James looked over towards his bedroom door, he didn't want anyone to walk in while he was finishing his latest masterpiece. He didn't need his Mom or his annoying sister barging in right now. Not when his latest morph, that of his english teacher Ms. Bennett, was almost finished. In his opinion, it was his best work to date. The image seemed absolutely real. Real, if women could actually develop muscles as large as this picture showed. Ms. Bennett's face seemed to blend seemlessly with the impossibly large body that he had merged together. In the picture, her hair was pulled back in a bun, as it always was, and her glasses hung between her eyes and the bridge of her nose. Almost all of his morphs depicted a typical nerdy girl with humongous muscles, and of course, immense breasts as well. Ms. Bennett was his favorite subject. His second, was Lydia Cross. She was easily the most brilliant girl he knew, and also, she was by far and away the smallest. They had been friends throughout high school, and he was turned on by her incredible intelligence, her wicked sense of humor, and it didn't hurt that she was adorably
cute as well. Unfortunately, she was tiny. And, although it made her a great subject to morph her into one of his fantasy girls, the reality was, he needed his girlfriend to have a little muscle. He sighed as he put the finishing touches on the image. He would upload it to one of his favorite web-sites, to share it with the rest of the femuscle fans out there, and then he would wait for the reaction.

Lydia had shrunken down once she had landed into the woods behind her house. It would be easy to sneak into her house and grab some clothes. Her brother was probably over a friend's house, and her mother was working the late shift at the hospital. Even though it was her backyard, she moved quickly towards the backdoor. It was always left open, and this time was no exception. She was self-conscious about being naked, even in her own house, especially in her "old" body. It was depressing to shrink back to her former body, but she wanted to go and surprise James, and she wouldn't be able to surprise him by showing up at his house 9 feet tall with muscles bigger than anyone had ever had. She hurried into her room and grabbed the oldest sweat-pants and tee-shirt she had. Soon they would be shredded, there was no sense in putting on anything she liked. She grabbed her old running shoes and headed out the back door with the gun tucked halfway down the back of her sweatpants.

She made it to James' house in 5 minutes. She took a deep breath before she knocked on the door. She wasn't sure how he would react. Even though she was now the most powerful person on the planet, she wanted James to like her. Little did she know, it would be a match made in heaven.

She rang the doorbell and in no time James' mom answered. Lydia always hated how she looked at her. It was an odd mix, one of pity, and one of annoyance. It was if his mom
felt bad for her lack of womanly curves, but was irritated that she would have the nerve to be interested in her son.
"Hello Lydia, what brings you here this late at night. Isn't it a little dangerous to be out here all by yourself this late?"

Lydia tried to not look annoyed as she answered, "I'm sorry Mrs. Monroe, but I really need to speak with James. I'm having some trouble with a project and he's the only person that is smart enough to help me."

This seemed to please her, as Mrs. Monroe knew that Lydia was the smartest girl in school. It was quite a compliment to James that she needed his help.

"Alright, go on up to his room. But don't be too long."

Lydia was thrilled, "Alright Mrs. Monroe. Thanks for understanding."

With her approval, she rushed up the stairs, as quick as her little legs would take her.
She paused for a second at his door, here it goes she thought. She knocked on his door and called his name, "James...open up. It's me, Lydia....I need to talk to you."

James was shocked to hear Lydia at his door. He quickly exited the web-site and spun around towards his door. He looked around his room to see if anything was out of the ordinary. Seeing nothing, he called her in.
The door slowly opened and Lydia warily walked in. The room was dark, she could only imagine what he had been doing. Her heart raced. She had been in his room before, but never under these circumstances.
"James....I'm sorry for coming over so late, but something has happened to me, and I don't know who else to show."

James felt a pit in his stomach, this didn't sound too good. He immidiately thought that something bad had happened, "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

She shook her head no, "I'm fine.. fine. Well, I'm better than fine really. I just don't know what you'll think. The truth of it is, I have always had a crush on you, and I think, that you feel the same way about me."
She looked onto his eyes for agreement, and to her surprise she found it. This gave her confidence to continue, "I know that you have a thing for bigger girls..I've seen the way you stare at Rebecca Mitchell's legs when she's walking in the hallway."

James tried to give a weak denial, but he knowingly smiled as she said it.

"It's alright. I don't blame you, she has nice curvy, muscular legs. Good genes, I guess. I could never compete with her. Until today that is."

James couldn't believe what he was hearing. He could not get over how brave Lydia was, coming over and baring her soul to him. It was the least he could do to return the favor.
"Lydia, I have to be honest with you. I have liked you for a long time. I think you are beautiful, I love your intelligence, even though most guys are intimidated by how smart you are. The only thing is this....you are right. I have a problem myself..."

She looked at him strangely, "What do you mean? What kind of problem, are you sick?"

He thought about it for a second, "No...I'm not sick. Although, some people might think I am if they found out what I like in women. Or, how should I put this, how I like women to look."

Lydia started putting it together. His interest in her, but he never acted on it. His almost trance-like state when staring at Rebecca's muscular legs and ass.
"Let me guess, you like your girls with a little muscle?"

"More than a little," he replied. "I like them big, really, really big!" It was almost cathartic to say it out loud to somebody else. Relief spread out across his body, almost as if he had confessed a crime that he had commited and could no longer keep to himself.

Lydia smiled as she knew that she was about to make both of their dreams come true.
"Come over here James," she said as she felt more in control of herself than anytime in her life. James slowly got up from his chair and walked towards her. He was a lot bigger than she was, for the time being.

"James, I want you to hug me"

"What?"

"Shut up and hug me right now!"

James proceded to wrap his arms around her. For some reason, he closed his eyes. It was almost as if he expected to disappear with her in a flash of light. Instead, he felt a wierd sensation coming from Lydia. Her body was slowly hardening under his embrace of her. He felt his arms being slowly pulled apart from her body as she began growing underneath him. Soon, her face was even with his. She leaned into his ear, breathing into it, "Enjoy this James. You deserve it, and so do I."
He couldn't believe what was happening. His dreams were coming true. He looked up at Lydia as her face grew higher than his. He noticed that her skin was turning green. Her eyes were closed, and she had a huge grin on her face. She was clearly enjoying the moment. He also felt her clothing being stretched off across their bodies. His entire body was rising in the air as now she was the one holding him. His face was being smothered as her breasts grew out and up, the curvature of her cleavage created a great space for his head to retreat to.
As her head approached the 8 foot ceiling, Lydia crouched down, holding James in her arms effortlessly. She put him down in front of her as she spread her immense legs out as he stood in the middle of them. Even with her legs straightened out on the floor, her thigh muscles were as high as his knees.She reached her arms back behind her, placing her palms on the floor, allowing her space to continue her growth.
When her growth finally stopped, she opened her eyes to see James staring eye to eye with her. However, he was standing up, while she remained seated. He looked so small compared to her, and they both loved it.
"Well....What do you think?" Lydia asked with a deeper, throaty, but still feminine voice.
James was in a state of bliss, he could not believe what had happened.

"Lydia....I am speechless. You are the object of my dreams....and many others also
I might add"

Lydia was curious about that. She thought that there wouldn't be many guys that would like how she now looked.
"What do you mean?"