Powerfemme 4: The F***ING Sequel

The originals:

http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc7/powerfemme.htm

http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc8/powerfemme2.htm

http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc9/pf3.htm

All right, this PF4 is made up by me. I tried to reach seareaven, but no response… so I did it just to see how it fits, if it works…

Powerfemme 4: the F***ING sequel

Delilah and Eileen wouldn’t harm a fly.

But the craving… the endless hunger for power, strength. PowerFemme and UltraTigress are in top of chain-food, above the carbon-cycle… everything has an ending. They were this ending; and it was just the beginning.                 

Eileen usual targets were found on internet. Dozens of men lost their lives to relief the insatiable hunger of Eileen. Those men would go in secrecy to meet her, hiding it from everybody else: from their family, wives, girlfriends, friends. A video chat for less than a minute with Eileen would make them to give up everything to meet her, just with a flex of her unthinkable biceps. They were attracted like a moth zapper to the mansion, and their bodies were never found.

The giant amazons tried other ways besides killing people, but as muscle vampires, it was their nature. When Eileen and Delilah start to absorb someone’s lifeforce, they couldn’t stop until melting the poor men. Even Delilah with her logical chessmaster genius couldn’t handle the intoxicating desire. Of course there is regret, and they try to hold their impulses, and the more they attempted to hold it, worse was the blowback. For anyone near, not her, of course. Delilah learnt that in the hardest way:

One time, Delilah tried to relief herself sucking just a little muscle from everybody, an experience with the improved formula. In an almost empty theater, thirteen men were around with their girlfriends in loveseats. Occupying an entire loveseat for herself, Delilah waited for the lights to go down, she couldn’t hold her anxiety “just a little… nothing more…”, she couldn’t hold it after all. She let the flow enter inside her, concentrating like Buda to not mess it up… with the couple in front of her. Then six teenagers sneaked inside in theater sitting behind her, entering her lifeforce field “Oh… Shit…” said Delilah biting her lips as all they entered. Delilah saw her breasts moving up, if that was possible.

Her conservative clothes couldn’t do shit to hide her overwhelming breasts, or her 25” absurd biceps, or her unimaginable 35” legs. The teenager seated behind her couldn’t see a thing, her back was blocking the entire screen. She was the only girl alone in the theater, so they didn’t think twice of sitting behind the muscle vampire succubus; they could never guessed of how big she is. And beautiful. Her breasts were national monuments, a great deal bigger than their own heads. Those who weren’t captivated by her unthinkable muscles, were draw by her breasts alone.

Delilah nipples were pocking from her conservative attire, quite conservative besides her shiny clad klevlar black legs exposed under her tight dress. Her feet ornamented with new titanium stiletto heels that cut the theater carpet like a knife, making dents on the concrete floor. She was feeling that her clothes wouldn’t last longer, she needed to leave the theater before… “just a liiitle more” and her sleeves started to tear, giving space to the biceps as she flexed them, as a submarine coming to surface; Dalilah started to moan, attracting the already attracted teens behind her. One of them, the boldest one, even feeling the sickness, jumps to the front seat and watches closer female colossus in heat. He was feeling like his stomach being sucked from inside, but he could not stop staring at her. As she spotted him; her expression goes from bliss to menace. Feeling the sickness turning to unbearable pain, he kept looking at her breast as it pops up the first button of her jacket. Delilah was making herself more comfortable in the confined space, she puts one stiletto feet over the front seats and bends like they were cushions; he saw that giant muscular leg, bigger than him, the dark light of the theater shining its contours. Details over details, his mind couldn’t grab it all in once.

He feels the sickness kicking harder this time and all her buttons split at once, collapsing the blouse with her mutant Breasts; the faint strobe light from the screen illuminates the PowerFemme golden letters over her black Kevlar catsuit. His mind was clouded, but begun to sense the danger. He stands up to leave, but falls on the floor, PowerFemme stops the flow for a moment, she was playing a game with him, with rules created and destroyed by her. The teenager started to roll over to the floor of such pain, holding his body from the pain, as his other friends as well.

All the people in the theater could feel some degree of sickness, since the Goddess Formula was improved, PowerFemme had a secondary range now, she also could transfer the lifeforce from both sexes now. She hoped that the new formula could alleviate the hunger, but all the enhancements just made the craving higher. PowerFemme was an unstoppable black hole of muscles, no one could escape when she was tuned on by her super natural power over the ‘food’, as Eileen calls. All people in the theater had their death-warrantees when she entered the dark room.

Powerfemme focused her lifeforce field over a couple in front of her; she was feeling with her hands her breasts enlarging from the absorbed fertility of the girl, the strength from her boyfriend. It was a tiny fraction to her, less than an inch in all directions, but it was a great deal for them. In just some seconds the girl was flat, lines of aging marked her face, her youth, her beauty were all drained by PowerFemme, enhancing even more her perfection. They were weak now, beginning to shake.   

Powerfemme tore the rest of her clothes and stands up, the group of male teens behind her gasped to see how tall she really was, at least two feet taller than the tallest one of them. She sultry whisper to them “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” They were frozen by her size.

“Yes, mam” said one of them, letting the popcorns to fall over his friend, also hypnotized by the giant beauty. Silently, Powerfemme walks over the theater chairs (yes, her legs are that long) and lifts the couple by the neck, one on each hand. The physical contact with the enhanced PowerFemme was mortal. And faster than they could scream, she drained their power to breath, they morphed to a atrophied fetus, they liquefy in her hands, leaving two pieces of clothes full of goo on the floor. Powerfemme absorbed everything to the last drop. She looks down at her breasts, that took even more of her vision, she touches each nipple, harder them titanium and looks at the teenagers astonished. She brings a finger to her lips: “shhhhh” and trembling, they comply. She makes the same with every couple, silently hunting one by one. In some minutes she was half a feet taller. Her catsuit adapted to the new dimensions, she never took so many girls at so little time, so her breasts and buttocks were defying the Kevlar resistance. Now each breast was an entity by itself, their immense weight were hold by the catsuit, causing them to bounce so slowly, like she was walking on moon gravity. She loved it. It was more of her, a goddess needs giant breasts.

As she was looking at herself, the surviving teenagers tried to sneak out. With her powerful acute senses, she could see them clearly in the darkness of the theater. With her pneumatic biceps, she tore off from the floor a set of the theater chairs, eleven of them, the noise of the material splitting make the boys to stop dead to look the musclebound giantess holding something larger, if possible, than her. And she tossed it out at them. They go to the floor, but they were not the target, the exit door was. Powerfemme would never waste a snack.

In near shock, they stayed on the floor, as they see her coming down to them, walking down the stars, slowly, two steps a time, flexing each colossal leg as her pump strikes the floor.

continues?

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that’s what I wrote just for fun, but I don’t know… the original is not mine, so I don’t know how to proceed, or if I even should proceed…