Black Sheep by TC2

Hey everyone, I recently completed a story which I was heavily inspired to write.  I wrote every night for five days just letting my imagination and characters dictate where the story was going without me steering the ship around.  It includes themes and styles that I never personally thought I would write about, but it was a fun adventure and I'm quite happy with the end result.

I will be posting the story in increments, if not enough people are reading it or asking for more chapters then I'm just simply going to stop posting updates in this thread and post the proofread version on my yahoo group in full for those who want to read it.

This story contains female muscle growth, a shared universe, suggestive and adult themes, and full nudity, reader discretion is advised

You probably don’t know who I am.  That’s OK though, not many people do and I don’t mind it staying that way.  After all with Jenna and Sherrie stealing all the attention there’s no way you would ever hear about me.  But I exist, and I am very real, and I’ve had my own share of adventures.  My name is Marissa Kay and my "friends" Jenna, and Sherrie don’t want you to know I exist.

Why?

Because I’m the black sheep of our little sisterhood…

Chapter 1: The Beginning Of My Story

I need to write this all down, I don’t want my life to end without some record of my actions.  Let’s start with who I am, my name is Marissa Kay, Kay is an alias last name as I don’t want you figuring out completely who I am, but Marissa IS my real name.  I’m pretty short only about 5’4” about the same as Sherrie’s height.  My hair only goes down to my shoulders and is brown, slightly reddish in color.  I have green eyes, white complexion of my European ancestry, born and raised in America though!  People tell me I have a wide butt, so I guess I have a big butt at least horizontally, I’m about… a B cup and I like to wear purple.  Purple bra, purple panties, purple shirt, and khaki pants with a black belt and sometimes black boots.  I love to smile, I love to gossip, and I enjoy writing if you couldn’t tell.  Sometimes I even like to paint my fingernails and toenails blue just for the hell of it, but they’re a pink color today.  I’m not here for pleasure though… I’m here because I want people to know who I am, and maybe who I was.

Now you may have noticed that I mentioned the legendary Jennifer Steel and the most wanted Sherrie Mahalo, now going under the name Sherrie Anne Grace.  These two women are famous for a few things, but the most important thing they are famous for is their ability to grow into gigantic, powerful women with huge rippling, bulging muscles.  We’re not talking heavy weight body builder here, we are talking about an unreal amount of muscle that cannot possibly be attained under normal circumstances.  I mention these women because they have done everything they could to keep me under the radar, to make sure my name isn’t uttered, to convince the world that I never existed.  But I am real, I am as real as the air you breathe, I am as real as the paper you touch.

You may be wondering why they don’t want you to know about me, what is so bad about Marissa Kay whom no one has heard before?  Well… I’ll tell you, and it has something to do with our twisted little sister hood.  You see, we’re all sisters; maybe not in the technical sense of same parents or the same blood, but we share the same bond.  We are genetic, mutated, FREAKS of nature!  All of us including myself have the capability to rip out of our clothes without using our hands, to bend steel without breaking a sweat, to smash through walls without feeling any pain, we are She-Titans.  Or at least, I wanted to be one; but they wanted nothing to do with me.  You see unlike Jenna or Sherrie they use their incredible gifts or anathema’s to protect and save people.  Jenna is the most in control of them all and doesn’t have to worry about turning into a mindless beast, she retains her intelligence and uses that advantage to defend the world from threats that only her mighty muscles could withstand.

Sherrie on the other hand is a girl with a serious attitude problem and has been keeping herself medicated so as to not let her inner ‘beauty’ get out of control.  She tries to control her little monster and sometimes succeeds, she basically saves people when catastrophic events are happening like earthquakes, floods, fires, etc.  Though, let her get pissed off the old fashioned way and she may be the reason for some of those disasters.

I, however, am different.  Jenna says we have a responsibility and Sherrie says it’s a curse we have to put to good use for the better of society…

– I – just like to smash things.

I embraced my so-called curse, but unlike Jenna and Sherrie who were ‘infected’ with chemical formulas and genetic modification, I was bombarded with an enormous amount of radiation.  When Reigh attacked and destroyed the city she released a few dangerous elements that were supposed to be contained inside top secret research facilities.  I sure as hell didn’t know that I was standing next to one!  When her magical blast detonated that building I thought I was dead.

Instead though I felt a change, I could feel the searing heat burning away the back of my blouse, but even though I knew it was burning my skin, I didn’t feel like it was on fire.  Instead it felt like it was absorbing more and more energy and I felt my back getting tighter and tighter, my shoulders kept on spreading further and further apart and I had no clue why!  I could feel my neck getting swollen like I was having an allergic reaction and I couldn’t feel my feet inside my shoes, I kept feeling these chunks next to my feet but I didn’t know what they were and I noticed my voice getting a bit deeper.  Not a manly deeper but it would start to boom a bit more.  It wasn’t until I opened my eyes that I realized my muscles were exploding out of my body, I was growing to enormous proportions and all that radiation was fueling me with strength and power!  But I looked in horror as my white skin started turning into a horrid grey, my hair turned black, my eyes turned red, and then I flew into an uncontrollable fury and started destroying everything in my path!

Little did I know that me turning grey would be one of TWO options.  I found out later after my size shrank back to normal that I could control my transformations.  I didn’t need rage or embarrassment to activate it, all I needed to do was will my body to grow and it would be so.  This allowed me to grow to massive size without the grey skin, black hair, and blind anger.  However, if I were to become afraid or get infuriated the grey skin would envelope me and I’d truly become a different beast.  I embraced this change to my body, I enjoyed being big, luscious, and bad ass.  I enjoyed it enough that I would sometimes change just to rip my clothes and start smashing through walls and destroying cars just for the fun of it.  If I turned grey I’d cause even MORE damage than when I was playing around.

I obviously caught the attention of Jenna, Sherrie, Melanie, and Jadie.  They thought that I could learn to control myself and be a productive member of the team, fighting to save lives and what not.  I have no problem at all with protecting innocent people and saving the world but… I wanted to be able to have some fun!  They didn’t know that when I was normal colored I was in control so they kept blaming my playful destruction of property on the animal rage.  However, even though I may have had more sex with guys in my muscled up form, and may have turned some cars into my own personal… sex toy.  When emergencies came up I rose to action and I saved a lot of people.

It wasn’t until the terrible accident that Jenna and Sherrie didn’t want to see or hear from me again.