[Tara Cross = Amazon Riot] Stories~collected (2024)

Start Me Up
By Tara Cross
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I ran down the hallway. Now I was back in my room, unable to concentrate on what I was
doing. Before too long, I was lost in thought. Minutes turned into an hour and one hour
became two. Suddenly, my attention was broken by a pounding headache.

I tried to shake it off, but the pain would not subside. I walked into the bathroom,
splashed cold water on my face and took a couple of Motrin. Nothing seemed to make the
dull pain go away. I walked over to the window, opened it wide and took a deep breath of
the chilly November air.

I took off my jacket and changed into a black T-shirt and jeans and sat down, taking a
few more pills for my raging headache. Again, I splashed water on my face, but the pain
only grew more intense. I rubbed my neck, trying to ease the tension.

I touched my forehead and realized it was moist with sweat. It felt like I had a raging
fever so I walked over to the window and stood there again. The air felt good, refreshing,
but did nothing to relieve the pain, which was becoming more intense. I stood at the
window, the cool breeze gently blowing through my hair. I stared up, drawn to the new
moon, which hung low and perfectly round in the autumn sky.

The pain grew too intense and I clenched my teeth. I struggled back to the sink and
turned on the water but was startled by the reflection I saw in the mirror. My hair was
longer? It now reached almost down to my shoulders.

"What the hell?" I thought.

My thought was cut short by a sharp pain in the middle of my back. I grabbed the sink
with both hands, arms apart and trembling.

"This can't be good." I thought.

Suddenly I could see the veins in my arms, straining against the skin. I was trembling all
over. I glanced back at my right arm and could see the skin rippling. I moaned loudly and
looked up at my reflection again.

My hair was down to the middle of my back and my neck had taken up the same inhuman
pulsing motion as my arms. I didn't know what was happening to me, but it definitely
was not normal. I heard a ripping noise and watched as my upper arm expanded, growing
larger. My once unnoticeable bicep was growing into a thick, hard, round mass.

It strained, then tore the sleeve on my T-shirt. My forearms thickened and my triceps
grew larger, shredding what was left of the sleeve. I wanted to scream but could not utter
anything but an almost-guttural grunt. The process repeated itself on my left arm. I
grunted again, clutching the sink. The thick marble began to crack as I squeezed.

I looked down at my legs and saw my thighs shifting, thickening into huge slabs of
muscle, pulsating into the fabric of my once loose, comfortable jeans. My calves tensed,
throbbed, then grew in proportion to the rest of my expanding legs, pushing against my
jeans.

At the same time, my shoes felt three sizes too small, and my toes felt cramped. I began
to hear loud stretching sounds as the seams of my jeans began to pop. I also heard
stretching noises as my feet and toes pushed against the fabric of my shoes.

I could feel a painful tightness in my ass, which was growing and swelling into a
gorgeously Amazonian shape, causing the belt on my now-greatly undersized jeans to
pop. Suddenly, I heard a sharp rip as my jeans tore open and my hulking thighs burst
through.

At the same time, my huge calves tore open the bottoms of my jeans and the combination
of my spreading hips and expanding ass ripped the seat of the jeans apart, leaving the
rags to fall to the floor.

My hands grabbed the sink as I tried to resist the changes that were wracking my body.
My stomach also took up the transformation, tightening until well-formed striations
appeared, cutting the abdomen into a rock-hard six pack of muscle. Each of my thick,
powerful abdominals looked as if it would explode with power.

I moaned harshly, letting out another series of loud grunts as my thickening back muscles
shifted, expanding with hulking might. At the same time, bones lengthened and thickened
to accommodate my rapidly evolving form. As my lats began to take shape, my T-shirt
tore down the middle of the back, exposing my inhumanly flaring muscles.

My breasts heaved and tore apart the front of my shirt as the pectoral muscle thickened.
My back stretched thicker and wider. My entire body grew thicker and wider.

I gazed downward as my shoes finally lost the battle. They were so stretched over my
enormous feet and thick ankles that if the change wasn't so painful it would have been
funny. Suddenly and without warning, my swelling toes exploded out of the shoes. My
feet grew larger and wider, tearing what was left of my shoes.

Somehow, despite their increased size, they retained a feminine shape.

As my back muscles produced the kind of V-shape for which bodybuilders strive, I could
feel my nipples painfully erect, poking into the little fabric left of what had been my shirt.
I ripped the rest of the rag away and looked at my massive breasts.

My aureoli spread from small circles to half dollar-sized orbs. My once-average breasts
swelled and grew into massive but firm globes of tit flesh.

The pain began to subside. My breathing became less labored and I straightened. The
image that met my gaze in the mirror was that of a tall, incredibly muscled Amazon. My
eyes grew wide as I looked myself over.

In addition to my changing body, my face had undergone an incredible transformation.
My eyes glowed with amazing ferocity and my facial features had become much stronger
in appearance. I licked my thick, sexy lips, letting out a deep moan.

My eyes followed my enormous arms, from the well-rounded shoulders to the massive
biceps down to my thick, powerful forearms. My hands were drawn to my torso and I felt
the contours of my abdomen. I moved my hands to my incredibly wide lats, then to my
heavy, round breasts.

I ran my hands over my nipples and felt a charge run through my entire body. I shuddered
as I cupped and kneaded my breasts, letting out another moan. I noticed my voice had
taken on a deeper, huskier tone. At the same time, I felt my intelligence ebb as my mind
could focus only on this new, sexy body.

I didn't care how or why it happened. All I could focus on was the pleasure I felt as I
fondled the erect nipples. My left hand remained on my left breast, running over the rigid
nipple. My right hand was drawn lower, over my thick abs and down to my vagin*. I
began sliding my fingers along my cl*tor*s before inserting my fingers.

Both my hands worked at the same time, rubbing, caressing and massaging my body,
bringing me to a state of arousal I had never experienced before. I felt my body respond
to the intensely erotic sensations by growing in pulsating spasms. Waves of pleasure
coursed through my body until I org*smed with such fervor that my arm smashed a huge
hole into the wall.

I came over and over, losing myself in the intense eroticism of the transformation. As
cum exploded from my vagin*, I continued to org*sm. I screamed, no, roared out,
shaking the walls before bringing both of my massive arms down and reducing the
counter to rubble.

I moaned harshly and licked my thick, full lips. Using my incredible muscles felt more
erotic than anything I'd ever felt before. I wanted more. My intelligence was replaced by
a savagely senseless need to crush, smash and destroy something, anything that would
satisfy my lustfully Amazonian muscles.

I walked out onto the balcony, smashing the undersized doorway to make room for my
hulking body. It felt good using my strength and I returned to a fully aroused state. My
nipples stood erect in the cool, night air.

I gazed upon the city, licking my sexy lips.

The possibilities were endless.