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Megan's Day Off

Written by jnw550 :: [Monday, 27 December 2010 00:20] Last updated by :: [Sunday, 11 November 2012 09:46]

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Megan’s Day Off

 

by JNW550

 

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Editor's Note: JNW550 originally published this story on the Meg's Muscle Growth Blog, later adding a second part through his DeviantArt page. This version include both parts.

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Megan pushed her glasses onto her face and tapped away at her keyboard willing herself through the first of four research papers that were due tomorrow. It was all still so new for her and trying to balance some semblance of a normal life and being the most powerful superhuman in the known universe had meant no time to herself. Megan was pretty sure there wasn't an instruction book on how to be an unstoppable eighteen year old college girl. The gifts she'd been given, the near infinite well of physical power she possessed, made it hard to find a negative, however . The young girl smiled recalling the effortless feats her body had performed over the last week, the punishment she could take and how wonderful it felt, and the unimaginable speed she could move and perceive with. She was capable of all that and more and the thought of it warmed her as she stretched out leaning back in her chair. Megan eyed her clock for the time watching the seconds tick by. It was dark out and her roommate was out enjoying college life, something else she had no time for.

 

“Ugh! Screw this!” The young brunette looked back at her laptop, making a decision, and grinned, “What good is being a supergirl if you can't have a good time?”

 

Megan pushed herself back from her desk and pulled her mid-baring tank top over her head dropping it to the floor. Her small, youthful breasts barely jiggled as she felt the familiar warmth of power at the tips of her nipples which soon adorned two DD-sized mounds. Surprised the change was coming so quickly, Megan slipped her tiny boy shorts down over her widening hips to her right ankle, now nearly filling the leg of the shorts, kicking them over head giggling with excitement.

 

“Whoa! I must have needed this! It's coming much faster than usual!” She sighed into the swell of power looking over at her thickening arms with pride. Her hands filled with her heavy, growing breasts and her bones tingled and stretched as she rose in stature passing six feet within seconds. As her tits jiggled and solidified into place, Megan could feel her diamond hard clitoris slip passed her soft, bare lips. Muscles twitched and popped under her tanned skin and her head rolled. Reaching seven feet in height, she sat upright allowing her spreading back some much needed room within the confines of the chair. Her soft,shiny chestnut hair spilled over her shoulders and Megan smiled satisfied, for now.

 

The amazon stood up looking herself over in her long mirror fingering one of her nipples admiring every move as her muscles danced and her power soared rushing to her flush, angelic face. Megan reached up flexing every supercharged muscle, her fingers now poking through the ceiling, “Oooo, I don't think I'll ever get tired of that. Oh-oops!”

 

She took her seat at her desk and, without much pause, her right hand became a blur over her keyboard as her left flipped through a stack of text books, her eyes taking in every word several pages a second, organizing theme into an outline of information to be typed out as coherent ideas. The image flickered on her special desktop – given to her as a gift for stopping a nuclear meltdown – as paragraphs scanned over the screen struggling to keep pace with Megan's one-handed typing. It wasn't long before its simple PC brain had to play catch up.

 

“I know they meant well, but this laptop is slow!” She thought. Megan, waiting a short moment for it to catch up, pulled out her personal laptop, laid out her notebook, and a few writing utensils. “I guess I could work on next week's theoretical algebra project in between while it catches up …”

 

Her right hand took up the double duty of typing and writing page-long computations, the pages filling faster than the the word application on her computer, as she continued to flip through her text books faster moving between history, algebra, and computer science simultaneously. Her eyes darted about perceiving, absorbing, and relaying information effortlessly. With a knowing smile, still working diligently, Meg noted her curriculum papers and grabbed her workbooks.

 

“Hmm … with exams around the corner I could do those workbook assignments,” Meg mused opening one of them. She pulled over her roommate's laptop, “might as well finish up that take home exam and computer science project, and the extra credit papers couldn't hurt …”

 

Megan happily busied herself adding to her workload, her entire upper body a blur of movement, wondering why she hadn't done this before, “No more all-nighters for, Megan! As a matter of fact, I don't even feel like I'm doing much …”

 

The blurring girl grinned glancing over the syllabus for all six of her classes in a quick instant memorizing her course load. Utilizing her entire desk space, twelve more books were stacked next to the three that she continued to read, three workbooks were opened as she began writing through those while completing her algebra assignments in four separate notebooks, different windows opened and closed as she typed and researched on all three computers. Megan could feel her head beginning to warm while synapses in her brain fired at an incredible rate and she calmly, effortlessly absorbed an influx of complex information effortlessly processing it into an entire semester of assignments.

 

Megan smiled confidently pulling her right hand away to place it on her hip leaving her left to take on the entire course load. She giggled very impressed with herself, “This is ridiculous. Am I so powerful? I don't even feel like I'm trying! Let's see how far I can push this …”

 

She set up her webcam to record the event on top of the monitor and patch it into her special laptop so she could watch everything while working. Her arm was beginning to glow slightly and the completed assignments were either saved or pushed aside in a neat pile in quick succession. With her right she laid out both her Xbox and PS3 controllers and started them up with Gears of War in one and Call of Duty in the other, set the game to their highest difficulty, and played both flawlessly with her right hand. Her mind worked out strategies and worked through a semester of six different subjects of schoolwork and Megan smiled with amusement knowing this was only small fraction of her capability. Between load screens she played a puzzle game on her phone and read through her reading assignments so she could write reports on those as well. Her eyes began to glow giving only a glimpse of the massive amount of activity happening in her head and she noticed it on the camera feed. Megan giggled excitedly, delighting in the ease of her superhuman feat.

 

“Wow, I can't even feel this. Ooo … look at me!” Megan laughed, her body an almost invisible blur of flesh from the waist up, “Go, girl go! Ohhh … this is making so hot!”

 

Instantly she felt her hands touching her in all the right places. Her finger vibrated against her clit like a tiny jackhammer while she massaged her breasts and fingered her nipples. Megan stole a glance at her clock again, the second hand moving like the minute hand. She kept it up, never slowing down, as with each finished assignment, every finished level, her arousal soared. Megan giggled deciding to make a game of it climaxing as many times as she could while she worked and played. Just under five minutes minutes passed before she panted for breath through her release and sent all eight papers to the printer and put everything away in a quick instant.

 

“AUUUGHHHhhhh … FUCK! Whooo, that was fun! What a rush! Ugh, and I'm still so horny. Get it together, Meg!”

 

“Let's see, 17 books, eight ten-plus page research papers, four workbooks, four full notebooks of theoretical algebra, an eight page take home exam, and nine extra credit assignments, all of it checked through twice,” Megan happily numbered them off in her head her eyes finally beginning to dim, “12 reading assignments and their one page reports. All while playing two shooters, four flawless levels of Bejeweled, and got off at least a hundred or more awesome times, all in under five minutes?!They keep calling me a goddess, and to be honest, I beginning to feel like it.”

 

An errant shudder rushed up her spine jiggling her sensitive nipples. Megan instantly went hypersonic rumbling through another unexpected aftershock, “OooooOOHHH- WHOA! A very naughty goddess!”

 

Megan glistened, her skin moist, as a haze of steam wafted from her skin. Through sleepy eyes she watched herself in the mirror, her muscles warm and pumped, as she rose from her desk fixing her wild mane more out of habit than necessity. She willed her body to harden listening to the stressed, stretching steel of her own perfect skin as her breasts tightened and and perked on her chest. Megan bit her lip hearing her body creak and groan becoming more dense and heavy. The floor creaked beneath her, still managing to hold her building weight.

 

“Who's a girl of steel?” Megan flexed her right arm cuddling the massive muscle to her cheek. Her left fingers attempted to massage her breast only to be resigned to rubbing over it's hardened surface. She sighed, her warm breath lingering over her bicep, “I am.”

 

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It was seven hours before Megan could be seen clearly again having spent that time in a blurring reverie of self-pleasuring. Her skin had a shine like polished steel and glowed, the air around her hot and heavy. The young girl rolled her breasts together and laughed at the sound like two wrecking balls slamming and sliding against each other. She played with her new toy for a few seconds making herself harder until her mounds jiggled and solidified into place, even her massive strength useless to move them. Curious, she gently picked up her roommates tiny dumbbell, her fingers still pressing into the soft, lead surface, and closed her hand around it watching as it almost instantly melted satisfied that she was as strong as ever.

 

“Oh, crap! The carpet!” She cried and acted with her inhuman speed, gathering the oozing metal alloy into her hands to slurp it up like the last bit of ice cream from a bowl. Gulping it down, she scrunched her cute face in distaste, “Yech! I don't how Amanda thinks that crap is tasty.”

 

“Oh … my … god …” Megan heard a familiar voice behind her. She turn in a blur and covered herself as best she could, her face becoming flush with embarrassment.

 

“Hi!” Megan chirped nervously her body creaking and clanking dully as she moved, the sound of her resounded through room like a steel rock slide.

 

“You? Did you just eat my dumbbell?! Wait … y-you're that … that goddess chic! You? Little Mousy Megan?” Megan fisted her hips slightly annoyed and less worried about her blatant nudity. Amber stared slack-jawed at the eight foot, brunette amazon standing in the middle of their room. Megan's annoyance turned to confidence noticing her roommates nipples poking through her tank top. She fingered her own thinking of how to play this out. Amber bit her lip.

 

“Little Mousy Megan, huh?”

 

Megan kept herself steel hard and rolled her breasts letting Amber hear her two cannon balls rumble over each other, “Goddess? I hadn't really thought about it, but maybe you're right. I am the singular most perfect and powerful being on the planet. Wouldn't you agree?”

 

Amber breathed with lust and fear. Megan rumbled the building closing the distance to her tiny, blonde roommate. Amber backed away now eye to nipple with Megan who acted as if her smaller roommate wasn't even there. Megan gathered her hair up offering Amber full view of her massive body.

 

“How does it feel, Amber?”

 

“Huh … I – what do you-”

 

“How does it feel to know that while you struggle with your little ten pound weights I struggle to be gently trying so hard not to destroy everything I touch. How does it feel to know that while you sweat and writhe on your bed with your tiny, silver vibrator between your legs, I use nuclear warheads just to get warmed up. How does it feel to know that I will live forever, young, beautiful and unstoppable, and you'll grow old.”

 

Megan could feel Amber's breath over her right nipple which creaked as it swelled. “I can tell you how I feel. I feel impregnable like a monolith, a titan, god-like. I feel perfect and wonderful.”

Megan giggled running her hands along her tanned, steel-hard curves. “I it makes me so wet knowing that I am so much more than you, than any of you.”

 

“I-I … Meg, I-” Was all that Amber, her head reeling with lust and confusion, could muster.

 

“See you in class, cutey.” Megan smiled and pet Amber's head before disappearing, the vacuum tossing Amber to the floor. Later, Amber woke and watched the video feed from Megan's laptop. She replayed it pleasuring herself again and again.

 

Megan spent the remaining four months of her semester taking the opportunity for some self-exploration. She was present for exams and waved at Amber through her glasses when she saw her. Amber responded with a flirty wink each time.

 

“That girl gets a special favor when this semester is done.” Megan decided at finals. Megan winked back this time and showed off for Amber finishing her exam within seconds while letting a tiny bit of her true self fill her clothes. Amber watched with admiration as her object of affection walked confidently up to turn in her exam, watching Megan's every move.

 

“All done, Mr. White.” He looked up like he'd noticed her for the first time. Everyone watched as Megan walked confidently out of the classroom, her hips swaying, her breasts bouncing. She could hear Amber cumming in her seat as she left and giggled.

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