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Widow's Peak (Ch.5)
🕑 Added 2024-10-02 14:50:50 +0000 UTCDanica wove the extensions made of Jason's Samson-empowered hair into her own; excited at the mere prospect of growing in both size and strength.
It wasn't long before there was a rumbling; one from deep inside as the magic took hold. She looked down, with her eyes suddenly widening. She began laughing, breaking fully into a cackle before it was all over. The pain of her body reconstituting itself caused her to raise her hands, holding them out in a claw-like fashion; yet she was still reveling in her transformation. Nothing would or could take from this moment; the one she'd planned for ever since her philandering husband had returned to London with a muscular Sarah in one hand, and the magical hair in the another.
Jason himself had barely woken when he heard the commotion. It wasn't long before he discovered his wife's betrayal and his own resulting physical deflation. She had chopped off his hair as he slept, like the biblical story of Delilah and Samson; except this version of the tale was clearly going to have an added, devastating twist. He could sense it upon hearing the loud moans coming from the room beyond.
Danica's biceps burst through her sleeves, and her arms pushed forward through the seams. The effect on her legs was no less profound. As she grew upwards, her jeans became shorter and tighter, and started to split in every direction as the thick, hard muscle became too much to contain. Her glutes sundered them completely, just as the increasing width of her back finally destroyed her shirt. She fell to her knees then, as if the increased weight was too much to bear for a second. But the growth wouldn't relent and she became even more mighty as she lay there on all fours with head facing downwards. She panted as the change showed little mercy. She would be enhanced no matter what. This is what she had wanted after all. There was no going back, and she wouldn't suffer the same faith as Jason. She wouldn't have this type of power taken away from her. Ever.
As her rebirth was reaching its climax, Jason nervously pulled the door back in the room and witnessed this new phenom drawing herself up and letting out a tremendous roar. He immediately took a step back, with her giant silhouette blocking the light for a moment. She saw him then, standing there aghast, and could only laugh once more. But there was a deeper, huskier tone to it than before. It surprised her at first, but, at the same time, it all made sense. She was huge now, and even her neck muscles had been engorged. Danica felt unstoppable, and she had the whole city in her sights. Even the mere thought of being worshipped for her mass and muscles excited her, yet first she needed to get a sense of how big she really was so moved her nine foot frame across the room before towering over her husband. As she stepped fully in front of him, she could hear the floor creaking beneath her bare feet, and took great satisfaction staring down at him. She even had to crouch over as the ceiling had become too low for her new self.
"W-What have you done?" asked Jason nervously, his shoulders slumped, and his now slender arms flapping beside his regular, puny body.
"I took what I wanted. What I wanted from the start. I'm the adonis now, except with a lot more curves," she declared, cupped her breasts and then reaching out for his small throat. She gently clasped it and lifted her husband off the ground and pulled his face close to hers.
"I don't need to tell you, Jason, but we're done. In fact, I won't even waste any more time on you. I have a city to show myself off too instead now, and, if I have time, your bit on the side to find. I think we're going to have a showdown she and I, and whatever's left of the city afterwards might be the victor's reward."
"You can't do this," said Jason, trying to break free.
"You're too weak to stop me, little man," she said. "Don't be angry, though. You cheated, whereas I never did."
"But you and Tom? I saw you both flirting at the museum," a confused Jason replied.
"I wanted you to think that," she replied. "But no, it's you that cheated. Just like you cheated with this hair," she continued, running her fingers through the impossibly lush strands. "Yes, you had your fun. You arrogantly took this strength first. You changed yourself before I did, and out of jealously you then tried to teach me a lesson. And now, like a hypocritic, you complain. I still have to thank you, though," she finished while flexing her enourmous biceps, "All of your trials with Sarah have finally bourne fruit. For me, at least. And don't worry, I'm going to make up for lost time with Tom."
She let him drop then, opening her hand abruptly.
"Oops!"
He hit the floor with a thump and lay there dazed for a time before slipping out of conciousness. Danica just peered down at him and contined to remark at how pathetic he had become. The only respite was when she caught glimpse of herself in any reflection, causing her to instinctively squeeze her muscles and admire herself. It truly was an incredibly transformation. When she eventually managed to pull herself away, she readied to crash through the remainder of the house and onto the street in order to get some extra space. First, though, she needed something to wear, and, true to form, Danica had pre-planned an outfit befitting her new stature: a black number that wrapped around her body like a Greek goddess of old. Sarah would indeed pay, yet before even that confrontation, she pined for Tom, and so headed for his home, stomping along the street. After everything she had been through, she was finally going to have her fun.
As Danica was off to enjoy herself, Sarah aka Zulima was busy on the other side of London lifting cars with one hand, using them almost like giant dumbells to the awe of onlookers who'd gathered. Every rep caused her arms to bulge even more, with the veins popping forth. "Zulima" wanted to be as strong as Jason, not realizing that his power had already been stolen by his wife.
She threw the cars aside then and felt her arms again, realizingthat as massive as they were, they weren't as big as her rival, and she still wouldn't really stand a chance. She needed more, but wasn't sure of how to get it. Even so, she invited some of the people watching to feel how hard her muscles were. It was a pleasant experience.
"Yes, worship Zulima," said Sarah, slipping further into the role.
However, rather serendipitously, there was another muscular figure who arrived amongst the group then. He was still smaller than Sarah, but still unnaturally big. Like a superhero.
"I won't worship you, Zulima," he laughed. "I'm Joe by the way. Just Joe."
"But how did you get so big?" wondered Sarah aloud. "You're no average Joe. And why have you come here? I hope you're not with the police because all previous attempts to take me down have failed."
"Nope, but there does seems to be a lot of magical muscle going around these days," is all they'd reveal initially. "But I heard you were around so I thought I come down and compare."
Sarah looked at their hair and noticed some was a different colour than the rest. Had they also gotten hold of some of Samson's hair and woven it in their own?
They tried to lift the cars, too, to impress the others watching. Unlike Sarah they struggled, yet still managed to lift each up over their head with both hands. Sarah was then convinced it was the hair.
"Where did you get it?" asked Sarah, grabbing Joe's shoulders and lifting them off the ground. The beefy man tried to break free but struggled.
"There's this girl, she's got it! She is offering what's left of it to different people. She's just a friend of mine..."
Sarah shook them harder then.
"Where is this woman?!" she demanded.
"If you let me go, I'll show you the way," Joe replied, suddenly panicked, only now realizing how truly strong Sarah had become. She put him under his arm and leaped into the London sky.
They subsequently headed to the address belonging to the very same assistant who Jason had received his transplant from. It was Anne.
"I had a feeling that someone would eventually come," she smiled, as Sarah shouted through her apartment door. "I should also have guessed that Joe couldn't help himself and had to show himself off."
"I don't fully know how you got involved in any of this," said Sarah, "But I'm here for the rest of the hair."
"Are you now!" she cried back.
Sarah had had enough, easily tearing the door off its hinges and throwing it to the side. She strode inside then but was dumbfounded to find a woman as big as Joe inside.
"As you can see," she started, "I've changed, too. When I saw the effect it had upon my patient, one Jason Peak, I had to take the remaining hair and become strong as well. The feeling is just unreal."
"Indeed it is," Sarah responded. "But it doesn't belong to you. It's all mine. I want the last strands to make myself even stronger."
"Ah, but I've been experimenting this night, you see," Anne continued, before stepping out of the way. She revealed another patient then, sitting idly in the chair behind her. A tiny waif of a woman with a rather drawn face. Sarah almost took pity on this weakingly before noting she, too, had some of the hair tied into her own. Indeed, the change began right in front of her eyes.
The lady's demeanour changed, suddenly smiling as energy surged through her abdomen and limbs and as she began to swell in size. She wouldn't end up being nearly as big as Sarah, and was even smaller than Anne, yet had become a well defined, powerful woman with enough strength to maybe punch through a wall.
"Honestly, it never stops being hot," said Anne.
"Agreed, but what is the experimental part of all of this?" asked an impatient Sarah.
Anne then took out a pair of scissors, grabbed the women's hair and cut it right off, causing the woman to quickly go back to normal and fall back into the chair with nothing more than a resigned moan.
"Just like in the old story," started Anne, "When it's cut off, the power is lost."
"But if it's woven in long enough," added Sarah, "It becomes permanent."
"Fascinating," the woman replied. "So if we were to shave all of it off would it just grow back again? Would it still be magical? Would it mean we're superhuman forever?"
"We don't entirely know," responded Sarah. "I wouldn't want to take the risk either way."
"We must find out. If the hair always grew back it would certainly mean-"
"But you don't understand," Sarah interrupted. "Jason, my friend, who you gave the transplant to is the most powerful of all, and I need the rest of the hair to try to overcome him."
"I've used it all, though."
"What?!" exclaimed Sarah.
"Yes, for my experiments. There are now a number of people out on streets of London with a small portion of the power of Samson. They're all my friends, of course. I've been real busy in the short time I had it."
"You're crazy," said Sarah, grabbing Anne by the throat. It was then that she felt another set of hands grab her wrist. It was Joe again, trying to pull her back.
"As you can see," said Anne, breaking free and dropping back to the floor, "I've built a little army for myself."
"That's it!" said Sarah. "That's one way we might be able to defeat Jason. Together. He gave me a good beating one-on-one, but a group of superhumans might be able to collectively hold him down."
"To do what?" asked Joe, "And why should we help you?"
"Because if we hold him down, we could take his hair and make ourselves even bigger. It might also strip him of his power and you'll see then if the change is for good."
"That's a nice idea," said Anne, "But if it is, we may have an endless supply of this stuff. Just you wait..."
As they went about their business and called all of their forces together, unbeknownst to them, the newly empowered Danica was having her way with Tom and eventually conducting experiments of her own. He had witnessed Sarah's second change at the museum so understood that such a monumental change was possible, but he was still left gobsmacked upon seeing her new size. Their relationship had now gone beyond flirting, with him struggled to deal with her godlike body on top of him, yet he still didn't waste the opportunity to feel every curve and bump of it. Even so, Dancia seemed disappointed.
"What's wrong?"
"I feel unfulfilled," sighed Danica. "But I know a way to fix that," she said, reaching down onto Tom's desk and clipping off a piece of her hair. "I'm going to make you into the man of my dreams. One that can keep up with me."
"Will it make me like you?" gulped Tom.
"Let's see. If it works, it'll only be a little change, but it'll be enough."
When the process was over and a more robust Tom stood before her, Danica was left rather excited.
"It's no longer Samson's hair that empowers others, but Danica's!" she declared.
"But aren't you a little less powerful now because you shared some of your hair with me?" asked a grateful Tom.
"A little, but perhaps it'll grow back as before? I'm not sure yet. I certainly won't share it with anyone else, just in case."
She planned then to go before the city publicly and demand Londoners fall to their knees before her.
"Where should we go?" asked Tom. "The museum again?"
"No, how about the National Gallery instead? Right beneath those giant, Romanesque pillars. Fitting for someone like me, don't you think?"
As she said this, she threw her black robes around her body again, and stretched out her large arms and legs, flexing muscle everywhere and anywhere she could find and feel it.
"Time to announce my arrival, I guess!"
They prepared to leave then, not realizing it would lead to a final confrontation with Sarah aka Zulima, as well as Anne and Co, that would change the world...
(To be concluded...)
