Morphenomenal
By Mac

Here is one of the stories that I wrote you about.  This story was 
originally written under the name Randy's Morph  by FanTCman back in 
September of 1995 and had a strong homosexual theme.  I hope that he 
doesn't mind too much my borrowing of sections of his story and changing 
the theme to a very heterosexual orientation.  The majority of this 
current version is my own material based on my own fantasies about what 
would happen to a woman who went through a similar process. 

Thanks for taking a look at it, 

- Mac 

Warning:  If you are under 18 or are offended by stories referring to 
sexuality and sexually graphic scenes, or female bodyparts growing and 
expanding to unheard of sizes, DO NOT READ THIS. 


Morphenomenal 

As a reporter for a major bodybuilding publication, Becky had 
experienced the thrill of interviewing some of the hottest guys on the 
bodybuilding scene.  But she had been especially excited when she got 
this new assignment.  The editors told her that a gal who was into 
bodybuilding, like her, would be the obvious choice for this one.  They 
felt that the guys would relate to her.  But Becky felt inadequate 
because, even though most people thought she was pretty muscular, she 
always felt puny next to those hardcore guys at the gym.  She worked 
hard at building herself up, and she was pleased when some of the big 
guys noticed that she was bulking up.  But nothing like them.  She was 
kind of flat chested, a little square in the hips, and she had short 
brown hair that hung straight down.  She stood five foot, four inches 
tall, wore wire-rimmed glasses, and when she fixed herself up, she was, 
well, cute at best, but mostly just plain old Becky.  And then she got 
the assignment of her life, the one that would take her, though she 
didn't know it yet, beyond her own wildest fantasies. 

There had recently come onto the scene several guys who had become known 
as the "New Supermen," and they were each one more huge than the last, 
massive, beautifully hairy, and hung with equipment so large it bordered 
on the absurd, except that it was so erotic and sexy that no one minded 
how impractical it might be to have such a huge cock and balls.  Then it 
became publicly known that these guys were the result of an incredible, 
computer controlled morphing process that somehow altered the genetic 
programming through the blood and caused the body to change itself to 
match the pattern that the computer had imprinted.  Becky had been told 
that she was to meet the men who controlled the experiment, find out 
just how it worked and report on it. 

She could barely contain herself when, at their invitation, she showed 
up at the lab where they did their "magic." There were several guys 
there when she arrived, and most of them were guys she had seen in some 
of the New Supermen movies and magazine layouts.  All of them were 
dressed in the smallest, briefest posing bikinis she had ever seen, or 
maybe they just looked so small, she thought, because the guys in them 
were so huge.  Their crotches bulged as though they had stuffed them, 
but she could see by the outlines of cocks and balls that it was all 
their own flesh.  They walked around the room, or up to meet her, and 
their gigantic legs rolled around each other as they walked.  Their 
arms, so thick and massive that it seemed impossible, swung at their 
sides, propped out at exaggerated angles by the extreme mass and width 
of their backs and their pecs, which were also huge, distended,  hard, 
immensely round and piled up on their chests and bulging way out to the 
sides.  All of them had body hair more or less like Alec Baldwin's, 
which Becky had always thought was incredibly sexy, (much more so than 
those guys who walked around constantly shaved) covering their pecs in 
dark, silky swirls up to their throats and plunging in dark lines all 
the way down over the thick ridges of their hard, hairy abs, joining 
with their pubic hair. 

It looked unbelievably hot to Becky, the way the bikinis bulged with 
their loads of masculinity so impossibly enormous, so meaty and thick 
and heavy that the load pulled down the fronts, appearing as though 
there was barely enough fabric to cover it all.  The smooth and shiny 
material was stretched so thin that every curve and line of their balls 
and their cocks, the rims of their cock heads, even the veins were 
clearly outlined.  They had looked sexy to her in the shots she had seen 
before, but nothing like seeing them in person, being in the presence of 
these guys who were, until now, in the realm of pure fantasy. 

She had to admit, like most of the public, which was going wild over 
these guys, she experienced something primal when she saw their 
exaggerated forms and their amazingly heightened masculinity.  She felt 
herself becoming turned on. She was into bodybuilding because she liked 
being muscular, and would even like to get herself pretty big and bulked 
up.  But to be like one of these guys, she told herself, would be weird.  
You couldn't wear normal clothes.  Anything you could wear would totally 
show how huge you were, always a kind of monster on display.  You 
wouldn't even be able to be subtle about it.  She couldn't imagine 
walking around town or in the mall like they all would have to.  Even an 
extra-extra-large T-shirt would fit like it was painted on, the sleeves 
would barely reach over your shoulders, and it would be so stretched 
that it would barely come down to your waist, exposing most of your 
stomach.  No, it would be weird.  But she had to admit, she got a little 
wet as she thought about it. 


Eventually the day for the interview arrived.  After driving nervously 
to the address that she had been given, she soon found herself in a room 
surrounded by huge men.  Their size and everything about them seemed 
bigger, more intensely erotic and masculine.  She knew she must have 
seemed in awe when she met the two of them who were, she was told, the 
inventors of the process, and was introduced to the other four.  She 
felt an unexpected excitement, a physical arousal.  Her heart beat fast 
as she tried to remain cool, but she could also feel that she was going 
to have to deal with her rock hard nipples, and hoped she could hide 
them. 

These scientists had obviously used their invention on themselves.  They 
had long white lab coats on, but the coats didn't do much to hide their 
wide shoulders and backs.  They were nearly as large as the four 'New 
Supermen'.  Their strong, chiseled jaws looked like something out of a 
Marlboro commercial.  And their thick, strong hands showed off a hidden 
power as she shook them.  They introduced themselves as Paul and Steve. 

"You may be wondering about us ... miss?" said Paul, easily the tallest 
of any of the men present.  He was at least 6' 5" tall with jet black 
hair and the most masculine voice Becky had ever heard. 

"Olson ... Becky Olson," answered Becky, almost hypnotized by his 
soothing bass voice.  She quickly wondered what it would be like to 
listen to his voice for the rest of her life, then she snapped herself 
out of her little dream.  Watch out, Becks, she told herself.  Got to 
remain professional here, don't get carried away. 

"Well, Miss Olson..." started Steve. 

"Please, call me Becky" said Becky as she turned towards the other man.  
He was over six feet tall as well, but he had a surfer's tan and blond 
hair to match, as well as the most incredibly blue eyes she had ever 
seen.  I may not come out of here alive, she thought to herself. 

"Becky ... Paul and I have been working on this project since we met in 
college." Steve continued.  "You see, we were never very social guys and 
we spent a lot of time in the lab." 

"I would have thought the girls wouldn't have been able to leave you two 
alone." said a surprised Becky. 

"We never had that problem." responded Paul.  "You see, I was always 
tall and skinny, bad complexion, squeaky voice, gangly and 
uncoordinated." 

"And I weighed in at about a solid 400 pounds," added Steve, "none of it 
muscle.  So, as they say, necessity was the mother of our invention." 

"Speaking of our invention," Paul said, "are you ready for the grand 
tour?" 

"Yeah ..." answered Becky, still reeling from the incredible incongruity 
of her mental picture of these two hunks and their 'before' 
descriptions, "... sure ... lead on!" 

They took her into another room and showed her the machine.  It looked 
like something from a Star Trek episode.  There was a big leather chair 
with machinery on both sides, clear plastic tubing, and a large screen 
in front of the chair, sitting on more electronic gear.  The chair 
itself was like a recliner that had been pushed all the way back and 
then stood up.  You didn't sit in it, you sat (or leaned) against it, 
supported by it, but nearly standing.  There appeared to be a couple of 
EEG wires at the head. 

"I'm sure it must look strange, and even too simple for what it is 
capable of doing," said Steve, "but we feel it can do even more amazing 
things than what you've seen so far." 

"It sure does look simple." Becky agreed, and wondered if she was being 
taken for a ride. "Do you mind if I ask how it works?" 

"Like I said, "said Paul, "we're ready to give you the 'grand tour.'  
We're glad for the opportunity to explain it to the public, but we feel 
that you would only be able to really explain it if you experience it 
yourself." 

Becky practically heard ringing in her ears, she was so taken aback, and 
their voices seemed, for a moment, like they retreated way into the 
background.  Experience it! Experience it! No, she was not ready for 
that.  She would love to have a few intimate hours with any of these 
guys, but experience it? 

"I ... I ... I don't know!" stammered a totally flustered Becky.  "I'll 
have to think about ..." her voice trailed off as she thought about the 
possibilities.  "I mean, it's all so sudden ..." 

"Well, if you want the story," said Steve, "you'll want to do it right." 

"Well, yeah ... I suppose you're right," Becky said, "but do you mean to 
do the same thing for me that you did for them? And if I did, is it 
reversible?" 

"We can discuss the possibility of reversing it," said Paul, "if you 
don't like anything at all about the way you look and feel when we're 
done."  

Her heart was racing.  If they could undo it, she knew it would be an 
unbelievable thing to experience, to see what it felt like.  She 
realized that everything about those guys she loved and would love to 
have herself--the muscles, the incredible body, the sexual power that 
they practically overflowed with.  But they just had so much more of it 
than was normal.  She wanted to be hot, but she always wanted to be 
normal. But would she ever get another chance like this to have the kind 
of body that she had always dreamed of and worked so hard for? 

"I'll still be feminine, won't I?" Becky asked. 

"Incredibly feminine." Steve reassured her. 

She decided to go for it. "Well .. okay .. I'm game.  Let's do it." 
Becky said, trying to sound confident, but she was anything but 
confident. "What do you want me to do." 

"First, you'll need to take off all of your clothes." said Paul matter-
of-factly. 

"Excuse me?" said Becky 

"Well, they won't be much use to you in a little while, my dear." 
explained Steve. "Besides we need to be able to watch to make sure that 
everything is alright.  Besides," he added, "we never get tired of 
watching a person go through the process, it's totally incredible!" 

Becky hesitated, for a minute, but they insisted that it was for her 
safety.  So she stripped.  She felt more naked than she ever had in her 
life.  And she felt kind of puny.  There were mirrors all around the 
machine, so when she stepped up to the chair, she could see herself from 
head to toe from several angles.  She was in pretty good shape for a 30 
year old woman with defined shoulders and sculpted arms.  But nothing 
like she wanted to look like, and now she was ready to reach for her 
dream.  

This whole experience was like a dream, and she felt like she was dream 
walking.  She leaned back against the chair and they put up a couple 
armrests for her forearms.  "This computer will read your impulses and 
responses to the stimuli that will appear on the screen." they 
explained, as they stuck the electrodes on her temples and taped a 
couple of sensors on her fingertips.  Then they explained that they 
would have to attach the tubing she had seen intravenously. 

"During the first part of the process, we will flash on this monitor a 
series of images that are specifically designed to read your deepest 
seated fantasies about sexuality and the body." explained Paul as he 
finished hooking up the tubes to her forearms.  "The tubing will be 
acting as a detour, running your blood through the processor.  It reads 
your genetic coding down to the smallest detail as your blood goes 
through.  As you respond to the images, the computer will read your 
responses and use them to create a picture, a blueprint, of what your 
fantasy would look like.  At this point, the computer will instruct the 
processor to begin altering your own genetic blueprint through your 
blood.  When we have completed running all the images for you, the 
computer will then put up on the screen a composite picture of your 
fantasy of yourself." 

"Then it will be our turn to use your projection and work some of our 
own fantasies on it." continued Steve, grinning slightly.  "This 
keyboard can manipulate your image on the screen, and we use it to add 
our fantasies with your fantasy to create our newest 'New Superman', or 
in your case, our first ever 'New Superwoman'.  As we manipulate the 
image, the computer instantly alters your genetic map to match the 
picture.  Even as you see it on the screen, your blood is carrying the 
signals to your DNA.  You'll see that this alteration is so effective it 
can make your body do anything, including producing more muscle fiber, 
or changing your bone structure.  It can even change the color of your 
hair.  And it also effects your psyche as strongly as it effects your 
body, but that's why you have to experience it to write about it.  It's 
about how it feels to undergo the change.  How it makes you feel as much 
as how it makes you look.  That's why it makes a guy so 'hot' and why he 
turns everyone on so much, as I 'm sure you experienced when you came 
here." 

Becky winced as the saline solution hit her veins.  She was getting 
excited.  "How long does it take?" she asked. 

"The first part should take about ten minutes," Paul said as he adjusted 
some numbers on a computer readout, "then we'll look at the image you've 
created.  It will only take a couple more minutes to put our finishing 
touches on.  Then the computer signals the processor to start the 
morphing process, to signal your cells to follow their new direction."  
He went to another part of the lab where they could watch the process 
through a large glass window and monitor everything from their 
computers. 

"This is the really fun part," Steve said.  "You'll feel a powerful rush 
as your whole body reacts at once to this new blueprint.  You'll 
probably feel like you're plugged in to a lightening bolt.  It burns 
some when your muscles start to grow more fiber and swell up inside your 
skin.  It feels kind of itchy and tingly when body hair starts sprouting 
and growing, and it feels like pure erotic pleasure as your genitals 
respond and grow.  We guess that you'll feel similar sensations as the 
process works on your sex organs, but we'll just have to wait and see. 
The whole morphing process itself takes about half an hour, give or take 
a few minutes, each guy, or gal in your case, is a little different."  
When he was finished making sure that Becky was secured, Steve went into 
the other room to join Paul. 

"So.  Are you ready?"  asked Paul from the control room through an 
intercom 

Becky gulped.  "Wait a minute!" she said, in a last moment of doubt.  
Then she looked at herself in the mirrors, looked at the four New 
Supermen gathered around, staring in curiosity about what she would come 
out looking like, and thought, wait for what?  Why shouldn't she do it? 
It was for her career, after all, and it would be a major story.  Not to 
mention, if it worked she would be a major babe! 

"Okay ... go ahead." 


Images started flashing on the screen in front of her, each one only 
staying for about five seconds.  They started with pictures of men with 
various figures from slender to muscular.  The computer seemed to hone 
in on what Becky was attracted to and then kept following that style 
showing her more pictures of that kind of men and their body parts.  
They showed all different kinds of  muscles, of bodies, guys posing, 
drawings of huge muscle men lifting impossibly heavy weights, bending 
steel in their bare hands, hugely muscular men having dominant sex with 
women, then more muscles, close-ups of giant pecs, massive arms, 
pictures of the New Supermen with completely unbelievable hard-ons.  
Unbelievable, but there they were! 

Becky could feel herself allowing herself more and more to relax even as 
she become more and more turned on, unbelievably turned on!  She could 
feel her clit and nipples growing in response to the images, and 
especially when they showed the guys with the biggest bodies.  She 
looked at the shots of huge defined chests, rock hard abs, thick 
vascular arms and legs, and those gigantic cocks!  These images of size 
and power were definitely turning her on, and it would definitely be hot 
to see how it felt.  Yeah, she thought, yeah, okay, this is a good thing 
to do for my job. 

The images began to speed up.  She became less and less aware of her 
reactions to some of the drawings as they kept getting more outrageous, 
just letting her subconscious take it all in.  Bigger muscles, bigger 
cocks, bigger balls.  At first she had thought how impossible, almost 
ridiculous they looked, but they began to look hotter and hotter to her, 
too.  Then, suddenly, the pictures stopped. 

Just as suddenly, new images began to fill the screen.  Images of women 
bodybuilders, huge women with rock hard muscles.  Then close up shots of 
female muscles, breasts, lips, eyes.  Then bigger muscles, high peaked 
biceps, thick backs, steel abs, deeply defined quads.  Then morphing 
films of girls growing bigger and bigger, biceps practically bursting 
out of once skinny arms, breasts inflating like balloons, butts filling 
out into perfect round globes.  Then drawings of impossibly huge women 
lifting trucks with one hand, crushing thick pipes with their bare 
hands, dominating the New Supermen in wrestling.  Becky was getting so 
turned on now, she was practically cumming.  Every inch of her being 
desired to have that kind of body, that kind of strength, that kind of 
raw power. 

"If I'm not mistaken," one of them said, "your fantasy of yourself is 
going to amaze you.  You were really getting into this.  But then 
everyone does.  Of course we had to add those last images for you 
especially, but then I think you'll like what we came up with." 

A picture of her appeared on the screen that made her laugh nervously.  
She felt embarrassed to see, in front of these guys, her most erotic 
fantasy of herself right up there.  Unbelievable.  She couldn't imagine 
that it had come out of her. 

The image on the screen had her face, although somewhat prettier with a 
more chiseled jaw.  Great hair, thicker, golden blonde, lustrous, not 
like her old mousy brown.  But the rest. She was looking at the body of 
a female bodybuilder that would definitely take every title in the 
world.  It was a gorgeous body with a deep, California tan, large, 
generous pecs mounded on her chest, arms at least as big as Laura 
Binnetti's, legs like Sue Price's.  The image rotated, and she saw a 
big, hard, perfectly shaped butt, huge, wide shoulders, a back so wide 
it looked like bat wings. 

"Okay, Becky, there's one thing left.  This is the fun part for us that 
I was telling you about." said Steve.  "Due to the reason you are doing 
this, we've decided to take you to a level of development a noticeable 
step ahead of anyone else we've morphed." 

They started whispering to each other and punching codes into the 
keyboard.  Little by little the image changed.  Becky watched the 
muscles on the image of her on the screen start to swell and grow.  They 
stayed in proportion to her original image, but they became more and 
more massive, her chest thickening, widening, her back spreading like 
the hood of a cobra, her shoulders like boulders, her arms growing to 
the size of footballs, lifting higher away from her sides, her legs 
thickening so much that the image had to keep showing a wider stance to 
accommodate her legs. 

And her breasts!  They began to swell larger and larger.  Even in the 
image you could make out thick blue veins running like a road map across 
her ever increasing bosom.  Her nipples were now over half an inch wide 
and still they made them grow.  Her dark aureole spread out to saucer 
size.  These guys are certainly having fun with these beauties, she 
thought to herself.  When they were done, she had double-F size hooters 
that stood out at least 8 inches from her already massive chest.  
Luckily for Becky, they had also designed these tits so they would never 
sag, with enough muscle behind them to keep them perky for the rest of 
her life. 

Becky gave a little nervous laugh, "You aren't really going to leave me 
like that, are you? I'll never find a bikini big enough for these 
suckers." 

"Sorry, Becky," they said, "once you see it on the screen, it's a done 
deal, already in the computer and on the way to your blood and her 
cells.  What do you think?  You think that'll do it?" 

"Jesus, you've got to be kidding!" she said, and she felt like she would 
explode from the combination of fear and excitement. 

Then one of the other guys who had joined them in the control room said, 
"Hell, if you're going to give her boobs that big, don't you think she 
could use just a little more mass to balance it out?" 

"Oh, come on you guys.  You've got to be kidding!" Becky protested.  But 
the keys were punched and the image grew again.  Her hair grew also, 
reaching the middle of her huge back.  The muscularity of the image was 
definitely in the New Superman category, and maybe even a little beyond 
that.  What could that feel like?  She'd have to go back, she'd never be 
able to stay this size, would she?  She be a freak, a monster.  But it 
would be way beyond incredible. She tried to imagine that in half an 
hour, she could look like that, be inside the skin of that body. 

"Ready?" The same voice said. 

"Yeah, let's do it,"  Becky said firmly, "before you get too carried 
away and make me any bigger than you already have!" 

"One more set of codes," Paul said to her, "now you just have to enjoy 
the ride." 

Becky felt what they had said, a rush, a lightening bolt, the world 
exploding in her mind.  She could almost scream.  It was intense beyond 
belief, and she could soon feel it in every cell, deep inside, in her 
skin, her muscles, her breasts.  And it did feel unbelievably erotic, an 
extremely sexual feeling.  And it did feel good.  So Good.  Like a 
euphoria much stronger than any drug.  Like mega-doses of crystal and 
ecstasy together.  She wanted to touch herself, but the equipment she 
was attached to kept her from doing it.  But she could see herself in 
the mirror.  It was so intense that she felt like it was happening to 
someone else, or like an out of body experience. 

But she was very much in her body.  Every muscle was on fire from a deep 
internal pressure.  She could literally feel them growing, filling her 
skin with their extra fibers, gaining weight and mass.  She could begin 
to feel the weight she was gaining, how heavy she was beginning to feel, 
and it made her feel more alive with a new and growing sense of her own 
femininity.  Bigger did feel more feminine.  She liked feeling the 
weight. 

She could feel the itching and tingling as breasts sprouted where she 
had had little or none.  They grew, got rounder, heavier.  God, it was 
really happening.  Her crotch was on fire as her pubic hair was turning 
into spun gold.  Unbeknownst to Becky, the men had also changed her 
vagina, increasing the musculature and the sensitivity of her private 
parts.  They had also crafted her vagina to be able to expand to 
unbelievable sizes in order to handle the enhanced cocks of the New 
Supermen.  However, even they had underestimated just how strong her 
love muscles would become.  They were now quite capable of crushing a 
steel pipe when she was fully aroused.  But they were to discover this 
fact later on, much to the dismay of one of the New Supermen. 

Her abs were becoming huge, hard ridges of muscle, and her chest was 
growing bigger and bigger.  She found that she loved the way her pecs 
felt as they got thicker and heavier, bigger in shape and size.  They 
bigger they became, the more her boobs stood out.  She loved that, too.  
The more weight she felt herself gaining, the more she loved the feeling 
of her mass.  Her butt was growing, too, and she could feel its hard, 
round mass lifting her hips right up off the seat. 

Yeah, feels good, real good, she thought to herself.  She reached the 
point where she could see in the mirror that she was as big as the major 
pro male bodybuilders.  She was so big.  As big as she'd ever imagined 
being.  Her tits were absolutely enormous now, heavy and round, and that 
felt like pure sexual delight.  She was falling in love with the sight 
and idea and feeling of growing really gigantic breasts and nipples.  
She was falling in love with the feel of the gigantic muscles that were 
bulging, hard and thick, all over her.  The bigger they got, the more 
hot and sexual, the more intensely feminine and purely erotic she felt.  
Now she understood why she had to do it.  At this point, any fear, any 
hesitation she had felt was gone. 

She looked at her image and at the image on the screen.  She was going 
to get that big.  Now the idea possessed her, obsessed her.  Nothing 
could be hotter.  Nothing could feel sexier.  She was becoming more and 
more erotic.  She watched her muscles continued to grow, and she loved 
having them so big and getting bigger.  Couldn't wait to feel them fully 
grown, like the picture.  She loved the muscle as it got so thick and 
hugely massive that it felt like pure, raw sex to have such huge 
muscles.  She felt them grow more and more. She saw that she was as big 
as the other New Supermen, and felt complete elation that she was going 
to get bigger still.  Yeah.  The biggest one yet.  And the hottest.  
Sexier.  Stronger.  Thicker and thicker she became until she saw that 
she had in fact become like the amazing muscular amazon on the screen. 

She knew when she had reached that point, and she could feel the process 
slow and stop.  As the rush of morphing sensations subsided, she came 
more and more back to feeling like she was in present reality.  Only the 
dream didn't go away.  She was a freak, a monster, and she could see, 
and god knows she could feel in every cell, she was the most intensely 
sexual, erotic specimen of a human woman that had ever walked the earth.  
She knew that.  She could feel that she totally projected that, just 
standing there.  God, she loved feeling like this. 

The four New Supermen came out and unhooked her.  As soon as she was 
free of the machine, she had to flex for the mirror, feel her muscles 
move, bulge.  Her biceps, which she had been rightfully proud of when 
they measured fourteen inches of hard fought muscle, rose and rose in 
response to her flexing.  Finally, unbelievably, they peaked into the 
most glorious specimen of musculature.  Twenty-three inches of thick, 
vascular, steel hard biceps sat high above her bowling ball shoulders. 

Then the four guys were all over her, touching her, worshipping her sexy 
muscles.  She picked up one of the guys, Brad, who weighed about 300 
pounds and threw him into the air like a rag doll.  She caught him with 
one hand, but wouldn't set him down.  She was so incredibly strong, and 
she loved it. 

Still holding Brad in her left hand, she challenged another guy with 
huge arms, Jim, to arm wrestle her.  They sat down at a nearby table and 
she gabbed his hand.  Someone shouted go and Jim put his all into it.  
Becky just smiled and began to slowly do curls with Brad in her left 
hand as if she were holding a 5 pound weight.  Meanwhile the other dude 
was really working up a sweat, but wasn't making any headway against her 
right arm.  He hadn't moved it an inch. 

"Somebody else want to help him out?" Becky cooed to the two other New 
Supermen who were standing around slack jawed and buggy-eyed. 

A guy named Mike grabbed the hands and started pulling with all his 
might.  The other guy, a huge black man named Clint, began pushing from 
the other side.  The three men's bodies exploded into huge, cut muscles 
as they struggled to move the New Superwoman's arm. 

"Hmmm...three of you, eh?" purred Becky, "Seems fair enough now"  She 
looked into Jim's eyes, smiled, and then slammed all of their hands down 
on the table, sending them all flying across the room. 

The two scientists were conferring in the control room, "Seems like we 
underestimated the difference in muscle density and relative strength of 
female muscle compared to male muscle.  Becky is easily as strong as 
twenty of our New Supermen.  We'll have to be more careful in the 
future" 

Meanwhile, Becky had set Brad down and was helping the other three up.  
Again, they were worshipping her muscles and her tits.  She flexed for 
them again and again.  They ran their strong fingers over her hard 
muscles but they couldn't even make the slightest indentation in them.  
They kissed her hard and huge nipples and licked her perfect glutes. 

All the while, Becky was getting incredibly turned on again.  She 
effortlessly tore the bikini off of Brad and just as effortlessly raised 
him up until his throbbing 18 inch cock was at her lips.  The guy was in 
total ecstasy, and began to cum before he knew it.  Becky greedily 
lapped up all of his powerful semen.  He passed out from an overload of 
sensual pleasure and Becky gently set him down. 

Then she turned to the other men, grabbed their tiny bikinis, and ripped 
them off with a flourish exposing their super-sized members.  She lay 
down, stretched sexily and commanded, "Pleasure me." 

Immediately Jim went over and flopped his big 16 incher between her 
bulging tits.  He proceeded to titfuck her while holding on to her 
nipples like twin joy sticks.  Becky arched her back and spasmmed in 
pleasure.  "Ooooh, very goooood.." 

The New Superman began pumping harder and harder, while squeezing on her 
nipples.  Instead of feeling pain from the pressure on her huge nipples, 
Becky just got more and more turned on.  He couldn't stand it any longer 
and let go with a huge stream of jism right into her waiting mouth.  He 
came and came, a seemingly endless supply from his tennis ball sized 
balls.  When he was finally empty, he trembled all over and then rolled 
off. 

Then Clint ran his hands slowly up her massive thighs, thighs he knew 
could crush a boulder.  His hard on grew and grew and grew some more.  
Twenty full hard inches of monster cock was headed for her golden 
treasure.  At first, Becky was too tight to penetrate, but as she 
relaxed, she allowed him to slip his Super-manhood inside her inferno.  
Deeper and deeper he went.  In and out, in and out, deeper each thrust 
until Becky thought he couldn't go any further.  But further he went.  
Becky was gasping for air, clutching at his hard ass, trying to pull him 
all the way into her.  Becky's arms exploded into the largest, hardest 
pistons of muscle as she pumped him in and out of her.  

Becky grabbed the guy with the monster cock and lifted him up and then 
slammed him into her like a giant dildo.  He had no more control over 
what was happening.  Since Becky was doing all of the work, and she was 
clearly approaching another level of consciousness, Clint decided to 
enjoy the ride.  He played his fingers along her bulging biceps, up to 
her striated shoulders which were turning red hot from the exertion, 
down her strong jaw, and then around her red hot nipples.  Suddenly, he 
could feel himself about to come.  He arched his thick, super strong 
back while pressing down on her mammoth boobs.  But instead of giving in 
to his pressure, Becky's power packed pecs pushed back with every pump.  
Suddenly, Becky pulled him out and directed his flood of cum into her 
mouth.  Spurt after powerful spurt, the New Superman was totally 
drained.  Becky finished licking the very last drop from his apple-sized 
head and then set him down. 

Becky was overcome with the desire to suck these men dry.  She turned 
and smiled slyly at Mike, the remaining New Superman.  His 18 inch glory 
of manhood was at full attention, inspired by both awe and fear of this 
unbelievable woman.  She kneeled next to him and pressed him against a 
wall with just one hand.  She was so incredibly strong that he was 
totally unable to move.  Then she slowly wrapped her arm around his 
throbbing, hot foot-and-a-half. 

"I've always dreamed about muscle-fucking a man"  she said as she slowly 
began flexing her mountainous biceps, "Now I get to find out what it's 
like - and so do you." 

"But..but.." Mike started protesting.  He was stopped short by Becky 
squeezing hard on his swollen cock. 

"Remember this," grinned Becky, "I'm not even close to using my full 
strength.  I could cut you in two if I squeeze too hard.  So sit back 
and enjoy." 

Becky slid her huge biceps down the length of his thick shaft and back 
up again, ending with a squeeze on his plump head. Then she did it over 
and over again, bringing Mike closer and closer.  He could feel every 
bump from every pumped up vein on her arm all the way down and up his 
shaft as she slowly brought him to pleasure.  But just as he was about 
to come, she would squeeze him at the base of his mighty cock to slow 
down the process, knowing full well that when he finally did explode, it 
would be the biggest yet. 

Finally, the helpless man could take no more.  His whole body was 
shaking, trying to release the incredible load that was forming deep 
inside.  At the last second, Becky released her hold on him and slipped 
the top of his monstrous cock into her mouth while continuing to stroke 
him with her hands. 

He came in cupfuls and Becky still stroked him.  He came in pintfuls and 
she continued to nurse his cock.  He came until he could cum no more and 
Becky squeezed the last drop out.  She purred contentedly while she 
licked up the last of his semen.  Then he collapsed on the floor, 
totally spent. 

Something strange and unexpected was happening to Becky.  The scientists 
stared in awe as she rose again to her feet and stretched.  Was she 
still growing or was it just an incredible glow of life and power that 
she emanated?  Unknown to all of them was that Becky had always 
fantasized about being able to get stronger by swallowing a man's cum.  
In the process of redesigning her DNA in response to her fantasies, the 
computer had inadvertently included her secret desire.  As she ingested 
the powerful cum of these New Supermen, her muscles became stronger and 
stronger, growing slightly larger, and taking on an unearthly definition 
and density.  Her DNA was now aligned so that each load of super powered 
jism doubled her already prodigious strength.  Becky was originally as 
strong as twenty of the New Supermen.  Now she was at least sixteen 
times as strong as she was originally and still going.  And considering 
that each one of these men was easily as strong as ten average men, 
Becky was truly entering the ' superhuman' category. 

Paul grabbed Steve's sleeve and pulled him away from the window and over 
to a computer monitor.  "Look at this,"  he said, pointing to a strange 
readout.  "Something else was entered into our calculations without us 
knowing about it." 

"What?" Steve exclaimed, not believing his eyes.  "It seems like her 
deepest fantasies were added in.  If this means what I think it means 
... her desire for superhuman semen is fueling an unbelievable growth in 
her strength." 

"Wait, let me do the calculations..." said Paul as he hurriedly punched 
in some numbers.  "Oh my god!  By my calculations, she is doubling her 
strength every time she takes in more of our New Supermen's semen.  
Currently she is well over 3,000 times as strong as a normal man!" 

"But it also looks like the effects of her DNA change will only last for 
so long and then it will level off." reported Steve, staring at his own 
computer screen.  "If we can keep her away from any more super-powered 
semen in the next ten minutes, we may be able to contain her." 

"No problem there, Steve," Paul said with a smirk as he looked out the 
window at the drained men, "she just sucked dry every guy here except 
us, and our semen wouldn't do much to her anyway." 

"Except ..." said Steve with a worried look, "Geez, I just remembered, 
Randy is in the gym!!" 

"Shit! Where did she go?" screamed the scientist as he leapt up from his 
console and looked quickly around the room. 


Becky strode down the hallway to a room she had seen on her way in.  It 
was a gym that had been set up for the New Supermen to pump up their 
huge muscles.  Because they were so strong, all of the equipment was 
also super strong.  The smallest weight plate was 50 lbs.  The largest 
plate weighed in at 1000 lbs.  The bars were 3 inch thick, solid steel.  
The dumbbells ranged from 100 to 1200 lbs. 

She had no clue as to why she wanted the guys to come in her mouth, or 
what kind of effect it would have on her, but she knew she wanted more 
... lots more!  Becky was being drawn to this room by the scent of a 
'Man'.  A man who could give Becky what she wanted, what she desired, 
what she HAD to have. 

She walked over to the squat rack where a bar was loaded with 5,000 lbs.  
She effortlessly lifted the bar like it was a can of soup and started 
doing one arm curls.  She mindlessly continued curling as she approached 
another part of the gym.  This area was designed exclusively for Randy. 

Instead of 1000 pound plates, there were several 10,000 pound plates!  
instead of dumbbells ranging up to 1200 pounds, these dumbbells went all 
the way up to 12,000 pounds!  Everything in this part of the gym was 
super sized, including Randy. 

Randy, one of the New Supermen was working out as she came in.  He was 
the largest, strongest man she had ever seen.  He was an effort on the 
part of the scientists to see how strong a man could become.  They had 
totally pushed the envelope with Randy.  He was seven feet tall and four 
feet wide at the shoulders.  His arms were a massive 32" and each of his 
thighs were double the size of his 34" waist.  His strength had been 
increased to at least ten times that of the other men in the project.  
As Becky walked over to him, he was benching 15,000 pounds. 

Just as Becky came up to him, Randy was finishing off his set of twelve 
reps.  As he struggled to pump out his final rep, he caught a glimpse of 
someone approaching.  Thinking it was one of his fellow New Supermen, 
and wanting to show off one more time for them, he asked for a hand. 

"Hey! How 'bout a little help ... with this ... last one ..." Randy said 
as he slowly pushed the seven and a half ton weight up to the rack. 

"Sure ... no problem." Becky calmly answered as she easily lifted the 
bar with her free hand.  "Gee .. this feels like it weighs about five 
pounds," Becky said as she started curling the bar with just one hand, 
"I bet it would take me the better part of an hour just to get a good 
pump with this puny weight." 

Randy sat up with a start when he realized that it was a woman who had 
taken the bar.  "What the hell?  Who ...?  What ...?" sputtered Randy as 
he stared at Becky. 

"Who me?" asked Becky as she continued to curl this new weight, causing 
her huge biceps to grow in response, "I'm Becky.  And you have something 
I need. 

With that Becky dropped the smaller of the two barbells and grabbed the 
larger one with both hands.  Slowly she began applying her superhuman 
strength, and sure enough, the bar began to bend.  Further and further 
Becky bent the bar, smiling at her incredible strength.  Her pecs were 
practically ripping out of her skin as she used them to bend the 3" 
steel bar to her will, every striation could be easily seen.  Her 
already humungous boobs were lifted even higher and further out by her 
exertions. 

When Becky had the bar bent in half, she quickly stepped toward Randy 
and finished wrapping the bar completely around his waist.  Randy was in 
a state of shock as he watched this phenomenal feat of strength by this 
unbelievably sexy woman.  He offered no resistance as she wrapped the 
massive weight around him.  All he could do is stare at the woman with 
the huge tits and muscles.  All he wanted to do was touch her, explore 
her wonderful body, lick her, kiss her, drive his big cock deep into 
her.  Something about her was so irresistible.  Indeed, that something 
was what made the New Supermen so attractive to everyone.  Except that 
whatever they had, Becky had as well, and many times as potent. 


Becky easily lifted the man and the barbell until they were both several 
feet off the ground.  Then with a tremendous push, she lodged the ends 
of the barbell into the cement wall that made up the building.  Randy 
was suspended two feet up and totally supported, as well as trapped, by 
the twisted barbell.  Only now was he becoming aware of his predicament.  
He pushed against the bar with all of his considerable strength, but he 
was not even close to budging it out of the wall.  Then he tried to push 
Becky's head away as she reached to kiss his genitals, but her muscles 
were even stronger than the steel that encircled him. 

Becky moved slowly toward Randy's crotch.  She could barely feel him 
trying to stop her advance, but she wouldn't let anything get in her 
way.  She gently began to kiss and nuzzle his giant cock through the 
material of his bikini.  Slowly, especially from the combination of 
pure, raw power and the gentlest touch, his super-ness started coming to 
life. 

Just then the two scientists rounded the corner of the gym in a panic. 
"Wait Becky!!" Steve shouted, "you don't know what you're doing!" 

"Hold on, girl," said Paul, "if you ingest his semen ... well ... well, 
we're not sure what will happen." 

Becky turned toward the two men.  She couldn't believe how acute her 
senses were becoming.  They seemed to be developing right along with her 
fabulous muscles.  She could hear their hearts beating, she could see 
the sweat on their foreheads as if under a magnifying glass, she could 
smell their fear.  Fear of what I've become, she thought to herself, 
fear of what I will become.  She smiled at the scientists and turned 
slightly, provocatively showing off her huge tits, her tiny waist, her 
full round butt.  She reached one hand behind her head and flexed her 
mountainous biceps while she arched her back and reached up to fondle 
her nipple with her other hand.  Then she lowered her head slightly and 
stared into their eyes.  She parted her lips and slowly licked them. 

She was positively exuding sexiness, and it had the desired effect on 
the two poor men.  They both began breathing hard as their crotches 
became increasingly tighter and tighter.  Their hearts started beating 
faster and faster, and the sweat began pouring out all over.  
Instinctively they simultaneously reached for their throbbing dicks and 
fell to the floor totally enraptured by Becky's all consuming sexiness.  
Regaining some of their composure, they laboriously crawled out of the 
room back into the hallway.  They would give her no more trouble. 

Becky turned back to the job at hand, or at mouth as the case may be.  
But Randy was way ahead of her.  His super enhanced manhood was slowly 
ripping the seams out of his totally inadequate bikini, straining to be 
free, straining to pleasure this muscle-goddess.  When she turned back 
toward him and smiled at him, that was all it took.  Twenty inches of 
hard, hot cock rose majestically in front of Becky waiting mouth. 

Becky licked her lips and grasped the rising monolith gently with her 
hands.  She quickly stroked Randy into a frenzy.  When it looked like he 
could take no more, she slowed down and placed his member into the deep 
cleavage between her mountainous breasts.  Holding on to her nipples, 
she again stroked him to the edge of orgasm.  Then she squeezed the fist 
sized head between her powerful pecs while she displayed for Randy the 
most awesome double biceps pose he had ever seen.  That's all it took. 

Randy reached down to feel the power in her gigantic biceps, but even 
with his super strength, he wasn't able to make a dent in her steel-hard 
muscle.  The eroticism of Becky's body was finally overwhelming him and 
he started to shake all over.  He could feel himself about to explode. 

"I need your seed." Becky commanded as she released his throbbing cock 
from its heavenly prison only to bury it deep into her hot, moist mouth, 
licking and nibbling it all the while.  Her hands again returned to 
stroking his immense shaft. 

Randy couldn't hold out any longer.  Gripping the bar with any strength 
he had left, Randy arched his back and began bucking his hot cock into 
Becky's waiting mouth.  At first just a spurt, then a torrent, Randy 
began cumming.  Becky was totally ready and began lapping up all of his 
super-jism as fast as he could shoot it into her. 

"More ... moooore ..." Becky groaned as she sucked and sucked Randy.  
She didn't know why, but she couldn't get enough of the stuff.  She 
stroked Randy's shaft furiously, trying to get him to keep cumming. 

Finally after an entire minute of a steady stream of cum, Randy was 
done.  He doubled over from exhaustion, momentarily depleted of his 
super strength.  Becky nursed the last few drops of Randy's precious 
treasure out of the tip of his flaccid, but still rather hefty, penis.  
She licked them like a contented cat, licking the last of her milk bowl. 

Becky took a step back from Randy and closed her eyes.  This time, she 
could feel it.  Her senses had become so superpowered that she could 
actually feel her body processing the cum she had just swallowed, 
breaking it down, and somehow, miraculously, turning it into muscle and 
strength and power.  She could feel her strength levels rising, and with 
it her senses became even more powerful.  She could see her skin 
structure taking on the hardness of steel and she knew that she was 
becoming well nigh invulnerable, impervious to almost any weapon known 
to man.  She could feel her bones and ligaments and tendons increasing 
in density and strength in order to put up with the strains of her 
superhuman muscles.  And she could practically see her muscles swelling 
to unbelievable size.  Becky stared in disbelief as she flexed her arms 
until they were bigger than her waist! 

Suddenly, Becky could hear the labored breathing of Randy as he was 
about to pass out.  She opened her eyes and saw that he had slipped down 
after he had cum and was now stuck in the bent bar.  He was having 
trouble breathing and was about to pass out, not having enough strength 
to lift himself up. 

Becky grabbed the bar and ripped it apart like it was made of soft clay, 
hardly even straining to do so.  She caught Randy as he fell from his 
makeshift corral.  She cradled him like a little baby, amazed at how 
light he was. 

"Sorry, guy." apologized Becky, her voice incredibly low and sultry, as 
she gently lay him on the weight bench. "Don't know what came over me.  
You'll be okay now.  Oh, and by the way ..." she lifted his head up in 
her strong hand and kissed him long and hard, "... thanks!" 

Becky stood up and wondered what other new discoveries she was going to 
make about her new awesome bod.  Then she remembered the two scientists 
down the hall.  She decided to run back and thank them for her wonderful 
powers.  No sooner had she started moving than she was standing back in 
the lab.  She had covered the distance of a hundred yards in less than a 
second.  Yet every movement was clearly distinct, as if she had watched 
the whole thing in slow motion.  But she had just been a blur to the 
eyes of the two men as she zipped into the room. 

"Oh god!" exclaimed Steve with a shout of surprise. "Where did you come 
from?" 

"I was just in the weight room." Becky said.  "Sorry about the way I was 
acting back there.  I don't know what came over me, the first thing I 
remember was getting turned on by those New Supermen.  Then I felt like 
sucking one of the guys cock.  But it was like, once I tasted his cum, I 
couldn't get enough.  I wanted more and more, and I didn't want anyone 
getting in my way.  I guess that's why I acted like I did to you guys.  
Are you two okay?" 

"Yes, we're fine, Becky," Paul reassured her, "it turns out you couldn't 
stop yourself because of a subconscious command that you programmed your 
DNA with.  You must have fantasized about increasing your strength by 
ingested semen." 

"Wow, that's why I kept getting stronger and stronger."  said Becky. 

"Exactly," said Steve, "every time you sucked down another load, your 
strength doubled! And you were already stronger than we had made any 
else before.  We miscalculated on the differential between male and 
female muscle.  We estimate that you now have the strength of 6,400 
normal men." 

"So ... how come I'm not attacking you guys," wondered Becky, "how come 
I'm not still gripped by cum-lust?" 

"We're not sure why," explained Paul, "but it seems like it was only in 
effect for just a little while.  Anyway, you're now easily into the 
superhuman category as far as your strength goes." 

"Not just my strength has changed," reported Super Becky, "all of my 
senses seem to have increased just as much.  I can hear conversations 
going on in the building next door and I can see the blood cells running 
through the veins in your eye.  I can smell the difference between your 
shirt and your lab coat and I can feel the slightest movement of air on 
my skin.  It's all just a matter of focusing in on what I want or not 
focusing on anything in particular." 

"And obviously your speed has increased," added Steve, "as well, I 
suppose, as your agility." 

"Yeah ... running down the hall, I was dodging things like doors and 
chairs." Becky remembered.  "But it all happened so easily.  Actually, I 
was dodging those things more out of reflex than anything else.  During 
my last change, I could actually see my skin becoming ... thicker ... 
stronger. I suspect I'm just about invulnerable to anything less than a 
nuclear bomb.  I probably could have just as easily run through these 
walls as run around them."  Then to emphasize her last point, Becky 
walked over to a concrete wall and punched a hole through the thick 
wall. 

"Geez ..." marveled Becky as she looked at her fist, "it didn't hurt at 
all, it didn't even leave any scratches.  And it was so easy!" 

"So," said Paul as smiled at their New Superwoman, "you were wondering 
about returning you to the way you were.  You did want to go back, 
didn't you say?" 

Becky looked at her magnificence in the mirrors, felt her beautiful, 
bulging mass, looked at her gorgeous, sexy breasts, felt the outrageous 
strength in her limbs.  Go back?  Did she have to?  Could they even if 
she wanted to?  

"No.  Thanks." Becky said evenly, then she broke into a huge smile that 
seemed to light up the room, "Even if you could get a needle through 
this steel hard skin of mine, I would never want to go back to how I 
was.  I'll certainly be able to write a great story now.  And maybe I'll 
throw in some before and after photos."  Then just for emphasis she hit 
a side chest pose that would blow away any competition, female or male.  
Becky could see that Paul and Steve's crotches were getting 
uncomfortably tight again.  Mmmmm, Becky thought to herself as she used 
her newly developed super vision, I'll have to see what I can do for 
these guys to help them relieve all that pressure down there. 

The End.