Calloway and the rest of the SS Squad back away from the explosion, turning around just in time to watch as Jess walks out of the hotel, cracking her knuckles.
'I see they brought out the big guns now to stop me,' she shouts with a grin on her face. 'I was looking for a bit of entertainment!'
Calloway steps forward. 'Entertainment you say?! I'll give you entertainment!' He roars as his suit explodes, exposing his overly muscular body. 'You have killed some of my best men and now I'm going to send you straight to HELL!'
Jess smirks. 'I think your training regimen at the Vischeriron household needs some work if that was your best! Now, how about we have a little bit of sport using the sweet science?'
Jess and Calloway take their respective fighting stances and then begin circling each other.
Catherine watches the fight that is about to start from the van. She sees the big difference between the two fighters. Jess is muscular, but smaller, with her muscles looking more pumped from fighting her way outside just now. Calloway is a giant compared to her, a veritable wall of muscle. She also notices something else.
'Jess, your eyes... they're... glowing again.'
They continue to circle, sizing each other up. 'You're a megaroids user aren't ya? I can tell by the oversized ego.' Jess taunts. Calloway sneers. 'I'll show you just how big my ego is after I'm done with your corpse bitch!' 'That's a hard threat to make coming from someone like you!'
Calloway throws the first punch, but Jess leaps out of the way and kicks him in the elbow. The two start going at it, trading punches. Both fighters are landing hits on one another. Jess punches at Calloway's stomach while he aims for her head. Jess tries to kick his legs out from under him, but is unsuccessful. She lands on the ground, on her back. He elbow drops her in the stomach, leaving Jess gasping for air. He goes to drop her again, but this time she rolls out of the way and kicks him in the head.
She stands back up, resuming her fighting stance once more. Her tanned skin is glistening in sweat, running down the crevasses created by each muscle.
Catherine watches with rapt attention when something else catches her eyes. 'Wait a second... something looks... different. Does Jess look... bigger?'
As Jess maintains her stance, her bicep looks a tad larger than before, leading right up to her fuller deltoid. Her breasts are pressed tighter against the halter top. Her quads are more defined through the shorts she is wearing. Her abs have a chiseled, full six pack look to them.
'Maybe... it's just because of the pump from the fight? Yeah, that has to be it.'
Calloway stands back up and Jess unleashes a vicious right hook at his face, drawing blood. Calloway grabs at Jess, getting her into a grapple. The two struggle against each other. Jess is still grinning while Calloway is glaring with murder in his eyes. Jess' back is turned back towards Catherine.
'No...'
The lats and traps in Jess' back become even more defined and start to stretch the back of the shirt. Her shorts are taking on a second skin look. Her calves are flaring larger.
'She is GROWING?!?!'
Jess keeps pushing back against Calloway. He looks down and notices her arms are getting steadily larger and her chest is standing out more prominently. This catches him off guard, causing him to drop the grapple.
'What the...?'
Jess uppercuts him, knocking him back. Her eyes glowing brilliantly. As Calloway starts falling backward, Jess leaps up and roundhouse kicks him in the head. His large, unconscious body hits with a gigantic THUD, sending dust flying.
Everyone looks on in fear, except for Catherine.
After the dust settles, Jess stands there with her hands on her hips. Her muscles have grown, making her look more like an amateur fighter than a physique model. Her softball sized biceps are well defined, along with her triceps. The deltoid perfectly caps over the powerful arms, giving the sense of what lies underneath. Her pecs have grown a bit, deepening the muscle cleavage she had before, and pressing her large breasts out even further. The solid six pack abs look as if they were made of stone, down to the sculpted marble that is her legs. One look and no one wants to get hit with a kick from them.
Her eyes are still glowing, softer now. She has a devious grin plastered across her face as she quietly asks 'So... who's next?'
Tags: Female muscle, growth, height increase, destruction, domination
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Story by Kaisai134 |
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Artwork by SednaStudio-LWJ |
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