Grace and Shawn Chapter 5 – Showtime!
by MagnusMagneto
Commissioned by Up2NoGd1 of Deviantart
Originally Published: October 11, 2014
(Author’s note: This is where the story starts to get REALLY crazy and, in a way ‘jumps the shark’. If you want your FMG to be realistic, turn away. If you want extreme strength, proportions that are geometrically impossible, and ridiculous action, then get ready and enjoy yourself!)
The latest modifications to Grace were a riveting success. Her body truly had no tangible limit, so long as it was given enough resistance and resources. Thanks to the improved protein cream Newman created prior, within a matter of days, Grace’s strength had skyrocketed further than anyone ever thought possible.
Before long, she had outstripped everything the achievement center had to offer in terms of challenging her body. The electromagnetic resistance machine could only output 10 tons of weight, and Grace could easily curl that single-handedly!
As the new absolute ruler of the center, Grace funneled all available staff and resources into solely designing ways to challenge and enhance her body even further. This lead to reckless spending with no long-term means of recouping the costs in sight. Grace cut the budgets of everything she could, from salaries to dismantling every program the center was pursuing irrelevant to her interests.
Naturally, this upset and worried the majority of scientists working at the center, causing an exodus of employees to leave. After a few weeks of unrest, roughly only 30 percent of the center’s staff remained. Those who stayed behind had become devout followers of Grace, dedicating their lives to crafting and perfecting the most powerful human being of all time.
This was exactly as Grace had planned. The men (well, the vast majority were men) who remained had little need for high salaries, as the vast majority of their time and effort were spent on the projects Grace assigned them.
Despite having a small legion of followers, almost all of whom were infatuated with her, Grace chose to remain physically pure. The thought of having romantic relations, particularly those of the physical nature, with a regular human had become very unappealing to the goddess. Even the man she formerly ogled before, Shawn, seemed more of a weak child to her than a potential partner.
Grace still managed to keep herself satisfied. Instead of seeking external validation, she found that pleasuring herself and the joy derived from improving even further kept her far more satiated than anyone could hope to achieve.
Part 2. A few months after Grace’s takeover of the center.
“You called for me Grace?” Newman entered the office, holding a vial of the fourth generation of protein-cream the center had developed. At this point it contained far more than merely protein, and would likely prove extremely toxic to anyone other than Grace.
The woman rose from her chair – custom made to support her immensely heavy frame. Despite standing a near full head shorter than Newman, Grace’s sheer muscularity made her presence immensely more pronounced. While she hadn’t gained much visible size at her relaxed state, everyone at the center was well aware that the blonde bombshell had the extraordinary ability to literally pump nearly every muscle in her body up to nearly twice its current circumference.
“That’s right Newman. It’s time for our regular update.”
Newman blinked a couple times. “Err, don’t take this the wrong way Grace, but you’re already on top of everything going on here. It seems pretty unnecessary for me to give you an update.”
Grace let out a light chuckle. “You do have a point. Especially thanks to the new computer setup we built recently.” She was referring to a monstrous triple-monitor setup on her desk. Grace’s ‘command station’ as she called it had the most powerful computer the center had to offer, and featured a custom made keyboard that was capable of properly registering her now over 360 WPM typing speed, and sturdy enough to withstand her keystrokes. Of course, Grace still had to control her strength substantially whenever she used the machine.
“Still…” she continued. “Play along and amuse me.”
“Alright.” Newman agreed. “The good news is that we’ve finished work on the medical spray – although the contents of it are too potent for exposure on anyone’s skin other than your own.”
“Sounds good to me!” Grace said, picking up a prototype canister of the mentioned chemical on her desk. “So, simply spraying this onto an open wound should heal it quickly?” she asked before putting it back down.
“Eh, yes. In theory. While it will help further ensure that you’re invincible, it doesn’t help with our ailing coffers. The ability to license the product, or even kick start our own production of it could have been an immense boon…”
Grace scoffed. “Are you STILL concerned about that? The money?”
Newman looked around the room. Arguing with Grace about anything was a difficult prospect. She had become so powerful, both in body and administrative power that there was virtually nothing anyone could do to her. On top of that, she had become surprisingly intelligent. Her immense reaction time let her easily digest data from multiple sources at once, and she practically didn’t sleep, allowing her to constantly study anything she desired.
“Yes Grace. As I’m sure you’re well aware, we’re going to completely run out of money in a few months. You must have some sort of plan for this…”
Grace gave a playful wink. “Don’t worry. Now, I have the reports here, but I want to get your promise that the latest model of the electromagnetic resistance machine will be ready before the end of next month.”
Newman nodded. “It should be, yeah. It’ll be capable of outputting up to 100 tons of resistance.”
“Excellent. Okay Newman, I have an actual request for you.” Grace said before opening her desk drawer and taking out a semi-automatic pistol.
“Grace!?” Newman yelled out.
“Oh hush. If I wanted to hurt someone, it’d be far more effective to use my OWN guns.” Grace mused, finding her own silly pun humorous. She took the pistol and handed it to her assistant. “Take it. Careful, it’s loaded with the safety off.”
Newman gulped as he delicately picked the gun up. He fumbled around with it, obviously looking to turn the safety back on.
“Don’t bother.” Grace commanded, easily sensing what he was trying to do. “You’re going to help me by shooting me.” she explained with an eery cool to her voice.
“Sh-shoot you!?” Newman stuttered.
“Yeah. In my torso. Aim for my abs, though you hit me in the chest that’s fine too. Just avoid the head. I’d probably be fine if you hit my head, but I’m not positive yet.”
“But… why?”
“Don’t be coy. You know why. We’re going to see if I’m bulletproof… and if I’m not, then I’m going to BECOME bulletproof!” Grace explained. “Now aim the gun at me.”
Newman took the pistol in his hands, trying to imitate what he had seen in television shows and video games. He made sure the gun was pointed low enough that there was no way he could hit her above the chest.
“Do it.” Grace confidently commanded.
Newman gulped, steeled himself, and pulled the trigger. The gun rang out as the bullet directly connected with the upper right corner of Grace’s prodigious abs. To the scientist’s surprise, the bullet failed to pass through her core, remaining simply lodged within her midsection – not unlike a bulletproof vest.
“Mmmm…” Grace purred. “Stings a little, but feels kind of good… Do it again.” she ordered.
“Are.. Are you sure!?”
Grace nodded. “You’ve got an automatic, fire three rounds in rapid succession. Do it.”
The scientist took a deep breath to collect his nerves before following Grace’s instructions. Three shots rang out. Due to the recoil, they spread out, reaching the upper and lower echelons of her midsection.
“Oh god…” Grace uttered. “More! Finish the whole clip!” she shouted with near ecstasy to her voice.
Newman closed his eyes and continued pulling the trigger. The bullets flew out once more, with an even wider spread than the previous volley. After the clip was emptied, a dozen slugs adorned Grace’s body, spread across her abdomen and chest, with one shot even reaching her upper thigh.
“Jeeze Newman. You’re a pretty terrible shot!” Grace laughed before grabbing onto one of the bullets and literally yanking it out of her flesh. A small stream of blood started to trickle out, similar to a deep cut.
“Grace…” Newman reached for the medical spray.
“Not yet.” she stopped him before pulling out each and every one of the remaining bullets. After removing the lead from her frame, she picked up the tube of generation 4 protein cream and started smearing it onto the exposed flesh.
“That’s an open wound!” Newman exclaimed.
“Exactly.” Grace affirmed, taking another glob of the cream and smearing it directly over the remainder of the holes. She grit her teeth as the sensation stung immensely. “Oh god…” she muttered again. “I can feel an immense surge of power coming…”
Newman gulped.
Grace grabbed the medicinal spray and started applying it to the wounds. Within mere moments of application, the skin began to regrow as the wounds sealed up. The blonde started laughing. “You’ll have to trust me on this one, but I assure that every ounce of my being is even MORE powerful now. “Now. About the fire chamber I requested. The one that’ll spew out flames of varying intensities… Meet me there with the fireproof helmet so I can keep my hair safe.”
“You can’t be implying…”
“I am.”
Part 3. One year after the beginning of Chapter 1.
Shawn Masterson was set to once again break his own world record on the bench press on national television. The crowd wasn’t quite as hyped as it was last year, as rumor had it the world’s strongest man hadn’t gotten all that much stronger. Regardless, there was still a great deal of fanfare for the event.
After a great deal of effort, the living Adonis had benched a few hundred more pounds more than his record last year. The crowd cheered, but ultimately seemed somewhat disappointed with the show as a whole. Suddenly, the tremendous crash could be heard from side of the stage as a door was literally knocked off of its hinged.
Everyone gasped as what appeared to be an immensely muscular woman waltzed onto the stage. Wearing little more than a sports bra and workout underwear, every muscle on her compact frame was proudly on display. The blonde woman strolled over to Shawn, who was still sitting on the weight bench, resting after his monumental feat.
“This looks like a lot of weight here Shawny!” Grace teased before daintily bringing her hand toward the oversized bar holding the massive steel plates and wrapping her fingers around it.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Shawn sputtered, a knot forming in his stomach as he watched the impossibly muscular girl grasp the weight that took all of his effort to lift.
“Oh, you know, just felt like warming up a bit.” The blonde explained with a giggle before effortlessly lifting the gargantuan mass of steel single-handedly, hoisting it high into the air above her head. The act caused Grace almost no strain whatsoever, causing her muscles to barely react at all.
A loud buzzing could be heard from the crowd as everyone began murmuring. Who was this mysterious woman? How was she lifting that weight so easily? Was the weight fake and Shawn a fraud, or could it be possible that someone just picked it up like that?
Shawn stared slack-jawed, completely unsure of how to react to sight in front of him. Grace let out a giggle before proceeding to curl the obscenely large weight, her massive arms ballooning from the motion. “Soooo light!” she observed playfully tossing the entire bar into the air and catching it with her other hand. “Are you SURE this is over one ton?”
“Of course it is!” Shawn yelled, his already reddened face grew even brighter.
“If you say so…” Grace casually tossed the weight aside, causing it to crash to the ground with a deafening thud. The floor was visibly impacted from the impact of the mass.
“What are you doing here!?” Shawn practically screamed.
“Oh, you know me, I just wanted to work out… After all, my guns are looking a little weak, wouldn’t you say?” Grace joked before performing a class double bicep pose, forcing the muscles to expand closer to their maximum size. Over 30 inches of sheer, rippling power rose at her command.
Shawn’s jaw literally dropped, he stammered for words, but nothing came.
“This is still pretty puny…” Grace noted before repeating the process of flexing her arms again, causing the massive mounds of flesh to grow even further. “As you can see…” she did it again, another few inches piling on. “I’ve gained FULL control of my body since we last met!” After one final effort she obtained her maximum size, arms that reached a whopping 42 inches in circumference.
“I… I…” Shawn started, still having difficulty speaking. “G-Grace, what exactly do you want anyways?”
“Well, I thought this show was supposed to set the record for the world’s strongest man, right?”
Shawn, completely dumbfounded, didn’t even bother to respond.
“Anyways…” Grace continued. “You certainly are the strongest MAN alive. No doubting that! But why don’t we find out how strong earth’s mightiest WOMAN is?”
“Well, you just tossed the majority of our weights here on the ground.” Shawn explained, utterly defeated.
“No problem! Roll it in boys!” Grace commanded
A group of scientists brought one of the magnetic workout machines from the center onto the stage. “Remember this thing Shawn?” Grace asked.
Shawn nodded. “Looks a little different though…”
“Well, for those of you at home…” Grace started as she moved over to the device, powering it on. “It’s a workout machine that can provide up to 100 TONs of resistance! Now, I’m sure that this sounds impossible for everyone watching, so how about we give them a demonstration?”
“Uh, alright.” Shawn agreed, unsure of his response.
“Let’s start with a little warmup. How about… eh 5 tons of weight?” Grace tapped the control panel a few times. “Okay big guy, it’s all you!”
Shawn moved over to the resistance bar and grabbed onto it with both hands. He gave it a solid tug, but it wouldn’t move whatsoever.
“What’s wrong Shawn? It looks like you can’t budge that thing at all!”
“Shut up!” Shawn barked. He quickly moved back over to the machine, grabbed onto the handle with both hands and began pulling as hard as he possibly could. He positioned both of his feet onto the base of the device, allowing him to put his entire body’s strength into the action.
“Careful tough guy, you might hurt yourself…” Grace said, noting the sheer amount of effort Shawn was exerting.
“I said shut up!” Shawn quipped again. He regathered himself and pulled with every fiber of his being. He let out a loud and audible grunt, and after another burst, he finally got the machine to budge far enough to register a successful repetition. Exhausted he dropped to the ground before letting out a yelp of pain. “God dammit, my back’s killing me!”
“I warned you not to wear yourself out…” Grace mused before playfully waltzing towards the machine.
Shawn let out another pained yell before a pair of standby medics on the stage finally came forth to tend to him.
Grace turned to the audience, “Ladies and Gents, give it up for Shawn Masterson who just successfully pulled 5 tons of weight!” she announced, her immensely powerful lungs easily projecting her voice throughout the auditorium.
A mixture of confused applause and muttering could be heard from the audience. The spectators were clearly unsure of how to even react to what was occurring.
The blonde haired beauty continued. “Though… being the whimsical little girl, I kind of want to try my own hand at this much weight…”
“Grace… don’t.” Shawn sputtered.
Grace brought a dainty hand to the handle and gripped it gently. With minimal effort, she pulled it, the five tons of resistance quickly yielding to her effort. “Woops! Sorry Shawn, I went ahead and did it anyways!” She cranked up a couple repetitions, easily performing the motion single-handedly that Shawn’s entire body could barely replicate. “Wow, I could have sworn you made this look way heavier…”
“Say, can one of you come over here and check this for me?” Grace asked, referring to the medics.
One of them got up before going over to the handle and giving it a firm tug – the handle refused to budge even a centimeter. “I can’t say exactly how heavy it is, but I can assure you there’s no way someone like me could move it at all.”
“Oh. That’s strange, huh?” Grace continued to tease. “Say, how’s our champ Shawn doing?” she asked the other medic.
“He’s definitely pulled his back and deltoids. Possibly some muscles in his arms as well. Really badly too. He might be out of commission for up to a month.”
“Out of commission for a month!?” Shawn shouted. “How am I going to train?”
The medic shook his head. “I’m sorry, but you won’t be able to. You’ll just have to rest for a while. Absolutely no training anything in your upper body.”
Shawn let out a loud groan. “Won’t I atrophy though!?”
The medic nodded. “You will likely lose some of your progress. Yes.”
It took Grace her best efforts to hold her laughter back. “What a shame Shawny, seems like no matter what I do to my body I just get even stronger!” She turned back to the machine and pressed a few buttons. “Anyways, considering that 5 tons was waay too light for me, perhaps I should try doubling it?”
She tapped the screen a few times, increasing the resistance in the process. “Ookay, 10 tons!” she yelled out before grabbing onto the handle and effortlessly curling it once again. “Drats. Still too easy.” she pouted.
“Say, mister medic. How about you personally come over here and change this to 50 tons to make sure I’m not cheating?”
“Err… okay.” The medic came over and followed the simply on-screen commands to do just that.
The machine whirred as the electromagnets powered up even further. Grace grabbed on and pulled once again. “Mmm… I can kind of feel this..” she observed, performing a few slow, easy curls as her arms bulged immensely, veritable inches of muscle popping up to accommodate the task.
Just then, Newman ran in. “Grace!” he yelled out. “When you guys burst through the door it triggered some alarms!”
“Not now Newman.” Grace said dismissively. “Now, let’s get this baby up to full power! Want to do the honors?” she asked the medic.
Unsure of how exactly to respond, he nodded and tapped the screen a few more times. The machine quickly powered up to its full potential. Grace grabbed on with one arm and attempted to curl the band with one arm, but found it was too difficult a task. “Wow! Now this is a challenge!” she exclaimed before grabbing on with both arms and successfully curling the bar.
Her arms swelled up to their proportionately absurd 40+ inch maximums from the sheer difficulty of the task at hand. She repeated the process a few times, watching her arms pump up even further, reaching a new a new record of 43 inches in circumference. After a few more curls, she stopped. “Pretty impressive, huh?” she announced to the audience. “Still, I think I can do better than that. Newman, toss me some cream.”
“Grace, the alarm, we really don-”
“Toss it!” Grace shouted, amazed that Newman would defy her at a time like this!
The scientist sighed and lobbed the tube over to her. Grace quickly squeezed out the entirety of its contents and lathered it all across her upper section. “Mmm… feels good!” she shouted before grabbing onto the handle with a solitary hand. She pulled at the weight and could feel her arm immediately increasing in power at an astounding rate.
The camera zoomed in on her limb, which was growing stronger by the moment! After a few seconds, it had increased in circumference by another inch, and the handle started to budge. Grace was literally curling 100 tons at once! “YES!” she yelled out before repeating the process, her arm gaining another inch as the exercise became even easier. She continued the motion a few more times before it became too easy.
After letting go, she turned to the camera and flexed her arms up to their absolute new limit – 46 inches. “Now that I’ve got everyone’s attention…” Grace stared directly at the camera, a devious glee met her face. “I, Grace Ellsworth, hereby declare myself the queen of the world!”
Just then, a trio of police officers burst onto the stage, their pistols drawn.
“Drop your weapons!” One of the officers yelled.
“How can I do that? They’re attached to me!” Grace quipped, flexing her arm self-indulgently, reveling in how unfathomably strong she had become.
“Er… Get on the ground!” he retorted.
“Nah.” Grace replied with a snicker. Instead, she decided to slowly make her way towards the armed policeman.
“Freeze or we’ll shoot!”
“I wouldn’t waste the bullets if I were you.” Grace continued walking slowly, deliberately making her steps intimidating with her immense musculature.
Not wanting to fire on an unarmed woman on national television, the squad remained completely frozen in place.
Grace continued strolling until she was directly in front of the officer in the middle. “It’s not nice to point a gun at a lady.”
“Last warning!” he screamed.
“Or what?” With speed faster than the naked eye could register, Grace snatched the gun right out of the officer’s hands before instantly crushing it in her immense grip. “Woops.” she sneered before dropping the crumpled steel to the ground.
“FIRE!” one of the other officers yelled. The two pistols discharged, their rounds traveling directly into Grace’s powerful torso. As the slugs connected with Grace’s skin, a ringing sound came out, similar to that of a gun shooting steel.
Grace’s body seemed completely unscathed by the gunfire, and a pair of crumpled bullets fell to the ground. She let out a yawn and observed the back of her nails. The officers shot off another couple of rounds, but those too met a similar fate. “Give up yet?”
All three of the officers backed off before turning tail and running away. Grace gave an amused smirk before turning back towards the camera. “Now that I’ve proven that it’s pointless to resist… Who wants to start giving me money? Then again… who needs money when I can take whatever I need. Still, would be nice to setup a base of followers, ya know?”
Just then, Grace’s incredibly sharp ears heard something. Something similar to… tank-treads. “Hold that thought.” She said before kneeling down slightly and propelling herself dozens of feet into the air with one immensely powerful motion. Her harder-than-steel body effortlessly crashed through the roof thanks to the momentum her legs provided.
She landed just outside of the auditorium and quickly looked up to find… a tank!
“A friggan tank!? REALLY?!” Before she could fully understand the extent of what was going on, Grace’s superhuman senses detected the vehicle’s barrel about to fire. Within fractions of second, Grace’s reactions kicked in and the blonde propelled herself sky-high into the air once again with her right foot. The human ball of muscle’s airborne trajectory put her precisely on course with the tank. As she landed on the roof of the vehicle, her feet sunk into the metal several inches.
The tank’s cannon fired, unleashing a tremendous blast where Grace formerly stood. With one swift motion, Grace brought her arm back before punching down into the tank’s roof. The steel immediately yielded to her far more powerful fist as she effortlessly punctured the material. She grabbed onto the steel with both hands, ripping it flat off like a can of sardines. The tank’s driver looked up, his mouth completely wide open.
Grace looked down at the terrified man and smirked. “I can’t believe you’d want to kill someone as hot as me!” she laughed before reaching down and grabbing onto his collar. Without any effort whatsoever, Grace hoisted him into the air straight overhead. “Lucky for you, I’m a lot nicer. Hope you know how to tumble!” she said before flicking her wrist dismissively, sending the man flying several yards away before he landed to relative safety.
Just then, the loud, indisputable noise of a large helicopter’s blades rang out. Grace looked up and noticed a military grade black hawk chopper staring down at her! Her eyes quickly honed in on its miniguns, and she immediately discerned that they were revving up to fire!
“HEY, THERE ARE PEOPLE DOWN HERE!” she screamed before leaping down from the tank’s roof and in front of its barrel.
The miniguns finished warming up and a hellfire of lead spewed forth. Grace couldn’t believe that the military would fire so haphazardly in a heavily populated area. She grabbed onto the barrel of the tank, and hoisted the entire vehicle up into the air by its nose! The musclebound superwoman brought the entire vehicle back before hurling it into the air as a projectile, right on course with the helicopter! The chopper’s pilots immediately bailed out, activating their parachutes as the 68 tons of steel collided with the helicopter, immediately smashing it to pieces.
A few of the metal slugs fired by the minigun found their way into Grace’s musclebound flesh. Unlike the smaller caliber bullets fired by the handguns earlier, the 7.62mm rounds that connected with Grace lay lodged within her body. Four bullets protruded from her thick abdomen, and an additional half a dozen scattered across her upper chest and shoulders. The blonde smirked – this was almost identical in setup to her tests with Newman in the lab. Instead of picking the bullets out with her fingers, Grace opted to simply tense her body, forcing the rounds out with the sheer force of her contracting muscles. The shells rang like bells as they fell to the ground.
Worry overtook Grace as she quickly realized she didn’t have any of the medicinal spray to heal the open wounds. Suddenly, something occurred to her. Her wounds weren’t bleeding at all. She glanced down and noticed they were… closing on their own! “How the hell…” she wondered. There was no time to worry about the specifics – she’d have to research this later.
During this entire process, the ragtag assortment of police officers and national guard soldiers were watching from afar. This seemingly superhuman woman had not only literally thrown a tank into a helicopter, but appeared to be virtually bulletproof as well.
“Come on boys, why don’t you put your toy guns down and go home?”
The soldiers continued aiming, unsure of what to do. Just then, an order came through. The soldiers were to retreat for the time being. Grace smirked as she saw the troops retreat in a scramble.
Earth had a new self-proclaimed defacto ruler. She just had to figure out what she was going to do next.
To be concluded in Chapter 6 – Final Showdown!
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