Chapter 2. ' Knockout

The story so far-

An asteroid in collision course with earth is shattered by the unintentional combined forces of American and Soviet nuclear warheads. Many fragments crash throughout the surface of the planet while others are sent to a slow decaying orbit around earth. One woman, Jane Cortez, was missed by one of these fragments which at the time of collision showered her with a strange type of radiation. Over the course of 24 hours her body slowly transformed and became a super-muscular amazon 9'6'' tall and over 6000 pounds of muscle weight.

Begin of Chapter II

Three days later.

It is a typical morning in the geological laboratory at the local college, a few white coats studying some rocks. The lab was run by Dr. Diana Rommanov, from Russia. She is a kind woman, passionate about her work. Dr. Rommanov has the reputation of being somewhat cold, but those who are really close to her feel otherwise. One of those people is her student and close friend, the French born Rose D' Mont, who today just happens to be late. Just as Diana was beginning to become preoccupied, Rose came through the door.

"ROSE! I was worried something had happened to you. It is not characteristic of you to be two hours late, my friend."

"I'm sorry Diana, It won't happen again. I promise." Rose replied. Diana found it difficult to be angry with Rose for more than a few seconds. Rose had a face so beautiful and charming, she could melt the heart of anyone with only one sad look.

This effect was more intense on men, who she likes to torture that way. Her intensely penetrating green eyes contrast her silky dark skin and black straight short hair. Her pettitness, everlasting energy and overflowing beauty make her insanely cute, a cuteness she has long since learned to exploit. "I want to show you something," said Rose excitedly.

"Oh?" Said Diana surprised.

"Remember four days ago, dere was some big news about a strange meteor shower."

"Yes, I remember it well."

"Well, I was witness t'one of de impacts."

"How? When? Where?"

"I was drivin' from a friend's house in the suburbs, drivin' on the 635, when I saw a fireball speedin' towards us. Most of d'cars noticed it and stopped, but one didn'."

"What happened to him?" asked Dr Rommanov.

"The person apparently noticed d'meteor at the last minute, when she stopped, just in time t'avoid being crushed. The meteor hit a few meters from her car."

"Did she survive?"

"Oui. At first she didn' move, but after a few minutes she came t'and just drove off."

"Interesting"

"Once she left, I ran t'de impact site and tried t'find any fragments-"

"Did you find any?"

"Well, feast your eyes on dis!" Rose opened her jean backpack and took out a ruby like stone. The rock had a faint glow on its crystalline surface. Diana took the fragment and began to examine it.

"You mean to tell me you had this for four days."

"Yeah"

"Why did you not bring it here to be properly studied?"

"Common, Diana, I did bring it, but I wan' it t'examine it myself first" Rose responded.

"Why don't you leave it here for a while?" asked Diana to her friend.

"Keep it, I'm donatin' it t'dis lab."

"Thanks!"

The two women continued with their scheduled work, leaving the fragment for later study. Diana locked up the fragment inside a safe-box inside her office. Two hours later Diana noticed something wrong with Rose. "Are you alright?" she asked.

"I feel kinda dizzy." Rose replied.

"Maybe you should go and see a doctor."

"It's not necesa..."Rose passes out.

The other scientists pick her up and carry her to the local medic. Once there they began to examine her but found nothing wrong. She was just very exhausted and needed rest. The doctor told Diana it was best to leave Rose to spend the night in the clinic until she regains consciousness. She agreed.

Rose was out all day. At nightfall the nurse turned the light in Rose's room off and then noticed something odd. She ran to the doctor on watch and told him what was going on. He ran to see for himself and was shocked when he realized it was true. The patient was glowing! "If there's anyone who might know what this is and what to do about it, miss Patterson" said the doctor to the nurse "It has to be our chairman of medical sciences, Dr. Gibson. Please give him an urgent message on his pager. Ask him to come down as soon as possible." "Yes doctor." The nurse responded as she ran out of the room.

The next morning. A group of doctors have gathered around Rose, all trying to explain what might cause her strange glow, all without luck. They are interrupted by the arrival of a very concerned Dr. Rommanov. "What is going on here?" She asked "Why are all these people here?" One of the doctors closed the blinds and another turned the light off. "Oh my.." was the only thing that could come out of her mouth. In that instant, Dr. Gibson enters the room and orders everyone out. Diana stays and so does the doctor currently treating Rose.

"Why are you still here?" asked the old man to both of them.

"She is my friend, I brought her here." Said Diana.

"She is my patient and my responsibility." Replied the doctor.

"Very well, but what I say here will not leave this room, understood?"

"Alright" they answered.

The old doctor began explaining how he has seen this before, and told them of Jane Cortez's case, withholding her name of course. "This may sound a strange thing to ask, but was she exposed to any meteors this past week?"

"Well, actually she has" responded Diana. "She found one a few minutes after it had impacted on a highway, the 635 I think." Dr Gibson raised an eyebrow as he realizes it is the same exact location of Jane's encounter. "She kept a fragment with her for four days and then gave it to me for study just two hours before she collapsed."

The old doctor examined her body thoroughly and concluded there was nothing that needed to be done. As with his previous patient, she will wake up and grow. She is not ill, just her body is regenerating and absorbing the radiation stored in her blood stream.

Three hours later Rose awakens. Her glow gone and her energy fully recharged. Dr. Gibson introduced himself and explained everything to her. She at first did not believe him. To show her how her body had already changed, he took out a hypodermic needle with a simple saline solution. He attempted to inject it into her arm but the needle was unable to penetrate her skin. To prove his point even further, he plunged the needle with all his strength into her arm, but the needle bent and snapped of. She had no trouble believing him after that demonstration.

After all the paperwork at the hospital was finished, Rose was given her own clothes and was released. Dr. Gibson told her if she had any problems to go see him and gave her his card. Rose and Diana said their good byes and left. Once they were gone Dr. Gibson spoke to Rose's doctor.

"Now doctor, you understand why this information must not leave this room."

"I am not exactly sure. If this substance can regenerate people and make them strong shouldn't it be used on terminally ill people or to heal-"

"Yes it should, but if this was ever to be made public imagine what could happen to the people who have been in contact. Every government, including our own, will hunt them down to experiment on them and finally dissect and study them until they find out how to duplicate the effect. No doctor, this must be kept in outmost secrecy."

"You do have a point sir."

"As do you, my good doctor, therefore we must try to study these meteors and find a way to duplicate its effect ourselves. Once that is done then the people affected will truly be safe."

Outside the hospital, the two women walk back towards the lab. Diana can see how confused and worried her friend is. "Why don't you take the rest of the week off?"

"Are you sure Diana?"

"Yes my friend, go home."

"T'anks, I will do just dat. Au Revoir."

"Dos vidayna! And take care."

"I will."

As the two women took different directions, one kept thinking on the wonderful side effects of that radiation. She headed right for the lab, to the safe-box with the meteor fragment. "Four days it took to give Rose immunity, I shall keep this with me for as much and gain it myself." The Russian scientist unbuttoned her blouse and slid the lemon sized shard inside her cleavage. Diana buttoned up her blouse, cleaned up a little around and then left for home.

***

Rose was still groggy, walking towards her apartment. She felt like she needed a lot of rest, but was not tired. As she walked past by a park, she decided to go in, sit down and get some fresh air.

She liked the park, always when something bothered her, she sat under an old oak tree to relax, meditate, and even fall asleep under its cozy shade. She took pleasure watching little kids play in the park, and as always, little kids were drawn to her as bees towards honey. She had a special vibe or aura which made everybody like her and unconditionally trust her. She had always felt blessed and cursed by her looks. She liked having everybody like her and have friends everywhere she goes, but she often wishes she could get guys to like her in other ways. No matter how hard she tries, she is too cute to be sexy.

She played with the kids for about 40 minutes. When she stopped and looked up she noticed there were two guys sitting on a bench checking her out. She was surprised, there were other women in the park and some where hot looking, why would they be staring at her? As she got to her feet Rose felt her clothes tight around her body. She looked at her self and was shocked.

Her loose blue jeans were now on very tight, and reached down only half way down her calf. Her T-shirt was very stretched in front of her shirt in a way it had never before. She was small breasted all her life, but now she seems to have an ample bosom. It was happening to her, she was growing just as the other woman did. Rose got scared, how tall would she be? Will she outgrow her clothes? She hurried back towards her apartment since she preferred her transformation take place in a more discrete setting.

Her walk home became more difficult every minute, since her "shrinking" clothes made her movements harder. She had to be very careful. The last thing she wanted was to rip the seams of her jeans and end up butt naked half way home. Her pants were not the only problem since her small T-shirt had already began to rip at the sides and the bottom halves of her breasts were now visible. She tried to cover them up with her arms but at the rate they were growing she did not know how long was this going to be effective.

Finally, completely freaked out and with her face soaked in her own tears she reached her building, and as she climbed the stairs to the third floor her jeans long and heroic standoff ended and fell to the floor as no more than shredded denim rags. Rose sprinted towards her door, key in hand, and entered quickly before anyone saw her.

Once inside she relaxed, her horrible ordeal was over. It was almost like a childhood nightmare of hers, being naked on the street far from home. As she regained her breadth, she began to notice how different her apartment feels much smaller than before. She turned and looked at the door and noticed how her head was close to the top of the frame. "I must be close to seven feet tall!?"

Rose walked to her bedroom and to her mirror. She let the rest of her clothes drop to the floor. Now, completely naked she looked at her image in the mirror. She didn't recognize the woman before her. Her face was still the same, only cuter (if that was possible), but her body was completely different. She was no longer the petite 5'4" girl, but a 7 foot woman with amazing curves. She couldn't help but to stare at her large breasts. She didn't wear a bra before because her breasts were so small she really didn't need it. Now her breasts are colossal, and are so erect they defy gravity, so she will probably still not need to wear one. Her body was perfect, no unwanted fat, no skin imperfections, no tan-lines. Her muscles were more developed than before, stronger, specially on her now so very powerful looking legs. She was not like a bodybuilder though, she looked more like a well endowed fitness athlete combined with a Miss America pageant winner. When Rose flexed her biceps she saw two incredible peaks of muscle raising from her arms, but when she relaxed them, the muscles disappeared and her arms returned to her thin and feminine look.

Somehow Rose noticed she was still growing. Her now much sharper eyes and more agile mind could detect the slight increases in size, too subtle for the normal person to see. She stared at the mirror for the next four hours and saw herself grow two inches in height and about seven more inches a of bust.

"If I am goin' t'start my life over, I am gonna need help." She immediately thought about Mark, her neighbor form across the hall. They had a history together some time ago and she decided to end it, but despite all that, she has always felt she could trust him with anything and also he had always shown her that he would do just about anything for her. She picked up the phone and dialed Mark's number. The phone rang a few times and then it was answered.

"Hello"

"Mark, hi, its me."

"Well hi Rose, what can I do you for?"

"Could you come over, dere.... dere is somethin' I need your help wit'."

"Sure Petite, I'll be right there."

"Ok, and brin' one of dose lon' T-shirts of yours."

"A T-shirt?"

"And your bikin' shorts."

"You want me to wear my biking shorts?"

"No, don' wear dem, just brin' both garments t'me, please."

"Why didn't you just come and get them?"

"Humor me, ok?"

"Alright, I'll see you in a bit."

"Ok, bye."

As soon as Rose hung up the phone, she ran to the front door and unlocked it, then with the same amazing speed and agility she ran back to her bedroom and closed the door. She waited a few minutes then the door bell rang.

"Come in, its open." Mark did as instructed and entered the apartment just to find nobody around.

"Rose?"

"I'm in my room." He walked to the door and knocked it.

"I brought you what you wanted."

The door opened just a bit. "Let me have it!" Mark, realizing she must be changing inside did not try to sneak a peak but just inserted the door through the narrow opening. After a minute or two she had put the clothes on.

"Remember when you said I could always count on you if I needed you?"

"Of course, Rose. I am always here for you."

"I'm glad t'hear it because I need you now more dan ever." As she said this Rose came out of her room, dressed in the garments she was just given.

"Rose?" Asked Mark, very confused. "Could that be you?"

"Oui, I've changed."

"I can see that, but how?"

"Its a lon' story." She walked up to him, noticing how he only reached to her shoulders now.

"Look at how much taller than you I am!" He could not take his eyes off the large bulges stretching the T-shirt to near rapture. She turned around and now he could see her delicious behind wearing his biking shorts. They were on so tight around her ample flesh they looked almost painted on. She let him look at her for a little while then she turned to face him.

"Now you can see why I've called you." She said, moving towards him. "I don' know what t'do!"

"I'm not sure I can help you in this department." He said scratching his head. "But I don't see how could THIS be a problem." He said pointing at her body.

"I just feel everyt'in' so different, I wanted to start with something familiar." She said pointing at him now.

"Well, you know I'll always be here for you, Petite." Rose almost laughed when she heard her nickname.

"You know, I somehow feel dat old nickname, as cute and nice as it is, doesn' apply anymore. Don' you agree." She said bending forward so their faces would be close to the same level, emphasizing her size advantage.

"Point well taken." He took a step back, scratched his head and asked "So-where do you want to start?"

"Mmm-I don' really know. What do you suggest?"

"Well, I guess we just try to figure out what hasn't changed and what has and by how much."

"Good idea. Follow me." She walked out the door, with him behind her. He was surprised she wanted to go out barefoot wearing only a T-shirt and a pair of very revealing biking shorts. She had always been on the shy and conservative side so this is definitely something that has changed. She is a lot more confident than before.

They took a cab and went over to their college. They entered the gym, and found it was packed full. She very quickly got the attention of all the patrons working out. They walked over to one of the bench presses. "De doctor who saw me said he had encountered a case like mine before and warned me about my "possible' growt' spurt." Rose told her companion. "I actually though' he was...well...nuts! Boy, was I wrong."

"Ok, but why are we here?" he asked

"The old man also said her ot'er patien' had experienced some muscle growt' as well as an incredible strengt' increase. Well, she also grew way more dan I, so I'm just curious t'see if I'm strong or not." She rose her left arm and extended to the side. Mark had a clear view of her arm. Her muscles were not bulky, instead they looked very delicate and feminine. They showed firmness and a little bit of mass, very much like those of a fitness model and not a bodybuilder. But then she flexed her arm and a powerful mountain of muscle began to rise from her previously slender arms. Mark watched stunned as her muscles nearly tripled their mass before his eyes, ripping the sleeves off the shirt she was wearing. "I do t'ink I might be a little stron'."

"I'm speechless!" he stuttered. "Either way, it looks like we have a lot of waiting to do." He said pointing to a short line of people waiting to use the bench press before her.

"Leave that to me!" She said with a wicked smile on her lips. She walked before all six men who were in line and straight to the man using the bench press.

"Excuse me, Tiger" she said to the muscle-bound middle-age man. "Do you mind if I use this machine now?"

Without even looking at her he barked "No, leave me..." then he sees her. He goes mute. He nearly dropped the weight he was raising. He then put the weight down and sat up on the bench. "Well-There is a lot of people before you, so-what do We get in return?"

"You get t'spot me!" She said pushing her chest out at him and puckering her lips tightly. "And if you are a good little trooper, I'll even let you get me some water afterwards."

He immediately jumped off the bench an took position behind her. Mark stood to her side.

"Let me get this weight off" Mark said, grabbing one of the 75 pound barbells that were currently on.

"Nah-Leave it. I want t'give it a try as it is." She said, gripping the bar tightly.

"Good luck lady, I was on overload back there. You can hurt yourself." Warned her spotter.

"We'll see about dat!" Rose said as she pushed up with all her strength. She should have tried an incremental approach and not use all her strength at once. The bar had been flung up very fast and nearly hit her spotter on mouth. "Wow-" she sighted. "It feels as ligh' as a feat'er!"

"Are you serious?" Asked Mark, who had fallen to the ground as the bar almost hit him as well. "There must be over 200 pounds up there!"

"Actually, more like 300!" Said the spotter, still in shock from seeing an apparently delicate girl lift as much weight as him without even trying.

"T'ree hundred twenty seven and t'ree eight's, t'be exact" Rose said.

"How could you possibly know that?" Asked Mark.

"I really don' know, but I can feel it." She said quite confused.

Rose lowered and placed it back on the rack. "More weight" She said and both men got to their feet and grabbed placed another 75 pound weight on each side. She then again pushed up and the weight rose up as fast and as easy as the first time. A huge smile appeared on Rose's face as she felt how powerful she is.

She lowered the weight and the men continued to increase the weight. She asked them to max it out and reluctantly they did. The bar had been loaded until no more weight could fit on it. She placed her hands evenly on the bar, took a deep breadth and pushed up. Her arm muscles expanded as she increased the force applied by them. The bar, loaded with over 900 pounds came up, with only a little effort on her part.

The crowd cheered as this incredible woman had out-maxed everyone present. They were all staring at her incredible body completely hypnotized. It is not every day they get to see such a wonderful specimen of the female form give such an incredible display of raw strength.

She was still not satisfied though. She pumped the weight up and down a few hundred times, but she still did not tire. She let go with one hand and noticed how she could still hold it up with minimum effort. She stood up, with the weight still on her hand and used it as a dumb bell. She did close to fifty curls with each hand until she got bored and put it down.

Everybody's jaws had dropped to the floor. She walked away from the bench, with Mark behind her, to the leg press machine. She picked up the whole rack of 100 pound disks and placed them on the machine. She got on her back, with her feet against the platform, ready to push up. "Here I go, 1500 pounds! One, Two-"

"Wait, The machine still has the safety lock on!" Said one of the gym dudes, but it was too late. She had already counted three and pushed up on the machine. At first there was resistance, as the steel safety latches fought valiantly to keep the machine locked, but after a split second it gave up. The metal bent like play-do under the incessant onslaught of Rose's mighty legs and the whole apparatus just shot up at high speed. In fact, it shot up too fast, and when it reached the top of the machine, the platform with all the weight just ripped off the hinges and safety latches and shot out, slamming against the gym wall, punching through it, and flew over the parking lot to finally land on a park two blocks away. Luckily the very heavy machine landed only on a mime, so really no harm was done. (Actually, everyone on the park cheered, thinking it was an act of God).

Every one in the gym was stunned, how could a person be that strong? No one said anything, not even Mark who was the most astonished one of all. He had known her for a long time, and it is like she is a whole different person now.

She got up and looked around. Everybody had their eyes trained on her, and she was for the first time not uncomfortable about it. She sees the whole in the wall she just made and apologizes to the owner, who had no words and all he could do is drool over her. As she walks towards the exit, she sees a poster on the wall which grabs her attention. It is a poster of Evander Hollyfield with his boxing gloves on. She keeps staring at the poster and another smile begins to grow on her face.

She takes Mark by the hand and both walk out of the gym. As they are waiting for another taxi, she comments about her wish to be on a boxing ring and take on a real boxing champion.

"Are you out of your mind!" Mark asked concerned. "Those guys could kill you!" He put his hands on her shoulders and immediately notices how hard they have become. "Don't even THINK about it!"

"Why Not?" She turned her back towards him. "You saw what I did in der, and de Doc said my skin is impenetrable."

"Yes! You might be very strong, but those guys have trained for years. They have the speed, agility, and most importantly the know how." Then with a calmer voice. "The last thing you need right now is to get pounded by a professional boxer."

"And what am I, chopped liver?" She asked angrily.

"Come on Petite, when was the last time you have done any boxing?"

"I told you not t'call me that anymore!" She shouted. "I guess I'll just have t' show you what I can do, den." Rose puts her hand on Mark's wrist. "How about a little jog home?"

"Wait, Rose-" He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as the powerful woman took off running. For the first few yards, he was able to keep up, but as she kept pushing herself further and further, her speed was much more than he could muster. Rose was now running as fast as the cars driving down the street. Mark was being flown like a kite behind her as she reached the hundred miles per hour. She still felt she could run even faster, and as she pushed herself more, the speed of 250 MPH was reached.

Mark couldn't even see at that speed. The wind prevented him from opening his eyes. Even breathing was hard to do. All he perceived was the sounds of cars and people being left behind very fast. His clothes began to rip, lost his shoes and socks, and had he not used his free hand to grab onto his pants he would have lost them as well.

Rose kept accelerating with increasing ease. Her powerful feet dug trenches on the concrete as they slammed down hard propelling her forward faster than anything on the ground. She was careful not to hit anyone. Amazingly, even at the speed she was running, she still had enough time to be able to dodge people and other obstacles.

She was no more than a blur to the people around. They all can hear her coming from blocks away, as her feet make the sound of a stampede. Once she passes by, a trail of destruction is the only indication anything actually went by. As she ran through the crowded streets she formed strong winds strong enough to topple mailboxes over, rip the leaves off trees, toss people half a block away, etc.

The two arrive home a few seconds later. Mark is still in shock, but Rose is even happier than before, feeling so very proud of herself. "How did you like the little trip?" Asked Rose mockingly. She opened the door to her apartment and both went in.

He sat on the couch, his head still spinning. "How-How-How did you do that!" He looked at her, standing before him with her hands on her hips and a big smile on her face. "Why did you do that?" He again asked, but all he got from her was a smile. "You could have killed me! I couldn't breathe!" He added. The last remark wiped out Rose's smile as she realized he was right. What if he had smacked against something, at that speed he would have been splattered for many yards. Four words immediately popped inside her head "What have I done?"

She gently sat on his lap with her arms wrapped around his neck. "I'm sorry, I did not mean t'put you in any danger." He felt her 450 pound body over his, and although the weight made him uncomfortable, he wanted her to stay there forever. He put his left hand on her very thin waist and felt it so hard, as if he was touching a marble statue. She was very hard, specially now that she had run a few miles in a few seconds. He also felt her amazing bosom rest heavily against his chest. "I only wanted t'show off a little-" she continued as she caressed his face with her fingers. "guess I jus' got carried away." She rested her head against his.

"How did you know you could do that?" He asked while caressing her side.

"Well, when I noticed how strong my legs are I tried t'guess how much force dey could possibly apply. Judgin' from de ease of my leg-press experience y calculated I could exert about 1978.0667 times dat amount. Den just by takin' in consideration my own weight and usin' a logarithmic scale factor, I also calculated I could reach Mach 1.5675 in 10 seconds on foot."

"Say what?"

"I know, I was surprised t'know I could calculate it too! Must be another change, I have noticed I have no trouble rememberin' stuff from my childhood, calculatin' formulas in my head, measurin' t'ings just by looking at dem, etc."

"Sounds like your brain functions have also been expanded." Said Mark.

Rose looked at Mark and noticed what position she was in. She was being extremely friendly with him, and although they were best of friends, she has not ever gotten so close to him, at least not since she dumped him. She knows he still loves her, and he is now, out of respect for her, trying his best to resist the temptation to try anything, but she is making too difficult. Unlike before, she now has a body men would simply kill for and she is sitting on him.

Meanwhile, Rose was thinking about the past. All the time they had been separated, Mark had always looked out for her. Her powerful photographic memory lets her remember every instance of him doing almost the impossible for her, just to get a smile for a reward. She remembers also how she felt for him before her fear of long term relationships got on their way. And most importantly she knows she has also never stopped loving him. At that moment, at that split second it took her to relive the last four years of her life, she made a decision.

"Can you ever forgive me for d'last four years?" She asked while leaning forward and hugging him tighter.

"What do you-"

"I should have never broken up with you. T'ings were gettin' too serious and I got scared. You were so sure about us and I wasn't, it just freaked me out!"

"Why are you just out of the blue telling me all this?"

"I was untrut'ful not t'jus' you but to me as well. I-"

"Please stop!" He interrupted.

Completely confused she stood up and took a few steps back. "Are you kiddin' me?" He stood up and was met by her who did not give him a chance to speak. "You have been almost beggin' me t'come back t'you for almost half a decade and now dat I make it really easy for you, you tell me t'stop!?" She paused, but when Mark tried to fill in the silence she got on his face. "Are you out of your mind? Did our little stroll blew off your brain too? I really hope you are not tryin' t'pull some Macho crap because now I'm on the driver seat!"

"Are you going to listen to me or do you plan to speak until tomorrow?"

"Unless you are gonna tell me you had a complete mental lapse, I don't want t'hear it!"

"Well honey you are going to." He spoke out, almost in a threatening voice.

"What?" She said, totally shocked from his response.

"Well, if you are going to act like a child, I will treat you like one." He said, hoping she wouldn't body-slam his butt all the way till Tuesday.

She crossed her arms and faced away from him, almost pouting. Mark then calmly began to talk. "Today has been a pretty rough day, and it is only 5 o'clock. I just think what you are feeling might be a side effect from your transformation." She then turned back to face him but remained quiet. Mark continued. "I just think if you had finished saying what I think you were saying and we had gone back together and then tomorrow you tell me it was a mistake and you no longer feel that way about me-" She looked into his eyes. Her expression revealing her agreement to his argument and her inability to determine herself if her feelings are genuine. "I don't think I could live through it again."

"So-t'avoid runnin' d'chance of me makin' a mistake I could later regret and den dump you for a second time, you deny yourself of d'most intense sexual experience of your life?" She added.

After her last remark, Mark found his throat very dry and almost impossible to swallow. "Please don't rub it in!" He said, almost crying.

"But beside protectin' yourself, you are also protectin' me from making a huge mistake, a mistake I would hate myself for committin' for a very long time." She said while stepping closer to him.

"Yeah, that and not wanting to be cut in half between your thighs was also a big factor."

Just when she was about to be close enough for her massive breasts to touch his face (she is so tall he only reaches almost to her shoulder), she turned around and stepped to her window.

Her contour was heavily traced by the sun glare. The T-shirt she was wearing, now damp with her own perspiration, clung very tightly to Rose's perfect body. If her T-shirt had no color, she would have looked topless, since even her nipples were showing their silhouette. "As much as I hate saying this, Rose. You cannot go around wearing biking shorts and a T-shirt all your life. You've got to buy yourself new clothes."

"Right, I'll go buy myself some stuff my size while you t'ink about how t'get me into a boxing ring."

"Are you still with that?"

"Look! T'is is something I want t'do. If you want t'help me, great, but if you don't just say so and leave."

"Alright! You win. I'll see what I can do." He said this as he walked out of the room and shut the door behind him.

Rose kept looking out the window, thinking about what Mark said. Could her feelings for him be a result of her actual euphoria. She recognizes they might be, but she cannot deny how strong her emotions are towards Mark. "We'll see in a couple of days if you were right, Mark. I sincerely hope you are not." She then proceeded to walk to her room and fetch her credit card. "Lets go shopping!" she smirked and left her apartment for the nearest woman's clothing store.

Next Monday morning, Rose goes back to college. Before heading to class she swings by the Lab to say hello to Diana. When she walks through the door she notices how everyone's eyes were fixed on her. "Hello everybody! Did you all miss me?"

Diana's jaw nearly hit the floor, as did the jaws of everyone else in the lab. "My friend, what has happened to you?" She asked, rushing to her friend to get a closer look. "My God! You are huge!"

"Remember dat old doctor at d'hospital. It turns out he wasn' as crazy as we t'ought he was." She takes a little spin, allowing everyone to see her whole body.

"Gosh you look amazing, Rose!" Said Willie, one of the students who work with Rose in the lab.

"T'anks!" She said smiling back at him. "Diana, we have t'talk." She said, pulling her friend to the office. "Dat meteor piece is way too dangerous for us t'keep."

"Dangerous!? What do you mean? Look at the wonders it did to you?" Said Diana.

"But imagine what would happen if it fell in d'wrong hands." Rose took a step back and grabbed an iron paperweight from Diana's desk. "I not only have a nicer body but I am stronger dan I t'ought possible." As she said that, the woman tightened her hand's grip on the metal. The iron deformed loudly under the tremendous pressure exerted by the superwoman's hand until it oozed between her fingers and dripped to the floor.

"An impressive and most illuminating demonstration!" Spoke a man behind the women. Rose didn't have to turn around to recognize the voice of the old doctor who saw her a few days ago.

"Dr. Gibson! What an unexpected surprise!" Said Diana.

"Indeed. A surprise it is, although I was hoping I would find you both here, specially you young lady." Said the doctor to Rose. "I see your transformation has finished, but as much as I would love to sit and ask you tons of questions, my business here is a different one."

"And what would that be, sir?" Asked Rose.

"Miss Rommanov, I have heard from many good references about your great expertise in the field of geology. Your credentials are most impressive." The old doctor sat behind Diana's desk. "The situation is this: A small group of doctors, myself included, have set after the study of the meteor transformation effect. It is what we currently call what happened to her" pointing at Rose "and two other women we have learned of."

The doctor stood up and walked towards a window. "My specialties are Microbiology, Human Physiognomy and Chemistry. Another member of the team is Dr. Drake Palmer, the MD who treated you back at the hospital. He is the best doctor in the whole campus. The last member is a Nuclear Physicist, Jonah Hisemberg. We believe you are the perfect choice to be our fourth and final member. What do you think Ms. Rommanov. Do you accept?"

"Count me in, comrade!"

"Perfect. Come tomorrow afternoon, around six, to my office. Here is my card."

"I will be there promptly."

"Great. One more thing. You mentioned before how Rose had been in contact with a meteor fragment. Where is that fragment now?"

"I have it here in the lab."

"As Rose said before I came, that fragment is too dangerous to be kept in such light security. Why don't you bring it with you tomorrow. Its study will be the most important part of our research."

"So, All you actually wanted was the fragment. You just asked me to join your team so you can get my stone!"

"No. The fragment will still belong to the Geological Research Department and as I said, it is not our field and wouldn't know how to study it without you. We do need you, Doctor."

"You are right, I'm sorry. I'll take it tomorrow."

"Just remember to use a radiation shielding container. We wouldn't want you to be exposed to the radiation." The man gets to his feet and walks to the doorway. "I must return to my office. Miss Dumont, would you please come to my office tomorrow morning? I would like to make some follow up tests on you."

"Sure t'ing, doctor. I will be der around noon."

"Perfect. Then I will see you both tomorrow."

The doctor left the office. "T'is is great! You are goin' t'have d'job you always wanted, doing real research and not just catalogin' weird Brazilian gemstones." Said Rose to her pondering friend.

"Do you want to know a little secret?" Asked the Russian Doctor.

"Yea, sure!"

"The fragment you gave me is no longer on the shelf."

"No? Den, where is it?"

Diana opened her blouse and fished it out from her prominent cleavage. "What? How long have you had dat in dere?" Asked a shocked Rose.

"As long as you did, 4 days."

"But Diana, I had it on my desk and in my backpack. Sometimes I would have it on my hands while I examined it but I never had it against my skin for such a long time."

"Tell me something. How did you feel before you gave me the stone?"

"I felt fine."

"So, right up until the moment you gave it to me you had not felt anything, but shortly after you gave it to me you passed out."

"Right. I would guess our bodies absorb as much as dey can while we are exposed and once d'exposure ends den we begin to metabolize it."

"I'll leave it here tonight and hopefully tomorrow I'll be a new woman!"

"Hold on a minute! I passed out, remember? What if dat happens t'you on your way home?"

"I'll be fine, don't worry"

"Nonsense! I'll take you home after work, ok?"

"Well, if you insist-"

"I'll come back after class and drive your car home."

"Thanks, baby. I appreciate it."

"Don't t'ank me yet. Well, I have t'go t'class. I'll see you dis afternoon."

"Ok. Bye"

Rose headed out of the laboratory and headed for her classroom. Everywhere she looked, people were staring at her. Some of her friends did recognize her but were still shocked by her new grand look.

The class felt very boring for her. She had read the textbook last night and to her surprise she could remember every word and every illustration as if she were reading it right then. The only reason she didn't fall asleep is because she was having fun looking at the people staring at her. Even the professor couldn't stop looking at her and had obviously a full erection which he painfully kept for the whole class. Luckily, for him, nobody saw it because everyone was busy looking at Rose.

During class she began to notice some of her new abilities. She started hearing voices. At first she thought she was going crazy but then she realized the voices were not inside her head but coming all around. She tried to filter out some of the voices and started to recognize them and what were they saying. Most were talking, actually more like whispering about her. It was the people in the room, she could hear every little conversation taking place inside. Then she realized there were more voices than people in the classroom, so she tried to block the ones she knew and concentrate on the other ones. It took her a while to get the hang of it but she managed to determine the source of most of the voices. She was listening to all the lectures being given in all the nearby classrooms.

To Rose's surprise, later she realized she had not only been just hearing everyone in a 100 feet radius but was somehow able to remember everything each and everyone of those voices said. It was like she had been present in 7 different classes at the same time, all in a semi-conscious way.

Once class was over, she stuck around to talk with her friends, talking about her transformation and her new abilities, but also trying to avoid the subject of how she got that way. Inevitably she was asked, but she managed to convince them she was ignorant of the source.

Rose hung around with her friends for a few hours and then she returned to the lab. She found Diana inside finishing up her daily routine.

"You all set?" Asked Rose.

"I'll be out in a minute."

"Take your time!"

"I'll just put the fragment inside the box and we'll be off."

"Alright"

Diana again took the shard from her cleavage and placed it in the lead container. She took her purse and both women marched out from the lab.

Rose drove Diana's car while she nervously awaited to pass out. "Relax, Diana. If your body reacts like mine did, you still have 90 minutes before you feel it." They drove very fast down the highway. Rose particularly enjoyed driving Diana's speedy red convertible.

"I guess you are right-Oh no!"

"What?"

"I just remembered something"

"What?"

"What are we going to do now?"

"WHAT?"

"I forgot to fill it up this morning. We are driving on fumes."

"But here it says we still have half a tank left."

"Its broken, it always says half a tank."

"Do you t'ink we can make it?"

Before Diana could answer, the engine stalled. The car slowed to a stop in the middle of the highway.

"Damn! We are out of gas and I'm going to pass out in a minute. What are we going to do?"

"Relax! As you will find out soon, you'll get a lot more t'an a tougher body. Just watch!" Rose put the stick on neutral, opened the door, took her shoes off, and stuck her left foot out.

"What are you doing, baby?"

"Two words, Skate Board!"

"What!?" Rose stood knelt on the seat of the car with her right knee and started pushing backwards on the ground with her left foot. The car quickly started to move forward, picking up more speed with each push of Rose's powerful foot In a matter of seconds the car's speedometer started to mark beyond the scale.

"Slow down will you, I want to live long enough to transform!"

In a matter of minutes they arrived at Diana's home. Rose helped Diana to change and get to bed.

"You shouldn't try t'go t'work tomorrow. Stay here until it is all over."

"I already thought about that. I gave Morris the key and told him not to expect me tomorrow."

"Good. Go t'sleep and I'll check up on you tomorrow."

"Bye Rose."

"Au revoir Diana."

Rose left Diana's house and walked home. As she walked by the streets she began testing herself once again. Running at incredibly high speeds and then taking a leap into the air. Despite how much she had hoped she could fly, she wasn't able to. She was, however, able to jump very high and land safely miles away. It took her a few tries to get used to it but very soon she was very capable to pick a spot to land before takeoff and then leap and land squarely on it. She measured her top distance to be about 12 miles.

Those leaps were not free. The farther she jumped the more strength her legs had to apply and Rose quickly figured out the amount of chaos that can cause. The instant she jumped, the ground under her feet felt an incredible amount of pressure. The force applied to the ground was comparable to the whole weight of a mountain concentrated on a thumbtack. The cement ground cracked and sunk as large slabs of concrete rose to the sides of her feet to then crumple all around them. After she takes off the whole area where she stood was replaced by a crater 10 feet deep and 27 feet wide.

Similar results gave her landings. Her 450 pound body would slam down with the force of a large explosion. The ground would shake violently (depending on the altitude gained during the jump) and the landing spot would become another crater. Also she would create powerful shock-waves capable of shattering any glass or crystal at a hundred yards and even turn over any car close by.

Once she got close enough to the city Rose settled to walk home, she didn't want to unintentionally demolish any buildings or stomp on anybody. Around eight at night Rose got back to her apartment. Just as she walked through the door Mark came out of his place and joined her.

"I've got great news" Said Mark.

"About what?"

"Your boxing wish."

"You know how I can fight d'champ?"

"Well-Not exactly"

"T'en-?"

"A friend of mine told me about a little warehouse where they have some matches."

"so?"

"I think it might be a good chance for you to test yourself against some adversaries. It might also help you get a good rep to eventually fight the champ."

"Great! When can we go?"

"That's the catch. It is only open once a month and today is it."

"t'en what are we waiting for? Lets go!"

Before they knew it they were at the boxing ring. When they got there they say a couple of burly men going at it. It was a very uneven match since the biggest of the two had like a hundred pounds advantage over the smaller one. The small fighter resisted for three more bouts but was eventually knocked out.

Apparently they had gotten there too late and that was the last battle of the night. Rose was disappointed because she wanted a chance at the ring.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Shouted the anouncer. "Today's champ Zack "Godzila" Mason!" He said, holding the burly guy's arm high. "And as it is customary, does any of the audience want to challenge the champ?"

"Hey, now its your chance, go!" Said Mark

Rose lost no time and ran to the ring. She paid the $100 dollar fee and climbed to the ring. The whole crowd began hooting and whistling at the gorgeous woman.

"You want to challenge me?" Said a surprised champ.

"You t'ink I can't beat you little man?" She taunted. He was big but she still towered over him.

"Look missy, I get no kick beating up women."

"What makes you t'ink you are even gonna touch me?"

"Alright, you asked for it."

"Oh, Now I'm scared!"

"Don't worry, I'll make it quick so I won't hurt you much.

"What a gentleman!"

The bell rang and both fighters walked towards the center of the ring. Rose was worried deep inside wondering if it will hurt to get punched by a boxer. Also she knows she could knock him into orbit with one strong punch so will she be able to control herself in the heat of the battle or will she end up unintentionally killing her opponent.

The man could tell from Rose's arms and specially her thighs that she was a very strong woman and letting her take the first punch would be a bad idea. He felt the need to get it over with as fast as he could but not for her sake but for his own.

He wasted no time, as soon as he was in range he threw a punch to her stomach. He caught her off guard and his fist slammed against her unprepared stomach. He almost felt like slime hitting a woman that way.

She felt-surprise more than anything. She felt his glove touch her exposed stomach then felt how her stomach bent inward a little and then felt how his fingers popped.

He was surprised, very surprised. He felt as if he had just punched a sandbag. How can that be? His knuckles even popped when he hit her. He swears he saw a look of surprise on her face. She should be without air, on the ground, but she isn't. She is still there, standing and from the expression on her face she is as surprised about it as he.

A smile soon replaced her surprise. It did not hurt at all. He almost hurt his hand and she wasn't even ready. There is no way she can loose. One punch ought to finish him off. Should she? Is this ethical? That man has trained for years and she just got lucky. Should she shatter his boxing career when she has an unfair advantage? What the hell, she is still gonna do it. But first she wants to have some fun with him.

Rose saw him take another swing at him. She again didn't move, but this time she tightened her stomach to see what happens. She closed her eyes and let the powerful fist slam to her abs. What happened was exactly what she predicted; his hand bounced off her body completely without causing as much as a small dimple on her belly.

Now the man was really scared. She was like hitting a marble statue. If they were in any other place he would be begging her for a date. She was so very beautiful, he wishes he could kiss her instead of trying to punch her. The problem is when he looks into her eyes he sees what she has in store for him. He is like a mouse and she is a huge lioness playing with her prey.

Mark was at ringside looking at the show. If he hadn't seen her curl 900 pounds at the gym or run over a 100 mph with him like a kite he would be as awe struck as the rest of the now very silent audience. He is however very concerned about the psychological well being of the woman he so loves. Such a feeling of power could damage her in some way. He just hopes she has the strength to cope with her new powers. But his most pressing concern is the physical safety of the man in the ring with her. If she gets carried away she could very easily splatter his brains all over the ring.

The man threw a swing to her jaw, but she saw it coming and to tease him even more she jumped up. The man's fist slammed squarely against her lycra top, more explicitly her right breast. Her soft breast was pushed upwards and gave in a little but after if dimpled a couple of inches it became as hard and relentless as the rest of the superwoman's body, again deflecting his punch as if he had hit a brick wall.

She landed and began to laugh even more. "Was it good for you too?" Rose taunted. The crowd went wild, cheering for the colossal woman. She realized how much the people enjoyed that so she kept repeating it during the whole fight. Wherever the man tried to hit she would always move so that he hits squarely on one of her prominent breasts.

The man felt a combination of embarrassment, fear, and lust. She was toying with him and he knew it but he was too proud and to excited to walk away. He kept hitting her as strong as he could, no longer trying to hurt her but just to keep touching her delicious breasts and keep making them bounce.

After a while she realized her opponent was more interested in feeling her up than to try to beat her. The rush she felt at the beginning had started to fade. She no longer was enjoying the fight and as much as she liked demonstrating her invulnerability, the idea of her teats becoming someone's punching bag was rather disturbing.

Rose was keeping track of the time in her head and realize they were a few seconds away from the end of the round. "One round is enough!" She thought. She slowly pulled her arm backwards, ready for her first punch.

The man saw her fist ready to snap to his face and immediately wet himself. Rose's fist shot out and landed squarely on his face. The man was flung backwards toward the ropes, which stretched a good amount before sling shooting him forward, back towards Rose.

Rose was stunned by the effect of her "light tap' on his face. She was frozen, looking at him being catapulted by her powerful arm and then seeing him speed right back at her. The man slammed his body against hers. His face smacked right against her chest, a little over her breasts and below her chin. Rose of course was not even tickled by the strong impact but she did feel and hear some multiple snaps and cracks emanating from the now passed out boxer.

The crowd again became silent as everyone's throat got completely dry, including Mark's. The unconscious body slid down her body but his jaw got caught on the top of her breasts. Rose's bosom is so pert, so erect one could literally use it as a tray and put some glasses on without them falling off. Her tightly stretched top helped support the boxer's chin and stop him from slumping to the ground. His feet dangled a few inches above the mat.

The whole audience, seeing Rose holding the man in the air only with her large teats got even wilder than before. The referee, who had just been standing there, watching during the whole fight with his jaw to the floor told Rose to let go of him, which she did. Rose leaned forward and allowed the man's chin to slide over her large breasts and finally slump to the floor.

The referee gave the man the count to 10 but he didn't respond. Immediately Rose was declared the new champion for the night. Even though she was happy to have won the contest, she was now more concerned with the man she had beaten.

Rose took off her gloves and knelt down beside the man. She checked his pulse and felt it was strong and steady. She softly slid her hands over his body and felt the damage she had caused. A broken collar-bone and three broken ribs from the impact of his body against her breasts. A crushed nose and two broken teeth from her savage punch. Finally, both of his femurs had been shattered when they slammed against her groin and thighs. She called for the paramedics and the emergency crew put the battered man on a stretcher and took him off the ring.

Camera flashes sparkled continuously, with the lenses trained on her and her victim. She stood in the middle of the ring, with Mark to her right staring at the poor man being taken away. Mark could see the sadness and the regret she was feeling reflected on her face. Mark fetched her new trench-coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. "Lets go home" Mark said, leading the woman out of the ring.

It was not hard to get through the sea of people on their way since they all stepped away as she approached them. They walked to the parking lot and stepped inside Mark's car. Rose's legs could barely fit inside his little compact car.

The drive home was a quiet one, with Rose staring continuously out the side window. One hour later they arrived at their building and Mark walked Rose to her apartment. They both stepped inside.

"Well, I guess I better-"

"What have I become?" Interrupted the French beauty.

"Rose-"

"I crushed a man, nearly t'death! And for what?"

"It was an accident! Right?"

"I don't know." Rose looked down. A tear drop ran down her chick. "I wanted t'take him down before d'first round ended. I wanted t'finish him with one punch. I only wanted t'knock him out. I never wanted him t'suffer any harm."

"I don't know what to tell you." He paused. "I'm sure he's going to be fine."

"T'anks."

"Maybe if you go to the hospital tomorrow and see him, you will feel much better."

"I'll do dat."

"Good, now get some sleep. Things always look better in the morning."

"T'anks for being dere." She said, almost smiling.

"Any time, kiddo." Mark stepped out the door and closed it behind him.

Rose walked into her bedroom. She stood in darkness, next to her bed. The woman removed her clothes and let the drop on the floor. She fetched a long T-shirt from under her pillow and slipped inside it. The extra large T-shirt was barely able to hide her pubic area.

Rose slipped into her now small bed and closed her eyes. She remembered the fight, more specifically the part when the man kept punching her breasts, barely able to dimple them. She put her own hands on her teats and began to squeeze them. She chuckled when she realized her soft breasts can be squeezed much more than the boxer did but not the mightiest punch from the strongest boxer could possibly have the strength necessary to do it. The kind of strength her delicate hands were applying with laughable ease.

She let go of herself and relaxed. She must go to sleep, tomorrow is an important day. The old doctor probably has a whole battery of test he wants to put her through and most importantly, Diana should be waking up a new woman tomorrow. Rose hugged her pillow and slowly-fell-asleep.

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To be continued on Star Seed III

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