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..."
Just then Bluto's stomach rumbled loudly, and he had a strange look on his face. He dropped the jug and it shattered on the floor, and he slowly stood up from his chair, one hand on his flat belly, the other rubbing at his neck, looking a little woozy.
"Oh no..." Olive said, a mixture of anger and concern in her voice.
Bluto wobbled drunkenly around the edge of the table, and then stumbled to his knees, groaning and shaking, and then to all fours, his head hanging down as his distress grew. Suddenly his clothes seemed to shrink, getting tighter and tighter, and Olive's expression turned curious, if a bit wary. The fabric molded to his muscles, stretching until small tears began to appear in places, first at his biceps and chest, then at the seams of his pants, and then everywhere. They spread like wildfire, more and more of his flesh showing, until the fabric began to split, and finally tore as his bulging muscles burst through. Olive let out a surprised gasp, but found she couldn't look away, hypnotized by his still swelling frame.
He was nearly naked now, his clothes in tatters, his muscles growing larger and larger as Olive looked on in silence, a dreamy expression on her face. Finally, he shook his head a few times, looking steadier, and slowly rose to his feet. Olive immediately noticed how BIG he was, easily half-a-foot taller, and much broader, and---to her delight---covered in huge muscles. Bluto had exceeded all of her expectations for her formula, and she was truly astonished.
He looked at his absurdly big and powerful muscles with nearly as much awe as Olive, flexing his giant biceps and thick pecs just to admire them, which drew another gasp from Olive as she shuddered with desire. When Popeye ate his mighty spinach, his muscles swelled to a size that would make a powerlifter proud, but that was nothing compared to what Bluto had become. His biceps were the size of coconuts, and his thick beefy pecs stuck out a solid 6" from his ribcage. His abs were dense and flawlessly sculpted, harder than stone, and even from the front his huge lats looked like some kind of meaty wings.
Olive's eyes drifted over Bluto as he surveyed himself, creeping toward his ungodly tree-trunk legs, and then she slammed on the brakes. Hanging between his legs was the most magnificent thing she'd ever seen, swaying slightly as he shifted to revel in his new body, and Olive shuddered again, wetter than she could remember, tiny orgasms sending tingles through her legs and tummy.
His enormous cock was easily a foot-and-a-half long, swinging below his knees, a fleshy beige- purple from root to tip, and covered in thick veins. It was as big around as a wine bottle, seeming to pulse with its own heartbeat, and Olive could swear she could feel it radiating heat even from where she was standing. His huge balls were like fleshy grapefruits dangling from the root of his incredible manhood, overflowing with an endless ocean of potent cum, keeping him permanently ready for action. Bluto finally broke from his own amazement at his new form to see Olive Oyl staring at his massive member, completely awestruck, nearly panting with desire.
