The Creation, Part 1 by westdale truckerbrucew@gmail.com When she woke up she did not know how strong she was or who she was. She knew she should have felt the cold. That the rain that poured down her body in the frosty November chill should have been turning her into an icicle. It was near freezing outside, just above turning the sleet into rain, but not by much. Her naked skin, as the water flowed down in sheets of rain, should have been sending her into a shivering mess. Instead, she could see the little steam that drifted from her skin as the droplets seem to evaporate just as reached her burning hot skin. Was that another effect from the change? Even if her skin was so hot to cause that, if she was that feverish, then she should be shivering even more, not less. Why couldn't she feel it? It was just another question, and she needed to push it back from her mind, but just so many of them kept coming. So many questions, and she still have only a vague sense of what had happened to her. She saw pictures of what had been done, flashes, faces, all things that she had this terrible sense that she didn't want to know what had happened. She couldn't stop to think about any of that now. She couldn't afford to, what if someone saw her out there, if someone called the cops? How would she explain being in the back alley of some city, still not even sure which one, standing there naked? She was naked, for crying out loud, and when she looked at herself it just wasn't her. She hadn't seen fully what she looked like, but she could feel that she was taller than before, and when she looked down, she could barely she over the massive large breasts that were not there before. When she did look past them, having to bend over in what amazed her as being astonishingly flexible compared to her former self, she was able to bend over the touch her toes and see the massive ripped with muscle legs and abs. Her forearms, when she reached them out, were larger than what her biceps had previously been. Then there was her biceps; they were amazing. Canons on either side of her. And she felt strong. There was an energy inside of her, a burning in her chest. She felt like she wanted to run, to jump, to hit something and pound into it. It wasn't a rage, just a raw desire. She wanted to push herself farther than she had ever pushed herself before. She hadn't always been this way, but right now, she couldn't remember who she had been, what had happened to her, she was in a new body, and all it wanted to do was play. And she was still naked, so she couldn't. It made her muscles yearn even harder, being restrained by standing there in the alley. It was the middle of the night, the rain making it even darker, so she was well concealed, but that would all change the moment she stepped out into the street. Then she would be a spectacle for everyone to see and gawk at. She had to get home. She had to, she could feel that she did, but where was home? She could vaguely remember a house, some woods, but where was that? They were just fogged over images, and part of them, whenever faces came in and out, they were blurs, nothing she could grab on to or remember. "Hey! Missy!" she heard a rough voice call out behind her. She turned and saw a shorter man, dirty, covered in thick coats. He was standing out from behind one of the dumpsters, and if she had to guess, he had probably been sleeping behind it. He looked old, slumped over. His coat was thick and the stocking cap he wore had holes in it. She doubted it kept him too warm. Then she noticed the dumpster. The man wasn't really that short, he could easily reach over the top of it and dig down; he had to easily be six feet, but she was looking down at him. His head only came up to her expansive chest, that it just made him look so short. Just how tall was she? She already felt a change inside of her at the sight of the man. A ripple seemed to rumble through her muscles, a tremor of anticipation. She was getting ready, she felt herself get on edge. She was ready to fight, her fists forming into balls. She wanted to attack. She felt like she had to attack the man, get him before he got her. She needed to rip him apart. "You okay, hun?" the man asked her. "You gotta be cold. What the hell happened to you?" he said. His voice was rough, but there was also a soft touch to it. He was trying to help her. She could feel the energy that had coursed through her starting to deflate. He took a step towards her, and she wanted to jump back and get into attack mode again, but that was only a passing nervous twitch of a reaction. Instead, she was trying to trust the man. He took off his coat as he came towards her and held it out to her. He was already shivering as he held it. She didn't reach out. She didn't feel the cold. He did. He needed it more than she did. "You keep it," she said. She didn't recognize her own voice, it sounded different somehow. "Come on, you gotta be freezing out here. I know it won't be much, but it'll help. Then we can get you over to the shelter. Find out what happened to you. Were you attacked?" He asked the question, but was already backpedaling. "Nevermind, it's none my business, but they got counselors there, none this late at night, but some will be there in the morning, they can talk to you and help you out." He held out the coat again. This time, she didn't get a chance to say no as he was walking toward her to put the coat on. She had to lower herself, but this time she let him. The man seemed to need to help her, and she had already realized that he was just not going to say no. "Damn, you're big. Don't cross your arms. I'd like that coat back once we get you some clothes. I'm kinda a big guy myself and it's hard to find clothes that fit." "Sure," she said. He came back around and looked at her briefly before moving to walk down to the other end of the alley. "Come on; shelter is this way," he said with a nod of his head. They made their way down the alley, and neared the other side when she saw the flash. She didn't know what it was at first, but then she saw as the homeless man rocked forward then fell to the ground with the shattering of glass. She turned, and saw three men standing at the edge of the alley only a few paces off. One must have thrown a bottle, and it had hit hard against the man. From the reek of beer and how the man fell, she assumed it must have been half-full. The man was still down. "Ooh, what do we have here?" one of them asked as he stepped towards her. He was a big guy, and even under his loose fitting coa, she could feel that he was well built. His other two though, they were smaller, scrawnier. Nah, it was only the first one that was swooped up on steroids. It looked like the guy must have took the stuff like it was candy; he was nearly as wide as he was tall. He was a brick house of a man, square and tough. Even his jaw was etched in hard stone. He stepped closer. He smiled and she could see where he was missing teeth, probably from fighting. "You guys grab her. It's time to get some action." The two smaller guys came up to her and, though they barely came up to her large chest, they both reached for her arms to pull her back. She had to force down a giggle, as neither of them could budge her. She had to wonder if they were even trying. Surely these two guys could pull her back, but it was like she barely felt their efforts. She reached out and grabbed them both by back of their necks, one for each hand, and lifted. They were both so light; she just lifted them up so she could stare into each of their eyes. "What do you think you are doing?" she asked them, taking turns to look into their eyes. She knew she should be mad, but she just couldn't keep the smile from her face. This all just felt so funny. She saw the terror that returned her gaze. "What the hell. Put down my guys, now!" the bigger man barked out. She looked back to him. Then she shrugged and tossed them both so that they fell on top of the man. All three of them struggled, a tangle of limbs, but then the bigger man started to hit the two men until they were off of him and he stood. He wasn't smiling anymore. "Just what the hell are you?" he asked as he pulled out his knife. "I'm not sure." And she wasn't. What she did know was that she wanted to play. Her muscles screamed to play. They felt like they were being teased with that simple little lift. They wanted more. They wanted to push and pull, to tear things apart. They wanted some action. "Yeah, we'll see what the hell," he said, and he charged with his knife towards her abdomen. He came, and as he did, it was like she watched him in slow motion. She saw him coming, and everything turned to slow motion. As he neared, she just gingerly reached out and grabbed his wrist, stopping the knife from reaching her just at is was about to touch her skin. She stopped him cold. He looked up at her, his face in anguish from her grip. She just smiled. Then she slowly eased his wrist forward until the blade touched her skin. She continued it forward, and when the blade should have gone in, it started to bend upon itself until it shatter against the strength of her abs. The man watched in horror then looked up at her. "You looked strong. Let's see how strong," she said. She casually squeezed, crushing the man's wrist. He screamed. "Oh no; time to be quiet," she said, and lift him up by one hand on the back of his head, his head palmed like a basketball. She lifted until she had him secured between her massive breasts. Then she let go until he was fully supported by his head held between them. "Now, let's see what I can do," she said. She reached around him, until he was in a bear hug, though she didn't grab her arms; she kept her arms down so they ran along his back. Then she wrapped her legs around his lower half. She held up so that she stood his body fully surrounded by hers. Then she flexed her legs. It wasn't a quick flex; it was slow, gradual. She could feel the muscles expanding, her ass squeezing closed and her quads expanding out. She applied more pressure. She could feel the man screaming into her chest, howling in pain as her legs grew bigger and bigger. Then the first bone popped. She listened and she continued to hear more and more break, and shatter. Muscles ground together into bone and mushed together. She felt like she was still just exploring how much her muscles could expand when she felt the cool rush of his skin bursting, releasing the pulp of muscle and bone from his lower body making the man not have anything left below the waist. Then she started expanding her arms. This time she could watch as the large melons of her biceps grew bigger and bigger. Now she saw the large curvature of her triceps, the long lines forming between the strenuous muscles. She watched as they grew. Entrapped, she watched until a sudden burst and they were covered in red goo. The man was long dead; she hadn't known when he had stopped screaming. His head was still unmolested in her chest, but the rest of him was a red pulp that hung from it, just threads hanging from his spinal cord. Casually she flexed her massive pecs and watched as the man's head too exploded, leaving the front of her covered in gore that the rain beat down on, and started to wash away. Of course, the homeless man's coat was in tatters now, hanging off her large expanded muscles. She hadn't even noticed as it had started to rip. She was going to have to get him a new one. She looked around for him. He was still unconscious on the ground. That was probably good. She hoped he hadn't just seen what she had done to that guy. He was nice; she didn't want him to be afraid of her. The other two guys were gone. She guessed they weren't as dumb as she thought they were. She might try to find them later. She still needed to find clothes. She still needed to figure out who she was and what happened to her. She didn't know what was going on, but at least one thing was for sure, she now knew just how strong she was. The rest of it, well, that would get figured out. She doubted too much could stop her from finding it out. To be continued.