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Stuck In A Rut
After finishing up the day in Molletville everyone got picked up and the team was on there way to another town. The captain
wanted to take a shortcut around a local dairy farm to save a few minutes and avoid the evening traffic. Michiko was busy
as usual passing out dinner sandwiches to all of the members and collecting result from each one.
It had started to rain and John was halfway around the farm when he came to a narrow road and had to slow down considerably.
Then he stopped at a crossing and then when he stepped on the gas again to continue the van got stuck in the mud. The wheels
began to spin.
“Okay”, the captain announced. “everybody get out so we can push the van out. “Michiko, you get in
the drivers seat and hit the gas when I tell you too”, John said to Michiko.” “Yes,”, Michiko responded.
And Michiko then slid herself over and sat in the drivers seat and got ready.
They tried and they tried for what seemed an hour of pushing and getting mud kicked their faces and tennis shoes soaked with
mud.
“This doesn’t seem to be working”, Michiko thought to herself. “If only there was an opportunity for
me to get alone somewhere so that I could transform myself into Sukahara. With Sukahara’s super human strength she could
definately get the team out of this mess.”
Suddenly Michiko had an idea. She opened the driver’s side door and yelled out to the captain. “Captain, aren’t
you forgetting about the four wheel drive switch underneath the front left wheel that you told me about last week?”
“I know Michiko san”, John replied. “but there’s not enough room for me to get down under the van
to get to it.” “But there’s enough room for me.”, Michiko said.
Michiko got out of the van and began to squat down in order to get herself under the van. “Michiko,”, the captain
said as he ran up to the front of the van to where she was. “this is much too muddy for you to work on. I’m sure
there is another way. Let me call triple A and they’ll send a tow truck out to pull us out.” “But, Captain”,
Michiko said. “If we wait that long then it will be too dark to do anything.” Michiko continued. “I’ll
be al right, Captain, really, I can do this. “Okay”, John relented reluctantly as he watched his team mother crawl
underneath the chassis of the van with her yellow skirt already getting soaked with mud.
Michiko was already underneath the truck when John said, “Okay, Michiko I’ll get in the drivers seat and get ready
to give it some gas. You tell me when you’ve got that switch flipped.”
Michiko then looked at the van tires all around. They were at least seven inches deep in the mud. Even if she switched on
the van’s four wheel drive it would do them very little good. She knew that the only way out was for her to reveal herself
as Sukahara and do it so that no one would notice. The team captain was with the other members behind the van so she knew
that she could pull this off.
Michiko then, in a faint whisper, uttered the sacred words given to her by the spirit of the cave in Saga City. “Sukahara
Des”
Then suddenly the mud soaked Michiko, the team mother and innocent Japanese girl who never gave but the most obvious impression
of being passive and kind to everyone. Michiko Tanaka was surrounded, for a brief moment, by a piercing blue light that transformed
her into the mighty warrior princess, Sukahara, Supergirl of Japan.
Ted, one of the team members in back of the van with the others thought he saw some strange blue light come from below the
minivan where Michiko was. But, then he dismissed it as some sort of optical illusion or something.
John, at the wheel then asked Michiko if she was ready. “Have you got that switch Michiko?”, he asked her. “Yes
Captain, go ahead.”, she said in a different voice and tone than what John had ever heard before from her. But, he quickly
shrugged it off.
Michiko was now ready. She looked at both of her arms. They were substantial as her biceps bulged, accented by her skin-tight
costume as well as her herculean thighs that would have to bare the weight of this 5 ton vehicle. With the super human strength
of 10,000 body builders Michiko, now Sukahara curled her fists around one of the solid steel pieces lining the van’s
chassis trying to be careful not to damage it with her awesome might, and then lifted the van up off the ground slightly and
then moved it forward in one snap. As she lifted the van the chassis groaned under the stress of Sukahara’s super strength.
She moved the van in synch with the slow velocity at which the captain was accelerating the van so as not to draw his attention
to the fact that there was something more going on beneath his feet than his once timid team mother’s effort to switch
on the four wheel drive. The van moved about four feet, clearing the mud hole that the tires got stuck in. And it was just
enough so that the members in the back would never see her muscle bound calves sticking out the rear of the van.
With the van safely clear of the ditch it got stuck in Sukahara again uttered the sacred phrase, “Sukahara Des!!!”
and she was transformed back to Michiko Tanaka.
Michiko squirmed out from under the chassis of the van looking much like a disfigured homeless person rather than a team mother.
Then she looked up and saw everybody staring at her as they all suddenly broke into a rousing applause. Michiko smiled and
blushed and fought to hold back the tears. Helen, one of the female members of the team reached out her hand to Michiko to
help her up from the slimmy ground.
“Oh, Michiko san.”, Helen, said with a compassionate look on her face and a tear streaming down her cheek. “Why
did you have to do this; we could have called triple A and saved you all of this trouble. What are you going to do with this
dress?” “Okay, Helen chan”, Michiko said in her broken english. “I’m okay. This dress just
a second hand one from salvation army. Please don’t worry.”
As they sped away in the van passed the dairy farm and onto the highway Michiko sat in the front seat on top of a towel to
keep her seat from getting mud soaked. John pulled over to a Motel where they would spend the night. As usual the captain
paid for four motel rooms for the whole team. The men in the two rooms and the women in the one room. Michiko and Helen walked
together into their room and closed the door.
“Michiko”, Helen said to her. “let me help you with those wet clothes. “No, no, Helen chan”,
Michiko said to her. “I can do, I can do.” “Michiko”, now Helen said in an authoritative manner.
“Are you going to be stubborn or are you going to give me those clothes to me right now?”
Michiko relented and then began undressing herself in front of Helen. She lifted off her blouse and then dropped her skirt.
And then removed her bra and her panties. When Helen saw Michiko after putting away her mud-soaked clothes in a plastic garbage
bag she couldn’t help but notice what a beautiful body Michiko had. They had taken showers before back at the center
and Helen knew that Michiko was fairly unremarkable as far as her dimensions went. But now she had to do a double take not
able to fathom just what had happened to Michiko’s body that made her look like a super model.
Helen fought to hold back making any comments about a person’s sexual nature but she felt adamant about bringing this
up with her.
“Michiko”, Helen said in an alarmed tone of voice. “what in the world has happened to you?” “What
do you mean”, Michiko said. “Nothing happen to me; what you mean?”
“Why...eh..you’re beautiful, you’re gorgeous”, Helen said as matter of factly. “I’m what?”,
Michiko said as she walked in front of the long mirror attached to the bathroom door.
“Oh, my”, Michiko said as she cupped her hands over her mouth and stared at the example of anatomically proportionate
and startling beauty that graced the mirror that she now stood in front of.
Helen came over to her, putting her hand on her shoulder and turning her towards her and looking her lovingly into her eyes.
“There’s no need to be ashamed, Michiko san”, Helen said consolingly. It’s no sin to be appreciative
of physical beauty. I know, I was a model before I joined the church. You’ve got to learn to just look at yourself in
the mirror and look at every curve and proportion to our body and feel comfortable with it. You own it honey.” “But”,
there’s one question I have to ask you. When did you ever find the time to work out?”
“Oh,”, Michiko said shyly. “Sometimes when we are staying at the center I enroll in a body building program.
But I really don’t have time for that anymore. I like to stay healthy.” “You certainly are,”, Helen
said. “Listen, I’ll be right back; I’m going to go over to the laundry mat across the street and have your
clothes cleaned. Will you be al right? “Yes”, Michiko said “I’ll be okay.”
For a moment, Michiko thought her secret identity had been discovered by her good friend, Helen. But when she asked her about
working out she felt a sigh of relief knowing that Helen merely assumed that she had been on some exercise program. But that
still didn’t explain what happened to her body. Usually she’s never had any time or opportunity to look at her
entire body with the regiment and the schedule that she has been tied to since joining the church. But, she also knew that
when she first became transformed into Sukahara for the first time back in the caverns of Saga City she resumed herself as
Michiko without any anatomical change left over on her mortal body. It must have been because of all of the successive times
she has morphed into Sukahara that has eventually made permanent changes to her body. That’s the only way she could
explain this odd occurrence. However, after gazing at herself and especially the way her size 35 inch breasts hung there literally
defying gravity and her slim hips and proportionate buttocks and well toned thighs and calf muscles, she now came to think
about what Helen said; feeling that this is Michiko and that she should just be comfortable with who she is.
“I’ll say this for you Michiko”, as Helen hung up Michiko’s wet clothes on a hanger throughout the
motel room. “the man who gets matched to you is in for one pleasant surprise on the night of your three day ceremony.”
“Do you really think so?”, as Michiko turned to the left and then to the right admiring every inch of her new
found anatomical beauty.
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