As he became increasingly furious, Parker suddenly realized that she was wearing a silk robe emblazoned with the "Naked Eye" logo. What the hell was that all about? Strange. "Okay," he said angrily, "I'll bite. What the fuck are you talking about?" Jessica was getting a cheap thrill out of the entire proceeding. She was going to thoroughly enjoy this. "Well," she began, "Your deplorable treatment of me earlier today was the last straw. Things are going to change in our working relationship, and I intend to benefit. For the last two years you have regarded me with the same contempt as something you found stuck to your shoe. And I have had enough." Parker stood and stared in amazement. Then he threw back his head and began to laugh. "That's a good one!" he shouted. "You've had enough! My fucking secretary has had enough! Poor muffin! And I suppose you have some intricate plan that is going to prevent me from completely firing your bony, pathetic ass?" He began laughing again. This was becoming practically surreal. Little did he know... Jessica began to get annoyed. She was glad she came, to get it off her chest. "I discovered something tonight," she told him, "some things I've been lacking for some time. Self-esteem. Self-respect. And power. Let me show you something I think you'll find interesting." She slipped out of the robe to reveal a matching blue sequined top and bottom, both of which she had obviously procured from the Naked Eye. "Ugh," Parker critiqued, looking at her gaunt exposed body in the illumination of the porchlight. "You might have a pretty face, but your body is even worse than I had imagined. And to think I had actually considered fucking you. God, I must have had a pretty strong buzz on... You'd need to spend a couple years in the gym before I could get aroused by you..."
"Well grab a hold of yourself," she said as she twisted the gemstone on her ring, "Because you haven't seen anything yet." Over the course of several seconds, Parker watched in hushed astonishment as Jessica slowly began to gain muscle mass over her entire body. He could hear the fabric of her top giving out as twin mounds of muscled flesh filled it out, eventually popping it off her frame and shooting it at him like a slingshot. Huge erect nipples jutted forth from her muscle-engorged breasts. Her arms and legs slowly bloated with hard sinew, as if she were hooked to a pneumatic air pump. Her shoulders broadened her to twice her original width, and her abdomen became rippled with the most intense set of muscles he could ever possibly hope to imagine. A fantastic network of vascularity spread over her expanding body, and all the while she simply stood there watching him, moaning with pleasure, mmmmm, and grinning. She was getting bigger and bigger, and somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered when she was going to stop. Eventually his nervous system took over and his brain quickly fluctuated between making his legs work to run away in terror, or just merely dropping his pants and jerking himself silly. Unfortunately the blood never reached his legs, and he stumbled backwards onto his butt sporting a fierce erection. She approached him, saying "Aw, did the big bad boss man fall down? Here, let me give you a hand." Before he could attempt to push himself away, she grabbed him under his armpits and lifted him off the ground. Gripping him by the back of his sweatpants, she hung him from the wrought-iron lamppost leaving him dangling helplessly, gawking speechless at her, his involuntary woody pushing out the front of his pants.
Jessica stepped back and playfully looked at his crotch. "I guess you really do like the buffed girls, hmmm?" she teased. "I bet you didn't expect this!" Letting out a soft moan, she slowly brought up her arms and hit an incredible double-bicep pose, her monstrous cannonball arms ballooning, rising to such a degree that it appeared her peaks were growing peaks. She stopped flexing when her forearms hit her biceps.
Jessica stepped up to the center support of the garage and bent down. Parker drooled as he watched her g-string crawl up between her magnificent glute muscles. Burrowing her fingers into the wood of the support, she slowly began to pull the front of the garage up away from the foundation. With a loud creaking noise, the entire wooden structure slowly lifted off the cement groundwork as her body flexed tremendously. With one swift motion she flipped the entire garage frame over like it was paper mache. It landed with a resounding crash as it collapsed in a pile on the ground behind, leaving the automotive contents sitting exposed and unharmed.
"Wow," she said. "I cant believe it stayed together! I figured the whole thing would just come crashing down on your precious cars if I tried that. I guess you hired some decent carpenters when you had this place built, eh?" Parker gaped at her, helpless and horrified. "My God! How the hell did you do that?!?" "Oh, that's nothing," she said, and curled up her humongous engorged bicep again, showing off in a quick flex, thick veins filling out on her arm. "Just a little girl power. Besides, I'm just getting started." Setting her sights on the Porsche, she walked over and gripped the hood in her hands. "Hmmm, what kind of engine do these cars have?" she asked innocently as she stripped the hood off with one swift tearing motion. She heard Parker pleading her to stop as she plunged her hands into the surprisingly clean engine block. Her unearthly muscles proved to be no match for the steel and iron of the manifold as she effortlessly pulled the entire engine block from the framework of the car with a loud screech. Turning to face Parker, the engine block gripped in front of her, she remarked, "Boy, they dont make cars like they used to!" Flexing her chest and arms to an inhuman proportion, she pressed her hands together. The thick metal of the engine groaned in protest as she slowly crushed it flat between her immeasurably powerful hands. "Aw, I'm sorry, Mr. Winston, I seem to have broken your little toy car," she said, and tossed the mutilated motor aside like a ball of scrap paper. But Parker's mind was racing too fast for him to be able to comprehend what he was seeing. None of it was truly registering. It just wasn't possible! He watched in powerless awe as she strode over to his Harley. "Gee, I've never been on a motorcycle before," she noted and tittered. Suddenly a female voice came from inside the house. "Parker, what the hell's going on down there! It sounds like friggin' World War III!" Kimber stormed out onto the front porch in her robe and attempted to take in the entire scene at once. This proved quite difficult: her fiance was hanging by his pants from the light post, the entire garage had been overturned and destroyed, the Porsche had been dismantled, and an enormously muscular topless woman was now perched on the Harley. "Oh, hi Kimber," Jessica giggled as she sat astride the thick motorcycle, and waved her fingers in welcome. Kimber's jaw dropped and her eyes widened like ping-pong balls. "Oh. Oh...my...God," she said nervously. "J-Jessica? Is that you? You—you're HUGE!!!" Playing along, Jessica looked down at her body innocently, straightened her arms and tensed her colossal triceps, which bulged further and further out like they weren't going to stop.
Letting out a breath of arousal, she glanced at the gaping pair on the porch. "You know, that was actually quite stimulating," she said throatily, then diverted her attention to the Lotus. Kimber reached out a hand to grasp Parker's forearm, her fearful eyes never leaving Jessica. "P-Parker, what the hell is going on here..." Straining behind him and struggling to unhook himself from his predicament, he softly answered, "I dont know, and I dont wanna stick around and find out. Go inside and get the keys to the Range Rover, right NOW. And get some scissors to cut me down..." "Should I call the police?" she asked. "Kimber, listen very closely...my secretary showed up on my doorstep, grew enormous muscles, pulled the engine out of my Porsche and cut my Harley in half with her legs. What the fuck do you think the police are gonna do?!? Let's just try to get out of here!" "Good point," she answered, and bolted back into the house. "You know, Parker, this is getting kind of fun," Jessica called over to him as she approached the Lotus. Swinging from his pants prison, Parker held out his hands to her and pleaded. "No, Jessica, please...not the Lotus! I'm sorry for the way I've treated you, I promise to make it up to you! Just not the Lotus!" "Aw, is this your pride and joy?" she grinned as she bent down. Reaching under the body, she got a firm grip on the undercarriage. Her huge muscles bulged even larger as she hefted the car up. Her biceps grew to immense magnitude with the effort, thick veins inflating across her arms. With one clean-and-jerk motion, she pressed the car over her head and held it aloft with little exertion.
He scrunched his face in confusion. "Wh-wh-what do you mean? What do you want from me?" Jessica continued. "Okay. I've been in that company for five years. I know that place inside and out, and I could do your job just as effectively as you do. Hell, I practically do your job—all you do is blow smoke up people's asses. So in the morning, you are going to march your sorry behind into old man Rinkus's office. You are going to tell him that I threatened to quit, and that you simply cannot survive without me. You are going to tell him that I must have an office and a substantial pay increase, and that I will now be your partner as opposed to your 'administrative assistant'. Of course, we both know that I will be the one giving the orders from this point on." Parker was dumbfounded. "But, but, but what if Rinkus doesn't go for it??" he stammered hysterically. She drew him closer. "Rinkus loves you, he'll do anything you ask of him. You're a master of bullshit, you'll come up with a reasonable explanation for him. At least you'd better, or next time I come back, I'll pull your whole house down around your sleeping, pompous self. And you know I can do it." To drive her point home, she flexed her enormous pectorals, inflating her chest out further and further until he was face to face with her breasts. His head was surrounded by muscle, trapped in her rippling cleavage. She released his shirt collar and held him inches off the ground using pure pec-power. With his hands pressing against her gigantic, dense breasts, he struggled to extract his head from her mammoth cleavage, to no avail. Under any other circumstances he would be enjoying himself beyond belief. Fighting with his throbbing erection, he struggled to gather his thoughts. "O-okay, consider it done," came the response, muffled by the muscled cleavage in which his head was immersed. "Good boy," she said as she relaxed her immense chest and dropped him to the ground. "Now I'm certain you two will keep quiet about this whole thing. It's not as if anyone would believe you anyway. I'm sure you'll put those bullshitting abilities of yours to good use to concoct some account of what happened. Oh, and Parker, one more thing: if you ever try that stunt you pulled yesterday... well, just take a good look at your motorcycle." He shuddered at the thought. Kimber, who had been silently watching the proceedings, climbed from the vehicle and came over to him. Turning, Jessica scooped up her robe from the ground and began to walk down the driveway away from the light. "By the way, I'll be taking the day off, 'Mr. Winston'," she announced over her massive shoulder. "I need to buy some new clothes. Oh, and Kimber, I nearly forgot... you might want to find a new place to work. The Naked Eye is currently undergoing renovation. See you kids later!" Parker sat, drenched in sweat, his heart thudding like it was going to jump from his chest. As he watched her walking away, she touched something on her hand. A moment later it seemed that her body was getting progressively smaller until she appeared to be back to her original, scrawny self. And then she slipped into the robe, and disappeared into darkness. Kimber sat silently, gazing at the strewn wreckage. "Whew," Parker snorted. "Now that was an interesting evening."
Eugene dangled, watching Agog. "My liege… you're sending the Repo Men?" Agog wrung his hands together ominously. "Extreme circumstances call for extreme measures..."
To be continued...