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by MagnusMagneto
Previously on Equality: Dawn Chapter 2
Hey! My name is Dawn! Well, I introduced myself last chapter, but to recap: I was just your normal bubbly girl in her late 20s. Maybe a little overweight, and, I hate to admit it, but maybe not the brightest bulb… But still pretty normal, I think.
One day everything changed. I won a lottery of sorts to be genetically enhanced by the same people who turned that girl Genesis into the fastest person alive. They cut me an even better deal than Genesis got: they were going to give me the same muscle building potential as the strongest man alive!
In fact, they told me that it was going to be even MORE potential. Something about offsetting me being short. Seemed kind of rude, but, I’m not one to turn down even more free awesomeness! There were a bunch of other upgrades too, like making me naturally prettier, bigger boobs, wider hips, better skin, sharper senses, the works! Unfortunately, they didn’t have much to spruce up my brain, but hey, being the ultimate in all of those other categories seemed like a pretty sweet deal to me!
Best of all, it would require like no effort at all on my part! Of course, I took full advantage of this, and just sat on my butt; a butt that packed on pounds of powerful muscle without me even trying!
My husband, Phil, a tall lanky guy, was pretty jealous, but I knew that he was gonna love my new body. And believe me, he did! Poor guy even started a rigorous weight lifting routine, and I was still gaining more muscle each week than he was. It was just a matter of time until my guns were bigger, harder, and stronger than his. That time came, and believe me, it was thoroughly enjoyable for me!
I discovered the bizarre world of the “female muscle fetish”. Dudes getting off to girls biceps. Jacked girls were flexing and roleplaying on camera while making bank. They didn’t even have to show their tits or anything! Of course, considering that I was developing into quite the she-hulk, AND was going to keep growing week by week, I started up my own online following.
Just like my muscles, my online presence kept growing and growing! Eventually I was making a ton of cash and just quit my boring old day job. As time went by, I was making more money than Phil. You could say I was wearing ‘the pants’ of the marriage in more ways than one!
By the end of Chapter 1, I was starting to get seriously jacked, packing on nearly 200 pounds of sheer muscle on my adorable little 5’2” frame! I was already soooo much stronger than Phil, all without having ever lifted a dumbbell. That was all about to change though. Some absolute madman online donated $10,000 to me under the stipulation that I use it to build a home gym and start weight training. Can’t say no to that!
And that’s where Chapter 2 starts – with me ready to finally lift weights and truly see what this body can become!
1.)
Some strapping young lads (and some older, sturdy guys) delivered all of the weights we ordered. It was a pretty penny for the full setup, but none of it really came out of my pocket. I could just join a gym, but something about having the weights at home seemed way funner. Plus, knowing how lazy I am, there’s a good chance I would slack off and skip going some days. With the weights in the basement however, I can just hop down there and get in a workout any time I want!
Plus, as much as I love getting attention from my followers online, I have to admit that the idea of being ogled in person by everyone there wasn’t too appealing. I know that sounds a bit conceited of me, but you gotta remember, my face was literally genetically engineered to be on par with the most beautiful women in the world, and I’m rocking this unbelievable (like… literally… unobtainable for everyone else) body. A body that hasn’t even been exposed to weight lifting yet.
Speaking of attention, the delivery guys couldn’t seem to get over me. They kept staring and making small talk about how I’d certainly be making good use of the gym equipment; others asked what I needed it for (I think they were implying that I was already super-jacked so I didn’t need to work out).
I piped up that I wanted to help bring in the weights. They asked if I was sure, but I flexed up my 17 inch guns (I was sleeveless – can’t remember the last time I actually wore sleeves), and they shrugged, saying as long it was my idea. I went over to one of the boxes, which was full of various sized weight plates for one of the barbells. A label on it warned that 200 pounds were present, and it recommended a ‘team lift’. Brushing the warning aside, I squatted down and grabbed onto the box.
As soon as I picked the box up, I immediately felt something that I knew was lacking from my life the past few months: an incredible rush. I sensed the blood rush to my muscles, engorging them, pumping them up, getting ready for action! The movers were all surprised to see cute little 5’2” me lift up a box as heavy as I am with pretty much no effort on my part! Don’t know why they kept doubting me. Though, I guess they didn’t know that not only was I ridiculously yolked, but I also had extra genetically enhanced muscles that worked even better than theirs!
What was amazing to me was how even bringing that single box of weights to the basement caused me to get a good amount of ‘pump’. I was familiar with the idea of the pump – lots of the girls online I was competing with would put up pictures of their ‘post workout pump’, and Phil even became somewhat larger after his own workouts. But damn, all I did was move one little box down to the basement, and I was looking even more beastly than usual!
I helped bring down a couple more objects, each of which were supposed to be carried by two people, but I never bothered asking for a partner. The guys were so impressed by me (and probably just wanted to spend more time around me!) that they even offered to set up the gym, despite that not being part of the original contract. Being the lazy gal I am, I accepted. I explained to two of the guys who looked like they lifted weights that I had never been to a gym before, and would like a little explanation of what everything did. They thought I was joking (which I can understand, considering how I looked), but still played along, humoring me as they gave a brief rundown of what exercises each piece of equipment was used for.
Eventually the gym was fully setup, and I had a good idea of what everything was used for. I could tell most of the guys wanted to stick around, maybe watch me workout or something (they were probably hoping they’d get lucky, and even though some were good looking, that wasn’t gonna happen!), but ultimately they had more jobs to do and had to take off.
1.5)
I stared at the plethora of weights in front of me. Between the equipment and the moving fees, the ten grand that guy donated had been almost entirely used up. Seemed worth it though. My setup was legitimately better than some gyms I’ve seen. I had huge beastly looking barbells with enough weight plates to make an Olympic lifter blush, dumbbells that weight up to 300 pounds (those were custom made), tons of benches of different inclinations, the works!
Encouraged by the rush I got from helping bring the equipment downstairs, I decided to start my first workout immediately!
And holy shit. I had no idea that lifting weights was so awesome! It was an unbelievable sensation, watching my powerful arms swell up to epic proportions, feeling the blood rush to them as they got all pumped up. This may sound weird, but it felt like eating after being hungry for hours. I guess all of this time, my body was starving for exercise!
I very vividly remember using the bench press. I had read about how girls are supposed to have weaker chests (I totally forgot that I had a genetically enhanced super-chest) so I started off with pretty light weight: 100 pounds. Well, that was way too easy! So I cranked up to 120. No dice. 140. Still light. It was so light that I just slapped on another 40 and went up to 180. Still too light! Another 40. I could start to feel it, kind of… 260, started to get there… 300, felt a bit of a burn.
Feeling cautious, I only added 20 pounds, for a total of 320. This amount was tough! Then, something REALLY weird happened. As I pushed the weight up, I felt like my body was… transforming? Maybe that’s not the right word, but all of the muscles involved with bench pressing became a bit… stiffer, more rigid, and even stronger! From that point on, even 320 pounds on the bench press wasn’t enough to really challenge me – it was kind of light to be honest!
I looked down at my heaving chest. Even without a mirror, just looking down, I could see the thick, pulsing muscles heaving from my breathing and heartbeat. It was like they were alive! I brought my hand up and dug my fingers into the crevices of definition. Having been inside of this mega body for a while, I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I still was: my pecs were so hard!
It felt like the muscles used in the bench press were in some kind of ‘tank mode’. They were bigger, badder, but maybe a little less mobile, as it was hard to stretch out. My mind flashed back to when the science guys were talking about my muscle fibers switching to accommodate the task at hand. Maybe this is what they meant?
I added another 40 pounds to the bench, got underneath and pushed it up again. It was tough for a moment, then it happened – tank mode! Well, tankier mode I guess. Once again, the weight became a bit too easy for me to feel like it was really challenging me. Frustrated, I slapped on ANOTHER 40 pounds, bringing it up to 400!
Now 400 pounds… twice my bodyweight, THAT was a challenge! But once again, my trusty tank-mode kicked in. I think it was safe to say that this was ‘tankiest’ mode. My pecs became so engorged, with my hefty breasts sitting on top, that I couldn’t see past them at all! It was just this wall of Dawn-muscle. I couldn’t complain with results though, I was able to bench press 400 pounds like this. After completing a full set of repetitions, I sat up and looked at myself in the nearest mirror, and audibly gasped. My chest was so big!
I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of my body would look like in ‘tank mode’, but I had to finish torturing my chest. I added another 20 pounds to the bench press, bringing it to a total of 420, and slid underneath. With a large heave, I managed to push the weight up and brought it down. Even my mega-muscles weren’t ready for this though, and I found that I was totally outmatched here, and the bar sat on my chest. Fortunately, I was so buff that it didn’t really hurt. With a loud grunt and a ton of effort, I managed to bring it up. Feeling frisky, I completed one more full repetition before finally calling it quits.
The rush of adrenaline, blood, and pure primal energy was so awesome! I felt kind of dumb for not working out earlier. Oh well!
Next I wanted to see what my legs would look like all ‘tanked up’. I used the squat rack in the same way I did the bench press. I was more aggressive in putting the weight up, so I pretty quickly found my maximum lift, which was 600 pounds! In tank-mode, my legs were even more trunk like. They were so thick and rigid that even walking was difficult with them like that. I ended up having to waddle a bit in order to move properly, but fortunately, after letting my legs relax, they went back to being fully functional.
I proceeded to work out my back, arms, calves and abs in order, challenging them so much that they each ‘tanked’ out as well. It was the hardest to get my abs to do this, but with enough effort, I managed. On a whim, I went through all of the exercises again specifically just to get my entire body ‘tanked’. I had to end with legs, since it would be tough to walk after activating those.
With my entire body pumped up, like a cannonball of pure unbridled strength, I flexed a few times in the mirror, admiring the network of muscles, veins, and tendons that made up my amazing body. It was at that moment that it really hit me. I wanted more. Way more. I wanted to see just how far this body could go. And if I ever did hit that limit.. Then I wanted to somehow go past it! Surely there’d be a way to get those egg-heads to give me more potential, or somehow get it myself!
2.)
After a long day of pushing my body to its limit, Phil and I were relaxing in bed. It was fun to look at the sheer difference in our bodies. I was still slightly pumped up from exercising, and I was already so much more muscular than him (40 pounds heavier!) Of course, since Phil is so much taller, he still took up a lot of the bed, but I’d started to occupy more and more space myself. On a whim, I put my calf on top of his; it was like twice as wide, and way thicker!
“Just look at how my calf spills over yours babe. It’s soooo much bigger!” I giggled with glee before tensing it, “Can you feel my mega muscle hardening on top of yours?” I asked.
Phil admitted that he could.
“Mmhmm. Damn right you can. Feel how it goes from steel to diamond just like that! Just look at that ultra-calf babe!” I said with a grin, flexing it, which actually pushed his own calf down a bit. I kept untensing and retensing it, loving how I could move Phil’s leg on demand just from the force of my muscle bunching up.
Phil remained silent.
That’s when I came up with an ingenious idea for a game. “I’ve got an idea… try to push my leg off.” I challenged with a grin.
“Dawn…”
I pressed his calf down a bit, and giggled as I managed to sink his leg even further into the bed. It felt awesome to be so much stronger than Phil. “Come onnnn, just try!”
He let out a sigh before finally pushing up a bit. It was pointless, with just a tiny bit of effort I could easily keep him down. Phil started getting into it, trying harder, but he didn’t accomplish much. I giggled a bunch and challenged him to keep trying. “Come on babe, you’ve gotta at least put my leg up an inch or two!”
He let out an audible grunt, which made me giggle even harder.
I decided to tantalize him a bit, “I thought I could feel you there, but I dunno… You sure you were trying?”
That egged him on, and Phil tried even harder. It didn’t matter though – there was simply no contest. “I could do this alllll day.” I taunted. “In fact, I bet…” I then positioned myself so one of my legs was covering both of his. “Now try!”
Phil sighed. He tried, but, even with both of his legs, it was pointless.
Finally, Phil gave up. “Well, you did always have stronger legs than me.”
“Well, let’s not discredit these awesome arms I’ve built!” I started before placing my arm across Phil’s chest, pinning his entire upper torso.
Without a word, Phil started pushing up. I could actually feel this, and had to struggle a bit.
“I have to try!?” I pouted, “No fair! I wonder if I can…” I started while focusing entirely on activating ‘tank mode’. With enough effort, it worked!
“Um…. Babe… What’s going on…” Phil murmured.
“Check out my arm!” I commanded before putting all of my concentration into hulking it out. Right before his very eyes, my bicep bulged further as blood rushed into it. The deep peak in the center and the surrounding valleys became more prominent, and the veins running along got huge! Looking closely, I could literally see the thick blue arteries pumping right before my eyes.
“Wh-what!?”
“New ability unlocked! Dawn Hulk!”
Phil tried pushing, but found that he was entirely outmatched. He gave up, prompting me to giggle again. “You can make your muscles grow on command?” Phil asked, flabbergasted.
I shook my head, “Not quite, unfortunately. It seems that my muscles can actually alter themselves for different tasks. So, when I need to lift something really heavy, they can become bulkier and less mobile. For instance…” I brought my arm towards my back, and found that it got stuck in place, “I can’t even scratch my back like this! However…” I focused on letting go and allowing my arm to return to its normal state; it slowly did so. “Now I can!” I demonstrated by taking care of an annoying itch.
“How… how much stronger do you get when you ‘hulk’ or ‘tank’ out or whatever you call it.” He asked.
“Mmm, you thinking naughty thoughts already?” I winked, paying mind to his stirring member. “I’m not exactly sure yet. I did like, progressively add an extra hundred pounds onto my bench by getting tankier and tankier.” I explained.
“A hundred extra!? How much can you bench?!” Phil’s eyes were wide and he looked terrified and aroused at the same time – adorable!
“How much do you think I can bench?”
“I dunno… two hundred? So you hulk up to three?”
I giggled. “Poor, poor Phil. Always underestimating me in the worst ways! My max on the bench press, when hulked out, is 420 pounds.” I explained calmly and proudly.
“But… But…” Phil started, stammering—the poor thing—“My max is 210. And I’ve been pushing my body to its limit for months on end. Carefully performing optimal workouts, eating perfectly, doing everything I can to get ahead…”
“And yet I just ate pizza and lazed around, now I’m twice as strong as you!” I cheerfully concluded with another giggle.
He let out another defeated sigh.
You might think that I was being really mean to Phil, but in truth, I could see that he was practically getting off of this. I’m sure he was also frustrated too, but at the very least he was thoroughly enjoying my ascension. I decided to add to his pleasurable torment, “And let’s nor forget that I JUST started working out. If I was gaining one to two pounds of sheer muscle a week while sedentary… Well, we’ll see how much of a difference lifting weights makes. Spoilers: if those science guys were right, and they’ve been right about everything so far, then it’s going to matter a lot!”
“But…”
“No more buts mister. Except for your cute one. And my epic one.” I commanded. “Just roll with it babe. Trust me. The Diesal Dawn gain train has just left the station, and there’s no brakes on it!”
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