[Mr. Stone]

Hello all.  Some of you may have read some of my aweful fiction over at the Xtreme Strength website under the name of Stoneyman.  Not my best, but it was for fun.  (Stay tuned for more "More Than Mortal"!)

Angel is quickly becoming a favorite of mine and I absolutely adore American Beauty aka. Tori Grant!  I emailed Angel to get some background- though, I haven't heard anymore from him- and provided just enough to get the creative process going. 

I'm not sure how long I'll darg this out, I'm thinking several parts, but who knows.  These things tend to take on a life of their own. 

The most important thing is that you enjoy it and my hope is that it will inspire artists to take part.  (Imagine what DCM, OOtree, or the like could do with this!)

So here is Part 1 of "The American Beauty"!

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      She didn't want to go.  Though she was up for retirement, she knew she could draw her career out a few more years.  Tori had been close to a promotion to general, one of the few female colonels at her young age of 42; however, family always came first above everything else.  That's how her mother had raised her and her sister.  Moreover, her little niece needed her.  Her sister, never married, and Tori being the only family left, their wasn’t much else she could do in good conscience.

      Tori stood tall, though only 5’ 7” people would swear she was taller.  Military training required her to keep fit, but she would have done it anyway.  She never felt she could be too strong or too fast.  Her athletic build, in a package of natural-blonde mane, ocean blue eyes, and proportioned feminine endowments, she was as American as apple pie.  Her parents had been kind. 

      She was the first in what wasn’t the first, or last, of the Army's social experiments.  The Iraqi war had seen many changes, inside and outside the military.  One was the insertion of female officers in combat command environments.  Of course, the others were men, and they let her know it daily.  By the tour's end, her platoon had learned to respect her greatly, however.  Tori never backed down from anything and always kept her bearing.  Though, she would say she learned from the best.  She listened to experience. 

"I just sign here?"

"Yes, Ma'am.  Press hard, three copies, and we'll fax this off to Washington.  How is Jenny doing?"

"She's hanging in there.  I don't think the death my sister has set in yet."

"I'm sorry."  The clerk frowned in concern.

"Me too.  We'll be okay, though.  Army retirement is good."  Tori picked up her packet and turned to leave.  "Thanks a bunch!  You've been wonderful.  All of you."

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"Have a good day, Aunt Tori?"

"It's much better now!"  She scooped her niece up into her arms.  "How about we go to the store and pick up some cookie dough ice cream.  We can celebrate my retirement!" 

"Yeah!"

"Go get some shoes on and we’ll head out."  Tori turned to the sitter with a couple of twenties.  "Thanks Steph.  You've been great.  Her you go."

"Hey, no problem Miss Grant.  Anytime.  Besides, you’re my hero!"  Steph blinked.

"Cute.  I'll definitely call if I need you."

Tori watched her niece descend the stairs hopping from one step to the next.  It brought memories of her little sister.  They had been 5 years apart, so while Tori was able to walk stairs, she always had to hold her sister's hand while she hopped from one to the next.  Her daughter was so much like her.  She had dirty blonde hair that Jenny insisted was kept long.  Always smiling, happy, and helpful.

"You ready, squirt?"

"Yes.”  Jenny looked up at Tori.  “I'm not a squirt, ya know.  I'm 5 years old!"

"That you are.  So that means I should be treating you like a woman, huh?  Can I call you MS. Jennifer?"

"Nah.  Jenny is fine.  That's what mommy always called me."  She looked down.  "When is mommy coming back from the hospital?"

She had been in a coma after a gunshot wound to the head.  Her silence lasted forever to Tori.  She hadn't had the courage to tell Jenny, even a week after she had passed.

"Soon, baby.  Now let's go get some ice cream."

"'Kay."

Tori shook out a couple of pain pills into her palm.  Ever since she’d gotten back from her deployment she’d been having headaches.  The doctor had told her it was stressed induced of the post-traumatic type.  He suggested that she slow down.  Retirement should have helped, but they seemed to be getting worse if anything. 

Then, there were the dreams.  She’d been having dreams that had her waking up in cold seats.  Though, they were hardly nightmarish.  She’d wake up gasping for breath, for release.  In her half lucid state she could feel her body tight and hard like she was wearing a skin that was too tight.  Lately, she had a clear enough head that she could race to her mirror naked, as she always slept.  She wanted to see what she looked like.  The tightness would always be gone, but she knew the afterglow in her own face.  Then the headaches would come.

After a few weeks she had begun writing them down.  As much as she could remember, at least.  Inside her dream world she was a monolith of power.  She was an exaggerated version of herself, amplified into a human force of nature.  She was beautiful, unstoppable, and unashamedly naked with no need, or care, for the comforts of clothes and protection.  In a rush of joy Tori would topple vast armies and shake the landscape.  Her power was effortless and graceful.  Men and women alike adored her.  In her dream world, she was a goddess.

She wrote accounts of planetary changes by her own bare hands.  There were pages containing details about her lone military conquests and their subsequent retreat.  She would use them as sex toys while in her feverish lust of power.  While awake, after the dreams faded, she imagined the wonderful things she could do.  She also imagined the terrible things.

“What’s the matter, Aunt Tori?”

“Oh, nothing.  Your Aunt Tori has a bit of a headache.  You ready to go?”

“Yeah!”

Tori and looked through the cold panel of glass separating them from their Blue Bell treat.  Tori smiled down at Jenny.

“Tori Grant!  Hey!”

She turned toward the voice.  Jason was an old high school flame, but they still talked.  It was hard not to when they socialized in the same circles.  She had no reason to be rude to him.

“Hey, Jace.  How are you?”

“I think I should be asking you that.”  A look of concern crossed his face.  “I heard about what happened.”

Tori looked nervously at her niece.  Jenny smiled back. 

“Yeah, She—“

“I heard she passed a week ago.  I’m very sorry.  My prayers go out to your family.”

Jenny blinked up at her aunt.  Tori looked down and then back at Jason.  His face relaxed into a frown.

“She didn’t know, did she?”

“No, no she didn’t.  I think you should go.”  He turned and left without another word.

“Aunt Tori, what does he mean?  What is ‘passed’?  Where’s my mommy?”

“I’m so sorry.”  Tori hugged her niece tight.  It felt like the air around them had grown cold.  “I wanted to tell you.”

“Aunt Tori, you’re scaring me.”

Her head was pounding.  The pain of both their losses sent a dagger of pain though it.  She cleared her head long enough to look Jenny in the face for the first time since her sister had died.

“She is gone, Jenny.  Your mother died a week ago.  She’s not coming back.”

“Why did you lie to me?  Mommy said never to lie!  You lied to me!  Bring her back!”

“I can’t, I—” Another blade of agony raced up her spine.  Tori spilled over onto her hands and knees.  She felt the tightness.  Her skin felt like it was going to burst.  Her jeans stretched painfully tight around her thighs.

“I hate you!  I hate you!”  Jenny screamed as she ran through the store. 

Tori heard people around her yelling.  Someone approached her.  She lashed out and they were gone.

“Oh my God.  She's getting bigger.  That’s not—“

“Shut up!”  She yelled.  The sound had been so loud in her head.  In her daze she felt the ground shake.  Muscle poured forth from her joints.  They bunched and spasmed under her tanned skin.  She contorted into another position unable to move.  She could feel her skin stretching.  It felt as if it might tear at any moment, but it held.  It felt like sandpaper shifting under her flesh.  She could feel her bones lengthening and her heart pounding in her chest.  It seemed with each thundering beat more muscle poured into her limbs.  People about her watched as her hands dug troughs into the marbled floor.  The concrete beneath being dredged out by her fingers.  Her breasts spilled out and with every deep breath she took they pressed forward.  Her spine snapped and she screamed.

“Would you look at the size of her?”

“Maybe she’s one of those bodybuilders.”

“Dude, look at her tits!”

Tori turned onto her side.  Her dreams had woken her slowly this time.  She smiled to herself and slid her thighs together. 

“Oh, that was awesome.”  She sighed.

“She say something?”

Tori opened her eyes to a tub of spilled Blue Bell ice cream.  Several of them were scattered around her opened, not opened, crushed and spilled alike.  She closed her eyes again and opened them.  This time she noticed that the top of her breast blocked some of her view of the damage around her.  She confirmed it was hers when she squeezed it.  Her fingers were just visible from the far end of her bosom.  “Are these really mine?  Did I do all this?  What’s happened?”  Her hands explored further down, though it seemed the trip took awhile.  Her stomach felt like stone and each plate twitched with every move her body made.  She got to her hands and knees.  Her breasts settled like wrecking balls into the floor; her nipples gouged troughs into the stone.  Tori sighed into the feeling.  Goosebumps raised over her skin.  Her breasts split the concrete further sending cracks across the floor of the supermarket.  Tori slowly began to slip into another reverie of her immense power.  Everyone watched as she pressed her chest into the floor to her enjoyment.  She still hadn’t noticed, or seemed to care, where she was.  She twitched.  Someone fell down.

A voice addressed her.  “Ma’am?  Are you okay?”

“I’m so much better than o-“ She paused to look around her again.

“People?”  She stopped to look at where the voice had come from.  It wasn’t a dream.  She leapt in surprise propelling herself through the high ceiling far into the open air.

“I won’t tell if you don’t?”

[Mr. Stone]

Was it that bad? 🙁

[sheila_new_shehulk]

Was it that bad? 🙁

I'm kinda a lurker, dont post to much, but i have to say i really liked your story and would love to see more.

[Mr. Stone]

I'm kinda a lurker, dont post to much, but i have to say i really liked your story and would love to see more.

And more is what you'll get!  I was just looking to see how I could make it better.

Thank you for you compliment! 

[Angel Uriel]

Sounds good, but the ending sounds like your making her very tall. I know a supermarket ceilings are about 12 to 25ft high, she's "only" 7ft tall.

[Mr. Stone]

Sounds good, but the ending sounds like your making her very tall. I know a supermarket ceilings are about 12 to 25ft high, she's "only" 7ft tall.

She jumped through it.

[Angel Uriel]

She jumped through it.

oh, ok. Keep going with the story.

[Mr. Stone]

The next part will make that clear. 😉

[rodman]

Hello Mr. Stone,
As a longtime fan of muscle fantasy fiction, I think you are off to a great start with "American Beauty" and I look forward to reading more about her adventures as soon as possible. I also look forward to the next chapter of "More Than Mortal", another great series at the Xtreme Strength website. To bad Scoundrel is not doing artwork, your character's would be perfect subjects for him. Keep up the great work. 8)

[rodman]

???Hello!
I hope I didn't drive everyone away with my post of 2 weeks ago. I look forword to reading more from Mr. Stone/Stoneyman. I hope all is well with you and that everyone had a Happy and Safe Thanksgiving. I'm also glad the Blog is back up again. I couldn't access it for a few days.
Regards to all
Rodman 8)

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