Looking around the alley, Tricia spied a pile of scrap metal someone had tossed out next to a dumpster.

Walking over to it, she reached down and picked a two foot piece of one-inch re-bar. "Hmmm... wonder just how strong I've become?" she spoke over her shoulder to Arnold.

Grabbing the bar with both hands, she began to slowly bend it. As it groaned in protest, Tricia smiled as she finished bending it in half. "Boy, that was easy! Wonder if I can do it again..."

Arnold felt a stirring in his pants as he watched the pretty little supergirl easily bend the bar in half again.

"Wow! It feels like it's getting easier every time!" She looked at the now 6 inch long, 4 inch thick bar. Grasping it in just one hand, she started to squeeze. As the tendons in her arm blasted forth, she gritted her teeth and her eyes lit up as the metal slowly started to ooze out between her fingers.

"Ha! I'm so strong I can crush steel! What do you think of that?" She turned to look at the boy.

Arnold stood silent, a dazed look on his face. His member was pressing painfully against his pants, unnoticed by Tricia.

"Arnold, are you o.k.?" she asked, concern again on her face as she tossed the misshapen piece of steel back onto the scrap pile.

"Uh... uh... yeah, I guess so..." he stammered slowly, unable to take his eyes off of Tricia's incredible body.

"Well, I haven't got a clue as to what happened but I sure don't mind it. I mean, just look at this body!" She thrust out her chest as she flexed her bulging biceps. "Maybe that spinach has finally done something for me, after all..."

Arnold screwed his eyes shut tight at the mention of the "s" word again. Trying hard not to think of anything more concerning Tricia's re-action to the vegetable, he failed as his mind's eye pictured her quaffing down a can of the green stuff and her body exploding with muscle.

Tricia looked intently at the boy. "Hey, you know anything about this?" she asked as she flexed a baseball sized bicep under his nose.

Opening his eyes, he groaned as he stared at the muscle, before turning and running as fast as he could down the alley. Tricia looked after him a moment before nodding to herself.

"Uh, huh. That answers that." She then proceeded to chase after him, her powerful legs churning effortlessly.

Just before she caught up to him, she noticed herself tiring rapidly as three boys came around the corner running into Arnold.

"Well, well." spoke the largest of the three. Rick Taylor, captain of the high school weightlifting team, flanked by Jimmy 'Crusher' Wakefield and Billy Thompson, reached out and grabbed Arnold by the neck.

"Hello, runt! 'Bout time I caught up to you. I think you owe me for ratting on me about that science test."

Arnold squirmed in Rick's grasp as he tried to get loose, panic in his eyes. As Billy and Crusher each grabbed an arm, Tricia ran up to the group, panting hard.

"Hey! (huff, huff) Le..leave (huff, puff) him alone..." she gasped. Looking down at herself, she was disappointed to see that all her previous strength and energy had vanished as mysteriously as it had come. As she looked on bewildered, Crusher reached over and pushed her to the ground.

"Back off, you skinny little twerp, unless you want some of what we're gonna give Arnold here." He waved a huge meaty fist in her face.

Arnold tried to speak, but Rick's hold was cutting off his air supply to the point of him almost passing out.

Tricia stood up shakily and thought fast. She knew the bullies would probably put Arnold in the hospital if she didn't help him.

As Rick pulled back his well muscled arm, fist clenched, she stammered out, "You... you don't want him. I'm the one responsible." She figured that the brutes would never hit a girl, especially one her size.

All four of the boys looked at her. Rick slowly lowered his fist and let go of Arnold, who promptly fell back hard on his butt. Turning to face the girl he glowered over her.
"Are you saying that you're the one that's responsible for me getting detention, causing me to sit out last month's weightlifting meet?"

Tricia swallowed hard as she looked past the huge kid at Arnold, who was pleading with his eyes for her to shut up.

Defiantly, she returned her gaze back to Rick and answered slowly, carefully choosing her words.

"Yes, it was me. And furthermore, if you and your cronies don't quit hassling and bullying other people, I'm liable to lose my temper with you and knock your heads together so hard, you'll look like the Three Stooges." As a look of total incredulity came into Rick's face, Billy burst out laughing and Crusher just shook his head and growled.

Arnold closed his eyes and groaned, not believing that she would say something so foolish. And yet, deep inside, his heart warmed at the thought that she would actually stand up for him.

Rick's face quickly turned sour as he reached out and grabbed Tricia by her hair, yanking her face close to his.

"We'll see about that, won't we?" He then back handed her across the face while letting loose of her hair.

Reeling from the blow, the poor girl was knocked backwards only to stumble into a vegetable cart, sitting at the corner of the building adjoining the alley. Upsetting it, the stand started to fall over on top of her, dumping some of its produce, before righting itself up again.As the three brutes laughed it up, Arnold jumped up angrily.

"That wasn't called for! She had nothing to do with it! I was the one that turned you in... aaack!" Rick had grabbed him again by the throat.

"Think I didn't know that, punk?" he snarled. "Nobody back-talks me and gets away with it! Get ready to for a free ride in an ambulance, chump!"

As Rick pulled back his arm to pulverize him, Arnold looked past the boy to where Tricia had fallen, noticing something that gave him a bit of hope.

Tricia was on her back her face covered with green veggies directly below a sign on the cart that read FRESH ORGANIC SPINACH.

Arnold closed his eyes and started to concentrate. (I DON"T want Tricia to swallow any of that spinach...)

Billy started laughing as he looked at the expression on Arnold's face. "Ha, ha! That loser is praying for a miracle!"

Arnold kept concentrating, harder. (I DON'T want Tricia to become muscular and super strong...)

""Hey Rick! Save some of the fun for Billy and me!" Crusher cracked his huge knuckles.
(I DON'T want Tricia to come to my rescue...)

As Rick let fly with a mighty right cross, he was stunned to see a small hand suddenly come out of nowhere and stop his fist inches from Arnold's face.

What the... yow!" he suddenly yelled as he felt a terrific pain in his fist as the small hand closed around it.

Turning his head he found himself staring in pained confusion at Tricia. But something was decidedly different about her. Hollering again as she slowly closed her grip on his hand, he called for help from his friends.

Billy and Crusher were also staring in mute wonder at the sight of Tricia suddenly appearing out of nowhere. As Rick started screaming, they were snapped out of their stupor and reached out to grab the girl.

As large, rough hands grabbed her arms, the boys were shocked to feel muscles swelling up huge and hard. They could only stare, stupefied as she flexed her guns, causing them both to fly back from the explosion of power.

Upon hearing Rick cry out, Arnold had opened his eyes only to see the beautiful features of Tricia. She smiled at him shyly, once again showing a bit of spinach stuck between her teeth. He grinned back at her as he again rubbed his finger across his teeth. She blushed a bit and ran her tongue across her perfect ivory.

Rick was now on his knees, the pain so great he felt close to passing out as he stared wide-eyed at the muscular girl, now holding his fist with just two fingers.
Grunting hard, he threw all of his 210 pounds into wrenching free, only to find he couldn't budge her in the least.

Billy and Crusher, having recovered, ran up and tried to tackle Tricia. Throwing themselves around her legs, they gasped as they again felt a fantastic surge of power flow into her thighs that caused her pants to split at the seams. Once again the explosion of strength threw them, even farther this time.

Tricia turned to Arnold, while still holding Rick down effortlessly.
"Now Arnold," she began a smirk on her face, "don't tell me you don't know what's happening to me."

He stood up shakily and gulped.

"I... I can explain..." he started. Suddenly he looked past her, "Look out!"

Tricia turned just in time to see Crusher swinging a large, three foot long pipe straight down on her face.

Before she could even react, the pipe hit her squarely over the head, hard enough to have felled an elephant.

Crusher screamed as he let go of the pipe, his hands in agony.

Tricia stood, stalk still a moment, and then let go of Rick, reaching up to pull the pipe away from her face where it had deformed to her features. She looked at the misshapen metal and then back up at Crusher, a scowl coming over her pretty features.

"You know..." she started as she began wadding up the pipe in her hands, "...I think I've had just about enough of you all." As Crusher and Rick started to back away, looks of total fear in their eyes, she advanced on them, continuing to compress the pipe.

When they stopped, backs against the side of the building, she finished her task. Tricia then pulled the top of her t-shirt down just enough to expose her swollen cleavage. Placing the ball of compressed steel between her magnificent globes, she grunted as she brought her arms together, flexing her pecs.

The two fellows could only watch in open-mouthed amazement as the ball of metal was slowly crushed between her breasts. The sight of it was just too much for Rick and he turned and ran screaming down the street. Crusher's eyes slowly gazed over and he slumped to the ground in a faint.

Tricia stared a moment in disdain before pulling the flattened metal out from her shirt and tossing it in Crusher's lap.

"A little souvenir for you, creep."

She then strolled back to where Arnold still stood, a slight drool leaking out of the corner of his mouth.

"Now, are you going to tell me what's happening here or am I gonna have to squeeze it out of you?"

Arnold could only stammer a reply.