Henrietta and the Transform of Muscle
Copyright© 2011 by Jim Priest
Chapter 3: the root of all problems
Ugg isn’t feeling well. He feels strange, weak, depleted. Maybe he’d overdone it in the sun. Seeing that the petite young woman has returned, he is a little baffled by her transformation. Still short, no longer is she skinny but is now packing large dense muscle. Although no stranger to female gymnasts with squat powerful bodies, he isn’t used to girls putting on massive muscle in a matter of minutes, and he certainly isn’t used to seeing them almost naked, overtly flexing their bodies. There was no doubt in Ugg’s mind that this was a very desirable young woman. He likes women who were fit and healthy with good muscle tone and sturdy bodies to take his rampant lovemaking. Her small breasts had got larger, sitting as they did upon thick ripped cushions of pectoral muscle with her nipples erect with excitement. The increased girth had stretched her white knickers so that they were now tightly moulded to the contours of her crotch. Ugg’s lust grew. Which is a big mistake if you are wearing tight Speedos.
“You look good and strong. You don’t look like you will break when I take you” he said then charged at her. Ugg was tall, big and bulky. Although Henrietta had gained a lot of muscle mass, she was still lighter and quicker than the hulking boy. As his arms closed in, she deftly grabbed an arm and pulled it over her shoulder. Turning her back on him, Ugg felt her small tight glutes press against his groin as she lent forward feeling for his centre of gravity. Then he found himself sailing through the air, falling head over heels before slamming into the forest floor.
During one long summer holiday, Henrietta had read her way through the entire local library. Norm books were no match for her intelligent. She had worked her way through ‘Science’ and ‘History’ and was on her way to ‘Philosophy’ when a cover caught her eye. There was a beautiful buxom blonde woman in a short dress throwing a man head over heels. “Honor Blackman’s Book of Self-Defence” proclaimed the title. Intrigued, Henrietta picked up the book and sat down to read through it. Her curiosity ignited, she proceeded to work her way through ‘Martial Arts/Self Defence’.
Being an intellectual, she wasn’t a sporty type. Neither was she into any form of physical aggression, although the time she decked Damien with a single punch had felt really good. He had really riled her but she felt guilty for losing emotional control. After a while, her interest waned. Martial Arts were just a matter of understanding human anatomy and physiology. It was all stupid really.
As the big brute got to his feet with anger written on his face, Henrietta’s immense ability to recall information kicked in. When Ugg lunged towards her, she deftly sidestepped out of the way and powered her knuckles with her newfound strength into his kidneys. “Hai Yah!” she yelled. “Owww!” he cried. Enraged, the muscular brute turned and Henrietta hammered her sharp fist just above his spleen. “Hai Yah!” “Owww!” he roared. “Hai Yah!” Henrietta cried as her powerful biceps drove her fist into his sternum. “Ohhhh!”. She was really enjoying this. With muscular energy surging through her, she felt as if she could punch this big brute to pulp in seconds. Combined with her martial arts knowledge, the hulk didn’t stand a chance and she wanted to savour every moment of it.
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