Chapter #3Greta gets muscles by: Marknew   Greta was annoyed. She had the ring, she brought Charlie to her room, and all he could say was she was fatter than ever. What if she wasn't just big and strong, but big and strong and muscular? He couldn't have called her fat then!
Greta grabbed some green M&Ms and jellybeans and stuffed them in her stretch pants pocket. "When I get my muscles, I want them to go wherever makes me BE the strongest and LOOK the strongest, all over, not just the places where I've got my fat!" she ordered the ring. She looked down at her green baggy top. "And I want my top to change shape when I eat the candy, so it stretches around my new muscles, tight and clingy, so it makes me look really, really strong."
She thought about bringing Charlie back but decided to use another boy instead, for practice. She'd get Charlie later. She walked to the common area but too many people were around. Two girls looked at her candy-stuffed pocket and laughed. She went outside she saw Dennis. Dennis would be perfect!
Dennis was a sophomore. He was nice enough. He would talk to her sometimes, if he was alone. Twice he had sat next to her when his usual friends weren't around. (Maybe he didn't move when Greta sat down next to him, but that still counted.) Lately he had been going around campus with an odd-looking camera taking pictures of girls who were unusually muscular. Wait until he saw what happened to her!
"H-hi Dennis!" She said, her voice catching in her throat.
Dennis was looking through the camera at a girl Greta didn't know. She seemed far too thin for Dennis's tastes. He reluctantly put the camera down. "Umm, hi, er, Greta." He looked around nervously, wondering who might see him talking to her. The girl he had been looking at was wandering away, which was disappointing. He wanted to see how she would have looked as a muscular fitness model.
"That's a strange looking camera. It looks old. Is it your father's? Can I hold it? Can I look through it?" she asked. Her nervousness was making her talk a lot more than usual. She fingered the candy in her pocket.
"No. It is old, but I bought it," he said gripping it possessively. "I really have to ...
"Take a picture of me," Greta suggested. She wanted him to look at her. Then she'd start eating the candy. It would be cool if he got it all on the camera.
Obligingly he looked at Greta through the camera. Briefly he imagined her being slender with a hint of muscle, or more, but strangely he couldn't get her in focus. Trying was giving him a headache so he put the camera down. "I, um, I need film. You know these old cameras ...."
"Oh ... ok" she said, disappointed. She could just get the ring to turn the camera into a regular digital camera so he wouldn't need film, but Dennis seemed kind of attached to it the way it was. Instead, she got the ring to put some film in his book bag. "Don't you have some more film in your bag?" she asked hopefully.
He didn't even look. "I really have to go to ... the library," he said, turning toward the center of campus.
"Oh. Me too," she replied, moving next to him.
Dennis was dismayed that he might be seen walking across the campus with her. His status, rising after being with the likes of the amazing Gina and Kristen, would crash and burn. But other than being rude what could he do? He quickened his pace and Greta tried to keep up, but soon she started sweating and breathing heavily.
"Look, uh, Greta, I really have to go," he said as she fell behind. She was too out of breath to respond. Dennis didn't really care. They weren't friends. He pulled away and headed into the library. He really did need to work. He found a carrel in a part that was always deserted. She would never find him.
Greta was furious and hurt. She thought Dennis was different, but he was just like everyone else. She could have used the ring to help her walk faster or make him slower, but that wasn't the point. She hadn't wanted to use the ring on him. All she wanted was to surprise him with how muscular she could become all at once and see his reaction. So she let him get ahead and made the ring put her close to him in the library.
Greta was still breathing hard when she appeared on the lowest floor of the book stacks. It was creepy and empty. Only a few lights were on. The ring made sure no one else could get near them or hear anything. She walked as quietly as she could through the stacks until she found Dennis at the end of one of the last aisles of shelves. He couldn't get away from her now. She walked slowly down the aisle; her shoulders grazed the books as her body jiggled and swayed.
Dennis looked up in shock. He had heard heavy steps, but never expected Greta. How had she gotten here so quickly? How had she found him? And what the fuck did she want with him?
"Um, Greta. What's going on? I really have to do some work. My biochem lab paper is …."
" Biochem? I'm gonna show you some Biochem." She reached into her left pocket and pulled out a handful of green jellybeans. She held them out to show him and then stuffed them in her mouth. It took longer to chew them than she expected.
She was nuts, Dennis thought. Did she come here to show him how fat she could get? Then it got weird. Wasn't she wearing a baggy top, like a green sack? No, she was in one of those elastic, shiny exercise tops. It showed every fold of fat on her stomach and her sagging upper arms. Why would Greta ever wear that?! Meanwhile she was going to choke on the jellybeans, and he'd nearly got up to give her the Heimlich maneuver (although he had no idea how he would get his arms around her fat chest), when she managed to swallow them. The lump of candy pushed out her throat and disappeared into her massive torso.
Now it'll happen, she thought smugly. She rested her hands on her stomach and waited.
"What are you doing here?" Dennis said. "I really have to start my ... my...." His words dried up.
When Dennis had took his perfect pictures reality usually changed in a snap. He hadn't even touched the camera this time, but Greta was transforming as he watched. The folds of fat around her waist were melting away, her waist was narrowing, and suddenly she had an hourglass figure, with a six pack bulging so much that it showed through her top. As her waist thinned her chest grew broader and broader, a heroic figure far more muscular than a male bodybuilder, while her breasts pushed out even further. Her shoulders broadened and stood higher and higher as layer after layer of muscle piled on top. The muscles in her arms quickly hardened and the outline became visible on her tight sleeves. They grew even more dramatically than those elsewhere on her body, becoming as large as baseballs, then softballs, then melons. And then she started flexing them.
"What do you think, Dennis? I heard you like girls' muscles. Do you like these?" she asked as her biceps bulged upward. She relaxed her arms and they subsided, slightly, but when she flexed again they were even larger. "Wouldn't you like touch them?" she said as she walked closer. "Wouldn't you like to see just how strong I am now?"
Dennis didn't want to. Greta stalking him when she was hulking with fat was gross, but the thought of her coming for him when she was hulking with muscle was terrifying. Her biceps was three times the size of his thigh, and once she put her arms around him he might never escape.
"Can I … can I take a picture of you first?" he asked, grabbing his camera.
Greta smiled. "Why not? Do you want to see how big these biceps can get?" she asked, turning sideways, thrusting out her chest and raising her arm.
"Perfect. That would be a perfect picture," he agreed readily. He held up the camera and imagined her as her old fat self. Again, he couldn't focus the lens on her body, Only the ring she was wearing was sharp. He pushed the shutter anyway, but nothing happened.
What's wrong?" she asked impatiently.
"Nothing," Dennis said, continuing to try, struggling with the fuzzy picture.
"Everything for him, nothing for you," the ring said in Greta's mind.
"What?" Greta asked it.
"His camera can change reality when the person holding it reimagines it and takes a picture, but it is far less advanced than me. It cannot affect you while you are wearing the ring."
"He is trying to change reality? What is he trying to do?" she asked.
"He is trying to remove your muscle and return you to your previous condition."
"What?!!" Greta said angrily, out loud. She pulled the camera out of Dennis's hand and looked at him. "I'll fix you!" she declared, taking a picture while imagining him as
 indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author