Hi folks, this is my first female growth story, hope you enjoy

Spider-Man confronts his sometimes foe, sometimes ally Black Cat at a secret Stark Industries Lab. But what exactly is being developed there?

My name is Poppy Chirlwell - whom the doctors will no doubt be referring to as "Test Subject 179" - and this is my account of how my life changed forever.

The doctors told me to write them some thoughts about what happened to me during the process, and these are they.

Ironcleft Genesis was once the prologue to a story set in the present day. That present-day story has not been written... this "prologue" ran away with itself.

In the present day, a clan of "hillbillies" in the Appalachian mountains is discovered in an isolated valley. I intend that unwritten story to cover the super-human attributes of the inhabitants of Ironcleft from the viewpoint of a team sent to study them.

I wrote this fanfic about four years ago. After a slight touch-up, I'm reposting it here.

DISCLAIMER: These characters are the property of Nintendo. This fan fiction uses the scenario of the Nintendo DS game "Super Princess Peach". I did not create the characters nor the scenario that inspired my take. Thank you for reading.

This is my first entry into the world of female muscle stories. It revolves around a fantasy South American tribe of naturally strong and beautiful women. They have become strong through their daily work in keeping the village.
Please feel free to pass on any constructive comments you have and enjoy!

Biceps in a Bottle
by Marknew and Steve the Z

“Oof!” Marty said as he pushed against the refrigerator. “This thing’s so heavy!”

“I know it is, dear,” Mary said. “But it’s simply been ages since I cleaned under it!”

Marty braced his shoulder against the big appliance and pushed against the tiles with his feet. The fridge moved about an inch, then stopped.

Wiping his perspiring brow, Marty glared at the Kelvinator. “Damn thing must weigh at least a ton!”

“Honey, I know you're trying as hard as you can. Maybe we'll have to call in Jerry the handyman."

The Superior Machine
by Marknew and Steve the Z

“What was it you wanted to show me, Dear?” Nancy said as she came down the stairs into the basement and entered her husband’s ‘laboratory’.

“My new invention!” David said proudly, waving his hand at a gleaming metal cabinet that stood against the wall.

Nancy stared at the machine.

“It’s nice,” she said. “I like all the glass, the colored lights and the wobbly things on it.”

“Those are dials and voltage and current indicators.” David said condescendingly.

I can, in my idle time, rattle off the names of dozens and dozens of female bodybuilders, figure competitors, and fitness girls from memory, at least those who have been on the scene since the early 90’s when I realized, with a large sense of personal liberation, that I like muscular women. There I said it. I’ll say it one more time. I like muscular women! And I don’t give a damn who knows and who doesn’t like it. Screw them. Now I must warn those of you like me who want nothing more than to be in a relationship with a woman with a wonderfully tight and muscular body.

This is a series of stories about my girlfriend Karen, and how she became much stronger than me. www.fbbfantasy.blogspot.com

Thanks.