Chapter 1 Series Menu Chapter 3
Grace and Shawn Chapter 2: A Light Workout
by MagnusMagneto
Commissioned by Up2nogd1
Originally Published: August 31, 2013
Part 1. Immediately after Chapter 1
“I believe you’ll want more protein cream for your continued workout.” Dr. Newman stated.
“You know it!” Grace cheerfully responded, smiling widely.
Newman returned the smile before reaching into his lab coat pocket and producing another tube of the fortified protein cream. “Here you go.” he said, reaching his hand out to give Grace the container.
“Hmmm…” Grace brought her finger to her chin, causing a small, shapely bicep to pop up. “Something tells me that you’d enjoy putting that on me.” she stated with a playful wink.
A familiar shade of red appeared on the 28 year old’s face. “Well… I… Not to impose on our professional relationship…”
“Go ahead doc. I kind of like the idea of a personal servant.” she explained, extending her arms outward, granting Newman permission to apply the cream onto her body.
The scientist continued blushing heavily as he twisted the cap of the cream off. He squeezed firmly, causing a large amount of the substance to emerge. Somewhat timidly, Newman proceeded to move closer to Grace, bringing his hands up to her right arm. As he applied the lotion, he couldn’t help but give her arm a firm a squeeze. While the scientist wanted to keep his interactions with Grace as professional as possible, he couldn’t help but feel a deep attraction to her.
“Wow doc, that’s a lot of that stuff!” Grace noted. “You must want me to get REALLY strong, huh?” she teased.
“Well…” the doctor sputtered out. “It’s in the best interest of all involved parties for you to reach your full potential.” he explained, visibly nervous due to his attraction.
“Of course.” Grace agreed. “But tell me doc, do you personally like muscle on women?”
“Eheh…” Dr. Newman nervously laughed. “Well, yes. I’ve always hoped this project would work on women for more reasons than my own scientific achievement.” he stated as he finished spreading the generous helping of cream on Grace’s arm.
“No need to beat around the bush.” Grace cheerfully encouraged.
“To put it bluntly, yes, the aesthetics of a muscular woman are quite appealing to me.” Newman admitted, squirting another large helping of protein cream onto his hands before getting to work on Grace’s other arm.
“Mmmm…” Grace moaned softly. “I can practically feel my super-bod sucking up the nutrients in the cream!” she exclaimed.
Newman let out an audible gulp. “I… am surprised, and honestly a little doubtful that you can feel such a sensation.” he admitted. “Perhaps it’s a place-”
Before he could finish the last syllable of the word, Grace proceeded to grunt slightly as she flexed the very arm that Newman was applying the protein cream to. Right in front of their very eyes, her arm sprouted another inch of pure muscle!
“Oh my…” Newman managed to respond, clearly taken aback from the supernatural display. Instinctively, the somewhat nervous scientist gave the young woman’s bicep a hard squeeze. “Grace…” he started, clearly unnerved. “Not only is your arm larger… But it’s – ”
Once again, he was interrupted by Grace. “Harder, right?” she finished his sentence with a giggle.
“Uh, yes, but how-”
By now Newman was expected Grace to butt in. “I can’t really explain it doc, but lately I’ve been able to sense my own body’s inner workings to a greater capacity.”
“I… I have a PHD and I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Newman admitted.
“It’s like… I’m more aware of everything that’s going on internally. I can roughly sense how much energy I have… How much energy I’m gaining from the cream… From the light… From your primal attraction to me…”
Newman’s face turned a flush red. “Well Grace… I don’t want to impose at all…”
“Speaking of imposing… Shouldn’t you put that magic cream on my back?” Grace asked.
“Oh right. Let me just-”
“Come on doc, don’t be shy.” Grace said teasingly before deftly taking off her sports bra while keeping her breasts cupped and covered. “You want to cover the maximum possible surface area, dont’cha?”
Newman gulped again. “Only if you’re comfortable with this.” he squirted another generous dose of protein-cream onto his hands.
“Believe me, I’m MORE than comfortable!” Grace said before presenting her back by spreading it out.
He wasn’t sure, but Newman could have swore that Grace’s entire upper body seemed slightly wider. Regardless, he eagerly began applying the cream onto her back. Before long he managed to spread the cream out evenly across her lats.
“That’s it?” Grace asked. “Like I said, I can feel how much the cream is giving me… and I want more!” she exclaimed.
Newman gulped nervously before retrieving a dose even more generous than the last.
“Now THAT’s the stuff!” Grace cheerfully purred as she could practically feel the infusion of power being applied to her skin.
The nervous doctor continued to apply copious amounts of protein enriched cream across all of Grace’s revealed body. Despite being a fairly average in-shape girl before today, Grace’s body was already much harder all around.
As soon as the doctor finished applying the cream, grace began her next workout without delay. With a newfound sense of confidence, she strode over to the high-tech weight machine and set it to 20 pounds – her usual weight for bicep curls. The young woman confidently grabbed on and started to perform the familiar exercise. To her delight, the weight that she formerly had difficulty with suddenly felt like nothing to her.
Even the incredibly confident Grace had difficulty believing what was happening. “Err… Doc?” she started, clearly baffled.
“Yes Grace?” Newman responded, quickly making his way over to her. Deep down her had to admit that he was thrilled to have an opportunity to observe Grace working out up close.
“Is… is this thing working?” she asked, clearly motioning towards the device.
“It should be fully operational… According to the main frame, everything inside of the capability assessment testing chamber is working as intended…”
“This just feels so… light.” Grace beamed. “I mean, I was having a lot of difficulty with it earlier…” she said before effortlessly completing a few repetitions as if she were lifting nothing at all.
“Let me see…” Newman said. Grace let go of the handle and Newman grabbed on. He was taken aback by the modest weight – his undeveloped form struggled a bit as he slowly lifted it up. “This…. certainly feels like 20 pounds.” he affirmed.
Grace grinned at the realization that she was already significantly stronger than the doctor after such a short time frame. “Hold that there for a second doc… I want to test something.”
Newman complied, his arm beginning to quake slightly from holding up the relatively light weight. A mischievous grin formed on the 18 year old’s face as she brought her slender fingers to the device’s interface. With a few deft taps, she doubled the machine’s current weight.
“O shi-!” Newman yelled out, as he almost immediately let go of the weight – it was clearly too much for him to handle.
“Sorry doc, hope you didn’t pull anything.” Grace said with a wink and a giggle before bending down and grabbing onto the handle. With surprising ease, she curled the weight up, causing her newly minted biceps to pop out considerably. “Huh? I could have sworn you had a ton of trouble with this…” she said, letting out another giggle as she performed a few easy repetitions for emphasis.
Grace swooped down again and picked up the other handle, which was set to the same weight. With gleeful disposition, the young woman started performing every upper body workout she knew. To Grace’s (and the doctor’s) delight, most of the exercises were surprisingly easy for her, despite being performed with a weight that was previously unmanageable for her.
“Say doc…” Grace started, intentionally making her voice sweeter and more alluring. “Wouldja like to do the honors and crank the weights up a few notches?”
Newman’s eyes lit up with anticipation before he quickly swooped down and added an additional 20 pounds to the weights – making the handles 60 lbs each.
“A bit ambitious…” Grace said, somewhat taken aback by the 50% increase.
“I have faith in you.” The scientist reassured her.
Grace felt a surge of confidence as she started to perform bicep curls. Unlike the previous weight setting, her somewhat bulging biceps were now thoroughly challenged. With a great deal of effort, she managed to crank out a few repetitions before letting go of the handle, somewhat defeated.
“You’re already three times stronger than you were before the therapy!” Newman excitedly exclaimed. “All within the course of a few workouts…” he added.
Despite her supernatural rate of progress, Grace still felt unsatisfied; she wanted more. “That’s true…” she responded dejectedly as she slyly grabbed the protein-cream. “But there’s lots of work to be done.” she explained rather seriously as she began to smother her upper body with the enriching lotion.
Newman, while quite thrilled with Grace’s progress, couldn’t help but feel somewhat uneasy. He didn’t want Grace to hurt herself. Not only would something going wrong with her on his watch be suicide for his career, but he couldn’t help but be incredibly attracted to the developing goddess. “Take it easy there Grace…” he started, gulping somewhat audibly. “I mean, you’ve got all the time in the world to better yourself.”
“Exactly. There’s not a second to lose!” Grace declared before finishing lathering herself. With newfound determination, she grabbed onto the handles with her small hands. “Look doc, I’m not stupid. I know you’re into my muscles. So come over here and feel the birth of a goddess firsthand!”
Nervously, the scientist brought his shaky hands over Grace’s bicep. To his surprise, her skin was incredibly soft; possibly the softest of any woman’s he had ever touched. Instinctively, he wrapped his fingers around the muscle, firmly pressing his digits into her perfect skin. A mere few hours ago he would have been afraid of injuring the girl, but now he knew better. Grace’s muscle was incredibly dense; denser than any muscle he had ever felt – including Shawn’s.
With a confident smirk, Grace began to lift the relatively heavy weight. Her arm swelled up to a new height, easily reaching 13 inches in circumference of incredibly dense musculature. As predicted, the weight had become fairly light for the girl, allowing her to effortlessly crank out repetitions.
Thanks to a seemingly unlimited supply of enriched protein cream, and an extremely eager assistant/gawker, Grace felt more motivated than ever before to continue pushing herself. Time flew by as the young woman performed ever exercise she knew, and learned a few more from Newman, who taught her how to target specific muscles that are often not used.
Part 2. Approximately 90 minutes later.
After her extensive workout session, Grace’s body had the beginnings of the spectacle she desired. Every muscle in her body was now significantly pronounced; each limb packed with vitality and power. She had the form of a lightweight female bodybuilder, possessing power far greater than any normal human her size.
Her formerly faint outline of a six-pack was now fully realized, each individual slab of muscle jutting out at least an inch; all of which rested above an absurdly cut Adonis-belt. Her lower body, which was once merely toned from hours upon hours of running was now a beacon of stability and power – all forged from a slight few hours.
Grace stood in front of the assessment chamber’s full length mirror, placing her hands on her hips in a dominant fashion. A grin met her face as she flared her back out like a body builder, causing thick lattisimus dorsi to pop out from either side. Playfully, the young woman flexed her chest, causing her powerful pecs to push her perky breasts in a makeshift dance. She averted her gaze upwards to the lights in the ceiling, smiling as she felt their rays directly beam nutrients into her ever-developing body.
Suddenly, Grace’s flexing show was brought to a halt.
“Oy! What’s this!?” a deep, booming, angry voice yelled. “Are you fukkin’ kidding me? Is this a joke?” It asked as it approached Grace.
The young blonde turned around, her rapid muscle growth had given her a newfound sense of confidence. “Is what a joke?” she asked sugar-coated, yet serious tone. She had another tube of protein enriched cream and was already squirting out another large helping onto her hands.
“You know what I’m talking about. All this!” Shawn said before jamming his finger into Grace’s arm. He was taken aback by how surprisingly hard the limb was.
“Oh, do you finally want to help me lotion up?” Grace offered as she started to lovingly spread the cream in an extra thick coat across her upper arms.
“Are you daft? I told you, I’m outta your league.” Shawn said with a snort.
“Your loss.” Grace said before casually shrugging her surprisingly wide shoulders as she continued lathering herself.
“Anyways, don’t play dumb with me girl.” Shawn said, eying her arms which glistened impressively with the lotion Grace was applying. There wasn’t a single blemish or disfigurement on her smooth skin.
The blonde finished applying the thick coat on her upper arms before turning her gaze upwards at Shawn. “What?” Grace asked, playing dumb. “You mean little ol’ these?” she asked before casually flexing up her easily 14 inch arms.
“Yeah. THOSE. Nobody just magically grows muscles like that.” Shawn asserted, uncharacteristically serious.
“Why, whatever are you talking about Shawny?” Grace asked pumping her arms up a few times, watching with glee at how they reacted to the motion. “I’m just a little girl. I can’t get strong. Remember?”
“I… You know what, you’re right. I don’t care what kind of steroids they pumped you with, but those arms are nothing but for show!” Shawn declared.
“I dunno Shawn…” Grace said before reaching over and squeezing her own fully flexed arm. “They certainly FEEL like they’d be pretty strong…”
“Not to mention, mine are still WAY BIGGER!” Shawn was practically shouting as he swooped his arms down to Grace’s level and flexed his own biceps. They were, indeed still 28 inches around, easily twice the circumference of Grace’s own impressive arms. “That’s right girl, remember your place!”
Grace rolled her eyes slightly before a mischievous smirk spread across her face. She took her small fingers and wrapped them around as much of the the oversized bicep as she could before squeezing them down. To Shawn’s surprise and horror, Grace was actually capable of causing some give in the large arm. While she wasn’t capable of making Shawn squeal out in pain, it did definitely establish that she had become significantly stronger than a few mere hours ago.
“Wow Shawn, I could have swore your arms were harder than that…” Grace teased. “I mean, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say my wimpy little girl arms were HARDER than yours!”
“No way.” Shawn dismissively stated.
“Wanna feel?” Grace offered before proudly flexing up both of her own biceps.
Shawn squinted his eyes slightly, accepting the challenge before reaching down with both hands and clamping down onto each of Grace’s biceps. He was shocked at how incredibly dense her arms were. While he would never actually admit it, they definitely were harder than his own. Fortunately for the arrogant man, he was still far stronger than Grace, and with considerable effort he managed to significantly impact Grace’s arms.
Despite Shawn’s efforts beginning to bring her palpable pain, Grace grit her teeth and held steady. She could practically feel her body detecting the pressure being forced onto it and immediately adapting by utilizing the copious amount of protein rich cream she had recently applied. “Is… Is that all you got!?” she managed to utter out loud.
“You crazy bitch… I’ll show you!” Shawn retorted before clamping down with all of his might. Something was off. Even with her arms as hard as they were, Grace should have been screaming in pain by now. Instead… Shawn just found his fingers starting to quake from the extended effort.
Grace smirked widely as she immediately recognized that her arms were growing denser and harder by the moment. “What’s wrong Shawn? I could have swore I felt you trying at first…” she taunted.
Shawn audibly grunted as he put even more effort into the action, desperately trying to showcase his supposed superiority. Before long, the arrogant man could feel a burning in his forearms as his hands began to tire from the task. After a few more painstaking moments, Shawn finally gave up and released his grip.
“Whaddya know?” Grace started in her usual sing-song voice. “Looks like all that pressure made me even STRONGER!” She flexed her arms a few times for emphasis, which had somehow sprouted an inch larger. “If my little girl muscles are this much harder than your big man muscles… Just imagine what’ll happen when my muscles get as big as yours…”
After a moment of hesitation, Shawn finally regained his composure. “Maybe you do have some kind of freak muscles… but rest assured that they’ll never be as big or as strong as mine!” he asserted.
“I wonder…” Grace started innocently before daintily moving over to the nearest high-tech weight machine. She quickly set it to a 100 pound single bicep curl and grabbed onto the handle. Without much difficulty, the young woman proceeded to curl the weight. “Wouldja look at that?” Grace asked rhetorically with a confident grin. “This is just soooo easy!” she practically yelled, performing effortless repetition after repetition with the weight. “Remember when I had difficulty lifting A FIFTH of this?!” she boasted gleefully.
“Yeah. I do.” Shawn admitted. “That’s it. Show’s over kids.” he snorted before snatching the tube of protein-cream. “Let’s see what happens when a MAN uses this stuff.”
“Shawn!” Dr. Newman cut in. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you! That stuff isn’t safe for-”
“QUIET!” Shawn barked. A wide grin met his face as he ejected a large amount of the cream onto his hands. “You said my skin can’t absorb this efficiently. That don’t mean it ain’t safe.”
“Yes, I did say that.” Newman quickly responded. “But what I failed to mention are the potential side effects…”
“Yeah, like SUPER-FUCKIN-POWERED MUSCLES!” Shawn yelled out before putting as much of the cream as he could onto his large arms. “Oooh yeah!” he shouted out. “I can FEEL the power pouring into me!” he exclaimed.
“Shawn that’s not pow-” Newman started before being interrupted.
“MMM Time to get HUGE!” he exclaimed.
“You really ought to take a chemical bath…” the doctor tried to explain, futilely.
“Strange… pure power kind of… stings…” the arrogant man confessed, clearly unnerved. A few moments of awkward silence passed. “Oh… God… THIS BURNS!” Shawn yelled out, clearly in pain.
“Yes Shawn.” Newman began again. “Our bodies cannot handle the chemical makeup of that cream. You REALLY ought to take a chemical shower…”
Grace began giggling wildly, clearly reveling in Shawn’s somewhat comical pain. “What’s the matter Shawny-Poo?” She started with the tone of a teasing school-girl. “Not MAN enough to handle a little protein?” she asked with a devilish wink.
“You… Bitch…” Shawn mustered out, gritting his teeth from the pain encompassing his arms.
“What’s that? Spouting out more abuse?” Grace asked, confidently striding towards him. Despite standing more than a foot shorter than Shawn, the young woman was already almost as wide as he was in terms of upper body; all while maintaining a much slimmer waist. While Shawn definitely had a classic “V Taper” shape to his upper half, Grace’s was far more proportionately pronounced. “I wouldn’t keep that up if I were you.” She said with a stern expression in her crystal blue eyes.
“Or what?” Shawn retorted.
“Well…” Grace started. “The way I see it, after a few hours I’m already this strong.” Boldly, she reached her small hands out and grabbed onto Shawn’s large bicep. “While your arms may be big…” She started to squeeze her fingers into his bicep, which felt more like soft dough compared to the steely iron presented a few hours ago. “But they’re not all that impressive.” she harshly explained, digging her fingers in deeper, causing a deep indentation.
“I mean…” Grace continued, a wicked smile forming at her lips. “You’ve seen my strength increase considerably over the course of the past few MINUTES! You haven’t even seen a complete day of my growth!”
Surprised, Shawn yelped out from the influx of newfound pain. “That’s what you think!” he yelled out, snatching his arm away from Grace’s grasp. “But none of that matters! I’ll always be able to take you on in a fight, you she-hulk freak!” he exclaimed, puffing out his chest in spite of the burning sensation from both the lotion and Grace’s grip.
“Oh yeah?” Grace asked, arching an eyebrow. “YOU want to fight ME?” she asked letting out a laugh.
“That’s right!” Shawn affirmed. “Tomorrow morning! You and me in the ring! Full contact!”
“You’re on.” Grace responded, self-assured in her decision.
Without further delay, Shawn broke down and begged Dr. Newman to bring him to the chemical shower. The much smaller man rushed him out of the area, leaving Grace by herself.
“A fight, huh?” she said quietly to herself, thinking over the situation. If Shawn’s large muscles were already this soft and doughy to the hard-bodied blonde, she could only imagine how things would be in a few hours. After all – while he would inevitably go to sleep, she could continue to train herself, reaching ever closer to goddess-hood.
The blonde turned to face the workout machine and grinned widely. Even though she had all the time in the world, she didn’t want to waste a moment.
– To be continued in Chapter 3. The Fight!
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