Neither equine would be able to tell how long they stared at the carton of milk. The thing that had caused one half of a skinny duo to be replaced by a herculean figure.
Hazel and James were each wrapped tightly up in their tumbling thoughts and feelings unsure how to act, paralyzed.
James wonders how soy milk could be the catalyst from which a biological chain reaction happens that causes an unbelievable growth in calcium and skeletal muscle. You don't become a chemical engineer by being illiterate.
Hazel was torn between finding out if the liquid was indeed super muscle growth formula or just turn her into a pile of goo or just activate her soy allege.
She decided it would be worth the risk. Bolting to the counter with surprising lighting speed, the mare snatched the bottle from the counter and brought its opening to her lips sloppy guzzling it down. It was then that James saw the golden liquid running indescribably over cloth and down fur. He gasped, this couldn't be milk, had someone swapped his milk for some dangerous chemical concoction?
The super Herculean stallion grabbed the milk away from his wife, his fingers alone snapped the carton in half, spilling its syrup-like content all over the floor, save a puddle in on half of the ripped pair.
"Hey," Hazel cried in indication, "You made a mess all over the floor," if there's one thing Hazel can't stand it's a splattered floor.
"Sorry Haz, but look that wasn't milk it's all gold like maple syrup. Are you feeling Okay, love?"
The pair stared at each other for over a minute, Hazel noticing that because her husband's head sat on a bull neck that was supported by triangle trapezius and swollen pectorals, she really had to throw back her head in order to look him in the eye, not that she really mind gazing nor did he mind getting it.
The second minute was about to begin, and Hazel was slightly disappointed, "I feel fine, Jame-Weenhey!"
A great shudder ran through the mare as she grew and grew. Hazel enjoyed every microsecond, as her muscle exploded with power. Invisible biceps and triceps became defined with mini-canyons that sunk lower with each rise. The shapeless arms she had always possessed were no more replaced by heaving biceps that made full-grown watermelons look like dried raisins. The rest of her torso followed suit as she grew a defined eight-pack that one could shred cheese on, and not the soft store-bought variety, followed swiftly by her chest, as twin pairs of mountainous pec rose up tearing long triangular holes in her blouse. Her breasts, once small and barely noticeable were now the prime feature of a wall of granite-hard muscle that not even a wrecking ball going at 100 miles per hour could break.
Yet the most impressive feature of her growing form were her legs, thighs that could incircle a single cinder block and crush two at once, calves were like cannon ballas of raw power ready to be fired. A single leg was as thick as her curved yet impenetrable waste line.
It all happened in less than a minute, now Hazel stood at eye level with an excitedly bewildered James, her blouse now a torn gym shirt and jeans into shredded shorts. Yet despite her ruined clothes, she looked and felt incredible.
Looking down at herself Hazel found half her view presentably blocked by her massive bust, however, her defined arms rivaled her husband's own mass. Hazel grinned at how her bicep jumped with a slight twitch, "Well I think they underestimated the properties of milk. You Like J?" She added emphasis by placing her hands on her hips and swelling her chest with a deep breath."
"Oh, I like it very much!" James whispered admiringly. When he woke up this morning and thought about the unexpected things of the day ahead, him going from the weediest horse this side of, well anywhere he knew off, to the most muscular beefcake since Hercules and with a wife equal in size and mass. It wouldn't be labeled even under impossible.
Yet here he and Hazel were living proof.
Tentatively he reached Hazel's arms as if afraid it was a mirage that would dissipate with the faintest touch, thankfully it wasn't a mirage. Fingers found fur and muscle that became hard as diamonds with the slightest twitch. After admiring as well as feeling James' new muscles, Hazel found it just as if not more so, pleasing to have the same thing done to her. Hazel felt a unique form of pride that someone took the time to admire her body.
Neither were sure how it happened, but during James's inspection of Hazel, one of his hands found its way to her beachball-sized buttocks, squeezing a sizeable cheek. "Oh you scoundrel," she mare squealed, giving her husband a light shove.
James found himself flying across the room, his landing accompanied by the crashing of the drywall separating the bedroom from the living room.
"Oh, my giddy aunt! James, are you okay?" When her husband rose from the other side of the gaping hole in the wall merely covered in dust without a scratch, Hazel breathed again.
Dusting himself off James took note of two things: first and most importantly he suffered no lacerations from being thrown through a wall. Secondly and most impressively, Hazel had sent him flying across the room with a simple push, "Woah Hazel you're strong, super strong!"
The mega amazonian mare looked at her legs and arms perhaps for the first time noticing something other than sex appeal. Glancing around for something to test her potential strength on, and there it was a big single recliner sofa. If memory served it took a big mover bear to carry it across the room.
Feeling strangely confident in her physical prowess, Hazel walked over to the sofa, slid her hand under, and lifted it off the ground as if it was a feather, heck it was lighter than a feather. Only the texture along with mass told the mare that there was actually something in her hands. "Woah, this is amazing. Hey, you see this James. I'm not just looks and muscle."
"Neither am I, Haz." The mare dropped the sofa to the ground where it almost splintered on impact. In the name of pure show-offing, the stallion walk through the hole in the wall like the old Kool-Aid advert, carrying over there double-sized king bed over his round left-side shoulder, like it was a sack.
"Does that weigh anything to you?"
"Not at all Haz, I take it's the same with the Sofa." Setting the bed against the wall, he gave his arm the hardest flex he could with his biceps rising like a balloon filled with air, "Everything I have been taught says this is impossible, but seeing is believing."
Stretching and flexing her legs Hazel enjoyed seeing the muscle tense like coiled string, "Yay. I wouldn't mind seeing how strong we are." The two grinned as one.
For the next half an hour herculean stallion and amazonian mare went about their apartment testing their newfound power on everything their hungry gaze fell on. Chairs, tables, couches, if it wasn't nailed down (which wouldn't have helped anyway.) they lifted it, threw it, and in moments of excitement flattened the furniture. After James fingers went through a thick frying pan, the pair started crashing metal objects with bare hands. It was regularly interspaced by mutual long stares of lustful admiration when one flexed part of their body very hard.
After bending a hammer into a spiral, James walked over to his beloved wife, wrapping his brawny arms around her waist, which was like getting a rope around an oak tree with curves that lost none of its mass. Hazel in turn warped her pythons over James sphere like shoulders. Lips inches away from connecting with each other. "This has to be the second-best day of my life," James whinnied.
'Oh and what was the first," Hazel arched an eyebrow.
"Marrying you."
The two shared such an intense kiss that they did not feel a strange tingle run throw their bodies once again, as if singling that there was a next stage to their transformation.
The banging on the door was heard, however.
"Umm..who is it?"
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