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Chapter 4: The Real Me

Now… ungh… now the real me is going to come out and play.  Ughn, Jesus… I can feel it happening.  The familiar dull aches, the tingling sensation, my heart pounding, the flow of adrenaline, the immunity to pain, the tightening of my skin.  The problem was I wasn’t turning into mega muscles Marissa, I was turning into the big, grey, mean, uncontrollable Grey She-Hulk Marissa.  I am the only one capable of changing into this form, no one else can.  I can feel it… I can feel it ever so subtle yet ever present and at certain, specific moments even pleasant.

My fingers start to lengthen, I can hear the bones popping inside as my skeleton re arranges and lengthens itself.  I don’t like turning into she-hulk as much as she-titan only for the simple fact that She-Hulk hurts a hell of a lot more.  But in this case I really don’t have much of a choice, I notice that the weight of the wooden pillar sitting on top of my back is getting lighter and lighter.  I’m still not able to move completely but I can nudge it a bit and get it to move around.

I started wiggling my toes, rubbing them close to each other and each time I rubbed them I could feel them getting bigger.  I reached over my fingers to touch my arm as I felt the pain shooting up from it, God it hurt like hell!  My fingers grazed the surface of my skin and I pressed down into the fleshy fat that was my arm, I kept my hand there so I could feel the muscle form underneath my fingers.  As the muscle underneath my skin became harder and harder I felt my biceps literally pushing my fingers upward as they expanded and grew, the large vein stretching across my growing bicep like a python.  My forearms starting to explode outwards as the once invisible muscle tone began to melt into view, rivers of veins marked the contours of my forearms like a little roadmap of pure energy, as they began thickening with powerful bars of muscle.

I could feel my legs growing and thickening, my short 5’4” stature wasn’t going to last long at all, my quadriceps started forming mounds on the sides of my legs, slowly but surely growing larger and larger.  The skin stretched and stretched beyond normal limits and as it did the amount of muscle that started to “hang off” from my legs became more and more apparent as it was almost like an umbrella covering over my knee caps.  It’s also usually the part where my pants split open but alas I wasn’t wearing any, mmm… maybe next time.  My hello kitty panties started feeling tight around my waist, I can only imagine that, that little kitty was starting to form a little crease in the middle of its face, from my you know what.

The thin spaghetti straps of my top started slowly getting pushed off my shoulders as my neck muscles started to bulge and grow to mammoth sizes, I could feel the muscles literally pulling my head upwards as the trapezius muscles form something that always reminds me of two rocky loaves of bread.  With my neck growing to such a huge size I could hear my voice getting deeper and I could feel the straps sliding down to my exploding deltoids getting stuck between where my delts, triceps, and biceps meet.  My once tiny arms were starting to swell with power and mass as it went from flabby skin to raw, tight, rock hard muscle.  They looked as though they could support the weight of mountains, and judging from how I was feeling I most certainly could.

I could feel the wooden flaming pillar moving behind me, but it wasn’t because I was moving, it was because my back muscles were growing to such an enormous size that the two hundred pound block of burning wood rolled off of my back as several groups of my muscles popped up from my back, they grew with such a force and strength that I could literally feel my entire body deform to its massive size.  I could just imagine the dark shadows being cast by my incredible muscles and God… did I love growing, the clothes ripping, the muscles, everything!  When the muscles start ripping out of me like that, it’s so exciting and empowering.  But my favorite parts were yet to come, the parts that really got me going.

When I feel my breasts pushing up against my sheer top and my butt being rubbed against by my panties, oooh… that just really lights my sexual fire.  It’s the part of me that reminds me that I am a woman and I am going to be one bad ass bitch when this is all done.  Unfortunately, I could feel my vision changing color and my instincts getting ready to take over, so I had to enjoy this while it lasted.  I already noticed that my skin color was starting to change and I could feel my hair start to scrape across the lower part of my back, me the one with shoulder length hair.  I placed one of my hands on my breasts and gave it a gentle squeeze and held it there as I literally felt my breasts growing inside of my hand.  It was like trying to hold back a balloon that was gaining air except this was obviously way better than any balloon and much more resilient.

My nipples, which were becoming stiff and erect grew to such a thickness that they pushed between my fingers and started making a break for freedom.  My panties, which once covered my entire rump started slowly sliding inwards as my butt slowly became more fuller, very reminiscent to a rising sun, except the light rays were going inwards instead of outwards.  The fabric of my panties gently skated across the skin of my rear making me feel sexier than ever!  God it was such a turn on!  I could feel the panties getting tighter and tighter, I felt the red marks forming on my waist by being bitten by the elastic on my panties, I could hear the tears starting to appear all over as my panties turned into a hello kitty thong.

By now my body was freaking huge, I’ve definitely turned into a body builder by now, but the point of turning into She-HULK is that I turn into a HULKING beast of pure muscle.  It’s usually around this point where I start losing control and consciousness, when the clothes ripping starts, that’s when I start grunting, growling, and roaring.  For the moment I gently brush my nipples with my hand for a brief second and ‘assume the position’ as the REAL growth starts.  This is where it really starts hu.. Aaah!  AAAAH!  Uhnn!  Oh God!

I could feel it!  Ungh… Start… Starting in my feet!  ARGH… everything hurts so much!  I could feel the tips of my toes pushing against the ends of my fuzzy pink slippers.  Just knowing that they’re going to rip through pisses me off because these slippers were just so damned cute!  But it was happening and it wasn’t long before my toes felt the warm tile floor and I heard the soft sound of gentle ripping.  I wiggled my toes a bit as they continued to expand out of the slippers to remove the initial stiffness that comes with a growth transformation and before long I felt my foot literally push open my slippers completely letting the pieces fall to the floor.

That only aggravated me though, those slippers were hard to find and once I felt that aggravation seep in my anger jumped to the next level which in turn forced my body to Gr.. GROW TO THE NEXT… AARRRRRGHHH!  My arms!  Feels like they’re ripping apart!  But I know… I know it’s just my muscles becoming even more enormous than ever before.  Ungh, the bones are cracking I could hear my skin stretching, things popping inside my body that I didn’t even know existed, feeling myself grow, not something growing on me but ME my actual self growing, God!  I looked at my arms and hands, which had stretched and swollen to ten times the size it was before!  I balled my hand into a fist and smashed it onto the floor as my fist began to enlarge and transform into more hulk like hands with a feminine touch.

My neck kept pushing my head higher and higher stretching everything to its limits, it almost felt like someone grabbing my head in order to pull it off of my body, when I rocked my head from side to side it felt weird not going back down to where it belonged, I could feel the muscles touching the sides of my jaw and they were THICK!  My breasts started heaving, pulsating and growing with each of my deep breaths becoming larger and larger, my nipples shooting outwards escaping like convicts from prison, I could feel my top stretching across my massive breasts which most likely was sprinkled with a slight hint of my veins.  My stomach was hurting so badly as it felt like rocks were being pushed out of the lining of my stomach and it would feel weird when I’d touch my stomach and realize that it wasn’t flat and pudgy anymore, but rather tight, strong, and rocky.  I could hear the sounds of my top starting to rip! I noticed that it was having a hard time stretching further to conform with my constantly growing body, shaking vigorously the more my breasts and muscular torso began pushing against it.  The middle of my top, which was trying to hide my gigantic cleavage was starting to tear completely!  The more I breathed the more my top would rip further and further and just when I thought that my top would completely rip from the front.

A sharp pain shot up my stiff back, the force of my back muscles firing up like pistons pushed my body downward and I could feel all the muscles engorging themselves with dense flesh as it bit onto the back of my top and tore it to shreds creating a long rip down the middle.  My body continued to explode with massive amounts of muscle and before long my body was brimming with powerful muscles all over my upper body.  My tattered top fell down onto the tile floor as I felt the heat from the flames warm my naked upper body.  My legs finally started following in succession and began spilling outwards making my thighs thicker, my butt rounder, my legs wider, it felt like I could squeeze a melon between my voluptuous legs.  My panties tightened further and further almost burning my skin as the cleavage between my rear started sucking the underwear in like a garbage disposal.  My waist, thighs, butt, and groin became too big for my panties and in that instant the elastic from my hello kitty panties snapped.

The remaining cotton dangled and rested off my firm growing butt and finally slid off before making a last desperate attempt to hang onto my body, not letting go of my unmentionables.  I looked at my skin, which was turning grey, I could feel that hair was now fully grown in an area that I usually keep cut, and no it’s not the armpits or the legs.  I could feel my eyes turning red as my vision was starting to change color, I could see the veins pulsating in my gigantic biceps, I could still even hear the stretching of my muscles growing bigger and bigger, I could hear my soft whimpers turn into deep, frightening growls.  I could feel even my facial features change slightly to make them more resistant to blunt damage, at the expense of some of my distinguishing facial features.  My body started to shake violently as the final surge of muscles began to sprout out through my entire body, I let out a loud roar as my heart began beating with the fury of a thousand war drums and I began to stand.

The last muscles popped out of my arms and shoulders, my quads filled up to its maximum proportions.  I grabbed the torn edges of my top and pulled them backwards over my heaving chest ripping it asunder like a mighty goddess breaking the chains, which held her strength back. My breasts bounced slightly with my nipples being forced to follow in their erect state as they filled to their final size.  I raised my arms towards the ceiling fists clenched as my majestic, muscular, and naked body glistened in the fire and just simply let it all out… freeing myself as I slowly succumb to a loss of control and consciousness… So primitive yet, so free…

*deep breath*  ROOOOOOAAARRRGGGR!

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Chapter 3: My only companion

Someone’s knocking at my door?  Well as much as I wanted to write a bit more I had to put my journal away, I put on a white sheer top, slipped my toes into my fuzzy pink slippers, and walked towards the door with my hello kitty panties facing whoever was going to be in front of me.  Considering the fact that I’m not expecting any guys, I can handle myself if things get nasty, I don’t really care who sees me in this outfit anyway.  I opened the door and smiled joyously as my best friend Nina Viera stood at the door.  The first thing she said was, “Hiiiii!” As I opened my arms, we gave each other a huge, wonderful hug.

“I brought you some groceries!” she said cheerfully, “YAY!” was the first thing that came to my mind as I screamed it out loud.  She picked up the bag and I told her to stop standing outside and to come in.  I helped put the groceries on the counter and I asked her, “What did you bring?”  She said,

“Wait, why are you walking around in your underwear?” 

“I didn’t feel like getting dressed.” 

“So basically you’re dressed all scandalous to impress me Maris?” 

“Pretty much!” 

She always called me Maris with an emphasis on the I sound, making it a short I, Mah ri’s. I started pulling out random things from the grocery bags to see what she brought.

“You’re so nosy.”

“I want to see what goodies you brought me, let’s see yogurt, bananas, chocolate, whipped cream.  Jeez, are you expecting a romantic dinner or something?”

“No but I figured you’d be craving sweets and all sorts of delicious things.  I’m still amazed how you manage not to get fat eating all the junk food you have.”

“That’s the benefits of working out Nina.”

“Lifting the remote control is not working out.”

“Some people need less exercise than others.”

“Whatever.”

She plopped herself down on the couch and turned on the TV.  As she was reading through my TV guide to see if there was anything on I looked at her.  There was a bit of guilt I felt around her because she is my best friend in the whole world, but she doesn’t know about my secret.  I’ve wanted to tell her a lot of times, mainly, since we’ve been friends since high school; but I just can’t find the courage to do so.  I’m afraid of what she’d think of me if she knew I was the girl who liked to randomly rampage whenever it suited her fancy.  This is one of those few and only times where I actually regret playing around like I did.

I don’t even know why she hangs out with me still, there’s something about her… but anyway, she is definitely a terrific friend who has always been there for me.  I guess it makes sense maybe, physically she’s just like me only blonde and blue eyes with smaller breasts and a smaller ass, so basically she’s skinnier than me.  Neither of us have an ounce of muscle on our bodies… well… one of us doesn’t have an ounce of muscle on their body.  I’m about as smooth as snow when I’m not big, Oooh, just thinking about it…

“Marissa!”

“Huh?”

“Off in your own little world again?”

“Sorry, I was just thinking about what I was in the mood for.  Do you want chocolate, ice cream, or yogurt?”

“Give me the yogurt baby.”

“Catch.”

A nice quick toss and the yogurt manages to land safely on Nina’s head.

“Ow!  Moron!”

“Sorry!  I’ll just bring the spoon over to you, sound good to you?”

“Yeah, I don’t need a spoon sticking out of my head.”

I walked over to sit down on the couch next to Nina with my own yogurt in hand, gave her the spoon GENTLY!  Popped it open and watched whatever the hell she put on, which just so happened to be American Gladiators.

“You like this show Nina?”

“Yeah, it’s a pretty funny show.  I like watching the contenders get tackled by the gladiators.”

“I could probably win it.”

“Yeah… uh… last time I checked the female gladiators have bigger biceps than your head.”

“But the blonde one isn’t that tough at all, she’s been beat in almost all the events.”

“I like the Fury one, she’s pretty bad ass.  You wouldn’t be able to beat her.”

“Sure I could.  You know, the blonde one kind of reminds me of you.”

“Me?  With muscles?  Ha!  I don’t think so Maris.”

“She’s not even that big Nina.”

“I don’t know, I think you’d be better off with muscles.  You have more of a face structure for it.”

“What does THAT mean?”

“It means that if you got a big muscle body, you’d still look kinda cute, like Fury.  Kind of gross with all the big muscles but at least you’d still look pretty.”

“Thanks I guess?”

Well it’s obvious from Nina’s negative reaction that I definitely shouldn’t tell her about my secret.  There’s no way she’d be able to understand.  When the commercials came up I started smelling something strange in the air, it smelled kind of like smoke but I know I didn’t leave the stove on or turn on the oven.

“Do you smell that?”

“Smell what?”

“Like smoke or something?”

“Yeah, kind of like burning wood.  Did you leave the stove on?”

“No it’s off.”

“Maybe it’s outside?”

“Let’s go look.”

“Aren’t you going to put some clothes on?”

“Nah I’m not planning on going anywhere.”

“Okay but if you get raped don’t blame me.”

“I’m sure you’ll protect me.”

“I’ll try, but my little body isn’t going to do much!”

We walked outside of my apartment and looked around inside the corridor.  I was all the way at the end of the hallway so I usually have to walk straight down to the two way split in order to get out of the building.  We definitely noticed some smoke up on the ceiling so we walked together towards the end of the hallway, everything looked normal except for the smoke that was starting to crawl across the ceiling.

Everything looked OK to me, my guess was someone left the stove on.  I walked over to the right to take a little peek so I can se—

“MARISSA!”

What the…?  Before I could even react all I heard was this loud crash behind me and I felt myself knocked backwards into the wall.  I shook my head and looked towards the crash and saw a big ass roadblock of fire and wood in front of me!  The room started to glow red and orange and I could hear Nina saying “Marissa!  Are you okay?  Marissa!”  I yelled back, “I’m fine!  Are you all right?”  She said,

“I’m OK!  We need to get out of here!”

“Well this damn thing is in my way, you find a way out from there Okay?”

“What about you?  I can’t just leave you there!”

“There’s another way out from here, I’ll be all right!”

“Are you su—“

Another crash fell close by which scared the crap out of me.  I told Nina to just go and she said “Okay I’ll meet you outside!”  I started heading my way down towards the alternate way to the exit, the more I walked down the more I realized that I was getting close to the source of fire.  It was getting hotter and brighter and the light smoke started turning into black clouds.  I could feel the smoke starting to enter my lungs and I started coughing.  The coughing got so bad that I was having difficulty walking correctly.

More pillars of fire started falling in front of me and it wasn’t until the passageway in front of me fell that I realized that I was trapped with no exit!  Oh shit… now what do I do?  Oh man, oh man!  I’m starting to panic, I don’t know what to do!  Oh crap!  I just remembered I left my journal in the apartment!  I need to go back to get it!  But it’s blocked!  Maybe I can cut through this person’s apa—UGHNN!

Suddenly I felt a burning stinging heat on my back and a very heavy weight on top of me!  What the hell is on me?  Ughn!  It’s so heavy!  Aaah it hurts, it hurts!  It’s burning me!  IT’S BURNING ME!!  UUURRRGGHH!!!  Sss…. AUUURRRGGHHH!!

And just like that, I snapped…

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Before I post the next chapter I wanted to drop a quick note that I appreciate and enjoy all the comments I have received thus far.  They were most certainly unexpected as I had become quite accustomed to more people reading rather than dropping any comments, and for this I am truly grateful.

A few of you are picking up on subtle things that I've intentionally included in the story, which is pleasantly surprising.

I can't reveal some of the even more deeper subtle things that going on, but I'm sure you folks can figure it out.  I'll be glad to spill the beans after all the chapters have been posted.  The one tidbit I can give you guys is that you can expect these chapters to be posted everyday, since the story is already complete.  What I'm mainly doing is proofreading before posting to make sure there are no major slip ups like missing words, grammar, spelling etc.  I'm one of those types of people who hate when a good story has been written, and we end up waiting months if not years for the next installment.  So be assured that all installments will be posted on a daily basis.

Okay well I need to end this post and post the next chapters before I start blabbing secrets, enjoy the reading, as I have thoroughly enjoyed the comments.  I just wanted to say thank you before I quietly post the next chapter.

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For me the answer lies in who is going to see or read my story and what the character symbolizes.

For instance,

If I'm creating a superhero that will have a high chance of children seeing the story I will remove any references to drugs, alcohol, and even smoking as these kids will look at these characters as role models.  If my characters are going to set an example then I will do what I can to make that example something that they SHOULD follow.

Now…

If I don't have a young mind demographic this allows me more freedom to experiment with different characters.  There are certain places where a character with an addiction is simply perfect for the story in mind and I would present it in the most tasteful fashion possible.  However, it's very rare that include those types of characters in say FMG stories because I don't like the girls I tend to idolize to have a plague of bad habits with them.  I think transforming into a berserk she-hulk is enough of a problem as it is, she doesn't need to be doing drugs at the same time!

The opportunities for me to use those types of characters is very rare for me, but if I'm inspired and the story calls for it then it would certainly make an appearance.

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Chapter 2: Why I Walk Alone

It still hurts to talk about it, and I’m not really sure why I want to mention it; but I did say I wanted to document everything right?  Jadie, Melanie, Sherrie and I were doing some routine patrols in our muscled up forms.  It was the first time Sherrie and Melanie had ever met Jenna, the woman who actually managed to save us from the most powerful and malicious force the universe has ever seen.  I remember when I first saw her I thought to myself “She’s a lot smaller than I expected” she had muscles so I thought she was in her ‘big’ form.  I quickly found out that I was completely wrong and when she grew into her REAL self I remember my jaw hitting the floor so hard that it bounced back up and smacked me in the face.

There was some kind of hostage situation and the people who were holding the victims hostage weren’t ordinary humans.  They were women, which I think the police call “Powerhouses” who really had an enormous amount of strength.  Though one woman was called Titan class because her power was simply unbelievable.  Jadie, Melanie, and I are considered titan class, we’re really powerful but would have a hard time going toe to toe with the likes of Jenna who is a legendary class.  Sherrie at the time was also considered a titan, but it was later revealed that she was actually a legendary class and is one of the few people who could go toe to toe with Jenna.

Anyway… we smashed through the wall, entered the building where the hostages were being kept and we saw these ridiculously huge women holding some people hostage.  They wanted a ‘cure’ for their so called “illness” and were getting so desperate that they were resorting to hostages in order to get that cure, which hasn’t been invented yet.  Little did I know that as we started fighting the powerhouses the people who were being held hostage were my parents.  Once I saw them I started fighting tooth and nail trying to break through the powerhouses to get to my parents but they were REALLY strong.  I couldn’t manage to budge through and Jenna had gone to a different part of the building to find the Titan, because anyone Titan level has the POTENTIAL to go up to a Legendary class.  Once me and the girls finally broke through I was ready to untie my parents when the Titan crashed through the ceiling and…

Faint droplets on the page.

That damn idiot…

I’m so sorry mom, dad…

Sigh the damn bitch intentionally landed on my parents, I think the blanks can be filled in quite easily at this point.  It wasn’t Jenna throwing her into the building, it wasn’t the titan getting punched into the room, no… she dropped down right as we were going to save them, she did it ON PURPOSE!

Penmanship becomes a bit shaky with darkened letters appearing at random.

Gnnghr… shit… keep it together Marissa.  Deep breath, whoo… there you go.  You see? I almost went grey for a second there.  Anyway as I was saying the she titan did it on purpose because she figured that if she wasn’t going to get the cure then people were going to have to pay.  Before she could even take one step forward Jenna came crashing through the wall and tackled her so fast that all I saw was Jenna’s face, her huge muscles, and then nothing but smoke, debris, and a loud crash as they went through the wall together.  I didn’t pay any attention to them, I just ran over to my parents.  It was awful, I’m not going to go into the messy descriptions but needless to say, I completely lost control!

Even though I was already in muscle mode I wanted more power, more strength!  My anger filled up my veins to such a volume that they were bulging beneath my skin, I saw the color of my white skin start to turn grey and watched dark strands of hair start draping over my shoulders and onto my growing ‘silverish’ breasts.  I can remember looking back watching the facial expressions of Melanie, Jadie, and Sherrie.  Melanie was telling me to calm down but the more she spoke the more muffled she became.  Jadie was saying oh my god, but I could only see her lips move and not actually hear her.  Sherrie looked as though she was tinged a color of red and almost appeared as if she was going to try to kill me, the other girls too!

This is what happens when I turn Grey, I just start seeing red and it becomes harder to distinguish between who’s my friend and who’s my enemy.  Everyone becomes a dark red shadow, and they all appear as though they are threatening me and trying to hurt me.  Once my muscles finished ballooning up I completely flipped out and at this point all I had cared about was getting stronger and stronger so I could destroy EVERYTHING!  Everything is hazy from the moment I went berserk to the moment I woke up shrunken back to normal size in my ripped, yet over stretched clothes.  When I had come to I noticed my head was throbbing and next to a smashed in car, the city looked as though a massive bomb had gone off inside of it.  I rubbed my hand against the back of my head and felt a little bit of blood, I saw Sherrie kneeling down trembling and crying, while Jenna stomped over next to me and lifted me up off the ground with her bare hand!

“LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE DONE MARISSA!” She said to me, I responded to her with a question. “What are you talking about?”  She threw me over next to Sherrie who was trembling so badly she couldn’t even look at me, she was crying but at the same time she looked furious and she was completely naked and not in her muscle form at all.  I asked her what was wro—

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Yeah I know, I used to be in the same views as everyone else on this board.  But once I actually started getting into television production and learning how things work in the industry, my views HAD to change.  To keep them the same way I had them in the past would not be beneficial efficiency wise.

Now, that doesn't mean that femuscle is out of the picture, quite the contrary.  Once I have the funds to do my own productions and personal projects, I guarantee you that when I produce something and put it out for all to see it will contain a femuscular protagonist.  But for now, gotta keep it real and go with the flow.

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Not on a TV show unless it's American Gladiators.  Movies are a different story however.

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Let's clear up a few things here.

As much as I would love to see more muscular female role models in the world, I understand how the television business works because I have done a number of projects FOR the television business.

I would have LOVED if Lena had become muscular for the role!  However, I know that when you work in TV you don't have enough budget to be hiring people to get actors into shape!  The point of TV is to make it look presentable while at the same time getting it done and out as quickly as possible.  You make a few episodes, they air it on TV then bite your nails waiting to see if you get picked up for another season.

There is no time to be spending money on personal trainers to get the girl into shape, that's only done in movies.  Only with movies will you have a big enough budget and enough time to let the actress get into shape.

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Now let's say maybe they wanted to cast someone who is muscular, tell me how many people with a decent physique can actually ACT well?

I'll clue you in, it's not that many!  Those who can might not be in a union, those who have the right physique maybe terrible actors!  When it comes to making production choices the #1 decision that overrides others is if the actor can act well!  If they're schedule is open enough to actually do the shoot, and if they look close enough to the role that you can do make up magic.

Sometimes they type cast, and sometimes they don't.  For this production it is painfully obvious that for the main characters at least they went for quality actors.  The male terminators I personally didn't think were that great acting wise, but then again they don't need to speak much do they?  However, the main characters that have the most amount of dialogue I think do an excellent job embodying their representative characters.

Under no circumstances is Lena emaciated!  When I saw her in 300 doing that nude scene her body was very pleasing to the eye as a normal woman's figure.  They had no right to make fun of her that way but at the same time when it comes to TV I know certain concessions are made in order to get production done as quickly as possible.

Also keep in mind that the producer has specifically stated, he want to DIVERGE from the movies and is creating his own time line and universe which goes in a completely different direction than the movie does.

The time for femuscular characters to shine WILL come, just don't expect it to be in the TV Terminator series.

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I don't know, for me every time I watch the movie her muscle tone doesn't grab my attention.  I know it's a bit strange but even when I try to focus on it, it's not something that strikes me as particularly memorable.  Not quite sure why, but it just doesn't stick in my brain.

As for the article, they did say that the TV series is going in a totally different direction than the movies.  So the Sarah Connor we know from the movies isn't exactly the same one that's in the TV show.  I am willing to bet that the reason Sarah Conner isn't muscular on the TV show is simply because they probably figured it wasn't important enough, to warrant a big budget to get Lena a personal trainer and Chef.

After all you need a lot of people to get the actors into buff shape and that's just not something which is do-able on a TV budget, ESPECIALLY when the effects are of such high quality that I'm sure it eats a huge chunk of their budget.  Would be interesting to see an interview where they ask why Sarah isn't as muscular as she was in the movie.  Not the actress, but rather the producer in charge of making certain decisions.

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Hmm…

Good that people want a muscular woman to take the role of Sarah Connor.

Bad that they're picking on beautiful Lena for not having big biceps.  Sometimes concessions must be made and they shouldn't pick on the poor girl for not having an athletic physique.

I don't think it's ruining the iconography of Sarah Connor, I personally barely noticed the muscles on her arms in the movies why should Lena be any different?

Anyway, at least they want a more muscular protagonist, this opens a window of opportunity to develop powerful female characters in the future.  (As long as it's a good movie or TV show.)

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