By The Mole

Jackie opened the jewelry box and smiled. The pearl necklace alone must be worth over a thousand Rands. Add the various silver brooches and pins and it came to nice haul. No gold though. That was a shame.

The pretty blonde housebreaker deposited the contents of the box into a small black bag and placed the bag into a pocket inside her jacket.

Then there came the sound of a key in the front door below. Shit! Time to go, she thought, and quickly replaced the box as she'd found it.

But almost instantly there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Shit! She repeated to herself, beginning to panic. How did they get in so fast? Quickly she hid behind the door. Somehow she needed to get downstairs to either the back or front door.

The door opened and a man, probably middle-aged, came in and swung the door shut behind him. He hadn't seen Jackie, but she knew he would at any moment.

It was then that Jackie looked at the full-length mirror on the far side of the room, and straight into her own reflection!

"What the…!" the man had seen it at the same time and he spun and looked at Jackie in open-mouthed surprise.

Jackie reached for the door, but was pulled back by the older man, who began shouting for help. A scuffle ensued as the man fought to prevent Jackie from escaping. With perhaps four inches and 40lbs advantage, Jackie was having a very difficult time trying to shake him off.

A lucky elbow strike into the groin allowed Jackie a few moments respite in which she broke free and reached the door. Moments later she was down the stairs. A woman's voice was calling the police from a telephone in the front room.

But Jackie didn't stop. She rushed out the back door and into the night. Scrambling over a hedge she found a black Golf GTi parked in the darkness. Its engine fired up and its headlights blazed into life as she reached its passenger door. Ten seconds later she was buckling up her seatbelt as they were doing sixty miles an hour down the street.

"Problems?" the driver asked, smiling broadly at Jackie's discomfort.

"Guy came in and caught me, Mole," Jackie sighed. "I was lucky to get away."

"He saw your face?" the driver's grin changed to a look of concern as he risked a brief glimpse into the rear-view mirror.

"Yes, but not for long…"

"That's unfortunate," Mole sighed. "I keep telling you to wear a mask."

"I don't like masks," Jackie scowled. "They're too uncomfortable."

Within twenty minutes, Mole had dropped Jackie off at her apartment and headed off to his own place, taking the contents of the night's haul with him.

Jackie poured herself a large glass of red wine as she sat back in front of her PC to try and unwind after the evening's drama. To take her mind off her problems she dialled into the internet to do some surfing.

The guy nearly caught me, she kept thinking to herself. I wasn't strong enough to fight him off. What if it happens again? What can I do?

Then, looking through some fitness adverts, Jackie came across a particular ad that caught her eye. A Japanese company was offering a wonder drug that enhanced muscle growth using some fish extract, and it claimed quite dramatic results.

On other days Jackie would have laughed at the ad as an obvious con trick, but today her very real fears and several glasses of wine were clouding her judgement. After a little thought she reached for her visa card. For 700 Rand she ordered four 30ml bottles of the drug, enough for a 12 week programme.

A few more glasses of wine later Jackie fell asleep, her head pillowed in her arms before the still brightly-lit monitor screen.

So drunk was she that the strange purchase escaped Jackie's mind completely the next day. In fact it never re-entered her mind until the batch arrived three days later…

And unfortunately it arrived while Jackie was out taking coffee with her friend Hannah at her big house several miles away. Jackie's husband John took delivery and examined the parcel to find it addressed to J. Gale - no Mr or Mrs. Curious he opened it to examine the contents. When he found the receipt he nearly fell over. She'd spent how much on this crap! What was she thinking of! How could she throw their money away like that!

Angry at his wife's irresponsibility, John ran upstairs and began to tear through her belongings. What other crap had she been buying? They were having problems making ends meet and he had to know what other tomfoolery she'd been up to! That was when he came across the bag… It was a small black bag containing a strange array of objects… A torch, a hacksaw, a file, keys, floppy disks… all sorts of strange things.

It took a moment, but then John realized what he'd found. Oh, no! Not again! He'd seen Jackie take the bag out with her at night when she went to work, or to visit a friend, but he had been sure sure she wasn't doing that again. She'd promised…

By the time Jackie came home, John was furious. Not only was Jackie throwing away her money but… He didn't want to think about it…

"Hi hon…!" Jackie called when she came in sometime later. "I'm back!"

She walked into the living room to find John sat at the table, his hand around a near-empty bottle of whiskey. He had a wide-eyed, almost mad, look on his face…

"What have you been doing!" he cried, almost in tears.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Jackie was confused, and then she saw the bag on a chair beside him. A small cardboard box sat on top of it. "Oh…"

"Oh… Oh!" John gasped. "Is that all you can say… Oh!"

"John… I…" Jackie tried to explain…

"I don't wanna hear it…" John gasped. "Did you ever think of me? What would I do if you got caught! What am I supposed to do? Wait for you? For how long? Five years? Get out of my sight!"

"But I lost my job…" Jackie began to cry. "What was I supposed to do?"

"Not that!" John threw the small box at her. "Now get out of my sight!"

Jackie caught the box as a reflex action before running into the adjacent bathroom and bolting the door. Tears ran down her cheeks as she sat on the edge of the bathtub. Sobbing helplessly into a towel, she desperately tried to think what to do.

Jackie knew her husband loved her. He was just so frightened of losing her… and there had been the recent money troubles…

How could she convince him that she was careful? That she wouldn't get caught? But then there was that awful business from the other night…

Her eyes took in the cardboard box for the first time. Seeking some distraction from her current problems, Jackie opened up the box to examine its contents. Inside were four small glass bottles.

It took a few seconds and then Jackie remembered what they were. Memories of that wine-soaked evening came back to her… Perhaps here was an answer? Her mind still by clouded by grief and confusion, she opened the bathroom cabinet and took out a syringe that she'd kept in her medical cabinet.

Upset, and not a little angry, Jackie filled the syringe with the entire contents of one bottle and injected the substance into her left elbow. Waste of money indeed, she thought to herself. I'll show him!

"Arghhhhh!!!" Jackie called out as pain suddenly raged through her body. Pain like she'd never thought possible. Falling to her knees, she expected to black out at any moment, but the sought-for release did not come. She screamed…

"Honey!" Her husband's voice came from the door and was followed by the sound of blows as John tried in vain to force his way through the door. "Open the door! Please! Just open the door!"

But Jackie was in no condition to move, even as the excrutiating sensations… changed. It was a slow transformation… It seemed to take forever, but in reality could not have been much more than a minute. The change from pain to pleasure was so slow Jackie couldn't be sure where the one stopped and the other began.

But it most certainly did change. As much as the pain had been beyond her experience, so now was the pleasure. In the middle was something like an orgasm - an explosion of near-painful pleasure throughout her entire body.

With the subtle change came the growing awareness of increasing energy. As the explosion subsided and was replaced by a warm afterglow-like sensation, power seemed to pour into her limbs. Power beyond anything she could understand… Power beyond measure…

"Wh… what's happening to me?" Jackie heard herself cry, but it was like listening to another person. No… Surely that was someone else… That wasn't her voice, was it? "I… I'm… changing…" It had to be her voice… It was saying what she meant to say… Wasn't it? But it was so deep… so husky. Not a man's voice, but certainly far removed from the sweet tones of her own voice.

It was then that Jackie managed to open her eyes. Her eyes blinked once and then widened in surprise as she looked down at herself and the visable changes she was going through.

The first thing she saw was her hands. They were stretching, growing, thickening… Fascinated, Jackie watched as her two rings were stretched along with her fingers, the gold bands thinning until they popped off and fell onto the floor.

I'm growing, she realized with a start…

The growth was even more pronounced along her forearms, and soon her wrists had expanded wide enough to cause her gold chain bracelet to tighten around her. Lifting up her left hand she examined the bracelet intently until a flick of her wrist caused it to fall apart as each of the links was bent open or snapped.

Jackie gasped open-mouthed when she saw her upper arms and the huge, rounded balloons of muscle that now formed her biceps. She'd never seen muscles like them, not even on a man. They had to measure some 22 or 23 inches around - and she was still growing!

The top of her dress was already wrecked, and hung like a rag around her. Her bra had snapped and now hung uselessly from the front of her ripped dress. Jackie tore both away before looking down at her hugely inflated chest.

Her breasts had grown considerably and now sat on a chest rippling with powerful muscles. They'd grown so much, she couldn't actually make out her stomach, but when she ran her hands over it, Jackie was pleased to find it flat and rock-hard.

"Oh, my God!" Jackie noticed absently that her voice had deepened still more. Right now her attention was focused much more on her thighs. They were immense… Thicker than her waist had been before… Much thicker… and the muscles there looked enormously powerful!

Jackie dimly became aware of the fact that someone was still hammering at the door to the bathroom. John… Her lips formed into a smile of pleasure as she thought about his reaction to her new appearance. He'd better not shout at her now!

Just briefly, Jackie thought about how much she was going to enjoy her new body. The feeling of power was immense! No one would shout at her now… No one would push her around. No one would make her do anything she didn't want to do!

Standing up, Jackie was surprised to feel her head bump against the ceiling. In fact her head smashed several inches through the artexed wooden beams. "Dammit!" she cried, mildly surprised that she hadn't hurt herself at all. She was more concerned with the inconveniance of having a faceful of ceiling wherever she walked! "Well, that's easily fixed…"

Raising up her arms, Jackie soon tore the ceiling away, giving herself room to move more comfortably. Several boxes fell out of the ceiling above, but these were soon disposed of into a corner. "There, much better…" she grinned to herself.

"Who's that?" John's puzzled and obviously distressed voice called from outside the door and the hammering picked up again. "What have you done with my wife?"

"Oh, don't worry about her, Mr Gale," Jackie tried to keep from laughing as she realized her husband could no longer recognise her voice. This could be a fun… "You have your own problems…"

"Who is that?" John repeated from outside. "Open this door!"

Ah… Jackie thought. The door… There was no way she was going to fit through that tiny doorway. For a moment, she was non-plussed. Then the answer came to her. She'd have to make her own doorway… Nothing simpler…

"Okay, Sweetie," she grinned. "Are you ready for me?"

"I'm ready for you, you bitch!" John called out from the other side of the door.

"Okay… 'Cos here I come, ready or not…!" Jackie laughed as she stood up tightly against the door. Reaching out she lay her arms and legs against the wall either side of the door and began to push.

A moment later the entire wall caved in. Unable to resist Jackie's incredibly powerful body, it fell right on top of the waiting John, knocking him over. Its weight caused him considerable difficulty in crawling away, but eventually he escaped the rubble to look back through the open doorway.

"Oh, my God…!" John's jaw fell open and he almost dropped the brass poker he had in his hand. "Who… what…"

"Never mind any of that, tiny," Jackie stooped over and entered the room. She daren't rip out the ceiling here in case something fell upon her husband and injured him. Instead she knelt down before him. If he'd have been standing, that would have made their heights almost even.

Then Jackie reached out to grab the poker from his hand. "Better take that before you hurt yourself." She proceeded to bend the brass rod in half, in half again, and finally compressed it into a small ball in her hands and threw it away. "Hmmm… That's better…"

"Please, don't hurt me! Please…" John pleaded as he backed into the corner of the room. His eyes were wide open with fear as he gazed up at the giant blonde amazon. He imagined this must be how a gazelle would feel in the presence of a lioness. "I've… never… seen…"

"Oh, you will!" Jackie grinned wickedly. "You'll be seeing plenty more of me… You can count on that! And you'll need far more than a brass poker to keep me away! Hmmm… So what else might you use…?" Jackie reached out and lifted up their bed one-handed to reveal John's dumbell which she knew lay beneath it. Then she carefully snapped off the nearest legs off the bed like twigs before tossing it away in front of the only exit. That removed any chance of John escaping, although so far he'd been too terrified to move.

"How about this…" Jackie reached down and lifted the 150lb bar in one hand without showing the slightest strain. Then she took it in both hands and slowly began to bend it upwards, so the huge weights on each side worked against her. "Nah... Too flimsy…" She opened her hands and dropped the bar onto the floor with a crash.

"Oh, God…" John raised himself onto his knees and actually clasped his hands together as he began to beg… and he was actually beginning to cry. "Please… don't hurt me… and… my wife…"

"Oh… I wouldn't hurt your wife," Jackie laughed maliciously, enjoying the torment she was causing. That'd teach him to shout at her. "No one can hurt her now…"

"W… what have you done with her…?" Alarm crossed John's face as he feared the worst.

"Look at me John…" Jackie's voice softened a little as she put her hands around John's waist and lifted him up to his feet. "Look closely. Don't you recognise me?"

For several seconds John's face showed nothing but confusion. Then, slowly, recognition began to take hold. "Jackie! My God… Is that you?"

"Surprised?" Jackie laughed at the sudden realization on her husband's face. "What do you think of my medicine now? Still think it’s a waste of money? No one will catch me… No one can stop me from doing whatever I want!"

"Those drugs did that?" John struggled to comprehend the scope of what he was seeing. Not only was his wife now half again as tall as he was, but she had muscles that made Arnold Schwarzenegger look like a wimp!

"You needn't worry about me any more," Jackie laughed as let go of her husband and picked up the U-shaped barbell once before.

She smiled as she ripped the 50 and 25 lb steel weights off one side of the bar before letting it drop again. The smaller weight sat on the larger which was held firmly within her enormous hands. Then she began to squeeze inwards. The wider 50lb weight began to bend and compress within her powerful fingers, and soon it was no wider than the 25lb one. Then she began compressing both weights in together, folding them and molding them into one steel ball. All this time her biceps and forearms grew and striated with power.

"See…" Jackie smiled as she held up the 75lb steel ball as if it were a tennis ball. "Now, who's going to stop me?"

John could not believe his eyes. For long moments he just stared open-mouthed at his wife's hand and what she was holding without saying a word.

"Now," Jackie stood up once again. "I have a small matter to attend t…" She stopped as she smashed her head through their bedroom ceiling, forgetting about her new height again momentarily.

"Oh dammit!" She groaned and grasped hold of her husband. "I'm gonna have to do something about this." Then as she held John tightly in front of her with one hand, she used the other to tear down the ceiling around her.

Once again, various objects fell out of the attic above them, but John was protected by the shelf formed by Jackie's new breasts above his head. Anything that fell upon them bounced away harmlessly onto the floor. Soon, Jackie could walk around the bedroom once again without having to stoop over. When she was satisfied that she'd trimmed the ceiling back sufficiently, she let her husband down.

"What are y…!" John started to complain about the wrecking of their house, but one look at Jackie's frown was enough to silence him very quickly.

"Now," Jackie continued. "As I was saying… I have something to attend to… I was seen on a job the other evening. I was concerned about it, but now I think the gentleman concerned can be… persuaded to forget what I look like."

Jackie thought for a moment. Then she looked down at her tiny cowering husband. "Get Mole on the phone and get him here in twenty minutes with his van. We have a little job to do…"