
She nodded and smiled, then I led her out the door, where I said "Don't do
much heavy lifting the rest of today, I don't know how it will affect the
formula, by this time tomorrow, your should be much stronger and more
beautiful than ever, and that'd be hard to do, because you're absolutely
gorgeous." I said that last part blushing, like the gawky, shy teenager I was
so many years before. I said as she was getting into her limo "Call me if you
have any problems or complications!"

4 hours later a phone rang, I picked up to hear Demi's screaming voice
"Wilson! get your ass over here now, something happened with the formula,
you're gotta do something about it, now, or so help me, I'll, I'll...." I
tried to calm her down "Demi, please relax yourself and tell me what happened,
go through it step by step, and please remain calm, I'll switch to my mobile
phone and I'll drive over there." She was much less frantic as she explained,
her old boyfriend hadn't moved his weight set out of her mansion yet, she
stumbled over one of his dumbbells, and even though she wasn't supposed to
lift anything heavy, she picked up the 60 pound weight and threw it across the
room like a Frisbee. I screeched my car to a halt after hearing that "You mean
a weight you had trouble moving around with both hands 2 days ago, was
completely weightless to you today, could the formula already be working?" She
then went back to being frantic, "That's not the part I'm mad about, you fool,
I love being strong, but after that my body started growing these huge ugly
muscles, remember Arnold in the 1975 Mr. Olympia, imagine those muscles on my
body, then imagine them growing twice as big within minutes, I'm a total
freak, Jeremy!" I shouted back "Calm down, Demi, I'm almost there, I'll take
care of it, don't worry, I'm sure its not as bad as you say." I was secretly
hoping it was, being a fan of huge and strong women, ala Renne Toney and Jan
Harrell.

I got there in about 3 minutes, she was standing in the open doorway to her
mansion, wait, the door wasn't just open, it was ripped off of its hinges, and
she wasn't standing in the doorway, she was filling it up with wide,
incredibly ripped and huge muscle! I couldn't believe my eyes, but she wasn't
exaggerating at all, her muscles looked bigger than any current male
bodybuilder in the World! Her skin was stretched to its limit as she flexed
without even knowing, showing delts that would make a pumpkin look small, her
traps were almost to the level of her ears, veins running across them, her
lats so huge that her arms were held out to a 45 degree angle. Her huge biceps
had to be bigger around than her waist, which remained as tiny as it was
before, although now it had an incredible looking 8 pack supporting it. Her
pecs were impossibly ripped and deep, almost 4 inches thick with pencil thick
veins running over them, she had muscle in places that most people don't even
have places! Her glutes were beautiful, as she stuck it out almost
subconsciously, round and thick, with some very noticeable striations, I was
drooling at the sight, which didn't go unnoticed by Ms. Moore. "Well, I can
see you are enjoying this, but I'm not, how can I get movie roles with a body
like this, I'm ugly!" I shushed her with my finger and kissed her even more
passionately then I did through our late night love session. Between kisses I
gushed out "Demi, you look more beautiful now then any woman I have ever seen
in the history of this business, if you don't get any more acting roles in
your life, I wouldn't care one bit, because you have a lifelong fan right here
in front of you." She blushed a little, tears starting to form in her eyes,
"Really, you don't think these huge muscles are too big?" I laughed and said
"Babe, there is no such thing as too big to me, I would love you even if you
were 10 times the size you are now, and 20 times the strength, you are my
ideal woman, don't worry baby, even if all the Hollywood big shots leave you,
I never will."

That set her off again, but this time, it seemed like she was crying tears of
joy, she hugged me, bringing me into the most muscular body that has ever
existed on a female form, and I loved every single second of it. She squeezed
a little too hard though, and I couldn't breath, "Baby, could you let up a
little, you're crushing me!" She blushed a little again and said "Sorry,
Jeremy, I guess I'm still getting used to this strength." I nodded and said
"We're just going to have to figure out your strength limits, so you learn to
control it, if your strength even comes close to what your body makes it look,
you are probably many hundred times stronger than a normal man, maybe even
more than that!" She looked despondedly up at me, "But how, I mean there
aren't many places around here with that kind of weight to throw around, how
can I test my strength at a normal gym." I laughed sharply at that and said "I
have that covered too, see when I first started this business, I invested in
an experimental metals and ores research firm, hoping to get them to build
denser dumbbells and barbells for my clients. I am sure we will be able to
find some limits to your strength, at least I hope so." She hugged me again
and said "Thank you, Jeremy, I don't know if I can ever repay you for this,
this is the best thing that ever happened to me in my life." I smiled down to
her "As long as I get to be in your presence, I'll be happy with whatever life
throws at us." We kissed again and I led her to my car. Unfortunately it was
too small for her new, massive frame, no matter what we tried, her incredibly
wide shoulders wouldn't let her in. Then an idea popped into my head "You
know, I think I have a way to test out your strength already, the special gym
I own is about 18 miles from here, I can test your new stamina, speed and
strength at the same time, what do you say to me racing you there, me in my
car and you, running on foot?" She agreed to that and we were off. I gave her
the directions, which her enhanced mind remembered exactly, word for word, and
I counted down to three. I sped away and looked back to discover she was still
standing there, that's strange I thought to myself, but then she got started,
about 5 seconds after I went. It was incredible to see in person, I was going
at least 60 miles an hour at that point and she started 5 seconds behind, so
she must have been going at least 100 miles an hour, she passed me about 12
seconds in, I increased my speed to 100 mph but she pulled ahead to an
insurmountable lead. She just kept going faster and faster, I maxed out at 120
mph, it took me 8 minutes to arrive at the gym, she was already standing out
in front, looking at her watch, like she was there for hours waiting on my
slow behind.

I got out of my car and opened the door to the gym, ushering my absolutely
gorgeous date inside. "Well my lady, are you ready?" I asked motioning to the
dozens and dozens of weight machines supporting ton after ton of weight. I
looked at her beautiful face, her eyes were wide with awe and wonder, as she
surveyed her domain, like a lion prowling on the Serengeti. She walked up to a
bench press smith machine and laid herself down, not even checking the weight
on the bar, somehow knowing she was strong enough to bench it. She did it so
quickly I didn't even have to the chance to say anything, the bar itself
weighed 500 pounds, made so dense and strong that it could carry the weights
it did, 1500 pounds on each side, 3500 pounds total that this former Hollywood
starlet was pressing as though it was air. She was cranking out reps faster
than I could count, stopping only when the repitious motion became too boring
for her, then she picked up what looked to be a 100 pound plate, and put two
on each side, but in reality they were 1,000 pounds a piece, so she was at
this point attempting 7,500 pounds! I was about to shout a warning, but again,
she was just too fast, its like she was set on fast forward and I was set on
slow motion. She lifted the bar up like absolutely nothing and with the same
motion she did before, repped the weight as if it weighed no more than the
first weight, stopping after 3 minutes of constant up and down motion as if
her hands were empty, not holding something that weighed almost 4 tons! She
put it down and got the light weights off, taking the biggest plates in the
gym, 2,500 pounds a piece and put 3 on each side, then thought about it a
little bit, and put 2 more on each side! My mind was reeling, I couldn't
believe that right in front of me, Demi Moore was attempting to lift 25,500
pounds! My mouth was hanging open in awe and lust, as I stared in wild wonder
as the bar lifted off the supports and was brought down to an incredible
muscle laden chest, she grunted a little, but brought it up without much
noticeable trouble, she brought it down again and slowly brought it up again,
finally, we have reached her limits I thought to myself, as I let out a big
breath that I didn't even know I was holding. She struggled through 8 reps and
finally set the bar down, she sat up, breathing a little hard and sweating
slightly. Finally my senses were returned to me in full and I approached her,
"Demi, honey, do you know how much weight that was?" I asked like a concerned
parent. "No, Jeremy, how much weight was this?" She asked a little huskily,
still breathing shallowly through her tough workout, I said "Those aren't
normal weights you just put on there, each one weighs 2,500 pounds, and the
bar weighs 500 pounds itself, it weighed 25,500 pounds total, and you just
benched it 8 times." I said, my head still reeling at the realization of what
I was saying. This would place her well above 20 times the strength of the
world's strongest man, with the face of a supermodel and the body a Mr.
Olympia contestant could only dream of, and she was my girlfriend! That last
thought short circuited my brain and I passed out. She rushed over and caught
my body before it hit the floor, carrying me to the door. I was able to hear
this come out of her mouth in my unconscious state, "Oh my poor baby had too
much excitement today, did he, well wait til tomorrow, I'm working arms!" One
thought occurred to me after she said that "You gotta be kidding me!"