Strong to the Finish

“What just happened to me? Ugh, my poor flawless body feels like it was attacked by a grizzly bear.”

April North slowly got to her feet, using a few weight plates to help her up. Just a moment ago she was wooing Popeye while that lanky girlfriend of his sat in a heap on the ground. Then all of a sudden, she was getting punched harder than she’d ever felt. Everything after the first punch was a blur and by the time she had come to, she was alone in the gym. Each step caused April to groan as she made her way out to the main area of the gym, where all the boxing equipment was. Limping towards the counter area, April noticed a few fine shreds of clothing next to an opened can of sailor spinach. The fabric looked exactly like the kind Olive Oyl was wearing. Picking up the can of spinach, April saw there were a few leaves stuck to the bottom of the aluminum can. Was this why Olive Oyl was able to beat her into submission? Granted, there wasn’t much left, but April picked out the leaves, holding them in her hand. Shrugging, she pushed the spinach into her mouth, groaning slightly at the rapid movement of her arm and the aching pain it caused.

It didn’t take long for April’s body to tremble as her eyes widened. For a brief moment, April felt as though she was going to pass out however, that feeling passed quickly and instead, the aches and pains seemed to disappear. Staggering to the counter, April placed her shaking hands on it while breathing heavily, the heat rising in her body. Looking down, April felt every muscle in her body twitch before her vision was blocked by her breasts. She’d always been well-endowed but could only stare as they ballooned out right in front of her eyes to nearly three times their normal, D-cup size. In addition, April’s nipples hardened much more than she’d ever seen before and further strained her sweater. April’s eyes rolled back as her entire body bulked up, causing her mid-thigh length skirt to ride higher, exposing her underwear. Moaning loudly, she gained nearly a foot of height bringing her up to the height of Olive Oyl. “This is unbelievable! Where’s a mirror?!”

Before April could take a step in her strained high heeled boots, the euphoric feeling began to ebb as April shrank back down to her normal figure. It wasn’t fair! She hadn’t even gotten an opportunity to look at herself! She needed to get more spinach and knew exactly where to go and get it.

“Seriously Popeye, I get I’m not the strongest woman out there but I’m your woman, aren’t I?”

Situations like these were foreign to Popeye. He absolutely stunk at being compassionate which was why he carried himself with such bravado. “Sure you’re my woman Olive! You know I loves ya!”

Olive’s brow furrowed, trying to remain mad but dang it, Popeye had a way to derail her emotions like none other. “I’m gonna go take a shower Popeye. That workout and the fight got me all sweaty and my poor shredded clothes are all itchy.”

A few minutes after Olive Oyl left the room, Popeye heard a knock at the door. Opening it, the pipe fell out of his mouth. “Heya big boy, miss me?”

“April? What are ya doing here? How ya feelin’?”

Pushing the door open a bit further, April stuck her foot in the doorway, ensuring that Popeye wouldn’t be able to close the door. Giggling cutely, her voice changed timbre, becoming sultrier. “I’m a little sore. You think you could give me a massage?”

Stuttering, Popeye didn’t know how to respond. Generally, he’d jump at the opportunity but after getting berated by Olive Oyl, Popeye was a bit more apprehensive. “I’d love to, but I don’t think Olive would like that, ya know?”

April purposefully pouted her lips in response. “That’s too bad big boy. Would it be too much trouble for me to get a drink of water before I leave?”

“Well I mean I wouldn’t want ya leaving here thirsty. Go ahead. I’m gonna go check on Olive Oyl. Just let yourself out when you’re done, okay?”

April swayed her hips as she walked into the kitchen, thankful that Popeye couldn’t see her wincing while she used her derriere to tease him. The second she heard Popeye go up the stairs, April began tearing through the kitchen cabinets, looking for more of the sailor spinach. When she opened the pantry door, April’s eyes lit up like Christmas lights. She had expected Popeye to have a large supply on hand however, there were only two cans left. One was easily twice times the size of the other. Grabbing the larger can, April stuffed it into the waistband of her skirt, pulling her sweater over it. She then sauntered out to the living room, sitting back on the couch and hiding the spinach can behind a pillow.

Upstairs, Olive Oyl tossed the clothing she had been wearing since the fabric had torn in several places. “I’ll tell you what Popeye. That spinach of yours has some kind of effect on me. Being that strong was kinda fun, but I think I’d rather leave that to you going forward. I mean, what woman would want to be that big?”

Popeye’s face reddened as he thought about how Olive Oyl looked while beating April North to a pulp. “Right, yeah, why would anyone like that kind of body on a woman?”

Seemingly oblivious to Popeye’s arousal, Olive changed into a sweater and skirt. “Whatcha want for dinner? I should really get downstairs and get started. Wouldn’t want my man wasting away!”

Unsure whether April had left yet or not, Popeye stood in the doorway. “Oh Olive honey why don’t you just rest. I’m not really all that hungry anyway.”

“Nonsense! You’ve never not been hungry! Now move over Popeye.”

Using her abnormally long legs, Olive Oyl stepped over the vertically challenged sailor and walked down the stairs. As the living room came into view, April giggled, swinging a leg over the couch in a very provocative manner. Steam rolled out of Olive’s ears as she stomped down the rest of the stairs. “April! What are you doing here?! Didn’t you get enough at the gym?”

Popeye stumbled down the stairs and tried to intervene. “Olive love, she was just getting a drink of water. I swear she was just leaving.”

April winked at Popeye, further infuriating Olive as she pouted her lips seductively. “Leave? Why would I want to leave so soon? You don’t really want me to leave, do you big boy?”

“Screw this! I’m done with you trying to pick up my man!”

Olive Oyl ran to the kitchen flinging open the pantry and grabbing the can of sailor spinach. As she came back to the living room, Olive tilted her head back swallowing the entire contents of the can in one large gulp. Popeye’s eyes widened as he took a step back up the stairs while April stayed on the couch. For April, this was the first time she would be able to witness the transformation.

Olive’s face turned red as she breathed heavily. It started in her chest, as her rather meager chest ballooned out, forcing the sweater to ride up, exposing her stomach which was quickly becoming far more defined. Popeye sat down on the stairs, his hands covering his lap as Olive hunched over momentarily before her entire body widened, muscle packing onto every part of her. The sweater and skirt both gave way quickly as the already tall Olive Oyl gained several inches of height while her body mass tripled. The veins in her bony arms and legs pulsated as her appendages bulked out, her biceps shredding the fabric as they approached softball size. “Now, are you ready for a second beatdown? Get off the couch so I don’t end up breaking it!”

April stood and turned her back to Olive as she pulled the large can of sailor spinach out from behind the pillow. While Olive Oyl screamed at her to turn and face her, April tilted her head back, downing the entire can in three comically large mouthfuls. Turning back to face Olive, April walked over towards her as she felt the heat rise inside her body. Now standing toe to toe, Olive Oyl was nearly two feet taller than April. “You got the better of me once today darling. There will not be a second time.”

In a fit of rage, Olive gripped April’s arms with her large hand, hoisting her up off the ground. “You think a simple can of spinach is enough to best me? Only Popeye’s spinach will work!”

“That my dear, is why I came here.”

A wry smile crept over April’s face as Olive gasped. She was holding April so high; her chest was eye level with Olive. That gave the muscular Olive Oyl a perfect view as April’s nipples both hardened, thickening to the size of soda cans. Moaning loudly, April’s chest surged forward at such a rapid pace, one of her nipples poked Olive in her eye, causing Olive to cry out and drop April to the ground. When her feet hit the ground, the hardwood floor cracked, echoing through the house. The cute heeled boots were the first casualty as April’s feet, ankles, and calves all grew larger, splitting the footwear in half. The growth moved up April elongating legs as her thighs thickened to three times their previous size. Popeye’s eyes bulged out of his head as he watched. From the waist down, April possessed the body of a powerful Greek God while maintaining the femininity of a Goddess. As April grew taller, her stomach stretched longer, developing a chiseled eight-pack look. Laughing now, April was the same height as Olive who could only stare, slack-jawed at the sight. “You mean… you found a can?”

Now several inches taller than Olive Oyl, April flexed her entire body, making her frayed sweater burst off completely, as well as her bra, skirt and panties. The growth now centered around April’s shoulders and arms, both biceps curled upwards as April raised her arms up. Passing softball size quickly, Olive Oyl shrieked as April’s biceps attained soccer ball size. As her body widened, the blonde hair of April’s grew longer, cascading down to her rock-hard backside. With a near feral scream, one last explosion of growth occurred as April grew to nine feet tall, a full foot taller than Olive, and her body widened and thickened even more. Words could no longer describe the kind of body April possessed. Greek Gods and Goddesses alike would feel ashamed in comparison. The only fat left on April’s body was in her chest, though even her breasts looked as though they could knock down a tree. “Now then, what were you saying about roughing me up again?”

Though a bit more apprehensive, Olive Oyl gritted her teeth and ball her hands into fists. “The bigger they are, the harder…”

She put all her effort into a punch directly into April’s midsection. Popeye cringed as the sound of bones breaking rung through the rafters. Olive Oyl howled in pain as she recoiled, holding her hand. April didn’t just look like a chiseled statue; her body had the density of one! April wasted no time in reaching out, gripping Olive Oyl’s hair and pulling, bringing Olive’s face upward to meet April’s gaze. Grinning from ear to ear, April pulled Olive’s face in between her massive medicine ball sized breasts and flexed, tightening her arms around the outside of her chest. The pressure was so immense, Olive Oyl was certain her head was going to explode. She screamed out but couldn’t even hear herself as the flesh covering her ears blocked out all forms of sound. April twisted her upper body, sending Olive Oyl careening through the air toward the couch. When she landed, the entire backing of the couch snapped off, turning the furniture into what looked more like a large bed. “Popeye! Do something! She’s going to kill me!”

Popeye stood up and reached for his spinach, only to find an empty pocket. When Olive Oyl used it earlier at the gym, Popeye hadn’t had time to restock. Laughing weakly, Popeye shrugged. “You took my last can Olive. There’s nothin’ I can do!”

For the next fifteen minutes, April treated Olive Oyl like a ragdoll, tossing her around the room. The only saving grace for Olive was that her own body was extremely strong and could withstand the pummeling April was giving out. Still, Olive’s body ached from the tips of her hair all the way down to her toenails. With one final attempt, Olive ran full speed towards the herculean blonde. A few feet away, Olive dove, aiming at April’s kneecaps, hopeful that with enough force, she could at least disable her! Right as Olive left her feet, so did April. Rather than moving toward Olive however, April jumped straight up in the air, her calves and thighs rippling as she did. Olive’s attack missed and April, tucking her feet, landed directly on Olive’s back with her knees, eliciting a strained scream from olive. “I think that’s enough punishment for you Olive. Be a doll and have a seat right over there.”

April stood and grabbed Olive’s neck from behind, throwing her toward a wall. Slamming her head against it, Olive groaned as she slid downwards, her butt landing in the seat of a chair. With Olive disposed of, April’s attention went to the stairs, where Popeye stood. Curling her finger toward him, Popeye obliged, walking toward the Amazonian April North. Once close enough, April grabbed Popeye by the shirt, tearing his pants off with one slash of her other hand. Looking back to Olive, who was still conscious, she laughed and walked to the tattered couch. “Olive, we might be even on the beatings, but now it’s time for you to deal with the humiliation I felt at the gym. Just sit back, relax, and watch how a real woman takes care of her man!”

Throwing Popeye onto the couch, April straddled him, pressing her breasts around his face, shaking from side to side. Olive Oyl tried to stand up, but her body was so heavy and sore, she couldn’t even lean forward enough to try. Mounting Popeye, April cooed happily while Popeye’s body reacted the way any man’s body would when being ridden by a large-breasted Amazon. Looking down at the man, April flexed her biceps, giving Popeye an eyeful of muscle, which elicited a moan from Popeye. As April rolled her hips harder, she turned her head to Olive, grinning wickedly. “He’s Popeye the sailor man, but I’ve got the master plan! I’m strong to the finish cause I eat me spinach, I’m April the Amazonian!!!”