“You bastard! You’ll pay for taking it from me!” snarled Tracy. She advanced on him in a rage, ready to tear him apart. All of a sudden she stopped and her expression grew distant, abstracted. “Your self-destruct failed,” she gasped in wonder. “It’s…it’s alive! And aware! I can hear it in my mind.” She paused. “What did you say? This is just the beginning? There’s much more where that came from?“ She laughed. “I accept your offer. Yes, yes, YES! Give it all to MEEEEEEEE!”
The surface of Tracy’s suit started to swirl and bubble, as if it were boiling. Then silvery tentacles shot out in all directions from it. They whirled around briefly, apparently seeking something, then each plunged into a power outlet. Electricity coursed along the tentacles and into Tracy, causing lightning to spark and sizzle continuously around her as she began to change. As the cheerleader greedily drained more and more energy from the power grid to fuel her metamorphosis, the lights began flickering on and off.
Finally, the tentacles retracted, the lightning glare faded, and Tracy reappeared. Not just transformed, but transfigured. A gorgeous, towering Amazon with shimmering platinum-colored skin. Her hair a gleaming mass of metallic gold tendrils, swirling in a whirlpool down her back. Her eyes now solid golden orbs glowing with their own light. Her perfect face a visage of inhuman beauty. The suit had formed spiky high heels, giving her an extra foot of height.
Gone was the slender figure, the flat chest. Tracy was now possessed of curves and muscles in impossible superabundance. Her nonexistent breasts had blown up into beachball-size megatits, thrusting forth like missiles from beefy pectorals. Her upper body had an insane V shape: wide shoulders, delts like boulders, massively jacked upper back tapered into a trim waist cut with a 10-pack of powerful abs. Her curvaceous hips flared out dramatically and flowed into a luscious ass with ripped glutes that jutted out half a foot behind her. Her arms and legs were packed with massive, bulging muscles that shifted visibly with the slightest movement, like icebergs in an arctic sea.
“The suit and I have fused into one!” proclaimed Tracy, her voice now deeper, more commanding, tinged with a metallic echo that sounded sexier and more intimidating than ever. “The smart metal is bonded to my cells now, to my very DNA, at the molecular level, allowing me to evolve in ways you never imagined possible. Already I am far beyond human! And soon I will be far more than even that!
“I am reborn! Tracy is no more! I am THE PLATINUM BLONDE!”
She took hold of the weight rack, piled with many tons of barbells. Her muscular arms swelled as she easily lifted the whole thing overhead. In a blur of motion, she powered the rack through the air and rammed it into the wall. The impact caused a tremor through the building and sent chunks of concrete flying and barbells clanging to the ground.
Platinum Blonde moved to stand below the rack, which was now firmly embedded in concrete, placed both hands on the wall, and began pushing against it. Her upper back and triceps bulged massively and cracks formed in the concrete as she increased the pressure. Finally it gave way completely as she successfully shoved her way THROUGH the wall in an astonishing demonstration of raw muscular might. It collapsed and buried her underneath.
At first Dr. Benson thought Platinum Blonde had killed herself. Then the debris quivered, and the platinumm Amazon burst up through the ruins of the wall, sending masonry and scrap metal flying in all directions. She flexed her arms. Her biceps surged and surged in response, finally crowning her mighty arms with massive pulsating mountains of steel-hard muscle, each one wider than a man’s waist. She threw her head back and let loose a primal, erotic roar of dominance and triumph.
Now completely terrified, Dr. Benson desperately pulled a gun from a concealed holster. “St-stay away from me,” he warned.
Platinum Blonde chuckled. Her hips swayed seductively, her muscles rippled gracefully as she sauntered toward him and struck a power pose with hands on her hips. “After what I just did, you think you can harm ME with that peashooter?”
Dr. Benson fired at Tracy’s chest. The bullets struck sparks as they deflected harmlessly off Platinum Blonde’s hypertrophic bosom. Her enormous silvery tits jiggled invitingly as the metal titaness laughed. “Even now I’m beyond your puny weapons, imagine what I’ll be after the next step of my evolution.”
She lifted her hand, palm outstretched. Dr. Benson’s gun briefly twitched this way and that in his hand, then flew straight out of his grip into the platinum Amazon’s. With contemptuous ease, she crushed the weapon and dropped the crumpled gunmetal.
“Kinetic force projection,” she gloated. She raised her hand again, and this time the unseen force yanked Dr. Benson towards Platinum Blonde, pulling him right into her grip. Her fingers closed around his neck and she lifted him from the ground, leaving his feet dangling helplessly in the air as he gurgled.
“Did you really want me to stay away?” mocked Platinum Blonde. “I think you want me to do something else to you, don’t you?” Dr. Benson gasped as the invisible force that had jerked him towards her now delicately caressed his crotch. His hardon stiffened further as he stared into those beautiful golden eyes.
“Behold your ultimate creation, Doctor. You’ve made a scientific breakthrough on par with Einstein and Hawking. You deserve Nobel Prizes, money, immortal glory! Sadly for you, there’s only room for one Platinum Blonde in this universe. I can’t let you duplicate your work. So…”
“Please,” whimpered Dr. Benson. “I’m begging you. I won’t ever test the smart metal on anyone else. I swear. Just please, please let me go. Please, Tracy!“
She stared at him in cold fury. “My name is PLATINUM BLONDE!” she declared. Her fist clenched, crushing Dr. Benson’s windpipe and killing him instantly. Platinum Blonde flung the body aside like a piece of trash.
The titaness thought about what to do next. She could take revenge on Kendra, the D-cup girl who had showed up at tryouts. That bitch needed to be shown her place; especially now that she, Platinum Blonde, was better-endowed than Kendra or any mortal could ever be. And the other cheerleaders needed to be reminded who was in charge. It was no longer enough that they followed her as head cheerleader; they needed to worship her as their muscle goddess.
Or she could go find some way to test her powers. The smart metal hummed in every cell of her being; it sang with the promise of unlimited potential. This was just the beginning, she could evolve much further and reach new levels of strength, sexiness, and power and develop abilities beyond mortal comprehension.
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