Sarah couldn’t believe what she was seeing. First the giant arrived. An insanely large muscle freak bigger than anyone Sarah had ever seen, or even imagined, before came strutting down the hall as if her very existence were no big deal. And people in the hall didn’t seem to notice. Sure they saw her, anyone with a body like that would turn heads, and a few heads turned farther than others, but the stares this hyper-bodybuilder garnered were almost familiar: people knew who she was. Why hadn’t Sarah seen her before?

Then, an even stranger thing happened. The muscular monster paused and shuffled through her backpack before firing some crazy blue laser at that little runt, Kelly Chou’s back. Then everyone in the hall froze while Kelly went from short and skinny to tall and buff. Then the bright blue light exploded and everyone started moving again. And NO ONE noticed the change in Kelly. Again people looked at her, but it was with lust, not confusion. It was a look that Sarah was very familiar with: wide eyed, mouth agape, attempts to hide stares without getting caught. Ordinarily people around Sarah had those looks, stealing glances at her spectacular body and stunning good looks, but for the first time ever Sarah found herself on the other end of those stares.

Sarah had always felt that she was the most perfect physical specimen Shadowbrook High School had ever seen (and she was quite likely right before today). She had spectacular “girl-next-door” good looks that allowed her to be beautiful without the aid of make-up, but, should she choose to put a little on she could quickly turn into a sexy seductress like no other. Her natural blond hair was thick and glowed with a golden hue all the way to the middle of her back. She was slightly taller than the average girl, standing at 5’ 8”, and her legs were very long and perfectly toned. Her butt was round and surprisingly firm given it’s size. There were many who compared her ass to Kim Kardashian’s, which was fine by Sarah. The fact was that Sarah’s hips measurement were actually slightly larger than the reality star’s 40” rear, but because she was taller the proportions looked different. From the spectacular swell of her hindquarters her waist slid inward to a slim 26” (a measurement she DID share with Kim Kardashian) that served to enhance the neighboring traits’ appearances to nearly cartoonish proportions: her ass below and, perhaps more importantly, her breasts above. For Sarah, her chest was her best and favorite asset. They were easily the biggest and sexiest the school had ever seen. She wore, depending on the manufacturer, a bra size of G or H, though she only ever mentioned the latter of the two. She wanted everyone to know she had full, round, perfect, natural H-cup boobs that, through a combination of miracles including youth and firm muscles, showed no signs to being affected by gravity and instead hung like floating orbs. Each and every outfit she wore had a top that she specifically picked out to highlight her giant jugs and ample cleavage. Even now, standing in the hallway watching one muscle goddess birth another, she wore a tight pink and black stripped tank top that squeezed her giant boobs so her tit-flesh seemed to spill over the top.

But none of that seemed to matter now, the shadow of this great behemoth passing over her as the larger of the two women, her work now done, passes close by her. Sarah did her best not to stare, but she couldn’t help it. This girl’s arms were bigger than her head. Sarah found herself short of breath, her nipples tightened and began to poke through thin layers of her bra and shirt. She had always been a fan of strength and muscle. In middle school Sarah had been a gymnast, and her body had never lost the level of fitness she had attained in those years and even now she was proud of what her strength allowed her to do as a cheerleader. She wasn’t the strongest girl on the squad, but she was close, and if she pushed herself she certainly could have been number 1. This level of strength, however, was beyond even her wildest dreams. Sarah loved the power of manipulation her body possessed. She could make just about any man and most women do whatever she wanted using the right combination of shifts and bounces, but there were occasions where she was powerless. Those moments were the scariest of all. They were times when someone stronger than she would not take no for an answer. But if she were the stronger one, she would have nothing to worry about. Depending on her level of strength the school, maybe even the whole world, would have to bow to her will. She needed to know more about this super-strong stranger.

As soon as the huge girl was around the corner and out of ear shot Sarah grabbed her best friend, Cori, by the collar and pulled her close.

“Who was that?” Sarah whispered into Cory’s ear.

“Who?” Cori asked, startled by Sarah’s urgency.

“That huge girl that just walked right past me! Who was that?”

“Amanda? What about her?”

“Amanda! Amanda who?”

“Amanda Newman, you know her. You’ve known her for years. Are you okay?”

Sarah relaxed her grip and Cori backed away. “That... that was Amanda Newman?” she spoke out loud to no one in particular. Sarah’s mind was working hard on the problem. Not many people knew it, but Sarah Kingman was very smart. Most looked at her and saw the blond hair and huge boobs and assumed she was a dumb bimbo, and she did nothing to correct their assumptions. People were much easier to manipulate when they thought they were smarter than she. But Sarah excelled in school earning straight A’s (rumors abound regarding how she had gotten such grades, but there was no truth to be found). Now Sarah’s mind was working overtime to solve the problem of Amanda Newman.

Sarah was certain that she had seen Amanda only yesterday, and that she was her skinny old self. Yet today no one was surprised to see her so large. But based on the way people were stealing glimpses of her Sarah knew that people did see the giant muscles. Sarah then thought of Kelly Chou.

“Cori, how tall is Kelly Chou?”

Cori still seemed worried about her friend’s memory but answered none the less, “I dunno, like 10 feet. Seriously, I think she’s like 6 foot something.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Sarah said dreamily. She was thinking of the blue flash that exploded in all directions. Whatever that was had changed things. And whatever it was Amanda could control it. And whatever it was Sarah wanted it.

And she always got what she wanted.