*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

The relentless shrieking of a digital alarm clock pierced the dry winter air. Chloe Gallowitz moaned dejectedly as her hand automatically groped for the wretched noisemaker’s “off” button. After unsuccessfully fumbling around the surface of the device, she repeatedly and viciously slapped the clock until the racket ceased. Desperately, the girl pinched her large thigh, hoping to awaken herself from a terrible nightmare. Feeling the sharp pain of her fingernails digging into her skin, Chloe concluded that her worst fear had come to pass: Monday morning had returned.

Once again, the girl groaned miserably. Although she had woken up at 4:30 AM every day for the past 13 years, Chloe still suffered from extreme grogginess every morning. She lazily sat upright, tossed aside the heavy black duvet covering her thickly-muscled legs, and swiveled on her bed, planting her feminine feet on the carpeted floor. After inhaling deeply through her nose, Chloe mustered her energy and stood erect. Prompted by a cold draught, her pink nipples followed suit. The girl had slept naked ever since the age of four, when she learned how to remove the pajamas that her parents forced her to wear to bed. Chloe briefly tweaked her hard nipples, sandwiching each one between the thumb and index finger of its respective hand. The electric jolt of sexual pleasure never failed to help her wake up.

The girl flipped a switch on the wall, and light flooded her room. Chloe’s bedroom seemed rather typical, as far as 18-year-old girls’ bedrooms were concerned. Neon blue paint covered the walls, which were adorned with posters of various popular musicians. The door, which stood in a corner of the room, was shut and locked, naturally. Beside the door was an ornate chest of drawers, and adjacent to that, in another corner of the room, rested a full-length mirror. The adjoining wall boasted a spacious closet, which contained dresses, skirts, jackets, shoes, belts, and any other apparel that couldn’t be shoved into one of the dresser’s many cavities. Centered along the wall opposite the chest of drawers was Chloe’s queen-sized bed. A night table rested on each side of the bed, and upon each table sat a small lamp. The final wall was, perhaps, the most unusual. This wall sported a dozen rows of mahogany bookshelves. The mandatory romance novels were, of course, present, but in surprising company. Chloe owned at least two dozen biographies of athletes in various fields, as well as what appeared to be every book about bodybuilding ever penned. She also possessed numerous tomes dedicated to nutritional and exercise science, in addition to myriad works describing the martial arts of Judo, Tae Kwon Do, Muay Thai, Jiu-Jitsu, and Krav Maga. The crown jewel of this collection, however, was a large, leather-bound scrapbook. The thick portfolio contained hundreds of pictures of dancers, gymnasts, and circus performers. Nearly a quarter of these photographs portrayed Chloe herself.

In spite of her unremarkable wardrobe and temperament, Chloe Gallowitz was no ordinary high school senior. She had dedicated two-thirds of her life to the pursuit of athletic greatness, and by even the most critical standards, she had already achieved that goal. Chloe’s fitness journey, however, had humble beginnings. At the age of five, the girl’s stature was average, at 3’6”. Meanwhile, she weighed in at an alarming 58 pounds, in the 99^th percentile for girls her age. Soon after the family pediatrician warned Mr. and Mrs. Gallowitz of their daughter’s morbid obesity, the couple enlisted Chloe into a local swim team. For the young girl, the first year was utter torture. She screamed in protest every morning, sobbing miserably as her parents dragged her to the aquatics center for practice. Even after she entered the water, her tears continued to flow. The team’s coach, an unattractive, androgynous, forty-something woman, relentlessly hounded Chloe, going so far as to insult her in front of the other children. This shockingly cruel treatment produced an even more shocking outcome: Chloe got hooked.

By her sixth birthday, Chloe had shed 20 pounds of fat. Mr. and Mrs. Gallowitz, pleasantly surprised by their daughter’s progress, gave the young girl permission to drop the sport. To their amazement, she refused, asking instead to adopt an additional one. Thus, the couple enrolled their young daughter in gymnastics. For a few months, Chloe struggled, as she developed muscles never used in swimming. However, the girl enjoyed the struggle this time around; she loved the fatigue and burning sensation produced by intense exercise. Therefore, when she grew accustomed to the movements of gymnastics, and no longer experienced intense fatigue, Chloe demanded another sport to further challenge her body. She found that challenge in martial arts. Although the girl possessed considerably more than the necessary strength and flexibility, the mechanics of fighting initially baffled her. Within six months, Chloe could spar competently, but years of practice ensued before she could fight masterfully.

When she entered middle school at age 11, Chloe still possessed an average height of 4’11”, but her weight was once again significantly higher than that of most girls her age; Chloe was 125 pounds of pure muscle. She had competed nationally in all three of her sports and once again began to feel restless. Her parents were at their wits’ ends: What other sports could a tweenage girl possibly enjoy? Fortunately, they didn’t have to look any farther than their front door. As Mr. Gallowitz left for work one September morning, he nearly trampled a flyer laying at the doorstep. The page announced the grand opening of a circus school with classes for children and adults of all ages. Thus, a solution to his daughter’s problem hit Mr. Gallowitz like a slap on the head. That weekend, Chloe’s parents visited the school, called “Cirque-Shop,” with their daughter. The sight of acrobats climbing trapezes, aerial silks, and vertical poles mesmerized the girl, who commenced her study on the following Monday.

Chloe enjoyed all athletic activities, but her feeling towards the circus arts was nothing short of love at first sight. Finally, here was a sport that could never grow old! Chloe never felt at home in the water or on the balance beam like she did in the trapeze’s cradle and the silks’ tight embrace. Thus, the girl knew before she graduated middle school that her lifelong passion would be aerial dance.

Alas, the bliss of this discovery was soon tainted by middle school drama. The lone negative side effect of Chloe’s athleticism was the stunted growth of her womanly attributes. By the beginning of the spring semester of sixth grade, nearly all the girls in Chloe’s class had begun to develop breasts. Chloe, on the other hand, was still flat as a pancake. Naturally, this did not escape the attention of her classmates, who mercilessly ridiculed the girl. This emotional harassment deeply hurt Chloe. The girl buried her suffering underneath increased devotion to her athletic career. Chloe trained harder than ever before, dedicating nearly 40 hours per week to swimming, gymnastics, martial arts, and acrobatics. Although this certainly didn’t help her in the tit department, it did guarantee that her body was in near-superhuman condition when she graduated middle school. Thanks to an eighth-grade growth spurt, Chloe stood above most of her female classmates during the ceremony at 5’6”, and her rock-solid muscles afforded her a weight of 150 pounds.

During the summer before high school, Chloe trained 10 hours every day. The intense exercise brought constant visible and tangible improvements to her fitness, but did nothing to augment her breasts. The girl’s frustration grew with each passing day that her chest did not. The thought that she would start high school with no breasts terrified Chloe, who cried herself to sleep every night. Her lack of development tortured her to the point that she considered suicide.

Fortunately, fate once again smiled upon the girl two weeks before the start of the semester, when students had to register for their classes. The school required freshmen to enroll in a physical education course. While browsing the catalog, Chloe stumbled across an item that piqued her interest: weightlifting. Always seeking another activity to challenge her body, the girl eagerly signed up for the class.

Chloe began to research weightlifting the moment she arrived home. She found a handful of online forums dedicated to the sport and absorbed copious amounts of information from them. As much as Chloe adored swimming, gymnastics, martial arts, and acrobatics, these activities no longer induced the muscle soreness and fatigue that she desperately craved. According to the Internet weightlifting community, pumping iron could deliver this pain on a daily basis, even to a fitness veteran. Chloe’s excitement at this prospect overwhelmed her and evicted her previous insecurity.

On her first day of high school, Chloe leaped out of bed and effervescently completed her morning routine. Ordinarily, she would have traveled to the aquatics center to complete a demanding, two-hours-long swimming regimen; on this particular day, however, the girl forwent this triviality to retain all her energy for her first weightlifting class. Chloe donned a pair of black nylon shorts that snugly clung to her spherical ass cheeks, as well as a pink tank top that left her thickly-muscled arms and shoulders in plain view of those she encountered. She completed the outfit with a pair of cotton athletic socks and a set of neon blue tennis shoes. Satisfied with her wardrobe decision, Chloe proceeded to spend the next hour perfecting her hair and make-up.

Chloe’s neighborhood, in close proximity to the school, was one of the last stops on the bus route. Thus, the girl finished her preparations 15 minutes before the bus arrived. Skipping her morning swim had left Chloe’s body restless and starved for physical activity, so she decided to pass the time waiting for the bus by doing push-ups. To add some much-needed challenge to the task, Chloe executed the movements with her 50-pound backpack strapped to her back. In the quarter-hour before the bus’s arrival, she easily managed 600 push-ups. Although the mini-workout barely shortened Chloe’s breath, it created a noticeable pump in her bare triceps.

Hearing the diesel engine approach, Chloe bid farewell to her parents and walked out the front door of her house. As she boarded the bus, the girl noticed more than a dozen familiar faces – namely, the classmates who had mocked her in middle school. Most of these girls sneered at Chloe as she passed; one of them whispered “trannie” into a friend’s ear, and the duo giggled malevolently. Chloe held her head high; she had already decided not to let her would-be antagonists ruin her day. The girl also noticed a great deal of stares from the male students on the bus. This was nothing new, of course, as Chloe’s athletic body always attracted gawking when she wore revealing clothing. Most of the boys appeared disgusted, while others wore expressions of respectful admiration. A few, however, ogled Chloe in a completely foreign manner, conveying an emotion she didn’t recognize. Boys have never stared at me that way before. What the hell are they thinking?

Chloe found a seat on the back row of the bus and rode silently to school. Seeing her former bullies had shaken her more than she would have liked to admit, but she refused to let the experience stamp out her excitement for the upcoming weightlifting class.

After unremarkable first and second periods, the moment Chloe had been anxiously awaiting for a fortnight arrived. A short, buff, 28-year-old Army veteran introduced himself to the class, which consisted almost entirely of boys, as “Mr. Kilmer.” He informed the students that they would spend their first weightlifting session completing a simple arm workout. Kilmer began by demonstrating all the movements to be used that day: dumbbell biceps curls, triceps pushdowns, hammer curls, and lying triceps presses. After spending 10 minutes carefully describing the proper technique of the moves, Kilmer instructed the class to begin.

The students approached the dumbbell rack, which held weights ranging from 5 to 100 pounds, in 5-pound intervals. Most of the boys opted for a set of 15 pounders, while three of them grabbed pairs of 20s. Zach, the biggest and most muscular boy in the class, settled for 25s, while Julia, the only other girl present, meagerly picked up a 5-pound set. Chloe chose last, and, not wanting to be outdone by anyone, including Zach, selected two 30-pound dumbbells. As his pupils began to curl, Kilmer navigated the room, zig-zagging through the mass of students and handing out constructive criticism. Chloe commenced the exercise, aiming for 8-10 repetitions as the instructor had advised. However, by the 20^th curl, the girl felt no fatigue and mentally noted to choose a heavier weight for the next set.

Chloe was unable to immediately proceed to the pushdowns, as there were more students than pushdown machines. Queues 2 students long formed behind the machines. Chloe found herself in line behind Zach. When his turn came, the large boy set the resistance to 40 pounds and, with considerable effort, achieved 7 reps. Chloe decided to up the ante considerably and adjusted the resistance to 80 pounds. Her diamond triceps nearly popped out of her skin as she completed 12 reps with impeccable form; Zach, still red-faced and panting, turned away in shame.

Based on her experience with the regular curls, Chloe selected 55-pound dumbbells for the hammers. Zach, she observed, had stepped down to a pair of 20s. The additional 25 pounds increased the difficulty notably, but Chloe still managed to grind out 10 reps with the efficiency of a well-oiled machine. Each curl caused Chloe’s impressive biceps to swell and form a well-defined peak. The thick veins bisecting the girl’s arms appeared to rise further above her smooth, tanned skin with each repetition. The combined pump of her biceps and triceps brought the circumference of Chloe’s arms to 13 inches.

For the final exercise, nearly all of the students picked weights in the 15- to 25-pound range. Chloe, feeling empowered by her previous success and enlarged muscles, chose a pair of 60s. Lying parallel to the floor, she pushed her dumbbells into the air above her, and proceeded to complete 11 presses. Kilmer, who had just finished correcting the form of a short, ginger boy, turned his attention to Chloe in time to watch her final three reps.

“Good Lord, child!” he exclaimed, mouth agape. “60 pounds? Do my eyes deceive me?”

“No, sir,” Chloe replied bashfully.

“How many reps you get?”

“Eleven, sir.”

“So you must have been lifting for quite some time, correct?”

“No, sir, this is my first time.”

Kilmer jerked backwards, as though struck by a heavy object.

“Then how on earth did you manage that?” the man inquired after partially regaining his composure.

“Well, I’ve been an athlete in various sports for 8 years,” Chloe explained.

“Ah. I see.” He paused. “On the next set, try the 65s; you’re shooting for eight to ten reps, remember,” he instructed, unable to think of any way to further convey his astonishment.

Chloe sighed deeply as the man briskly strode away. She’d expected, of course, to be stronger than any of her classmates, but she had never anticipated dumbfounding the teacher with her physical prowess. After another deep exhale, she repeated the circuit 3 times, recording the weights and repetitions of each exercise in her notebook, as instructed:

· Set 1:

o Curls: 30 lbs x 20

o Pushdowns: 80 lbs x 12

o Hammer Curls: 55 lbs x 10

o Lying Presses: 60 lbs x 11

· Set 2:

o Curls: 55 lbs x 10

o Pushdowns: 90 lbs x 10

o Hammer Curls: 60 lbs x 8

o Lying Presses: 65 lbs x 10

· Set 3:

o Curls: 60 lbs x 8

o Pushdowns: 100 lbs x 7

o Hammer Curls: 60 lbs x 7

o Lying Presses: 70 lbs x 8

· Set 4:

o Curls: 60 lbs x 7

o Pushdowns: 95 lbs x 8

o Hammer Curls: 55 lbs x 7

o Lying Presses: 65 lbs x 8

By the end of the class, all the students were red-faced, drenched with sweat, and panting heavily – with the exception of Chloe, of course, who showed no signs of exhaustion. In fact, the only evidence that the girl had just completed an intense workout came from her swollen biceps and triceps, which easily measured 14 inches around.

Ha, I’ve come a long way since then. Chloe smiled as she sentimentally reminisced her first day of high school. Still nude, she sauntered towards the mirror in the corner of her room. Since her first weightlifting class more than three years before, Chloe’s arms had grown significantly. She flexed her rock-hard biceps and triceps, which now boasted a circumference of 16 inches with no pump; an hour of heavy lifting could inflate them to 17 inches.

Three years of lifting had also enlarged Chloe’s statuesque legs. She rotated her body to face the mirror obliquely and stood on her tip-toes. Her 17-inch split diamond calves flared under her skin. With the proper provocation, Chloe’s calves could swell to a monstrous 18.5 inches.

After scrutinizing her lower legs, Chloe turned her attention to her 22-inch quadriceps. She extended her right thigh towards the mirror and flexed mightily, awakening the mountain of muscle residing on her femur. The girl tilted her outstretched leg side to side, amusedly observing the motion of the small shadows cast on her skin as a result of extreme muscle striation. Fully pumped, Chloe’s quads boasted a whopping 24 inches of circumference – the same as her waist.

Chloe’s midsection, like the rest of her body, was incredibly well-defined. Staring at her tummy in the mirror, she contracted her eight-pack abs. The deep lines separating the bricks of muscle darkened, and slender veins materialized just above her waist. Chloe absentmindedly stroked the valleys in her abdomen with a crimson fingernail. Slowly, her hand ascended her torso, pausing once it reached her sternum.

The most profound change Chloe’s body had experienced since her freshman year was, surprisingly, not muscle-related at all. In the summer preceding her senior year, Chloe’s breasts exploded, growing from paper-thin mosquito bites to large, spherical, perky melons almost overnight.

She cupped her 38DD breasts in her slender hands, massaging them gingerly. Well it sure as hell took them long enough to get here, but they definitely made up for lost time with superb quality! Chloe smiled, revealing two pearly-white rows of teeth just as perfect as her body. She’d never forget strutting down the long corridors of her high school on the first day of her senior year. On that day, for the first time in six years, Chloe’s gait embodied confidence. Boys in the hallway stared at the girl’s huge tits as she approached them, and the sway of her 38-inch ass mesmerized them as she walked away. Yes, Chloe had thought, boobs are great!

As if the breasts themselves weren’t enough, Chloe soon discovered that her rock-solid pectoral muscles afforded her some fascinating abilities. Namely, by tightening the thick muscles in her chest, the girl could significantly raise and converge her assets, perfectly simulating the effects of a push-up bra. Chloe employed this “cleavage-on-demand” feature every time she talked to a boy. Watching men stumble over their words as they gawked at her divine bust aroused the girl ineffably.

Additionally, whereas a prolonged contraction of her pecs augmented Chloe’s cleavage, a short squeeze caused her tits to bounce. Whenever she caught a boy admiring her from afar, the girl would lock eyes with him, smile seductively, bite her luscious lower lip, and pop her pecs as many times as necessary to make the voyeur drool. After reducing her admirer to a slobbering heap of sexual arousal, Chloe would complete the sequence with a provocative wink, then turn away and go about her business.

Presently, standing in front of her mirror, Chloe flexed her pecs and watched, entranced, as her breasts defied gravity and formed a deep valley of cleavage. After observing this phenomenon from a few different angles, Chloe relaxed her chest and viewed her bust descend slightly to its resting position. She then gave a few quick squeezes of her pecs, noting the way her breasts jiggled as they rapidly rose and fell. It’s a damn shame these tits came so late; they’re fun as hell to play with!

The sudden growth spurt that had inflated Chloe’s breasts had also given her a few more inches of height. At 5’10”, she towered over all of her female classmates. Looking at Chloe’s tall, slender figure, one might have guessed her weight at 140 pounds. However, thanks to her dense muscles, Chloe was much heavier than she appeared, weighing in at 175 pounds.

Having satisfactorily inspected the front of her body, Chloe turned around to subject her posterior side to the same scrutiny. She gathered her wavy, waist-length, chestnut hair, which obscured her view, into one hand and tossed it forward over her right shoulder.

The muscles covering Chloe’s back possessed just as much bulk and definition as those on her anterior plane. The girl turned her head to look into the mirror. A maze of deep lines sprawled across the entirety of her back. She curled her arms and dug her fingers into her deltoids, which were larger and firmer than baseballs. She swayed her wide hips back and forth, observing the dimples above her globular ass cheeks.

The hardest, densest muscles on Chloe’s body were undoubtedly her bowling-ball glutes. Her ass, normally 38 inches around, could achieve a circumference of 40 inches when fully pumped. One afternoon in the previous summer, the girl had decided to take a stroll through her backyard. A lone walnut tree occupied the yard. Chloe had often gathered the fallen nuts to enjoy as a protein-rich snack. On this particular afternoon, as Chloe sat in the shade of the tree, lazily munching on the kernels, her nutcracker broke. For a few moments, she stared longingly at the uncracked walnuts. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her: Surely, with my superhuman strength, I don’t need a silly little nutcracker!

Eager to test her hypothesis, Chloe grabbed the particularly stubborn nut that had defeated her nutcracker. She centered it in the palm of her right hand, and closed her fingers around it. She began to squeeze hard.

A loud crack! penetrated the air as Chloe easily demolished the hard shell. Entertained by her discovery, the girl quickly broke open a half-dozen more nuts in this fashion. She then wondered how many different ways she could crack walnuts with nothing but her body.

The next method she tested involved placing a nut in the pit of her elbow. She attempted to break the shell by flexing both her bicep and forearm, sandwiching the walnut in between them. The nut was no match for Chloe’s huge muscles and shattered under the tremendous pressure. The girl amused herself by placing a walnut in the crook of each elbow, then flexing both arms to crack two nuts simultaneously.

Chloe alternated between these two techniques of nut-cracking for a half-hour before she thought up a final method to attempt. Chloe quickly shed her denim shorts; a wooden privacy fence circumscribed her backyard, and her parents weren’t home, so she didn’t worry about being seen. The girl lay on her stomach, grabbed a nut, and nested it in the deep ravine separating her enormous ass cheeks.

She had barely begun to tighten her glutes when the nut exploded. The girl turned her head around to collect the nut’s meat, but much to her surprise, she saw only a pile of dust where the walnut had previously been. Damn, did I really pulverize that thing? I was barely squeezing! Chloe decided to try this method with two walnuts simultaneously, hoping that the combined resistance would prevent her from obliterating her would-be snack. The results were the same. Thus, the girl continued to add more nuts with each trial, finally settling on seven, the most she could fit into her ass crack.

Even with seven walnuts, however, Chloe had to exercise extreme caution to avoid annihilating the kernels. If she squeezed with any more than 20 percent of her might, she risked reducing the hard nuts to a fine powder.

To complete her morning self-inspection, Chloe, still facing away from the mirror, spread her legs apart slightly and folded her torso forward over her hips, as though she were reaching to touch her toes. With her head nearly touching the floor, Chloe peered into the mirror to examine her striated hamstrings, which were accentuated by the stretch. Satisfied by what she saw, the girl returned to a standing posture and began to prepare for the day.

Chloe donned a pair of neon green, ass-hugging gym shorts and a bright orange tank top with a built-in sports bra that clung to her perky breasts and narrow waist. She chose a pair of teal shoes to complete the alarmingly bright outfit. The girl then proceeded to pack her gym bag with a slick, black racing suit to wear in the pool, as well as some casual clothes to wear to school, and a bag of make-up. Having done so, she checked her backpack to ensure that it contained all of her notebooks and textbooks. At the bottom of its spacious cavity, the bag also held about a dozen bricks, bringing its total weight to approximately 180 pounds. Chloe had packed it thusly to intensify her morning jogs to school. Additionally, the bricks barred the possibility of another student mistaking the bag for his own and making off with it, as none of Chloe’s classmates were strong enough to pick it up.

The girl brushed her teeth, gathered her hair into a long ponytail with a hot pink hairband, put on her backpack, grabbed her gym bag, and headed out the door at 4:45, right on schedule. She leisurely jogged the 1.2 miles to the gym in 10 minutes, uninhibited by the heavy weight on her back. Once at the gym, Chloe stored her bags in the prescribed area and began to work out. On this particular Monday, the girl decided to train her legs and glutes. She started with simple squats. Chloe approached the steel bar on the rack. It was loaded with four 45-pound plates, two on each side, bringing the total weight to 225 pounds. Oh, that won’t do. That won’t do at all. The girl removed the clamps from the ends of the bar and loaded an additional 250 pounds of metal on each side. She replaced the clamps, then situated herself underneath the 725-pound bar. After carefully aligning the bar with her shoulders, Chloe slowly stood up, transferring the burden of the weight from the rack to her sturdy frame. The steel bar sagged and groaned audibly under the immense weight. Chloe carefully took two steps back and began the exercise.

She bent her knees and forced her hips backwards, keeping her spine straight as she lowered her torso. Chloe continued this downward motion until mere inches separated her ass from the floor. The girl then initiated her ascent, engaging her glutes, quads, and core to explode up to the starting position. As they contracted to lift the heavy bar, Chloe’s quadriceps jumped to attention, nearly leaping out of her skin. The convergence of Chloe’s thick glutes created the appearance that the girl’s ass cheeks were swallowing the fabric of her gym shorts. Chloe achieved another 8 reps before re-racking the bar. The exercise had awoken the shallow veins zig-zagging across the tops of her thighs.

To give her quads and glutes some rest, Chloe grabbed a pair of 240-pound dumbbells in preparation for her next exercise: elevated calf raises. Until two years prior, the gym didn’t provide any dumbbells exceeding 120 pounds. At that point, however, Chloe realized that the 120-pounders no longer provided adequate resistance for her godly calves. She brought this complaint to the gym’s manager. Since Chloe was the establishment’s most loyal patron, the man agreed to order a line-up of extra heavy weights. Consequently, the gym now featured dumbbells ranging in weight from 5 to 350 pounds, although no one but Chloe used anything heavier than the 160 pound set.

Chloe approached the wooden box and stood upon it. She favored elevated calf raises because they allowed her a fuller range of motion. Standing on the edge of the box with her heels below her toes, the girl commenced the exercise. With every elevation, Chloe’s calves hardened and vaguely resembled lozenges. Each calf was split by a thick cleft that delineated the boundary between the two heads of the gastrocnemius muscle. After fifty reps, the girl’s calves bulged immensely. The burning sensation in her muscles aroused Chloe; she felt her crotch moisten.

Next, Chloe moved to the hip abduction machine. Like the extra-heavy dumbbells, this machine – in addition to its counterpart, the hip adduction machine – had been ordered just for Chloe. Previously, the gym’s abduction and adduction machines had a maximum resistance of 250 pounds. For Chloe’s colossal legs and glutes, this was child’s play. At the teen’s request, the facility purchased extra-heavy-duty machines that each boasted up to 1,000 pounds of resistance.

Chloe mounted the abduction machine, selected 750 pounds, and spread her legs apart, fighting against the monumental resistance. After 20 reps, the girl stood and ambled towards one of the gym’s many mirrors. Chloe absolutely adored the abduction machine because it specifically targeted the muscles in the exterior faces of her ass. These muscles played a critical role in forming the roundness of Chloe’s cheeks. Facing a direction perpendicular to the mirror, Chloe tilted her ass in a few different angles, admiring the spherical profile of her glutes.

Content with what she saw, Chloe proceeded to the adduction machine. She sat down, placed her legs in the starting position, and set the resistance to 820 pounds. The girl closed her legs, bringing her knees together. She managed 18 superhuman reps. The moment she finished, she rushed towards a mirror to observe her pumped muscles. Chloe’s striated adductors resembled steel cables underneath her skin. As the girl admired her inner thighs, her arousal grew. One day, when a man eats my pussy, I’ll wrap my huge thighs around his head. I’ll flex my strong muscles for him. The more he turns me on, the harder I’ll squeeze him. When he gives me an orgasm, I’ll have to be careful; it would be so easy for me to crack his skull like an egg!

Still fantasizing, Chloe approached the bar she had squatted earlier. For the final exercise in her circuit, she added 75 pounds of weight to each end of the bar. She grabbed the 875-pound bar and gently rested it on the floor. Standing erect, she inhaled and exhaled deeply, then bent over, grabbed the bar, and executed 8 straight-leg deadlifts. Each time Chloe contracted her mighty glutes and hamstrings to lift the heavy bar, she reminisced the summer afternoon she spent crushing walnuts with her ass. Those rock-hard walnuts didn’t stand a chance against my muscles! My ass cheeks are bigger and harder than bowling balls. If a man stuck his cock in between them, I could clench my cheeks and trap him there. I’d make him my slave. I’d make him lick my neck and bite my meaty shoulders. I’d feel his dick throb from arousal as he played with my big muscles. I’d tell him to play with my tits, to pinch my nipples. He would do everything I commanded because if he didn’t, I’d squeeze his cock harder and make him squeal. I would order him to massage my clitoris and to fuck me with his fingers. If he was a good little boy, if he obeyed every order, then I would thank him. I’d use my beautiful glutes to jerk him off. But if he was naughty… if he was naughty, I’d squeeze my ass as hard as I could and do to his cock what I did to those walnuts!

By the time she completed the set, Chloe’s vagina was practically dripping. Fueled by sexual desire, she repeated the entire circuit three times. Her calves and thighs were fully pumped at the end of the workout. Chloe stared at them in a mirror, admiring their daunting size. Her ass, also fully pumped, was stretching the elastic fabric of her shorts to its upper bound. That’s why I can’t wear jeans on leg day: pants that fit me right after the workout would fall off as soon as the pump went down. Thank God for tights!

Drenched with sweat, Chloe entered the locker room at 6:00 AM. Right on schedule! She stripped off all her clothes and stepped into her skin-tight racing suit. The slick black material was designed to minimize drag in the water, but it also called attention to Chloe’s hourglass figure. Unlike the gym, which she usually had to herself, the girl often had to share the pool with about a dozen other early-birds. Thus, she wanted to ensure that all the men present knew, without a doubt, that she boasted the most enticing body they’d ever see. Chloe was still a virgin, and she was by no means promiscuous, but she adored having the undivided attention of all members of the opposite sex.

She approached an unoccupied lane and dived into the water.

At 7:00 AM, Chloe pushed herself out of the pool, feeling refreshed by the cool water. She entered the locker room once more, removed the wet suit, and stepped into a shower. The hot water relaxed her tense muscles. Chloe watched, entertained, as the water droplets rolled down along the lines of her muscles, like rivers flowing through deep ravines. She shampooed her thick mane of chestnut hair, massaging the soap into her scalp to remove any lingering traces of sweat and chlorine. The suds tickled her as they flowed down her muscular back. After rinsing her hair, Chloe grabbed a washrag and rubbed it against a bar of soap. She then lathered her entire body, starting with her slender neck, and working methodically towards her shapely feet. As she covered herself in soap, she began to fantasize once more.

One day soon, I’ll have a man to do this for me. After all, a goddess like me shouldn’t have to bathe herself! That’s a job for a slave… a handsome, sexy, male slave. The problem is that the sight of my toned, curvaceous body, dripping wet, would render most men incapable of anything other than drooling. I need a man with strong character, someone who can rub my sexy muscles without dropping a load. While he washes me, I’ll flex every muscle he touches. I’ll let him feel my hard body come alive under his hands. After he soaps me up and rinses me off, I’ll make him worship me. I’ll make him trace every line in my body with his tongue. He’ll kneel in front of me, like a slave should kneel in front of a goddess, and he’ll kiss my beautiful feet. He’ll suck my toes and lick my ankles. He’ll massage my bulging calves and my giant quads, and then he’ll eat my pussy. My slave will lick the deep valleys in my abs, he’ll cover every line with his saliva. Then he’ll suck on my nipples – my erect, pink nipples. I’ll pop my pecs, and my boobs will jump right out of his warm mouth. I’ll tease him: “What’s the matter, little boy? Can’t keep a titty in your mouth? That’s why you’re not big and strong like I am. You didn’t get enough breast milk as a baby!” I’ll laugh at him while he desperately chases my nipples, but he’ll love it. He’ll love being toyed with by a goddess.

Chloe, who had been massaging her clitoris for some time, moaned, “Oh yes, worship me, little slave boy!”

He’ll kiss my neck, my beautiful, elegant neck. He’ll bite it and suck on it and give me a hickey, and I’ll spank him so hard he yelps like a kicked puppy! He won’t care about the pain, because of his lust, his overwhelming lust for me. He’ll go on kissing my neck, and it’ll drive me crazy. Finally, when I can’t take it any longer, I’ll grab his beautiful face and kiss him – a long, desperate, passionate kiss! He’ll wrap his arms around my hard body while he licks my delicious, red lips. His fingers will explore the lines in my back as my fingers run through his wet hair. After I get my fill of his mouth, I’ll pick him up and throw him over my shoulder. I’ll carry him out of the shower and set him down on the cold, tiled floor of the locker room. Then, as he lies on his back with his cock at attention, I’ll mount him! I’ll sit down on his hips and take his dick inside me.

Chloe inserted two of her fingers into her vagina.

After that, I’ll fuck him – I’ll fuck him hard! I’ll rock my wide hips back and forth on top of his body. I’ll dig my fingernails into his bare chest until he bleeds. I’ll ride his cock hard and fast, and he’ll slap my ass. “Did I tell you to spank me, little boy?” I’ll ask him. “You’re gonna pay for that!” I’ll roll onto my back so he’s on top of me. Then, I’ll wrap my arms around his ribs, and I’ll do the same to his hips with my legs. I’ll keep fucking him like this until I orgasm. Overcome by pleasure, my body will tighten. My enormous biceps will squeeze his ribs until they crack, and my huge thighs will break his hips! As he screams in pain, he’ll cum inside me because my strength turns him on so much. He’ll be so aroused by the fact that my giant muscles can snap his bones like toothpicks!

The girl moaned loudly as she climaxed.

At 7:15, Chloe exited the shower stall. She quickly dried herself and donned her school clothes: lacy red panties with a matching bra; thick, black tights that clung to her legs and ass; a white v-neck; a tight, horizontally-striped sweater; and sky blue sneakers. The girl then applied her blood-red lipstick and black mascara. Chloe’s skin was flawless, so she never bothered with any other make-up. After she finished putting on the cosmetics, the girl brushed her long hair and blew it dry, allowing her wavy locks to tumble freely down her back. Finally, she packed her used workout clothes into her gym bag, grabbed her belongings, and set out for school.

Chloe leisurely jogged the 2.5 miles to her high school in 20 minutes. Upon arriving at the campus, the girl tossed her hair over her shoulder and adopted her signature strut. She walked through the institution’s grounds like a model walks down the runway: briskly, confidently, and with swaying hips. As usual, all the male students openly stared at her. Chloe smiled smugly, aroused by the attention. She couldn’t believe that less than a year ago, the boys who now ogled her had been disgusted by her body. They had turned their heads away from Chloe, turned off by her flat chest and narrow hips. Yeah, but now you can’t get enough of me, can you, you stupid motherfuckers? Last year, my muscles were “manly,” but now that I have tits and an ass, they’re sexy? Well, you didn’t want me then, so you can’t have me now! I’ll only give my body to someone who appreciates my beauty the first time he sees me.

After three unremarkable class periods, Chloe strolled through some of the building’s many monochromatic corridors to her 11:00 AM calculus class. After reaching the classroom a few minutes early, she took her usual seat in the third row and waited patiently for the lesson to start. At precisely 11:00, Dr. Nelson, a bespectacled, wiry Chinese man who looked to be about 85, stood behind his desk and greeted the students.

“Good morning. I hope you enjoyed your weekend. Before I dive into the fascinating realm of Riemann sums, allow me to introduce your newest classmate. Leonard, please stand up.”

A tall boy seated in the middle desk of the front row stood up and turned around to face the class. He wore black sneakers, blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and an unzipped dark gray hoodie. A pair of black, square-framed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. He ran a hand through his short, brown hair as he introduced himself.

“Hey, everyone. I’m Leonard Windsor, and I just moved here from Chicago.” His hazel-green eyes darted around the room as he spoke. “I know I’ve already met a few of you, but if we haven’t had the chance to talk yet, I’d be happy to have a chat with you and get to know you a little better.” As he spoke the last few words, he stared at Chloe and grinned.

Chloe returned the smile. Oh my, you’re handsome! Confident, too. How tall are you, Leonard? 6’2”? Such broad shoulders you have! I bet you’re a well-built boy. That’s good. I need someone sturdy, someone who won’t break when I make love to him.

“Thank you, Leonard. I trust all of you will make Leonard feel very welcome here. Now, moving right along to Riemann sums…”

For the next 50 minutes, Chloe took notes as Nelson preached about using summation to estimate the area under a curve. However, despite giving the lecture her undivided attention, the girl succumbed to utter confusion in the first quarter-hour of the class. Leonard, she noticed, seemed to grasp the concepts instantly. He answered all of Nelson’s questions quickly and correctly. An idea formed in Chloe’s mind.

As soon as the bell rang to mark the end of the fourth period, Chloe shoved her notebook into her bag and rushed to the door. She was the eighth person to leave the room; Leonard had been the third. As the mass of students rushed through the hallways towards the cafeteria, the girl kept her eyes glued to the young man.

In the cafeteria, Leonard grabbed a tray and received the mush being passed off as food by the school. Chloe watched from a distance; she always packed her own lunch to ensure that her body received all the nutrients it required. She lingered in the front section of the room until Leonard found a seat at one of the long tables. She tightened her pecs to augment her cleavage, then sauntered towards the young man and sat down directly across from him.

“Mind if I sit here?” she asked.

“Be my guest,” Leonard replied. Chloe extended her hand, and the young man accepted it. As they shook, the girl squeezed firmly. She was pleased to feel Leonard tighten his grip. You have strong hands. Good. You’ll need them when you fuck me with your fingers.

“I’m Chloe, by the way.” She smiled coyly.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Chloe. Have you been at this school long?”

“Yeah, been coming to this dump for three and a half years. The paint job sucks, the food sucks, and the people suck.”

“I don’t know about that last bit. Take you, for example; you seem all right.” He smiled flirtatiously and gazed at Chloe.

“Just all right?” The girl’s emerald green eyes sparkled suggestively.

Leonard chuckled. “Tell me a bit about yourself. What are your hobbies?”

“Anything athletic,” Chloe responded. “I swim, I do gymnastics, I fight, I lift weights. But my favorite thing to do?” The girl leaned towards Leonard, who mirrored the gesture. “Acrobatics.”

“Acrobatics? Like trapezes and stuff?”

“Mm-hmm. Not just that, though. I also do aerial silks, Lyra…” She paused. “Pole dancing,” she continued, raising an eyebrow.

“Well well, sounds like you’re well-versed in the athletic field.”

“A bit. How about you? You look like someone who exercises a lot.”

“I don’t know about that. I try to hit the gym a few times a week, but that’s about it. To tell you the truth, I’m a bit of a nerd. I love computers, always have. I spent most of the last summer cooped up in my room working through some online computer science classes.”

“Aha, so you’re a smarty-pants!” She poked him playfully, and he blushed. “Well, I tell you what, Leonard. I’m having a bit of trouble with calculus, and I’d really appreciate it if you could help me out. Do you have any free time this week?”

“Sure thing! I’m open every night this week, including tonight, if you’re in a hurry.”

Chloe giggled. “Someone’s awfully eager! It just so happens that I’m teaching a pole dancing class tonight. How about tomorrow?”

“Sounds great! When and where?”

“6:00 PM. My place.” Chloe shared her address with the young man, and they continued to flirt for the remainder of the lunch period.

The final three class periods passed as uneventfully as the first three had. Chloe and Leonard shared no classes other than calculus, so she didn’t run into him any more that day. After school, Chloe ran home, changed into her pole-dancing clothes, and jogged to Cirque-Shop. There, she spent an hour and a half warming up on the pole before her students, three middle-aged women, entered the building at 6:30 PM.

“Hello, ladies! My name is Chloe, and I’ll be your instructor today.” The women muttered insincere greetings, distracted by their astonishment at Chloe’s body. The girl was wearing only a magenta sports bra with matching shorts. Consequently, the women stared at her arms, shoulders, and abs, all of which were slightly pumped from her warm-up. A thick vein bisected each of Chloe’s bulging biceps, initiating in her forearms, longitudinally traversing her arms, and terminating at her shoulders. The girl’s deltoids were swollen and striated. Thin, shallow veins criss-crossed her lower abs, disappearing beneath the fabric of her shorts. “If you’re ready, we can go ahead and get started.”

Throughout the lesson, Chloe attempted to initiate friendly chatter with her students, but the women resisted all small talk. Instead, they simply scowled at the girl, who easily executed movements that they could never dream of performing. Jealous bitches. They’re just pissed off that they never had a figure like mine. Well, if they want to be sour, fine. I’ll give them something to be sour about! Chloe ramped up the difficulty of the lesson, challenging the women to complete moves that took years to master. As the chubby old hags panted and dripped with sweat, Chloe masterfully danced on and around the pole, making a point of flexing all her muscles. She clung to the pole with nothing but her right arm, engaging the bicep so that it formed a mountainous peak. Then, the girl climbed up the pole, inverted herself, and squeezed the metal rod between her legs. The topography of her quadriceps intensified as the valleys in the muscles grew deeper. Finally, to drive the point home, Chloe grabbed the pole with both hands, placing one about a foot and a half above the other. She then flexed her obliques to lift her feet from the floor and extend her legs away from the pole. The girl’s body was completely straight, forming a line parallel to the floor. To maintain the pose, Chloe tightened every muscle she had. Her gargantuan triceps nearly burst out of her skin; her thick pecs contracted and brought her breasts together; the eight bricks in her stomach looked as though they would leap out of her body; the bowling balls in her ass converged tightly; her giant quads resembled chiseled marble; and her enormous calves appeared sharp enough to slice through glass. After effortlessly holding the flag pose for 30 seconds, Chloe concluded the display by climbing to the top of the pole and dismounting with a backwards somersault.

“Thanks for choosing Cirque-Shop! I hope you’ll come again!” Chloe waved at the women as they limped to their car, red-faced and panting. “Serves you right, you old crones,” she muttered as they drove away.

Chloe spent another two hours at the facility brushing up on her silks and trapeze chops before she locked up and headed home. Although she had to walk through the city alone in the dark, she wasn’t afraid. I’ve defeated dozens of international martial arts champions before. Why should I worry about some street thugs? Hell, I almost wish someone would try to jump me so I could have a little bit of fun. Alas, no one attacked the girl during her stroll.

The following day proceeded in much the same fashion. She woke up early, admired herself in the mirror, headed to the gym, trained her arms and shoulders, masturbated in the shower, went to school, flirted with Leonard during lunch, then endured three more classes before leaving the campus. On this day, however, she didn’t go home; instead, she jogged to the gym. In preparation for her appointment with Leonard, Chloe wanted to pump every muscle in her body. She spent an hour performing a wide array of exercises, using heavy weights to maximize her pump. At the end of the workout, Chloe’s body appeared to be the undiluted essence of raw power. Thick veins sprawled across every square inch of her body. Her enlarged muscles seemed alive, as every movement she made caused them to leap under her skin. Chloe showered quickly and sprinted back to her house in 6 minutes.

At precisely 6:00 PM, Leonard rang the doorbell. “Just a second!” came a cry from inside the house. Moments later, the door opened. Leonard’s jaw dropped. Before him, wearing nothing but a tight, white crop-top and a pair of denim booty shorts, stood the most muscular, curvaceous woman he’d ever seen. Chloe grinned at him.

“What are you gawking at? Come in!” Leonard entered the domicile, nearly tripping over the threshold. “Welcome to my humble abode.” Chloe gestured with a swollen, vascular arm.

“Nice place,” the young man stammered, staring at Chloe’s scantily-clad body.

“Come on, let’s go to my bedroom,” the girl commanded.

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me! Oh, don’t look at me like that – it’s where I study!”

Leonard followed the muscle goddess through her house. He noticed that her denim shorts left quite a bit of her ass uncovered. Her colossal cheeks jiggled with each step she took. The young man’s cock grew erect in his pants.

“Here we are,” Chloe indicated.

“Hmm, cozy,” the young man murmured.

“I like to think so. Shall we begin?”

Leonard removed his backpack and unzipped its largest cavity. He pulled a thick textbook from the bag and laid it on the carpeted floor. He sat down with crossed legs, and Chloe followed suit, sitting down across from him.

“It’s not going to be an issue with your parents that I’m in your bedroom?”

“Relax, you worry-wart. Mom and Dad are at work until two o’clock. Besides, even if they were here, I’m an adult. I can do what I want to do.”

“Gotcha. So where should I start?”

“Take it from the top. Honestly, I haven’t understood a word Nelson said since the very first class.”

“All right, that means we need to talk about limits.”

After 20 minutes of tutoring the girl, Leonard, who had his face buried in the textbook, noticed a strange movement in his peripheral vision. He looked up at Chloe’s breasts, which appeared to have been the source of the disturbance. No, that can’t be right. He turned his attention to the book once more and continued his explanation. A few seconds later, he noticed a similar disturbance. Once again, he looked towards the girl’s breasts. Hmm, they’re big and perky as hell, but I don’t see how they could–

Chloe’s bust bounced suddenly. Leonard tilted his head, perplexed.

“Something wrong?” Chloe asked, feigning innocence.

“Um, no, I just thought I saw–”

Her breasts jumped again.

“Um, Chloe, are, uh, are you… okay?”

“Leonard, if something’s bothering you, just say it.”

“Well, um, your… uh, I just thought I saw–”

Once again, Chloe’s breasts suddenly bounced, then jiggled as they returned to their resting position.

“Chloe, your boobs are bouncing!”

“Oh, you mean that?” The girl’s chest danced again. “Oh, that’s nothing, Leonard. When I squeeze my pecs, my tits just… jump.” She smiled, then popped her pecs again. “What’s the matter? Don’t like it?”

“It’s just that, well… I’ve never seen anything quite like that before. That’s all.”

“Oh sweetie, that’s nothing. If you like to watch my tits dance, then you’ll love this.” Chloe’s breasts bounced up once more, but this time, they didn’t fall back down. Her cleavage had deepened, and her breasts appeared to be higher and firmer than they had been a moment ago. “You see, that’s what happens when I squeeze my pecs and hold it. Other girls have to wear push-up bras to do that, but me? I can do it with my muscles.”

Leonard was silent.

“Do you want to know what else my muscles can do, Leonard? I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been staring at them nonstop since you got here.”

“W-we’re s-s-supposed to b-be st-studying, Chloe.”

“Shh,” the girl hissed, placing a finger on Leonard’s lips. “I’ve grown awfully tired of studying limits, Leonard. I want to study you. However, it wouldn’t be fair of me to do that without your permission, so I’ll make a wager with you. Let’s wrestle: if you win, you can do whatever you want to do with me. You can strip off all my clothes and touch me all over. You can tell me to suck your cock, and I’ll do it. You can fuck me in the ass if you want to, or you can simply tie me up naked and leave. But if you lose… if you lose, Leonard, I get to make you my plaything. Of course, if you don’t want to make the bet, we can always go back to those boring old limits. Your choice, my dear.”

Leonard paused to contemplate his options. Well, I know I’ve got at least four inches and 50 pounds on her… but she has martial arts experience. Plus, her muscles are huge! Even so, I’m a pretty buff guy. She might be strong by girl standards, but there’s no way she could be stronger than me… right? Hmm, a girl like this telling me that I can have my way with her if I just beat her at wrestling? Ah, I get it! She isn’t even going to try to win! She’s just going to pretend to fight to get me fired up and in the mood. Well, what kind of idiot would refuse that deal?

“All right, Chloe. You’re on!”

“Just what I’d hoped you’d say! Come on, there’s a spot in the basement that’ll be perfect for this!”

After they made it to the basement, Leonard shed his long-sleeved shirt and shoes, so that he wore nothing but a tight v-neck and blue jeans.

Chloe purred at him. “Oh my, little boy! You have pretty muscles, too! Almost as big and pretty as mine!”

The two teens lowered themselves into a wrestling stance.

“Ready?” Chloe asked.

“Bring it on!” Leonard thumped his chest, and the match began.

The teens strafed sideways, facing each other and describing a circle with their motion. After moving through about a quarter of this circle, Leonard charged Chloe. He knocked the girl onto her back and sat on her hips, pinning her down. She tried to throw him off with her arms, so he grabbed her elbows and pushed them to the floor. “Come on, Chloe, is that all you got?”

Oh no, Leonard. You haven’t even had a taste of it yet. I could’ve knocked you out before you charged me, but where’s the fun in that? I have to see what you’re capable of, first. See if you’re worthy to be my slave.

Chloe placed her hands on the young man’s chest, pretending to struggle against him. Oh my, you have some very nice pecs, Leonard. I can’t wait to dig my fingernails into them. With a loud groan, Chloe pushed her opponent off her hips and quickly returned to her feet.

Okay, Chloe, you got me off once. Let’s see you do it again!

Leonard growled and charged at Chloe once more. This time, the girl deftly stepped aside and shoved the young man as he shot past, sending him rolling onto the floor. She quickly mounted him before he could regain his footing. Sitting on his hips, Chloe grabbed Leonard’s biceps and pinned them to the floor, just as he had done to her. Yes, Leonard, your biceps are lovely, too.

The young man struggled against her for a while. Eventually, he gathered enough leverage to roll over, reversing the situation. I’ve got you now!

Enough of these games. It’s time for me to take you, Leonard! Chloe wrapped her thighs around the young man’s waist and began to squeeze. Leonard started coughing as the girl’s legs expelled all the air from his lungs. Desperately, he pushed against Chloe’s knees in an attempt to force them open. Much to his surprise, it worked. He leaped backwards and found his footing.

This time, Chloe initiated the charge. She feinted towards Leonard’s right side; he took the bait. Just as the young man prepared to catch the girl, she shifted her weight directed the attack at his left leg. Leonard fell forward onto his stomach. Before he could catch his breath, he felt a pair of hands grab him and roll him over. Fast as lightning, Chloe descended on him, resting her huge ass on his sternum and her enormous thighs around his head. She began to squeeze her legs together, and Leonard gasped for air.

“Shh, sleep little boy. Mama’s got plans for you.”

When Leonard awoke, he was lying on his back, naked. He tried to move, only to realize that his limbs were bound to Chloe’s bed frame.

“Chloe?” he moaned into the room, which was illuminated by a sole candle. “Are you here?”

“Of course I’m here, silly boy” the girl responded from the darkness. “Surely you didn’t think I’d leave before I collected my reward?”

“How did I get up here? I passed out in the basement.”

“Come on, Leonard, you’re supposed to be smart! I carried you up here, took off your clothes, and tied you to my bed.”

“How did you carry me up all those steps?” The young man’s eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness, and he could see the silhouette of a woman sitting in the corner of the room.

“Oh, sweetie, you really don’t realize what I’m capable of, do you? Don’t worry; we’ll fix that soon enough.”

The figure rose from her chair and stepped towards him. As she came into the candlelight, Leonard was able to identify Chloe’s features. He also noted that she was wearing nothing but a lacy black thong and a matching bra.

“Leonard, I’ve spent years fantasizing about what I want to do to a man. Many of those things, I’m going to do to you tonight. Some of them, however… Some of them would hurt you. Badly. I don’t want to hurt you, Leonard, because you’re sweet, and I like you. But I do want to show you how strong I am, so you’ll be in awe of me and worship me like a goddess. That said, I brought some snacks!” Chloe bent over and picked up a watermelon, two apples, and a handful of walnuts. She placed them at the foot of the bed, between Leonard’s open legs.

“Since you already got a taste of my thighs, we’ll start with the watermelon. Tell me, Leonard: when I knocked you out with my legs, did you feel like I was squeezing you hard? I mean, did you think that I was squeezing you as hard as I possibly could?”

“Yes,” Leonard whispered.

“Ah, you see, Leonard, that’s where you’re wrong! I was actually barely squeezing at all. I can understand your mistake, of course, but I want to show you just how wrong you are.” Chloe grabbed the watermelon and placed it between her massive thighs. “Now, my dear, I want you to watch this watermelon very closely, because it’s the only one I have. If you don’t get the message, I’m afraid I’ll have to use one of your body parts for my demonstration.”

Leonard stared intently at the melon.

“Ready?” Chloe’s quads flared in the candlelight as she began to close her legs. Almost instantly, her thighs slapped together as the watermelon exploded, throwing bits of rind and juice all over the room. “Now, Leonard, I’m sure you noticed, but even that wasn’t really a challenge for me. Can you imagine what would have happened to your head if I had squeezed it with all my might? You wouldn’t be here, and I’d have an awful mess to clean up! Do you understand?”

“Yes.” What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Chloe grabbed the apples, taking one in each hand. “Do you like apples, Leonard? I love them. Not only are they a delicious treat, but they are a wonderful tool for demonstration as well. Let me show you what I mean.” The girl placed one of the apples in the nook of her left elbow, and then she placed the other into her right elbow. “How big do you think my biceps are, Leonard? You got a pretty good look at them earlier. Make a guess.”

“I don’t know, maybe 15 inches?”

“Not bad,” she chuckled, “not bad at all! They’re 16 inches, Leonard. 17 after a good workout. And would you believe that I can curl 160-pound dumbbells? That’s a lot of weight, my dear! There’s a very buff man who works out at my gym, and even he only curls 80 pounds. How about that, huh? I, a teenage girl, can curl more weight than a male bodybuilder! But I’m not here to tell you about my biceps, Leonard. I’m here to show them to you. Watch these apples closely.” Chloe flexed her 16-inch biceps and brought her forearms towards them. In a matter of seconds, the apples were demolished, just as the watermelon had been. “Can you believe, sweetie, that mere moments ago, you asked me how I carried you up all those steps? You must feel very silly now, don’t you?”

“Yes, very silly.”

“Good. That means you’re learning. I have one more show for you before the real fun starts. Have you ever eaten walnuts, Leonard?” The young man nodded. “So you know how tough their shells are, right?” Another nod. “Excellent. That means you can fully appreciate this demonstration. Tell me, my darling, have you ever tried to crack a walnut just by squeezing it in your hand? No? Of course you haven’t, because those shells are so hard, cracking it that way must be impossible, not even worth trying. Right?” Chloe grabbed two walnuts, taking one in each hand. “Maybe it sounds impossible to you, my precious little mortal, but to a goddess?” The girl wrapped her fingers around the nuts and squeezed. Several loud cracks filled the air instantly. “Child’s play.”

Chloe smiled at him mischievously for a few seconds before she continued. “My strongest muscles, sweet Leonard, aren’t my hands, my biceps, or even my thighs. My strongest muscles–” She turned around to reveal her tremendous ass. “–are my glutes. Yesterday morning, my sweet little slave, I deadlifted 875 pounds. You can’t even begin to imagine how heavy that is, darling. But for me, it was nothing unusual. You see, Leonard, my ass has always been freakishly strong – even more so than the rest of my muscles. Don’t take my word for it! Watch closely.” The girl nested seven walnuts between her mammoth ass cheeks, and then she clenched them tight. With her ass still contracted, she asked, “What do you think happened to those walnuts, sweetie? You’re a smart boy. You would have seen them if they had gone flying out, so you know that’s not what happened. Do you think I cracked them? Yes? Close, my dear, but no cigar.” As she slowly relaxed her glutes, a pile of fine dust fell from her ass crack. “Have you figured it out, darling? I didn’t just crack those walnuts; I obliterated them. Vaporized. Annihilated. Pulverized. Take your pick. The point is, I destroyed them with hardly any effort. Understand?”

“Yes, Chloe. That was spectacular.”

“Thank you, my sweet, sweet slave. Now, Leonard, I’m going to untie you, but that doesn’t mean you can leave. You still have to fulfill your end of the bargain. I could never hurt someone as sweet as you are, but if you tried to run away from me without making good on your word, then I might not think you’re so sweet anymore. I might even get angry at you. Do you understand why it would be unwise to make me angry, my dear?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good.” Chloe dismantled Leonard’s bonds. He sat up on the bed. “First things first. I have watermelon juice between my thighs and apple juice on my biceps. You will clean me with your tongue.” Chloe stood at the foot of the bed expectantly. Leonard approached her slowly. He bent over to lick her thighs.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Chloe exclaimed. “Is that how a slave approaches his goddess? Kneel before me!” The young man dropped to his knees, quaking with fear. “Good… good… Humble yourself before your queen.” Leonard began to remove the sticky watermelon juice with his tongue. The sweet juice accentuated the savory flavor of Chloe’s smooth skin. Even with his tongue, Leonard could feel the striations in the girl’s muscles. “Yes, clean me, slave. There’s juice in my panties. Take them off.”

Leonard reached towards Chloe’s underwear, but she slapped his hand away.

“With your mouth, silly little boy!” The young man sunk his teeth into the ornate fabric and pulled the garment down along Chloe’s shapely legs. “Good, very good. Now, clean up my pussy!” she commanded. Leonard extended his tongue towards the girl’s vagina, which was dripping with a mixture of watermelon juice and her body’s fluid. The flavor was sweet, like honey. “Hmm, oh yes, baby boy. Make love to Mommy with your tongue.” The young man licked her vagina’s lips with increased vigor. His fear was quickly disappearing, replaced by primal lust. After massaging her lips with his tongue for a few minutes, Leonard shifted his attention to Chloe’s clitoris. “Ohhh, fuck yes!” she moaned loudly. “Eat me, you sexy boy! Eat me like you’re starving!” The young man continued to perform cunnilingus until Chloe’s thighs closed around his head, paralyzing his mouth. Feeling consciousness fade away, Leonard desperately slapped the girl’s gigantic quads. She slackened her grip enough for him to pull away and refill his lungs.

As soon as his vision returned to normal, Leonard once again approached his mistress. He began to lick her stomach, tracing the deep valleys of her abs with his tongue. As he did so, he rested his hands on the girl’s gargantuan ass. Chloe flexed her cheeks in appreciation, letting the young man feel her glutes turn to stone. Leonard continued his ascent until he reached her enormous breasts. After removing her bra, he swirled his tongue around her erect, pink nipples. She moaned. He began to suck on her beautiful nipples, which tasted just as sweet as her pussy. Suddenly, the nipple flew out of his mouth. He looked up at Chloe, perplexed.

“Well, don’t just let it go. Chase after it!”

Leonard obeyed, and took the nipple in his mouth once more. Chloe popped her pecs, and her breast once again flew from the young man’s mouth. This game of cat-and-mouse continued for several minutes, as he desperately clung to her evasive nipples.

Finally, having had his fill of Chloe’s ample breasts, Leonard stood erect and licked the apple remnants from her biceps.

“Oh, you like that vein, don’t you?” Leonard responded by tracing it with his tongue. “Get a load of this, little boy!” Chloe flexed the bicep, causing it to peak. The young man tried desperately to sink his teeth into the mountain of meat, but it was too large. “Oh, poor little baby boy. Mama’s muscles are too big for your mouth!”

Leonard ascended further and kissed Chloe’s neck. “Hmm, I’ve dreamed about this, sweetie. Dreamed about how horny neck kisses would make me. I thought I wouldn’t be able take it for more than five minutes before my desires got the better of me. I see now I was wrong; I can’t take it for more than five seconds!” Chloe scooped up the young man in her arms as though he were weightless and tossed him on the bed. “I’m coming for that big cock of yours!”

She leaped onto the bed and descended on his erect member. Bliss overwhelmed both of them as his cock slid smoothly into her lubricated vagina. They both thrust their hips powerfully, rhythmically. Leonard grabbed her ass and felt it tighten with each thrust; Chloe sank her nails deep into his chest, drawing blood that matched her crimson nail polish. The lovers mercilessly fucked each other until, with an audible moan and a loud scream, Chloe’s orgasming pussy squeezed the cum out of Leonard’s cock.

The next day at lunch, Leonard and Chloe sat across the table from each other again. “You know, Chloe,” Leonard confessed, “I was really terrified of you for a few minutes. I thought for sure you’d kill me if I did anything wrong, or maim me at the very least.”

“Of course I wouldn’t have done that, sweetie. Last night was my first time, too. Even if you had told me that you didn’t want me at all, I wouldn’t have hurt you. I’d have been pretty sad, for sure, but I could never hurt an innocent person.”

Leonard smiled sweetly and extended his hand, which Chloe took in her own. “What about a guilty one? What would you do to him?”

“Hard to say. Depends on what he was guilty of, I guess. Maybe I’d break some bones, but that’s about it. I can’t imagine anyone pissing me off so bad that I’d rip off their limbs or crack open their skulls.”

“I’m glad to hear it. You have to be one of the good guys, Chloe. Because if you were one of the bad guys…” Leonard shivered. “I don’t think anyone could stop you.”

“Probably not. But admit it: that’s part of the reason you find me so sexy.”

“Ah, you see right through me.” The couple smiled and held hands for the rest of the lunch period.

The remaining three days in the week passed similarly. Chloe completed her morning workout each day, endured the tedium of her first four classes, shared lunch with Leonard, sat through another three classes, and invited her beau home for a tutoring session, which invariably transformed into a romantic rendezvous. As the two lovers gained more experience in the bedroom, they learned how to better please each other. Their first sexual encounter had been incredible, but the ones that followed approached divine blissfulness.

“Fuck, Chloe, I swear you get better and better at that every time you do it!” Leonard panted as Chloe licked his semen off her lips.

“What can I say? I’m a fast learner. Especially when it comes to something as fun as sucking your big cock like a lollipop.” The girl nested her face in his pubic hair and planted a kiss there.

“Hmm. Anyway, I’ve got a serious question for you.”

“What’s that?” Chloe asked, situating herself next to him on the bed.

“I want you to meet my parents tomorrow.”

“Really?”

“Of course, honey. I’m proud of you. I want them to know what a fine young woman I’m seeing.”

Chloe blushed. “Aww, you’re too sweet, baby. Well, name the time and the place, and I’ll be there with bells on!”

Leonard revealed his home address to the girl and instructed her to arrive at 7:30 PM. The young man then began to caress Chloe’s body, gently stroking her skin with his fingers. As he touched her arms, the girl flexed them for him, causing her mountainous biceps to explode. He grabbed the bulging muscles and squeezed them, taking note of their rock-hard solidity. “Hmm, don’t do that, sweetie. You’ll get me horny again.”

“Well of course, silly little boy, that’s why I’m doing it.”

“Are you serious? We’ve already gone at it seven times tonight! What does it take to wear you out, woman?”

“Nothing can wear me out.” She bit her lip seductively and mounted the young man.

The following day, Chloe was filled with excitement. I can’t believe he wants me to meet his parents already! He must really like me. She spent most of the day as she would spend any Saturday. Chloe loved weekends because she had no silly obligations like school to distract her from training her body. She began the day with two hours of swimming to warm up her muscles. Then, she spent four hours lifting weights, pushing her body to the limits of its endurance. Next, she traveled to her martial arts school and brushed up on her fighting skills by effortlessly dropping two dozen opponents. Finally, she proceeded to Cirque-Shop, where she danced on the circus equipment for four hours. After arriving home at 6:30, Chloe quickly showered and dressed. She donned an elegant, skin-tight black dress; a golden necklace with matching earrings; and a pair of black stilettos that raised her stature to 6’ and forced her glutes and calves to remain contracted when she walked. Content with her appearance, the girl left her house at 7:00 PM.

The winter sun had already dipped below the horizon, plunging the city into darkness. Chloe didn’t encounter any other pedestrians. After all, only fools walk alone through crowded cities after nightfall. The urban metropolis boasted an abundance of shady characters who preyed on those fools. Chloe, however, had been fortunate; she had walked through the city’s moonlit streets hundreds of times without incident. Somehow, the scum knew not to mess with her. Perhaps it was the way she strutted, confidently and fearlessly. Perhaps it was her imposing stature and muscular frame. Perhaps she had just been lucky. As Chloe strolled past a dark alley, she heard a loud thump and a cry of pain. She turned round to face the source of the noise and witnessed three shadowy figures standing over a fourth, who lay on the ground.

“Is that all you got, you little punk?” the tallest of the assailants shouted, accompanying the question with a swift kick.

“I swear, it’s all I have, search me if you want. Please just let me go.” Chloe recognized the voice; it belonged to Leonard.

“Hehe, here that, boys? The little shit wants us to let him go!” The bandits cackled malevolently. “All right, you little prick, you can go. Straight to hell!”

Chloe saw a flash of light as the ringleader sunk a knife into Leonard’s chest. Overcome with fury, she charged towards the thugs. The skirt of her dress, not designed for running, split along the seams. The two smaller men stood between Chloe and the giant. If I had more time, I’d torture all three of you. I’d kill each one of you slowly, methodically, making you scream as I ripped off your limbs and beat you to death with them. But Leonard’s hurt; I have to finish this quickly and get him to a hospital. The girl reached the thugs before they had time to react to her footsteps. She felt the adrenaline flowing through her body, giving her muscles unprecedented amounts of power. In less than a second, Chloe grabbed the two henchmen by their hair, and, with a mighty contraction of her pecs, biceps, and deltoids, slammed their heads together. The overwhelming force of the impact demolished their skulls, and their heads exploded, sending fragments of bone and drops of blood flying in every direction. The sensation of warm blood splattering on her exposed arms, chest, and face intensified Chloe’s battle rage.

Hearing the unmistakable sound of shattering bones, the giant turned to face Chloe. “What the– you little bitch! You’ll pay for that!” He lunged forward, extending his knife towards the girl. She deftly dodged the attack and quickly responded by grabbing his wrist and squeezing with all her might. A loud crack! wrought the air as Chloe shattered the bone. The knife fell from his hand and produced a grating sound as it impacted the concrete ground. The giant screamed in pain. Darting behind him, Chloe swept his feet off the ground with graceful kick, and he tumbled down, landing on his back. Moving as fast as lightning, she sat on his chest, leaned backwards, grabbed his ankles, aligned his knees with her shoulders, and bent forward. Pulling mightily with her bulging arms, Chloe snapped both of the man’s knees, causing his shins to bend 90 degrees forward.

In a desperate attempt to escape, the giant threw several powerful punches with his uninjured hand. The strikes produced no visible effect on Chloe, whose rock-hard muscles formed an impenetrable suit of armor. Finally, growing impatient, she caught his fist with her palm and closed her fingers around it. Several cracks! resounded in the dark alley as the bones in the giant’s hand were shattered. He blindly threw another punch with his other fist. Chloe caught this one, as well, and began to squeeze it. She slowly increased the pressure on his hands, staring at him as she reduced his bones to dust. When she finally released his enormous mitts, the man could neither move nor recognize them.

Chloe then began to squeeze her massive thighs together, cracking the man’s ribs in the process. He produced inhuman cries of pain as the girl demolished his bones.

“I’d love to stay and get better acquainted,” Chloe growled through gritted teeth as she grabbed the waistline of the giant’s denim pants, “but I’m in a hurry. However,” she continued while ripping the battered man’s jeans apart, “I have just enough time to strip you of your manhood before I kill you. After all, anyone who stabs an innocent, unarmed boy doesn’t deserve to be called a man.” Chloe tore off the giant’s urine-stained boxers with one hand. His now-unconstrained erect member sprang up. “How about that,” Chloe muttered. “True what they say about men, it seems. Only ever think about one thing.” The girl stood and removed her panties. She lifted her dress to expose her bare ass. She quickly sat down on the giant’s hips, and with her right hand, shoved his penis into the divide between her enormous cheeks. Chloe contracted her powerful glutes, and the man screamed pitifully. The girl’s muscles deformed the man’s cock, transforming it into an unrecognizable wad of flesh. Blood seeped from Chloe’s ass crack. Keeping her glutes tightly flexed, she rapidly raised her hips, detaching the man’s cock from his body.

The giant’s squeals no longer resembled any human vocalization. Chloe relaxed her asscheeks, dropping the man's mutilated penis, then leisurely stepped back into her panties as the broken man writhed in pain. The girl squatted before the man’s crotch, admiring her handiwork. She extended a hand towards his scrotum, dug her painted fingernails into his skin, and with a backwards jerk of her arm, removed his testicles.

“I’d love to leave you like this, pathetically screaming as you bleed out, but you’d keep every soul in 5 miles awake until you drew your last. And since the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few…” Chloe sauntered around the man until she stood above his head. She grabbed him by the shoulders and lifted his torso, forcing him to sit upright. The girl sat behind him, wrapping her arms around his chest, placing her biceps in his armpits. She similarly enclosed his waist with her thighs. Chloe intertwined her hands and locked her ankles together. Then, utilizing her biceps, adductors, quadriceps, glutes, and core, she began to straighten her body. The sound of snapping bones and tendons resounded in the dark alley as Chloe stretched the giant’s vertebrae beyond their breaking point.

“Wanna know the ironic bit?” Chloe whispered into the man’s ear. “All this could have been avoided. If you had picked any other sap to rob, I wouldn’t have killed you or your crew. I would have knocked all three of you out before you could throw a single punch, tied you up, and delivered you to the police station with nothing more than a few bruises. Millions of people in this city, but you unlucky morons attacked the only one I’m willing to kill for. Now what’re the odds of that?” With a final, complete contraction of her lethal muscles, Chloe split the man in two, ripping his mangled corpus at the waist. Frail as a sheet of paper. Poor fuckers never stood a chance. The girl gathered the corpses – two headless, one dichotomized – and unceremoniously tossed them into a nearby dumpster. Right where you belong. Rest in pieces, assholes.

After disposing of the thugs’ remains, Chloe rushed to Leonard’s side. She hastily tore off one leg of his black slacks and bandaged his gut wound. The girl was relieved to see that blood had already begun to clot around the narrow gash.

“Chloe, that was…” A coughing fit interrupted Leonard’s sentence.

“Shhh.” Chloe placed a bloody finger on the young man’s lips. “We can talk about it after we get you to a doctor. Rest, my love.”

42-year-old Rebecca Watterson yawned as she drove along the dark street. She sleepily switched her car’s headlights to the high setting, since she didn’t see any other drivers. Damn seedy part of town, she thought, checking to ensure that the vehicle’s doors were locked. Folks are scared to even drive through here after dark, with good reason. Ordinarily, I’d take the interstate home, but after a day like today, I just don’t have it in me to contend with the traffic. God, I can’t believe my new boss! Snobby little twit damn near fired me because I put too much sugar in his coffee! How can a kid be so different from his dad? Craig was always such a gentlemen. 24 years, I slaved by his side to build his business from the ground up; believed in him when no one else did. And how does he repay my loyalty? Making me work under that hell-spawn! Sheesh, if the kid’s anything like his mother, it’s no wonder Craig divorced the bitch. If that brat doesn’t get his attitude in check soon, I’m going to have a long talk with… what the hell?

Rebecca leaned forward and narrowed her eyelids, attempting to identify the figure illuminated by her car’s headlights. A young woman, no older than 20 and covered in blood, stood by the road with her thumb extended. Beside her, a young man of about the same age lay on his back, a bloodstained bandage wrapped around his stomach. Rebecca’s grievances about her employer fled her mind as she halted the car alongside the injured youths.

“Please help us,” pleaded the young woman. Damn, she could be a supermodel, observed Rebecca as she jumped out of her car. Indeed, the girl’s beauty was unrivaled. Her tall, hourglass figure loomed above the older woman’s unremarkable 5’5” frame. Rebecca was certainly comely, especially for a woman her age, but her good looks were simple; plain. The girl, on the other hand, possessed an exotic exquisiteness, amplified by her tanned skin, flowing mane of chestnut hair, ruby red lips, glistening white teeth, and emerald green eyes that twinkled like stars.

“Good God, sweetie, what happened?”

“Please, ma’am, help me get him in the car. I’ll tell you all about it on the way to the hospital.”

5 minutes later, the girl began to speak. “We were on a date. Headed to his house. On the way, some thugs got hold of us. Three of them. The smaller two grabbed Leo and beat him bloody, while the big one tried to have his way with me.” She paused.

“You don’t have to continue if you don’t want to, child.”

The girl raised her hand and waved it through the air, as though swatting an invisible mosquito. “He never got to, though, because at that point, Leo broke free of his assailants. Starting fighting them. The big guy was distracted, so I put a knee in his family jewels. Pushed him off, got up, and went to help Leo. Together, we almost turned the tide of the fight. Broke one guy’s nose, knocked down the other. Then we started to run. But the big one was back in the fight, and angry. Put his knife in Leo’s gut. Thought we were goners at that point. Then, out of nowhere, someone drops to the ground at the far end of the alley. Tells the thugs to let us go, that they’ve breathed their last. So the big guy takes his razor out of Leo, shoves the two of us to the ground, and heads towards the vigilante. Dunno what happened next, ’cause I grabbed Leo and got us the hell out of there. Made it a few blocks before Leo collapsed. I patched him up as best I could. That’s when I heard the screams.” The girl shivered. “Howling like a dying animal. Gave me a cold chill; getting goosebumps just thinking about it.”

Rebecca didn’t see any goosebumps, but she let it slide. Poor girl’s covered in blood, and my eyes aren’t that great. I guess I just can’t see them.

“So, this vigilante, did you get a good look at him?”

“No. All I remember was his voice. Deep, gritty, like a lifelong smoker’s.”

Rebecca nodded pensively. They concluded their journey in silence.

At 10:00 AM the following day, Chloe sauntered into Leonard’s hospital room, garbed in a long, black trench coat that concealed everything between her shoulders and her ankles, and carrying a bouquet of flowers.

“Hm, didn’t have you pegged for a romantic,” the young man mused.

“Plenty of things you don’t yet know about me, my dear,” Chloe replied, placing the flowers on the young man’s bedside table.

Leonard stared pensively at the ornate crystal vase, observing the geometric patterns made by light passing through the green-tinted glass. “Chloe, I’m very grateful that you saved me. But that display… did you have to kill them? And even if you did, did you have to do it so brutally? Make such a gruesome mess out of their bodies?”

“Yes, Leonard, I did. When I saw that you had been hurt, perhaps mortally… I lost it. You’re the first person who’s ever treated me like every woman wants to be treated. You showed me respect as an individual. You valued my femininity. Most men just want to fuck me and move on with their lives. They don’t care about who I am as a person. The ones who do aren’t interested in me sexually. They treat me respectfully and acknowledge my opinions, but they don’t appreciate the sensuality of a strong woman. Some of them are afraid of me, and others simply find my body off-putting. But you, Leonard – you want me, not just as some mindless sex object, but as a friend, and because of that, I love you. Wipe that look off your face, you must have known it for some time now. I love you, and when I believed I might have lost you, I had to make the responsible party pay, in every way I know how. If I’d had more time, I would have made them hurt even more; I would have mangled their corpses to the point that no one would recognize them as humans. Of course I had to kill them, Leonard.”

For a long moment, the young man remained speechless, lost in his thoughts. “You said you’d never do anything like that to a person, not even a guilty person. You said you had no desire to crack skulls or rip off limbs. You told me that–”

“And I meant every word,” Chloe interrupted. “There is only one crime that would drive me to kill, and it was committed by those scumbags last night. Thieves, rapists, murderers – they are society’s responsibility to judge. I’m only interested in capturing them and delivering them to the proper authorities. But anyone who harms you has harmed me, and there’s not a force in heaven nor hell that can save them.”

“I understand, Chloe. Now that I think about it, if our roles last night had been reversed, I would have done the exact same thing you did.” The young couple sat in silence for a long time.

“Well, that’s enough pondering the past for today. Now, we must direct our attention to the future. Did you know that over 13,000 violent crimes are committed in our happy little city annually? Think about it, Leonard – thousands of innocent people wind up in the wrong place at the wrong time, just like you did last night.” Chloe turned away from Leonard, unfastened her trench coat, and pulled an object from one of its pockets. “But unlike you, my dear, those poor, unfortunate souls have no one to save them. Until now, that is.” The girl fastened a strap around the back of her head, then turned to face Leonard, shedding her trench coat as she did so.

Chloe wore a skin-tight, shimmering white leotard. A large, golden circle covered her chest, and upon it shone two bright red letters: “CG.” A matching superhero mask completed the outfit.

“Rest easy, civilian” Chloe commanded in an altered voice, “for the Circus Girl shall vanquish all villains from this realm!” She rested her hands on her hips and turned her gaze skyward as she spoke.

“This is your solution? You’re gonna masquerade around as a superhero and beat up muggers?”

“Leonard, I’m surprised at you!” she scolded in her normal voice. “This is about much more than a few muggers. Sure, I’ll hunt them down, too, but I have my eyes on bigger game. Organized crime runs rampant in this city, and I’m going to put a stop to it!”

“You mean you’re going to single-handedly accomplish a feat that the police have been working towards for almost a century?”

“C’mon, Leo, ever seen a cop do what I did last night? Have some faith.”

The young man sighed resignedly. “Guess I can’t talk you out of it, and I sure as hell can’t stop you. I believe in you, Chloe. Just promise me you’ll be safe.”

“I promise,” she replied somberly, holding the young man’s hand. “Enough chatter, I’ve a job to do.” She removed the mask and donned the trench coat once more. “Rebecca, the nice lady who gave us a lift last night, mentioned to me that her boss hasn’t been treating her with adequate respect. I’m off to have a chat with him. I’ll tell you all about after I’m finished.” With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, Chloe Gallowitz, the Circus Girl, turned, opened the door, and strutted out of the hospital.