Revenge

[taoschild]

Was just tooling with this today during some writer's block.  It's super rough but I may continue it (if I can figure out how to continue and if there is interest) though I really should get back to DnD
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Sia had stalked her prey for weeks. In some ways, Jason had saved her, but now she was intent on making him pay. Her anger seemed to swell her muscles like corded columns of power and the stitching on her dress split at the seams. Slamming her massive frame against the steel door it shuddered and warped under her force, but didn't break.

Switching tactics, she clutched the cool metal knob on the steel door and turned. She felt the knob catch with the lock and kept turning. The metal protested with a long groan against the intensity of the pressure. Veins crisscrossed her corded, immense forearms, which easily surpassed the size of her prey's thighs. She put more effort into twisting and watched as the roots of muscle rippled and shifted. The muscle bellies ballooned and expand to their full intimidating size. Twisted muscularity rose from her frame and sweat traced the expansive, curved edges skin-splitting peaks with her continuing efforts. Excitement washed over her like a tidal wave and tingles quivered across her body. He was going to pay.

"C'mon JJ, it's time to take your medicine – Just like you gave me," she barked.

"No," a muffled voice replied behind the door. "I don't know what the problem is anyway. You always wanted to be bigger." An evil grin lit up her face. She was going to enjoy ripping his limbs off literally.

In some ways this end was unexpected. Jason had rescued her from homelessness, lovingly weaned off her drug addiction, and given her the most elusive of gifts once again: hope. The only requirement for their deal was that she worked ceaselessly to better herself mentally and physically.

Jason had brought in physical trainers, nutritionists, tutors, and etiquette professionals to accomplish their goals and remake her. Hours upon hours in the weight room, proper eating, and a strict regimen of supplements would allow her to become the strongest woman in the world. She didn't believe it was possible, despite her trainers' insistence she had the right genetics and the will, but as quickly as callous hardened on her hands her body responded and grew.

Initially, her only ask was that she didn't take drugs. Eventually, that ask fell by the wayside as she reached her first plateau. They allowed her to power through and continue to grow. By the end of the calendar year, she was stronger than him, humbling him in the bedroom as he worshipped her strength and power, but somehow he always wanted more and I was willing to give all of it except... And then he violated her one and only ask.

A loud screech resulted in the door handle breaking away, the twisted metal falling to the floor in a heap. Sia widened the hole it left until she could get her hand inside and unbolt the door. Looking through the tiny circle she saw Jason cringing in the corner shivering in fear.

[taoschild]

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[giantgirl7foot2]

Oh, wow! Please continue, very promising start!

[ArkhamAsylum]

This sounds very intriguing. I wouldn't mind to read more of this story.

[crow004]

Wow!! Talk about suspense! I definitely want to see more of this!
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[taoschild]

Ughh. I re-read this and saw it was filled with errors so here is a rewrite and slight addition.  Hopefully this is worth a re-read for you.
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Sia had stalked her prey for weeks. His wealth had afforded him some ability to hide from her despite her deadly skills and formidable power. In some ways, Jason had saved her, but now she was intent on making him pay. Her anger seemed to swell her muscles like corded columns of power and the stitching on her dress split at the seams. Slamming her massive frame against the steel door it shuddered and warped under her force, but didn't break.

Switching tactics, she clutched the cool metal knob on the steel door and turned. She felt the knob catch with the lock and kept turning. The metal protested with a long groan against the intensity of the pressure. Veins crisscrossed her corded, immense forearms, which easily surpassed the size of her prey's thighs. She put more effort into twisting and watched as the roots of muscle rippled and shifted. The muscle bellies ballooned and expand to their full intimidating size. Twisted muscularity rose from her frame and sweat traced the expansive, curved edges skin-splitting peaks with her continuing efforts. Excitement washed over her like a tidal wave and tingles quivered across her body. He was going to pay.

"C'mon JJ, it's time to take your medicine – Just like you gave me," she barked.

"No," a muffled voice replied behind the door. "I don't know what the problem is anyway. You always wanted to be bigger." An evil grin lit up her face. She was going to enjoy ripping his limbs off literally.

In some ways this end was unexpected. Jason had rescued her from homelessness, lovingly weaned off her drug addiction, and given her the most elusive of gifts once again: hope. The only requirement for their deal was that she worked ceaselessly to better herself mentally and physically.

Jason had brought in physical trainers, nutritionists, tutors, and etiquette professionals to accomplish their goals and remake her. Hours upon hours in the weight room, proper eating, and a strict regimen of supplements would allow her to become the strongest woman in the world. She didn't believe it was possible, despite her trainers' insistence she had the right genetics and the will, but as quickly as callous hardened on her hands her body responded and grew.

Initially, her only ask was that she didn't take drugs. Fairly soon, however, that ask fell by the wayside. By the time she reached her first lull in growth, she'd become practically addicted to her strength and size gains. The drugs allowed her to power through the plateau and continue to grow. Serpentine sinewy swirls of chiseled muscle tightly wound their way around what was once a petite frame of heavenly curves. Blocks of rigid power rose to attention under her command as she flexed in front of the mirror daily.

"Got to flex every day," her trainer urged. "A half-hour of flexing every day can improve your gains by as much as 14%." She doubled that expectation which only provided more development.

By the end of the calendar year, she was already far stronger than him, humbling him in the bedroom as he worshipped her strength and power. But somehow he always craved more and like a drug dealer she wanted to please him.

Her body continued to pour on thick hard muscle as if she were a Hindu goddess and it was expected of her to transition to perfection. Though her thick black hair grew less full with her frequent drug use, her sharp green eyes marveled at the monument she'd built. It was worth the trade-off of thinner hair and a thick protrusion between her legs.

A tanned golden-brown body with skin-splitting peaks, pillars of thighs which swept into her relatively small knee joint, with cantaloupe-sized calves that clung to the back of her legs. Her waist was covered in a muscular narrow six-pack, which swept up to her impossibly wide shoulders, Arnoldlike shoulders, and massive arms which would have humbled the great Olympian at his peak. The power radiating off her thick chiseled frame was visceral. Her body now oozed sex. Raw, brutal sex. Sex that battered and bruised Jason each night – sometimes twice which always left him wanting more but unable to handle it. And she was willing to give herself over to Jason's need except... After years of nearly ceaseless growth when she had reached all of their goals, he violated her one and only ask.

A loud screech resulted in the door handle breaking away, the twisted metal falling to the floor in a heap. Sia widened the hole it left until she could get her hand inside and unbolt the door. Looking through the tiny circle she saw Jason cringing in the corner.  After what he'd done to her, his panicked glaze sent fluttering waves of ecstasy toward her sex. The volume of veins which crawled across the striated surface of her thick thighs before merging with several bloated arteries that bulged their way towards her sex carried a fiery heat which was turned on by his fear.

[ArkhamAsylum]

Great work.

[phil123]

Great start and would like she shows revenge

[Jaguar]

Great re-work.

Extremely suspenseful!  I'm on the edge of my seat.



What are the tutors and etiquette people for?

[giantgirl7foot2]

Please continue!

[jhunter]

Nice update. Hope there is more soon.

[taoschild]

Not my usual fare, but when I get writer's block.... It comes out.
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Sia savored the moment. The terror in Jason's eyes was like a bitter salve. She breathed in deeply, the air tasting sweeter with the promise of revenge.

Self-autonomy was all she had asked.

When she finally awoke from a coma that he'd slipped her into over the course of a week to fill her body with a myostatin inhibitor that set her hypertrophy out of control, she was horrified. Bulges of thick, twisted muscularity had transformed her physique. Her titanic arms were forced out farther from her body by her incredible lats, her shoulders widening to the point where fitting through standard doorways became a challenge. Every movement seemed to ripple with uncontainable power, her muscles swelling to grotesque proportions that turned her once delicate form into a hulking colossus of flesh and sinew.

She realized that Jason had not only betrayed her trust but had also stolen her autonomy. She was no longer in control of her own body; she was a living experiment, a monument to Jason's hubris and twisted sense of desire. She broke her restraints like they were toys, pulled out the tubes, and found herself in an iron cage on a cool metal table. All she could hear in her ears was the word revenge playing on repeat.

The door now ajar, she pushed it open with ease, her silhouette filling the doorway ominously.

"Jason," she purred dangerously. "Did you think you could hide from me?"

Jason scrambled backward. "Sia, please, you don't understand—"

"Oh, I understand perfectly," she interrupted, stepping into the room sideways so her broad shoulders could fit through the doorframe. Her immense shadow swallowed the dim light, casting an eerie darkness that matched her mood. "You took my trust and shattered it. You turned me into this... this monster for your own twisted pleasure."

He stumbled over his words, desperate to find a way out. "I-I thought you wanted this, that you were happy..."

She laughed, a sound devoid of humor. "Happy? You call this happiness?" She flexed her massive arms, the sheer power of her muscles rippling beneath her skin. "You made me into your plaything, your experiment. But you made one fatal mistake." Her eyes glinted with malice. "You underestimated me."

Jason's back hit the wall, and he had nowhere left to go. "Sia, please, I can make it right. I can fix this."

"Fix this?" She advanced on him, her every step a deliberate reminder of her unstoppable strength. "You can't fix what you've done. But I can. And I will."
He trembled, his body betraying his cowardice. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to give you exactly what you wanted."

"What?" he asked, a glimmer of hope penetrating the fear riveted to his visage.

With a swift motion, she grabbed him by the collar and hoisted him into the air as if he weighed nothing. His feet dangled helplessly, and he clutched at her hands, trying in vain to free himself.

"Remember all those nights you pushed me, drove me to the brink?" she whispered, her breath hot against his face. "Now it's your turn to feel helpless."

She tossed him effortlessly onto the bed, the impact knocking the wind out of him. He gasped for breath, panic taking hold as she loomed over him.

"Please, Sia, I'm sorry," he choked out.

"Sorry isn't enough," she hissed. "You'll pay for what you've done and know exactly how it feels to be powerless."

With that, she began to rip his clothes from his body, her strength leaving shreds of fabric in her wake. Jason's protests turned to whimpers and tears by the time his nude body was prostrate before her. "But I made you powerful," he whined.

[erocha75]

Hey! I had not had a chance to read this one. Fantastic story, like the darker tone on this one. Now we are left with an exciting cliffhanger. Pls continue!!

[taoschild]

Hey! I had not had a chance to read this one. Fantastic story, like the darker tone on this one. Now we are left with an exciting cliffhanger. Pls continue!!

Erocha,

Thanks for the positive feedback. I write this when I'm angry with writer's block so hopefully I wont come back to it for awhile. I'm enjoying a new book I'm writing rn loosely named One Day about a guy who falls in love with a muscle worship session girl and they agree to meet on that day for the rest of their lives. So far, it is going well so I hope I wont be back to this story for awhile. Wish me luck.

[taoschild]

oops my response became part of the quote. Here it is:
Erocha,

Thanks for the positive feedback. I write this when I'm angry with writer's block so hopefully I wont come back to it for awhile. I'm enjoying a new book I'm writing rn loosely named One Day about a guy who falls in love with a muscle worship session girl and they agree to meet on that day for the rest of their lives. So far, it is going well so I hope I wont be back to this story for awhile. Wish me luck.

-Richard

[phil123]

would like to read what happens next.