Chapter 2 Series Menu Chapter 4
Grace and Shawn Chapter 3: The Fight
by MagusMagneto
Commissioned by Up2nogd1 of Deviantart
Part 1. A few minutes after Chapter 2
After helping Shawn wash up and guiding him back to his quarters, Dr. Newman returned to the Assessment Center to find Grace already working out with one of the machines. As he approached the young woman from behind, he couldn’t help but freeze in place, taken aback by her magnificent form. She was performing lateral pull-downs, causing the massive muscles in her back to bulge triumphantly with each repetition. Not only were the thick slabs of powerful meat imposingly large, but they were impossibly defined; each and every individual muscle was fiercely sharp.
The accumulated muscle on Grace’s body had given shape to a cartoonishly exaggerated hourglass figure that most woman would kill for. Her blonde hair still hung in a tight ponytail and shined with a renewed luster that was absent from a few hours prior. Despite heavily taxing herself, not a drop of sweat blemished Grace’s form; as if her body had adapted to not need such a primal function.
Realizing he was flat out gawking, the doctor lightly shook himself back to reality and continued approaching the girl. Having finished her back exercise, Grace spared no time switching to a tricep pushdown movement. As with the lattisimus movements, each repetition of this new motion forced the corresponding muscles to jump to life with startling ferocity. Even from a distance, it was clear that the muscles in Grace’s body were downright harder than a typical person’s. In fact, her entire frame appeared to be abnormally solid, as if she had an unfathomable reserve of energy within.
As Newman reached physical proximity of Grace he was surprised that the amazon in front of him didn’t seem to notice his presence at all. He couldn’t help but admire her dedication and intensity towards improving herself even further. While professionally he had a vested interest in Grace’s success, he was quickly coming to feel personally invested as well. The doctor wanted more and more to see how far Grace’s body could be pushed. He imagined her performing incredible feats with her voluptuous form: lifting cars, bending steel, leaping a dozen feet into the air. This train of thought was providing itself more arousing than the doctor anticipated, and he had to collect himself before alerting his presence to Grace.
While trying to gather his professionalism, Newman was interrupted.
“Enjoying the show?” Grace asked playfully with a giggle, catching the much smaller man off guard. The doctor was taken aback, surprised that the woman knew he was there. “I could sense you entering the room. It’s hard to explain, but I can feel things happening around me rather easily now.”
“Oh, heavens, sorry for, er, ‘creeping’.” The doctor responded, the final word in his sentence sounding forced, as it was a term he rarely used.
Grace giggled again. She tapped the interface of the machine, adding an additional ten pounds of resistance before continuing. The added weight forced Grace’s impressive horseshoe triceps to pop out even more triumphantly than before. “Creeping?” she asked, clearly bemused. “I wouldn’t call admiring the creation of a goddess as ‘creeping'” There was a commanding confidence to Grace’s tone. She was a mentally sharp girl, and fully well knew she was on her way to nigh invincibility. “Why don’t you be a good follower and help your goddess grow?” she offered. “Besides, we both know you want to feel them.”
The smaller man obeyed, enjoying the same ritual he had performed earlier in the day as he applied more of the protein-cream directly onto the muscles the blonde was working. It was an intoxicating experience for both doctor and ‘patient’. Grace reveled in the sensation of her body acquiring more nutrients, while Newman fed into his own selfish pleasures of feeling Grace’s otherworldly muscles beneath her blemish-less smooth skin.
After Grace had finished the exercise, she finally took a moment to rest. “Err… Grace.” The doctor started, seeing an opportunity to start a dialogue. “About your fight with Shawn…”
A quick glance of disgust met Grace’s eyes as she thought about the arrogant man she used to admire. The 18 year not only felt disbelief that somebody could be as cruel as Shawn, but was disappointed in herself for looking up to him for so long. “Yeah, I’m gonna kick his ass! Well, I won’t hurt him too badly, but he needs to be taken down a peg.” Grace announced.
Newman nodded. “I definitely agree. However, while your physique is very formidable…”
Grace raised both of her eyebrows in disbelief that the doctor was really about to doubt her after her performance earlier. “Doc, I’m gonna be stronger than him by tonight… Let alone tomorrow.” she cut in matter-of-factly.
“While you are probably correct there are some other factors to take into account.”
“Like what?” Grace asked.
“For starters, Shawn has actually trained in boxing for quite some time. He’s also a lot taller than you, so his limbs are considerably longer. Additionally, he has some of the fastest recorded reaction times in human history. Sheer strength alone won’t win in combat.” Newman explained.
A half-frown met Grace’s face. Even she had to admit the doctor raised some very valid points. “Well, I guess I’ll have to get so strong that he can’t even hurt me!”
“Your enthusiasm is great…” Newman started.
Grace let out a sigh. “But it’s not enough, right?”
“While I’m sure that you will indeed reach a point where even the strongest man alive can’t dent you… For the time being we should focus on increasing your odds of winning the fight tomorrow as much as possible.”
Grace nodded. “So… Doc, do you have a plan?” Grace asked, both curious and eager to find out what the doctor could offer.
“Well… We both know how efficient your body is at utilizing nutrients right?”
Grace nodded.
“Theoretically, not only could you get physically stronger, but your mind evolve to work faster as well.” He reasoned.
“You’re saying the nutrients could make me smarter as well?” Grace asked, a smile forming at her sultry lips. She was already above average in the intelligence department, often cited as ‘gifted’, but the idea of developing her intellect to match her body was too great to pass up.
“Well… the extra nutrients can’t really help you learn better or impart knowledge into your mind of course… But you could certainly train yourself to think faster… increasing your reaction speed and snap analytical ability.”
A frown met Grace’s lips. Her dreams of super-intellect were probably never going to happen. “Basically, skills that are useful in combat.” Grace added.
“Exactly.” Newman affirmed. “Now for what I was getting at. I had to pull a few strings, but the higher ups have agreed to allow you to sleep in the Aurora Chamber.” Newman said, somewhat proud of his accomplishment. “Well, not sleep, but, hang out, or what have you.”
“The Aurora what?” Grace asked, clearly not following along.
“Come with me and I’ll explain everything.” Newman said, leading the muscular woman out of the high-tech gym and down the hall. As they began their trek he resumed talking. “As I’m sure you’re well aware, the lights in the gymnasium area are capable of emitting nutrients.”
“Mmmhmm, I’m a big fan of that.” Grace purred.
“Well… I’m sure it’s quite obvious that this was planned very intentionally. The process of modifying the properties of light in such a fashion was… Quite expensive, but ultimately a lot easier than we initially thought.”
“I’m sure it was a lot of work, and I’m really quite appreciative for the effort…” Grace wasn’t too sure where Newman was going with this.
“The lights in the gym… they’re… well, they’re the ‘light’ version of the research.” Newman attempted to make a pun, although his delivery was quite flat. “Ahem, excuse me.”
Grace couldn’t help but giggle at the scientist’s bumbling.
“Anyways. Long story short. Turns out that outputting a huge amount of nutrients by means of light is quite dangerous for us regular people! After all, the sun by itself can cause cancer, so start spitting out a myriad of other things and there are all sorts of complications!”
Grace had an inkling of where Newman was going with this. “Go on…”
Well this…” he abruptly stopped in front of a heavily sealed off door. “This is where the real lights are. They output ten times the nutrients the lights in the gym do.”
“Mmmm…” Grace purred, imagining the sheer amount of nutrition her body could utilize.
“But wait, there’s more!” Newman cheerfully added. “The chamber not only emits ten times the nutrients that the gym lights do, but also has a whole bevvy of other vitamins that were simply too dangerous for us mere mortals to constantly soak in.”
The doctor’s fingers deftly inputted a security code, causing the blast doors to open up. “I can’t follow you in… but it should be simple enough to figure out. Oh! One more thing! While the lights were off, I left a few items in there for you to help prepare you for tomorrow…”
“Thanks for everything doc, you’re a great servant!” Grace teased before wrapping her muscular arms around the thin man and effortlessly lifting him into the air. After putting him back down, she reached up and gave him a kiss on the cheek before turning and entering the chamber.
The scientist’s face turned beet red as he watched the woman he helped turn into a goddess walk towards the next step in her ascension. Instinctively, his eyes watched her round behind bounce with each step; her recently formed calves bulging with each step. The hamstrings and tendons behind her large quads were more pronounced, fortified by the day’s activities. Newman’s eyes made their way up to her back, which was now significantly broader than his own. Even Grace’s shoulders were significantly rounder and more prominent.
All that muscle mass, and it was much harder than anyone’s on earth… Even harder than Shawn’s. Despite being one of the head scientists on the therapy, Newman found it difficult to believe it was possible for somebody to evolve so much in just one day. Being a lifelong admirer of powerful women, he couldn’t help but feel pangs of arousal towards the newly crafted goddess. Not to mention that Grace was so full of youth and vitality. He wondered just how far she could go, and he wanted nothing more than to help her achieve her true maximum potential. To be there when she was unleashed upon the world.
Part 2.
As Grace passed the threshold, the heavy doors closed behind her. The scientist was right about one thing, there wasn’t much to the chamber. There was very nice looking bed completely surrounded by ominous purple lights covering every possible inch of the walls and ceiling. One of the high-tech workout machines accompanied a high-quality television, and a fully furnished bathroom connected to the main chamber. As soon as the rays hit her skin, Grace couldn’t help but moan slightly in ecstasy. She could practically feel her body ravenously devouring every last beam that it could.
Without delay Grace stripped naked to allow the light’s rays to touch as much surface area of her body as possible. The feeling was downright euphoric, and the young woman found herself on the brink of self pleasure. Trying to veer her mind away from that train of thought, she looked over at the rather high-tech looking bed in the middle of the room, to find that Newman did indeed leave a few items for her. Specifically, he left a few DVDs as well as a couple tubes of the protein cream.
Grace smiled as she casually read the back of one of the DVDs. ‘A crash course in a mixture of practical fighting moves to help anyone, even the smallest and weakest of people to defend themselves!’ one of the prominent lines read. Grace rolled her eyes a bit at the description, musing the concept of the DVD’s creators never imagining someone with her strength wanting to take self-defense classes.
For the next hour, Grace followed the DVD program, finding herself quickly mastering the basic moves without much fuss. To her surprise, despite being so heavily muscled, Grace’s body was incredibly limber. Somehow the therapy had programmed the young amazon’s body to automatically stretch out her muscles, as she was capable of kicking above her head with ease.
Curious to see just how flexible she was, Grace popped in a ‘master level’ yoga DVD. The lithe instructor on the television screen warned that these moves were only to be attempted by those who had already trained their body to enter and hold such bizarre positions. “Challenge accepted.” Grace muttered playfully to herself.
The warmup positions and holds posed no challenge whatsoever for Grace. As she entered a full split, she reached over for her right foot, and found that despite her considerably bulky muscles, she was able to reach even further than she ever could before the events of the day. While reaching as far as she could, the blonde could sense the relevant parts of her quadriceps literally stretching out nearly instantaneously.
Before long, the instructor on the video began performing various advanced moves. Grace found that while some of them posed a small amount of initial challenge, her body immediately adapted, stretching where necessary to accommodate the motions. She realized that by simply thinking about the motion she was about to perform, her body actually altered itself to allow for the action.
After finishing the advanced yoga DVD, Grace moved onto the disc that intrigued her the most. The words ‘Training Your Mind’ in gaudy font sat on front of a sketchy looking cover. Slightly dubious, Grace popped in the disc. The program was very bare-bones, and frankly, probably wouldn’t have helped out most people. Grace got the impression that the video was probably originally some VHS from the 80s or even 70s that got re-released on DVD to throw into the dollar bins at department stores.
A droning voice instructed viewers to track lights with their vision, and to perform various motions when the color of the light changed. There were a few other exercises as well, but they didn’t really guide or instruct much. Still, to Grace’s surprise, Newman’s hypothesis was right. As the blonde followed the changing lights, she realized that she was able to react to them with greater speed after each session. Eventually, she reached a point that she was capable of discerning when the light would change before it occurred based off of the smallest elements of the program. Before long, she was capable of reacting to the video’s queues before they even went occurred.
After mastering that DVD, a hypothesis formed in Grace’s mind. Surely, if she read the queues of a light changing color and react to that, she could discern a person’s body in combat. Curious, Grace popped in another combat DVD. Instead of following along with the instructor, this time she specifically scrutinized his every minute movement. Sure enough, patterns began to emerge. Each and every move was telegraphed by some motion.
Confident that she could take on just about anyone in hand to hand combat, Grace resumed what she enjoyed most – using the high tech workout machine and protein cream to build up her impressive body even further.
Part 3. The next day, at the Center for Human Achievement’s Combat Analysis Center
Grace stood tall and confident in the center of the arena. It was a standard fighting ring with mesh nets preventing combatants from falling out, or being thrown out. She was both mentally and physically prepared for Shawn, coaching herself on how she would teach him a lesson without doing too much damage. Before long, the arrogant man came in. His formerly flawless skin had some unsightly blemishes from his stung with the protein-cream yesterday, although he had been assured that it would clear up eventually.
Shawn entered the arena without speaking a word. He was shirtless, with his combat gloves already on. As he approached the younger woman, it was clear that he was still almost a foot taller than her. However, despite their height disparity, Grace’s muscles appeared to be just as large as his now. The taller man couldn’t help but let out a small gulp upon seeing the amazon’s latest progress. In fact, due to the large difference in their height, Grace’s muscles appeared larger proportionately. Shawn wondered if she was still as physically dense as yesterday, or if the larger muscles were softer, like his own. He shook his head to wake himself from the train of thought; it didn’t mater how strong she was. She was a woman with shorter limbs and no instinct for combat.
“Ready to rumble tough guy?” Grace asked with a smirk.
“Yeah, let’s get this over with.” Shawn uttered.
He hated what he was about to do, but he saw no other option. He needed to get this fight over with, and to get the hell out of this god damned achievement center.
“Alright, well ready when you ar-” Grace started before being interrupted.
Shawn’s fist was already flying towards her face! With catlike dexterity, Grace quickly moved her head to the right, deftly dodging the blow completely. Shawn tipped over slightly from the miss, and Grace immediately sidestepped away from the taller man’s immediate striking zone.
“Wow Shawn, didn’t think you’d be the kind of guy to strike first!” Grace taunted. “Surely you should let the lady have a head start?”
“Shut up!” Shawn yelled before launching a roundhouse kick.
Even with only a limited amount of experience, Grace could tell that Shawn was a complete amateur with his kicks. Effortlessly, the blonde grabbed Shawn’s shin mid flight, suspending the entire force of the blow with little effort.
“Aren’t kicks kind of girly big man?” she sneered before gripping the captured calf tightly and literally tossing Shawn into the mesh wall of the arena. If she wanted to, the younger woman could have knocked the leg out of its socket, incapacitating her opponent quickly, but she was feeling merciful.
Shawn lept to his feet with surprising agility, and with a wild rage lunged forward at Grace with a wide right hook. Grace was able to instantaneously pinpoint exactly where the punch was headed, and proceeded to intercept the fist with her own hand, stopping it dead in its tracks. With another swift motion, Grace casually tossed Shawn’s considerably larger frame back into the net of the arena again.
Dumbfounded, Shawn slowly got up to his feet, this time stopping to analyze the situation. He had fought against some of the best in the world, and while he wasn’t the most adept fighter per say, his raw physical talent allowed him to keep up with all manner of boxers, kick-boxers, and mixed martial artists. This however… This was something entirely different. He had never seen another human being move this fluidly and effortlessly while possessing so much power.
Grace noticed the oaf staring off into space and decided to snap him out of it. “I’ll tell ya what. One free blow. Completely scot-free!” Grace offered before proudly pounding her chiseled midsection. The powerful bricks of muscle didn’t budge or ripple at all from the motion. “Right here big guy. I won’t dodge it, so make it count!”
Shawn felt like this had to be a trick, but he had few other options. Grace was a beast unlike any he had ever fought. Simply landing a blow on her at all felt like an insurmountable challenge, so he needed to end it with this one strike. Gathering up all of his strength, Shawn charged up the heaviest hitting gut punch of his life. With enough force to permanently injure most adults, Shawn’s fist met with the wall of muscle. The impact caused a loud smacking sound, and Shawn’s delight, the shorter blonde actually keeled over into the force of the blow.
Before he could revel in his victory for long, Grace got back up, looking just as confident and energetic as ever. “Oof, I could actually feel that… I’ve gotta admit, that was a lot better than I thought it’d be. Guess those soft muscles of yours do have a little bit of power in them…” she teased with a wink.
Shawn’s irritated glare spoke entirely for him.
As Grace stood back up to her full height, she clenched her midsection down, causing the powerful muscles that protected her midsection to spring forward with renewed life. They appeared larger and harder, ready to do their job better this time around. Shawn performed a double take – he didn’t realize how big her abs would look when they were swollen like that.
“Still big guy, didn’t anyone teach you not to hit a girl?” Grace asked rhetorically with a devious grin on her face. “How about you try again? Maybe this time you can do some damage?”
Shawn squinted with disbelief. Was she insane? Even a freakshow like her wouldn’t be able to withstand too many more blows like that. Sure, he wanted to put the blonde in her place, but he certainly didn’t want to rupture any internal organs or the like. Then again, even if he did, Shawn was sure the damned organization and Dr Newman would immediately pool their resources to heal any damage. He clenched his teeth, upset that he had received such a short straw compared to Grace. Why couldn’t they give him the new treatment? Why couldn’t they make him protein cream that worked for his body?
With all of his rage, Shawn built up and let fly another punch that would have absolutely obliterated the innards of most people. Grace smirked as the fist approached, anticipating what was to come. To the blonde’s delight, Shawn’s punch was met with a visceral crunching noise of the bones in his knuckles breaking. It was like he hit a solid cement wall!
The large man screamed out with pain. He had flat out broken his hand on Grace’s abs! “How is this possible?!” he managed to utter as he fell to his knees, cradling his damaged digits.
“You know what they say.” Grace started with her usual sing-song mixture of playful teasing and confidence. “What doesn’t kill me…” She took a deep breath, sucking her midsection up and inward. “Makes me… STRONGER!” she declared before crunching her abdominals down again. Just like before, they were even larger and more pronounced than a few moments earlier.
Unable to come up with a retort, Shawn merely let out a cough.
Despite her massive musculature, Grace had somehow retained all of her femininity as she knelt down and gently scooped up Shawn’s injured hand. “Poor baby…” she mocked as she gave the shattered fingers a light kiss. “I guess that saying doesn’t apply to you. If anything this little incident is going to set your training back at least a few months…”
“You bitch!” Shawn yelled before lifting up his non-injured hand into a fist and attempting to drive it into Grace’s skull.
“Nuh-uh, bad boy.” Grace taunted as she leaned over, placing her massive shoulder in the way of the blow. As Shawn’s knuckles met the much harder muscle of Grace’s deltoid, another shattering crack was heard; although, not quite as devastating as the last one.
“Oh jeeze, are you serious?” Grace asked completely unphased by the attack. “Now you’re just hurting yourself!” she declared before giving Shawn’s meaty chest a light shove that sent him onto his back.
The two combatants rose to their feet. Grace slowly and confidently, and Shawn savagely, trying to use his injured hands as little as possible in the process. To Grace’s surprise, he had already assumed a makeshift fighting stance, as if he was going to resume the fight.
“Come on Shawn… I think you should just give up. I really don’t want to actually hurt you.” Grace offered. She wasn’t lying. The satisfaction of completely emasculating the arrogant man was reward enough. She may be hungry for power, but she wasn’t a sadist.
“Shut up!” Shawn screamed. “I’d never give up to a man let alone a woman!” he bellowed before wildly swinging again.
With a sigh, Grace casually side stepped the swing yet again, but this time followed up with an attack of her own. Using only a controlled amount of force, Grace quickly launched a roundhouse kick directly into the taller man’s abdomen. The massive power provided by the amazon’s monolithic quadriceps and bulging calves was more than enough to force him to fall to his knees.
“Guess I’ll end it quickly…” Grace reasoned before bringing up her chiseled arm, and with one motion brought her elbow down over Shawn’s head, forcing his entire body to slam to the ground beneath them.
“There.” Grace proclaimed loud enough for any of the observers to hear. A faint applause from the handful of viewers could be heard throughout the hall. “According to my calculations he’ll be knocked out for a couple hours… But after his hands heal, there won’t be any permanent damage.”
“Now then… when I first started this program I heard rumors of a potential job offer for me here.” Grace started, beaming with what she had already accomplished. She wondered just how far she could push herself and her newly crafted body if the full resources of the organization were at her disposal. “What’s the latest with that?” she asked assertively, fully aware that there was no way they would let go of her anytime soon.
To be continued in Chapter 4!
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