Widow's Peak (Ch.2)

Sarah picked up a small boulder that stood in the way of she and Jason as they thread the not-so-worn path back to where they'd left their van. She remembered it from their initial trek up the hill to the secret cave that they'd now thankfully left behind them. While able to lift the heavy object and despite her newfound strength, she still wasn't able to crush it between her bare hands.

Somewhat disappointed, she simply threw it out of their way and then sprinted back to the van, leaving Jason in her wake. Everything seemed so much easier now since she'd woven a few strands of Samson's legendary hair into hers and undergone her muscular transformation. When she'd reached the vehicle she grabbed the handle and unexpectedly tore it clear from the door.

"Oops!" she said, smiling. Turning to face the oncoming Jason, she lifted the remains of the handle so he could see her handiwork.

"Christ! This is a rental, remember?" he said. "How are we going to explain this when we return it?"

"Tell them the truth. Tell them that I don't know my own strength," she advised him, while throwing the handle away and flexing her bicep once or twice. As she did so, she stared at it in slight awe as it bulged again and again.

"If you're done admiring yourself, we need to get back to the hotel and book a flight home," advised Jason.
"You're the boss," she replied, waiting for him to open her door from the inside. When he had, she struggled to get inside as she still wasn't used to her new, larger frame.

"You know, we really should undo that braid and return you back to normal," said Jason, slightly nervous.

"You're probably right," she replied with a sigh. "But at least let me keep it in until we get back to our room."

"Why?" asked a confused Jason. "That will make the whole thing look even more suspicious. This morning you were a petite women, but they'll see you returning looking like a bodybuilder, and then you'll leave appearing quite petite again. It'll only spark questions and draw unwanted attention."

"I don't care," replied Sarah assertively. She gently grabbed the bottom of the braid and studied it. She then twirled it a little between her fingers before letting it fall back into place. "I want to have a little more fun first. People can talk all they want, because in a day or two we'll be out of here for good."

When they returned to the hotel, Sarah walked beside Jason through the busy lobby, still with her top in slight rags. Much to Jason's relief but Sarah's annoyance, most people were busy on their phones or talking to one another so took little noticd of them. Only some of the staff stopped for a moment and stared before even they went back to the daily graft, leaving both travellers to enter the elevator without much commotion.

"See, nobody cares," said Sarah, secretly devastated. "You worried for nothing."

"You're right," he replied, wiping his brow clear of sweat. "You might be taller and muscular, but not abnormally so. We just managed to get by."

Sarah then pushed for their floor number on the panel and accidentally broke the button.

"It was like that when we stepped in!" she insisted half-heartedly, tucking her wide shoulders in and standing sheepishly next to her partner while looking up at the ceiling of the lift. After a few moments and as the floors passed by in front of them, she broke the silence, too.

"I bet I could bench press this whole lift, with you inside," she grunted randomly.
"What did you say??" asked Jason.
"Nothing," she replied, exiting when the doors finally peeled open. Jason squinted at her before following, realizing how much the hair was affecting her behaviour. He made sure to reach the door first for fear she'd casually break another handle off, and swiftly put the keycard in the slot so they could move inside.

It wasn't long before he'd made the call and booked them a flight for the very next day back to London where he knew his wife, Danica, would be waiting. He didn't know how Sarah would take that. This was effectively the end of their journey-cum-affair together. Their fantasy. Then he wondered how Danica would take it all if she found out what they had been up to. Before he could wonder about anything else, however, Sarah interrupted him by slamming the bathroom door open.

She was wearing a hotel robe which struggled to contain her. Indeed, he could see the shape of her arms and shoulders as they pressed against the sleeves. The image wouldn't last, though, because as she flexed her upper body, they tore straight through the seams.

"Damn clothes aren't fit for the likes of me!" she declared.
"The likes of you?" asked Jason.
"Yeah, I'm feeling a little more than human right now. I have endless energy. I got to expend some climbing out of the cave when I saved us both, and then when lifting that boulder. That was good. But I've been holding back ever since and need to expend some more."
"Expend it?"
"Yeah, with you," she said, focusing her gaze upon him. She tore the rest of her bathrobe off then, and Jason finally could see her in all of her glory. She was statuesque now, and her curvy, beefy body was hard to resist. He smiled as she walked over to him and proceeded to rip his clothes off with little effort.

"I promise I'll remove the braid when we're done," she said sincerely. "I also promise not to break you."

And thus, they both decided to get into bed, with Sarah staying true to her word. As she climbed on top she took care not to lose control, and over and over they made love there. In fact, it was the best night they'd ever actually spent together. As she lay over him, Jason took great pleasure feeling her rock hard muscles, paying particular attention to the bumps and crevices of her super abs, and when done, both he and his lover fell soundly asleep.

In fact, hours passed until Sarah woke up again, feeling completely refreshed. She rose from the bed and noticed the early morning sun peaking through a crack in the curtains, with the streak of light highlighting her thighs, abs, and breasts. She smiled for a moment and felt her body with her hands just as Jason had done before. But a few seconds later she stopped, and let her arms drop down by her sides. She had promised to remove the braid and go back to normal, and so she would. She had had her fun, gotten it out of her system, and knew it was for the best. She would think fondly, though, of this amazing and magical experience for years to come.

She went into the bathroom then, still naked, not even bothering with another bathrobe or her regular clothes because nothing fitted properly anymore; yet another reason to go back to normal.

She looked in the mirror and, again, was impressed with the results of her change but didn't hesitate to grab the braid and start unweaving it in order to remove Samson's hair. But, as she did so and had finally unwound it, Sarah was left shocked. The hair of the mighty biblical character had somehow merged with her own strands over night. They were now one, and couldn't just be removed.

"Oh my god!" she cried.

It stirred a dozing Jason, who jumped up and raced into the bathroom, wondering if she was OK.

"OK?" she replied. "I'm more than OK. Look, his hair is now part of mine!"

She lifted the lock, and, sure enough, a narrow streak of brown now ran through the blonde. Jason pushed his fingers through it and then looked directly at her.

"It's permanent!" she declared.
"Yes," he replied in a worried tone. "Unless we cut it off."
"What?!"
"You know. It's just like in the legend: Samson had his hair cut off and he became weak. A regular man. I think if we were to do the same with this streak, the same would happen."
"You're not chopping off even a small piece of my hair, Jason. I draw the line at that."
"Is it really about the hair, though, Sarah?"
"What is that supposed to mean?" she replied with a frown.
"Maybe you just want to keep the power?" he said, gulping loudly.

Her demeanour completely changed then and she started walking towards him. In reaction, Jason stepped back out of the bathroom until both were in the centre of the hotel room.

"I was willingly removing the braid," she revealed grimly. "That's how I found out the hair merged with mine. Are you doubting me? I always keep my promises."
"I agree, you do. I was just asking questions," he replied, squirming a little.

Suddenly enraged, Sarah herself started asking questions of the hotel room and eventually put her fist through one of the walls. Her rampage was short-lived but left her panting before turning around to face Jason again.

"This is a wonderous development. Why can't you see that?" she asked, calming herself. "Unexpected for sure, but now we have definitive proof that it really is Samson's hair."

"You're right, of course," he replied. "I'm just worried what affect it's having upon you," he said, pointing at the freshly made hole in the wall.

"I'm just trying to get used to the change, to the power. Don't worry, eventually it'll all be under control. Again, I promise."

"Good, because before you completely hulk out on us, we have a flight to catch in a few hours back to London, and I'm going to have to give you some of my clothes to wear."

Indeed, after they'd both gotten dressed
via the contents of Jason's luggage, Sarah had the wherewithal and strength to pick up the nearby wardrobe and place it across the room to cover up the crater she'd made in her frustration

"Let's hope they don't redecorate anytime soon," she said with a smile before following Jason out of the room. She wore a black t-shirt now and blue jeans. Both, of course, were very form-fitting due to her size. She also wore his spare boots and shades. Even on the plane she struggled to get comfortable in the seat. After spending life as an average-sized woman, it was taking some getting used to now being above average. When her knees were pressed against the seat in front, she knew she had the strength to rip it out its bolts, passenger and all, and fling it away to give herself more room, yet had to control herself. She promised.

When they'd eventually made it back to London, she made sure to grab all of their bags herself and strolled out of the arrivals with them placed easily on her shoulder. She was hoping that Danica would be there, and she wasn't disappointed.

Jason walked quickly towards his wife, and they embraced and kissed. But their intimate reunion was interrupted by Sarah who was now standing closely beside them.

"W-who is this?" asked a confused Danica.

"Eh, it's Sarah, of course," replied Jason nervously. "Don't you recognise her?"

"Yeah, don't you recognise me?" added Sarah sarcastically.

"You've changed, though," replied Danica, her voice cracking. "Y-you're huge!"

Sarah smiled and stood over Danica then, her muscles and impressive chest pushing through Jason's shirt.

"I am, aren't I?" she said in response. "And do you know why?"

Danica's eyes darted away from her to meet with Jason's. "Does this all mean that...?"

Jason smiled and lifted a small package from his bag and showed it to his wife. "Yes," he said. "We did it...we actually did it. We found his hair. Sarah is living proof of it!"

Danica smiled at him then.

"Well, well. If that's the case, tell me everything," she replied, casually lifting her hand and quickly, but perhaps not-so-innocently, running a couple of fingers through her own, greying hair.

To be continued....