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That is some great work, right there. ;D

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These are all very cool. Thanks for sharing them with us! ;D

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Mmmm, nice measurements! I'm intrigued to see where this story is going. Thanks for updating, El_Roy!

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And chapter 4 is done…

IVANA – Chapter 4

Ivana excused herself and quickly went down to the basement. She found Mike lying on the floor trying as hard as he could to crawl between the dumbbells still on the floor. She went towards him. Mike, seeing this, was seized by panic. He stopped moving and instinctively folded himself into a foetal position. He thought of the delivery boy who was still there.

"I absolutely have to get his attention. I might not get another chance to put an end to this torture." Then he realised. "He's seen Ivana! He'll never get between her and me! Oh God!"

There was still no way he was going to let this godsend pass. Mike decided to lie so as not to frighten the delivery boy.

"Help! Help me! I'm trapped! I'm trapped!"

Jack, who was dying to spend time with Ivana, wasn't going to need asking twice. He went towards the staircase to help the man. Once he was downstairs, he looked around for the source of the cries for help, looking at Ivana for direction. Then he spotted Mike, who was trying vainly to stand up. He'd brought his hands to his chest and blood was running the length of his forearms. Ivana took a step backwards as Jack ran towards him.

"My God! What happened to you?"

Ivana replied before Mike had a chance to do so.

"He wanted to use my dumbbells…"

She stood behind Jack, looking her husband straight in the eyes, shaking the keys to the house. Mike stayed silent. She carried on.

"He wanted to use my dumbbells, but because he's a loser he injured himself." She came forward, looking Mike in the eyes. "You were lucky! But if you don't pay attention, it could get worse. Much worse! Do you understand?"

Mike understood what she was saying very well. She was threatening him to buy his silence. What Mike didn't know where her reasons for hiding the truth from Jack: quite simply, she wanted to make sure he didn't get scared. Very touched by the attention the young man had given her, she didn't want to lose him before really having gotten to know him. Jack noticed the state of Mike's hands and began to lecture him.

"What a daft idea! Even the two of us wouldn't be able to lift weights like these! There must be, at least – " He turned to Ivana. " – at least half a dozen! Maybe more!"

She smiled.

"Maybe more! Who knows?"

Jack and Ivana looked at each other for a moment, completely forgetting the presence of Mike, who had lost a lot of blood. He couldn't stand it any more.

"Please do something! It hurts so much!"

Jack got his mobile out immediately and moved away to call the emergency services. Ivana walked towards her husband and used the time to whisper into his ear, gently caressing his hair.

"If you say anything…"

"No, no! I'll keep quiet."

"Nobody would believe you anyway."

"I know."

As Jack interrupted his call, she kissed her husband's forehead.

"Don't worry, honey! When you wake up at the hospital, I'll be there… to… keep an eye on you!"

She stood back to let Jack come back and made the introductions.

"Mike, my ex-husband. Jack, my lover." The two men looked at each other uncomprehendingly and then looked at Ivana quizzically.

"From today… I'm going to decide everything! I'll do what I want, and if anyone gets in my way…" she smiled. "… well, I think I can change their minds. Don't you?"

Ivana clenched her fists and put them on her hips. She took in a deep breath to project her large shoulders outwards and held it. Her abs tightened, pulling her bronzed skin taut along the muscle fibres. Her waist slimmed. Her pectorals, stretched to the maximum, were covered with large networks of muscle, making her breasts bounce with the slightest movement. She asked again.

"Don't you?"

Mike and Jack stood with their jaws dropped. Ivana started to orgasm from the feeling of power that her imposing musculature gave her for the first time. Her eyes shone with pleasure. She looked from man to man, eagerly devouring any reaction they had. Both men stood, their arms loose, jaws dangling, unable to say a word.

Slowly she spread her powerful back muscles. Mike and Jack saw the muscles expand like an iron curtain, until their eyes hurt. Lost in the emptiness, they both focussed solely on Ivana's muscular body, forgetting everything else. She waited a moment, amused by the greed with which they were devouring her (because they were both looking at any and every part of her body). She was overjoyed and shivered with pleasure for a moment. Neither man noticed.

She unclenched her fists and drew her hands up her abdominals. Her fingers, tight to her stomach, were pushed up and down by each contracted muscle. This continued until she had reached the bottom of her breasts. Then, they followed the contours of her two enormous mammaries to allow her thumbs to reach the sides of her bust. There, she pushed her breasts together between her hands, pushing all the fleshy mass of her extraordinary chest upwards before the wide-eyed stares of the two men.

She clenched more and more. The more she clenched, the denser and harder her breasts got. The more she clenched, the more she saw Jack and Mike's penises rise under their clothes. That excited her more. She took an unloaded bar from the rack beside her and put it between her breasts, sliding it slowly up and down. At one point she let go of the bar, holding it in place with the power of her chest. She caressed her breasts gently, then progressively she began to plump them with her fingers, rubbing and pressing them longingly against the steel of the bar. Her breathing became more hesitant and laboured with the excitement.

Jack and Mike imagined, with delight, what it would be like to have their members held prisoner by those breasts. They could almost feel the stranglehold on their hardened sexes.

Ivana continued to massage her breasts, never once looking away from Jack. At the same time she opened her mouth and licked the bar languorously from top to bottom, then from side to side. She followed this with little rotations of her hips, still looking straight at Jack. From time to time the sucking noises she made were louder than her panting, which was getting faster. The more she saw Jack get excited, the more she pressed her tongue against the shining metal. Her wet panties were getting heavier. A trickle of liquid came through the fine white lace.

Mike saw that Ivana's blue eyes were now only for Jack. She had never looked at him with that passion, that hunger. The more Jack shook with pleasure, the brighter and shinier her eyes became. Mike became angry. The pretty blonde's stunning smile was not for him and he understood that it never would be.

Suddenly Ivana contracted her chest. Her pectorals became dense and striated. Her immense arms sprouted large veins and crushed her breasts against the bar. They started to shake, making her hardened bosom quiver under the pressure. Then the bar began to change shape with a loud metallic groan: CRIIII! Ivana's muscles shook again, forcing another creak from the bar – CRIIII! – which was definitely leaning to one side. One more shake and the bar snapped. Jack and Mike ducked immediately. Half of the bar had fallen to the ground, flattened on one side by Ivana's breasts.

CLANG! Ivana had relaxed the pressure and let the other half of the bar fall from between her devastating pectorals. The two men jumped but couldn't look away from the spectacle of the crushed steel bar, snapped in two as simply as if it were made of clay. The pieces were still rolling gently on the floor, broken by the extraordinary muscles and breasts of the young woman. Some kind of liquid was making the bar shine in the light.

At the same time Jack and Mike raised their heads. They both noticed that little droplets were forming under Ivana's panties and running the length of her thighs. Forced down certain paths because of the vast peaks and valleys of in the muscle, the drops ran down her thighs to just below her knees. From there, they fell – PLIP – one by one – PLOP – regularly – PLOP – onto the steel bar – PLIP. Jack ejaculated immediately but stayed as hard as a rock, so great was his excitement.

Mike, however, was nervous: Ivana had never stopped looking at Jack, ignoring him completely. Jealousy paralysed him. His limbs shook with rage from time to time. He had lost his erection, making his penis retreat into his pants.

Ivana started to crouch down slowly and, imitating her, the two men did the same. Still looking straight at Jack, she looked for something on the floor. She found a piece of the bar and began to stand up as slowly as she could. The two men stood up at the same speed, keeping their eyes level with Ivana's. Ivana stood up slowly, very slowly. Her flexed thighs had doubled in volume. They became more defined and hard with each second that passed. Jack and Mike, drunk on the power that Ivana was displaying, didn't feel any pain, though their muscles were getting weaker with each passing moment. Their muscles got harder and harder and harder. Presently, they were so hard that the pair couldn't move any more. Their legs wouldn't respond to their commands, but Ivana was still rising. The two men fought with all their strength, causing them to shake as Ivana rose inexorably. They collapsed one after the other, legs completely useless.

Whilst they stayed on the ground, Ivana slowly continued her movements. She savoured the intense pleasure she got from showing the power of her enormous thighs and took her time to stand up straight. Once she had sone so, she looked at the two men fight to stand up. Their legs could no longer support their weights. They fought in vain, like worms, to no effect. She smiled.

"Poor dears!"

They looked up. Ivana approached them, swinging her hips, and started to spread her legs slowly, her feet sliding on the floor and moving further and further apart. She stood on tiptoes and her calves contracted to form two enormous masses of muscle. Her quads expanded again and her legs exploded into superpowerful muscle. She continued to spread her legs gently, without any apparent effort, until she was almost doing the splits. She kept her body thirty centimetres from the floor, still on her tiptoes.

She slid the undamaged half of the steel bar into her wet sex and allowed herself to drop enough to force half of its length into her. Then, caressing the inside of her thighs all the while, she began to rise again. At that instant, she oculd have asked them to do anything and they would have agreed. Neither man could think. They were entirely subjugated, their minds torn between desire and fear. Once more Jack and Mike heard the sounds of metal fighting against Ivana's muscles: CRIIII… CRIIIII… Then Ivana roared with pleasure.

"AAAARRRRGGHHHHHHHHH!"

She violently brought her knees together and her thigh closed around the metal bar. Almost animalistically she threw her head back, sending her hair pirouetting through the air. She slid a hand between her thighs, closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide to groan loudly, removing the bar from her sex all the while. Flattened down its entire length, the dripping bar had been moulded to fit the contours of her contracted muscles. Ivana threw the piece of metal away from her without even looking at it and stood up in front of Mike and Jack, who were still crawling on the floor. In a few moments, the shy Ivana had transformed herself into a goddess of unbridled sexuality. Sensual, all-powerful, she gave off such powerful erotism that they couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything.

DING DONG!

"The ambulance crew! Finally!"

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Wow, first I have to get arrested, now I have to get sick! 😉

Thanks for this!

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Round 1… [glow=red,2,300]*FIGHT!*[/glow]

Erm… can't I just surrender? 😛

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Very, very nice. 8)

What are you going to work on next? 😉

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IVANA – Chapter 3

She hurried to climb the few steps that lead from the basement and opened the door.

"Sorry! I was in the middle of something."

The delivery boy took a step backward instantly and nearly fell over. In her haste to open the door, Ivana had forgotten to put her clothes back on. She was only wearing small lacy underwear, which exposed her massively worked-out body to the young man. She didn't seem too bothered by this. She opened the door wide and invited him in:

"Come in then! I'm not going to eat on the doorstep," she joked.

"Yes! Yes! Of course… excuse me! I don't know what I was thinking!"

Poor man! There was no point denying it: when he stepped into the house, his sex went in a good ten centimetres ahead of him! His thin trousers had given him away! Ivana, still at the door, had definitely noticed. She closed the door and smiled, laughing to herself. "Another sicko straight from the sex shop!" she thought. She pointed the way for him.

"It's the door on the right!"

The delivery boy made his way to the kitchen taking small steps because of his sex, which had taken on unusual size. His hardening penis, trapped by his trousers, drawn downwards by every step, was becoming very painful. The poor man was going redder and redder. His heart was beating quicker and quicker; he was almost unable to breathe when he got into the kitchen. The image of Ivana's body was etched into his memory and smothering him. He tried to make room in his mind to get his breath back but the image was irremovable. He stopped by the kitchen table, cornered!

"Oh God, oh God! Help me!" he thought.

His fevered mind became more tormented when he felt Ivana's presence behind him. She put a hand on his shoulder.

"Aaaargh!"

"Sorry! Did I frighten you?" she asked, surprised.

"No, no!" he replied, trembling. "I was surprised, that's all!"

Now the young man had gone very pale, his legs shaking like jelly, his arms having trouble holding the meal boxes at belt level to spare his blushes. Ivana, who had come round the table, noticed all this.

"Oh, goodness! Look how pale you are! Are you all right… ? Here, give me the boxes, I'll get them out of the way."

"Nooooo! Not the boxes!"

"Sorry?!"

"I mean… yes! Of course… the boxes! That's what I'm here for, right?"

The young man's nervousness reached its peak. He trembled, his voice became unintelligible and he began to go cross-eyed. Ivana hurried to his side, put a hand on his shoulder and ordered:

"Sit down a moment! You don't look at all well."

She put a hand behind him and sat down him forcefully. As he was not strong, he didn't resist and Ivana slid his chair under the table.

"Thank you God!" he thought, once he was sitting down. His face brightened, and a few tears, even, started to peak from the corners of his eyes. A little cheerier, he put the boxes down and gave Ivana a half-forced smile.

"Thank you, you're very kind. It's the first time that's happened to me."

"It was nothing. Just relax a moment."

"But they'll get cold!" he said, indicating the boxes.

Steam rose from the hot meals in small whirlwinds, filling the room with beautiful smells. The two celebratory meals she had ordered would be wasted. Ivana looked at them sadly: her idiot of a husband had spoiled the party. The delivery boy asked:

"You look so sad! Is there something wrong with the food?"

"No… no…"

"I'm really confused. If I spoiled your – " She interrupted him.

"No! Not at all – you're the best thing that's happened to me today!" Even before she finished her sentence the delivery boy started to get hard again. Then he got himself into more trouble:

"You too!" The words had come out too quickly. He tried to back-pedal. "Well, what I mean is… you are so beautiful that… " He stopped quickly and closed his eyes. Then, sighing, he put his head in his hands. He sank even further into the chair.

Ivana, too surprised to reply, stayed stood up looking at him. He sighed again and got up.

"I'm sorry! It would be better if I left." He looked at Ivana one last time. She had a hand over her mouth, her eyes fixed on the young man's trousers.

"My God! Is… is it me that's done that to you?"

He didn't reply, instead heading for the door. For the first time in two years Ivana felt herself beautiful, desired. The emotion stuck in her throat. She wanted to cry out for joy, but… she went after him.

"Stay! Please!"

She grabbed his shoulders and brought him toward her. She held him so close that she could feel the tip of his penis on her thighs. It didn't matter – she had to know! She looked for an answer in his eyes, but he lowered his head.

"Is it because of me…. ? Is it?"

Ivana waited many moments for a reply that never came. Without realising what she was doing, she pushed the delivery boy against the wall and lifted him thirty centimetres from the ground. He was petrified. A large tear ran the length of his cheek just before he burst into tears.

"Oh, please don't hurt me! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to… It's just that… you are so beautiful!" He sniffed a couple of times. When he began to speak, Ivana noticed what she'd done and put him down again, holding him up by the neck so that he didn't fall over. He didn't even realise.

"I've… I've often dreamed of… about…" He sniffed another couple of times. "You are the woman of my dreams… You comp – " He stopped when he saw how the young woman was looking at him. She seemed to be absolutely delighted and was looking at him very tenderly. She put her index finger on his lips to silence him and gently took his face in her hands. She angled her neck slightly, closed her eyes, and kissed him for a long time.

"Hummfff! Hummmfff! You're choking me!"

She stood back, allowing him to get his breath back. He devoured her with his eyes, taking in air in great gulps. Little by little, his breathing returned to normal. He stretched his arms and took her face so that he could kiss her in turn. However, even on the tips of his toes, he couldn't reach Ivana's lips. Instead he tried to pass his hands around her neck to bring her down to his level, but because of her enormous breasts, he was forced to hop. She smiled tenderly and put a hand under her brave knight's bottom, then, slowly but surely, she lifted him from the ground, looking into his eyes all the while. As his feet left the ground, he marvelled.

"Oh, my God!"

Their lips brushed for a moment, but she continued to hold him.

"I'm Ivana! What's your name?" He looked at her worriedly, but her huge smile reassured him immediately.

"I'm J – J – Jack!"

She lifted him up further, his back gently resting against the wall so that he didn't fall. Jack's head touched the ceiling and he was forced to lean forward. He tried as hard as he could to stop his rise with his hands.

"Hey, Ivana!" Crushed against the ceiling, he had no other choice than to throw himself to the floor. Ivana caught him immediately around the waist. She held him in the air a moment. Jack was able to notice that the young woman seemed anxious now. She looked gravely at him.

"Can the woman of your dreams… do that?"

"Yes! She can!" Ivana's eyes lit up again. She brought him up to her height, and smiled.

"Kiss me… Jack." Jack didn't kiss her. Instead, he sighed sadly. Ivana became worried instantly.

"What's wrong?"

"You…" he shook his head, "… ordered TWO meals… in the name of MIKE Hardrive…"

"Oh God! Mike!"

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NOTES

1) These characters are still not mine. They were created by Sydney Newman, C. E. Webber, Donald Wilson, Russell T. Davies and many others.

2) I understand that the David Tennant-era Doctor Who has now started on US TV – so feel free to now start imagining that it's 'his' Doctor in the story now! That's certainly how I've intended it.

4) Still no title!

5) While writing this story, I listened to the music of  Darkel (Darkel).

Doctor Who Fan Fiction – Part 3

The door in the Doctor's jail opened. The ancient alien stood to face the newcomer. It was Sophia who strode through, carrying a tiny device that put the Time Lord in mind of a remote control, though it was no bigger than a credit card. She had a satisfied smirk on her face which the Doctor instantly recognised as meaning 'trouble'. She aimed the device at a certain section of the wall behind him and pushed a button. The white tile flickered and changed into a screen, depicting Rose with perfect clarity. The Doctor frowned briefly.

Initially, the Time Lord could see nothing unusual, but it didn't take long for him to register that something was very wrong. Rose began to tremble, then shake violently. She was on her knees in what the Gallifreyan had assumed, correctly of course, was a medical laboratory. Rose looked to be in quite a lot of pain. Sophia pressed another button and the Londoner's screams rang out around the chamber. The Doctor winced as he heard them.

Rose's image began to rock from side to side, just as her pained howling intensified. It looked at a few points as if she were about to stand up – her head rose a little, but she didn't make any other moves. The Doctor padded softly to the section of wall displaying his companion's fate. He put a hand on the screen over Rose's head and lowered his own. The Londoner's most anguished yell yet echoed around the room, causing the Doctor's head to snap back up at the screen. As he looked more closely, the Time Lord began to realise what was really happening. Rose's head was rising because she was growing. The Doctor whipped around.

"What's happening to her?" he growled. Sophia smiled evilly.

"Just watch," she breathed. The Doctor suppressed a shudder: Sophia seemed to be enjoying herself.

As well as growing taller, Rose was filling out her clothes. From the odd angle at which they were viewing the Londoner's fate, the Doctor could tell that her jeans were about to split open, along with the sleeves of her jacket. However, the first ripping noises came from lower down: the 19-year-old's feet burst through her trainers, one toe at a time, causing her to cry out in an odd mixture of pain and relief. The soles blew off and flapped a few feet away across the floor. Then rips started to appear all over her clothes, a cacophony of splitting seams and tearing fabric. The Doctor tilted his head to get a better look. Once the Time Lord had made sense of the images, he took a pace backwards, his jaw going slack. Rose's body was filling out with muscle.

The tears elongated as Rose grew out in all three dimensions. Thick thighs, growing glutes and colossal calves destroyed the denim. Devastating delts, terrific triceps and bulging biceps split her sleeves. Powering pectorals, billowing breasts and leering lats burst through the body of her jacket. Even her hair lengthened. Rose's outfit fell to bits around her crouching form like a bizarre fabric confetti. Only her black G-string and matching bra remained, though the Londoner's bloating bosom had long since left its restraining cups. Her widening chest was left to slug it out with the garment, which would have been pinching painfully had Rose been able to register it amidst the colossal hurt she was undergoing because of the transformation. The Doctor was just thankful that the angle at which he was viewing events prevented him from seeing anything he would be embarrassed about later. The Gallifreyan risked a brief glance at Sophia. Her eyes were aflame. He shuddered involuntarily and turned back to the screen.

Free of most impediment, Rose's growth accelerated wildly. When the last strip of fabric had fluttered to the ground, the 19-year-old had the sort of body that would place well in a modern-day female body-building contest. As the Doctor looked on, helpless, she passed the size of the top-ranking male bodybuilder of all time on Earth. As her back and, presumably, chest widened dramatically, Rose's bra finally gave up and, with a snap, fluttered to the floor to join the clothing cull. Only her thin panties remained, rapidly disappearing as her tush filled with strong, powerful muscle.

Slowly, the thing that Rose was becoming stood up, one bulging leg braced on the floor, causing cracks to appear in the tiles through the pressure its unbelievable thickness was exerting. Powerful muscles uncoiled, pumping like pistons, and powered the superwoman upright, growing and expanding all the while. Past seven feet in height, as wide as a desk, stronger than steel, huge muscles in sharp relief on her beyond inhuman body. Rose slowly raised her gigantic fists to the ceiling, all the enormous strength in her arms swelling into greater prominence with the motion, and roared herself hoarse. A couple of fittings fell from the walls.

Sophia shuddered in disgusting ecstasy at Rose's evident agony. The Doctor shut his eyes and fought the tears. Sophia approached, getting as close as possible to the shimmering bars of the Time Lord's prison.

"Don't close your eyes now," she purred. "We're reaching the final act." Horrified of what she might mean, the Doctor opened his eyes and fixed them on the screen. The new Rose was still growing and changing as the pair watched, though it was clear that her metamorphosis was slowing down. The sheer amount of power already packed onto Rose's Amazonian new frame was incredible: every inch of the parts of her body that the pair could see bulged with strong, bronzed muscle, from her thick neck down to her enlarged feet. They were all still growing, thrusting the Londoner to even greater heights of strength.

Seconds later, with one almighty roar, the change ended. A very different Rose stood in the laboratory, one who was eight feet tall and with more muscle layered onto her single body than an entire football team. The Doctor and Sophia were seeing Rose from the back, but at a strange diagonal angle. Although her butt-length hair partially obscured the view, the Doctor could tell that the masses of rippling power that formed Rose's back were like a sack of footballs, widening out into shoulders the width of a car, which sported unbelievable contours of power. At the other end, Rose's glutes had ballooned into perfectly round mounds of sexy flesh, the overstretched G-string still hanging in there. They lead down into hamstrings made up of thick cords of muscle. Further down Rose was casually displaying powerfully juicy calves the size of a watermelons. The blonde's beefy delts glided smoothly into enormous, well-shaped triceps. Her forearms were like two lead pipes tied together, practically bursting with frighteningly thick vascularity. On top of this vision of female power, the curves of Rose's new breasts could quite easily be made out. They had almost grown to the size of beachballs and seemed to be floating on her brawny chest. The Doctor reasoned that his friend's vastly enlarged and engorged pectorals must be keeping them eerily in place.

The re-formed Rose was behaving like some kind of animal. She sniffed the air, adopted a semi-crouching fighting stance and slowly turned around, getting the lay of the land. As she span on the spot, the Doctor and Sophia were treated to a quick glimpse at the 19-year-old's awesome frontage. Fortunately, thick strands of hair splayed artfully out over Rose's enormous breasts, covering her areolae perfectly. Huge abdominal muscles fought for space underneath her massive mammaries, bursting to break free like cobblestones stacked on top of each other. Her tiny navel had been swallowed amongst the swells of her more-than-washboard abdomen. Rose's thick traps almost reached up to her ears. Her face had changed too: her jaw and cheekbones were much more prominent and powerful-looking. The Time Lord shuddered when he spotted that the usual glint in Rose's eyes had been completely extinguished. On the other hand, she was now in possession of the most incredible V-shaped body in recorded history: all glistening, golden-brown beef wherever you looked. The Doctor was appalled.

Behind him Sophia pushed a button on her control. On-screen, one of the walls of the laboratory slid upwards into the ceiling. It lead outside the building to an open field. The new, animalistic Rose obeyed her instincts and padded slowly, still wearing only the G-string, through the opening and into the open air. Just as swiftly, the wall slid down again and obscured the Rosiathan from view. The Doctor whirled around from the now useless screen and faced his gaoler.

"What did you do to her?" he said, through gritted teeth.

"We turned her into a man," Sophia said simply, as if it were a natural, everyday occurrence. "That is the most supreme punishment in our laws." The Doctor frowned.

"You've done what?" he said quickly.

"Turned her into a man," Sophia repeated icily. "And there was I, thinking you were intelligent," she hissed.

"Oh, I am," the Doctor admitted. "But – forgive me – Rose is still female. Abundantly female, in places," he added, after a pause. "What you have, in fact, done, is turn her into a, a, a, parody of a man." Sophia merely rolled her eyes.

"Perhaps that was our intention," she spat, through clenched teeth (itself quite a feat). "The women we punish have their IQs reduced to 35. They develop thick and ugly muscle. They become Neanderthals, good only for killing wildlife and thinking about… procreation. So we send them out into the forests to do just that, and they make of their lives what they can." She paused, drawing her face into a semi-snarl. "In fact, they think that they are guarding this city and its inhabitants from predators."

"That's barbaric," the Doctor countered.

"It has been our law for generations, and we will not change." The ancient alien sensed that he wasn't going to get anything more from Sophia. In fact, she turned on her heels and headed for the door.

"I will stop you," the Doctor called. "And I will get Rose back." Sophia favoured him by turning her head in his direction.

"From there?" she crowed. "You are imprisoned and have neither weapons nor reinforcements. Besides, the process is irreversible."

"Nonetheless," the Doctor continued. "You have been warned." Sophia issued a short "Ha!" which scuttered into the corner of the room to hide from the lips that had uttered it. With that, she left the room. The Time Lord waited a good few minutes, just standing in the place Sophia had left him, trying to digest and understand what he'd just witnessed. He kicked at motes of dust that floated nonchalantly into his cell. Eventually he looked up at the ceiling, closed his eyes for a few seconds and said "Right" to no-one in particular.

The Doctor filched the ever-trusty sonic screwdriver from inside his jacket, altered the setting on it and pointed it at the central energy bar of his prison. There was a high-pitched whine that made the Time Lord wince, but after a few seconds there was a fizz and the bar winked out. It was the work of a minute to make a gap wide enough for the alien to pass through, which he duly did. With a smile of supreme satisfaction, the Doctor walked purposefully towards the door that he had seen Sophia use. Wary of any traps, he aimed the sonic screwdriver at the doorknob. It was harmless, and unlocked. The Time Lord grasped it, opened the door, and peeked around the gap. No-one was guarding his cell, miraculously. He left the room and slipped into the shadows.

— To Be Continued —

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I should go off to bed with dreams of musclewomen dancing in my head.

It could be worse – they could be dancing on your head. 😉

Great pictures!

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