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ParticipantI came across this picture on for a protein powder on Amazon:
Attachments:ParticipantThe story is “Tabitha Obunde Super Hulk” by IBP. Maybe Steve or Terry did write this story. I found it on superwomenmania, but, I thought I saw it on deviantart at some point.
ParticipantNever mind, everyone, I found it. Thanks anyway
ParticipantThat’s it for now, I want to thank AlexG for permission to bring back his stories. I think I have his other story which I believe is called the “The Power” somewhere in my files. Also, I have a few more M/F muscle growth stories from other authors that I or someone else can add to this topic.
WOW, this was fun.
Later
ParticipantEpilogue
~~ Quo Vadis? ~~The Multiverse – Realm of Equal Opportunity Growth Potential
System Sol – Planet Earth (Alt Zero-Zero-One)
United States of America
State of Illinois – City of Chicago
Time Zone: Atomic Age – Circa 21st CENot wishing to take any chances with Chaos and Anarchy, in addition to the encasing manacle-fetter chains locking down their limbs, as per pre-established Metahuman control and containment protocols, the pair of them was being pumped full of powerful narcotics to insure their docile passivity. So far as Michael and Yolanda were concerned, they seriously doubted that the shackles, as impressive as they might appear, would be much of effective restraint should the drugs lose their potency. They had strenuously stated as much to the authorities that extreme vigilance should be applied in handling them – especially given the super recuperative-resistant physiologies involved. Beyond that, the matter was out of their hands – as it had to be for as law-abiding members of Fantastic Force, they were protective enforcers of the law and not the judges or even executioners of their would-be assailants. Secured to a pair of palettes made of solid steel and using a overhead crane, first the prostrate body of Chaos and then that of Anarchy were loaded onto the back of an US Army flatbed semi-transport.
As to where they were to be interned was something of a mystery to all concerned – but Michael and Yolanda had their own ideas. According to what they had been privately told by Yolanda’s Uncle Darius aka Number One of the OSS – a super secret ultra maximum-security prison system existed for the benefit of such outré incorrigible prisoners. One branch of it was located in Nevada – The Pit, another in Antarctica – The Freezer, although, incredibly enough, a new section was currently under construction on the Moon just north of the Sea of Showers in the Plato Crater. Just as with its terrestrial counterparts this off-world facility was also an underground complex and so secure as to be impenetrable from outside assault or inescapable from within, hence its title as The Tomb.
“Who do you suppose they are,” Katherine asked, “I mean really for real.”
“Not certain,” Yolanda mused, “but I had the distinct feeling we’ve met them before – and Chaos certainly implied as much to me that we’ve crossed swords before in the past.”
“Well Milady,” commented Daniel, “it can’t be as thine are now . . .”
“No, certainly not my good friend – and it’s no accident that they’ve been seriously enhanced as Metahumans.”
“Only nearly so, my Princess – neither of them are a match for us in one-on-one sparing match, gender-wise.”
“True, my Chieftain – she’s like a Titania rival to my She-Hulk and he’s your . . . Juggernaut foe for the wont of a better analogy with your Thor-like self. Working together they’re a highly dangerous as we found out – but I still cannot help wondering what type of process could have created them.”
“They don’t strike me as the types who would willingly cooperate – or can be intimated into doing so.”
“Hmmm, it might not be necessary – and why I asked for a blood samples to be taken from them. Hopefully, when their DNA has been thoroughly analyzed we’ll have a better idea as to metamorphic genesis of their creation – perhaps even discover their true identities after its been ran through the national identity database.”
Their conversion was interrupted by the semi-flatbed hauler firing up its diesel engines as it began to pull away from the locale – a path that presumably was headed in the direction of the interstate. In its journey to wherever it wouldn’t be traveling alone – in convoy fashion guarding the front and rear of the military transport was a bevy of escorting Humvees. As the cab of the semi-tractor passed them by Michael and Yolanda noted with interest that the driver was a woman – a rather attractive looking brunet with sharply expressive gray-green eyes. The olive-hued man seated beside her smiled good-naturedly – and as would a railroad engineer to those at a crossing gate gave them a brief wave of camaraderie in salutary acknowledgement.
“Maybe,” Michael added softly, “but I have this strange feeling that we haven’t seen the last of them.”
The End?
ParticipantScene Four
~~ A Contest of Champions ~~
Sprawled out on the tile floor amidst the wreckage of trashed store displays, crushed shelving and piles of ruined merchandise, Chaos just starting to get his mental balance back when he sensed the fact that he was no longer alone. Sluggishly he tried to make his body move – not an easy thing after having been so harshly struck down at the hands of a being that seemed more like a mythological God then just an enhanced superman.
“Or a Goddess in the case of Yolanda – damn that . . .” he softly muttered.
“There you are – I’m not finished with you just yet!” Michael stated loudly – finger pointing, his tone tinged with simmering anger.
Chaos felt himself being grappled in an unbreakable grip – and one that was forcing him upward until he was suspended off the floor. With his booted feet dangling he couldn’t help but have an intensive feeling of déjà vu – and then felt the thunderous impact of a huge fist socking him in the chin. Stumbling dazedly backwards, his 900-pound form cut open a wide swath through the store until he finally came to a stop after bursting through a cinderblock wall. Originally, he couldn’t believe that anyone could be as powerful as Michael and Yolanda were reputed to be as superbeings. He knew now from first hand experience that he had badly underestimated their true capacity – and secretly wondered if perhaps there were no limits to what they could do.
“Come on tough stuff – give me your best shot . . .” Michael said glowering at him.
Chaos instinctively knew that he shouldn’t – nevertheless, being he was who he was and out of hatred as much as in desperation he struck out at his tormentor. In response Michael parried the attempted punch – and then counter whacked him with such potency that Chaos fell to his knees in writhing agony.
“Oh really? Is that the best you can do?”
“Fuck you,” Chaos spat back, “give me a moment and I’ll show you what I’ve got.”
“Not a chance,” Michael wolfishly grinned, “not that you ever had one with me . . . I have no rival, no man can be my equal.”
And so quoting the rock group Queen – he proceeded to prove it to him.
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With only the radiant light from outside illuminating the store interior it was hard for Daniel or Katherine to discern any details – but there was no mistaking the meaning of the titanic struggle that was taking place inside. There was an almost mythological atmosphere to the spectacle as the building shuttered and the ground shook in sympathetic tempo to the violent clashing of their fists – as if a God of Thunder was vying with a Lord of Earth. Overlooking their duel was the sharp-eyed Yolanda ever ready to defend the ramparts with her oversized mace as if she was angelic guard stationed at the Gates of Heaven. Already a growing crowd of spectators was starting to materialize and in the distance, the unmistakable sounds of police sirens were building in strength. Sensibly the civilian onlookers didn’t have to be told to keep a safe distance from the epicenter of the conflict – especially not with the two of them standing in-between as a pair of Superheroic-appearing referees. At first Katherine assumed it was out of fear as much as respect of their personages or specifically in her case the Lioness aspect of her furry augmented form. However, she noted with keen interest that as those she looked closely there wasn’t fear as much as intense interest about her – even expressions of awe on some. Perhaps it was true that she need not be so shy about who and what she really was – but only time would tell if they’d accept her under less stressful circumstances. At the moment, she had more immediate concerns to focus upon and it seemed a new compatriot to share them with – a personage who was a Wizard-mage of the Realm.
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“Tho brief his greeting to us, he seemth to be a most gentlemanly individual and is proving himself to be a most fearsome paladin in battle against the enemies of this world – almost like a One-Man Army Corps.”
“I’ll say – he’s a real OMAC,” she agreed – her tail gently flicking back and forth, “but don’t count out our Yolanda, as a One-Woman Army Corp I don’t think she’s done putting in her two-cents with that oversized thug, either. And by the way I’m curious, but did you really mean it, what you said earlier?”
“Mine pardon Milady,” he smiled in pleasure, “but in so short a time we have covered so much, and yet so little . . .”
“Sorry, about me in particular – when you said I was fair looking, do you really find me attractive or were you just speaking in polite generalities while in the face of the enemy?”
“Milady,” he almost stammered, “of course I find thee comely – very much so. Thou are of a personality that is of high wisdom and is as noble and brave in heart as thine are gorgeous to behold. Moreover, as a being of loving protectiveness many who are counted among the most beautiful in all the Blessed Realm would count themselves plain should they stand in thy radiant presence at the Royal Court of The High Castle on Archonia.”
“Really – I’m humbled by your words and see from your blushing face they are most sincere.”
“No, I am the one so humbled – and honored. I never expected that when I volunteered to be assigned here that I’d also be so fortunate as to meet one such as thee . . . I can only hope it goes as well with the Lord Michael and Lady Yolanda. I admit, despite being a Wizard-mage I feel a bit nervous, even intimated – for thine are Demi-Deities, the Blessedly Chosen of He/She the Supreme One.”
“Well, you’ve certainly made a first good impression on me thus far – and I have a feeling that you’ll do just fine with them . . . just be yourself and the rest will naturally follow. Besides with me as your familiar to make the formal introductions it should be a very smooth process.”
“Mine familiar . . .” he said – appearing as much startled as intrigued in expression.
“Well,” she softly laughed with a purring lilt, “you’re a Wizard-mage – and since I’m familiar with you . . . who better then I as one whom assists a Warlock?”
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Overlooked by all concerned was that the fallen form of Anarchy was slowly beginning to stir – her body moving slightly as if it was testing the state and degree of her immobilization. Such an encumbrance as was the surrounding concrete encasement was hardly much of a challenge – and gradually as her cognizance exponentially rose into intelligent awareness she started to apply appropriate force against it. The immediate area about her flexing body began to shift – and then radiating fissures appeared that swiftly turned to splintering cracks. Suddenly one limb and then the other burst free – and then inch by inch her six-foot nine body began to push out of its place of interment. The facial expression was one of triumphant satisfaction – a cast that swift turned to evil delight at seeing that her antagonists had turned their backs on her believing she was neutralized.
“Oh do please keep thinking that way – you pricks,” she thought with a murderous glare.
Free and unfettered Anarchy was marching straight towards the one she considered centrally responsible for her humiliation – and planned to take great pleasure in making a bloody mess out of Katana.
“And then as a last act I’ll strip that pretty pelt from your body . . .”
With the path of her vengeance mentally laid out in her mind she confidently closed the distance to the target of her negative affection. Strangely, they seemed to be blithely unaware of her despite the close proximity between them. Now practically on top of the unsuspecting pair she knew she’s there’d be no room for error – they had to be both taken down simultaneously – and flexing her body rushed in for the kill.
However, just short of the prize she found herself running into an invisible force field – the thumping sound of which alerted Daniel and Katherine to her presence as if she had set off tripwire. Pivoting about they saw that Anarchy was indeed once again on her feet – if but looking a tad disheveled in the clothing department. Her body, however, was uninjured in appearance – and was enthusiastically proving it by pounding away at the barrier with her powerful fists. At once Daniel went into action – and with a wave of his hand began to apply reinforcement spells to the preexisting incantation. Magic was not just an application of words and phrases that accessed natural principles that effected the very fabric of the Multiverse – that was only a part of the philosophy. True sorcery, as he had briefly explained to Katherine, was an expression of one’s own inner will to make things as you wish, rather then as they are – and tempered with wisdom it was hoped such was ever used for the betterment of all Humankind.
“I don’t know how you’re doing it – but it won’t work against me!”
Her right fist thudded against the invisible barrier – a booming noise – and again it harmlessly bounced off. Again she repeated the process of socking away and with each blow, the degree of strength being applied by Anarchy was sharply escalating in scale – as was her building rage.
“I won’t let thou hurt her . . . ever!” Daniel stated flatly – with cold determination.
The effort of maintaining it was starting to show on his face and Katherine could see that it was draining him – perhaps dangerously so. She knew that his journey to Earth had taxed him greatly – and he’d yet had sufficient time to recover his full potential. On impulse, she put out her palm to him – her expression one of willing assistance, almost pleadingly. With a brief smile and a nod of approval he took her taloned hand in his own – and at once, the barrier strengthened exponentially in resilience. Never had she felt the like – it was as if her body was plugged into a circuit as a source of power – a resource that was slowly flowing out of her and into the magically generated defense. Fortunately for them, they received a reprieve from having to test the limits of such a dangerous venture – one that came in the form of Chaos violently slamming into Anarchy at full tilt. A bolt of lightning striking couldn’t have done more to end their wrathful intentions on this day – in a single stroke, the pair of them were rendered comatose by their tête-à-tête kayo.
“See,” Katherine quipped, “I told you Yolanda wasn’t done with him or her for that matter – for a non-cat person she’s has a wicked backhand when it comes to a game of badminton.”
To be concluded . . .
ParticipantScene Three
~~ By the Force of Arms Alone ~~
Once she had knocked him to the ground, Yolanda made it her business never to let up for an instant by continually buffeting her larger foe through a combination of fast footed darting and well placed blows. Closely matched in their degrees of overall superstrength, her central advantage was that the behemoth-sized Chaos was no where skilled in rough and tumble as she was from past encounters with other super powered menaces. Neither did he have the physio-mental discipline that she possessed as a Warrioress – both from long hours of practice drills and from real world conditions that no simulation could prepare you for in advance. Lastly, as she knew from previous experience, when emotionally pushed to the point of enraged fury her capacity as a Demi-Goddess to tap the boundless levels of dynamic strength innately within her was awesomely terrible to behold.
Notwithstanding this, what he lacked in finesse or previous experience he more then made up in raw power – a level of superstrength that was frighteningly being augmented by his emotional state of intensive anger. Being denied a quick victory had at first only mildly irritated him – it however soon turned to frustration and then as their duel continued outright rage. Swinging with his fists and attempting to close the distance often proved to be in vain given that Yolanda refused to directly engage him in that manner. Even so, in his rampage these near misses were extremely destructive to the surrounding landscape – vehicles were crumpled up, structures had holes punched into them and the occasional street pole was snapped in half. Inevitably, it was impossible for him not to rack up a number of painful clips or cuffs; nevertheless, she refused to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging them as they continued to spare back and forth.
With Anarchy, from the moment she moved to attack Katherine it was almost as startling as it was shocking to experience given the smug assumptions that she held about her opponent. Both were of comparable levels of skill and experience – but where as she might be a shape shifting being – presumably super strong in nature – she was in no way comparable to herself. In this, she was right – if only in area of brute strength. Dexterous and as quick as she was, in no way did it compare to the feline hyperagility of Katherine. This she proved by leaping upward and over the now lunging Anarchy in an effortless somersault – nor was she done. Using the backside of Anarchy as a bounce board she accelerated her forward momentum and softly landed at a safe distance away.
By contrast Anarchy was forced to absorb the addition energy into her own body and was pitched forcefully forward turning her lunge into a face first body slam onto the sidewalk. Swiftly rising again to her feet in a roll over and springing body thrust to the vertical once again tried to engage the other in a more traditional mode of combat. Again, Katherine declined the offer by sprinting out of the way even as the other took a swing at her. Not, however, before racking her claws across the others uniform – a process that was turning the once one piece into a ragged two piece outfit, much to the chagrin of Anarchy. She was starting to get really pissed off at this bouncy-trouncy cat-woman who seemed to be playing with her as if she was a stupid ball of yarn. In this assumption she was very wrong for there was nothing that Katherine would love better then to lay her out with a devastating kayo – as could her super powerful sister Yolanda. With a pressing strength of five tons, she might be unbelievably strong, but she wasn’t going to risk being turned into bloody mush by pitting herself against Anarchy in a slugfest that she’d surely lose. Better then to challenge her in arena that played to her strengths rather then penalized her weaknesses – superior speed and agility ever being among her greatest assets as a cat-woman. As they continued to engage – mostly with her delivering and Katherine dexterously evading – they both knew it was only a matter of time before random chance claimed the fleet-footed Katana.
Such wasn’t long in coming. In a calculated ploy as Katherine lithely dodged the direct strike coming from Anarchy, but instead the Titaness dramatically broke off and in a pivoting twist of her large body shifted into the opposite direction. The resulting impact of her thick arm unexpectedly intercepting the still in mid-air Katherine caught her completely off guard – a mental recognition of supreme error that only lasted until she slammed onto the unyielding street surface. Feeling like a Kenworth had broadsided her and painfully stunned into immobility she scarcely had time to register the fact that she was laying prostrate when a sinister shadow fell over her.
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Amidst this melee of mismatched super powered pair-offs the missing Michael might be thought dead by his foes – but those who were closest to him knew far better. Invincible and invulnerable to damage wrought by the weaponry of the Mortal world – short of a nuclear detonation there was nothing in existence that could stop him. Near the location of where he’d been removed from the playing field, a large portion of the street began to slowly fissure as if unrelenting pressure was being applied from deep below. With sudden sharp heave, a massive chunk of asphalt was casually pushed aside as he shoved himself onto the urban surface. Choosing to bore his way out had slowed him down – but to have succumbed to his heated passions by rudely thrusting the girder away might have gotten some bystanders killed.
“By the God and Goddess – it’s about time, dammit!”
He angrily thought – and spat out a wad of foul tasting grit.
With his huge body soiled with debris and clothing in shredded tatters, he looked like a disheveled God Hades emerging from his Underworld kingdom. This was sharply contrasted by the fact that he was physically untouched by the ordeal – a testament to his nearly indestructible form. However, his mind freed of one task it instantly turned to another as he took in the situation unfolding only a short distance away. What had happened was no accident – it had been an ambush of the most deadly intentions. His grin of satisfaction quickly changed into a steely-eyed expression of grim determination – and he knew what he was going to do next.
“All right – it’s time for serious pay back . . . and with heavy compounded interest.”
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“Such a pity,” Anarchy said in a taunting tone, “the little kitty cat fall and go boom. Any last requests before I put an end to you – and rip that pretty hide off your body, Cheetah?”
It was hard to think – the words of Anarchy seemed muffled somehow. She want to move but she was just too rattled to will her body to do much of anything – at least until it was too late. Being so helpless was something by nature Katherine hated whether as a young child or later still as an adult – and even more so since she had the unique soul of a Lioness-Human. Taking her unresponsive silence for a negative answer Anarchy simply shrugged her shoulders and prepared to terminate the other. However, before the towering Titaness could make good on her threat she was checked by abrupt flash of radiance – almost as if a powerful strobe light had been summarily triggered. It only took her eyes a few seconds to register the fact that from out of nowhere had materialized a newcomer – one who was a complete stranger to her.
Not only to her, but to Katherine as well – twisting about and was astonished to see that it was a man unlike any she’d ever seen before. Physically he was very tall, perhaps around six-foot seven and had a presence of majestic nobility about him like the knights of old – yet one that possessed an aura of mystical strength, too. Outfitted in an anachronistic-styled hooded cape and navy blue futuristic formfitting uniform only accented his masculine physique – a flaring skeletal musculature that was well developed in form as much as in function.
Yet, what drew her greatest attention was his face – although it was obscured by the shadowy cowl such only added contrast to the highlights of his handsome Latinesque features that were reminiscent of Antonio Banderas. Honest and forthright in continence and with set of piercing blue-gray eyes that were filled with a strong sense of compassion and determination he seemed less then a man and more like a being of high wisdom. Katherine had the distinct impression that he had been almost as surprised as they by his sudden appearance in their midst. However, at once had realized the gravity of the situation and had mentally shifted gears to her defense. Of course, one didn’t have to be an expert at reading body language – the murderous intentions of Anarchy were perfectly clear from her hostile posture.
“Halt thou villainess,” he stated in a commanding tone – if but strangely accented, “this fair Shieldmaiden is under mine protection – of this I, Daniel de la Vega, won’t warn thee twice.”
“Oh really,” Anarchy snidely retorted, “how cute – a genuine Don Quixote. Well you might be her protector – but tell me Señor hero who’s going to protect you from me?”
At this she aggressively flexed forward – and was startled into backing away when a burst of cosmic energy suddenly splattered itself against her towering frame. It wasn’t so much the force of the blow – it being a low-yield stun-bolt – but the inconceivable method by which it had been done. Materializing from out of nowhere, the pyrotechnic of Tactical Magic had shot from the fork-fingered hands of the mysterious stranger. Of who was continuing to track her in his occult-martial arts defensive stance as if he was a composite of Dr Strange and Shang-Chi – The Master of Kung Fu.
“That almost tickled – certain you don’t have something stronger to trump me, Dr Fate?”
As if from the Gods and Goddesses themselves she received her answer – summarily, mercilessly and in the form of a huge steel girder that smashed down with a resounding dull-muffed metallic thump. Just as swiftly it rebounded away from Anarchy – now neatly punched into the ground like a railroad spike and outside of some incoherent groaning was just about as lively. So stunned by the dramatic finality it took the two of them a few seconds before they could turn towards the source of their deliverance – and were awestruck by the sight. It seemed that as Arthur had extracted the sword Excalibur from the stone, just so had Michael pulled forth the girder from its concrete sheath and in his grasp had turned it into the War-hammer of a Titan.
“Well what do you know,” Michael dryly commented, “that nailed her in place.”
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Emotionally furious and lacking any discipline the towering Chaos was scarcely aware of anything going on around him other then other then his obsession for the one he hated most – Valkyrie. Increasingly frustrated as she obstinately continued to snipe away – swooping in and then just as swiftly would dart away. Sometimes he’d land a grazing retaliatory cuff, more often before he could deliver the full force of his ham-handed blow. By contrast, her thunderous blows were agonizing to experience – her sharp edged tongue as to his style, pose and the degree of his character – or the lack thereof – was far worse. Despite his obvious superiority – or as he believe it to be so, she was definitely proving herself to be his physiological better by drawing upon reserves of strength and stamina that were beyond his own – all of which chaffed at his ego driven male pride.
This was just as she had intended – a fighting style that would permit survival and keep him off balance until an opportunity suddenly presented itself that would finish him off.
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“Damn you,” Chaos animalistically growled, “stand still!”
“Not chance,” Yolanda chided – bouncing backwards, “I’m no fool and you’re no genius if you think that I would.”
Again he angrily lunged and swung at her – and was gracefully dodged, but not before punching him in the gut as she finished maneuvering out of the way. Gasping in pain from her force-filled wallop, he could see that she was gazing upon him with an expression of analytical disdain – or perhaps it was an air of contempt.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” he snapped.
“At the waste of so much potential – you’re a pitiful sight to behold, hardly a challenge for me.”
“Screw you . . . this isn’t over yet Valkyrie – I’m not done with you.”
“Well, I’m with you, now that I’ve tested your abilities – and found them wanting – but then you can always argue about it with my husband.”
“What in the Hell are you talking about – he’s . . .”
“Hey Troll face – pick on somebody your own size!” shouted a masculine voice – one that rung with the sound of impossible familiarity.
In reflex the startled Chaos bodily spun about and only had time to register the fact that a steel girder – carried lancer fashion by Michael – was ramming into him. So brutally done the pain-stunned Chaos shot helplessly through the air until a parked delivery van obstructed his trajectory – at least for the few seconds it took his body to smash past it. Only when he crashed into the façade of the adjoining storefront – and demolished it in an artillery-like explosion of shattered glass and broken masonry – did his gravity-defying flight come to a halt.
“Kaor, my Princess,” Michael declared with a broad smile, “mind if I cut in on this Polka?
“Kaor, my Chieftain,” she joyfully replied, “please do – I was getting bored with my offish dancing partner.”
“Here take this Milady,” Michael winked – and then lightly tossed her the I-beam, “and stand ready for my toss of the birdie – it should help to restore a bit o’ fun to this fray.”
“Ooohhh,” she smiled wryly – and easily caught multi-ton object, “I love the way you think Milord . . . game, set and match.”
So saying he then proceeded to march towards the shattered building and disappeared from sight as he entering the vast blackness that lay beyond.
To be continued?
ParticipantScene Two
~~ To Lay Down the Gauntlet ~~“Nooooooo!” Yolanda screamed from the soul, a deep-throated bellow of agony, as if she could by force of will commanded it to be otherwise.
“Oh my God and Goddess . . . no!” Katherine gasped – a heart-wrenching moan that had the power to break one’s heart if heard.
Leaving the stunned Katherine behind, Yolanda had just starting to run forward when she was intercepted in mid-stride. Not in same violent manner as had struck down the light of her life, but in the form of impossibly huge man who’d arced in from high above her. In a crushing football tackle the two of them smashed into the sidewalk in an explosion of dust – and continued in its thunderous reverberation as they rolled one over the other into the street. Animalistically cursing and fighting along the way they were giving one another as much pummeling punishment from their fists and the rest of their two bodies as was the slamming force from their physical propulsion over the gray-blackish asphalt. Jolted from her mental paralysis in the realization that this was no tragic accident of random chance – they were under some form of assault by a force or forces unknown. So spurred by the sight of her two friends having been struck down Katherine was just about to spring into action – when in a heavy thump of booted feet she was faced by the appearance of a towering female blocking her way. The unexpected abruptness of this chestnut haired Titaness jumping down in front of her nearly startled Katherine out of her wits. As it was she instinctively reacted by leaping backwards to put some space between the two of them. The statuesque super superior woman smiled as she looked downward – an evil expression of arrogance mixed with trace of superciliousness.
“Unless you want to become dead real quick . . . you’d be wise not to interfere with us.”
Katherine’s heart was already pounding and perspiration was coating her tan-brown skin – and in such a state of emotionally induced tension, she felt the first sensations of something else chaffing to be set free. As much as she desired to give in and do so, from experience and the rigid training she’d been receiving for the last several months she had learned to better control her special powers. Even so, under such stressful moments like this it was hard not to let nature take its course. For the moment, it was far better to find out what they were up against – as a normal looking female Human – then she could always proceed to phase two and counterattack. At once, she began analyzing her potential adversary just as she had been taught to do by Beamis and Sharon in strategic tactics – assessing strengths and looking for any overt weaknesses. The first impression, of course, was the woman’s size – a physique similar to that as possessed by Yolanda – albeit by her keen estimation she was about half a foot shorter. The swollen Junoesque muscularity with its double domes of femininity were erotically embossing her – what she presumed was a uniform of sorts – dark purple one-piece make from a Lycra-like material. Calf high boots and forearm length gloves completed the ski suit/skinsuit outfit – reinforced padding-patches were in evidence on the elbows and knees. Second, she was undoubtedly a Metahuman of level far above her own abilities as a Super Amazon. How much higher was still in question but she instinctive gauged her to be less then that of Yolanda else she’d be engaging her instead of leaving that task to her gigantic male companion. Looking beyond the Titaness to where they were now – somehow Yolanda had extracted herself from his grasp and was preparing to square off once more, but this time from upright standing position. Now that he was vertical the impression she had of his massiveness was only amplified – a quick estimation placed him a shade over seven and half feet tall and with a muscular hypertrophy like a thick-bodied wrestler. His associated garments matched that of his female counterpart in style as a one piece – however it was dark brown in coloring and sleeveless, presumably to allow a greater freedom of motion for his huge arms and shoulders. As a Titan-sized being he might be nearly as large as much as Michael – but again there was the instinctual impression that he was not nearly as powerful in superstrength. Nevertheless, it was plain he was on a par – or perhaps was superior – to her dear friend challenging the aggressive Ogre.
“Don’t look so concerned . . . in a few minutes it will be all over.”
Again, the mysterious Titaness had spoken in a condescending tone while she glanced at the two duelists.
Painfully surging and straining to be set free under the stressful conditions the desire to transform had been almost too much for her to bear – and that statement was the last straw. Michael and Yolanda were more then just close friends – they were family – loving and accepting her without reservation . . . just as had Robert, Sue, Jha’dur, Beamis or Sharon. Any mental restraints Katherine had over her body were summarily released at once – and most willingly.
“For we are one clan – we are family and we protect our own . . .” she thought with grim determination remembering the words of Michael and Yolanda when they met her, embracing her as their very own. As a kindred sister, long lost and newly re-found – how could she not do otherwise in kind. It would have been unthinkable, and in her view an unpardonable sin.
In a mere blink of her eyelids, her brown eyes had changed into a feline-like chartreuse – and the irises once round, were now feline-like in shape – the first outward sign that the physical transformation as a Shapeshifter was underway. This was immediately followed by a warm rush of pleasure at feeling the strengthening transition spreading throughout her growing body – one that would progressively transform her into a taller, stronger and dexterously faster lifeform. Knowing that she have need for greater freedom of movement given the amount of size she was about to gain she quietly slipped out of her windbreaker and slipped off the expense pair of Dexter tennis shoes from her feet. She could only thank the God and Goddess that she had had the wisdom to put on her super stretchable Bodyflex sports-bra – Support that flexes with your every move – or so the advertising had stated. She doubted that the manufacture had anticipated female Metahumans with increasing cup sizes in mind, but it was one of the best suggestions Yolanda had ever given her to make as a permanent part of her personal wardrobe.
“No,” Katherine said – a strange lilt in her tone, “it’s you who should be worried . . .”
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As they rolled in their somersaulting fist-a-cuffs, Yolanda was filled with enraged fury as she gave as good as she got from the tightly grappling man-mountain who seemed intent not on just defeating her – but killing her, if given the chance. This last in her mind was never in doubt – not just from the level of superstrength she was feeling from the other, but the manner in which her darling Michael had been so brutally struck down. Realizing that her own life was in peril the longer she remained in direct contact it was imperative that she break off at once and change her tactics. Timing her escape to their rolling movements with a supreme effort hit him in the one critical area that promised release regardless – a strong knee to the groin, one she hoped would castrate the bastard. Even as he gasped and contracting involuntarily in spasm loosing his grip on her body, in a twisting gymnastic maneuver she skillfully flipped off him and landed in upright posture a fair distance away. Turning about on the balls of her feet preparing take him out that he was momentarily helpless and flat out on his back she was greeted to the fact that he was already vertical – if but still feeling her blow. Either he was wearing a damnably resilient jock-cup protector and/or his powers of recuperation were as goods hers or Michael’s when it came to regeneration and resistance to physical damage even when wrought by another Metahuman.
Crouching defensively, she only had a moment to assess him more clearly, she noted with interest that her first impression of thinking of him as a man-mountain wasn’t too far from the mark. He was close to eight feet in height and very muscular in structure – however, where as Michael was masculinely symmetrical with a broad shouldered frame – by contrast this male thing was thick in the body like some hyperbuilt wrestler. Combined with his brutish facial profile only added to the impression of a super powered primitive – but created wholly from a modern genetic structure as if evolution had been pulled in both directions in one super powerful individual. Mentally calculating what she had thus far experienced – and placing into the tactical appraisal his greater height and size – she estimated he was on a par with herself or possibly was slightly superior in the normal use of superstrength. Otherwise, if he were as strong as her beloved she’d be dead by now – that she didn’t have the slightest doubt – and therefore she still had a chance to defeat him if she played her cards right. Dynamically, she might have edge if she was emotionally forced to apply it against his greater prowess – but only as a last resort if he pinned her down. Additionally, although he seemed to possess fast reflexes the ability he had was inferior to her own hyperagility – therefore rather then playing to his natural advantages, she would work against his inherit weaknesses to slowly wear him down. That she was facing in the direction of her dear friend Katherine only cemented this decision – she too was facing imminent danger from the female counterpart of this oversized brute. From what little she could tell of the other she seemed more closely akin to herself – if but shorter in stature . . . then all thoughts were ended at hearing the deep sounding voice of her opponent.
“Don’t you think its better this way Valkyrie – now that we’re playing on a more level field?”
Yolanda didn’t know what he meant – obviously, he knew her whereas she only had a strange sense of vague familiarity about him. Of course, it could be that he was only trying to psych her out as they circled about one another and jockeyed for an opening.
“Wouldn’t know – my social circle doesn’t run to that of Human turds like yourself or your girlfriend over there threatening my friend – she’d better watch out.”
“Don’t worry about her – or your friend – we’re only here for you and yours. Your damned husband – now departed, made it almost too easy . . .”
Yolanda almost lunged forward – but forcibly restrained herself. This was not a time to let her emotions or hormones dictate her actions – time latter to take satisfaction in such an indulgence.
“You bastard . . .”
“Cannot take the credit for that much as I might wish to do so. My Anarchy had the pleasure of doing it – she’s very strong I’ll have you know. Tossed that I-beam with terrific force – and since she did her dear Chaos a favor, I’m going to return it by crushing the life out of you.”
“Hmmm, Chaos and Anarchy is it? Oh I’m just so scared . . . ”
“You should be – I’m lot stronger then you.”
“Remains yet to be seen – and by the way, about my friend – she’s a very capable person as your partner is finding out . . .”
“You’ve got to be kidding . . .”
Yolanda only gestured with her eyes and Chaos unable to help himself glanced in the direction of Anarchy. Doing so he couldn’t help but look even more intently at the Lioness-like being that had emerged where only a moment before had stood a normal looking Human female. That she was attempting to attack Anarchy caused him to momentarily drop his guard – and only realized what a foolish mistake that was as he felt Yolanda’s powerful leg thrust against the solar plexus. Unable to stand against the force of her blow his massive body was sent painfully crashing downward onto the asphalt surface. Not resting on her laurels with a grim face of determination Yolanda set forth to make this bastard – and if time permitted – his murderous bitch pay dearly for attacking them all.
“You might be huge and strong, but you’re no match for one such as myself.”
“I’m much more then that Valkyrie – I’m your better in every way possible!”
“Come then,” she said – and gestured in a bring-it-on fashion with her hand, “and prove it to me . . . if you can.”
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Turning sharply back the Titaness was about to delivery a verbal rebuff – but her expression changed from contemptuous to that of amazement at what was happening. Where only a brief moment before she had been looking upon Anglo-Hispanic female what now stood staring back at her was the emerging Transgenic form of a Lioness-Human. The facial features, although predominantly Human in structure, certain areas were taking on feline traits such as the eyes, sharp eyebrows and the emergence of ears that were becoming pointed. Her monotone black brunet hair was shifting in tone and content – rapidly taking on a dark rusty radiance even as the lengthening mane continued to fill out into a majestic halo. The surface of her skin – once a natural tan-brown complexion – was shifting into a furry-velvet coat the color of tawny-tan.
Looking towards her hands, she could see that claws were materializing in place of the finely trimmed nails. The teeth were becoming more predatory in appearance – the canine cuspids were especially pointed looking as she stood leering back at her. These were only the highlights – the astonishing factor was how the whole of her tapering body was growing taller – and larger – in overall physical physique size. Hers was an athletically well built form that was steadily augmenting in form – yet it was a sculpted femusculture that was retaining a flawless symmetry as it increased in reinforced molecular-cellular mass and gained additional skeletal height. The form fitting sports-bra seemed to be maintaining parity with her broad shouldered upper body and the swelling orbs that were pushing prominently forward from her chest – soon to be DD-cup in size. The same was true of her once baggy shorts – now flexibly taut about the enlarged thighs and the twin swells of her buttock – albeit with an explosive tear in the rear where a long flickering tail had rapidly materialized.
The socks burst apart at the seams – a combination from the increasing size of her feet and the fact that her toenails – like those of her fingers were turning into claws. Apparently, they seemed to be retractable as well – pulling forth and disappearing at will as she flexed her hands. Only then did become evident that her soles of her feet were well padded with thick protection – the palms, too – but slightly thinner in character since she was a bipedal being. Nevertheless, her feline-like ability to climb up vertical inclines unaided by gloves or cables was assured by these modifications to her genetic structure. Thus done, she continued to bodily fill out for a few seconds longer – until at last she was six-foot five in height and had gained well over hundred pounds in lean weight.
Overall, as a Shapeshifter her Sizeshifting change into this Transgenic form was an incredibly gorgeous vision to behold as one that blended the best genetic aspects of Homo sapiens and Panthera leo into a single living individual. A formidable 285-pound silhouette that was as graceful and elegant as it possessed in stamina and raw power – one that was as femininely beautiful and femuscularly inclined, as it was exotically alluring. Such had been the intentions of Bureau 13 in their proposed design for the ultimate biogenetic super assassin – that is, had they been the ones in control of her metamorphosis. Instead, hers was rendered by her own free will and the supernatural assistance of the Ancient Gods and Goddesses of Aegypt.
” . . . For attacking me and my friends,” Katherine growled softly – the voice femininely deeper sounding.
“What are you?” she asked mesmerized – half hearing her own words.
“Once they tried to call me Lionna,” she snarled, “but my chosen name is Katana!”
It seemed like a moment in eternity and what brought her back again to reality was the mercurial flip-flash of those self-same talon-like claws striking out. Her uniform was shredded, but the tanned skin underneath left unmarred – a critical factor not missed by Katherine whose claws could deeply dig into casehardened steel.
“My, what nice blades you have Katana – but when I’m done your soft pelt will make a fine addition to my wardrobe.”
“Try and catch me, if you can . . .” she retorted – sharp teeth bared, the tail swooshing in nervous anticipation.
“Anarchy is the name . . . and oh I will . . . most definitely little kitty cat.”
To be continued?
ParticipantSpin-off #2… or was this #1
LASTING IMPRESSIONS
A Michael and Yolanda Adventure
A Fantasy GT/GTS/Muscle Growth Adventure Story
By Alexander Germain © 2003 – alexgermain@yahoo.com
Excerpted from “Disharmonic Orchestration” © 2003Scene One
~~ The First, Last and Best Hope ~~The Multiverse – Realm of Equal Opportunity Growth Potential
System Sol – Planet Earth (Alt Zero-Zero-One)
United States of America
State of Illinois – City of Chicago
Time Zone: Atomic Age – Circa 21st CEThey were strolling past the business area and nonchalantly entering the perimeter about a construction area for a new office building. Since it was a Sunday the site was deserted – a tableau of great work interrupted. A steel framework of riveted and welded girders and cross beams was arising just beyond the fenced off perimeter and where it dangerously could over shadowed a reinforced covered safety walk had been erected for the pedestrian traffic along the street. Like yellow dinosaurs heavy equipment – bulldozers, mobile generators, forklifts, cranes, dump trucks, loaders, shovels, semi-trailers and a few pickups – was parked amidst the lot left where had been since the end of the work day before. It was a scene of constructive commotion momentary deferred – as if at the slightest provocation the mechanized tableau would sudden spring into violent action.
“You should be proud of yourself Kathy – in so a short a time you’ve made remarkable progress in honing your baseline physique and dexterous skills into its upper genetic potential.”
“And in ever steady excess of the preset goals – without a doubt, it’s an impressive feat of compounded growth in the strength or the gymnastic-martial arts arena. Both Frank and Sharon as your instructors in covert ops have been very impressed with you – and that is high praise, indeed.”
“Well, aside from my outré abilities I can only credit it to having the two strongest superbeings on the planet as my personal training partners. You both really kick my butt just when I need it – I still cannot get over what I did yesterday on the hydraulic squat machine . . .”
“Only in part, we can only advise or encourage – no one can do it for you, in the end its all up to you to succeed or not.”
“Even so – and notwithstanding what I possess as my – ah, rather unusual genetic matrix – I’ll never be in the same league as you or Michael. Impressive as my strength level might be in comparison to normal Humans, it’s only a mere fraction in contrast to yours.”
“Nevertheless – don’t underestimate yourself. Like an Amazonian Demi-Goddess amongst mere Mortals, such a uniquely special one as yourself in the right place at the right time could make all the difference in the world.”
“Demi-Goddess – oh my no, you’re that Yolanda – I’m just tall and athletically attractive looking.”
“Really my sister, in the eyes of some you certainly are – or haven’t you been noticing the expressions of the passersby who’ve been gazing at you?”
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Admittedly, in her own right as an Amazonian individual Katherine Beaumont would have stood out as a remarkable sight of Anglo-Hispanic femininity. With mirthful brown eyes that meshed perfectly with her sharp eyebrows, fine-featured nose, high cheekbones and full lips her facial profile was beautifully complemented by a halo of brunet hair that swept about her creasing shoulders. Although of English-Irish-Welsh and Spanish-Indian ethnic ascendants, physically she was far from the diminutive Latin-female stereotype at five-foot ten in height and blessed with a 150-pound physique that was as gymnastic as it was bodybuilder in structural build. This latter was only reinforced by her long legged and limbed stance as her high breasted body moved about with a panther-like grace. The sculpted musculture pulsed with concealed strength beneath the naturally tan-brown skin as if she was ever ready to spring into action like a predatory cat. Her flaring wide-shouldered stance and toned-swollen silhouette when combined with her gorgeous appearance was akin to a fusion of Catherine Zeta-Jones and Barbara Carrera with that of Kristie Alvarado and Myriam Bustamante into a single Amazonian body.
The three of them were wearing casual street clothes – and with it being a warm early summer day they were appropriated attired in accordance to their personal tastes and demeanors as reflected by their choices in garments. However, given their outstanding statures no matter what they ended up wearing it was impossible for them not to impress despite being dressed. In the case of Michael the massive arms of his broad shouldered eight-foot four body were protruding from a masculine looking sleeveless navy blue top whereas Yolanda was femininely outfitted in a loose-fitting scoopneck halter of matching color. That she had on a Bodyflex sports-bra just beneath only enhanced the presence of her ample F-cup cleavage – yet seemed in perfect proportion when taken in perspective with the rest of her seven-foot three Junoesque form. Each of them had on short pants, but whereas his was of a military-styled hemmed khaki, hers were a provocative pair of stonewashed denim shorts that displayed the exquisite contouring of her long legs and firm buttock. Katherine was also outfitted in a black sports-bra of similar style and elastic manufacture for her athletic C-cup bust line – while her hemmed shorts were of the blue denim variety. Lastly, unlike her two friends Katherine was wearing a blue Cubs windbreaker – almost as if she was shyly trying to conceal herself from public view.
Something that was not so easily done as she was continually discovering as a part of her new existence – a feature of which was not missed by the two who’d grown to be her closest of friends.
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“I think if anyone is drawing their attention its you and Michael – as Black Knight and Valkyrie of Fantastic Force.”
“Hmmm, do I detect a bit of self consciousness about being a center of attention?”
“Sort of, I’m still not use to such – even before my change, I easily blended into the background as shorter and plainer in appearance then as I am now . . . and even more so as my true self.”
“Kathy, we know you’re sensitive about your natural talents . . .”
“Supernaturally gained, yes – but, I’d hardly call them natural.”
“Sorry, modified talents, if you prefer.”
“No, you’re right for they are natural to me – now. Yet, sometimes I wish I was more like rest of you – you don’t stand out the way I can . . .”
“Do we,” Michael softly chuckled – looking downward, “I’d be hard pressed to see it that way.”
“Well, true you do – but you’re a Titan and Titaness . . . and not just size-wise, you’re genuine Demi-Deities like out of the ancient myths – a Superhero and heroine who are revered by all – and its something that still sets me back when I think about it.”
“Even so,” Yolanda said, “if truth be know its ones like ourselves who should be envious of you – as an individual you can blend in with the rest of Humanity in a way that we can never do.”
“Would you want to – either of you, for real?”
“Mmmm,” Michael pondered, “only in occasional moments of intimate reflection, but we’ve so adjusted to what we are – it’s almost as if it’s always been this way.”
“Nor would we ever want to go back to our former existences – such is just not us anymore.”
“I didn’t mean it in that way . . .”
“It’s all right,” Yolanda said sympathetically, “we know – but you should never feel ashamed about yourself Kathy.”
“I know and please, believe me I’m not – I’m still the same person inside, even if my vessel has been changed. Just as you embraced your special powers, I’ve made the same mental transition about mine.”
“Yet you’re still self-conscious about your appearance – not that I’m saying you don’t have good reasons not to . . .”
“Yolanda,” she sighed, “it’s not that I feel like a freak – not at all, not anymore after all that’s happened, but its how others see me in my true existence, that’s what troubles me. Even my parents the first time I had to reveal myself to them – it startled them greatly, even if they had been prepared for it. Nevertheless, despite my transformation they realized it was still me, the daughter they loved and ever will love. They weren’t frightened of me – only for me.”
“My dear friend, you’re not the only one to feel so – and this we can speak of from personal experience – such will never go away even you decide to never again invoke your powers.”
“Then are you suggesting that I immerse myself in the public’s eye as . . .”
“No – I’m just stating an undeniable truth about life and what it means to be a Metahuman and a potentially a great Superheroine as a part of Fantastic Force. As your OSS recruiter and academic mentor, Dr Julia Clio Harper once told you, the choice is ever yours, to either embrace or reject it. Paralleling her advice to you, in my opinion, the day will soon come when you’ll do as you wish and be yourself as your true self – this regardless of what some few might bigotedly think about it. Moreover, you might not believe it right now, but most will accept you and some will highly admire you – even find you highly desirable . . . sexually, especially.”
“Not possible . . . as the real me – you’re joking right?”
“No I’m not – and yes they will. You’d be surprised how many people might be so carnally attracted – just look to our alien friend Jha’dur, if you need an example of where I speak if strangeness is a factor when opposites attract one another. Though her people, the Ak’kadians, originally came here as invaders, because she was so different, an almost outcast because of her all-to-too Humanistic-humanoid appearance, she found far more in common with us then them. Finally, turning on them and joining us – becoming the most loyal and trustworthy of the friends that we can call our own. She certainly doesn’t lack for interested male friends and in a similar manner, at a deeper level there are those most special ones who will be romantically interested such an exotic-looking and intelligent female as yourself. Just as in her case, it won’t be what you look like on the exterior as a Transgene, but what it reflects about your persona as an ensouled sentient within – as a genuinely loving and selflessly protective being of power.”
While she pondered these words of wisdom, Michael silently signaled to Yolanda that he was heading over towards the lineup of newspaper vending machines spread out along the fence perimeter. In the Moray household Sundays just weren’t real Sundays without the Sunday Edition of the Chicago Sun-Times with the morning coffee and self-indulgent bakery treats, especially caramel-iced pecan bow ties. Pulling forth his money clip, he was just about to insert payment into the dollar bill slot when a shadow suddenly began to cast itself over him.
Whether it was his acute sensory perception or even a flash of psychic premonition of impending danger it didn’t really matter – the results were the same. Glancing upwards Michael immediately sprung into snake-like overdrive – not to evade, but to stand and defend himself against the oncoming object – a massive I-beam that was rushing dead on top of him. With only seconds remanding Yolanda and Katherine were stunned into immobility as they watched his arms thrusting upward and body braced to receive the plunging object just as would a baseball player.
With his Demi-God levels of superstrength, he might have easily picked up such an ungainly object – treating with as little regard as would a child for a Lincoln Log. Unfortunately, its mass density when combined with the built-up energy from its force-filled acceleration and rate of remaining time-to-target more then over compensated for this factor. In an instant, Michael disappeared from sight, as his body was unceremoniously punched butt end first into the sidewalk along with an accompanying three-quarters length of the steel girder. Plunging deep into the urbanized surface, the metallic grating grinding hadn’t even ceased in its ghastly screech when it was joined an emotionally charged chorus of Humanity.
To be continued?
ParticipantChapter Twenty
As they ran down the corridor, Michael spotted Beamis waiting for them. He saw the fear in their faces and wondered what could possibly scare those two?
“What’s happening? What’s been keeping you? What going on?”
“No time for twenty questions! Run for your life!”
Startled Beamis replied, “Say what?”
Without a word Yolanda reached out and bodily tucked a very bewildered Beamis under her right arm – gently placed, but firmly held as if she was carrying the family cat. Only when they make it safely outside of the confines of the research building does she put him down – and waves for everyone to clear the area.
“Marc – blow this place!”
“You’re not fully clear!”
“Yes we are dammit – do it now!”
“Alright, you’re the boss.”
Marcus turned the switch on the demolition device.
BBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM M!
They hit the dirt just seconds before the detonation. Turning their heads back, the trio watched the combined explosives and muscle mass energy explosion. The building’s roof flew up and off in one intact piece. The four walls in turn crumbled and collapsed one after another like dominos. Then the roof came back down on top of pile and smashed into the rubble.
“If I hadn’t seen it,” said Yolanda, I wouldn’t have believe it.”
“Well, he wanted to be a big shot, didn’t he? You just helped to push him on his way.”
“Yes, I guess I did – and you haven’t introduced me to your new friends, of the military – I assume.”
“This is Colonel Frank Beamis, Office of Strategic Services.”
“We were sent down here to give Michael a small hand in this operation.”
“Pleased to meet you sir. Any friend of Michael’s is a friend of mine.”
“And this is Major Susan Wagner.”
“Same here – and please, call me Sue.”
“I will, Sue – you seem very much the Amazonian Warrioress.”
“Indeed she is – your uncle is responsible for sending them, but then he’s their boss.”
“What – but,” she said – plainly surprised, “I don’t have . . .”
“Yes, you do my love – I explain later, best for now that we were long gone from this place.”
Chapter Twenty-One
As they are heading for the main gate the radioman signaled to Beamis.
“Yes, what is it?”
“It’s our spotters at the main gate sir. We’ve got company.”
Taking the microphone Beamis said, “Hello, report.”
“Sir, the Brutopians have moved up some armor – four Centurion type battletanks. They are entering the compound now. Guess the Navy missed them. So what do you want us to do?”
“Get the Hell out of there and link up with us here – we’re moving out.”
“Yes, sir – understood.”
“Well, looks like the chain of command in Brutopia has totally broken down. They don’t know their great leader and his staff have bought the farm. So my guess is they will carry out their last given orders and try to stop our little group from reaching the airstrip.” Beamis then looks directly at Michael and Yolanda.
“We’ve got to get through that battletank group. With Sue using your Panzertot anti-tank weapon, we have enough ammunition to take out three of them. Do you two think, oh Hell I know you two can handle the fourth.”
“What do you say Yolanda? Are you up to heavy lifting?”
“Well, I never got to finish my morning workout lover, and you know how cranky I get if I don’t.”
They swiftly get into position under cover waiting the few minutes required. As Beamis and Sue figured, it did take very long. The Brutopian Centurion tanks approach their position deep inside the compound. From cover, Sue sets up the Panzertot for the trap.
“Ah, four big fat targets,” Sue said, “I will first take out the three rear ones. After I knock them off, you two big people go for the lead one. Alright?”
Michael confirmed, “Right!”
“Yes!” Yolanda agreed with a nod.
Sue looked down the sight and carefully aimed at one. Slowly she squeezed the trigger.
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWW WWWWWSSSSSSSSHHHHHH KA-BOOOOM!
The Centurion stopped cold – a burning charred mess.
“One down, two to go,” As she again aimed and fired.
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWW WWWWWSSSSSSSSHHHHHH KA-BOOOOM!
The Second one’s turret exploded due to an internal ammunition detonation and black smoke pours forth from the burning wreck of metal.
By now, the Brutopians are in a panic. The tank turrets began to swing and machine gun fire erupts wildly not knowing where the counterattack is coming from their response is in vain.
“This is the last round Sue,” said Beamis, “make it right.”
“Don’t worry Michael’s Panzertot is a sweet weapon.”
She aimed at the far tank – and fired.
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWW WWWWWSSSSSSSSHHHHHH KA-BOOOOM!
The direct hit caused the machine stop in its tracks. Flames burn brightly from the destroyed tank.
“See, she didn’t fail us.”
“Alright you two, do your stuff!” Beamis commanded.
As Yolanda bolts out, she ran up to the lead Centurion from the right side. Upon reaching the tank, she jumped up and ruined the machine gun port. Then with that done, Yolanda leapt to the ground, turned and grabbed the front edge of the tank in a death grip. Her fingers warp and bend the edge into handholds. With her powerful legs and feet dug into the ground, the tank is quickly immobilized. Michael at the same time running out from the left side and leapt up on top of the battletank. The crew thinking they are stuck gunned the tank back and forth, trying to drag Yolanda along but unable to free themselves from her hold. Michael moving forward, first gripped the 105mm barrel and as he does so, the metal squeaked under the intense pressure from his powerful body. The warping noise got even louder as he began to bend it. He slowly put a 45-degree twist in the gun making it useless. With that done he moved to the front of the turret.
“You know they are being very rude in not coming out and meeting us, could you do something about that, lover?”
“As a loyal Knight, I live only to serve Milady Yolanda. Your wish is my command.”
He then turned to face the tank turret. Squatting down he gripped the front of it. In one clean movement, he began to rise. In short order the metal deformed and squealed under his straining body. With it loose, he finished ripping off the tank turret – to the amazement of the four-man crew inside.
“Hi there boys,” Yolanda smirked, “is the lady of the house at home? It’s Avon calling.”
At this, Beamis, Sue and the others came out from cover. The OSS soldier-agents, not gently, but firmly they drag the prisoners off and tie them up. Meeting no further resistance from the Brutopians the group moved out in captured military trucks for the airfield and extraction.
Chapter Twenty-Two
At the secured De Soto airfield, the radio operator informs Beamis the Hercules transport is coming in. The US Navy F-14s and F-18s are covering the incoming plane’s flight path from possible SAMs or hand held surface-to-air missiles.
“How long?”
“They’re a couple of minutes out yet.”
Beamis takes the microphone and headset from the radioman.
“Hello, this is The Mighty Thor’s Hammer. We are ready to check out of the Hardware Store, over.”
“This is Shopping Cart, we read you over. Be about ten minutes.”
The plane makes its pass, turns and comes in for a landing. It taxis down the runway past the destroyed and burning tower, courtesy of Birch, Kurland and Boyett. Beamis informs Michael and Yolanda it will be about fifteen minutes before all is ready to board and take off. Taking Michael aside, Beamis has a conference with him. While he was being lead away, Michael noticed that Sue came over to chat again with Yolanda. The two women since he introduced them to each other seemed to have hit it off quite well, thought Michael pleased. In fact more like old friends, a pair of blonde haired Amazon Muscle Goddesses. He paused for a second. No, closer then that, almost as if the both of them were sisters despite the great difference in size between them.
“My friend, why not pop the question to her now? If I have learned anything in this life and line of work, you never know what could happen next.”
“Yes, considering all that’s happened lately your quite right Frank, I shall.”
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As the dust settles from the waiting Hercules transport as it is idling, Sue moved over to Beamis. They both watch as Michael and Yolanda relocate out of hearing. Sue observes how nervous Michael looks – as though he was afraid of something.
Sue asked, “What’s going on Beamis? He seems so tense.”
“He’s going to propose to her.”
“Oh, wow! This I got to watch.”
Several of the other OSS soldier-agents also notice how their Giant and Giantess friends are acting. A few such as Sarah Boyett, Alfred Kaiser and some of the others join Beamis and Sue to watch the event. Over by the ruined tower, another smaller group with Charles Birch and William Kurland also observe with interest.
Now safely alone, Michael nervously pulls out the battered ring box out of his battle fatigue pants pocket. In opening it a beautiful diamond engagement ring is revealed. Yolanda at first looks at him with a quizzical expression on her face seeing how tense he is – then it changes to a knowing gaze. Michael then gets on both his knees to her. Being lower in height to look up into her face is very proper he thinks – for she is his Goddess, even if he has the powers of a far greater God.
“This really isn’t what I had in mind as a place to ask you. I wanted it to be so very special for you Yolanda, for you are special to me – the one and only light of my life. But . . . will you marry me?”
She joyfully smiled looking down at him – tears forming in her eyes
“Oh my very dear, of course I shall marry you. I always have been and always will be yours, you only had to ask.”
Breaking out in a smile of ecstasy, Michael then takes the ring from the box. She looks at him with loving affection as he puts the ring on her large finger. Once done she tries to hug the air out of his lungs and kisses him at the same time. He in turn encompasses her in his large arms rises to his feet lifting her off effortlessly off the ground in joy and returns the kiss with interest.
Finally, the moment passes and both have to come up for air.“She said yes!”
Beamis and Sue laugh a bit at the tableau the pair of them made. Most of the others cheer and clap. A few shout congratulations to the couple.
“Really,” Sue chuckling, “you could have fooled me, Big Brother!”
“Of course she would lad, I never doubted it. In record time she’ll have you broken in. I know this, I’ve watched her in action for a long time.”
“Hey Beamis,” asked Yolanda, “would you be his best man?”
“Truly my Lady, it will be an honor.”
The End?
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