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Becca stood by the nearest window and held the ring up to the light. She frowned, it was so cool that she could have what she wanted, but what good was getting what you wanted when you had to wear such an ugly ring?

"Oh well," she sighed and was just about to slip the ring back onto her finger when she heard John let out a deep grunt which was followed by Chad yelling. Becca turned and saw her boyfriend holding Chad in the air over his head.

"Are you going to apologize?" John yelled. "You didn't know I was this strong, did you?" John began to press Chad's body up and down with ease. Becca saw that the sleeves of John's shirt were pulled right around his enormous arms. Small splits were beginning to form as his biceps and triceps pumped and worked against the thin fabric.

Clem was circling John trying to find a way to get Chad down. He reached up and grabbed John's hand trying to pry his grip off of Chad. John shot Clem an angry look and, quick as a flash, shifted Chad's body so that it was on his right shoulder freeing his left hand. He then used said left hand to grab Clem around the throat and lift him off the ground.

John smiled and began to walk towards Becca, showing off his new strength but his feet got caught up and he tripped. The last thing Becca thought before John, Clem and Chad crashed into her was, "Is John bigger?"

The two boys crash landed on Becca causing the hand holding the ring to fly back and sending the little source of power sailing out the window.

- - -

Alexandra York was sitting at the coffee shop patio at the student union near the dorms reading a book. At least she had been reading up until that ungrateful bitch Pam Brent and her friend Sara Gates sat down at the table right behind her. Pam was, as usual, complaining about her boyfriend, Mark.

Alex had known Mark since the two of them were in grade school and had held a huge crush on him ever since. In Alex’s mind, she and Mark had been friends for a while, especially one summer — one dream of a summer — when they had played basketball almost every day for a few weeks when Mark’s other friends were away, but they had drifted apart after that and Mark barely acknowledged Alex's existence when they entered high school. Alex never held it against him. He was busy with his track events and she knew how important it was to him. She was always there to watch and cheer for him. She just never could be mad at him, even if he paid no attention to her. Alex frequently saw Pam with him, but whenever she saw Pam on her own she was always complaining about Mark. Pam was convinced that he was always checking out other girls’ bodies or looking for some one else to "trade up to."

This kind of talk always made Alex's blood boil. How dare that spoiled bitch talk down about Mark! Pam didn't know how good she had it to be able to spend so much time with such a wonderful and sexy man, especially since it was obvious she wasn’t even Mark’s ideal. Otherwise Mark wouldn't have been looking at other girls. Wasn't it obvious? It was a blessing Alex would have given anything to share. All Alex wanted to do was to spend time with him again, like they had that summer, and make him happy and make sure he knew how amazing he was.

Alex wasn't pretty, and she was very aware of this fact. She could be described as plain at best and though she was tall (just under 5 foot 9 inches) she was nearly flat-chested and her hips were narrow. Added to that was the fact that her face was angular, her hair was thin, dark brown and ratty and became oily only an hour after she washed it. She had just about given up hope that her body would develop the kind of feminine curves that Pam and other girls Mark dated had, but she still hoped that one day Mark would recognise her love and devotion, which was far more important than the superficial things other girls used to get Mark’s attention. Of course this didn’t stop her from endlessly analysing him, and boys in general, to find some secret thing like a scent, a colour or a new style of dress, that would attract Mark to her and bind them together for all time. And so she kept her distance from her crush, for now, until one day she would find the secret to bring her love back to her forever.

But now, listening to that whiny little brat talk crap on Mark yet again was enough to send her over the edge. Alex was just about to get up and give Pam a piece of her mind when something landed on her table.

Alex set her book down and found a gold ring sitting there. She picked it up and examined it. It wasn't the nicest looking ring she'd ever seen, in fact it was slightly dingy and a little dented. Such a shame that someone would toss this away just because it wasn't the prettiest ring out there. The ring reminded Alex of herself, discarded for being ugly. She slid it on her finger and the world became brighter.

‘Oh my god,’ she whispered to herself. ‘You're no ordinary ring, are you?’

‘That’s right. With me, whatever you want can be yours,’ came a response in her mind.

Alex smiled wide. ‘You even talk back! Well, that's good, because there are a lot of things that I want."

Just as she was about to consider how she would change her look to be more attractive to Mark, she saw Pam and Sara walking ahead of her, talking. ‘Ring, can you let me hear everything they say?’

‘Of course!’

Alex suddenly could hear everything that Pam said while she was chatting cattily with Sara Gates,. They were taking about the boys they knew and laughing at their superficiality, their lack of style and the flaws in their bodies and behaviour. As usual, each of Pam’s statements slighting Mark made Alex more upset.

How could she say he dressed like a geek? He was so cool not to care too much about superficial things!

How could she laugh at his runner’s physique? Mark could be bigger if he wanted, but he obviously decided fitness was more important than just piling muscle on muscle.

How could she complain that he spent too much time studying and not enough on her, or that he didn't work hard enough to get just the right gift for her birthday? Wasn't the reason obvious? That was no flaw! His work was so much more important than Pam was! And obviously — fortunately — he just didn't care that much about her!

“Yeah, yeah, and you know how ALL guys are ’breast men’?” Pam was saying, pulling her blouse down to accentuate her well-shaped bust. “All you have to do to distract them is shake these around a little and they totally lose their train of thought. I mean, how pathetic, how PRIMITIVE is that!” Pam shook her shoulders, let her boobs swing and they both laughed, while Alex looked down at her own quite meager “assets”. She reddened with shame and envy. Boys never reacted to her like that. They probably didn't even know she WAS a girl! Stupid boys! Stupid body!! She was about to use her ring to change EVERYTHING when her ears caught something else.

“But, Sara, do you want to hear something funny about Mark?”

“Sure! What?” she asked, waiting for the next delicious bit of juicy gossip.

“You won’t believe this! He keeps it a secret. He’s into muscles!”

Sara looked confused. “What do you mean? You mean he’s really gay?”

Alex panicked. He COULDN’T be gay. He MUSTN’T be!

“No! He’s into muscles on girls! I was in town once and I spotted him coming out of a theatre. I was wondering what kind of show he was going to without me, whether he was going out with someone else secretly but it turned out it was a bodybuilding competition! Women’s bodybuilding!”

“You’re joking! I never knew! I thought you said he’s a breast man!”

“He is!”

“But ... well, ok, I guess he can be both, but most girls don't have muscles, not really.” Sara was holding out her arm. “I mean, I do. I used to be a gymnast, and I get muscled up easily. But I thought boys hated girls who have bigger muscles than they do. At least all the boys I ever knew. I always have to hide mine! Why would he like that?”

“I don’t KNOW! You think boys make ANY sense?! And they think WE’RE illogical!”

“Yeah ... but at least likes you, right? I mean, you have a little muscle. Not as much as me, but, I mean --”

“Yeah, I know.” She did a quick bicep flex and laughed. “This lil’ ol’ muscle doesn't interest him. After I found out about his little pet interest I tried flexing for him a couple of times, but he just looked away. I guess my muscles weren’t big enough. But I realised his fantasies are kind of different. I saw it all on his computer one day, when he left and the password hadn't kicked in for some reason. I did a search and found he has a whole directory hidden with his science labwork, full of pictures of girls with muscles, big muscles, a lot bigger than yours and mine AND his put together, for sure. Sometimes they're girls with with superpowers and super-strength!” She grinned. “You should see some of them. And then he also has stories saved on his computer. Hundreds of them. Some of them are really bad!”

“I don't get it.”

“Me neither, not really, but listen. I checked which were his favorites, you know, by how many times he read them, and then I copied those onto my memory stick so I could read them without rushing, to see what I was missing about him.”

“Wow! Like you're seeing right into his brain! So tell me!”

“This what I found. It’s not just a physical thing. It’s not only the muscles, it’s also about power. And it’s not a masochistic thing, it’s about superiority and control, not pain. And it's not only a domination thing. His favorite stories are all about the guy losing power, about becoming more helpless, about trying to fight back, and then losing to the girl. Like she’s the one taking the power away from him. That really turns him on.”

Sara stared at Pam intently. “That's really interesting. Sooo, is that a turn off for you?”

”Not really. I thought it was strange at first, but then I decided it was a good thing. I mean, if deep down he wants to lose power to me, well, hey, I don't mind having the power in the relationship. So I've been working out, especially my arms cause he likes biceps, and kind of ramping up the bossiness, a little, being more aggressive, emotionally AND physically, more demanding, seeing if he goes with it. I mean, he just might find it irresistible. You know? And then maybe I can kind of control him? I mean, it could be absolutely the ideal thing — be as bitchy and demanding as I can AND making myself his ideal girl in the process. Maybe even now he's imagining me with superpowers!” She laughed maniacally and then they both giggled normally.

Sara laughed. “You're so evil, Pam! Enslaving him with his own secret fantasy, without him even knowing it!”

“It’s not evil if it’s what he really wants, right?” Pam laughed.

“I guess. And, is it working?”

“I'm not sure. I think a part of him feels threatened, but on another level he’s really turned on -- you kind of notice these things as a girlfriend, you know?”

“Oh! Really?”

“Uh huh. Even though he’s fighting it, I’ll keep going with it and see what happens. Worst comes to worst, I’ll write it up for Psychology. Or maybe Cosmo.”

“You ARE evil!”

“Heh, heh. Only a little.”

Alex was fuming. Pam was so manipulative! But what bothered her was not that she was taking advantage of knowing Mark’s secret desires. No! That part was really interesting. And important! It was that Pam, was acting out of pure selfishness, rather than love! She wanted to control Mark for her own advantage, not because it was what he wanted, not to make HIM happy! She WAS evil. TRULY evil!! She had to act to protect Mark!

‘Ring, can you do things to her?’

‘Of course. I can do anything to her that you can conceive.’

‘Oooh, I hate her so much! Take her boobs away. Make her as flat-chested as she was when she was 7 years old. And change her top to something really tight, really bright and with letters across the front where her boobs should be, saying, uh, I know, ‘I’m still WAITING!!”’

“All at once?”

“NOW!”

In a flash the change occurred. Sara was staring at Pam. “Uh, Pam! Look at you! What just happened?”

Pam was thinking about the next step in her plan for Mark, but she felt a bit chilly, and lighter. “Huh? What do you mean?” Something in her field of vision seemed wrong and she glanced down ... and screamed. “Agghhh! What happened?!!! My boobs!!”

“And your really nice blouse!”

“Fuck my top!” She put her hands to her chest. “I’ve got nothing! Nothing!!” Her eyes were wide, hysterical. “This can't be!!” She ran crying to her room, while Sara checked herself, sighed in relief and then followed behind her, more slowly, careful not to get too close.

Alex was fascinated by what she had done. It was so easy! The ring was amazing!! She could do anything! She wanted to ask the ring to let her see what Pam was doing, all the way to her room, to hear what she was saying, to know what she was thinking. She’d forgotten to take her muscles away too, to make her as weak as Sara, or weaker. Then she wouldn’t be able to tempt Mark at all!

But she had a feeling she had done enough. Mark was more important. Now that she knew all this she could make sure SHE was the one he wanted.

‘Um, ring, those stories Pam mentioned. Can you get them for me?’

‘Of course.” There was a pause. “How would you like them?’

‘Oh, in a book. Computers are so annoying.” A very large book appeared on the floor in front of her. “No, no, that’s too big. I can't read all of those! Take it away!’ The book disappeared.

‘Does Mark really read that much?’

‘These stories represent 96% of the fictional, non-University-required reading Mark does.”

“I guess that shows how much this kind of stuff interests him. She started walking back to her dorm. “I like small books. Divide up, the stories by type, like the Internet sites themselves use, and put Mark’s favourites at the beginning of each book, the ones he reads the most the most often. Put them on all on a new shelf in my room, and, um, can you ‘transport’ me there, like on Star Trek?’

‘Of course.’

When Pam appeared back in her room the large book had been replaced by 42 smaller ones. ‘And label them! So I know what type I'm reading!’ Do I have to tell you everything?’

‘Yes.’

There was now a row of books in dark leather covers, titled in old-fashioned gold lettering. ‘Oooh! Fancy! Nice job! Let’s see. ’Draining and other Transfers’ ’Super-Powers’ ’Muscle Growth’ ’Magic’ ‘Science’ ‘Accidental’ ‘New World’ ‘Role Reversal’ ‘Natural Growth’ ’Female Superiority’ ’Brothers and Sisters’ ’Husbands and Wives’ ’Teen Muscle’ ’Femdom’ ‘Fighting and Wrestling’. What's that?‘

“Female domination,” the ring explained. “That’s what they call it.”

‘Ha! Funny name. There's a lot of fighting and wrestling stories. I guess Mark doesn't much like them. Good. I don't like fighting either. We are SO in sync!’ She picked the first volume up. ‘I’d like something to drink while I read. Tea. Earl Grey. Hot.’ She settled onto her bed and after instructing the ring to make time stop until she finished, she read avidly for 10 days, although outside her room no time passed at all.

After she finished she declared, ‘Ring, I am so happy! I KNEW Mark and I are were perfect for each other before, and I was so right! Having complete superiority and power over him is exactly what I want, and it’s what he wants too, even though he doesn't know it! We are so lucky! I’m going to make him so very happy! Now, where is he?’

‘108 miles above Earth.’

‘What?!! What’s he doing there?’

‘He defeated Superman and now he is using his super-vision to ogle girls.’

Alex’s mouth dropped open in shock. ‘Mark’s super?! How could I not know?’

The ring paused. ‘No one knows but Superman and him.’

“But that’s ridiculous. He wants to be weak, not all-powerful!! Poor Mark!” She stood up. “How could he keep it a secret?”

‘Mark has been super for only 9 hours.’

‘9 hours? What was he before?’

The ring paused. ‘He was the normal Mark Harding, as you know him.’

‘I'm really confused. How did he become so powerful?’

‘He found the ring and used it, but then he took it off and it has found its way to you.’

Understanding what happened took several seconds to resonate through Alex. ‘Ohhhhhh. Poor Mark!’ she finally exclaimed.

The ring waited.

‘He doesn't know! He has no idea, no conscious idea of what he needs to be happy!’

The ring waited.

‘He’s up there, with all the power in the world, beating Superman, ogling girls from a distance. He must be absolutely miserable! But everything is happening for a reason. You, ring, have come to me for a reason. Unconsciously, this is exactly what Mark wanted, and now I’m going to make all our dreams come true!”

Alex took a deep breath.

“Ring, he shouldn't know how all this happens, so make him forget he had you and then ...

‘...take away his superpowers and bring him here.’

‘Dead or alive?’

‘Alive, of course.’

‘I just thought I should tell you, that if I take away his powers now, he will die from cold and lack of air.’

Alex looked at the ring and sighed. ‘Do I have to tell you how to do everything?’

‘No, I’m quite good at knowing that. But you do have to tell me what and when.”

Alex felt as though the ring was looking up at her, grinning, thinking how superior to her it was. That’s how people always acted. The ring was just the same! She was tempted to rip the ring from finger and throw it out the window. That would show it! She got as far as putting her fingers on it and tugging, when she realized what she would lose. Instead, she closed her thumb and forefinger around it and squeezed hard for ten seconds. There! That showed it who was boss!

She opened the “Super-Powers” book and leafed through, looking for a particular story. ‘Ah! Make a meteor hit him in the shoulder. It breaks apart. He wobbles a bit in orbit. His super-vision fades. He starts to fall. He feels his super-strength going. But it’s not gone, not yet. Ok what’s he doing?’

‘He looks anxious. He’s brushing the meteor dust off his shoulder. He’s falling back to Earth.’

’Where?’

‘Toward Africa. He can't see where he’s going. His vision is normal, so he can't see through the clouds.’

Alex bit her lip hard, almost drawing blood. She hadn't thought things through, as usual. And the ring hadn't warned her. She wanted to squeeze the ring again to punish it, but there wasn't time. ‘Take away half his flying power so he’s losing control, and change his course back toward campus. He’s still invincible, completely, so he won't get hurt, but take away 75% of the powers he has left, and I want him to feel it happen.’

‘OK. He’s very upset.’

‘It’s what he wants, and he’ll be happier in the end. I know it. Where is he now?’

‘Nearly here.’

‘Make him crash in the woods, out of control. As soon as he's standing, take all the rest of his powers away. Make him feel it. Make him feel like he's weaker than before, but just by comparison to having super-powers. ’Cause he won't really be weaker than before, at least not yet.’

‘It's done. He’s staggering back toward campus.’

‘I want to see what Pam’s doing. Awwww, still crying! Good. She won't be going to Mark’s room now, not the way she looks. Give her a little paunch in her belly. Bigger. Perfect. I like the way it makes that little t-shirt separate from her pants! And take away the extra biceps she developed. I want her arms to go back to the way they were when she was, like 15.’

Alex was smiling broadly. ‘Now me. You're going to make me perfect for Mark, but nobody else will notice the changes in me. I just want to focus on Mark! Ok. I need to be bigger on top, of course, because all the girls in his favorite stories have breasts, but NO SAGGING, so, not too big. Maybe a ’B’ cup, for once in my life! Or just a little bit too big for a ’B’ cup.’ She looked down. ‘No, a bit bigger than that. And firmer. And rounder. Uh huh. Well, just a tiny bit bigger. Not THAT tiny a tiny bit. C’mon. More. More. A little bit more. Ok. No. More. Ok. But I said NO sagging! Higher. Higher. Ok. That’s better, but it took forever! Jeez, you have a lot of powers but you don't know anything about breasts, do you?’

The ring was silent.

Alex turned her torso and admired her profile in the mirror. ‘Don't you have anything to say for yourself?’

‘I do not have a self.’

‘Ha ha. Yeah, right. You use the word ’I’, you have kind of a sense of humor, although it’s not the kind I think is funny, at all, and you like to make trouble, but you say you don't have a “self”? Yeah, whatever that means!’

The ring was silent.

‘I don't want to change my face, or it wouldn't be me, but make my skin less oily, and I want my hair a richer color. It’s so blah. Yeah, more. More. That's good. And I need more hips and butt, to balance what I've got on top now. Uh huh. More. More. Rounder butt. And firmer. Hey! Uh huh, uh HUH! Beats putting on makeup. Get it? Yeah. What's he going to think of me NOW!’

‘At first he won't know that it’s you.’

‘Ha! You can say that again! He hasn’t noticed me since before high school, when the other girls started getting curves and I didn't. Just tiny-cup bumps instead of breasts, and no hip and no ass. Ha! Not anymore! I’d stand in front of him and he wouldn't even notice I was there.’ Alex was getting angrier. ‘He doesn't even know I followed him here to Local State or that I take three classes with him, which I don't even like! He doesn't even know we’re in the same dorm!!’

The ring was silent.

‘Well! He’ll do more than notice me now. The next time he WILL see me. And then he’ll see me change his life! Both our lives!’ She struck a pose in front of the mirror. ‘Ooooh. SexyAlex! SupersexyAlex!’ She turned her hips from side to side and grinned, but when held her arm up and flexed her biceps she frowned. ‘Just look at that! No muscle at all! I’m worse than Pam!’ She glared at her image angrily. ‘That is so pathetic for a girl trying to attract a guy who loves muscles. Ring, Show me what my arm would look like with Mark’s muscles. In the mirror. Oooh! That’s a little better. Look how it curves up.’ She stared at it critically but then frowned. ‘But Pam said some of the girls in the pictures he keeps on his computer have bigger muscles than Mark and Pam put together. What if this isn't big enough? How big a muscle would I have if I were twice as strong as him? Oooh! Look at that! Three times? Four? Wow! It’d be really hard too!” She shifted position, looking at her reflection straight on. ‘How would the rest of me look?’ She gasped. ‘Those shoulders! That chest! It makes my bust look even bigger! I feel so powerful just LOOKING at myself. I can’t imagine what Mark will think!’ She was breathing hard now, seeing herself through Mark’s muscle-hungry eyes. Her face flushed and her hand drifted down to her crotch and started rubbing herself through her jeans, then lay down on the bed, opened her pants and started again. ‘Oh ... god! This is ... gonna be ... so in..CRE..di..ble!’ She rubbed harder, then faster and faster. ‘Oh god!! It’s going to be SOOOOO great!’ She calmed down and her breathing slowed. ‘Ok Ring, where is he?’

‘He’s four hundred yards from the dorm.’

‘He’s so slow! It’s been DAYS since I’ve seen him. All I’ve done is read his stories and changed my looks.’ She looked at the mirror. “Make my muscles normal again. A little bigger. Bigger. Ok. That’s fine for a start. But I'm not dressed right! And my hair’s not brushed. Make it look brushed. That’ll do. And a t-shirt. A pink t-shirt. Lighter. OK. And no bra! My breasts have to be firmer, so they don’t look like they sag at all under the t-shirt! The stories all say ’no sag’. Higher. Higher. Yeah. Now, it should say something across my chest. My AMAZING chest. How about “Girl” because now he’ll really know I'm a girl. No, that’s too obvious. Better make it, ’GIRLS’ -- ’cause these new breasts are my ’girls’, and when I get muscles he’ll see ’girls’ and muscles. Hey, look how the letters are stretched! He’s almost here. He’s almost here! I’m going down to see him. Ohmygod! What will I say to him? What will I say?’

****

After what began as the best day Mark ever imagined, now everything was back to normal, and normal felt crushing. He had been the most powerful being on Earth, maybe the universe, more super than Superman. Then, struck by a random meteor, he lost it all. Landing near school was as much a miracle as getting his powers, which strangely he could not remember, but that wasn't the point. He could have done anything, taken anything, had any girl, beaten any man, and now he was just a normal man. The thought that he was a mere plaything, the butt of a cosmic joke occurred to him, but he wasn't the philosophic or religious type, and the thought faded quickly. The feeling of injustice remained. He looked at the other students, guys who were stronger than he or better with girls, girls who would never give him a second look but would have been at his feet, begging for his notice, just half an hour ago. Now, they noticed only his bedraggled clothes, or didn't notice him at all.

Nearly back to the dorm, he considered, and rejected, going to Pam for comfort. She had been acting strange lately, even more bossy and aggressive than usual. That wasn't what he wanted. A long shower, takeaway pizza and beer, a locked door and then something to forget the day. It wouldn’t take much. A few favourite pictures and stories from his private folder would top it off.

“Hey, uh, Mark,” said an oddly familiar voice. He turned, confused, to the girl. He knew the voice but didn't know why. He knew the nose and eyes, but there was nothing familiar about the body. She was nearly as tall as he, but she looked bigger, with a massive “DD” bust, amazingly firm looking, and round hips and butt. Nice fit arms, though nothing super special. Still, she must weigh at least 20 pounds more than his slim runner’s body. He stared harder, trying to place her. She wasn’t ’beautiful’, but that body! How could that body know his name without him knowing hers?

“Come on, Mark! It’s me, Alex. Alex. From home? Alex. Alexandra. Alexandra York.”

“Alex?” he said, his eyes ranging up and down, trying to register how Alex could possibly go with that body. Although ... he hadn't seen her in years, since high school, and girls’ bodies did develop, sometimes unexpectedly. “What are you doing at Local State?”

“I‘m a student here, Mark,” she said, a step closer, “like you.”

“You are? I ... Are you at the Jefferson campus?”

“Noooo! Here!” she said, slightly annoyed.

“Here? No! Oh, you must have just transferred! Where were you? O.S.U.?”

Alex sighed deeply, more annoyed, until the thrill of her breasts moving beneath her t-shirt and the resulting loss of eye contact with Mark more than compensated. “No, silly, I came here right after I graduated, a year after you!” She barely resisted adding she saw him daily at breakfast and lunch, walked behind him from the dorm to the classes they shared and sat exactly three rows behind him at twelve lectures a week.

“Huh! Funny how at a big school there are some people you just don't run into” he said.

“Yeah. Um, do you want to come up and have some tea? We can, you know, catch up.” She pulled her t-shirt down to smooth it over her breasts, as she'd seen girls with breasts do for years, and thrilled again as Mark’s eyes went down to her chest and after lingering rose back up again. What a neat trick! She wanted to shake them and see what happened, but decided to wait.

Mark had no taste for tea, and he felt hesitant about going to another girl’s room, especially in the same building where he and Pam lived. Alex was more than a bit awkward, and he had another reason for avoiding her, so he started to excuse himself. “Um, I kind of need a shower, and I have some --

“Oh, but I LIKE your smell!” she blurted out, then bit her lip and put her hand over her mouth and twisted her shoulders back and forth, making her breasts bounce. She laughed awkwardly, “Come on! Just for a few minutes. I'm on the, uh, third floor,” she said and went toward the stairs. Mark was sure it was a bad idea. Then he considered the heavy bouncing within her t-shirt. Yes, she was even a bit more “off” than he remembered, but WHAT a body! How could he have NOT noticed her?!