Street Fighter
by dmaynard
Story of a young girl that dominates an underground fighting organization - and her amazing transformation.


DISCLAIMER: violence, sex, all "over 18" type of stuff.

The crowd this night was lustful, they wanted blood, they wanted pain, and
above all they wanted to see 'her' give it. The laughable opponent emerged
into the arena, blockcaded by barrells, vans, and wire fence. Dried blood
stained the walls and ground, bits of teeth and jaw were scattered amongst the
concrete. The male strode cockily into the fighting area, accompanied by a
series of boos and cheers. He threw off his robe to reveal a fine body,
hardened by long hours of training, scarred by equally long hours of fighting.
He kicked off his sandals, and adjusted his spandex shorts. Tonight was a make
or break situation for this man, everything was on the line, all because he
would be facing her.

A gate on the far end of the arena opened and the crowd hushed momentarily.
Like a panther stalking its prey, a figure entered the arena cloaked in black,
hooded, barefoot, and standing roughly 6' tall. The crowd began to chant
"Shela", first low, but then building to an awesome cresendo as the figure
undid the black robe. The robe parted to reveal part of a flawless physique,
proportionately sculpted muscle gleamed against the lighting, having been
smeared with oil. The figure then pushed back their hood to reveal a
beautiful, but young face framed by wavy raven hair. The crowd let out a
thunderous roar as the girl pushed off her robe, completely revealing her
fantastic body.

Hardened muscle laced itself over the frame of this imposing girl, her face
the picture of perfect confidence even though she looked no older than 18. A
black halter top hugged her perfect firm breasts, while skin tight stretch
shorts clung to every muscular curve. Hey eyes were lit with an intense green,
a full red mouth smirked at her visibly shaking opponent. She stretched
gracefully, like a cat waking from a nap, her moves fluid and professional,
her musculature rippling and chiseled. She loosened her neck and did some
quick shrugs, eager to get to the action. She pulled a hair tie from her wrist
and pulled back her perfectly black hair into a ponytail. Another man entered
the arena between the two combatants, a tall African man who signaled for the
crowd to settle down.

"You know why you are hear, some for the thrill, some for the money, but
mostly...for her!" he gestured towards Shela, and the crowd thundered their
approval. Shela shot up the crowd's enthusiasm like a drug. She loved the
hype, the attention, but she lived for the combat. "This sorry asshole
standing over here..." he vaugely pointed in the direction of the man "...is
her challenger for the night, he is known as Ashe." Boos and hisses filled the
room with a minimal amount of cheering.

"Its time to get this shit started, no rules, no mercy. Kill or be killed.
When I leave this space, you two do what you do best." The man finished his
speech and started for the exit. Shela finished sizing up her opponent, which
wasn't much. The man wore a false bravado, but it was finally sinking in that
this was one fight he may not walk away from.

When the announcer had left, Shela and her male prey began to circle one
another, each looking for weaknesses, chinks in the armour, anything to gain
an advantage. Shela, being who she was, already knew this one was going to be
snap. Ashe was another story, try as he might he could not see where he could
gain an advantage over the lithe deadly female circling him.

Ashe broke first, growing impatient, and moved in for a hit. Shela, wanting to
give the crowd some entertainment before demolishing him, and simply parried
his blows. The two danced for some time, Ashe actually scoring a punch or kick
but Shela seemed oblivious to his blows, he felt as if she was just toying
with him, falsely building his confidence, which only served to make him more
angry.

He lashed out, Shela took note of his desperate attempts to make contact. She
moved like quicksilver, he was getting tired, and Shela looked as fresh as
ever, nary a drop of sweat. The crowd chanted her name louder, she smiled at
Ashe. Finally, Ashe stepped in with a fient, only to hook his leg around for a
quick roundhouse kick, Shela read him like a book. Deftly she caught his leg
and with one swift movement planted him painfully into the concrete, the
cheering rose even higher.

"Guess its time to start finishing this little game of ours tiger." Shela said
sweetly. Ashe frantically tried to regain his footing but Shela had expertly
pinned him. Her body felt like hot steel pressed up against his skin. He could
feel the taughtness of her muscles, see the sexy manner in which they rippled
across her body. Sadly enough he started to get turned-on, which didn't help
with his concentration.

Quick as light, Shela flipped his body pinning his upper torso under her meaty
legs, while pulling his arm between her thighs. Ashe wailed and kicked but
Shela just continued to smile sweetly as she proceed to seperate his arm from
his shoulder. Ashe cried out in pain which was easily drowned out by the roar
of the crowd. He felt his tendons rip and tear, his bones dislocate from the
pressure she applied. After dismantling his arm she flipped off of him,
grabbing his meekly kicking legs.

"Nice strong legs there you got Ashe, pity to bust 'em all up. But you know
the deal..." Ashe screamed in pain as Shela punched down on his knee brutally
dislocating his leg. While her weakling opponent moaned into the smelly
concrete she ripped some well placed kicks into his mid-section, Ashe felt
several ribs crack by the sheer force she inflicted. The crowd was on its
feet, Shela soaked up the noise, giving the crowd a beautiful flex of her hard
biceps as the whimpering form at her feet shed tears of immense pain.

"Time to end this Ashe..." Shela bent down grabbing the bloody and broken form
of Ashe, her fingers dug fiercely into his flesh, the hard yet voluptuous
curves of her body lifted the brutalized form of Ashe swiftly over her head.
Blood dripped onto her smiling face and rock-hard shoulders as the crowd
screamed its approval and in one quick motion she brought his fragile spine
down onto her robustly muscled leg. Shela felt it snap in several places as
she powered down onto his frame. She flopped the lifeless body onto the ground
and bent over, viciously twisting Ashe's head until she was rewarded with a
prominent crack.

The crowd was on its feet, their maddening sound washed over Shela like a
wave. She power flexed her blood stained biceps watching their golden peaks
push upwards as the announcer re-entered the arena to declare Shela her
victory. She glanced down at Ash's twisted and broken form, blood running from
his open mouth, glazed eyes staring into nothing. She shuddered to control an
orgasm welling up inside her. After basking in the appriciation of her fans
for just a few moments more, she promptly left the arena as two other men
loaded her dead opponent into a body bag.

In the showers Shela peeled off her halter top and shorts and stepped under
the hot streaming water. She gracefully clensed her form of the blood from her
latest kill. She leaned into the steamy shower stall, the water running in
rivlets down her curvaceous muscular form. She heard footsteps.

"Wonderful performance Nancy, as usual." She turned to see, of course, her
manager Bruce. Bruce discovered her when Nancy had run away from home when she
was 16. Nancy had a natural aptitude for fighting, and blessed with an amazing
physique Bruce knew that she would go far. He came up with her arena-name
Shela because it sounded wild and powerful. She liked it well enough.

"Honestly Bruce, where do you find these idiots? I'm undefeated, in both male
and female ladders, I'm starting to grow bored." Nancy turned to let the hot
jets splash against her wide back. Bruce smiled, he was roughly the same
height as Nancy, lean and wiry, with slick blonde hair and preppie clothes. He
was the quintessential rich playboy, more money than he knew what to do with
so he pursued all sorts of esoteric activites around the globe. Sponsoring
'Shela' in the underground fighting syndicate was his latest activity, one
that was very profitable.

"Your rep is really starting to scare all of your would-be opponents. You may
want to consider throwing a couple so as not to completely frighten the
competition." Bruce watched Nancy lather up her incredible body. She smiled,
suggestively swirling the soap around her firm breasts, he involutarily began
to sprout a hard-on.

"I suppose I could do that, I wouldn't want the money well to dry up because
everyone's too chicken shit to face me." Nancy seductively rinsed her finely
muscled body, taking notice of the increased bulge in Bruce's crotch. "If I'm
going to lose, I want to lose to women. So find me some half-way decent
bitches and I'll play along." Nancy shut off the shower and grabbed for a
towel. She walked up to Bruce, steam whisping itself from her hard flesh. He
finally swallowed, saliva running down his dry throat, he was always amazed at
the feelings Nancy could conjure up within him.

"No worries about that Nancy, I'll find them." Bruce assured her.

"Good boy..." Nancy enjoyed playing with Bruce. For all is playboy attitude,
he was a schrewd businessman.

"Ready baby?" From behind Nancy saw a stunning redhead walk up to Bruce. He
turned to smile at his latest conquest. Bruce walked off arm in arm as Nancy
finished drying off.

******

Nancy stowed her share of the winnings in her duffle bag and went out to her
vehicle. It was dusk, and the stars were just starting to appear. She sat
herself down in the BMW and thought for a moment. She began to grow slightly
frustrated with herself, she couldn't decide if she wanted to party the night
away at her favourite round of clubs, or order in a boy toy for her to play
with at the penthouse. Strangely enough her thoughts kept dancing back to
Bruce, bringing along with them some deeply buried feelings. She firmly shut
them out of her mind again and concentrated on having fun.

Nancy went on a clubbing spree, and towards the middle of the evening she
found a toy for her to take home. He was a personal trainer at a local gym,
and even though in prime shape was put to shame by Nancy's tremendous
physique. They groped madly at each other as Nancy took him to her penthouse,
throwing him into the bedroom and tearing at his clothing.

"My god, you are amazing..." the man breathed, as he watched Nancy disrobe.
The dim light bounced off her delectible hard flesh, her firm bosom sensously
rode upon hardened chest muscle, her body rippling with power. Her powerful
musky scent permeated the room as she mounted her toy. The man groaned in
delight as she pistoned herself onto his cock, and fondled her breasts. He
pressed his hands into her musculature, but could barely dent it, and Nancy
rode him like there was no tomorrow.

Her mind still wondered back to Bruce, and most of all, the redhead. The
jealous side of her flamed with anger, because she knew the both of them were
probably fucking the daylights out of each other in his mansion. She shook her
head, "forget about that, make yourself feel good now, fuck that bastard". She
pushed the images of Bruce and the redheaded slut from her mind and proceeded
to fuck her toy harder, harder, and still harder. The man below her actually
began to whince with pain as she fucked with reckless abandon.

"Baby, please, could let up just a bit?" He gasped.

Nancy narrowed her eyes. "Don't even tell me what the fuck to do whimp! You're
lucky I'm even riding your shit!" Anger flared up again within her. She
couldn't believe the nerve of this stupid male mouthing off to her like that,
not to mention Bruce...

Her rage began to melt inside of her like magma, and flow to every corner of
her body. The man beneath her whimpered like a baby, and the mere sound of his
mewling set her off terribly. Suddenly her mind froze, and it seemed as she
wasn't in control of herself anymore. She watched from her mind's eye as
brillant light flooded her senses, and then her anger subsided to be replaced
by raw power. She felt this amazing energy pulse throughout her body, and the
results were astounding.

The man she had brought home was trying to push Nancy off, but couldn't get
her to budge. She had a dreamy glazed look to her eyes, and did not respond to
any of his yells or punches. It was in the midst of trying to free himself
that an amazing event occurred.

Like bread rising in an oven, Nancy's physique began to explode with muscle.
He face flushed red as her body lengthened and thickened. Sinewy muscle snaked
itself across her frame, shoulder caps, biceps, forearms, all began to swell
with power. The poor male trapped underneath bounced his pitiful fists off her
body. The bed began to creak, and he heard the frame beginning to crack and
snap as Nancy continued to grow, the wood and metal unable to support her
fastly developing body. Nancy's hips thickened, her thighs mushroomed with
spectacular muscle growth, her calves grew diamond hard, bulging outwards from
her legs. Her stomache turned into plated armor, and her bosom jutted fiercely
outwards due to the stacking of dense pectoral muscle upon her chest.

The bed finally collapsed under their weight. The male still trapped both
under and inside her, began to go numb from the waist down due to the pressure
of her body. Nancy stood up at this point, the pathetic male still trapped
between her awesome legs. The trainer attempted to push her titantic legs
apart to free himself, but it was no use, and Nancy continued to grow. Every
fibre of her fantastic body bulged sickeningly with muscle. The male screamed
as his lower body was being crushed by the mere expansion of Nancy's thighs.
Nancy idly looked down to see her date's legs and waist compacted like trash.
Bones cracked and snapped audibly in the stillness of the penthouse, blood
trickled from the trainer's mouth as he gazed up at the in-human wall of flesh
that expanded before him.

Nancy looked down to see his remains squished between her massive thighs. She
smiled and slowly brought her gargantuan arms up into a killer double-bicep.
The male watched transfixed, even as his life slowly ebbed away at the sheer
hardness and size of Nancy's muscles. Fantastically hard biceps sprung from
each of her arms, freakish huge and bulging with awesome power. She had
reached over 8' tall and finally stopped growing, the lower half of the male
trapped between her goddess-like legs looked like so much ground meat.

Nancy finally spread her legs, letting his remains slop to the floor. He was
barely alive, blood running freely onto her carpet. Nancy grabbed the dying
male by the throat and lifted him several feet of the floor, the ground
remains of his lower torso trailing like bloody rags.

"This is amazing...you are so...so...weak...like nothingness." Nancy still had
that dreamy look in her eye, she was drunk on her vast power. She placed the
pitiful form onto her chest, resting his head between her expansive and
muscular bosom. The male felt next to nothing as Nancy began to flex her
immense body. She laughed as muscle expanded and flexed outwards, trapping
what was left of the male amongst them. She poured amazing strength into her
flex watching with glee as muscle swelled at her command, she felt the body of
the man against her chest and stomache implode with the pressure of her
flexing onslaught, but she didn't stop. She growled as she flexed even harder,
viens standing in bold relief against her hardened physique, swelling to
immense and comical proportions. Her muscles acted like a compactor, squeezing
the bone and flesh trapped against it with intense pressure. She smiled upon
hearing the popping and breaking of his bones, as her chest muscles ballooned
outwards swollowing his upper torso.

Nancy stared out over the 3 foot thick bands of incredibly hard muscle that
jutted from her chest, she exhibited amazing muscle control as she flexed just
the appropriate parts of her awesome physique crunching the male trapped
against her body to a fleshy paste. Her mind reeled with the power she
possessed, the size, the strength. The pressure of her muscles was so great
that she blasted his jucies onto her penthouse wall in a bloody jetstream. She
bellowed with laughter and finally let the tsunami of muscle that raged on her
body subside.

She clutched her body, feeling the heat radiate from her power-packed form.
And the first image that entered her mind upon calming down was Bruce...

End part 1