★Memorable Author: [MagnusMagneto] Stories~collected

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I think the Big Things Come in Small Packages series is great. The growth is rather slow, but DAMN does she get big and strong! And it's not very sexual, and focuses very much on her superiority.  Check d/A under * magnusmagneto *

Thanks for the shout-out and glad you enjoyed the story!
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Stories* in this collection:

*(Some are bits & pieces)

Mizuki

A Day At the Beach

April Fool's Day

Chaos Reigns [Alternate Ending]

The Superior Sister «scrap»

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Hi guys.  I'm an FMG author, and it never really dawned on me to post up my stuff here..!

Anyways, my stories tend to be somewhat slow growth with little to no sexual content or violence.  They do however focus in on the emotional thrill of a woman becoming supremely superior in all sorts of ways..!

Here are a few of my more popular tales:

The Duel - my first FMG story.  It's a one-off short tale about an armwrestling match that the protagonist will never forget... http://magnusmagneto.*****art/The-Duel-Female-Muscle-Growth-story-295066654?q=gallery%3AMagnusMagneto%2F17622659&qo=55

Mother Knows Best - an ongoing series (11 parts out currently) about a mother becoming stronger and smarter in order to teach her son the merits of healthy living, and some respect for women.  http://magnusmagneto.*****art/Mother-Knows-Best-Part-1-The-Challenge-FMG-323145636?q=gallery%3AMagnusMagneto%2F17622659&qo=47

Big Things Come in Small Packages - a 13 part completed series about a 10 year old girl who continues to develop physically and mentally until she reaches absurd levels.  http://magnusmagneto.*****art/Big-Things-Come-in-Small-Packages-Pt1-FMG-325439218?q=gallery%3AMagnusMagneto%2F17622659&qo=42

Grace and Shawn - An ongoing series with 3 parts out currently.  Shawn was the strongest man in the world thanks to cutting edge genetic therapy - that is, until Grace received the second version of it!  http://magnusmagneto.*****art/Grace-and-Shawn-Chapter-1-The-Therapy-FMG-378055141

Tiny Tiffany - A completed 4 part series.  12 year old Tiffany is downright puny, even for her age.  Despite her size, she finds a way to change the situation with the power of science!  http://magnusmagneto.*****art/Tiny-Tiffany-The-Beginning-FMG-355538676

Brian and Kelly - A 5 part series where a highschool girl and highschool boy both decide to workout after school at the gym with highly contrasting results - this was actually the first series I ever wrote, and it kind of shows with the grammatical/diction flaws.  I am currently remaking/remastering this story however, which will be released in early January  http://magnusmagneto.*****art/Brian-and-Kelly-Part-1-female-muscle-growth-314498617q=gallery%3AMagnusMagneto%2F17622659&qo=53


There are also some other series as well, in addition to 'canon' statistics on the girls of the completed series - you can see everything here: http://magnusmagneto.*****gallery/

If you enjoy the tales, and are a DeviantArt member, get all of my updates by watching my profile! http://magnusmagneto.*****


Thanks for your time.  Obviously my stuff isn't for everyone, but hopefully you'll find something you like!

- Magnus

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Yowza, this site totally disables links to DA?  Well then.

input d e v i a n t a r t . c o m (with no spaces) wherever you see a series of ******'s to get to the stories then.  Sorry for the inconvenience. 

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Hey everyone - I'm currently writing a full remake of my old story Brian and Kelly!  While B+K was well received and enjoyed by a lot of people, it has a LOT of diction/grammar errors since I was so new to writing back then.  It's also kind of short.  The remaster is rewriting everything and adding tons of new content!  It'll be available as a treat to anyone who supports me on Patreon with a $4 pledge - but for those of you on a budget, or who want to check out the goods first, I'm releasing a couple free previews!

Here is the first preview:

http://magnusmagneto.*****art/The-Webcam-Chat-Brian-and-Kelly-Remaster-Preview-436590363

It's a totally new scene that wasn't in the original story at all.  Hopefully you folks enjoy it and perhaps may feel compelled to become a patron to experience the full thing when it's done!

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[Hey Saradas - this is an ongoing series of mine.  It's been posted up on my DA page (just search magnusmagneto DA in google, Saradas has the name of the site blocked for some reason...) and on b r a w n a (another blocked name) but for those who don't frequent those sites, I'll post it up here as well!]

Mizuki
by MagnusMagneto
Commissioned by MizukiNagano

Chapter 1 – One Fateful Evening

Part 1.  On a crisp spring night.


Mizuki was alone and needed to get home.  Her best friend, Chloe, had found a very attractive man to spend the rest of her evening with.  This left the young woman to wander the city streets by her lonesome.  While Mizuki was a little miffed that Chloe had effectively abandoned her, it was something she came to expect at this point.  Chloe was a remarkably beautiful girl – a tall, full figured blonde with an incredibly fit and toned body.  As a result, everywhere she went, Chloe attracted a great deal of attention, while Mizuki often ended up empty handed.

That wasn't to say Mizuki was homely by any means.  Her red hair and blue eyes made her quite attractive in her own way – she was just somewhat overshadowed by Chloe.  As she wandered down the street, Mizuki wondered what time it was.  She tapped her phone on and was somewhat unnerved to discover it was already 1 AM in the morning.  Despite being eager to return home, she simply couldn't muster the energy to quicken her pace.

Eventually, a solitary man standing on the sidewalk entered her sight.  As Mizuki drew closer, he didn't move at all.  Before long, he turned his attention to her, and to the young woman's shock he incredibly handsome.  At that moment, he began walking towards her.  Eventually they approached and came to a halt.

"You're out awfully late." the man remarked.  His voice was rich and deep with an almost otherworldly quality to it.  Mizuki found herself inexplicably drawn to it.  She wanted to hear him continue speaking.

"Uhh... yeah." she responded, bashfully.  As she drew closer, it became apparent just how attractive the man was.

"Are you in a rush?"

Mizuki pondered his question for a moment before responding.  "It is awfully late..."

The figure responded with a slight chuckle.  "Time is just a construct of the mortal mind.  A girl as lovely as yourself shouldn't suffer solitude.  Come with me." he extended his hand.

Against her better judgment, Mizuki felt strangely compelled.  There was something about this being in front of her that was extremely comforting.  She reached out and clasped the hand.  To her surprise, he was rather cold.  A chill ran up her spine, yet at the same time she couldn't find the desire to break away.

A smile met the man's lips and he began leading Mizuki down a new street.  After a few moments passed, he broke their interlocked hands so he could place his arm around her.  Despite the chilling temperature emanating from the man's body, there was an indescribable sense of strength and comfort that being near him granted.

Before long, the mysterious man brought Mizuki to a city park.  Aside from the two of them, the area was completely empty.  He lead the young woman to a park bench where they sat down side by side.  Mizuki was still unsure why she complied with everything he suggested, but she felt entirely compelled to.

Mizuki and the strange man gazed into one another's eyes.  After lingering for a few moments, she finally decided to speak up and get to the bottom of what was going on.  "So, uhm... is this the part where we make out or something?" she suggested, blushing.

The man chuckled.  "If that's your last wish, I suppose I can comply." he leaned over, grabbed a hold of the smaller girl and locked his lips with hers. 

Just like his skin, the man's lips were cold.  Despite this, there was an almost supernatural appeal to the sensation.  Mizuki eagerly reciprocated his approach, and the two remained interlocked for a few moments.  Before long however, the man broke their kiss off.  "Now that you've had your wish fulfilled, it's time for us to part ways.  Close your eyes." he commanded.

"Wh... what?" Mizuki asked, quivering from a new found sensation of fear. 

A sadistic smile met the man's eyes as, to Mizuki's horror, his canine incisors began extending, causing them to protrude from his lips.

"No... No... What!?" was all Mizuki could stutter, completely taken aback by this.  She shuffled to get up, but the man grabbed hold of her. Mizuki pushed against the man, desperately trying to break free, but there was no use.  His grip on her was absolute, and he possessed a level of strength she had never come across in her life. 

Before she could form another thought, the man moved in and sank his teeth into Mizuki's neck. She cried out in agony as she felt the very blood in her body being drained with each and every moment.  The young woman came to realize that her efforts were futile, and she ceased her cries for help.

As the last remnants of her vital fluids left her body, Mizuki's thoughts turned to a haze.  All she could consider was how this bizarre turn of events occurred and if she was going to live.  A few more moments passed, and her consciousness faded entirely to black.


Part 2.

A few restless hours passed, and Mizuki finally came to.  She was alone on the park bench.  Her entire body ached immensely, and a feeling of utter weakness prevailed throughout every fiber of her being.  It became apparent that she was alone – the mysterious stranger had abandoned her.  Slowly, she got up off of the bench and onto her feet.  Fortunately, her purse was still there with all of its contents intact.  'I guess... he literally just wanted my blood.' she reasoned before tapping her phone on to check the time – it was now a 4:20 AM 

Mizuki glanced up at the sky and noted that the last vestiges of twilight were fading – daytime would come shortly.  Collecting herself as best as she could, Mizuki began trudging back to her residence.  After becoming acclimated to the pain assaulting her senses, the young woman was able to begin walking at a reasonable pace. 

-

Another 20 minutes passed.  The feeling of weakness throughout Mizuki's body persisted.  The sun had begun its steady ascent, and she noticed a strange numbing sensation overtaking her.  She had no way of proving it, but Mizuki was certain that somehow the sunlight was contributing to this.  Worried about what would happen after the sun fully rose, she increased her pace, willing herself to move forward.

More time passed.  Mizuki was nearing her apartment, but the mere act of moving had become nearly impossible.  As the sun continued to rise, the sensation of numbness had spread throughout every limb in her body.  She approached her street, which was now populated with the bustle of early risers preparing for a day at work.  Mizuki on the other hand was barely able to shuffle her feet in order to move.

At long last, Mizuki arrived on her apartment's block.  As she approached, a direct ray of sunlight came in contact with her face, and she felt a terrible dizzying sensation.  Only through sheer willpower was she able to force herself across the threshold of her apartment building.  Once inside, the dizzying sensation died down, but the prevailing feeling of weakness remained.

The young woman literally dragged herself up the steps and practically crawled to her door.  Slowly, she retrieved her key, unlocked the entryway to her abode and pushed herself in.  Once she had finally returned home, she collapsed onto the ground and fell into a deep slumber.


-

Mizuki finally came to.  She felt a bit better than she had before, but was still not physically up to snuff.  After getting herself up off of the living room floor, she glanced at a clock – it was already 8:12 PM!  Some quick mental calculations lead to the conclusion that she had slept for around 15 hours.  Before long, a new sensation hit her: hunger.  Mizuki scrambled into the kitchen and retrieved some eggs before turning on her stove's top. 

After getting her evening breakfast cooking, Mizuki checked her phone to find a plethora of unreplied texts and a few missed calls.  Chloe was interested in doing something that night, as were a couple other of her friends.  Still feeling quite weak, Mizuki replied explaining she was under the weather so she'd be staying in. 

A few minutes later, the eggs were finished and she scooped them onto a plate.  Eager to satiate her hunger, Mizuki shoved a forkful of eggs into her mouth without any toppings on them.  Her eyes grew wide as an absolutely putrid and vile flavor assaulted her taste buds.  She spit the food out immediately.  "Oh my god!" she shouted before grabbing a glass of water to try to wash the taste out.  Fortunately, the liquid still had the same lack of flavor it always did.

"Guess those were some bad eggs..." she reasoned before grabbing a nearby loaf of bread and placing a couple of pieces into the toaster.  A couple minutes passed and the bread had become thoroughly crisped.  Eager to satiate her hunger, she quickly shoved a piece into her mouth without bothering to butter it.  Once again, an absolutely revolting taste met her senses, forcing her to expunge the food before she could even swallow it. 

Frustrated, Mizuki began trying every single type of food she had in her apartment.  To her dismay, each and every one tasted awful.  "Okay.. I must be really sick.  My tastebuds aren't working." she reasoned. "Still need to eat though."  she took the most palatable thing she could find and forced herself to swallow it down.  It was an excruciatingly painful process, so much so that she couldn't bring herself to do it again.

Within the hour, Mizuki's body forced her to vomit up the tiny bit of food she managed to eat.

-

Mizuki resigned herself to hunger.  She managed to distract herself by watching some television.  A few hours passed, and before long 11 PM arrived, leading Mizuki to decide that she should get some rest so she could try to reset her internal clock. 

The young woman tried to force herself to fall asleep, but it was a task that seemed impossible.  She grabbed a book and read that for a while, hoping that it'd help her find slumber.  Over an hour passed, and she didn't feel anymore tired than she had before.  Frustrated, Mizuki got up and resumed passing the time with television, video games and internet browsing.

At approximately 3 AM, Mizuki gave up and decided to take a shower.  In the bathroom, she gazed at a mirror on the wall.  As her eyes met the reflection, she felt a knot form in her stomach – the girl looking back was extremely pale and frail in appearance.  Mizuki came in closer, where she was met with another shock, her canine teeth were somewhat elongated.  Her eyes grew wide.  Was it possible?  Shaking her head, Mizuki turned the shower on and after the water became hot bathed for a while. 

The next few hours passed without much event.  Around 5 AM, Mizuki began feeling extremely tired.  As much as she wanted to preserve some semblance of a circadian rhythm, the overwhelming feeling of weakness she experienced the day prior had returned.  Mizuki slowly made her way to the windows and drew the shades, which immediately alleviated the pain somewhat.  Despite this, she still felt an overwhelmingly tired, leading her to fall asleep.


Part 3.

The ringing of Mizuki's phone finally rose her from slumber.  She reached over for it and groggily answered.  "Hello?"

"Hey Mizu!" A cheery female voice responded.

Mizuki immediately knew who it was.  "Oh, hey Chloe."

"You okay babe? I've been trying to get a hold of you since our night out on the town."

"Uh, yeah, I'm alright, just kind of under the weather." Mizuki shuffled out of bed.

"Did you just wake up..?"

"Yeah." Mizuki admitted.

"Damn girl, it's already 7 PM!"

Mizuki let out a sigh.  "Look Chloe, I still don't feel well.  I'll call you when I'm doing better, alright?"

"Well... alright." Chloe replied, audibly worried.

Mizuki bid farewell and hung up before making her way into the bathroom. After turning the lights on she let out a yelp – she had grown even more pale than the day before!   Her canine incisors had also lengthened as well.  That's when it hit her, she was absolutely starving.  Her hunger was so great that it made her feel physically weak.

The young woman let out a sigh and examined the situation.  There was no doubt about it, the encounter with that man the other night... it had turned her into some kind of vampire-like creature.  She still had a reflection in the mirror, and the garlic in her cabinet had no effect on her... yet she couldn't consume regular food and her teeth had become elongated.  She also couldn't handle sunlight.

Mizuki knew that she needed to eat something or else she would wither away and die.  Considering that the man at the park had literally sucked her blood, it wasn't much of a stretch to conclude that she needed to do the same.  The thought of stealing somebody's life essence, harming them and possibly killing them just so she could eat was abhorrent.  Who would she feed off of, and how could she possibly justify it?

She spent the next few hours mulling this over.  Mizuki tried to dull her hunger pains by distracting herself, but that slowly proved itself to be a fruitless endeavor.  At around 11 PM, the young woman decided to go outside.  While she had no immediate plans to suck anyone's blood, perhaps an alternate solution would present itself.

-

On the city's streets, a new sensation presented itself to Mizuki.  With every person passed, she felt an overwhelming desire to feed.  It was quickly becoming abundantly clear that she would have to cave in at some point if she was to live.  There had to be some alternative though.  What if she went to a blood bank and received some bagged blood?  How would she explain that though?  Her existence as a 'vampire' defied all logic and reason.  Maybe she could feed off of feral animals.  Would that even sustain her?  Would she be able to actually suck another person's blood?  The thought of doing so made her skin crawl.

Before she could dwell on her predicament for long, something caught her attention: as she passed a back alley, she heard a man clearly say  "Give me everything! Drop the goddamn bag!"

Curious, Mizuki turned her attention to the noise.  There was a man brandishing an extremely long knife and a much smaller woman cowering with fear.  She was making a series of nearly inaudible noises in a desperate attempt to plea for her safety.

Mizuki's mind began to race.  She had to do something!  Instinctively, she reached for her cell phone – she could call the police.  Before actually turning the device on however, a new thought came to pass.  What if she fed on this man?  Surely if anyone deserved to have their blood drained it was him. 

This train of thought presented another problem however – Mizuki was too physically feeble to challenge him directly.  She quickly took in her surroundings before she located a loose brick laying on the ground.  Gathering her courage, she picked it up, readied herself, and as quietly as possible began rushing directly towards the man.  With all of her strength, Mizuki brought the brick directly onto the back of the man's skull.

He let out a howl of pain and turned his attention to her.  Before he could get his bearings, Mizuki smashed him in the face with the makeshift, then knocked the knife out of his hand.  She turned to the woman who was now spouting hysterics.  "Run!  Run away and tell nobody about this!" Mizuki ordered.

The woman nodded.  She tried to offer her thanks, but the stress of the situation lead to her words becoming nearly unintelligible.

"Remember what I said!  Just run!" Mizuki barked.

The woman did exactly that.

Mizuki had to act quickly before the man came to.  In a straight fight, there was little chance for her to win.  She quickly pushed against his chest with all of her might, knocking him to the ground.  Before he could react, she straddled him, bent down, and bit into his neck with as much force as possible.

As Mizuki sunk her teeth into the vagrant's neck a torrent of blood immediately met her tongue.  Her eyes opened and grew wide as she was introduced to a taste more exquisite than her imagination could ever conjure.  A primal urge took over, and she clenched her jaws down further before physically sucking to obtain more of the delicious liquid.  While the man screamed out, his cries fell on deaf ears as she was too far enraptured in the sensation to even notice him any longer.

A feeling of newfound energy began to spread throughout her body.  Unbeknown to Mizuki, her muscles were tightening and expanding ever so slightly.  Her grip on the mugger tightened, and he cried out even further.  The pleasure from tasting the blood increased even further, leading her to drain more and more. 

Mizuki had become a wild animal, unable to form a single coherent thought beyond the overwhelming desire she experienced to continue sucking her victim dry.  If her mind had been clear, she would have noticed the man withering away and withdrawn, but tonight she was not a human, but instead a beast.

A few more fateful moments passed, and eventually the man was drained of his very being.  The ephemeral high of stealing his essence wore off, and Mizuki came to.  Within her grasp was a cold,  twitching body.  A pit formed in her stomach and a chill ran down her spine.  She had done this.   His body was withered.  The powerful limbs that threatened his target before were now frail and weak.  Their strength had been transferred into hers as a pair of prominent biceps now bulged out without effort.

Mizuki stood up and panic overtook her.  She had been so hungry, and when she finally got a taste of sustenance, she nearly killed a man!  Then again, he HAD just committed a crime.  If she hadn't stepped in, then there was a chance he'd do it again...  Conflict began to stir within her.  Was she justified in her actions?  Underneath this guilt, another psychological force was at play – an animalistic drive within wanted to obtain more blood. 

Before she could dwell on what happened, Mizuki realized that she needed to flee the scene!  Without a moments notice, the young woman took off.  Her body felt extremely energized – more so than it ever had in the past.  After returning to the main street, she lowered her pace to a brisk walk to avoid attracting attention. 

Mizuki's mind was flowing with thoughts.  She decided that she'd return home to dwell on what happened.  At the very least, her hunger had subsided and she could think clearly once again.



- To be continued!

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Mizuki Chapter 2
by MagnusMagneto
Commissioned by MizukiNagano


1.) Shortly after Chapter 1

As Mizuki shut her apartment door behind her, it slammed with startling force.  The young woman felt like she was teeming with energy and strength she never possessed before in her life.  Her mind was aflutter with the events that had occurred a mere few moments ago.  Did she really just suck a man's blood?  Why did the man's burly muscles seem to physically waste away?  How could drinking a couple pints blood make her feel so full and energetic?  It made no sense considering she hadn't eaten in well over 24 hours.

After collecting herself, she locked the door.  While she had prevented a crime in progress, Mizuki worried what would happen to her recent meal.  She was also concerned with if she could possibly end up getting caught for her actions.  The last thing Mizuki needed was a police interrogation leading to a confession that she not only engaged in vigilantism, but was indeed some kind of vampire. 

Mizuki slipped off her long-sleeved top, and was shocked to find a pair of visibly muscular forearms underneath the fabric.  "What the..." she turned her wrist, watching the strands of muscle rise.  "Whoa..." she walked into her bathroom to better examine herself.  Peering into the mirror, Mizuki was greeted by the sight of a pair of pale, sharply toned arms emerging from her tank-top.  Casually, she flexed them and her eyes grew wide at the sight of actual biceps rising up.  "I'm... jacked?" she muttered, continuing to play with the muscles in her arms.

On a whim, she dropped down to the bathroom floor and got into a proper push up position.  Mizuki had never been in particularly great shape before, and could barely perform a single proper push up before.  After a moment of holding the position in contemplation, she started performing repetitions.  To Mizuki's shock, it was... easy!  Really easy.  She effortlessly cranked out nearly three dozen reps before beginning to feel a burn in her arms and chest.  Eventually she approached the 51 mark before her arms gave out.

Mizuki stood back up with a massive grin on her face.  "Holy shit.  I really DID steal that guy's strength."  she felt a pang of guilt for what happened, but quickly remembered that the muscle would be put to better use on her body instead of being abused to mug people.

Feeling especially energized, she performed a collection of other body weight exercises, finding them all far easier to perform than she ever imagined would be possible for her formerly thin body.  After finishing up her workout, Mizuki still felt energized.  Instinctively, she went to make herself a snack, but immediately remembered how revolting food tasted. 

Unsure of what else to do, Mizuki simply took a moment to step back and think.  She reflected on the events of the past few days and found herself with more questions than ever before.  Who was the vampire man that gave her this... curse? Or was it a gift? Would she ever be able to withstand the sunlight again? If this vampire spread vampirism every time he feasted, wouldn't the city be full of vampires?  That's when a shudder ran down her spine – had she given that mugger vampirism!?  The last thing she wanted was for someone like him to have the ability to feast on people and steal their strength!  That lead to another question: why hadn't the first vampire man stolen her strength?

During this flurry of thought, something else occurred to Mizuki: she could think more deeply and clearly than ever before.  It was as if just concentrating on these singular thoughts led her to a web of related thoughts.  Was it possible that she had somehow stolen intelligence from her meal?

While Mizuki continued pondering whether or not she had acquired greater mental capabilities from the mugger, an absolutely surreal sensation overcame her: she had recollections of a memory that wasn't her own.  It was disorienting at first, but she quickly understood that it must have come from the thug.  Mizuki concentrated on reliving the memory, eager to find out exactly what it entailed.  With a small amount of guided meditation, she was able to essentially play it out her mind.

The memory featured the mugger from a few hours ago in a dingy room with two equally sketchy looking men.  Mizuki could sense that the room had a nauseating scent of alcohol, body odor and possibly mold.  In the center of the room lay a collection of drugs next to a stack of cash.  The men were laughing, joking about how they ripped off some teenagers by taking their money for drugs and giving them nothing in return.  Another chimed in about how he's got a young couple so addicted to his goods that they're practically slaves to him.

They continued to converse about other illicit activities.  The man from which Mizuki was viewing things began to speak.  He went on at length about how he had an undeniable urge to mug someone.  Just to see the way they'd look at him and forfeit their belongings to protect themselves.  The group laughed and encouraged him to go ahead with his desires.  Mizuki noted that they kept referring to him as "Tony".

That particular memory came to its end.  Despite her best efforts, she couldn't access anymore of it.  It seemed to Mizuki that accessing these memories was an almost random process.  She was in disbelief that men such as those she saw in the memory existed.  They were like stereotypes ripped from a comic book.  As far as Mizuki could tell, these were not tragic beings forced to crime out of desperation.  They seemed organized, and they seemed to revel in their misdeeds.

Mizuki shook her head in disgust.  She no longer felt remorse for her actions, and instead truly felt like she had done the right thing.  She vowed to herself that as long as scum like the men in the memory existed, she would never feed on an innocent life unless she had absolutely no alternative. 

The rest of the evening passed by slowly.  Mizuki was too afraid of any potential consequences for leaving the house and spent the rest of the evening on the internet browsing strange forums discussing vampires and other occult phenomena.  She presumed that most of it would be incorrect nonsense, but anything that could help her understand the events of the past few nights would be greatly appreciated.

Eventually 5 AM came around and Mizuki began to feel tired again.  She had work, but there would be no possible way she could actually go in since the sun seemed to instantly render he unconscious.  She stayed up as late as she physically could, and around 6 AM she called into the office, explaining that she was direly ill and would be out for the entire week.  Her supervisor was unamused and warned her that there might be consequences.  Mizuki insisted that she had no other option, and the audible strain placed on her voice from forcing herself to remain awake made the delivery more authentic.

With work settled for now, Mizuki prepared to drift into slumber.  Before she dozed off, she worried if she would ever be able to truly see the sun again.  If she couldn't, then she'd have to quit her job.  If she quit her job, how would she pay her bills?  She supposed she could find work at some overnight place or find another way to make money.  Even if money was taken care of, how would she ever see her family again?  As Mizuki continued to ponder the situation at hand her mind finally drifted off and she fell into a deep slumber.


2.)  That evening

As Mizuki woke up, she felt a small hunger pang.  This made her stomach churn as she detested the idea of going out and draining anymore blood.  Then again, if she could find some criminals like the men in the memory she explored...

Mizuki entered the bathroom to wash up and looked in the mirror.  She noticed that her muscles appeared slightly more impressive than the day before.  She also felt extremely energetic, despite her developing hunger.  Curious to see if her strength from yesterday had held up, she dropped to the floor and began performing push ups.  Once again the motion was extremely easy for Mizuki's lithe, powerful body.  In fact, they seemed to be even easier than before!  Before long she approached her limit from the day prior and even managed to surpass it by twelve repetitions, bringing her to a total of 63.

With a huge grin on her face, Mizuki stood up and examined herself in the mirror again.  Looks like I stole some of his ability to build muscle too.  Poor sap. She thought to herself, recalling herself recalling how she could never seem to make progress with fitness in the past.  Just then, Mizuki's phone began to ring.  She swiftly made her way to the living room and answered it.  Chloe was on the line and wanted to know when Mizuki was going to finally emerge from her apartment. 

Mizuki wasn't sure if she was ready to face the world just yet; her face was quite pale, and it would be tough to explain where her muscles came from so suddenly.  Still, she couldn't just fall off the face of the earth.  Even if she got off of going to work this week, her friends, especially Chloe, would grow increasingly concerned.  Mizuki agreed to go out for a night clubbing.

Part of her wanted to show off her new arms, but she decided to err on the side of caution and wear a long sleeved shirt.  She met up with Chloe at the club who was as attractive as ever.  Mizuki explained that she was still feeling quite sick as an excuse for her pale skin.  She was careful to not open her mouth too often for fear of her fangs growing visible.  Chloe seemed to buy it for the time being.

-

"Ooh shit Mizu, do you see who I see?"  Chloe cooed.

Mizuki glanced around the room; her slightly sharpened senses allowed her to quickly spot out anything that would look familiar.  Within a matter of moments she saw him.  "Fuck."

"Yup."

Just then, the man who Mizuki was cursing about spotted the girls and made his way towards them.  He was a behemoth of a human being – easily 6'5" in height with rippling muscles from head to toe.  This man could have easily passed himself as an off season bodybuilder.

"Sup ladies." the man greeted with an extremely punchable grin on his face.

"Nash." Mizuki greeted, coldly.

"That's my name." he said with a fairly unintelligent expression.  "I bet you miss me already Mizuki babe, huh?" he flexed his arms, causing a pair of unbelievably thick arms dangerously close to 20 inches in circumference to erupt at his command.

Mizuki bit her lip from a cocktail of emotion.  "Nash, I don't deal with cheaters.  Besides we weren't exactly... intellectually capable."

"Oh don't be like that sweet cheeks.  Alpha men like me are required to take as many mates as possible." Nash proceeded to lift his shirt, revealing an unfathomably thick and defined eight pack.  Chloe couldn't help but blush deeply while Mizuki averted her gaze slightly.  "It's in the best interest of the human race that my seed goes as far and wide as possible."

Mizuki's blood was boiling.  She wanted nothing more than to sink her teeth into Nash's thick neck and steal every last muscle on his stupid hunky body.  "Jesus Christ Nash." Mizuku sputtered.  "I thought you were going to come here and give a half-hearted apology in an attempt to get into my pants.  Not make me throw up in my mouth at how arrogant you are."  Despite her primal desires of both lust for Nash's herculean form and hunger to steal his strength, she would sate neither.  Stealing his muscles would be too easy.  She desired a more complete victory over the man who made her feel like garbage for months of her life.

Nash let out a laugh. "You gonna really turn me away if I offer to rock your world yet again?"

"YES! I would and will turn you away! Just... fuck off already!" Mizuki was close to shouting.

Nash shrugged.  "Whatevs.  By the way, Chloe here is a way better lay.  Except for the way you would look into my eyes Mizu right in the heat of things.  Also, get some sun on your face, you look like shit."  and with that the muscled behemoth walked off.

Mizuki turned to Chloe.  "WHAT?!"

Chloe's already reddened was bright crimson.  "Look, it was before you and him were ever a thing, ok?"

Mizuki let out a sigh. 

Chloe chimed in "Also your face looks fine.  Kind of rocking a goth-ish look."

Mizuki sighed again.  "Thanks, I guess."

-

Mizuki and Chloe enjoyed themselves for a few more hours.  Mizuki tried having a few drinks, but found that the alcohol had little to no effect on her at all.  She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about this.  Eventually the girls called it a night and Mizuki headed home.

As Mizuki returned home, it was already 2:30 AM.  Despite this, she was still full of energy, and knew that she had a few more hours before the sun inevitably made her exhausted.  She decided that she should spend the rest of the evening following up on a loose end: the mugger she drained the other night.

The young woman put a heavy hooded sweatshirt and very thick makeup.  While it wouldn't fool anyone close to her like Chloe, the quasi disguise would prevent most security footage from making a correlation to her in case of any ongoing investigations. 

Mizuki made her way to the city hospital, entering the emergency ward.  She explained that she needed to visit a patient, and worked overnights with no realistic possibility of visiting during the day.  In a sense, she was telling the truth.  When asked what the patient's name was, there was an awkward pause while Mizuki resigned to simply using his first name.  "Tony.  He's uh... doesn't really reveal his last name."  the receptionist performed a double take.  "You know that man's criminal history, correct?"

Mizuki simply bit her lip and nodded.  With her questionable makeup and sketchy outfit, the receptionist decided that she fit the bill well enough.  She lead the way, bringing Mizuki to the room.  As they walked towards the room, Mizuki decided to ask a fairly pertinent question. "Do you know how he's doing?"

The receptionist tilted her head.  "Well, I usually don't know much about the patients, but this guy's apparently been screaming in hysterics about a vampire sucking the muscles out of his body or something."

Mizuki stifled a laugh.  "Oh, so he was awake during the day today?"

The receptionist nodded.

"Also, do you know if he's been eating?"

The receptionist mulled the question over for a moment before responding.  "Like I said, I usually don't hear much about the patients.  Actually, now that I think about it, this guy has been kind of a nuisance.  I heard in the break-room that he's constantly begging for more and more food.  We tend to be kind of stringent on luxuries for guys like him.  Usually street thugs don't have the best health insurance."

Mizuki felt a sigh of relief, so far so clear on giving that psychopath her powers.  Eventually they reached his quarters and the redhead requested some privacy, which the receptionist granted.  She walked in and closed the door behind her.  The receptionist had already started heading back to her desk, so aside from some loosely positioned security cameras, she and Tony were alone.

Tony was fast asleep.  Mizuki approached the bed and looked down at his body.  It wasn't quite as bad as she remembered the day before.  While Tony definitely lacked the hard muscles he had before, he now simply looked like someone who neglected to work out.  This meant that he would lead a perfectly fine life.  Hopefully it'd be a wake up call to go down a more morally straight path.

Next Mizuki glanced at his vital signs, which all seemed to be fine.  Finally, she came in close and started pulling back his upper lip; to her delight, his canine incisors appeared to be normal sized.  This action caused Tony to abruptly wake up, and he flailed his arms around.  Mizuki backed off and simply grimaced over him with a knowing smirk.

Tony's eyes grew wide "YOU!" he shouted.

"Shhh."

"Give me back my muscles!"

"Answer me a few questions and maybe I will.  If you shout, I won't."

The man quickly hushed his voice.  "Alright.  What the hell do you want?"

"Tell me, Tony, do you have a craving for blood?"   Mizuki stared directly into the man's eyes with as much intimidation as she could muster.

"Wh.. what!?" Tony squirmed, pathetically.  "How do you know my name?!  And... blood?  No.  The fuck?  I'm not a monster like you.  I mean.  Shit.  Just give me back my body please."

Mizuki blinked a couple times.  As far as she could sense he was telling the truth.  "Alright.  Next question.  Do you remember your past?  Are there any... holes in your memory?"

"What... What!?  No.  I can remember everything... I think."

"Do you remember what you told the guys at the hangout?  About how you wanted to mug a person just to feel the rush of dominating them?"

Tears began to stream from Tony's eyes.  "Yes.  How the fuck do you know about this!?  Who set me up?  Was it Sal?!"

"One final question Tony.  What is the exact address of the hideout?"

"But... if you knew all that other stuff..."

"Think about it Tony.  Someone told me specifically why I should target you.  Don't you think they might deserve some paypack on your behalf?"

"Yes!  Of course!  You magnificent demon babe thing!  Beat the shit out of them!"  Tony was in near hysterics.  He proceeded to tell Mizuki exactly where they usually hung out, down to the exact room number and apartment building.

Mizuki blinked a couple of times.  What was this guy's problem?  All it took was one quick mention of something he said and he wanted her to attack his friends? 

"Alright Tony.  You've been a lot of help. I hope you make better decisions when you're out of here."

"Hey, wait!" Tony yelled out.  "My muscles!  I'll scream if you don't give em back!"

Mizuki's mind raced for a creative solution.  She quickly devised a little story to tell him.  "Alright.  Close your eyes."  Tony complied.  Mizuki uttered some random gibberish.  "Ok Tony, I cast an ancient magic spell.  Your muscles will regrow over the next few days.  If you speak at all until then the spell will be broken and you'll be stuck like this.  All... average.  Forever."  she was lying through her teeth, but there was no way for Tony to doubt a woman who literally sucked his strength away while drinking his blood the night prior.

Tony remained silent.  Mizuki turned away, satisfied with herself.  At the very least, she should've bought herself more time before he continued blabbering to the police about a vampire, and some more peace of mind for the hospital staff.  She headed home, and by the time she returned to her apartment it was closing in on 4 AM.  Mizuki spent the remainder of her hours of wakefulness reading various books she hadn't gotten around to yet.  To her delight, Mizuki discovered that she could go through them at a faster pace than before, and found it easier to retain and analyze the words written in front of her.

Finally, at around 6 AM, a familiar wave of fatigue the sun sent her into a deep slumber.


3.)  That evening

As Mizuki awoke, she felt her hunger reaching critical levels once again.  The young woman knew that she would likely need to feast tonight to avoid severely injuring herself, or possibly perishing.  Mizuki didn't exactly know what would happen if she failed to eat, and she wasn't eager to find out either.  Fortunately, she knew precisely where she was going to seek her next meal: Tony's hideout.  It was the most logical choice.  The men she saw in the memory were deplorable at best, and stripping them of their ability to harm others could only be a net gain for society.

Mizuki spent the next few hours preparing for her mission.  She watched various tutorials on the internet showcasing various martial arts moves.  Thanks to her sharp mind, it wasn't much difficulty for her to memorize the most crucial ones.  Mizuki also found that she had grown slightly stronger from her bodyweight exercise the day prior, as she could perform even more push ups than before – an additional 15 to be precise. 

Despite these improvements, she knew it was going to be tough.  She needed to drain at least one of the men before she could really dominate the other.  After readying herself for a few hours, Mizuki donned a thick leather jacket, heavy jeans and a pair of combat boots.  The outfit was ridiculous, but it would add an extra layer of protection.  Conveniently she had a fold up police baton for self defense handy by her bedside that she could keep concealed until needed.  She put it under her jacket in a position where she could easily take it out when it was time to fight.

At 1 AM, Mizuki left her apartment and began her trek to the hideout.  Her destination was a ratty apartment more than a dozen blocks away from her own place.  She walked with a quick pace, and even after five blocks her body felt completely untaxed.  After realizing this, Mizuki began to wonder how good her cardiovascular health was now.  She wondered how quickly she could improve it considering her push up progress, and then her mind drifted towards calculating how much draining those two thugs in the hideout would further improve her.

Before she knew it, Mizuki had arrived at the apartment building.  She made her way inside and located the room that had been featured in Tony's memory.  As Mizuki stared at the door she could feel her stomach churning.  This could end up being pretty messy.  She banged on the door.  A few moments later she could sense somebody approaching the peephole "What is it?" a gruff voice called out.

"I hear that you've got some... stuff for sale."

"Oh yeah? What kinda stuff?"

Mizuki looked directly into the peephole and gave a flirtatious look, biting her lower lip and playing with her hair.  "Stuff that'd make a little girl like me forget all her worries.  I hear there's a strong, handsome man who could help me out."  It went without saying that the men Mizuki saw in the memory were actually quite repulsive.  Still, she needed to get that door open.

"Ahem.  Well we usually don't do business here, but for a nice young lady like yourself I suppose we can make an exception."  the voice responded.

The sounds of locks clicking and a chain unhinging rang out before the door opened.  A man greeted her, waving to come in.  Mizuki immediately identified the face as one of the thugs from the memory, and without hesitation she grabbed hold of the door and slammed it into his face with all of her might.

The man grabbed hold of his nose and staggered backward.  Mizuki quickly extended the police baton and smashed it against his forehead.  Before he could make sense of what was happening, she had closed the distance, reached up and sank her teeth into his neck, drinking deeply.  Just as she hoped, Mizuki could literally feel his life force entering her.  Everything about her was becoming enhanced; Stronger, smarter, faster, and more potential with each and every gulp.  She even felt her perspective shifting as she became slightly taller.

During her feast, Mizuki heard a door from inside the apartment open.  "The fuck was that crash- HOLY SHIT" the other man from Tony's vision was running right for her. 

Mizuki tossed aside her first victim and braced herself for the oncoming attacker.  As the man came closer, Mizuki quickly became acclimated with her latest improvements – namely the possession of her natural reflexes and reaction speed combined with what was stolen from two mooks.  Mizuki focused on the man, noticing him bring his arm back to launch a punch.  As she concentrated on the fist, it appeared to be moving more slowly than it should.  This allowed her to effortlessly intercept it with her right hand grabbing ahold of it mid-trajectory. 

With the man's hand within her clasp, Mizuki used her free arm to palm strike his elbow before taking the limb and twisting it behind his back.  The man cried out in pain and was thoroughly within Mizuki's grasp.  She sunk her fangs into his neck and once again felt the flow of life itself entering her body.  Stronger, smarter, faster, even more potential.  She could feel her muscles filling out the sleeves of her jacket, and her jeans nearly bursting at the seams as her legs became thick, powerful trunks.

Just then the door opened again.  Mizuki turned around only to find a handgun pointed directly at her brandished by a nervous looking man.  Who was this?!  She hadn't planned for a third combatant.  None of Tony's memories indicated there was another member of their gang.

Mizuki sprang into action, launching herself at the man like a frenzied beast.  Unfortunately, he was still able to react in time and two shots rang out from the pistol, striking her directly in the chest.  Mizuki staggered backward, but managed to pull herself together and continue her assault.  If Mizuki hadn't drained the other two men in the room beforehand, she very well would have perished then and there.

Fortunately for the vampiress, she had gained enough durability to survive the immediate impact of the attack.  A great deal of blood had begun to pour out from her chest however, and her time was limited. With blistering speed, Mizuki closed the distance, knocked the gun out of the man's hand and shoved him onto the ground.  She had underestimated her strength, and the crackle of broken bones erupted from the man's body. 

Blood continued to seep from Mizuki's bullet holes and she could sense her own life slipping away.  Unsure of what else she could possibly do, she straddled the gunner and sank her fangs into his neck.  Mizuki drank deeply, and once again could palpably feel his life force enhancing her own.  To her relief, the sensation of death approaching seemed to have been warded off.  She continued to drink the man's essence, once again growing stronger, faster, smarter, obtaining even more potential.  Mizuki's legs were thickening beyond the limit that her thick jeans were built for, and she heard a tearing sound as the very fabric split among the seams.

Standing up, Mizuki took off her now uncomfortably tight jacket and glanced down at her chest – the bullet holes had closed up!  Not only had they closed up, but her chest now sported a pair of thick, meaty pecs supporting her now larger breasts.  She blinked a few times, processing this new information.  Her mind seemed to be capable of laterally thinking at a more rapid pace, and she quickly made the conclusion that the act of feasting healed her wounds. 

Before Mizuki could process everything that had occurred, she saw the brilliant flash of police lights glaring into the apartment's window.  The local law enforcement had finally arrived to investigate the racket Mizuki caused, and she needed to escape immediately!

She noticed a nearby window and leapt out of it.  After falling for two stories, she landed on her feet, relatively unphased from the impact.  Mizuki blended into the night and made her way home.  The sensation of having stolen strength from four men in total now was incredible.  Mizuki wanted little more than to burst into her new top speed and see how long she could last, but she knew for now that showboating had to come later – she still had to get home safely!

- To be continued!


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Mizuki Chapter 3
by MagnusMagento
Commissioned by MizukiNagano



1.) Immediately after Chapter 2

For someone who had just taken two bullets to the chest less than ten minutes ago, Mizuki was remarkably healthy.  In fact, the only concern the young woman had was to keep the bloodstains on her clothing covered in order to avoid suspicion from any onlookers.  She broke out into an extremely fast power-walk, moving at a speed just below that of jogging.  After the initial adrenaline rush of the what had just happened wore down, Mizuki was faced with another realization: her clothing was very uncomfortable; it was simply too tight.

Another fact made itself apparent to the young woman: her senses were really sharp.  Too sharp.  She could hear almost everything around her in a large radius.  The combination of noises all bombarding her at once was almost maddening.  Just a car passing by was a painful experience as Mizuki automatically discerned each and every part of the car in motion; the engine clattering; the tire's tread on the road; even the passengers inside speaking normally.  All of these things presented themselves to her.

Mizuki quickened her pace, desperate to get home as soon as possible without drawing attention to herself.  She focused on blocking out the painful orchestra of noise, mentally forcing herself to take in less audio feedback.  Fortunately for Mizuki, her efforts were rewarded, and she quickly found that she could selectively increase the range of her hearing as desired.  On a whim, she decided to try the same with her eyesight, and discovered that she could effectively zoom-in on anything she concentrated towards.

With that immediate crisis diverted, Mizuki turned her focus on another mounting problem: she needed to get home.  She was able to run to the criminal's hangout initially, but she still couldn't risk drawing attention to herself.  The vampiress imagined the city as if it were a map, and quickly discerned a faster route by going through some back alleys.  She ducked into the closest one and began weaving to and fro through the dark paths.  Mizuki's clothing was really starting to cut into her skin, so she decided to speed things up further by implementing various parkour tricks she had seen on television; mostly leaping high into the air, grabbing onto the bottom of balconies and propelling herself forward.  To her surprise, performing the motions was almost effortless.  Then again, she had now drained a total of four men, so her immense gymnastic capability made sense.

Mizuki wanted to push things even further.  She approached a nearby building with a ladder and quickly climbed up to the roof.  From there she broke out into a full sprint, which hurtled her forward at startling speed.  Within a matter of moments, Mizuki had approached the edge of the roof.  Without a second thought, she leapt off of it with all of her might, and found that her powerful legs easily cleared the distance.  Emboldened by this feat, Mizuki continued to traverse from rooftop to rooftop before eventually reaching her own; from which it was easy enough to descend to street level and enter her apartment.


2.)

Having finally returned home Mizuki let out a heavy sigh of relief.  The recent adrenaline rush of literally jumping from rooftop to rooftop wore off, and she was quickly reminded that her newly developed leg muscles were cutting into her jeans.  Mizuki unbuttoned her pants and began to pull her pants off, only to find this an incredibly difficult task.  Her quadriceps were too thick, as were her round, powerful glutes.  Frustrated, she began tearing the garment off, and to her surprise the sturdy fabric began to rip with ease.  Mizuki applied a bit more force, and the thick material tore like tissue paper within her grasp.

A moment later the young woman had freed her legs of their denim prison, and was greeted by the sight of just how developed they had become: thick, tear-drop shaped quads sat above a pair of equally imposing calves that stuck out with significant ferocity.  She shook her thighs and watched the muscles ripple, still somewhat in disbelief that they were hers.  Experimenting further, she tensed them and watched the bundles of muscle harden and bulge out in response.

Eager to see what other changes her recent acquisitions had brought, Mizuki scrambled for the bathroom mirror.  She took off the heavy leather jacket adorning her upper half; and as soon as she laid eyes on the reflection in front of her, she let out an audible "Holy shit".  She was jacked!  Every muscle on Mizuki's upper half was round, large, and seriously defined.  In comparison, her tank top now looked smaller than ever, bordering close on functioning as a sports bra.

Mizuki indulged a bit, bringing her arms up and performing a double bicep flex; causing a pair of lemon sized biceps to rise up.  Chords of muscle on top of and alongside her arms indicated that they were expertly conditioned.  A high, split peak met the top of the bicep's belly, and made the limb appear even more imposing.

Next she lowered her arms and entered a crab flex, allowing her pecs to bulge out in response.  This lead Mizuki to another observation: her breasts had similarly grown.  "That's strange, can't imagine I stole these from those goons." she mused to herself with a laugh.  On an impulse she tensed her pecs, watching with joyful eyes as her breasts danced from the motion.

To better explore her new body, she took her tank-top off, leaving just a bra that was far too tight at this point.  Mizuki couldn't help but notice how the individual fibers and striations of her muscles waltzed in harmony from the slightest effort.  The next thing that caught the young woman's attention was her abs, which had developed significantly as well.  She crunched her midsection down, causing the thick, round muscles to bulge out; forming a veritable six-pack.  She crunched again, and another pair of abs made themselves visible on the bottom of her torso, forming an elusive eight pack.

Eager to test her body out, Mizuki dropped to the floor and started performing push ups – the same exercise she had used as a benchmark in the past.  Immediately it became evident that her strength had skyrocketed since a mere few hours ago.  Repetition after repetition fell to the wayside as Mizuki's powerful body was barely challenged from by task.  She increased her speed, and before long had breached the 100 push up mark, well on her way to 200.  After 200 she grew bored and transitioned to single-handed push ups, which, while still challenging, were more than manageable. 

Eventually Mizuki concluded that she had become too strong to truly test herself through bodyweight exercises alone.  Part of her wanted to stroll into a 24 hour gym, pump her muscles up to their new maximums, and soak in the reactions of everyone else around her.  Despite these desires, she knew that for now she needed to keep a low profile.

The rest of the evening Mizuki stayed in and practiced various martial arts moves.  Just like everything else, performing the motions was easier than ever, and she found she could produce far more powerful blows with greater finesse than before.  Eventually the sun returned, and even that had become easier to deal with; she was able to stay awake for a couple hours of daylight, passing out into slumber at around 8 AM.


3.)

As Mizuki awoke from her slumber, she was greeted to another collection of text messages, missed calls, and voice mails.  The majority could be disregarded for the time being, eventually Mizuki would figure out a way to earn an income and spend more time with her friends.  One of the messages however, caught her attention: it was from one of her co-workers who was a mutual friend amongst her social circle, a late 20s man named Miles.  The message read as follows: "I know it's you.  I know you're the person the news is calling the Vampire Assailant.  Meet with me Mizu, I can help."

Mizuki's mind was spinning.  What news reports was Miles talking about?  How could Miles have possibly pegged this on her?  Could she really trust him?  Also, why Miles of all people?

Disoriented, she logged onto her computer and checked the local news.  Sure enough, the top story was about a mysterious 'Vampire Assailant' who had attacked a total of four men over two incidents.  That was her doing all right.  Still, how did Miles make this connection?

To put it as politely as possible, Miles was a hardcore tech geek that had trouble with the fairer sex.  He wasn't particularly physically unattractive, the issue was more so that he had a difficult time understanding that most women weren't interested in hearing about his latest desktop builds, or for him to explain why they should try dual booting operating systems for different purposes. 

It also just so happens that Miles had tried a few unsuccessful times to court Mizuki.  She felt bad turning him down, but it would've been worse in the long term to be dishonest and enter a passionless relationship.

Agitated, Mizuki took a quick shower, where she noticed that her muscles had all developed a bit further; likely thanks to her exercise from the day prior.  As she bathed, she considered whether or not she would meet up with Miles.  On one hand, doing so would all but confirm to him that she was indeed the vampire the news was referring to.  On the other, what could he possible do to her?  She was strong.  Really strong.  Sexy too.  Of course, she didn't want to make the poor guy fall madly in love or anything.  Either way, she could more than handle herself, presuming this wasn't some kind of trap.  After all, she could just drain Miles if worst came to worst.  As soon as that thought crossed Mizuki's mind she violently shook her head.  That wasn't how she was going to do things.  She would only feast on the wicked.

After cleaning up, she directly called Miles and they agreed to meet up at his place.  In their city rent was high, leading people to make homes out of all manner of strange places.  As a result, Miles actually rented out and lived in an oversized garage converted into a home.  It was bigger and cheaper than most traditional apartments, but much less inviting and cozy.  Either way, it certainly didn't help his dating situation.

Next Mizuki clothed herself, which was becoming a more and more difficult challenge due to her growing body.  An old tank-top scarcely covered her top half, leaving most of her midsection revealed, while a pair of yoga pants were stretched out across her thick legs.  She'd need to find a way to procure new clothing fairly soon.  Next she threw on the heavy jacket from the evening prior to conceal her muscular upper half (which likely would draw a good deal of attention) and headed out into the night.


4.)
18 minutes later

Mizuki arrived at Miles's place and knocked loudly on the door.  A few moments later it opened and the man greeted him.  He was immediately shocked to find that he was looking at Mizuki eye to eye.  While he wasn't a particularly tall man, standing at a fairly average 5'9", he used to stand over her by a good amount. 

"Well, I'm here." Mizuki said blankly.

"Right.  Yeah." Miles was a little disoriented.  Mizuki looked so... different.  She was taller, sure, but there was more to it than that.  Her face had a pale, almost supernatural appearance to it; but she wasn't ugly, far from it.  In fact, her lips looked fuller, redder, and her eyes were sharper and clearer than before.  There was an acute beauty to her features.  Even her hair appeared to glisten brighter and healthier than before. 

He spoke again: "Umm... so, come in if you'd like." he offered, moving inside the makeshift dwelling.  A wide variety of machines and devices were strewn about.  Multiple desktop computers were setup, and everything was generally unorganized.

Mizuki followed, wordlessly.

"Took a cab?" Miles asked, noticing that her car was absent.

Mizuki shook her head.  "Walked."

"Walked... from your apartment?"

"Well, more like ran, but yeah."

"But that's..."

"I'm a lot fitter now." Mizuki interrupted.

Miles nodded and gave her a quick looking up and down.  "You look it."

Mizuki smirked.  Something came over her, a kind of confidence that led to a desire for self-indulgence.  She promptly took her jacket off and tossed it aside, revealing her thick, well-muscled upper body.  "I guess you could say so." Mizuki added, stretching her arms out, letting her prodigious chest swell forward closer to Miles, allowing him to soak in her new-found glory.

Miles's face was flush red from the mere sight of Mizuki without her jacket on.  He was amazed at the combination of femininity and power her body exuded; all of which was accentuated by the nearly supernatural pale color of her skin.

"You okay?" Mizuki asked, her voice unintentionally breathy and seductive; which only further captivated the young man.

"Y-yeah." He sputtered in response.  "It's just..."

Mizuki blinked a few times.  She analyzed and dwelled upon what was bothering Miles so much.  Between her feminine intuition and recently enhanced mind, it didn't take her long to come a conclusion.  "Oh.  Sorry.  I sometimes forget how... drastic... my changes have been."  She took a  free hand and rubbed it alongside the exposed bottom half of her exquisitely sculpted abdomen.

Miles gulped again. 

The woman took another step towards him.  "You're not scared of me, are you?" she asked with a coy smile.

"N-No.  Well... maybe kind of.  I mean..."

Mizuki couldn't help but laugh.  "Well, I suppose I AM a vampire now.  That does make me rather... dangerous." she winked.

Miles gulped again.  "You look, uh, rather... strong."

"Mmm..." Mizuki purred.  "And I'm stronger than I look." she added with a smile before showing off with a double bicep pose, allowing her arms to ripple accordingly.

Mizuki had never been a particularly flirtatious individual before, but after having gained so much strength and beauty, it came to her naturally now.  In fact, she enjoyed how even the slightest motions she made captivated the young man further; granting her another kind of power.  "Wanna feel them?" she offered before lifting up her tank-top further, revealing the entirety of her midsection.

With a shaking hand, Miles reached up for the offered mounds of powerful feminine flesh.

"Go on." Mizuki coaxed. "I'm offering.  Don't make a girl wait." she giggled.

Emboldened slightly, Miles placed his hand on the exposed skin.  "Holy shit..." he murmured.

"You like?" Mizuki asked before crunching her abs downward, causing them to harden within his grasp.

He kept pushing against the ridges, finding them to be indomitable to his touch.  "They're like rocks." he observed.

"Yeah.  I have to admit they're pretty awesome."

Miles lingered for a few moments, exploring the thick, powerful abs.  After letting him enjoy the sensation for a short while, Mizuki finally interrupted by taking a step backward before saying:  "So tell me Miles.  What's the real point of this meeting?"

He collected himself for a moment before responding.  "Right.  So it's fairly obvious that you're the vampire the news has been going haywire over."

Mizuki shrugged, her tall trapezius muscles bunching up from the motion.  "I won't confirm nor deny anything."

"Anyway, I've seen the pattern with your targets.  I know they all deserved it; plus none of them are dead.  So... I kind of put two and two together.  That whoever was making these hits was intentionally targeting scumbags.  These strange cases coincided with the exact time you suddenly became nocturnal and disappeared from work.  On a lark, I hoped it was you I guess."  He face reddened even further.

Mizuki crossed her arms, her forearms bunching up in the process.  "Impressive detective work Miles.  One thing doesn't quite add up: how did you know about the histories of the men I allegedly drained?"

"Well..."  Miles looked around the room a bit.  He knew there was nobody else there, but it was something of a habit whenever he was about to disclose something private. "I've got a direct line into the city police database.  The hospital's too."

Mizuki tilted her head.  "A direct line?  Like you know someone there?"

Miles shook his head.  "Not quite." He started. "I, uh, hacked in a long time ago."

"Hacked in?" Mizuki cocked an eyebrow.

"Well, it's not really like what you see in the movies.  A long time ago I putzed around with finding unsecured entrances into various organizations' servers.  It was surprising simple to access some of the general databases.  I've never really done anything with the information, just kind of had access to it.  More of a challenge than anything really."

"So exactly what do you have access to?"  Mizuki asked.

Miles perked up as he had rare few opportunities to showboat on this particular feat.  "Nothing highly sensitive, but basically all of the records pertaining to arrests, anyone with a local criminal record, patients from the hospital, et cetera."  He gave a demonstration and his fingers flew across the keyboard as he quickly sliced into a collection of hospital records.  Mizuki watched intently, surprised to find that her sharp mind could actually follow along with almost every move he made.  A few keystrokes later he had downloaded four separate patient charts.  "See, here are the goons you've, uh, feasted on."

Mizuki peered over the information on the screen.  As far as she could tell, those certainly were the men. 

"I can also tell that you... stole their strength?" Miles added.  "All of the charts note that the men have surprisingly undeveloped limbs.  They aren't gimped though, just... out of shape."

Mizuki bit her lower lip.  "Yeah. I did." she admitted.  "It wasn't intentional though."

Miles stroked his chin, thinking on what she had just said.

"Like..." Mizuki started again, unprompted.  "I got really hungry.  I couldn't eat food; my taste buds completely rejected everything.  The person who turned me into a vampire feasted on me.  I put two and two together.  For some reason though, every time I've sucked blood from someone, I get way stronger.  Smarter too, I think."

"And taller?" Miles added.

"Yeah.  There's other benefits too... like whenever I workout I see results the next day.  I have way more energy than ever before.  After my last feast, my senses are even sharper; I can tune them in towards specific things, or listen to everything in a huge radius."

"So, someone else did turn you into a vampire?  Was it like... intentional?"

Mizuki shrugged and let out an agitated sigh.  "I have no clue Miles.  It was just some dude in the middle of the night.  Approached me for a make out session.  He was... admittedly... pretty hot.  I accepted.  Next thing I knew he sunk his fangs into my neck, I couldn't escape, and everything turned to black.  Woke up an hour later and couldn't shake the feeling the rising sun was going to kill me.  From there everything else happened."

"And when this, uh, guy vampire bit you... you didn't lose any muscle?"

Mizuki shook her head.  "I can't help but shake the feeling that he really wasn't trying to intentionally turn me into a vampire."

"So what was he trying to do?"

"Feast on me, obviously.  Maybe kill me in the process." A cold shiver ran down Mizuki's spine.

"And yet here you are... better than ever." Miles murmured.

"Better?  I'm a nocturnal blood sucking monster that's confined to darkness!" Mizuki shouted.  This was the first time she could openly discuss her changes with another human being.

"Yeah but... Well... How strong are you?"  He responded.

Mizuki smirked as she was momentarily placated.  She scanned the room looking for something heavy.  There was an air conditioner sitting on the ground, unplugged.  Mizuki strolled over to it.  "How heavy is this?" she asked.

"Uh.. I dunno, standard air conditioner, so maybe fifty poun-" Miles interrupted himself as he watched the buxom babe grab onto the machine with one hand and hoist it into the air, causing her round muscles to bulge out further.  She curled it a few times with relative ease while walking back towards a slack-jawed Miles.

"Damn..." he said out loud.  "You really ARE even stronger than you look."

"Yeah.  And I look pretty strong." Mizuki added with a giggle.  After a dozen repetitions, she switched the box to her other hand.  The most difficult part of her feat was grabbing onto the relatively large thing with just one set of fingers.

Miles shifted around a bit.

"You're totally getting off on this, aren't you?" Mizuki asked with deadpan delivery.

Miles cleared his throat.

Mizuki continued speaking: "It's fine.  I'm kind of glad someone appreciates my new body to be honest."

The young man's eyes lit up.

She quickly shot him down. "Don't get your hopes up.  I'm still not really interested." Mizuki was surprised at easily and fluidly the words came out of her mouth.  Between her mind working faster than ever, and her body possessing far more strength than anyone she personally knew other than perhaps Biff, Mizuki felt naturally assertive and confident. 

Sensing that her words were perhaps too straight forward and harsh, she decided to offer a consolation prize.  "I'll still let you ogle my muscles, and feel them too." she brought her arm down and tensed it, causing the splendidly developed bicep to rise up.  Miles reached over and grabbed onto it, trying his best to dent the limb, but totally unable to.

Mizuki could sense his reaction as arousal slowly overcame all of his senses.  She decided to further tease him a bit: "Damn Miles.  You REALLY like my muscles, don't you?"

He gulped a bit and nodded.  "You're not liked... creeped out or anything, are you?" he added.

Mizuki laughed.  "Nah. It's cool, you were actually invited to stare this time."

His face flushed further with embarrassment.

"Just think about it Miles." Mizuki started again. "I'm going to keep getting bigger, and stronger, and harder all the time.  Plus I've got all kinds of other cool abilities.  Did you know that I can hear your heart beat from here?"

"R... really?"

"Yup.  And it's speeding up even faster too."

Miles released his grip, stood up from his desk and took a few steps back.  "Sorry Mizu, I'm just overheating here." he said, fanning himself profusely.

"It's cool." she decided to spare him and change the subject. "So... what were you talking about earlier in your text?  That you can help me."

After collecting himself once again, Miles was finally ready to discuss business.  "Right.  So I understand that you need to feed, and you only want to feed on the wicked. I get that.  It's cool. What I can do, is help you get to the bad guys.  Provide information, reconnaissance, that kind of thing."

Mizuki cocked an eyebrow.  "Go on."

"Well, I guess there isn't much else to go on about.  I wasn't sure if you would be interested, or if you really were a vampire badass.  That said, tomorrow I can pick up an earpiece for you to put in while you're out, uh, hunting.  With it you'd be able to communicate to me directly from almost anywhere.  Then from here I can look stuff up and try to help you out."

"Like in the movies?"

Miles nodded.  "Yeah, kind of.  Though I'll be stuck to the confines of reality."

Mizuki mulled his words over a few moments.  She couldn't think of any reason to reject his offer.  Hopefully it would let her get a better handle on what was going on.  She decided to mess with him just a little bit longer before accepting.  "You just want to hear me pushing myself, panting, getting hot and heavy as I kick ass, don't you?"

Miles blinked a couple of times, caught off guard by the accusation.  "No... you can turn off the receiver at any time."

"Or crush it with my bare hands!"

Miles gulped.

"I'm just busting your balls Miles.  Honestly if you were here getting excited as you imagined me kicking ass, that'd be kind of adorable.  Like a horny little cheerleader." she winked.  "So... anything else?"

Miles wanted Mizuki to stay, but he couldn't think of anything.  "I guess not.  Need me to pick you up anything from the land of the living?"

"Well..." she didn't want to resort to this, but it was as good an opportunity as ever.  "I could use more clothing.  I mean, there are 24 hour stores that are open, but right now I'm trying to keep a low profile."

"Sure, I can pick up some clothing for you.  Have anything specific in mind?"

"Something that'll show off this body.  Oh, and something heavy I can wear over to hide said body."

Miles nodded.  "Alright.  I'll get the stuff tomorrow.  See you in the evening?"

"If you're lucky." Mizuki teased with a wink before sauntering off into the darkness, her hips effortlessly swaying to give Miles one last tease.


5.)
As Mizuki headed home, she felt empowered from her meeting with Miles.  Seeing his reaction to her, and knowing the control she held over him was intoxicating.  She had to remind herself not to break his heart though.  As Mizuki continued with her stroll, she allowed her hearing to extend outward, so she could pick up any suspicious sounds.  Low and behold, a few minutes into her walk she detected something maleficent sounding.  She broke into a sprint and arrived at the scene of the noise a mere few moments later.

In a back alley, a man with a baseball bat was mercilessly beating a body on the ground.  Mizuki quickly scanned the scene and sensed a package on the ground full of heroin.  She knew that this act of violence was likely due to a dispute over it.  That's when she decided to spring into action.

"Hey.  Bozo." she yelled out, letting her voice fill the air.

The man looked over.  "Get lost bitch."

Mizuki continued to stroll towards him.  "That's no way to talk to a lady."  Her impressive body was covered by the jacket.  She suspected that if her muscles were revealed, he might've had a different tone.

"I said get lost bitch, or you're next."

"You'd hit a woman?  With a bat?" Mizuki shook her head.  "That's pretty unacceptable."

"Last warning." he now faced her, readying himself to launch an attack.

"It's your funeral if you try." she retorted, bringing her arms outward and behind her head in a casual manner.

The man let out a shout of anger before launching himself at Mizuki, swinging the bat directly towards her skull.  She lazily reached up and grabbed onto the bat, stopping it mid-air.  The man pulled, trying to retrieve his weapon, but was completely prevented in his advances; Mizuki's grip was simply too firm.

Frustrated he let go of the bat and retrieved a knife.  "That's it bitch.  Last chance!" he screamed.

"Last chance at what?"

The man lunged forward and plunged his knife directly into Mizuki's chest.  Pain met her senses and she started to bleed; but she stood perfectly still.  "Why'd you have to go and do that?   Now I have to wash these clothes later.  Worse, I have to heal this wound, and that part you're REALLY not going to like." she grinned wickedly before grabbing hold of the man.

The criminal struggled to free himself from Mizuki's grasp, but found it to be an impossible task.  Without hesitation she moved in, sank her fangs into his neck, and drank deeply; absorbing his very lifeforce, growing even stronger in the process.  After finishing her task, she tossed him aside, unconscious, before she departed for her apartment.

-

After finally coming home, Mizuki observed her body again.  She had become even taller, stronger, and harder, all from draining that one man.  She had feasted on a total of five men now.  While she hadn't directly taken all of their muscle, between all of them, she had taken enough to make her easily one of, if not the strongest person alive.  That she knew of at least.  She was quickly reminded that since a vampire had given her this gift (or curse depending on your perception), that meant there were other supernatural creatures out there.  At the very least, the other vampire who sired her must still be prowling the streets.

Her mind was abuzz from the high of having just feasted.  It was similar to that of a runner's endorphin rush, but on a much greater scale.  She had to admit that she wanted more.  She wanted to see how strong, powerful, and beautiful this new body of hers could become.  Despite these desires, she knew she had to go about this the right way.  She would only take from those who would abuse their strength to harm others.

Fortunately for Mizuki, she knew precisely how to locate more targets that fit this bill.  She sat down and began meditating, peering into the memories of those she feasted on yesterday, and the man she had just encountered.

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Mizuki Chapter 4
by MagnusMagneto (www.MagnusMagneto.com)
Commissioned by MizukiNagano


1.) Recollections
Shortly after Chapter 3 – in Mizuki's apartment.


It had been an interesting evening for the young vampiress.  She had made an unlikely ally in Miles, and fed upon yet another criminal.  It never occurred to her before just how many thugs there were in her city.  She began to wonder if they were connected in some way.  Mizuki decided to try and invoke the memories of those she had feasted on.  Perhaps she could find some clues as to what was causing the so many violent incidents lately.  Mizuki was unsure if there was some kind of coordinated effort occurring, or if she had simply never noticed how much crime there was.

The young woman delved into the acquired memories, and found a great number of fragments.  It was easier to explore the past thoughts of those she drained than last time, and her mind was also sharper than ever, allowing her to more thoroughly piece together a cohesive narrative.  After a fair amount of time sifting through the recollections of her victims, Mizuki came to conclusion that there was definitely some kind of organized force behind the recent spike of crime, but she needed some help analyzing the data.

Mizuki recalled that Miles had gained access to various databases, and decided that she'd ask him about what she saw later.  She spent the rest of the evening exploring her latest suite of upgrades, reveling in the obscene amount of power she possessed.  Mizuki was positive that she was now the strongest human being alive, although she wasn't sure if she could be classified as 'human' anymore.

-

The next day evening

-

Mizuki contacted Miles, who was eager to see her.  Secretly, she was excited to visit with him as well.  While Mizuki hadn't suddenly acquired an attraction for the guy, he was one of the few individuals she could talk to about her recent transformation.  While she was more confident, powerful, and even beautiful than ever before, it seemed premature to let her friends know that "Hey, I've become some kind of vampire that literally steals attributes from the people whose blood I drink."

She wondered what kind of clothing Miles had bought for her, presuming that he had completed the task she gave him.  Part of her hoped that he picked out something extremely revealing, something that would show off her immensely impressive body – with some room to grow; another part of her hoped he grabbed something more conservative. 

After getting into contact with him, Mizuki made her way to his garage-home.  She moved at a breakneck speed even faster than what she was capable of a mere day ago.  It was an amazing sensation: knowing that she was far more powerful than she was a mere few days ago, and becoming better all the time.

Eventually she made her way to Miles' dwelling and firmly knocked on his door.

The young man answered.  "Hey Mizu-" Miles cut himself off to start again, "Oh, you're, uh taller..."

Mizuki smirked as she let herself in. "Sweet of you to notice. I'm also stronger, faster, smarter, more durable, possess sharper senses, along with some other upgrades as well."

Miles gulped.

The vampiress could sense his vitals speeding up as she described her improvements, prompting her to giggle. "So, what'd ya get me?"

"The clothing? Over here." Miles led her to a pile of shopping bags. "I wasn't too sure what to grab, so I got a whole bunch of stuff." He explained.

Mizuki dug through the garments, eying them over. There was a couple large sweatshirts, a huge jacket, multiple pairs of sweat and yoga pants, and...  "A leather bodice and LANGIRE?" Mizuki asked, yelling the last word.

"Hey! You're the one that requested something that would show your body off!" Miles exclaimed, his face beet-red.

Mizuki giggled before breaking into a full-on laugh.  "Well, I guess that's true.  Since you paid for it, I guess I'll humor you.  Still, you won't get to see the lingerie... not yet at least."

Miles' blush deepened.  "I figured that if you're going to be fighting crime, I should do my part and help supply you, you know?"

Mizuki shook her head. "I'm going to pay you back, trust me."

Miles nodded. "Alright, I appreciate it. Don't worry too much though."

"Anyways, while I'm not going to sample the lingerie in front of you yet, I WILL treat you to a show." She explained as she stripped her jacket off, revealing her thick, powerful muscles.  Next she stripped her tank-top off, revealing a pulsating eight-pack sitting below a barely fitting bra.  Mizuki took the leather bodice and fitted it across her wide body.  "Tie me up?"

Miles gulped and made his way behind her.  With shaking hands, he tied each thread as snugly as he could.  When it was all said and done, the piece barely fit on Mizuki's immensely powerful body.

"Damn Mizu..." he said quietly.  "You definitely, uh, you know – ate someone last night, huh?" he asked with a nervous laugh.

Mizuki balled her hands, forcing the thick, bulging muscles in her forearms to bunch up.  She rotated her wrist, watching Miles stare at the flesh awestruck.  "Aww, you noticed!  How sweet." she said with a light laugh.  "Wanna feel?"

Wordlessly, Miles reached over and gripped the presented limb.  He dug his fingers into the thick ridge as hard as he could, but it was entirely unable to cause even the slightest give in the muscle.

"That's... pretty awesome Mizu."  Miles admitted.  "That said, if you're going to be a real crime-fighter, you may need something more than just sheer strength.  I've got something else for you."


2.)  Suiting Up
A few minutes later

"Is that really a..."  Mizuki started before grabbing onto the weapon's handle.  "It is.  It's a friggan Katana!"  She brought the blade to her face, closely examining it.

"Careful!  It's sharpened.  Ready for battle."

"Miles... why do you have a Katana..?" she asked, staring at the blade.

"Well..." Miles started, "Truthfully, when I was younger, I was even more of a dork.  As a result, I collected all sorts of weird things – including... swords, like that one.  Of course, it wasn't sharpened until now.  I did that today while you were asleep.  I figured a dull blade wouldn't be that useful for you.  Then again, with those muscles...  Well, you know what I mean."

"So basically, I'm taking a sword to a gun fight?" Mizuki was standing in a combat stance holding the blade, her forearms bunched up and rippling from the action.

"I mean, you don't have to take the sword.  That said, I don't have any guns for you, unfortunately.  Plus, those tend to attract a lot of unwanted attention."

"And this doesn't?" Mizuki performed a few practice swings in the open, her bare triceps and shoulders bulging from the act, which made Miles internally swoon a little.

"Well, uh, you can hide it under your jacket.  Kind of.  I mean, if you do get into a fight, you won't  be able to keep a low profile anyways."

"Still, a sword?"

"Look, I get it was probably a silly idea.  I just figured, with your strength, speed, reflexes, and overall dexterity, it'd be a pretty powerful weapon in your hands."

"I do have to admit this is pretty fun!" Mizuki shouted as she swung the blade a few more times with surprising crispness for someone who had never picked a sword up before in her life.  The more she toyed with the weapon, the more she came around to the idea of using it in battle.  "Say, Miles... think you could find me some videos of actual swordmasters?  I could probably learn a thing or two from them."

"Just by watching a video..?" the man replied.

Mizuki nodded.  "How do you think I got my moves?"

"Err, I don't really know what moves you have to be honest."

The vampiress placed the katana down before going into a short martial-arts routine, striking the air with the same precision and power she had utilized on multiple thugs.

"Wow..." was all Miles could muster.  "Well, I'll look for some videos."

-

A few moments later, Mizuki was swinging the sword alongside a tutorial.  Miles watched with rapt fascination as the beautiful, muscular woman replicated the moves with startling ease.  If he hadn't known any better, he would've mistaken her for someone who had been training her entire life.  Mizuki's empowered mind was able to mimic the motions with near immediacy.

After gaining some confidence with the weapon, Mizuki decided it was time to segue into what she had discovered from peering into the past minds of the men she drained.  She described to Miles at great length every detail she recalled.  Miles cross-checked police records, hospital records, and various other registries for any possible matches. Slowly but surely, nicknames began to match with descriptions meeting what Mizuki was talking about, which in turn presented full names of suspected and past criminals. He branched into custom built web-crawling algorithm that could try to find the most recent activities of those entered. After placing in all of the full identities he tracked down, Miles hit the motherlode of coincidences: one of the hotels downtown was completely booked by one person – one of the names that popped up.

"There's no way." Mizuki said out loud.

"The data isn't wrong Mizu... unless the hotel's systems are borked."

The young woman paced back and forth, thinking this over. Her mind traversed through the thought-scape with ease, and she was able to focus on the topic with far greater depth than ever before in her life. Before long, she had reached a few conclusions.

"Alright," Mizuki started, "Presuming... PRESUMING, your data is correct, then there's a lot of money behind the move. Something big must be going down. The hotel is either in on it, or was paid enough to turn a blind eye – or perhaps more."

"More?"

Mizuki nodded and continued: "If there's enough money involved, the hotel could actually be in on the operation to some extent. Likely keeping out unwanted company, providing a cover story for authorities, that sort of thing."

"Right, right." Miles was now nodding. "Nice thinking Mizuki! Didn't realize you're a detective."

Mizuki shrugged. "Seems that every night I wear a new mask."

"Speaking of masks, you still thinking about donning the vigilante one tonight?"

"Can't think of a better night to do so. Maybe I can finally figure out what on Earth is going on with all of these thugs lately."

Miles nodded. "I would warn you that it could be dangerous... though I guess at this point that's a given."

"Unless there's something about this operation that I don't understand, I think that they're the ones in danger."

-

With that settled, Miles continued to suit Mizuki up.  They hid her muscled arms beneath a thick jacket, and managed to mostly sneak the katana in there as well.  Under close scrutiny the weapon would give itself away, but Mizuki figured as soon as she started fighting the thugs in the hotel, there would be no point in hiding anything.

They set up the communication system, which was effectively always on in Mizuki's end, unless she manually turned it off.  That device itself had a GPS tracker in it, and Mizuki playfully placed another tracking mechanism inside her cleavage – just in case the first one was damaged or broken.

There wasn't much more preparation that the duo could think of, beyond Mizuki training and improving herself further.  Unfortunately, this was likely the only evening that an entire hotel would be completely full of individuals deserving to have their power stripped away.


3.)  Showtime
A short while later

As Mizuki stood in front the hotel, she could palpably detect the danger that awaited her.  She knew that it was going to be tough -- a battle to truly test her newfound powers.  That said, if she was successful here, she'd be doing a great service to the entire city; while also indulging in a quite a feast.

First she decided to see if perhaps Miles had made some kind of mistake.  She walked into the lobby, and was curtly greeted by a pair of imposing looking men.  They apologized to her, explaining that there were no vacancies, and the hotel was being reserved by a 'company'.

Mizuki walked outside of the hotel.

She knew Miles likely heard everything that had transpired, but decided to chime in anyways, "No dice." she said with just enough volume to ensure he could receive the message.

"Well, you could just fight your way in. Not like any of the hotel staff could stop you."

"Oh yeah?" she replied, "You must be really eager to hear me in action. Panting, fighting, and feasting... probably all without breaking a sweat, to be honest."

Miles cleared his throat. "No... it wasn't really a serious suggestion, just mentioning something you COULD do as a backup."

"Riiight. Thing is, I don't know if those guys are with the mafia or not.  No need to harm or drain anyone who doesn't deserve it."

"True.  Good thinking Mizu. Glad to hear you've got your heart in the right place."

Anyways, you're supposed to be the brains behind my brawn, so what do you propose I do now?" As Mizuki made this statement, she began to wonder how true it was. With all of her recent improvements, was Miles actually more intelligent than her? At any rate, he was in a much better position to provide her with intel and feedback.

"Hmm... well, how good is your climbing?"

"My climbing? Not sure..." It took Mizuki a moment to understand what he was hinting at, but she quickly inferred it, "Wait, are you serious?"

"Just thinking out loud. I mean, considering those forearms of yours..."

"Don't forget about my upper arms, back, chest, AND core; all useful aspects for climbing!"

Miles cleared his throat once again. "Right, yeah."

Before another word was spoken, the motion sensor in front of Miles began to move, prompting him to speak again: "Uhh, Mizu...?"

He was answered by the sound of Mizuki's jacket scrunching and her breathing growing slightly heavier as her powerful body scaled the side of the hotel – her superhuman grip digging into the bricks slightly.

"Oh god, you're actually climbing the building, aren't you?" Miles asked.

"Very observant of you. So which floor do you recommend I go into?"

-

Mizuki punched through the window, forcing the reinforced glass to shatter at her touch.  Despite creating an uncountable number of shards, she remained entirely unscratched.  With a leap, she jumped into the building. 

A sloppily dressed man at the end of the hallway immediately noticed her.

"HOLY SHIT." He yelled out, drawing a pistol from his side.

Mizuki instinctively focused in as the man readied his weapon.  Her eyes, magnitudes more efficient than a regular human's, immediately discerned the smallest micro motion in the thug's hands; all of this perceived in a vacuum of time in which Mizuki could perceive things moving more slowly than they really were.  Thanks to this, she was able to change her own trajectory just enough in line with where the man was aiming to so that the bullet passed by her.  This wasn't to say that Mizuki could actually dodge bullets; rather she was able to perceive their exact point of origin and avoid them.

The vampiress dodged a few shots like this, leading the thug to cry out in despair -- he had missed four shots in a row at close range; this was unheard of for someone with his experience.

A grin on her face, Mizuki hurtled towards him; a single leap from her superpowered legs allowed her to close the gap with unreal speed.  She immediately closed the gap, and with one well-placed palm-strike knocked the gun out of his hands before pulling him close, immediately sinking her waiting fangs into his neck.  As she drained his very essence, Mizuki concentrated on stealing as much reaction speed and agility as possible, as these seemed to be the most important attributes for this mission.  Focusing on what she wanted to steal worked, and the young woman could sense that she was actually taking a greater proportion of those things in relation to the rest.  She still gained a small amount of strength, intelligence, and even height, but the lion's share lay in the ability to foresee and dodge oncoming attacks.

After thoroughly draining her opponent, Mizuki tossed him aside, moving towards her objective.  Her next obstacle presented itself: three men with firearms at the end of the hallway.  She immediately knew that her heightened senses alone, as superhuman as they may be, wouldn't be enough to avoid all of the potential oncoming projectiles.  A possible solution presented itself.  Mizuki finally unsheathed the katana attached to her back, readying it in a stance similar to what she mimicked from observing the master swordsmen online. 

The thugs looked at each other, somewhat confused.  Mizuki took advantage of this, and moved towards towards them with inhuman speed slightly greater than which she employed against her previous target.  The men opened fire.  Mizuki predicted this.  From focusing on their hand motions alone, she was able to dodge half of the oncoming slugs; as for the others, sword readied, Mizuki brought the metal blade directly into the path of the bullets, literally deflecting them with sheer superhuman reaction speed.

"Holy shit!" One of the men exclaimed.  "That bitch just deflected a bul-" he was cut off as Mizuki was already in front of him, and a moment later her blade was sunk deep into the man's thigh.

With the first thug disabled, she grabbed both of the other's guns, yanked them from their grips, and with her own crumpled the steel as if it was paper – rendering the weapons destroyed.  One of the disarmed thugs tried to launch an assault, bringing his arm up before bringing it down towards Mizuki, but she was too fast; the vampiress effortlessly intercepted his arm, brought it behind his back, and with one easy motion dislodged his shoulder blade.

The other disarmed gangster attempted to flee.  In most situations, Mizuki would let him escape, but this situation was too delicate.  She couldn't risk this man alerting anyone else in the building, or doing something drastic like contacting the police.  Despite his best attempt to escape, Mizuki closed the distance within a matter of moments, as he immensely powerful body was capable of moving magnitudes faster than his.  She grabbed hold of him and sank her fangs into his neck once more; focusing yet again on prioritizing reaction speed and agility as attributes she stole.

Both of the remaining thugs had gathered themselves.  Even with a katana lodged in his thigh, the first man had enough adrenaline coursing in his veins to move past the pain.  Mizuki blurred towards them, grabbed onto both of their heads, and cracked their skulls together – careful to not shatter anything, just applying enough force to knock them out.  While she didn't need to feast per say, Mizuki wanted to make sure she had enough power to overcome anything that remained in her way.  She eagerly sucked the life force from both of the men, growing even more in the process.

As a result of having just drained four men, even after focusing on non-physical attributes, Mizuki still incurred a noticeable spurt.  The leather jacket adorning her muscular frame struggled to remain attached to her lusty limbs.  Feeling constricted by the garment, and emboldened by her success, Mizuki grabbed hold of the sleeves and tore them off as if they were tissue paper – revealing a pair of supremely threatening arms. 


4.) More Power

Another pair of men emerged from a nearby room.  Mizuki sped towards them so quickly that their senses never actually caught full sight of her appearance.  A few well-placed strikes immediately dislodged their shoulders, allowing Mizuki to drain them, growing even more.  Her jacket entirely fell to shreds, and the leather bodice barely managed to contain her bulging frame.

Mizuki had acquired so much power in the past few minutes that it hadn't properly registered in her mind.  A new ability made itself apparent to her: Mizuki could sense nearby lifeforms.  While her senses had already reached superhuman levels, and as a result she could see, hear, and even smell most individuals from a great distance away, this was something different.  Her mind was simultaneously operating on another level, detecting which Mizuki would go on to describe as 'auras' of those around her.

This was to say, by focusing slightly, Mizuki could actually see the auras of individuals through walls, as if she were using infrared vision. 

With this new ability, Mizuki saw that someone was quickly headed down an intersection hallway.  She moved forward, preparing herself to ambush this figure.  As expected, as soon as the aura crossed into her sight, an armed thug containing it appeared.  He held an assault rifle in his hands, which gave Mizuki concern.  How did some random city thug get a weapon like that!?  Even with all of her speed, it'd be difficult to dodge a fully automatic spray of bullets if the guy pulled the trigger fast enough.  Without delay, Mizuki grabbed the katana and hurled it at the thug, and before he could react it sank deep into his shoulder-blade, allowing Mizuki to speed towards him, and sink her fangs in for yet another meal.

As Mizuki drained her seventh target for the night, she focused on empowering this 'aura vision' of hers.  The concentration worked, and her ability to see an individual's life force broadened further.  The rest of her body did as well, as even more muscle piled onto her frame.  Sensing that nobody was immediately around, she decided to indulge a bit and take in her new form.

To call Mizuki's muscles large would be an understatement at this point.  The young woman was immense.  Her arms were on par with some of the largest men in the world, with a circumference that was easily in the upper 20's of inches.  Unlike the power-lifters who could hope to compete, there was no non-essential fat on her limb.  The smallest motion resulted in a network of powerful ridges of muscle to dance, a few large pencil-sized veins coating the limb. 

Mizuki looked down at her chest, which was practically spilling out of the leather bodice.  Her pecs had grown into pair of thick, armor-like slabs of muscle with a deep ridge between them, a web of lines indicating their supreme definition.  Beneath this shelf of muscle was another, that of the only fatty tissue on Mizuki's frame; her breasts had grown even further, and their edges were falling out of the bodice.

She laughed at this sight.  A small tinge of narcissism wanted to run to the nearest mirror, and fully observe this body.  An even deeper vein wanted to show off this improved form to Miles, or even Chloe, or hell, maybe even Nash.  In fact, she really wouldn't mind letting the first two get really up close and personal with her – though she'd pass on Nash.  That's when it occurred to her that she actually just considered something physical with Miles.  Mizuki laughed and shook her head.  Maybe that time would come, the guy had been an excellent helper after all.

Speaking of Miles, Mizuki rembered that she was on a pretty sensitive and dangerous mission.  She focused on scanning the building for presences.  There was still a small collection of thugs left, and then it made itself apparent to her:  a tremendous aura.

Mizuki's eyes widened.  This aura was larger, roughly twice the size of a regular person's, and blazed far more brightly than all the others. 

"Miles?  You there bud?"  She asked out loud.

No response.

"Miles?" she tried again, once more with no answer.

Mizuki let out a sigh.  What was going on?  Did Miles go to the bathroom?  Was he in trouble?  She could speed back to him and check in, but at the same time, she didn't want to give up the opportunity to put a dent in the operations of these criminals.  At the very least, she needed to figure out what that huge aura was.  It had to be the boss of these goons, or at the very least the most powerful of them.  Coming this far, just to leave the head of the organization in-tact seemed like a terrible idea.

A greedy and self-righteous part of Mizuki wanted to drain every criminal in the building, to feel their power flow into her, and know fully well that they could never easily harm someone again.  A more rational and caring side took over however: Mizuki knew that hunting each individual down, even if they were scum, was somewhat inhumane.  Plus, she needed to figure out what happened to Miles.  Not wanting to abandon the project after getting this far, Mizuki decided to hedge her bets – she would take out this huge aura, hopefully the leader, then zip back to Miles's place as quickly as possible, find out what's going on, and take things from there.

Mizuki's super powered mind thought this course of action over a few times, and eventually she convinced herself it was the best way to go about things.

With haste, Mizuki moved towards the location of the tremendous aura.  For some reason, none of the other men nearby emerged from their rooms.  Perhaps they weren't aware of the situation, or maybe they were told to stand down?  Didn't matter, Mizuki needed to focus on the most powerful foe.

She approached a large set of double doors.  With a single well-placed roundhouse kick, Mizuki's trunk-like legs burst through the entrance, revealing a huge, sprawling office; and in the center, her next opponent:  a massive, hulking creature, with a wolf's face, and fur covering its muscular body.

It took a fraction of a second for Mizuki to cross reference the image with her records of pop culture:  it was a werewolf!

- To be continued!

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Please hurry with the next chapter! Loved it! Especially all of the scenes with growth.

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A Day at the Beach
Alternatively:  Red Sun
By magnusmagneto
December 4, 2015   

Part of the MagnusMagneto Mashup 2

1.)
"Reports are coming in that a -"  The radio cut out with static.  It was a machine so old it could actually play CDs and lacked a auxiliary port for MP3 players.  Alex slammed it with one of her slender, tattooed hands; an act that seemed to alleviate whatever was ailing the device.  "- ject has passed Earth's atmosphere.  Causing -" another cut.  Alex let out an agitated groan and jiggled the antenna, which once again fixed the problem.  "-ference.  Turn off your computers for risk of losing da-"

"You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me!" Alex yelled out.  She stretched out one of her long, lithe, pale and inked legs before physically kicking the machine.  Her tight bathing suit left very little to the imagination, fully showcasing her extremely thin form.

"Damn kid, calm down."  Barked a man who called himself 'Spike' – her boyfriend.  He was similarly pale, lanky and tattooed.  For various reasons he opted to wear a t-shirt and shorts instead of a bathing suit.

Alex shot him a freezing glance.  The radio finally cut back in.  "- also be advised there may be effects on the earth's atmosphere.  Scientists suggest exercising caution when staying outdoors for long periods of-" cut out again.  Alex let out another angry yell and smashed the player once more, only to find that didn't remedy the problem.  She tinkered with the thing for a few more moments to no avail.

"Make it work." She said shoving it into Spike's arms, audibly frustrated.

Spike messed with it for a short while and yielded similarly unimpressive results.  The radio portion of the device was apparently busted.  "Sorry kid."  He said tossing it back to Alex.

Alex deftly grabbed the machine and let out another groan.  Defeated, she reached over and grabbed a binder of CDs sitting on the edge of their picnic blanket.  It was an ugly, red checkered piece of fabric that separated Alex and Spike from the hot, messy abyss of sand beneath them.  The couple were an unusual sight for the beach – a pair of pasty, grungy figures with all manner of piercings adorning their face and wild, colored Mohawks for hair.  They hid beneath a massive umbrella that fully shielded them from the sun's rays.  They enjoyed kicking back, drinking various craft brews and passing snide remarks on the 'normal' people nearby.

Alex shuffled through the collection of music and finally chose something.  A few moments later the player began producing sound. At least that works. Alex thought to herself.

"Really?  The Cure?  Again?  What is this, the fuckin' 90s?" Spike quipped, shaking his head, which caused a collection of facial and ear piercings to jingle in response.

"Deal with it."  Alex snapped back.

"Maybe I won't."

Alex cocked an eyebrow.  "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah.  What would you do about that then?" he asked with an air of jest.

Alex narrowed her eyes.  "I'd beat the shit outta ya!" She leapt onto her boyfriend knocking him to the towel covered ground.  They were both remarkably similar in appearance: tall, pale and extremely thin – although Alex had a much wider set of hips and a far more feminine face.  They were both 6' even with a similarly puny weight on the scale.  Who was taller between the two of them often came down to who decided to wear bigger combat boots that day.

"I'm still the man around here." Spike said pushing back in an attempt to reverse his girlfriend's hold.

"Not by much!" Alex shouted, giggling with a surprisingly high pitch given her tastes.  "Maybe I should lift some weights.  Drink some of those protein shakes.  Become a real bad bitch!" Alex pushed back.  "Then I'll really wear the pants around here.  Though we both know I basically already do." She smirked.

"Yeah, yeah whatever."  Spike said finally pushing her off before crawling over to the ice cooler and grabbing another bottle of high IPA beer.

Alex crawled over, snatched it out of his hands and placed a kiss on his lips.  He let out a sigh and grabbed another for himself.  "Wanna smoke?" he offered, producing a package of low quality cigarettes from his shorts' pocket.

"We can't do that here.  Remember last time?  We're not even supposed to be drinking here."

"Right, right."  Spike sat back and began sipping his next brew.  Alex joined him in a similar position and eventually they both let out a series of burps.  Spike made fun of the music's vocalist, which prompted Alex to playfully jab him in the stomach.  It was a dynamic that they both thoroughly enjoyed.

A few moments lingered before something peculiar caught Alex's gaze.  "Damn.  Is it just me or is it all...  pink out there?"

Spike stared ahead and made the same observation well.  They were both surprised that they hadn't noticed that the sky had taken on an otherworldly hue of pink.

"Oh shit." Alex started again.  "That reminds me.  Do you have your phone?  I left mine in the car."

"Uhh, yeah, what for?" Spike replied as he lazily tossed the device over to Alex.

She caught it and began fumbling around with the touch screen.  "Wanna check the news.  Remember the radio?  Talked about something in the sky and the atmosphere being funky?"  Alex quickly grew visibly agitated.  "What the fuck.  No connection?!"  She let out another groan.  "I'm going to try to catch a signal."

"Venturing out into the sun?"  Spike asked with a half-mocking tone.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever.  It's not a big deal Dracula." Alex shot back before getting up and emerging from their makeshift sanctuary.

As the sun's now pinkish rays hit Alex's pale skin, she felt... good.  Really good.  Better than they ever had before to be precise.  Alex began to question why she had spent so much time hiding from the sun in the past.  Snapping her thoughts back to what she initially was trying to do, Alex began wandering around the beach, trying to find a signal for the cell phone.  Her efforts amounted to no success.  She glanced around her immediate vicinity and noticed a few people staring at their phones with befuddled expressions.  Others were meandering around the beach, phones in hand, presumably also looking for a connection.

Alex glanced up towards the sun.  It was now distinctly pink in appearance.  She recalled how the radio mentioned electronic interference, and from there drew the obvious conclusion: whatever was making the sun pink was disrupting signals in the air.

2.) Meanwhile – at the shoreline.

Trevor glanced over at Isabella.  She was standing at the edge of the beach, the waves temporarily submerging her ankles before rescinding back.  The water was moving to and fro more rapidly than usual.

The young man could still hardly believe that she was dating him, even though they had been together for nearly 6 months.  To him, Isabella was nearly perfect.  She possessed a short body that was positively stacked in the best sense of the word.  Large, perky breasts; a toned, lithe core; an outrageously proportioned, muscular, rounded butt and a pair of powerful legs that would fit perfectly on a physique model.  Isabella hailed from a well-bred lineage of Spanish and Brazilian ancestors, and had absorbed the most favorable traits from each side.  As a result she had naturally dark skin that became bronze with the smallest exposure to sun, a head full of dark, luscious hair, and deep brown eyes.

About a  month into their relationship, Trevor suggested that they lift weights together, which lead to Isabella's lower half in particular to gain pound after pound of beautiful flesh.  Her back widened slightly, granting her more of an hourglass in appearance; and her arms, while still relatively small, were full of small, visible toned muscles that to sprang to life with the slightest movement.  Miraculously, Isabella managed to have a low body fat percentage while retaining her large breasts.

Trevor on the other hand hadn't benefited from the weight lifting quite as much as Isabella.  Sure, his muscles all grew a little, he gained a six-pack, and his upper half was bigger than Isabella's, but her progress was much more pronounced.  Isabella was a bright young woman, and it didn't take long for her to realize that Trevor greatly enjoyed her outrageously muscular lower half.  This had encouraged her to push herself even harder in the gym.

As the couple stood close to one another, the difference in their appearances grew apparent.  Trevor's upper half was 'better' than Isabella's, but her lower half – in particular her quads, calves and glutes were nearly twice as large in appearance.  This was somewhat of an illusion caused by the fact that Trevor's 5'10" was a full 9 inches above Isabella's 5'1", and as such she appeared far more physically compact than him.  Still, it was undeniable that Isabella's legs were stronger than his.

Trevor presumed that he would eventually catch up and overtake her in the legs department, but this didn't seem to be the case.  If anything, the gap continued to widen.  Worse yet, slowly but surely, Isabella was gradually catching up to him in terms of upper body development.  The young woman could tell this ongoing paradigm shift granted her even more power over Trevor, and she thoroughly enjoyed subtly dominating him in small, playful ways.  Sometimes it was gentle teasing, other times she would casually mention how all manner of attractive men approached her.  Despite the near constant stream of suitors that outwardly outclassed Trevor, she remained extremely faithful to him.  It was a charming interaction – the fact that Trevor was essentially putty in her hands strengthened their relationship, which went against the traditional wisdom of women wanting a challenge.

"The sun is so beautiful today, is it not Trevor?" Isabella asked.  While she was raised in America, she grew up in an environment mostly comprised of Spanish and Brazilian-Portuguese speaking individuals.  As a result, she had an accent that would range from light to thick depending on her emotional state.  This was another thing about her that positively thrilled Trevor.

"I dunno Izzy, it's kind of scary how... pink it is.  I've never seen anything like this outside of movies."

"Fear the sun?  That's ridiculous.  My mother used to tell tales of how the sun grants us strength.  That it's best we spend time in it every day to empower us."  Whenever Isabella spoke of her parents, the Spanish undertones of her accent flared up – a subconscious quirk of hers.

"Err, yeah, the sun is kind of the source of life on the planet technically.  It can also, uh, cause skin cancer." Trevor mentioned, thinking back at his high school biology classes.

Isabella shook her head and loosed a low, thrilling chuckle that sent a quiver through Trevor's system.  "Silly boy.  I'm talking about the soul.  The sun strengthens and nourishes it."

"Right." Trevor replied half heartedly, staring at the ocean which had begun to reflect the strange pink light emanating from the sky.

"Can you feel it babe?  It's like the sun is feeding us as we speak.  I think this pink light is an omen of good things to come."  Maria lifted her arms upward and outward, as if to receive more of the sun's rays.

"Uhh... sure." Trevor agreed, nodding his head.  In reality he couldn't feel any difference at all.  Sure, getting some sun felt good, but he didn't understand what Isabella was going on about.

"Mmmm." Isabella cooed.  "Feels so good.  Better than ever before."

"Right..." Trevor felt strange.  Not due to the sun itself, but from the way Isabella was reacting.  The light shimmered off of her skin and she appeared as if she were glowing.  He had a feeling that today wasn't going to be typical.

Isabella on the other hand felt extremely energized.  In fact, she was felt like she could take on anything.  "We should hit the gym again soon Trevvie.  I feel like I could a hit a new personal best!"  Isabella flexed her right arm, causing a fairly small but extremely well defined bull of power to rise up.  "Whoa, cool!  Look how defined I'm getting."

That was odd.  Trevor never remembered Isabella's arm being quite like that before.  The girl reached over with her free hand and began messaging the tensed muscle.  "It's soo firm now.  I love it!  Give it a feel Trevor!"

Trevor gulped and complied with her request.  As his fingers met the flesh it was abundantly clear that Isabella was right – her arms were exceptionally hard.  "It's like a rock..." he observed, almost as if he were in a trance.

"Well you're no slouch yourself my dear."  Isabella replied warmly, reaching over and poking Trevor's visible six-pack.  "The gym has done us both a lot of good."  She reached up and grabbed hold of his toned bicep. Trevor instinctively tensed it and gave it a feel as well.  That's when it hit both of them:  Isabella's arms were a lot harder than his.  Through nonverbal communication entirely, it was acknowledged between the couple that this was the case.

Isabella reached up and grabbed onto Trevor's neck, pulling him down for a kiss.  Her warm, soft lips were always a surefire panacea for any of Trevor's woes.  They lingered for a moment, and Trevor took in her scent.  She somehow smelled even better than before.  After they broke off, Isabella leaned into his ear.  "It's alright babe, you'll always be my big strong man." She pulled away.  So long as you remain faithful to me as ever that is." She added with a wink.

"Of.. Of course." Trevor murmured.

Isabella let out one of her captivating giggles before facing the sun and stretching her arms out once more.  "Mmm.  All that energy.  You know Trevor, I think that the sun feeds us just like it feeds plants.  Making us stronger and heartier."

"Yeah, you said something like that a second ago.  Well, um, we don't have chloroplasts or chlorophyll so we literally can't, even then photosynthesis gives relatively very little energy compared to say digesting a single cookie- "

Trevor was interrupted by Isabella playfully slamming her power-packed bottom into his side.  He was caught off guard by the force of the action and stumbled a bit before catching his position.  She let out a playful giggle as he watched him bumble around.  "Enough science mumbo jumbo big guy." She teased.  Isabella glanced down and peered over her prodigious chest, examining herself in the pink sun's glow.  "Whoa... Trevor..."

"Yes?"

"You should have told me!" Isabella yelled out joyously.  Trevor glanced down and noticed that her small hands were lovingly caressing a solid, thick set of abdominal muscles, forming an impressive six-pack.

Trevor performed a double take.  "Uhh... I honestly didn't notice babe."

"Aye yai yai Trevor." Her accent flared up.  "You really ought to pay attention to your girlfriend!"

"I mean... I haven't taken my eyes off of you Izzy.  You know what you in that swimsuit does to me."

She glanced over at the tent in his swim trunks that had been there since they arrived.  "Suuure big guy." She continued feel the contours of each and every individual muscle.  Isabella sauntered close to Trevor, closing the difference once more.  "You should feel these things."

Trevor gulped and complied. He took his fingers and gently pressed them into one of the muscular crevices.  To his wonderment, they were rock hard – possibly even harder, bordering on steel.  Trevor applied more force, and found that the muscles did not yield at all.  Isabella giggled again.  "That doesn't even hurt at all babe! I could do this all day!"  Trevor pushed harder yet, granting the same result.  "You like it, don't you baby?  Feeling your sexy little girlfriend's rock hard body?"

The tent in Trevor's pants shifted in agreement.  Isabella giggled.  "Well you've got a sexy stomach yourself."  She said, rubbing her hand against his own midsection.  Trevor reached over with one of his hands and also felt his abs, whiling keeping the other hand on Isabella's stomach.  Once again it was understood without a single word that Isabella's were far harder than his own.

"It's because the sun is my ally!"  she explained, reaching up towards it with her hands with a satisfied expression on her face.  After lingering for a few moments, Isabella brought her upper half downward, in turn crunching her midsection.  She gazed down and noticed that from seemingly thin air there were now a pair of matching obliques adorning her six-pack.  "What is this?  These must have been hiding." She said, poking the small ridges.

Trevor gulped.  The rest of her abs appeared more pronounced as well.

"How curious." Isabella said before stretching her upper torso up and crunching it down once again, leading to the appearance of defined serratus anterior muscles to erupt and for her existing abs to thicken even further.  "Ooooh." She cooed, brushing her fingers against the mesmerizing bumps.  "You don't have these on your belly Trevvy." She noted with a knowing smirk.

Trevor's knees began to quake slightly.  What was going on?  He figured that Isabella must have developed all of these muscles from their workouts and they were only visible from her ab flexing combined with this eerie pink light.  Yeah, that had to be it.

Having spent so much time with Trevor, Isabella had a good idea of what he was thinking.  "Did you know Trevor, I do more exercises than just our workouts.  Every night I do squats, leg raises, push ups, yoga, running, and all sorts of other stuff.  Sometimes I also do those in the morning too.  I bet you just sit around and relax when we aren't at the gym, huh?" She gave him a playful wink before stretching up once more and crunching her midsection yet again – this time bringing to life another pair of abdominals, giving her a visible eight pack.  "Ooo look at that!  Now I have more abs than you!"  she chuckled.

Trevor's stomach was performing flips.  He had no idea how to feel about this.  On one hand he found Isabella's growing muscularity immensely hot.  On the other he was already afraid that she was out of his league, and watching her improve even further increased this fear.

"It's okay though baby." Isabella said before bringing her arms back and performing a double bicep flex.  Trevor could've sworn that her arms were bigger.  "We both know my legs are way stronger already.  I don't mind being bigger up here too."  She flexed again – there was no denying it, her arms were definitely pumping up to larger proportions!  "I kind of like the idea of being the stronger one honestly...  Must be my fiery Brazillian side." She noted, performing a final flex.  "Wow, look at that babe – there's a big split in the middle of my arm muscle here."  She brought her finger into the grove, reveling in the way her own muscles felt.  "I don't remember yours having cool little details like these."

Trevor's face was beat red.

"Mmm.  I love it when you get all flustered because of me.  Say, let's go for a swim.  Should be some good exercise for our sexy bodies, right?"

Trevor nodded.  "Alright, sounds good."  He could definitely use a cooling down after the display Isabella had put on for him.

As Isabella's round bottom seductively wagged, enticing him to follow, Trevor came to notice two things:  The sun appeared to be more of a light red than the gentle pink it was a few minutes ago, and the tides ahead seemed to be growing larger.  Before long Isabella was nearly submerged in the ocean.  Trevor quickly followed.

3.)

Alex had noted the shift of the sun's color and thought it looked, in her own words 'metal as fuck'.  She was bemused at how absurdly energetic she felt.  After failing to find a signal for the better part of twenty minutes, she came to accept that whatever was going on with the sun had simply shut down all cellular communication and radio waves.  Alex decided that it was probably for the best, and she should be free of distractions like that at the beach.  Feeling an overabundance of energy to burn, Alex began running back towards Spike.  She hadn't really run for the past few years.  Alex was surprised at how easy it was, and she actually enjoyed the feeling of her bare feet on the warm sand.

Before long Alex came into Spike's peripheral vision.  As he gazed over at her, he was flat out shocked to see her running, and presumed something must be the matter.  Silly bitch must have gotten someone mad or broken something.  I didn't know she could even move that quickly.  He thought to himself as he took another sip from his brew.  It should be noted that Spike's use of profanity in reference to his girlfriend was with a tone of admiration.  Fighting with one another was simply their way of expressing love.

As Alex approached closer, Spike thought that she looked... different.  Fuller perhaps?  He could've sworn he saw lines of muscle definition on her body.  Then again, maybe that was just the weird lighting or her tattoos playing tricks on his eyes.  His girlfriend was zooming in with surprising speed, and in one swift motion she leapt into the air and as she landed intentionally pointed her feet towards him, causing a great deal of sand to rise up and directly hit him.

"Da fuck!" Spike yelled out, spitting some sand out of his mouth and wiping the rest off his face.  "You for real kid?!"  he tossed the beer aside and rose to his feet.

Alex winked and stuck her tongue out.  "Whaddya gonna do about it?"

Spike scrunched his face up before lunging towards the girl.  With a swift maneuver she effortlessly dodged him.  The man got back up and leaped at her once more.  This time Alex allowed him to close the gap and they locked arms.  "Oooh, you wanna wrestle, you sexy hunk?"

As their hands pressed against each other, Spike noticed something strange and somewhat terrifying – Alex was standing completely still despite his efforts.  He glanced down and noticed something even more peculiar – Alex's former beanpole body had... muscles!  They weren't particularly large, but she had honest to goodness muscles!  Her upper half in particular rippled to life as a budding pair of pecs jut out underneath her small breasts and her shoulders strained from the motion.

"I feel so fuckin' amped up today!" Alex yelled out.  "Like I'm supercharged!"

Spike pushed harder, trying to get an upper hand in the skirmish, but found it to be a fruitless endeavor.  He looked at her arms, which had spontaneously developed a pair of long, bulging biceps.  When did Alex get these muscles?  She hadn't worked out – not that he knew of, and they rarely spent any time apart.  He didn't recall her having them even an hour ago.

"Holy shit..." Alex muttered.  "You're actually trying aren't you?  I wasn't even doing anything..."

Spike gave it his all, and only had a red face to show for it.  Alex started laughing.  She pushed back and found that she immediately gained ground.  With a quick maneuver she slipped behind him and locked his lanky body into a bear hug.  Spike tried to break free, but found it to be an impossible task.  Alex was like a fleshy vice grip that was simultaneously soft and hard.

Alex continued to laugh voraciously as Spike squirmed within her grasp.  "This is so fuckin' cool!" she yelled out.  "I'm a true-blue bad-ass bitch now without having to lift a single weight!"

Spike let out an agitated grunt and continued to struggle.  "Cut it out Al!  I don't want to hurt you!"

Alex laughed and tightened her grip.  "You, hurt me?"  she could feel Spike's resistance weakening moment by moment as her control over the situation increased.

"Ugh" Spike grunted. "Your body it's..."

Alex drew in closer and whispered in his ear. "It's what?"

"So... fuckin... hard!" he grunted.

Alex smirked and tightened her grip.  "I think it's getting harder by the second." She whispered.

"Alright!  I give up. Tap out. Uncle. Mercy.  Whatever!" Spike cried with his last gasp.

Alex had no intentions of harming her boyfriend, so she released her grip, letting Spike loose.  He fell to the ground and caught his breath.  A few moments passed and he looked up at Alex who was standing arms akimbo.  She appeared even fuller and more muscular than a mere few seconds ago.  The light red sunlight was positively radiating off of her pale skin.  Alex absentmindedly flexed her arms a few times, reveling in how actual muscles were popping up.  The two of them weren't entirely positive, but it looked like Alex's arms were actually growing in real time.

After observing her arms for a bit, Alex turned her attention to Spike, who was still sitting with his back against the sand.  Playfully, Alex placed one of her bare feet on his chest – a light display of dominance.  Alex's legs had become thick and well-muscled while retaining their model-like length.  Spike had never really viewed the alternative girl as a model of all things, but seeing her with womanly flesh on her frame put things in a different light.  He reached up and placed his hands around her calf, marveling at how chiseled it was.

As Spike continued to grasp the lusty limb, something intriguing happened – he could physically feel it grow a little.  It also hardened even further.  Alex watched her boyfriend's reaction, and quickly deduced that he liked it – a lot.  "Enjoying yourself?"

"I guess I am." Spike admitted.  "Never knew I had a thing for buff bitches until now."

Alex laughed.  She was secretly overjoyed that was his reaction to all of this.  It was a small reminder of why they got along so well despite both being difficult people.  "Well come up here and check out the rest of me!"

Spike obeyed and rose to his feet.  Before another word was uttered, the couple grabbed a hold of one another, eager for a make out session, even if it was in public.  As they embraced, Spike placed an arm on Alex's bicep and the other on her glutes.  He found himself growing more aroused by the minute as he felt the otherworldly density beneath her soft skin.  The couple began biting one another's lips in between kisses – one of the many strange rituals they shared.

During this moment of tenderness, the light red light from the sun had darkened considerably, producing a crimson hue.

4.)

In the ocean water Trevor found it neigh impossible to keep up with Isabella.  He had also noticed that the sun, and by reflection, the sea, had become a dark, menacing red.  The current had also grown coarser, and he found himself knocked in the face with wave after wave.  Isabella on the other hand was having a splendid time.  He was amazed at how quickly and gracefully she was zooming through the water, her thick arms cutting through the waves like they were a knife through hot butter.

Due to the conditions, Trevor often lost track of Isabella as he had to focus primarily on keeping afloat.  He wasn't sure if it was the lighting or an illusion caused by the water, but every time he caught sight of her, she seemed more muscular than the last.  Trevor was also fairly certain that somehow Isabella was speeding up while the current continued to grow even harsher.  At one point she decided to tease him by literally swimming circles around him with such speed that the beginnings of a small whirlpool formed around him.

This was interrupted by the sighting of a tremendous oncoming wave.  "Let's go catch that thing babe!" Isabella yelled out before heading straight towards it.

Trevor understandably felt like this was a terrible idea.  Intentionally going after a torrent that large was only asking for trouble.  Still, he didn't want to be a spoil sport, and he also didn't want Isabella to entirely show him up.  He soldiered on, pushing himself to follow her as best he could.

After multiple minutes of agony Trevor finally approached the towering wave.  His arms already burned from traversing through the rocky currents.  Isabella was already facing the wave head on.  Trevor was unsure of what exactly why she felt the need to do this, but she seemed to be enjoying herself.  He continued to stare at it as it drew closer... and closer...  then suddenly his vision turned to black.

Trevor had the wind knocked out of him from the current and was quickly submerged.  He opened his eyes to find he was underwater and too disoriented to react.  Just when all hope seemed to be lost, he felt a familiar small hand grab his, then his entire body was swiftly ripped through the water, and a moment later he was above the surface, gasping for air.  Isabella threw him onto her back, which had become much wider and more rigid than he remembered.  He grabbed on and took note of how thick and round her shoulders were.  Before long Isabella's tremendously thick legs were propelling them to shore.  Trevor was amazed at the speed with which his girlfriend was able to traverse through the water while simultaneously carrying him.

The couple reached the beach and emerged onto the sand.  Trevor was still riding on top of Isabella, and she hadn't kicked him off.  In fact, she didn't struggle whatsoever with the transition, effortlessly carrying him piggy back style.  Eventually Trevor hopped off.  He took a moment to cough up some water and get his bearings.

"Sorry for pushing you babe.  I didn't think it'd be so dangerous."  Isabella said, her tone sincere.

"It's alright." Trevor coughed up a final bit of water and wiped his eyes clear.

That's when the sight of Isabella hit him.  She was huge!  She stood at the same petite height of 5'1", but every muscle on her frame was engorged to proportions that a bodybuilder would be proud of.  Thick, softball sized biceps that easily measured over 17 inches in diameter protruded even at rest, leading up to a wide, triangular upper half which cascaded downward to her chiseled midsection.  Then there was her bottom half.  This had always been Isabella's strongest feature, and her lower body now was no exception.  Her thighs were mind-blowingly large in relation to her height.  Next to Trevor, her quadriceps appeared to be at least 3 times as large as his, and her calves were similarly proportioned.  A thick, V-shaped striation in the center of her quads indicated that they were all entirely muscle.

Isabella noticed Trevor staring slack jawed at the godly legs on display.  "I know you want to touch them Trevor.  Don't be shy, I'm your girlfriend, remember?"

Trevor accepted the indirect invitation and placed his right hand on Isabella's thigh.  His mind had trouble understanding precisely what he was feeling.  Her skin was soft as ever – perhaps even softer, but underneath lay a slab of flesh so dense that he was unsure of what to even compare it to.  It made steel and marble seem soft in relation.  It was also unbelievably arousing to touch for reasons Trevor did not quite understand.

As they stood side by side it became abundantly clear to Trevor just how overwhelming the difference in their strength was.  Isabella's muscles were not only far larger than his, but unfathomably harder.  He tried extrapolating a conclusion from some very rough mental math.  As he ran the numbers, it became clear that she was easily tens, no dozens, wait – possibly hundreds of times stronger than him!  And there was no telling if she would stop gaining strength!

After letting her boyfriend linger for a few moments, Isabella decided to have some fun.  She grabbed a hold of his firm bottom and hoisted him into the air single handedly, causing zero exertion at all from her behalf.  "This is so much fun, is it not Trevor?" Isabella asked with a rich chuckle before literally tossing Trevor from her right hand onto her left, keeping him juggled in midair.  She eventually caught him and carefully placed him down on his feet.

"What... what is going on Izzy!?" Trevor sputtered.

Isabella breathed in deeply.  "I can sense it Trevor."

"Sense what!?"

Isabella exhaled.  "Everything.  I can see every grain of sand.  Smell every unique scent of food, animal, person or element of nature.  Hear every voice on this beach.  Hear your heart beating.  Beating faster and faster as you think about this little speech of mine.

"Izzy...  I'm not following along here."

"Of course you're not silly.  You do not understand the sun!"  Isabella turned her gaze to it, displaying her wide, rippling back to Trevor.  Even this had become significantly larger and more impressive than Trevor's.

Isabella looked up at the large, red sphere in the sky emanating the light that no doubt enhanced her body;  She wanted more.  She wanted to grow closer and closer to the sky, to take in more and more of its power.  Isabella imagined herself floating into the air.

Just then – it happened.  The Spanish powerhouse began to slowly rise off of the ground!

–

The CD player suddenly cut out.  This distraction interrupted Alex from her make out session with Spike, and she moved over to the device to investigate.  Similar to Isabella, her the muscles on her body had also been continuously growing with size and density.  She bounded over to the machine, causing her thick quads to ripple and shake from the motion.  After some finagling with the box, she found that it was, for one reason or another dead.

"Oooh sometimes I get so mad I could just..." right then Alex cut herself short as a pair of lasers erupted from her eyes, melting the plastic casing of the CD player!  "Holy shit." She muttered.  "SPIKE!  CHECK THIS SHIT OUT!" she screamed before laser beaming her name into the sand, turning it to glass in the process.

–

Trevor looked around, taking in his surroundings.  He noticed that some other women were watching Isabella's ascension, and a few of them managed to replicate it, floating into the air themselves.  He then saw Alex, and watched begin to build a glass sandcastle with creative use of her laser vision.  Trevor turned his gaze again and saw the outdoor weight lifting area, where he spied a muscular blond woman lifting a huge barbell overloaded with weights clean over her head with one arm – the motion looked effortless.  He looked upon an ongoing volleyball game and watched a girl serve the ball dozens of feet into the air, leap up and slam it downward with tremendous speed.  He then spotted a young girl who must have been roughly 9 years of age literally flying around with her overweight father in her arms.

Everywhere he looked, he saw women doing amazing things, things that no normal human should ever be capable of.  He knew that this would have global consequences.  A world of super women.  It was like something out of a comic book... but he was faced with this reality.  Could humanity survive when half of the species possessed limitless strength compared to the other?  Would men be safe in a world where an angry woman could literally shoot lasers out of her eyes!?

Trevor was trembling.  He wasn't sure what to do, or if there was anything he COULD do.

Before he could dwell on this for too long, he heard a familiar voice from behind him. "Fear not Trevor.  Even if women worldwide become empowered, I'll protect you." He turned around and Isabella was there, floating up to meet him at eye level.

Isabella had remained the same height, and her body hadn't gained much more mass than the last time he saw her, but her entire being possessed an almost supernatural appearance to it.  The young woman looked like she was literally glowing from the inside out, as opposed to merely reflecting the light of the sun.

"Have I ever let you down?" she asked with her familiar thrilling chuckle.  Trevor knew deep down that she was right.  No matter what happened in this world of super women, Isabella would come through for him.

She gently scooped him into her arms, holding him bridal-carry style – a trivial task for her super powered body.  Together they flew off into the sunset – or rather, chasing the sunset, so Isabella could soak in the sun's glory for the rest of her days.

– The End!?

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April Fool's Day
By MagnusMagneto
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[Just a quick, fun story.  Hope you enjoy!]


Mick stared at the letter.  It had arrived in a conspicuous envelope addressed to his house, with no specific name on the envelope.  It read:

"Congratulations, you've been selected to join the Intergalactic Council of Gods!  All mentally sound human beings from your planet were placed into a lottery, and you alone were chosen!  What you do with your gift is entirely up to you.  A few moments after this message is read, you will feel your body ascending to what we believe is the minimum stature for a god-like figure of your species.  Soon after that, your muscles will similarly begin their first transformation as they expand to at least what we feel a human god would look like.  Of course, if you chose, you can make your stature and muscles larger, much larger. 

After that, your body will start filling up with inter-dimensional cosmic energy.  Your first dose will grant you to the basic suite of god-powers.  Once that is finished, what happens next is up to you.  The more you use your abilities, and the more you want power, the more strength you'll be granted.  We do hope that you ultimately accomplish something morally good and eventually join us at the Council of Gods.  That said, there are no bars on what you're allowed to do, and we won't interfere, unless absolutely necessary.

P.S – Unsure of where we are?   Fear not, if you become powerful enough, you'll figure it out.  Have fun, and enjoy your gift!"


Mick stared at the letter, his hands trembling.  Was it real?  Was this possible?  It seemed too good to be true.  It must have been some kind of prank; it was April 1st after all.  He continued to stand there, wide eyed, as he waited, desperately hoping, for his body to undergo its initial transformation toward godhood.

A few minutes passed, and nothing happened.  Mick let out a sigh and came to accept that it must have just been a joke.

Suddenly, Mick heard a feminine moaning coming from the living room.  He walked over to find his sister, Milly, hunched over, clutching her sides.  She was wearing her usual 'uniform' of a tank-top and short-shorts.   She let out another groan, and Mick thought he saw her...  No way.

"Milly!?"  He called out.

"Oh, hey Mick, uh... something weird is going on..."  She let out another feminine moan as her entire frame grew wider and taller right before Mick's eyes. 

Mick took a step back, his breathing grew more rapid and his heart raced.  No, it couldn't be...

Mick's fears worsened as he watched Milly's spindly limbs rapidly develop, muscles emerging out of thin air. No!  Not her!  Anyone but her!  Mick thought to himself.   Milly was already so obnoxious as she was, how would he be able to deal with her if she became an all-powerful god-like being!?

The young woman let out another moan, "Feels so good!" she exclaimed. 

A few moments later she was at eye-level with Mick, then a few more later, towered above him.  She was wider than him in all the right places, yet maintained a narrower waist.  Milly's body was brimming with vitality, and Mick could literally feel the sheer unbridled energy emanating from her form, like he was close to a radiator. 

"God DAMN, check this out!"  Milly shouted before flexing her arms; a pair of thick, steely biceps erupting as a result.  "These too!" she pounded her abdomen with a hollow thud, which was comprised of eight jutting bricks of muscle that stretched her shirt to its breaking point.

Mick instinctively backed away, his mind racing with what he should do; wondering if there was anything he could do. 

"Mmmm..." Milly cooed, "This is so cool!  I want MORE!"  She exclaimed, and right on command, her entire body began to quake and tremble before growing once more.  Milly's muscles continued to develop until she looked like a towering amazon with the musculature of a body-builder, and the grace of a supermodel.

She took a single stride towards Mick, her long legs effortlessly closing the gap between them.  "Whadya think bro?  Wanna feel?"  She offered before leaning down and tensing an arm right in front of Mick; an explosion of thick, blue veins came to life to indicate her expert conditioning.

Mick gulped before reaching over and grabbing onto the bicep.  It was harder than anything he had ever felt, and...  "HOT!"  He exclaimed before retracting his hands, which were lobster-red and smoldering – Mick's exclamation was literal, he had actually burnt himself on his sister's bicep.

"Wow.  Sorry Mick, I had no idea.  I guess I'm just too..."  She extended her arms outward, "POWERFUL!" she yelled as she flexed them again, which forced them to grow even larger, beyond what should have been possible for a human to naturally achieve.
Milly continued, "I feel like there's so much power flowing through me!  So much that..." suddenly, lightening appeared and danced around her tremendous form.  Milly let out another groan and started to float in the air!  "Haha, I'm turning into a god!" she announced, twirling around while defying gravity.

"No... no... no..."  Mick repeated out loud, still mentally shell-shocked that his sister was the one that letter was referring to.

"Yes..." Milly cooed, unleashing yet another growth spurt, "Yes!" Another, "YES!" A flash of light and Milly had transformed into a towering monolith of feminine power; muscles cascaded across the unfathomable expanse of her form; the aura of lightening strengthened, and fire joined the mix – passively displaying her ability to generate all forms of energy: a sight that was eldritch in nature for Mick to behold.

Then Mick remembered something that made the entire situation even worse: the letter.  The letter mentioned that the more the chosen one used their powers, the stronger they'd become.  If Milly kept using her abilities, and was as power hungry as she seemed...

"Whatcha thinking about?" Milly asked.  Her voice had transformed into a breathy, booming, all-encompassing melody that sounded as if it came from the heavens themselves; yet, it was still expounding playful childish dialogue.

"N-nothing!"  Mick stuttered.

"Hmmm... I don't believe you!"  Milly announced.  "Let's see if I can..." she held a hand out towards her brother, "Oh, yes, I can!"

"You can what?"

"Read your mind, duh!  Uh huh.  I see now.  So the more I use my abilities, and the more power I want, the stronger I get?  And to think you DIDN'T want your dear sister to become as godlike as possible?  Tsk tsk Mick.  You know what this means, don't you?"

"N-no..."

"It means, that you have to be... punished!"  Milly laughed.

"Punished!?"

"Yup."  Milly giggled again, "Punished in the worst way possible."

Mick's mind raced.  Milly was capable of so many tremendous things now, there was no telling what she would do to him!

"Oh, it's nothing like that."  Milly responded to his very thoughts, "It's something far, far worse.  What could possibly be worse?  Well, for a selfish little boy like you...  I'm going to make sure I become as STRONG" The lightening around her grew even more intense, "POWERFUL" Her body gained even more height and muscle, "and GODLIKE" Her hair turned crimson red, and her eyes began to glow bright supernatural blue, "AS POSSIBLE!"  She giggled.

"W-wait!  It's not fair!  I read the letter!"

"Poor, poor Mick.  Life isn't fair.  Anyways, it looks like my mere presence is going to destroy the house at this rate.  I think it's time for me to stretch my 'wings', and explore the world.  Who knows?  Maybe when I find that intergalactic council, they'll grant me even MORE power!"

And with that Milly disappeared, leaving Mick to pass out from the sheer insanity of what had just occurred in the past few minutes.


The End!

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Love it!

Wow, if you're the real Marknew, then thank you very much - you're easily my biggest inspiration as a writer!

That was fantastic Magnus.

Thanks for the kind words!

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Chaos Reigns
By MagnusMagneto


[This is an alternate ending to my Growth Drive on DA.  It is recommended for full context to read it, but you could figure out what's going on through context clues.  http://magnusmagneto.devian You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login ]

[Stuff is about to get... crazy.  You've been warned.]


"I actually did it."  Nikki said to herself, staring at the large, bulbous earrings in her right hand.  "Was a lot easier than I thought, but I guess these aren't guarded nearly as tightly as the Dragon Balls."

Nikki knew that in approximately...  now, Cindy would appear for the final confrontation in the city...

And right on cue, the beautiful, powerful, and statuesque blonde appeared.

"Yo!  Cindy!  Hold up!"  Nikki shouted, leaping in the way of the slightly larger girl; though both young women were so massive that they were titans compared to normal people.

Cindy narrowed her eyes a bit.  "Nikki?  How did you get...  There?  You also look a bit different..."

"I am from the future!  That's how!  For real!"  Nikki yelled at Cindy.

In a few minutes, Harriet would "win" the Growth Drive and gain control over reality. 

"Uh huh..." Cindy didn't believe the girl at all.  She considered trying to kill her, but was too preoccupied with the coming confrontation with Harriet.

Nikki continued: "You see, in the 'real'--or 'fake' depending on how you look at it--universe Growth Drive took a whole freaking year to finish, but for us it was like a week I think?  And now it's been a few more months since.  It's actually December 2016!  But I came back to now... to stop the future...!"

"Presuming what you say is true, and not complete nonsense, why did you come back now?  And how exactly are you going to stop the future?"  Cindy replied.

"Well I had to come back right as I got my dimensional hopping powers, but before, well, what's about to go down.  And I needed to traverse dimensions to get these!"  Nikki held up the large spherical earrings she had stolen from another world; they didn't look quite right, as if they were from a cartoon instead of reality.  Nikki, and other fans of the anime Dragon Ball Z, knew the as 'potara earrings'.

"Uh huh...  Prove it.  That you came from 2016."  Cindy challenged.

"Ok. Uhm."  Nikki took a large breath and began to recall everything she had seen from our dimension: " The president-elect of the United States is Donald Trump!  Britain left the European Union, but maybe not, nobody actually knows what will really happen!  The Chicago Cubs won the World Series!  Fidel Castro died on Black Friday!"

"What!?  Preposterous!"

"A dead gorilla was the biggest meme of the summer, and he received over ten thousand votes in the general election!" under her breath she added, "Rest in pepperonis sweet prince."

Cindy stared blankly.  "What does that even mean?"

"Comic book movies somehow got even worse!  Though I do have to admit I would loooove to dress up as a beefed up Harley Quinn.  Don't you think I could pull it off?"

"You're speaking gibberish to me.  Tell me about markets.  What pertinent information do you know about them?"

"Uhh...  Nothing really?  Stocks are apparently at all-time highs.  Oh yeah, Bitcoin almost hit $800 a pop."

Cindy shook her head.  "No, no, no.  None of this makes sense.  Nikki, you are simply out of your mind.  I mean, that was abundantly clear from the start, but whatever your abilities are... they've definitely made you... weirder... if such a thing were even possible.  And since when can you travel through time?"

"Time is convoluted Cindy!  At some point I gained this ability in another timeline, and I somehow came back to this one... with the ability... but I think this is all just a contrivance to try and 'logically' explain an alternate ending..."  Nikki rubbed her forehead, her outrageous bicep jumping in response, "Just go with it Cindy!  In about five minutes Harriet is going to gain control of this entire reality!"

"You're really still going with the crazy shtick.  And how do you know this?  That Harriet will control reality?"

"I lived through it!  It went...  Ok."  Nikki explained.

"It was ok?"  Cindy raised a brow.

"Yeah, so Harriet like reset everything, kind of?  For instance, you ended up less of a bitch and would probably end up happier in a few years.  Like you were still hot and rich and perfect and all that, but you also realized there was more to life than dictating a high school.  Looked like you were going to be on the up and up to changing the world for the better and actually being loved by people without literally mind controlling them.

Kind of a similar situation for me.  I chilled out, and gave my nerdy friend a chance out of the friend zone – which im sure he'll screw up. (or he already screwed up? Time travel is confusing.) Plus Harriet left me with a touch of magic to build muscle extra fast for funsies.  Like sure, Harriet ruled reality, but she decided to just chill on an island with Guy and fulfill his fantasies or some shit.  It was kind of a net positive I guess."

"That sounds... pleasant?"  Cindy replied, conflicted on how she felt. 

"Yeah, and it was goddamn boring!  Shit only got 17 favorites! People expected the end of the universe and biceps as big as planets, and they got a happy ending with logical character arc conclusions and development!"

"But... presuming your drivel about voting and readers and whatnot is correct...  That would mean they voted or donated for Harriet?"

"Yeah."

"So they voted for Harriet... and didn't want a happy ending?"

"I dunno dude, there wasn't much feedback."

"Fascinating.  Well, following your train of logic, I suppose it makes sense that they would be highly illogical, considering these fools powered up Harriet instead of me!  Still..." Cindy stroked her chin, "I still find it difficult to believe that she won, and not I however."

Nikki sighed, "Oh come on.  We both know that Harriet has this in the bag – she stuffed you under a friggan volcano!  And that was only because she refused to kill you!  Either way you're boned and we're going to hose town, so just humor me and put on the friggan earing!"  she tossed one of the decorations to Cindy, who reflexively caught it.

Cindy held the jewel up, scrutinizing it – even she had to admit that it looked off, and merely holding it gave her an eerie sensation.  "And pray tell.  How will an earring of all things help us?"  Cindy was teetering between amusement and annoyance. 

"The earrings will fuse us together into one SUPER BEING.  Harriet won't be strong enough to gain control of reality."

"A shared body?  I suppose there would be some advantages to adding your might to mine, but I'm quite certain your mind and personality would hold me back."

"Oh knock it off.  All that matters is we'd have the most power so we gain control of reality.  CONTROL. OF. REALITY!" Nikki was red in the face; she couldn't believe that convincing Cindy to put the earring on would be more difficult than securing it in the first place.

Cindy continued staring at the jewel.

Nikki spoke up again, "Just put on the stupid earing or else I have to travel through time again, which means Magnus will take another 5 goddamn months to write a 2-to-3-thousand-word alternate ending!  You're going to lose either way if you don't try this!  Just humor me!"

Cindy squinted a bit.

Nikki yelled: "Oh crap, there she is!  It's all going to be over soon Cindy, her telekinesis shit is OP!  Put on the earing and fuse with me dammit!"

"Alright fine.  It's an earring.  What harm can it do anyways?  I have indestructibility after all."  Cindy sighed before clasping it to her right ear.

Nikki quickly secured the twin earring to her left lobe.

A moment of silence passed.

"Well?" Cindy asked.

Then...  "Oh..."  she said, clutching her ear.

"Yas!  Itz happening!" Nikki squealed, breaking the laws of spelling in the process.

At that moment, Harriet bounded over – while Cindy hadn't caused the same disruption in this timeline, she still sensed the presence of the other two super powered girls, and wanted to preempt any problems.

But before Harriet could say a word, a brilliant flash of light filled appeared, blinding even the brainy babe.  The outlines of Cindy and Nikki seemed to merge into each other, disappearing, before...  suddenly...

The being was well over 9 feet in height, and stark naked after outgrowing its clothing.  It had a distinctly feminine outline: an exaggerated hourglass, with unfathomably thick limbs attached to it; yet despite possessing far more girth and musculature, the being's arms and legs were longer in appearance than Harriet's.

Harriet slowly regained her bearings and began to take in the full scope of the creature; a supernatural glow emanated from its perfect, immaculate skin, which was primarily the tone of Nikki's paleness, but seemed to brim with even more life and beauty. 

The entity was just as shocked as Nikki was, as it took a few moments to get its bearings.  It stroked its long torso, running delicate and strong fingers against powerful abdominal muscles that were simultaneously long and thick – bulging with untold amounts of power.

At least the being spoke: "Behold!  We are Cindki!  Err...  Nikdy!  Nickdy?!  Cinnick!?  Who cares!  We're here to change the tide of fate and rule the multiverse!"  Despite the goofy childish words, the voice was rich, resonant, and effortlessly seductive.  It filled the air around them, and Harriet found her knees automatically quaking in response.

The fused being possessed beauty far beyond the possibility of anything manmade - both art and flesh alike.  Its long, flowing mane of hair was brilliant blonde with strawberry streaks; a large chunk permanently covered its left eye-just like Nikki's hair; and the revealed right eye was bright royal purple – it shimmered with intensity akin to the sun itself.

"Magnus nor any other author could ever hope to adequately describe our splendor."  The entity said, possessing an even more advanced version of Nikki's ability to break the fourth wall.

Harriet immediately understood what had happened.  Her powerful mind clearly saw that this was a fusion of her rivals, "The crappy humor of Nikki combined with the malicious intent of Cindy..."  she muttered.

"I can hear that." The goddess replied, staring down at its nails.  With a mere thought, she utilized one of Cindy's minor abilities, and changed their color to pitch black, perfectly manicuring them in the process.

Harriet tried to peer into the being's mind; she was met with the mental equivalent of a steel wall.

"Now, now, now Harriet, you had trouble reading our minds before, and now that we're SO much better than you, why would you think you'd be able to now?"  The voice was so rich and powerful, possessing a palpable texture that sent chills down Harriet's spine.  Arrogant and playful at the same time, yet commanding and slightly childish. 

"Invincible, remember?"  It said, hardening its body to an invulnerable state that somehow surpassed what Cindy was capable of.  Then... to Harriet's utter terror, the being moved in this state, not effected by the restriction of immobility placed on Cindy.  "Heh.  Seems that our 'X-factors' have been combined, meaning that not only do I possess both skills of Nikki and Cindy, but those skills have been powered up proportionately as well."  The new goddess mused.  "In fact..."

Nikki+Cindy suddenly rocketed into the air, leaving a sonic boom in their wake.  It was evident that Nikki's ability to fly, which was formerly slow and cumbersome, had developed exponentially, allowing the fusion to effortlessly reach the clouds.  A few moments later, she landed, leaving literal crater in her wake.  Effortlessly, it floated out and landed in front of Harriet; the sheer disparity in their sizes becoming more evident.

Panicking, Harriet moved to telekentically disable the fused woman, but it was as useless as her telepathy attempt.

"Reaaally Harriet?  Still trying to hurt ME?"  The being laughed, Nikki's playfulness peeking through. 

"And this isn't even my final form!" she declared before activating Nikki's adrenaline rush; the sound of ripping flesh fibers filled the air, and the already-massive muscles filled themselves with supernatural energy: bulging, bursting, ballooning, bulking, blossoming, burgeoning, building themselves to bestial buffness; "Blessed with benefits befitting and belonging to a big, bantering, boasting, bulbous, barbaric, belligerent, bountiful, beautiful, bullheaded, beguiling, breathtaking, bourgeois, baneful, bodacious, blasphemous, bewildering, brilliant, bombastic, beefy, bullying, bragging, bewitching, boisterous, buxom, bedazzling, brainy, bossy, bratty, babealicious, built,  and... bad... goddess."  The being laughed, "maybe it could be boddess?  Hmmmm?  Not like anyone could stop me!"

Harriet merely stared, awestruck, her knees trembling.  In her empowered state, Cindy+Nikki had ascended to over 12 feet of height, and her arms alone were over 100 inches of pure power.  No physical objects worked as apt metaphors to describe them, only the sheer implications of that number could do it justice.  Her other limbs were equally impressive; thighs that would dwarf all tree-trunks but the redwoods themselves; abs that individually made a grown man's fists look small in comparison; and an upper half more than five times wider than a powerlifter's.

And of course, her breasts had also expanded to truly outrageous proportions; each individual jug weighed more than an adult female.  A ZZZ-cup bra, if such a thing existed, would not fit; not that the goddess required such a trivial item, her heaving, titanium pectorals more than adequately lifted her bosom with zero discernable sag.

"Oh.  Bombproof too."  The being added with a childish giggle that instilled sheer dread to all who heard it.

Harriet desperately tried to learn from the being, to copy its eldritch techniques; but this too failed, prompting the fused goddess to laugh even more. 

Cindy+Nikki lazily floated over towards Harriet.  Unsure of what else to do, the valedictorian tried to run away; but it was useless, Nikki+Cindy simply rocketed over in front of her, and clamped her hands down on Harriet's brawny shoulders.  With a small squeeze—a mere fraction of her power—the goddess forced Harriet down on her knees.

"I forgot the most important one!" she cheerfully started, reaching down and lifting up Harriet's face to look her directly in the eyes: "Better."

Cindy+Nikki lifted Harriet's head, "Now give me a kiss."  She uttered with enough sexual power that all non-powered humans, regardless of sexual orientation, in a 5-mile radius were immediately brought to orgasm.  The command was issued with Cindy's Hypnosis+Overwhelming presence, which was in turn empowered by her fusion with Nikki, and compounded even more through the adrenaline rush (which, at this point, could actually last as indefinitely as the goddess wished it to).  As a result, Harriet—despite her supernatural prowess—instantly obeyed, craning her neck upward as Nikki+Cindy lifted her; their lips locked passionately, and they began to explore one another's mouths.  Without hesitation, Cindy+Nikki began to drain Harriet's power, which flowed like river whose dam had been detonated, cascading into Nikki+Cindy without restraint.

The fused goddess's muscles, height, intelligence, beauty, and x-factor all grew proportionately as Harriet's dwindled away.  12 feet of stature gave way to 13, which bowed down to 14...  100+ inch arms soon ballooned up to 125+ inch arms and continued to grow, further defying reality itself.

And of course, as Nikki's draining power had been catapulted far beyond its initial capabilities, she now began to steal Harriet's talents as well.  First came learning; which was quite useless at this point.  Next came healing – also useless; same as the ability to gain knowledge through touch (though the goddess would later abstractly touch the 'internet' itself, and download the total sum of its knowledge).  Last was telepathy, with which Cindy+Nikki scanned and instantly downloaded every last drop of knowledge left in Harriet's diminished mind—which was truthfully a redundant task in the wake of the theft.

Harriet had returned to her original size at the start of the saga; worse actually, the spiteful goddess left her even frailer and weaker – a state so pathetic that she would need help merely walking up the stairs.

At last Guy Guy emerged.  Nikki+Cindy looked at him and laughed.  Why did she care about such a fool in the first place?  Ah... right, that.

"Hmmmmm, no.  No reality warping."  The goddess decided.  A white flash filled the space around them for a brief moment, and after it passed, no being in that universe possessed a shred of knowledge pertaining such arts.  "All beings on this planet will serve me.  They will all obey us, and if they fail to, their might—as scant as it might be—will be assimilated." 

Harriet lay passed out on the ground; the fused goddess's words failed to penetrate her consciousness.  But that didn't matter, Cindy+Nikki had said what she wanted to.

"There.  You happy yet?"  The being said, directly to those reading this.  "Ridiculous super muscles, infinite power, and pure chaos!  Can we get some hype up in here?!" 

That, dear reader, is up to you.

[magnusmagneto]

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The Superior Sister
by MagnusMagneto
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[Forewarning:  this one has some somewhat risqué / boundary pushing content – if that's not your jam, no problem, just check out something else!]

[The concept is fairly simple:  basically a young man – currently set at 20 or so and attending community college (so he has to live at home), has to deal with his sister, who is 5-6 years younger than him.  Thing is, she is genetically modified to such a vast extent that she's barely even human.

Further background:

This is set in a future where genetic modification of embryos has been patented and locked down by a massive corporation, and the means/information to do so is solely theirs.  As such, they've realized they can literally charge 1 billion+ dollars for a single designer baby.

To avoid public outrage that a tiny group of people will be able to create superior offspring, the company has yielded to public demand and only offers their services via massive lotteries.  Similar to something like the powerball today, millions of people play in hopes of having a superhuman child.  The larger the jackpot, the more upgrades the child is given.

Our main girl, Cassandra, is one such girl – although she came from the largest jackpot of any lottery ever.  As such, her potential is unreal.

In fact, her potential is so great, that she has to be literally raised in a machine/"test tube"; a human mother wouldn't be capable of carrying her to term.

The full story would likely detail Cassandra's upbringing, focusing on lots of fun things like:
- Her matching him in intelligence when she's 5 and he's 11
- Her surpassing him in intelligence when she's 6 and he's 12
- Her reaching the same height as him, and being more solidly built, when she's 7 and he's 13
- Her notably surpassing him in height, strength, and athletic ability when she's 8 and he's 14
- Him desperately trying to work out, but she continues increasing the gap further and further when she's 9 and he's 15
- Her outgrowing her father by a wide margin, and clearly leaving both of her parents behind mentally when she's 10

I am considering other shenanigans like her being elevated to the same grade as him despite the massive age gap.  This contradicts another aspect of the story I am considering however, which is that Cassandra has to lead a fairly private life.  The idea being that these designer lottery babies are often hidden from the public to avoid celebrity status, and fanatics who might try to hurt them.

This sampling takes place when she's 15 and he's 21.  At this point she's 6'6" tall, and an absolute tower of muscle; yet despite this, she has been engineered to have incredibly exaggerated feminine traits in terms of her beauty.

She operates physically and mentally on a level that he cannot even begin to comprehend. 

This slice dives right into some of the risqué stuff.  In short – he's brought his girlfriend over a few times, and she was understandably absolutely smitten with Cassandra. ]
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"How many times do I have to explain this, I didn't steal her.  She came to me, begged me, and literally worshipped me.  Theft would imply I went out of my way to acquire her.  It would imply that I desired her.  It was also imply malicious intent.  None of those are the case."

Cassandra still curling the outrageously packed barbell, her watermelon sized biceps pumping to and fro from the motion.  She managed to make her action appear absent-minded, to give her brother the impression that she was paying more attention to him than her exercise; but in truth her mind was working on multiple things – it always was.

"Cass!  How can you say there was no malicious intent when you literally slept with my girlfriend!?"

"We didn't sleep together."  Cassandra retorted.

"You know what I mean!"

"She went on at length about how I satisfied her better than any man could hope to.   I would consider that to be a net good, wouldn't you?"

"But I'm in a monogamous relationship with her!  We have an agreement to not do this stuff with other people.  And you... of all people, you!  You cheated with her!" 

"I didn't cheat.  And again, maybe you should reconsider this entire thing – reframe it."

"Reframe it!?"

Cassandra explained:  "She's happy brother.  Happier than she would have been otherwise.  I sense no indication she'll leave you.  If you like, I could contact her and make a stipulation: tell her that if she wants to be around me again, she has to stay committed to you."

"You're... you're proposing to use sex with you as collateral to make sure she stays with me!?"

"That's one way to put it."

"That's... fucked up Cass..."

"It was just a suggestion.  I prefer to view all options and possibilities before acting.  From everything I've gathered, your relationship with her is beneficial for you.  As a result, I'd like to preserve it if possible."

"Cass, that.  Jesus Christ.  What is it with you?  How can you not understand the emotional impact behind this?!"  he was nearly frothing at the mouth.

"Ah... perhaps I've been dabbling in too much nihilistic philosophy lately?  Though I doubt that's the case, I did consume virtually all of the Presocratics, Plato, Aristotle, the Stoics, and a healthy sampling of more modern philosophers first.  All while remembering to keep their historic setting in mind.  It is possible that my current moral structure is compromised.  Though, as I'm sure you can guess, I'm dubious that's the case."

He merely rubbed his temples.  His sister was so difficult to deal with – it was like having a superpowered alien for a sibling.

Cassandra continued, "Also, you should really keep quiet about all of this.  For her sake.  An extra litigious social worker, judge, or even jury might consider our act to be illegal due to my age."

"Wh-what!?"

"Ridiculous right?  I can't imagine who would possibly believe poor little [name here] could actually hope to force me into anything.  Did you know if you were to factor in explosive strength, stamina, reaction speed, reach, flexibility, and durability, I am literally at least 100 times more powerful than her?  And even that is a misnomer; if it were me versus 100 of her, with no weapons involved, I would likely still be able to handily defeat all of them – I'm quite certain she's incapable of harming me unless I allow her to.  And even if we were armed, at least with melee weapons, that might just increase my advantage even further, as the marginal utility I gain from such a tool is far greater than what she does.

Also, no offense, but by most scientific metrics, my mind is more mature than hers too.  Age is becoming an increasingly arbitrary construct in the age of genetic engineering. "

"Okay.  Alright.  I get it Cass.  You're a fuckin' superhero.  But that doesn't change the fact that you banged my girlfriend and aren't doing anything to make up for it."

"I would give you monetary compensation, but right now all of my capital is being used quite efficiently.  My margins are quite high, and my financial gains are compounding seamlessly thanks to my diverse spread of businesses.  And considering I'm only 10% through my minimum lifespan, barring a freak accident, the time value of money in this case is very, very high."

"You were thinking about paying me monetary compensation for fucking my girlfriend!?"

"Not quite.  There is no need for compensation per say.  I would just do it to make you feel better.  I still performed a net good with your girlfriend, but no harm in performing another."

His face had turned beet-red.  "CASS, THAT'S IT.  THIS HAS GONE TOO FAR-" 

He was interrupted by Cassandra closing the distance and wrapping her arms around him.  Her significantly larger size allowed her to effortlessly encompass him.  He was immediately brought to silence by the overwhelming warmth and potential energy radiating from her body.  In truth, Cassandra was the most attractive person, regardless of gender, he had ever witnessed either in person or otherwise.

She spoke, "It's fine that you enjoy my body.  You can't help it.  It's a biological response, and you have far less capability to suppress those than I do."

"Cass, no... you're my sister..."

"I'm not advocating anything that would go against your values.  I'm just asking that you breath in and allow my form to bring you peace."

"But..."

"Again... let's keep a few things in mind.  I was grown in and birthed from a vat – I am literally a test tube baby.  My genetic code is so vastly different from yours that many biologists would classify us as different species.  I suspect the only reason why that isn't commonly taught is to avoid raising worry and alienating my kind.

I am larger, warmer, stronger, faster, hardier, more traditionally beautiful, more intelligent, more fertile, have more energy, more endurance, more emotional stability, and greater drive and ambition than literally any woman you have ever met.

I also have proportionately more pleasing breasts and hips; softer skin, lips, and hair; better, actual pheromones that demonstrably work;

And as I have tried to warn you many times, despite you always doubting my claims, I am not at my peak.  I am not in my prime.  And my prime isn't going to come in my late teens or early twenties.  I have been engineered in such a way that I can continue developing for decades.  I will have the option to induce further height, breast, hip, or whatever growth as I chose – and I intend to continue doing so for as long as it's physically practical."

It was all too much to take in.   The combination of rage, guilt, and shame all combined with his senses being overloaded by Cassandra proved more than he could handle.  He promptly passed out.  She delicately scooped him into her arms, and carried him off to bed.



[Tons of ways that the story / series could develop.  It does run the risk of being too similar to many of my other stories – though the genetically modified sister angle could prove to give a lot of interesting dynamics!]

[Jaguar]

Magnus, I notice nobody has commented.  But can I toss out some ideas?  You can ignore them if you like.  Or your or somebody else them in a different story. 


Big brother is 4 years older than little sister, right?


Little sister:


a. Starts a 5 minutes every 2 hours physical training at age 1 month.  10 minutes every 3 hours at age 6 months. 


b. Starts speaking sentences age 5 months.


c. Starts reading age 10 months.


d. Starts both artistic and rhythmic gymnastics at age 2.


e. Starts grade 1 at age 3. 


f. Starts piano at age 3 and violin at age 5.


g. Starts replicating olympic gold medal artistic and rhythmic gymnastics performances at age 9. Start with 1968 and as the story goes work forward in time mentioning successive gold medalists.
en  wikipedia  org/wiki/List_of_Olympic_medalists_in_gymnastics_(women)
..., 1976 Nadia Comăneci, ..., 1984 Mary Lou Retton, ...


h. Saves her older brother from getting the crap kicked out of him by a gang of kids from the next neighbourhood when she is 8.  (Might seem more humiliating if she looks is still shorter than him.)


i. First black belt at age 9.


j. Starts university level courses at age 10.  Either by correspondence or by tutor, so classes don't slow her down.


k. Little sister could have a baby sister with regular genetics.  But baby sister has the advantage of being taught and coached by little sister.  So baby sister also becomes a genius and world-class athlete.


l. Family of one eldest brother and 4 younger sisters, all vastly superior to him in every way imaginable.

[magnusmagneto]

Hi there,

Most of the comments wound up on my DA page for this one (as tends to be the case, to be honest)

Thanks for the message though!  Those are some really cool ideas, and if (big if!) I ever do write this story, I'll probably implement a few =)