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Great work scat. I really like it. Let's see where this story goes.

On a side note, I did this thing a loooong time ago, and colored it half that time ago. I saw your strip, and I instantly remembered it.

nere it goes.

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Guys, just send DTv some new stuff, and they will renew your membership. that simple.

Adsoo. I really like your work. very creative.

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you should ask Masschine.

And.. Gov, Nice stories.

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thee are a bunch of clips at Xtreme Strenght ftp

EDIT: ftp://213.115.141.52/

Usr: xtreme

Pass: diana

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Actually, she was Spoiler before, then temporarily became the fourth Robin, then became Spoiler again, then died because of horrible writing.

That has to be the worst way to die…

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WOW. You saw that pic on LHArt. I can't believe it.

I really hope you like the color I chose.

I won't say I like the pic, because I decided to color it, not being a commision.

Nice work GM

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Alright guys, here is the rest. Hope you guys like it, and I really hope to get more feedback, now that the story is finished.

I have to warn you, there is violence up ahead, not to much, but I had to warn you anyway.

Hope you like it…

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6

Buffy walked from one corner of the room to the other. Alone, her inner most feelings came to the surface and the anxiety and nervousness could be seen on her face. As the one supposed to take care of all the events like the one at hand, she couldn’t let her friends see how worried she really was. After three days since the first encounter, everything seemed too quiet. There weren’t any news about that mysterious specimen of female beauty. Only a couple of shoplifting at dressing stores, but nothing more. She was having second thoughts about all this when the knock on the door took her out of her hypnotic state.

“Buffy…” Came Xander’s voice from the other side, slightly opening the door.

“Come in.”

“Hey, the girls are almost ready. It’ll be anytime soon. But the reason I’m here is because I have Dawn on the phone. If you want I can tell her something, but she seems a little worried.”

“It’s Ok, I’ll talk with her.”

Leaving the training quarters and entering the shop’s main room, she saw for the first time all the things the ladies had done. Drawn at the center of the room over the floor, was a pentagram, the symbol she got used to see with time.  At each tip of the pentagram, a tall, almost 6-ft. candlestick was placed. Over them, there were five candles, a foot tall and five inches wide. Strange symbols were painted all over the room on the walls, and on the roof also, were Anya was still painting. She floated from one side to the other giving the final touch here and there. Willow and Tara were standing behind the counter, wearing long tunics with their hoods folded back. Xander was sitting on the top of one of those wheeled stairs that are so common in libraries, looking around still wondering if there was something he could actually do. Reaching the counter, Buffy picked up the phone, and began a casual conversation with her sister. She tried to maintain her calmness and not show any sings that there was something wrong around there, but when Dawn mentioned that some weird things were happening in L.A., the conversation changed. As Dawn began her description, Buffy’s face expression switched to one more pleasant, and something inside her was different. With the usual advice from Buffy, and the usual complain from Dawn, Buffy hanged up the phone.

“So, How are things going down there?” asked Xander.

“Everybody is beginning to worship a statue of a woman that somebody built. The description she gave me fits perfectly with our little friend, so I think she has decided to go into action. That’s just perfect. I was starting to think that she wouldn’t do anything at all, an was just bluffing.” Answered Buffy. The anxiety building within herself.

“So, she is in L.A. then?”

“I don’t think so. Dawn never mentioned that the being was actually there physically. So, my guess is, that she is testing her powers, besides, the Hellmouth is here, and not in L.A… except for that one in Detroit” Buffy’s voice trailed off, remembering something Giles had sometime ago mentioned.

“I don’t get it, if everybody is worshipping that statue, why would she be able to talk to you, wouldn’t she be affected also?”

“Xander, remember that she is an energy source, in a human body. She is not really human. She can’t suffer anything, besides some physical pain.”

Xander was about to ask something more, when Willow entered the scene, and told that they were ready to begin the enchantment.

“Buffy, we are ready. Take your place at the center of the pentagram. As we are calling the Power Primordial, There is the possibility that it may be like the one the ancient warlocks place on the first slayer. Don’t worry about a thing, it will all be fine.”

Buffy was standing in the middle of the pentagram, eyes closed, and the three girls placed themselves about ten ft. from the symbol. Xander remained in the stair, holding tighter and tighter to the stair’s railing. The girls had the hoods on, and their faces had some more symbols painted on. The five candles were lit, and Willow began the enchantment. “MNITAE TOTHALYS LIBERATE. CAZATHIF ENZIATE RECALLIS” were the words that she pronounced, and the other witches repeated. The ladies began to repeat this sentence over and over in unison. The lights began to pulsate and a strong wind began to flow trough the shop’s air. The candles kept on shining, stronger and brighter with each passing second. Suddenly, all the lights went out, except for the candles. Out of nowhere, four lightnings interrupted the sepulchral silence, and four white spots hanged on the air. They all looked like small suns, and from each one of them come out a metal chain. The chains clasped the slayer’s extremities, and tightened leaving her hanging, like if they were trying to rip her apart. Buffy opened her eyes, and the only thing she could see where the three women floating in the middle of the darkest darkness she had ever witnessed. Their skin was as pale as snow, the eyes where folded back and had a small glow. Their lips looked like if they were painted with black rimel. As the chanting continued, they got louder and louder to a deafening point. In this precise moment a breach like, the ones that earthquakes leave in the ground, appeared in front of Buffy. The crack got wider and wider, until a skull came out of it. It looked like the skull of a vampire, with the particular facial features, the fangs and everything, but it also had what looked like the horns of a ram. The skull got close and closer and Buffy tried to scream, but found herself with out voice. She turned her face, so she wasn’t facing the approaching ram, but a fifth lightning exploded, and another chain came out of it. The chain got hold of the slayer’s face, and rotated it until the skull and Buffy’s face were facing each other again. All the chains got tighter, and the skull sped up to meet with the awaiting mouth. It crashed with Buffy’s face at full force, and it penetrated through the slayer’s mouth and went down to her chest. Buffy’s breath was becoming more spasmodic and frantic; her chest pulsed like if her racing heart was trying to come out.

Buffy was coming back to consciousness, when the chain holding her head made her look upward, as a ray of light felt over her. Then from the sky came thousands of white energy spheres, the size of cannon balls, and collided with the petite woman’s chest going through her clothing and penetrating her skin. The three witches kept on chanting, and Xander was glued to the bookcases on his back pushed there by the sheer force of the energy released. When the final sphere came down on her chest, Buffy found herself with voice again, and the loudest and deepest scream came out from her lungs. It wasn’t a scream of fear, but one of anger and wrath. The glasses of the shop and from all the buildings in a block radius shattered to pieces, followed by the sound of the sirens from the nearby cars’ alarms. The chains released her and folded back into the holes they came from. The holes banished, and slowly the lights returned to normal.

Not having the force holing him back, Xander collapsed to the stairs’ floor. The girls returned from their trance and gradually regained their senses. When everybody had returned to normal, they noticed Buffy. She was still standing in the center of the pentagram, her arms on her sides and her fists clenched. She was the same petite woman, but her body emitted a dim fluorescent glow. She opened her eyes, and the most penetrating eyes one could stand were looking all around. They shone brightly, and they seem to also glow in the dark. Her pose was somehow more confident and she emanated an aura of power that could make your knees tremble. As the four scoobs began to understand what they were witnessing, Buffy suddenly broke the unreal silence. Her voice was way deeper than before, and it showed no sign of fear.

“Everything seems to be Fine. It worked. Now I have to find that monster and destroy it.”

With that, Buffy turned and exited the shop, or what was left of it, with a powerful and steady stride. She sensed the demon’s essence, and was drawn to it inexorably. Back at the shop, four figures exchanged puzzled looks, with their chins about to hit the ground.

7

Striding confidently trough the streets, Buffy followed the scent of the demon. All her senses were enhanced to the extreme, making her hear, see and smell almost everything in the air. She could tell how many humans were surrounding her, how far they were, and she could even sense their fear. She kept on walking, instinctively turning right or left at the corners. The entire world around her was kind of blurry, except for the life forms she could sense through walls and doors. She could even feel which of the latest additions to the Sunnydale Graveyard were going to turn into vampires. A while ago, this power might have been really useful to her, but now the only thing that was in her mind, was to follow that golden glow coming from the middle of town.

As she got closer to where the energy came from, people were coming out of their houses, and a small crowd was beginning to gather. The closer she got to her destination, the bigger the crowd got, and all of them were walking to the same direction as hers. As she got closer, she began to feel a rage building up inside her. It was the same feeling she got when she was slaying demons and she let herself go, but a thousand times stronger. She kept on walking with the crowd, none of them actually noticing her presence, until she noticed that the crowd was slowing down and eventually everybody had stopped walking and stood there with blank expressions on their faces. All of them looked at the crossroad ahead. The burning inside of her was now almost painful, but she continued approaching. Less than a block away she began to notice the full picture. Almost the entire town’s population was gathered in front of her, at the town’s square. Everybody seemed to be circling a figure in the middle of the plaza and if she wanted to reach that figure, she had to start pushing some mindless zombies away. When she was ready to start crashing some heads, the crowd around her moved, leaving a pathway to the square’s center, where her destiny was waiting.

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“If somebody tells me what has just happened here, I’ll be very grateful.” Said Xander, turning to look at the girls, but they were all too shocked to answer. “Come on ladies. Is everything OK? Did we succeed? Did all go like it was supposed to? Somebody answer me. PLEASE! ”

“Now, that’s something I didn’t expect to happen.” Said Willow, completely ignoring Xander.

“Yeah, but apparently it all went just fine, and the spell was a complete success.” Replied Tara.

“And all we have to do is follow her to see if all this was worth for something.” Came Anya’s response.

The three girls began to talk about what they could remember during the process, what they felt and what they could sense, all the time, completely ignoring the fact that Xander was still standing there trying to begin to understand all that had transpired in the last hour. For Xander’s sorrow, they kept on ignoring him, and what’s worse, they had begun a small girl talk, giggling and laughing. The tension seemed to have completely vanished from the room and apparently everything was like before, peaceful and quiet. Maybe it was this relaxation the scoobs were in, that none of them noticed the countless persons that had gathered in the shop’s front door. Suddenly, they broke into the shop and after a small fight from the scoobs, the hypnotized men had tied them down, and dragged them out into the night.

Outnumbered by ten to one, the gang was guided trough town and eventually they reached the square. The crowd gathered there was amazing all of them looking directly to the square’s center. There, the scoobs could only see a bright golden glow that almost blinded them. They tried to resist their captor’s pushes, but were completely unsuccessful, and ended up in front of this incredibly powerful power source. As they were giving up any hope of survival, the crowd began to move, and leave a pathway through them, and at the end of it, a familiar shadow moved closer to them.

“I see you didn’t take my advice, slayer” came the creature’s voice.

“It ends tonight. I won’t let you destroy mankind. I have fought many battles, and stopped many Apocalyptic events, you die tonight… erm… err…”

“You can call me BLISS Chosen One. But you worry too much about these pathetic beings. See how easy I control all of them, they are not even worth the life essence they are made of.”

“I was created for the purpose of stopping creatures like you, so that’s what I’m going to do, “Bliss”. I’ve always found a way to stop goons like you, and tonight it won’t be different.”

“You mean that pathetic Vegas Magic Show you put up with your friends? I sensed it, and I can tell you it won’t make a difference. And I have also brought your friends here, so they can see first hand how futile all their efforts were, and witness the fall of their precious Hero.”   

For the first time since the transformation, Buffy felt some fear. Fear that was instantly erased by that inner rage that kept on building inside. During the entire talk, all that she could see was a glowing human figure, but now the glow had began to vanish and the female form she had met before was starting to appear. It seemed to have the same built, but on a bigger frame. The creature now stood 6’ 2’’ and was far more intimidating than before, even with her new wardrobe. Instead of the almost non-existent red suit she had on before, Bliss now had the classic rider look. Black leather boots with stilettos, skintight black leather pants, and a leather jacket that was loosing the battle with her more than ample bust. She didn’t have a shirt or a bra underneath (not that she needed one), and her nipples were clearly visible through the thick leather of the jacket.

“You are special slayer. You are the only one that can actually see me. All of these simple beings only see a golden glow, but you can actually see me the way I want to be seen. It is too sad that you have to DIE.”

“You talk too much woman. Bring it on instead. ” Replied the slayer, raising both her arms, and signaling Bliss to come closer, obviously mocking her.

Accepting the challenge, Bliss charged full force at the slayer. The battle was on.

8    

The strong steps echoed through the hard concrete floor. Bliss was getting closer and closer to Buffy. She was confident of the outcome, their previous encounter, and the fact that she was getting stronger by the minute made her feel more secure of her capabilities. “I won’t hit you so hard slayer. I don’t want to make you fly so far this time.” Said the approaching creature. “I would like that this fight lasts longer, you know. It is so boring not having a real challenge.” Pronounced the demoness, and without further notice, backhanded the slayer, swift and fast.

For the monster’s surprise, Buffy didn’t move an inch. She didn’t end up flying across town, and not even stepping back. All the impact did was to make Buffy turn her face slightly to the right. Facing bliss again, and with her head titled slightly to the right, Buffy gave the puzzled monster The Rock’s trademark eyebrow lift, and said in the most mocking way she could:

“Is that all you’ve got? I thought a godlike entity would be more powerful.”

“That little play you put with your friends seems to have worked after all.” Responded Bliss. “That’s better, ‘cos I won’t have to control my punches.”

Bliss began to deliver a storm of speeding bullets like punches, but to her panic, Buffy seemed able to block all of the ones that went to her chest and midsection, dodge the ones aiming her face, and eventually take a minor hit on her shoulders. This outcome had apparently diminished the growing rage inside the slayer, and she was beginning to enjoy this situation. An evil grin began to form on the slayer’s face, and she began to tease the monster. “Come on Bliss, you can do better than this.” or “Man, this is not even a warm-up.”, were the phrases pronounced by the slayer. Bliss anger was growing, and she kept on increasing the speed and force of the blows but with no visible results. The slayer was too much for her.

Suddenly, the slayer jabbed Bliss right in the middle of her face, and the surprised monster flew a couple of yards away, finally crashing with a tree nearby. Slowly regaining her composure, Bliss began to feel strange sensations. First she felt a wet red liquid substance falling from her lips. Then came the pain from her bruises. She had hit full force with a tree, and she was actually feeling it. But what was sorer, was her ego, because she felt like a goddess, and gods don’t bleed or get hurt. The slayer’s mocking laughs didn’t make it easier to withstand all this new sensations. Anger began to cloud the creature’s mind, and she lost all self-control she had. The power cruising through her every cell was let loose and the mindless monster charged full force at the slayer.

Buffy never really knew what hit her. One second she was looking at the creature and the next she was sliding across the grass with a shoulder nailed in her chest. Before she could react, a blow to the side of her face sent her flying a few feet away, blood dripping from her mouth. “Who is eating dirt now, bitch!?” Shouted Bliss to the fallen heroine. Trying to wipe out the webs in her head, Buffy stood up, and took a better look at her enemy. Her clothes seemed to be tighter all over her body, seams straining, and you could actually see her veins through the thick leather.  Bliss charged at Buffy again, but she was ready for the blow this time. Instead of waiting for her, the slayer charged back at the creature, and they collided in the middle of the park. Their hands were clasped above their heads, in the classic test of might. The struggle was incredible, but none of the women gave an inch to the other. This scene continued for some minutes until Bliss began to subdue the slayer. Buffy kept on trying to regain her position, and was actually winning some ground back, when suddenly a ripping sound broke the sepulchral silence. Bliss’ jacket could no longer hold the expanding flesh, and the seam in her back gave away. The cut began at the center of her back, and spread up to the neck, and down to her lower back. The seams at her forearms, which opened to give space for the growing muscles, followed this rip. Her pants had followed the entire body expansion, and were visibly torn all over. You could actually see the quads and the calves through the holes, pulsating with blood.

Unable to withstand the sheer pressure Bliss was applying, Buffy’s wrist began to twist backward almost reaching breaking point. To avoid permanent damage, Buffy raised her elbows and turned her arms. The power was so overwhelming that she was kneeling on the grass in front of this terrible monster. She was actually sinking in the mud, when a powerful kick to her side sent her face first to the floor. Recovering from the blow, holding tightly to her side, a couple of ribs broken, the sigh she had in front was shocking. Now 7 ft. tall, Bliss stood with her arms at her sides fists clenched. She was breathing heavy, and her growth didn’t seem to have stopped at all. Her forearms kept on thickening, as well as her arms.  Her biceps and triceps expanded further. Her back and shoulders widened, doubling her width in seconds. Her traps began to rise, reaching her earlobes. Her waist was impossibly narrow next to her wide shoulders and widening hips. Her quads were just huge. Big like tree trunks, but her knees remained the same size, what made her thighs and calves size more dramatic. Now bigger than the biggest heaviest heavyweight at the Ms. Olympia, one might have thought that the growth was over, but for everybody’s surprise, and specially Buffy, Bliss let out a terrible roar, and was suddenly covered in the brightest light possible. When the light disappeared, what came out was just impossible. Bliss must have reached 7‘ 5’’ at least, but what was more amazing was her body. She had achieved a size and definition only possible inside the mind of a twisted writer. Her arms were at least 30 inches unflexed and her shoulders 3 doors wide. Her waist had remained incredibly thin, and her thighs were bigger than stone columns. Her calves were as wide as her arms, giving her an amazing symmetry. Her chest was just colossal. Her pectoral muscles had reached an amazing size and definition. Striated beyond belief, they stood high in the air with a foot deep cleavage, just muscle. On top of them came two spheres of soft flesh. Her breasts were like beach balls, sitting over her pecs, and without a bit of sag. Overall, she was the biggest, hardest, strongest, being on the planet, and she would make a guy like Markus Ruhl look like a toothpick next to her.

The earth trembled when Bliss took a step. The first rows of the mindless crowd that was watching fell to the floor because of the shock wave Bliss’ footstep sent away. Buffy herself had to grab the tree she was standing next to, to avoid falling. Bliss wardrobe had vanished; tattered remains covered the surrounding areas. She now wore her former skimpy suit, but her nipples had managed to break through the material, and stood proudly out and erect.

“ I gave you the chance to save your life Slayer. You only had to leave me be that was all. But you had to play the hero, and save the day. Now look what you have done. You made me summon my true power and I’m really mad at you. You would have made an excellent soldier, but now I have to kill you. Nobody mocks me!” shouted Bliss, approaching the slayer menacingly.

“Buffy! You have to believe in you! You have the power to stop her, but you have to accept what you are! You have to accept that you are different from all of us, and embrace your true nature! That’s the only way you can stop her!” Willow shouted at her friend, before she was dragged back to her front row seat of this fight.

Buffy let out a long breath, and prepared for round two with this beast. The odds were against her, but she was the Slayer, and she had to fight ‘till the end.

A second. That’s all it took Bliss to get rid of the slayer. A swift punch to her mid-section and a hook to her jaw, and Buffy was flying away, until she was out of sight.

“That’s the last we will see of that annoying brat. I have to take care of her dull friends, and I’m ready to conquer this realm.”

9
       
One mile across town, a small dot in the bright night sky, enlarges as it descends to the ground. As the speeding meteor approaches, and the ground gets closer and closer, Buffy faithlessly accepts her fate, and prepares herself for the worst. The impact could be heard many blocks away. She first hit the outside wall of the ruined High School. Once the proud academic place if Sunnydale, now the only that was left, since the fight with the mayor, was the first three stores of the main building. She went through shattered windows and kept on crashing through walls and floors, until she finally stopped at the former library, above the Hell Mouth. Slowly standing up and regaining her senses, she wondered about the situation. There wasn’t a millimeter of her body that didn’t ache, but she was still alive. “Man, I can’t believe I survived THAT.” Wondered Buffy out loud.  Walking through the debris, she finally seated at what was left of a stair, and began to consider the situation she was in.

“ Well, that spell must have done something. After that amazing flight in space and the peculiar landing that came afterwards, there is no way I could’ve survived without that enhancement.”

Buffy spent the subsequent moments analyzing the situation, until she remembered something, “The guys.”

“I have to find a way to stop Bliss. I did with all of the other foes, so I can with this one.”  Thought Buffy, her mind starting to work.

“The spell worked, so that means I have that power. I have to finds a way to use it. I should consider what Willow said.”

Since she knew she was the Slayer, The Chosen One, she thought it was a curse, not a blessing. She might have accepted it, but deep inside, she felt it was wrong. All the pressure and the stress it generated were overwhelming, and she couldn’t take a brake. She always saw it as a job, and a very tiring job that is. Now, she had to be at peace with her feelings, accept her true nature, and she didn’t have much time. It’s not that you have a switch inside your head, and you can turn it to “accept” with your will. It always took her a lot of time and concentration to at least connect with her inner power, now she had to fully bond with it, and time was something she didn’t have. Her mind was racing, all the possibilities she could think of, always ended with her dead and the world destroyed. Panicking, she began to walk around the place, kicking away some pieces of rock that were around, redecorating the war zone like library. Fear began to fill her, and with it that anger she felt before came back. She tried to expel it, but was unsuccessful. Trying to withstand these emotions, it hit her like a blow on the face.

“I have to accept this feelings. Every time I get carried away, I’m in contact with my inner most feelings. I have to blend with them. That’s the only way.”

Thinking of all those apocalyptic possibilities, her mind begins to cloud with that rising rage. It grows larger and larger, and she begins to feel a heat forming inside of her. Letting that fire burn her, but maintaining control of her actions, she lets out a scream. Her body is surrounded by a bluish energy that quickly fades away. Her body now stands more erect and confident than ever before, a bluish aura emanating from her. Her eyes glowing like the rest of her body.

“NOW YOU ARE MINE BLISS.”

         Like a lightning, Buffy strode out of the school. The sight was completely menacing. Although she remained in her 5´ 4´´ petite frame, she was pure power. She reached the plaza in no time. The crowd remained gathered there, circling Bliss and her four friends. She couldn’t hear exactly what Bliss was saying, but it had something to do with her friends’ fate. Not bothering with the possible injuries she could cause to the involuntary minion, she kicked him full force. The poor man never had a chance, and flew through the crowd opening a path to the slayer. It collided with a tree opposite, and fell unconscious. Bliss, who was busy frightening the scoobs, was surprised by this events, and turned around to see the slayer and her glow approaching aggressively. The gang was also surprised by this sight, and could actually believe that the figure in front was their friend. Buffy jumped at Bliss incredibly fast, and before anyone could react, she was connecting her face with the post powerful punch she had ever delivered.

10

Bliss body decorated the night sky for a brief moment, before falling to the floor and sliding across the mud a few feet. Standing up and looking at her foe, she saw something different. The form she was facing was the same as moments before, but this time it had a blank hateful expression. It seemed that all her emotions were removed, and only hate filled her entire being. Angry because this pest kept on annoying her, and not wanting to be delayed any longer, Bliss charged at Buffy and delivered an incredibly strong punch that could shatter a brick wall. Buffy blocked the blow, but receded a few feet. Taking no time, she responded with a hit as powerful as Bliss’, but tit was effectively blocked. The battle was on again. Each woman delivered punches powerful enough to demolish a skyscraper, but for them were just punches. The scoobs had to move out of where they were, because the shockwaves were starting to collapse the constructions nearby, and the nearest zombies were falling down, some of them even flying a few feet away. The sight was completely surreal, a woman built like a caterpillar and a small woman that reached bellow her bust line delivering impossibly strong punches at each other, never tiring. As the fight kept on going, the defenses were falling down, and the punches began to hit directly were they were aimed. Surprisingly, none of the women was presenting bruises, cuts or marks at all. Twenty feet away, the gang was looking amazed by the sheer power these ladies were showing. As the fight continued, they began to move away from the square, and were now walking across the streets. Windows shattered, the building pieces began to fall. The fight seemed to go on forever, when suddenly Buffy found an open, and delivered five quick hard punches to Bliss’ mid-section, and three to her face, to finally deliver the fiercest uppercut to her face. The cracking sound of Bliss’ jaw breaking and her cheekbone cracking filled the air. She flew four blocks away, and crashed hard with a wall. Confidently, Buffy casually strode to where her opponent was. When she arrived, Bliss was slowly standing up, her face a bloody mess. Apparently, the fight was over, but to their shock, Bliss let out a terrible high-pitched scream, and extending her arms out, lightning bolts coming out from her fingers. The rays spread through the air, and reached a couple dozen men and women. As the lighting stroke them, it kept on spreading reaching more and more people. When the ray caught about five hundred people, they began to twist and shiver. They started to shrink, consumed by the demon. As they got thinner and thinner, they became completely pale, and when they were literally just skin and bones. They collapsed to the ground. The rays then receded back to the source, and engulfed Bliss body.

When the light dissipated, Bliss stood at least ten feet tall, and had maintained her proportions, what made her an impossible huge hulking mass of power. Before Buffy could react, she had received a blow to her stomach. The blow was so fast and hard, that you could actually see it sink inside her flesh. Bliss knuckles were actually visible from Buffy’s back, trying to split her in half. As fast as the first blow came, Bliss delivered another punch capable of destroying a small planet to Buffy’s chin. For Buffy’s dismay, Bliss didn’t let her fly away. She grabbed her head with both hands, and guided it to her rising knee. Her face hit at an incredible speed, full force with Bliss knee, and blood filled the scene. The slayer fell back her face completely unrecognizable. Bliss’ evil laugh filled the air, and she let out a load roar, performing what one may call a most muscular pose. On the ground, Buffy could hear all this, and the rage and anger within were rising, making her blood reach boiling point.  The anger inside kept on growing, the rage kept on building up. All that power made Buffy stand up. Not believing what they were seeing, everybody looked at the slayer. She was looking straight at Bliss. Her anger filled eyes could pierce through anything. She opened her mouth for the first time since her return, and with a guttural primal roar, shouted:

“NOW YOU MADE ME GET REALLY ANGRY BLISS, AND YOU WON’T LIKE ME WHEN I’M ANGRY!”

Buffy’s body began to shiver. Sweat spread all over her body. She bent forward, grabbing her belly, teeth clenched. A small tear appeared on the back of her jacket, spreading in every direction. Her blouse underneath began to tear too, following the jacket. The sleeves came next. First at the seams of the forearms, more skin was becoming visible by the second. Her arms grow at an impossible rate, testing the material’s elasticity. It could no longer hold, and it also tore open. The sound of shredding clothes filled the air. Her shoes could no longer hold her expanding feet, and ripped apart, the heels collapsing, not able to support the increasing mass of the slayer. Her tight jeans couldn’t stand the pressure any more and each leg’s seam began to rip. The rip went from her ankles, up to her butt. One could actually see her muscles expand, as the rip crept up her legs. First her calves ballooned, followed by her quads, and finally her butt rounded and expanded at the same pace as her hips widened. Abruptly, Buffy straightened, and with the strongest loudest voice possible, she let out a terrible scream. Her entire body tightened, her muscle stretching a new level of definition. Her clothes could no longer hold the strain, and were completely pulverized. Now the slayer stood in the middle of the park, naked except for her red panties, which were almost unnoticeable.

     The sight was almost impossible. The scoobs were completely shocked. Their mouths were so open that you could actually park a 16-wheeler in each one of them. Bliss’ expression was a mixture of fear and incredulity, not able to comprehend what had just happened. In front of them, stood the former 5´4´´, petite slayer, but small was something she wasn’t anymore. She might have gained an inch of two, but it was impossible to know, because she was so wide, one couldn’t tell if she was actually taller. Her feet were so small in comparison, that it was hard to believe they were holding that her entire frame. Her calves were so ludicrously huge, that she couldn’t have put her feet together if she wanted. Her quads were so impossibly big, that her knees were separated a foot and a half. Her butt was round and hard, like two halves of bowling balls, but a million times stronger. Her panties were completely lost inside that muscular valley. Her hips were wide and strong, but her waist had remained a perfect 22´. Her waist was narrow, but was as hard as her legs and hips. She had an incredibly defined 8-pack, each muscle clearly visible and striated. Her obliques could be clearly seen. From her narrow waist, her back widened and widened. Her lats so wide, her arms were at a 45º-degree angle. Her back was just huge. Her shoulders were now as big as soccer balls, striated and defined. Her traps were so big that they came in contact with her ears. Her forearms were thick and strong, her relaxed biceps were bigger than Bliss’ fully flexed. Her triceps were as big as her biceps, the typical horseshoe shape perfectly visible. Her chest was something so wide, that no metric tape could handle it. Her pecs came out from her chest at least 3 feet, striated beyond belief. On top of them were two spheres of tit flesh, big like basketballs, and impossibly firm. Her face had remained with the same innocent expression, except for her eyes that were now completely blank, and the fact that she had grown a couple of long fangs.

Bliss never knew what happened next. In a flash, Buffy was standing next to her, and had delivered a punch, full force to her. She flew twenty blocks away, crashing with every building that stood in her way. She finally crashed with the reinforced wall of Sunnydale’s bank vault, but to her dismay, the entire building collapsed over her. The pile of boulder sized rocks that was over Bliss was removed effortlessly with a single blow by the slayer. She grabbed bliss by her neck, and sung her back to the park. Bliss flew through the air, until she hit with the ground, and slided through the mud. She finally stopped a few feet away from Buffy’s friends. The slayer reached her in no time, and was now standing over her. Buffy grabbed the straps of the creature’s skimpy outfit, and spoke in the deepest and most sensuous voice imaginable.

“You will beg me to kill you.”

Releasing her left hand, but keeping the hold on her right, Buffy began to deliver a dozen of punches to Bliss’ face, each blow, harder than the previous. When pummeling Bliss’ face became boring, Buffy grabbed her by the ankles, and began to spin around. The speed increased rapidly, until they were a blur, and smoke began to form because of the friction between Buffy’s feet and the grass. Buffy released Bliss’ ankles, sending her high in the air. Bliss flew in a straight line for some seconds, until she began to decelerate, to finally stop and begin the trip down back to the ground. Back at sea level, the slayer was waiting her, arms wide open. Bliss realized she was on a collision course with the slayer, but to her surprise, instead of moving, Buffy began to inhale, an evil grin forming on her face. Buffy expanded her chest, flexing her pecs to the maximum, and eagerly waited for Bliss. The monster bounced off the slayer thick pectoral tissue, and landed next to the scoobs. Meanwhile Buffy had received the full impact of Bliss and her chest, and hadn’t moved an inch, or felt anything at all. Standing on her hands and knees, Bliss looked at the gang, but especially at Willow, who was still in shock for the resent events. Coughing blood, Bliss tried to talk, but her voice came out cut and very low.

“My time … might have … come. But mark … my … words … witch, you have … let loose … the monster that laid … within the slayer … that was the price … the first one paid … remember … what she really is…”

Willow looked at Bliss, a quizzed expression on her face. Before she could comprehend the events that had unfolded, Buffy had taken Bliss and was holding her in her arms.

“It’s useless to continue this fight, I’ll finish it once and for all.”

With that, Buffy bite Bliss on her neck. Blood began to flow out of the wound, and Buffy sucked in all, not leaving a drop. As Buffy kept on sucking, Bliss body began to shrink; returning to the size and shape of the poor woman that was that night walking through an alley. The woman had returned to her former self, but Buffy kept on sucking, until the woman was completely empty, not a bit of life force left inside her body. Buffy dropped the lifeless body, now the vampires’ facial features clearly visible on her face. She let out a passionate scream, and shouted out loud, to no one in particular:

“I CAN’T BELIEVE I DENIED ALL THIS POWER. I’M UNSTOPPABLE. NOW THERE IS NOTHING THAT CAN STAND BETWEEN ME AND THE UNIVERSE. I’M A GODDESS!!!!”

THE END (?)

[fasola]

Thank guys for your coments. I hope that half the people that saw this tread had actually read the story.

[fasola]

Wow thats a nice bit of colouring……Like the highlights done on Sheeri's hair….:)

…A lot of practice.

The background was cool, how'd you do that?
Also liked Sheeri's suit….looks like it has texture…..how'd you do that?
Oh you missed her jewels on her forehead

… some of Alien Skin plug-ins…

Oh you missed her jewels on her forehead

… Yeah. i had forgotten how shw looked like, and didn't have much time to search for references (Lazzy).

[fasola]

Took me a while, but here it is.

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