The Origin!

-1-

Scott knocked on the door of Deena's apartment. When there was no answer, he tried again. "Deena? You home?" Still no answer. "Well," he thought, "this is exactly the situation when having a key to the apartment comes in very handy!" Fishing the key from his pocket, he unlocked the door and went inside.

The living room, tastefully but not expensively furnished, showed only minimal signs of being occupied. A glass with a half-inch of water from melted ice sitting on an end-table, a magazine open on the coffee table, evidence that Deena had not gotten around to cleaning these up yet. "This is strange," Scott thought, "she usually doesn't forget when we have a date.

"Maybe she's taking a nap and didn't hear me come in." He walked down the hallway to her bedroom. But the room, like the living room, was empty of human presence (besides Scott's own). Also like the living room, the bedroom had been done to a degree of neatness that was almost annoying. So it was no wonder that Scott's attention was almost immediately drawn to the belt that lay on the dresser, as though Deena had not had time to put it away.

He picked the belt up, and examined it. A wide belt, almost as wide as a weightlifter's, it had a strangely-shaped buckle that made it look like an alien culture's interpretation of a pro-wrestler's belt. Engraved on a raised disk in its center was the profile of a woman's face, a face of stately beauty that was at once wise and stern. The belt looked strangely familiar, although Scott couldn't recall ever seeing Deena wearing it. Then, it hit him: this was the belt - or a reasonable facsimile thereof - worn by the superheroine Dyna!

Dyna had appeared in public for the first time almost a year and a half ago, when a fearsome monster had escaped from an illegal genetic experimentation lab. The creature was a mindless engine of destruction that threatened to lay waste to the entire city and kill thousands of people. No weapon, no drug or poison, no force could end the monster's rampage. But when all seemed hopeless, deliverance appeared in the form of a woman of such beauty and power as could only be found in comics and movies. Flying like an angel of vengeance, she used the enormous strength of her massive muscles to pound the creature into submission. Not that she had an easy time of it; the monster's strength was almost the equal of the miracle-woman's, and it carried an almost 10-to-1 advantage of size and weight into the fray. But the woman's courage was easily the equal of her superhuman strength, and no matter how ferociously it battered her she simply refused to give up until the monster was vanquished. The battle over, she disappeared as mysteriously as she had appeared; the press was then left to speculate on her origins and purposes. Some clever headline writer had dubbed the heretofore-nameless woman "The Damsel Dynamo"; an appropriately "comic-booky" name for someone who looked she'd stepped from the pages of a four-color fantasy. But when the next crisis had struck the city, and the stupendous superheroine had once again set things right, she allowed a few questions from an almost pathologically curious press afterward. There, she had told the public to simply call her "Dyna", bestowing an informal officiality on the name.

Although she hadn't sought such fame, Dyna had become an overnight celebrity, charming almost the entire populace. And among those on whom her charms had worked was one Scott Pratt; even though at the time he had been dating Deena for some months, he couldn't hide his infatuation with the city's resident heroine. Not least of all because Scott, a confirmed fan of women's bodybuilding and female muscle, was entranced with Dyna's massively muscled arms with their high-peaked biceps. Scott collected every article and every picture he could find of Dyna's activities. (His favorite photo was taken during her visit to a hospital where a young girl, suffering from a rare disease, had expressed a wish to meet her favorite heroine: the photo showed the girl, mouth agape in wonder, feeling the bicep Dyna flexed for her, a muscle easily as large as the girl's head! But what touched Scott as much as the sight of her magnificent muscle was the smile of genuine joy at having pleased the little girl that lit Dyna's face.) Scott's ambition was to meet Dyna in person; in his more optimistic moods he even dared to fantasize about becoming her "special friend".

And now... was this her belt he was holding in his hands? No, that wasn't possible, for if so what was Deena doing with it?

He turned the belt over in his hands. There didn't seem to be any holes in the leather-like material of the belt, nor any tang or other device in the buckle that would hold the belt together. "How the hell does this thing work?" he thought.

Naturally, his curiosity led him to wrap the belt around his own waist. To his surprise, the belt was exactly as long as it needed to be to encircle his waist, and touching the end of the belt to the side of the buckle held it fast in place as though by magnetism. "Well," Scott thought, "this is proof that this belt isn't Deena's; it's too big to fit around her slim, delicious waist!"

Which still begged the question: whose is it? Is it the genuine article? Is it a replica? Yeah, that must be it: some company somewhere must've produced a collectible "Dyna belt", and Deena bought one for him because of his fondness for the strawberry-blonde bombshell.

Looking down at the buckle, he saw that the medallion that bore the female profile was set into a recess in the buckle, almost like a button on a control panel. "Wonder what would happen if I pressed this button?"

Her shimmering blonde hair flying behind her, Deena Charles raced down the sidewalk towards her apartment. "Hope he isn't mad at me," she thought. "This isn't like me, to be late for a date!" Reaching her apartment, she turned the doorknob and noticed with a touch of surprise that the door was already unlocked. "I hope that means that Scott's already here... and not that I left the door unlocked!"

She stepped into the living room and called out. "Scott? Are you here?"

"Deena?" called Scott's voice from her bedroom.

Deena's mouth twisted into a wry smile as Scott strode into the room. "Scott, what are you doing in my bedr - -" Then she saw what Scott was wearing around his waist, and in spite of herself a yelp of fear escaped from her throat!

"Honey, what's the matter?" Scott asked; he'd never seen such a look of naked fright on her face before.

"Scott, take off that Belt! Right now!"

"This belt? Why, what - -"

"Scott!" she practically screamed. "For your own safety, PLEASE! Take off that belt and don't ask why! You're in deadly danger!!"

"Okay, okay!" he said, in a tone that indicated he thought she was overreacting. Reaching for the buckle and belt, he continued, "But I don't know how - -" To his surprise, pulling on the belt separated it from the buckle as easily as it had attached moments before. "Weird."

Before he realized what had happened, Deena snatched the belt out of his hands. "I'm sorry I had to yell at you, darling," she said. "But i know how curious you are, and I was afraid if I told you not to press that button, that you'd do it just to see what would happen before you knew it... and you'd be dead now!"

Impatiently Scott said, "All right, just what is this all about? Just what does that belt do? Is that... Is that Dyna's belt?"

Deena hesitated to answer; the argument was playing out in her head again. Lie! You can't let him know your secret! Better to tell him a falsehood than to invite the danger you'll both face if he knows! What if he's kidnapped and tortured into revealing your identity? What if you break up and he reveals your secret to the world just for spite? It's too dangerous!

You can't lie to him! He trusts you. He loves you. And he deserves to know everything about you that affects your relationship. Besides, he's fond of her too; he'd never betray either of you! And he might even be a useful aide. He needs to know; he deserves to know.

"Oh, Athena," Deena thought, "I wanted to ask your counsel on this matter. But it looks like this is my decision."

Then aloud, "Scott. I need something from you. I need your most solemn promise. You must promise me that you will not reveal what I am about to tell you to anyone. There are people who would kill to have this information; I need you to swear that you will die rather than tell.

"Do I have that promise?"

Scott shrugged. "Sure. You have my promise."

"Very well." Deena gulped. "Yes, this is Dyna's belt." She whipped the belt around her own waist. "And the reason I have it..." the belt clicked together under her slender fingers, "...is that I... am Dyna."

She pressed the medallion-button on the buckle.

Scott could only gawk, as a faint golden glow emanated from the belt and enveloped Deena. Her hair began to rise as though charged with static electricity, and her face started to take on an almost ecstatic expression. The front of her blouse began to tighten as if her bosom was growing; Scott realized with a start that her breasts were indeed getting larger. So were her arms! The muscles of her arms were swelling, quickly filling the sleeves of her blouse. She was growing taller, bustier, and more muscular right before his eyes!

Before long the air was filled with the sound of fabric ripping: the sleeves could no longer contain her bulging arms, while her breasts tore the front of her blouse open and her spreading lats reduced the back of her blouse to threads. Her hair was changing color, from the light almost platinum blonde of Deena's hair to the reddish "strawberry" blonde that characterized Dyna's.

Deena's clothing now hung in shreds and strips from Dyna's broad shoulders, and Scott was treated to a sight he'd only fantasized about before: the mighty-muscled and plump-breasted Dyna standing before him practically naked! Alas, the sight lasted mere seconds; the golden glow flared to almost blinding, and when it subsided, Dyna stood before Scott in her trademark white leotard costume.

"Dyna..." Scott gasped.

"That's right, darling. It's me."

Now that he heard her speak in person for the first time. he could hear traces of Deena's voice in Dyna's, although Dyna's was somewhat lower-pitched.

A look of amusement crossed Dyna's face as he saw Scott stand dumbfounded before her. Scott finally gasped. "It's... really you, Deena? Er, Dyna?"

Dyna began to step closer to Scott, and Scott could see that, just as Deena was only tall enough to lean her head on Scott's shoulder, so now Dyna was tall enough that Scott could only lean his head on hers. "I'm sorry to confuse you like this, sweetheart," she said as she wrapped her arms around Scott's shoulders and drew him close in a warm embrace. Scott finally regained enough of his composure to return Dyna's hug, although he was aware that now his arms could barely reach around to her back. Dyna's lips sought out Scott's, and locked them in a passionate kiss.

"Let's sit down, darling," Dyna finally whispered. "I've got a lot to tell you."

As they made their way to the couch, Scott asked, "So... who are you now? I mean, are... are you and Deena different people, or... or what?"

Dyna chuckled, in exactly the way that Deena would. "No, Scott, I'm still the same Deena you know. Only the packaging has changed. "'New and improved', you might say.

"This is a lot for you to absorb, isn't it? For the last year and a half, you've been infatuated... that was the word you used, remember?... infatuated with this fabulous female you see on the news, 'righting wrongs' and 'fighting Evil'. You've fallen in love with her voluptuous figure and huge muscles, and imagined being able to meet her, and confess your feelings to her. And all this time, you've been her steady boyfriend without knowing it!"

Her smile became serious. "And I should apologize for that, darling. I hated keeping the secret from you; I believe if we can't be honest with each other, how can we love each other? But I felt it was for your own good; if you knew my secret... and some asshole found out that you knew... well, I couldn't bear the thought of what they'd do to you to make you tell them. Even now, I'm afraid of what worrying about you is going to do to my effectiveness as a superheroine.

"But in the long run, I think it's for the best. It takes a little of the pressure off of me, knowing there's someone from who I don't have to hide anything.

"Well, I'm doing all the talking, Scott. Don't you have anything to say?"

Scott exhaled heavily. "Wow. You're right, this is a lot to absorb. Not least of which is having the most magnificent woman in the world, a woman I idolized, a woman I thought I'd never even be able to meet, suddenly standing before me, calling me 'sweetheart' and 'darling', kissing me the way my girlfriend does!"

"Well, I am still your girlfriend. My psyche, my 'soul' if you will, is still Deena's, the woman you love, the woman who loves you."

"Still hard to believe," Scott replied. Tentatively, almost timidly, he reached out his hand to touch the gigantic muscles of her arm. "Come on, Scott," Dyna said. "You've never been shy about touching me before, don't start now!"

"Yeah, but... I've never seen you with muscles like this before!"

With a teasing smirk on her lips, Dyna whispered, "You mean, muscles like this?" ...and she raised her arm and flexed her bicep.

The huge, rocklike muscle seemed to explode under her skin, quickly swelling to a size Scott never thought possible even though he'd seen pictures of her posing. Her already-enormous arm seemed to double in size, while the bronze skin stretched to an almost bluish-white thinness as though ready to rip from the pressure of the bulging bicep.

"Oh my God," Scott gasped. His fingers trembled as they caressed the size and hardness of Dyna's muscle. The peaks of her biceps, unlike the smooth bulge of most women's, were like rough-hewn boulders.

"How... how did this happen?" Scott asked.

Dyna relaxed her arm, and shifted in the couch. "That's kind of a long story, but it's important for you to know. It began about a year and a half ago, as you might've guessed..."

You don't forget a day like that. Wouldn't have been remarkable for any other reason; the weather wasn't exceptionally gorgeous or depressingly stormy, it was just kind of there. The projects I was working on weren't particularly memorable, just the run-of-the-mill commercial stuff that paid the bills without taxing my creativity too much; in fact I was able to take a few minutes during my lunch break to pick up the new upgrade to Photoshop, and check out some new computers that had just come out. Nice machines, but nothing I could really justify shelling out the money for as long as my current machine could handle the job.

So I was walking out of the store and collided with this bag lady! We both went sprawling across the sidewalk; it's lucky I didn't break something. But when I climbed back to my feet, I saw that the bag lady was still laid out on the sidewalk.

"Are you all right, ma'am?" I said as I tried to help her up.

"Oh, I'm just fine, missy. Take a whole lot more'n that to keep me down!" And she did that old-lady laugh.

"I'm awfully sorry! I didn't see you come up!"

"That's okay. missy, not a whole lotta people pay attention to an old lady these days."

"Well, I'd still like to make it up to you. Can I buy you lunch?"

"Hey! 'Free eats, good eats', as my daddy used to say." And she laughed again.

So we went to Danny's Sandwiches - remember, down on Highland Street? Closed down about two months ago, unfortunately - she didn't say a whole lot during lunch, although I tried to find where she was from, why she was out on the street, et cetera. But when the meal was over, she said a very strange thing:

"You've done a great kindness for this old bag of bones. But then, I knew you would."

"Huh? What do you mean, you 'knew' I would?"

She pointed a grimy finger at me and said, "There's quite a bit I know about you, Deena Charles!"

As you can guess, I was shocked! How could this street person know anything about me? I was starting to think I was being set up for something. "Have... we ever met?"

"Oh no, no! You've never met me! But I've been watching you for a while. I've watched the way you treat people. You've been generous and kind, and never willing to cause anyone unnecessary pain. You're a rare person, Miss Charles... just who I've been seeking!"

"For what?" This conversation was getting weirder and weirder.

"Oh no, can't tell you! Have to show you!"

By that time, my impulses were mixed: half my brain was telling me to leave right now, while the other half was intrigued enough to want its curiosity satisfied. "Let your curiosity win", she suddenly whispered as if she could read my mind! "You have my promise, you'll be perfectly safe."

I still didn't know if I could trust her, but... "Okay. Where do we have to go?"

"Just over to my place. Just a coupla blocks away."

My surprise at hearing she had a "place" disappeared when we got there; it was just the sort of "place" a person who lived out of a shopping cart would have. It was the very definition of the word "hovel": "small, miserable dwelling."

A single room in a rundown apartment building that should've been condemned. A pile of newspapers in one corner that looked like that's where she slept. Paint peeling off the walls, miscellaneous trash on the floor... I knew people lived like this, but I couldn't see how a person with any dignity could tolerate such degrading conditions. I was somewhat relieved to see there was no door in the door-frame; my biggest fear was that she was leading me into a trap, that the door would close behind me, and I'd find myself in a room with her confederates who'd rob me, rape me or worse. But there was no door to close! I found myself relaxing a little. Now what you have to know is that this whole time, this old lady was walking hunched over so that she barely came up to my shoulders. So now we're in this utterly disreputable room, and her voice changed! "It is time you learned the truth, Miss Charles," and now she's got this rich, mellow speaking voice you'd expect out of a news anchor, or a professor, or a Broadway actress! And she straightens up, and I swear she's taller than I am!

And she starts glowing! Like a bright blue light!

I had to shield my eyes; when it finally quit shining enough that I could look again, the old bag lady was gone! Standing in her place was a woman who looked like a Greek statue come to life... she was tall, beautiful and stately, She was dressed in one of those... y'know, like a toga, but I don't know what it's called for women... and her voice sounded young, but wise at the same time!

"Greetings, Deena."

I guess I was gawking; when I finally could talk, my voice came out in this pitiful little squeak. "Who... who are you?"

"You may call me Athena."

"Athena? Like the Greek goddess of wisdom and beauty?"

She smiled, a little. "Ahh. It is good to know that I have not been forgotten. Yes, your people in ancient times worshipped me as a goddess. The tales of what you now call 'Greek myth' were inspired by me and my fellow... 'beings'."

I remember saying something terribly profound then: "Oh wow, this is so weird! ...but what's that got to me?"

"As I told you before, we have been observing you. Not just recently, but your entire life. Your actions have been evaluated... and judged."

You know how those novels always talk about fear "gripping your heart like an icy hand"? Well, that's exactly what I felt right then! For some reason I thought this strange woman was going to strike me dead with a lightning bolt right there and then, and there was nothing I could do or say that'd stop her! "J-judged?? Oh no... no, please! Don't do anything to me! I - I'm sorry I said that nasty thing about Bob's wife yesterday! And - and that time in high school when I - -"

Then she chuckled. "Silence, please! Everyone engages in petty meanness now and again... including, I'm sad to say, my fellow 'beings' and me. But in the important areas of your life, you have proven yourself to be a decent and highly moral woman. Therefore..." and she held out her hand, "...it is our belief that you are worthy of possessing the Belt of Athena..." And her hand started glowing, and the Belt... this belt, around my waist... just materialized out of thin air! "...and of wielding its power wisely and well."

I got profound again: "Whoa! ...now I feel like I just stepped into a, a comic book or something..."

"You may refuse if you wish, of course. The Belt must be worn willingly."

"Wait a minute! I'm not refusing... I'm just having a hard time believing it."

"Perhaps if you experienced the power of the Belt for yourself, you would be convinced." She handed me the Belt.

I took it; it felt solid, but not heavy. "Uh... what if it won't fit?"

"It will fit."

I wrapped the Belt around my waist. Sure enough, it fit perfectly... and just touching the edge of the Belt to the buckle fastened it! (You noticed that too?) "Now, see the button on the buckle? The one with my profile on it?"

"Yes."

"Press it, and hold it for five seconds."

I took a breath, and pressed. I was ready for anything, I thought... anything but nothing. The button under my finger got slightly warm, perhaps, but nothing else seemed to be happening. And I said so.

"That's because the belt is attuning itself to your psyche, Deena. Now your touch, and only your touch, will activate its powers. Press the button again."

This time... the world around me seemed to glow with a faint golden light, and I felt a warmth spreading through my body like... almost like an low-level orgasm. I could feel no pain, no discomfort whatsoever... but I could feel the changes it was making in my body. I could feel my breasts swelling, pressing against the fabric of my T-shirt until it ripped through. I looked at my arms, and saw my muscles growing, larger and larger... until my biceps were bigger than any man's... and still they grew! My legs grew larger, the muscles standing out before my eyes. I could feel my clothes ripping to shreds all over my body from the pressure my muscles were now exerting. Suddenly the golden glow enveloped my vision; and when I could see again, I saw that now I was clad in this very costume, as you see me now. There was a mirror on the wall I hadn't noticed before; I was shocked by what I saw in the reflection, much as you were just now.

I think I giggled like a little girl. "This is incredible! My tits are huge now! And my arms..." I flexed my biceps, and couldn't believe how enormous they were! "My God, check out these muscles!"

Then I remembered who I was talking to! "Oops! I... I apologize for saying 'My God'. I hope I didn't offend you - -"

But she just laughed. "I'm no goddess! Yes, immortal, and yes, possessed of powers you would consider 'godlike'... but Someone created us as well."

"Then... who are you?"

"All you need know about me is that I am your mentor, and your associate, in your utilization of the Belt's great powers.

"Speaking of powers, there are a few things you need to know about the Belt..."

"Yeah, exactly what are my powers?" I asked. "I'm guessing super-strength, from the size of my muscles!"

"Oh, absolutely. You could easily lift this building off its foundations... or reduce it to rubble with a few well-placed blows of your fists."

"Really? But would it hurt?"

"Not at all. Because another of your powers is a high degree of invulnerability and resistance to pain. The punches that could collapse this building would feel like striking a pillow to you."

"Wow! Oh, and does that mean bullets would bounce off me too? That would be cool!"

"Bullets? Yes... but in the years since your people worshipped mine, your species has developed devices for generating destruction on a scale that surprises even us. I would not myself care to set my invulnerability against nuclear weapons, for example."

"Oh. Well, there goes the idea of destroying all the world's nukes."

Athena gave me a glance that seemed to say that that was not my concern anyway, and said, "Back to the matter of the Belt. The power you gain when you press its button should be sufficient for almost any situation if you use it wisely -"

"What do you mean?"

"Simply that mere application of strength is not always the solution. Strength must be used in combination with strategy and imagination. But there may be times when even this great strength will not be enough. When this happens, and you are certain to need more might... then rotate the button ninety degrees to your left."

"Like a knob?"

"Yes. Do so now, that you may understand the effect."

So I did. The button twisted around and clicked into its new position... and there was that wonderful warm feeling again! I managed to look in the mirror... and I could watch as my arms began growing even larger! My shoulders getting wider, my chest broader, even my tits swelling bigger! Unlike my clothes, though, this leotard thing could stretch as much as it needed to keep me covered... well, as much as it does, anyway.

"I'm guessing I'm stronger now?"

"All of your powers have increased by 400%... strength, flight speed, invuln -"

"Flight speed? You mean I can fly? L-like Superman?"

"Super -? Oh, the comics character. Yes, for the most part. You are limited to the planetary atmosphere, however; even you could not survive in the airless vacuum of space."

"Oookay. But say, why can't I just go to this... this 'Level 2' whenever I need?"

"'Level 2', as you term it, only lasts for three days. Whereas you could stay at 'Level 1' indefinitely, since the nutrition you take in on a daily basis is sufficient to sustain it. If you stay at 'Level 2' for more than three days, the Belt will automatically cycle you back down to Level 1.

"You must also be aware that there is a Level 3; this is 400% of the power of Level 2, which makes it 1600% of the power of Level 1. I think it would be ...instructive... to experience Level 3 at least once. Twist the button another 90 degrees to your left."

"You don't have to ask twice!" I said flippantly; I was ready to feel that awesome warmth again. But this time it was different; this time it felt like white-hot boulders were being jammed under my skin! It was actually somewhat painful! I watched as my body began to grow monstrously huge; by the time I was finished I looked like one of those drawings you showed me last week, by that guy, what's his name? Oh yeah, 'Wreck Shop'! But the discomfort didn't leave.

"Athena! This feels horrible! ...like I'm trying to hold back a diarrhea attack all over my body!"

"Call it a 'safety measure'... it's to make you certain that this level of power is absolutely necessary. Level 3 lasts for only two hours; you must before that time cycle back through Level 2 to Level 1, or the Belt will shut down, you will revert to normal form and not be able to use the Belt for four days. Use the powers of Level 2 and 3 only if you need them!

"Now, turn the button back to your right to return to Level 2."

I did so, with a tremendous sigh of relief. If I really did need level 3 powers, I'd sure get the situation solved in a hurry so I wouldn't have to stay at that level. I'd be angry the whole time! "Now I can cycle down to Level 1?"

"Of course. Remember that; you must cycle through the levels. Level 3 cannot be reached directly from Level 1 or from your normal form, neither Level 2.

"There are three other facts you should know about the Belt. As I told you earlier, only your touch can activate the Belt; removing the Belt will not affect your powers, nor can it be turned on accidently by bumping against a table or door, or anything like that. And while anyone can wear the Belt - indeed, the Belt will adjust its length to fit whoever puts it on - any other woman who wears it and tries to use it will see no effect."

"What about if a man puts it on?"

There was heat in Athena's voice as she replied, "Any male who wears the Belt and attempts to activate it will be destroyed! Instantly!!"

Even I was a little taken aback at that. "How come? Why so harsh on men? Not that I don't understand a little animosity -"

"It's - a longer story than I can tell here and now. That's of no concern. The second thing I must tell you is that, when you need my advice or my counsel, you may contact me through the Belt by simply holding in the button and speaking the words, 'Athena, hear me now'. My visage will appear to you in a form I believe your people call 'hologram', and we may thus converse. But be aware that I am not summoned idly or capriciously! Other cosmic matters demand my attention as well; seek my counsel only when needed.

"The final thing you must know is that the Belt will NOT allow you to use its power for Evil. If it senses such use, it will immediately deactivate, and you will not be able to use it again until you have performed an act of atonement."

"So... the Belt won't let me use it to cause harm to anyone?"

"I didn't say that. The Belt cannot read the future; any action you take using its powers may very well cause death and destruction, which is why you must use it wisely! The Belt can merely read your psyche, and detect your intentions."

Athena fell silent; so did I. After what seemed like an hour (but must've only been a few seconds), I said, "*whew* This is a lot to take in. But... the opportunity to do good, and to help people, it's hard to pass up. I just hope I prove worthy of your trust, Athena."

For the first time since she revealed her true self, she smiled a smile I could actually call "tender". "My dear child", she said, "were you not worthy of that trust already I would never have entered your life.

"I suggest now that you spend the next few hours getting familiar with your new form... and your new powers. And if you need me... truly need me... I will be there for you. Until then... farewell, Deena."

She sparkled and faded away, leaving me alone with my new powers... and my thoughts.

"And the rest, as they say," Dyna finished, flipping a lock of her reddish-blonde hair over her broad shoulder, "is history."

Scott shook his head. "Wow." He grinned. "Trite, and not very imaginative, I know, but it's the only word that seems to fit. Wow."

Dyna smiled. "Let's see. 'Gosh'. 'Jeepers'. 'Zoinks.' 'Homina homina'. 'Jinkies'." She giggled. "You're right. 'Wow' it is!"

"Yeah." He paused, then, "Oh, Dyna, if you only knew all the fantasies I've had the past few months that have suddenly come true..."

Dyna shot Scott a wry smile. "Remember, you told me some of them yourself... and I think I can guess what some of the rest are."

"Oh, God, that's right... I feel so embarrassed now, telling all of those ambitions and dreams I had to the very girl I was having then about!"

"About wanting to be my 'special friend', and all that? Well, that's come true too, hasn't it? More than you come imagine, right?"

"Yeah!" A little more boldly now, Scott began to stroke Dyna's forearm. "Can we... see about making some more fantasies come true?"

Dyna drew away. "Scott... there are some things we can't share when I'm in this form. It could be fatal for you."

Scott was crestfallen. "You mean... we'll never be able to make love again?"

Dyna smiled reassuringly. "Not when I'm in this form... I'd have to change back to my 'normal' form to do so." Her smile turned sultry. "But there are still things I can do for you..." In one fluid move, Dyna swept the top of her leotard down, her arms sliding out of the sleeves, until she was naked to the waist. Her breasts bounced gently as she raised her arms, flexing her magnificent muscles for Scott...