The Leap
By Ratlaf
Part 2.



About six months after women had discovered the ablilty to build massive amounts of muscle, another effect of the virus manifest itself.  Again it was the bodybuilding community that noticed first and this time it was the Arnold Classic contest where it first became evident.

The expo began before the competitions and the expo was packed with massive muscular women, most of whom seemed quite tall.  It was commented on the internet by those who were present that women who they thought were quite short, like Cindy Phillips and Aleesha Young, both of which were sporting 26 inch arms, seemed to be standing at a normal height.  Women who they expected to be tall like Heather Pedigo and Shawna Walker, were in fact towering over everyone.  It was as if they’d grown taller.

Once their bodies had reached critical mass, basically when movement began to get impaired, their bodies responded by growing about six to eight inches taller!  When the contest started, everyone was in awe of the mass that these women were displaying!  They were gigantic!  But it was not immediately apparent exactly how big these women were able to coax their bodies to grow, until Arnold came on stage to award the prizes.

He was tiny in comparison!  The top of his head only reached the collarbones of the shortest of the prize winners.  The tallest woman was almost another head taller than that lady and Arnold was eye level with the bottom of her chest.  The winner had to be pushing eight and a half feet tall!

The fact that the Governor of California was being dwarfed by the winners of his own contest was definitely headline news and of course everyone knew about it almost right away.

*

It was about this time that Susan hit her critical mass.  Her arms maxed out at 23 inches, and the day the stove broke, she showed us exactly how strong she was.  She just lifted it right up out of its place, carried it outside, and once outside, propped it up on one hand, and carried it like that, over her head, to the waiting truck while all of us guys stared slackjawed with amazement.  I was the only one also turned on...

We noticed something was up when she began to drink about a gallon of milk a day.  When i asked her about it she asked me if I’d noticed anything different about her.

“Well, you’re wearing heels a lot more than usual but otherwise, nah, you’re just stupendously muscled.“

“I’m not wearing heels.  Check it out!“

I looked down and sure enough, she was wearing her usual flip flops.  I looked up again and realized that she was now nearly my height.  She’s usually about four inches shorter than me!

“Wha... How... Uh...“ I nearly collapsed!  

“I thought you’d get a kick out of this!  Oh, I just love what this virus has done to me!  I can’t wait to see how tall and muscular I can grow!  Heather Armbrust has maxed out at 7’10“ tall and I was about as tall as her before...  Mmmm, what i wouldn’t give for a man to let me take him, knowing he’d be totally powerless to stop me!   Hmmm, you’re a man who would let me take him, but you’ve got your girl.  Such a shame...“

“But you’re, how...?“  I couldn’t form coherent sentences.

“It seems like we grow when our muscles start to crowd each other.  It takes about two weeks.  I’m already taller than Andy and pretty soon I’ll be dwarfing you too!  Are you really sure you want Laura to stay the way she is?“ she asked flexing her lats and standing on her toes so that she suddenly was taller than me, and seemed to fill all my available range of vision with her sexy feminine muscle.  

Susan kept on growing the rest of that week until she was about three inches taller than me and about the same height as Patrick.  At this point she had about 150 pounds more muscle than we did, and with her new height, had plenty of room now to add even more!  I couldn’t wait!

*

“You are in big trouble mister!!“ Andrea wrote on my FaceBook page a few days later.  I saw that and sent her a text message: “What happened?“  She simply replied by saying she’d drop by after work.

I was more curious than worried, although I was worried plenty, a pissed off woman was nothing to balk at, especially one as strong as Andrea.  Even though she doesn’t know her current strength or her full potential, she was a woman and she didn’t seem happy.

When she arrived she was wearing her long black jacket over her work clothes.  I could tell she was also wearing a sweater, even though it was almost 70 outside.  She walked right into the living room without saying a word, then turned abruptly and walked back to me until she was inches away and looking up at me.

“I can’t believe I listened to you!“

“Listened to me about what?“

“I went and lifted some weights,“ a shudder wrecked my body “no matter what i tried to lift, it all felt light, and now I’m all bloated!  Hardly any of my clothes fit and I’m hungry all the time!  Why did you bring any of this up?!  I liked who I was! Now I’m some giant, muscled freak!“ and with that she broke down into tears.

I wrapped my arms around her and she let herself be hugged for a bit.  She really was quite a bit bigger than she was a few days ago.  Rock solid too.  Before long she totally freaked out and threw me off.  I went flying across the room and hit the wall, just missing the soft couch.  I looked up at her from the ground and it seemed like her whole body trembled and suddenly her jacket looked smaller on her.

She looked at what she’d inadvertently done, went pale as a sheet, and fled.  I was after her in a flash but when I caught her and tried to stop her, I had no chance.  She was now so strong that she barely felt my efforts.  

“Stop it! Stop it!“ she shrieked at me finally, grabbing a handful of my shirt and with one hand hurled me back towards the house.  I landed on the grass.  This time the tremor of her body was obvious even to herself and now it looked like her jacket had inflated like a baloon thanks to her bulging muscles underneath.  In two quick displays of strength, and one workout she was now almost as big as Susan had been when we tried to tackle her.

Staring in horror at her arm straining the sleeve inside her jacket, she broke down again.  This time she let me lead her back into the house and to the couch where I held her in my arms, trying to comfort her.  Soon enough though, feeling her incredibly muscled body in my arms, began to turn me on.  She shifted her position a bit and suddenly felt it.

She looked in my eyes and asked if i enjoyed her pain.  “No, not at all!  This,“ i said pressing myself into her a bit so she could feel me, “is because I find you totally sexy with muscles like these.“

“You really mean that,“ she asked moving more fully into my lap.  Then i was kissing her, peeling her jacket off her massive, heaving physique, she was kissing me back, and grinding herself against me, creating the most delicious friction.  The next thing i realzied she was carying me through the house with one arm to my room, and as a result, her body gleefully added another layer of muscle, shredding her clothes so that she was now, suddenly in just her underwear.  We were both beyond comprehension.  I was being ravished by a woman many times stronger than me, and she had given in to the conflict raging within her.  For now.

Hours later we were naked and she was laying in my arms, I was on my back and she was nestled into my shoulder.  I could feel the immense weight of her pressing down on me, and I could feel her unhapiness.

“What are my chances?“ she asked.

“Chances?“

“Of finding someone else like you.  Someone who’ll accept an ugly, hideous, freak like me.“

“You’re not...“

“Don’t say it again, I know what I am!  To me at least.“

“Better than you think. What about...? What about me?“

“Laura?,“ she asked.

“Yeah...“ I replied.

Her only answer was to snuggle closer to me, to enjoy the warmth and acceptance a bit longer so that she could treasure it and remember it in the future.  Feeling her rock hard musculature wrigle on top of me, and in my arms like that, naturally made me hard for her again, so naturally we took advangate of each other, again, and again.

*

We talked the next day and she actually seemed in better spirits.  She hadn’t totally hidden her new size with bulky clothing, but she wasn’t flaunting it either.  I totally trembled at the sight of her new size because at some point between yesterday and today she’d grown again.  Her arms had to be pushing 20 inches of unflexed muscle mass.  In three day she’d reached the same size as Susan did in three weeks.  She also wasn’t showing any signs of having hit her next critical mass.  The one where she’d grow taller.

I asked her about growing even more and she said that happened after she’d eaten dinner.  “Dinner,“ she scoffed, “I ate like three times what I’d usually eat and I’m still ravenous!“

“About yesterday...“ I asked.

“I’m so sorry I broke down like that.  This is all just a bit too much to take right now.  I didn’t go to work today, just so that I wouldn’t be a total mess here and now.“

“Are you feeling any better about yourself?“

“A bit I guess.  It’s soooo weird, but on the other hand it feels so right.  It’s like my body is stretching, relaxing, happy finally; as if my body has wanted this all along.  I guess that makes it a bit easier to accept it myself.“

“That’s good to hear“

“It still doesn’t mean i’m going to encourage it!  I’m going to do my best to not lift anything heavier than my coffee cup in the morning!  Oh yeah, you can never, ever tell Laura about yesterday.  I know she’s way over wherever, but she still must not ever know!“

“Thank you for saying that.  I never intended to say anything and I’d hoped you’d feel the same.“  We paid our check and left.  She gave me a hug and I shuddered as I felt her muscularture through her clothes, her stupendous strength, and this time when we parted she was smiling instead of freaking out.

*

“So, you and Andrea, huh?“ a 6’3“ tall 315 pound Susan asked me from the top of her four inch heels.

“Yeah, just that once though!  She totally freaked out and as a result, well...“

“We’ll see... I’ve been there so I know how she felt.  You’re still sure that you don’t want Laura to have what we now have,“ she asked casually flexing a little.  When I say a little, I mean that her now 25“ arms would leap up to 28 inches around.  A big flex would be when she also threw in a bunch of other muscle groups, amplifying the effect.

It wasn’t just Susan and Andrea in my life.  There were a healthy number of women who were friends of friends who had chosen to leap and were now pushing gobs of muscle onto six foot plus frames of female beauty.  Wherever I went I was like a kid in a candy store!  It was awesome!  But...

As it turned out, Laura really wasn’t interested in a long distance relationship.  I was a wreck for a while.  Not only did this happen with basically every woman that I’ve ever conencted with, the horrific part is that I’m not surprised anymore, I’m actually getting used to it.  That thought was even more depressing than her leaving me and as a result I almost completely withdrew from the world.

It sucked.  At least I had a good group of friends who wouldn’t let me totally retreat, and for some reason Andrea was around a lot too.  Susan and her seemed to have bonded and Andrea even began to wear shorter, tighter clothing that displayed her musculature a little.

I don’t know if I noticed it, but everyone around me sure did (Andrea included) that I would perk up a bit whenever Andrea would inadvertently flex her new muscles.  Either when she’d tie up her hair in a pony tail, or give someone a hug, or even just cross her legs.  Her muscles would expand and hint at their strength and while Susan totally out-classed Andrea at the moment, I seemed to perk up a bit more when I saw Andrea.

On a Thursday night, they dragged me out to a Laser Tag place where we ran around for an hour shooting each other.  As I was wandering through the maze, suddenly this bulking figure appears through the mist.  I can tell it’s Andrea and not Susan because of her size and height.  She’s also on the other team, so i tag her before she even has a chance.  She doesn’t take notice and keeps walking towards me, as if she’s laser proof like the Terminator.  Suddely i find that she’s backed me into a dark corner, and with her arms, she pins my shoulders to the wall, and with unquestioning force, pulls me down for a kiss.

We stayed hidden like this for most of the rest of the games.  We’d spilt up and whoever got the other first was the one to get pinned while the one who got tagged acted as if they were immune.  I was totally thrilled by the feeling of being pinned by her so I put a good amount of effort into tagging her first.  She didn’t seem to mind...

Afterwards we came out of the maze maintaining our appearance of friendship, but i caught her eye a few times, and she was smiling to herself.  An odd feeling on my face made me realize that i was smiling too.  At the bar later, I caught her eye and winked.  She just about exploded with happines as she smiled and blushed.

At the end of that night she went off to her place but as she left she beamed a huge smile at me.  I winked again, surprising myself, and not a few minutes later I got a text: “Tomorrow night you’re all mine!!“  

Daaaaammmmn!  I replied with: “Dinner? My treat...“

“Sounds good, to start with...  Blue Star?“  she offered.  Blue Star was my favorite brew-pub!

“I’ll pick you up at 6!“

All that came back was a smile.  Then a text with about a dozen smiles...