As Arnold struggled to form words to describe what was happening, he paused. Explanations in the last few hours had turned to disaster, even if he was pleased with himself in having “not” wished Tricia to rescue him. No, explanations seemed to spell doom. Better to make something up.

“Well, uh, all of these strange things just scared me. That’s why I ran before. I really don’t understand what is happening.”

Tricia looked at him suspiciously. “So I’ve turned into some type of cartoon super girl twice now by eating spinach and you have no idea how any of this happened?”

Arnold blushed. “Uh, nope.”

Tricia narrowed her eyes and stepped closer, pressing her steel chest against Arnold’s less than steel chest until he was trapped against the brick wall. She then pulled up her right arm and flexed her bicep. A softball sized pink mass pushed upward, the bicep split tickling across her muscles until the back head popped up even higher. Arnold’s pants became very tight once more and his breath became shallow. Tricia smiled up at Arnold.

“So all of these wonderful muscles and super duper strength just happened for no reason. You had nothing to do with it.”

Arnold shook his head as he stared with fascination at her bulging bicep and gulped as Tricia not only swiveled her rock hard breasts around his flabby chest, but pulled up her muscular, rippling bare leg and began rubbing up the side of Arnold’s jeans. Giggling at his obvious response, but feeling a bit embarrassed herself, she stepped back and gave him the once over. She then put her hands on her hips.

“So, you wouldn’t want my muscles to grow even bigger then?”

Arnold began to tear up. The problem was even though he knew what denial would result in, he squeaked out an answer anyway that sounded more like a question. “No?”

And just like that, Tricia’s muscles began to grow bigger. Her Olympic sized legs grew thicker, curvier, more detailed and more muscular, reaching bodybuilder size and nearly shredding the already ripped jeans. With her pink shirt stretched taught against her prodigious chest her six pack abs were now clearly seen and now bristled with renewed hardness and separation. Her chest plowed forward, ripping her shirt down the center, exposing twin muscle boob cleavage backed with thick pectorals. As her back and shoulders widened, her arms expanded, pushing out huge horseshoe triceps, cannonball biceps and wide forearms. Arnold panted as he looked on as his friend had transformed into a beautiful muscle hottie. Tricia grunted from both the pleasure and the surprise.

“Holy cow, Arnold. Even if you don’t know what is going on, you certainly are the conduit. Just look at these muscles! I could win a bodybuilding contest now!”

Just then a car blasted into view, driven with reckless abandon. Billy was behind the wheel with murder in his eyes. He slammed his foot on the accelerator and turned the wheel to aim the car at Tricia.

Tricia turned toward the threat, and glanced over at Arnold. “And I suppose you wouldn’t want me to grow strong enough to stop this car? To become the strongest girl on earth? To save us both once again?”

Arnold shook his head. He was clearly conflicted and tried to back himself through the brick wall. Tricia merely smiled at him and turned quickly toward the threat. Billy turned the car to plow right into Tricia. Tricia leaped up as though she were the star of an action movie, pulling her mighty right arm back. She came back down just in time to slam her fist into the front of the car, smashing the hood and into the engine block with a terrible crunch. The speeding car came to an abrupt halt. The front end crumpled down and the back end flipped up and over high into the air. Tricia ducked as the back end of the car passed the crushed front end, spinning over Tricia and crashing back to the ground, the front end ripped away from Tricia’s impact. The air bags had gone off, but Billy was now bouncing around the inside of the car as it continued to crash up and over several times before smashing into a wall back. Tricia casually walked over to the car and reaching down, ripped the door off the frame and tossing it 20 feet away. She pulled the stunned Billy out and held him high.

“Now that wasn’t very nice Billy. Are you getting the picture that you don’t know who your messing with?”

Billy started to whimper, looking at the massive muscled beauty. His brain had had enough and he passed out. Tricia sniffed and dropped him to the ground.

Arnold was beside himself. His hard-on was now painful contained within his pants. But he also knew the price. His pleasure never lasted. Embarrassed and upset, Billy turned and ran away once again.

Tricia turned to see Arnold on the run again. She giggled. Did he really think he could outrun her? Smiling, she decided to test her newfound powers and decided to track him instead of catching him quickly. Jumping up into the air she surprised herself as her strong legs propelled her high up to the top of the 5 story building. Rushing to the edge she watched as Arnold slowed down, panting heavily. He looked around to see that he was not being followed and resumed walking. Tricia jumped from rooftop to rooftop following him in hopes of learning more about her transformation. How long would it last? What did Arnold really know? If he wasn’t talking, she was going to find out.