[fbbsare2hot]

Wow. Excellent description. My rating 10/10 can't wait for the next part  ;D

[iceman75]

Yeah, good job reap, it got me totally into the story, leaves me waiting for more, I hope you really come through with some muscle and strength description soon, I think Mercy has potential to be even stronger than E, but I really won't know until you actually describe her doing some extreme feats. Here's to more stories from you soon!  😀

[fragile1]

love your stuff!  I can't wait for the next installment

[reaper0002000]

Greetings all, and thanks again for your comments. Here begins the character background I had written about earlier that I feel is necessary to explain the obsession Mercy has with muscles…

Reap

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“I was only four, and I could already do back handsprings that my sister was learning in gymnastics. She was almost ten, and she was so frustrated that her four year-old sister could do ten of them in a row, when she could barely do three. I mean, it was pretty obvious I was already stronger than she was. I could do way more pullups that she could, and when we would fight like kids do, I always ended up overpowering her – pinning her down, and making her cry my name – Mercy — before I let her up. I always beat her, and she was six years older and a whole lot bigger! She was very athletic and was pretty well built for a ten year-old girl ‘cause of the gymnastics she was doing, so she was the strongest kid in her class. But even at age four, I could beat her up bad. I could make a muscle, and it was way bigger and harder than hers… she used to get so mad! If you saw the photos of us in the pool, I have this amazing hardbody — there isn’t a picture of me in a swimsuit as a kid that doesn’t make me look like a mini-bodybuilder already. Grownups always asked me to flex and I loved how freaked they’d get when I did. I had muscles everywhere and I wanted to show them all off, veins on my biceps and legs, even chiseled abs. It was pretty weird…” Her face crimson, Mercy finally stopped for a breath. She looked like she was about to run, her eyes wild with anxiety from her revelation of abuse.  But before the man could even raise his pen to interrupt her, she raced on, her words getting faster and faster as she tried to verbally run away from the admission she’d just made.

“…but I’ve always had abs, even when I was, like, an infant – I’ve actually seen pictures and home video of me right after birth, and you can totally see the squares on my tummy! My calves and my delts are really built, too – the doctor actually makes a comment on camera that he’s never seen any baby as muscular as me. I mean, it's obviously genetic. But when my parents finally let me start doing formal gymnastics —”

“Mercy, please…” he started gently, trying to interrupt her panic-driven tirade. But Mercy kept talking, getting even and more wound up as she started to gesture. The therapist watched her, his own anxiety growing as he saw her already mindblowing musculature ripple and (Good Lord) grow as she became more and more animated. He watched in helpless fascination as veins popped up all over her ripped body, sprawling visibly beneath the straining cloth as she gesticulated, her movements and agitation pumping her already impossibly powerful physique up.

He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him at first, as the beautiful girl’s countless sinew striations danced and swelled, but the audible tearing of her clothes failing to contain her muscles confirmed his observation. His mouth felt dry as he saw absurd peaks and bulges all over her granite body become even more prominent. “Stop” he said in a tone of authority.

“— and then I started training for real, and I became even bigger and stronger! At six years old, I started outmuscling even the boys in drills. All of them – pushups, leg raises, pullups, straddles – you name it, and I could double or triple the next best kid. I could even outrun anyone else. I was so much better that they put me in boys’ elite division so I could have some competition for strength and endurance. The next thing you know, I was doing iron crosses and strength holds longer than anyone in the gym, and —“

“Stop.” he ordered more forcefully, as he watched her become more and more wild-eyed and distressed. She ignored him, plunging forward at full steam. He felt compelled to do something to interrupt her, but instead all he heard was:

“ – then I had this instructor who was also a competitive bodybuilder and he was amazed at my “power.” In gymnastics, your physique and strength is referred to as “power”.  I was only six, a little kid, but my body was so powerful that I probably outmuscled even him in proportions! It was obvious that I totally outmuscled all the boys. I mean, it wasn’t even close. Those 12 year-old boys were twice as old as I was, so their frames were bigger all around, but my muscles were actually far more developed…”

The therapist slapped Mercy. More accurately, he tried to slap her lightly on her cheek with his good hand. But before his palm and fingers could make contact, they were intercepted by the back of her right hand, moving with inhuman speed and economy of motion, blocking his therapeutic blow just inches from her face. In fact, her reflexes were so lightning fast, before he even registered that his hand had never reached its intended target, she was already staring him steadily in the eyes.

For a second, there was a unnerving, icy malice in Mercy’s deep blue eyes. But she had stopped talking, her anxiety clearly broken. Then she blinked and sighed heavily, her posture crumbling as she dropped her intercepting hand, and used it to rub her eyes. “Thanks” she uttered in a quiet whisper, before lapsing again into a discomfited silence.

…to be cont'd…

[Lupus14]

Oh man – the suspense is killing me! Marvelous!
This guy really likes to live dangerous! She just crushed his hand, he holds a file where all sort of terrible things stand about her and he attempts to slap her in the face. Not very bright for an educated man if you ask me!  ;D

[ayanamifan]

Jesus this story is just getting better and better ^_^ and yeah the suspense is killing me, too.
If she was that strong with only 6 years… how terrifyingly strong must she be now?

[stmercy2020]

Strong enough that attempting to slap her- for therapeutic reasons or otherwise- is probably not one of the better ideas the good doctor ever had… >:)

This guy really likes to live dangerous! She just crushed his hand, he holds a file where all sort of terrible things stand about her and he attempts to slap her in the face. Not very bright for an educated man if you ask me!

Y'know, I had nearly the exact same thought…

Actually, my thought kind of ran along the lines of: Hm.  I have this file describing the ways this girl has brutally killed people with her bare hands.  Whether I believe it or not, I'm not about to allow myself to be alone in a room with her.  I want SWAT team backup, preferably with a sniper on the roof half-a-mile away and a big-@$$ gun…

[iceman75]

Awesome writing reap! I thought it was going to be good, but it blew away my expectations by a great deal, man I hope to see her test her young strength against older males in a more direct fashion, if you know what I mean?!  😮

[reaper0002000]

Ya'll are absolutely correct… you wouldn't be caught dead (poor choice of words) alone with this girl, but there are a lot of docs who have this God-complex of infallibility and untouchability. And as you well know, education is not a substitute for common sense. SO as you might expect, this stupidity is going to be … heh heh heh

And Jeremy, I might have an idea what you mean, just keep reading…

Best regards,
Reap

[airnel]

awesome. really that is a great part. your descriptions so vivid

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