Olive Oyl was trying to be patient but she was nearly out of time. Popeye had been out at sea for a couple of months now but was due to be back in just a few days, and she had hoped to have a couple of surprises for him when he returned. While it was well known that Olive was the prettiest girl in the county, it was far less well known that she may have been the cleverest, despite living a humble life working at a hatchery in a small fishing village. You see, she had been schooled in medicine and the sciences by her Father and Mother, a Doctor and Chemist, respectively, and she had always got top marks, and she had plenty of time while Popeye was away to read and experiment.
She expected her surprises would please even the often grumpy sailor, though he rarely seemed to appreciate anything she did for him, and she knew quite well her motivations weren't entirely unselfish, particularly the first one. She had been working with a number of herbs and natural catalysts in an effort to improve her rather bland figure, since while she was relatively tall for a woman and most agreed she had the most beautiful face they had ever seen, nary could be found a curve or pleasant lump anywhere on her body. Basically, she was flat as a board in front and back, and was jealous of other women that had more impressive assets.
Luckily, she had found a mixture that finally worked a couple of weeks back, and it gradually produced remarkable results. She had gone from nearly nothing to a full pair of C-cup breasts in just three weeks, and her formerly lacking derriere had swelled enough that she had already had to take out her pants and shorts two full sizes to accommodate it. Not quite luscious proportions just yet, but not bad, and they stood out even more on her otherwise very slender frame.
The second part of her surprise was a bit more complicated, and maybe had a bit more selfish desire than she would willingly admit. Not that she would ever say it aloud, but she had always found Bluto very attractive, partly because of his bad boy charm, but mostly because he had a great body, sturdy and muscular and toned, built like a professional swimmer. This was also a big part of her attraction to Popeye, at least when he ate his family's unique spinach blend, which made his muscles swell greatly, until he was bigger than Bluto, despite his diminutive frame, and as strong as an ox. She had been looking to harness the power of his family's strange spinach to enhance his muscles even more, and to make the effects permanent.
Another part of it was something very few people knew about Popeye. Folk often wondered aloud why she stayed with the grumpy and largely unimpressive pipsqueak, whose only unique trait was that he could became a muscle-bound world-class brawler every time he ate a can of his homegrown spinach.
As it turns out, while he was relatively small compared to most men, he wasn't small where it counts, with a cock just over 9" long and as thick as a summer sausage, likely the biggest cock in the county, and with excellent staying power, rarely going for less than an hour. Even better, his seemingly magical spinach affected him there, as well, causing him to grow to a full 12" and nearly as wide as her wrist, and he was usually rock-hard for hours after. By contrast, despite his bluster and constant womanizing, Bluto was known to have a very uninspiring prick, average all around, and he rarely made it past 10 minutes per session or more than once in a day.
In any case, it had occurred to Olive that Popeye's spinach was the obvious trigger for his impressive---if temporary---muscle growth, so that's where she started her research. Also, she considered that his family's long-term exposure to their magical leaves may have led to his large cock, which based on his rare sharing about his father and grandfather was the largest yet among his family, growing larger with each generation. Popeye was very protective of his family's mysterious plant, but Olive managed to find a couple of cans he'd hidden in the basement, and she began her experiments in earnest.
She was only able to work on her project when Popeye was out of town, so it had taken most of a year to discover a way to properly concentrate the essence of the powerful plant, but she had finally found a way, and the concoction was finishing up brewing. Olive knew Popeye would never willingly drink the smelly fermented mixture, especially if she told him how she created it, so she blended it with a stout ale that all of the men in the village seemed to like, particularly Popeye, and it became almost undetectable. She figured one full mug would likely get the job done, but she brewed an entire jug just in case.
She was becoming impatient with the anticipation of finally completing her work, feeling the butterflies of anticipation, and decided to head to the town market to pick up fresh vegetables for dinner. She grabbed a basket off the kitchen table and slipped out the door, in a hurry and distracted, forgetting to close the door behind her.
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Olive was gone just over an hour, and she cocked her head in surprise as she approached the cottage, seeing the door half-way open. She stepped through and plopped her basket down on the chair nearest the door, turning to close it, when she heard a sound behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Bluto sitting at the kitchen table, his feet up, jug in hand. He let out a deep burp, long and loud, as is custom among the fishermen when they finish their drinks.
Olive turned, angry and shocked, but Bluto cut in before she could scold him.
"I knew you were a beauty, but I didn't know you could brew such a fine ale. It's much like the stout on the wharf."
Olive gave him a less-than-pleased smile. "You big ox. That wasn't meant for you! And don't think you can charm your way out of this one..."
