Electric powers
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
an188
Rex dropped the uprooted squat rack with a thunderous crash, the metal frame buckling further under its own weight as it hit the gym floor. Her naked body—towering, bronzed, and glistening with sweat—rippled with power, every muscle a testament to her superhuman evolution. The wolf-head navel piercing dangled like a trophy on her etched abs, now deeper and more armored than ever. She was drunk on it, this intoxicating rush of strength that made her old self seem like a frail shadow. Her long, manicured nails traced the veins on her forearms, sending shivers of pleasure through her. "Not done yet, Mutt," she purred, her voice a deep, resonant growl laced with smug satisfaction. "Watch this—gonna turn this junk into modern art."
With a wicked grin, she strode to another training machine—a heavy-duty cable crossover station, bolted deep into the concrete with industrial screws. Her massive glutes flexed as she bent down, fingers wrapping around the base like vices. With a grunt that was more theatrical than necessary—after all, it felt like lifting a feather—she heaved upward. Screws exploded from the floor in a shower of dust and sparks, the entire machine ripping free with a metallic shriek. "Ha! Look at that—I'm not just strong, I'm a one-woman demolition crew!" she boasted sharply, her wit cutting like a blade. "These arms? They could uproot a tree and use it as a toothpick. Who needs tools when you've got me? Pathetic machines—bow to your queen!" Smugly, she flexed her biceps mid-lift, the peaks rising like mountains, narcissism dripping from every word. "I'm not only really strong—I'm the strongest, the pinnacle, the god-damned apex! Worship this body, 'cause it's rewriting the rules."
Holding the massive machine aloft with one hand, she began crushing it—fingers denting steel, arms compressing the frame inward. Metal groaned and buckled, cables snapping like twigs as she molded it into a rough, compacted ball the size of a beach volleyball. Sweat poured down her enormous pecs, sliding between the deep valleys of her muscles, mixing with the lingering cum on her thighs. She tossed the crumpled ball aside like trash, laughing wickedly. "See? Easy peasy. If strength were a contest, I'd win, place, and show—'cause no one else even qualifies!" Flexing her entire body in a most-muscular pose, her back spreading like a cobra's hood, she declared vocally, unashamed: "I'm not only really strong—I'm invincible, untouchable, a force of nature! This body? It's a weapon, a temple, a wet dream for the weak!"
But as she posed, a strange tingle built in her fingertips—residual electricity from the shock, humming like a live wire inside her. Her eyes widened, that yellow glow flickering briefly again. "What the...? Oh, hell yes." She suddenly discovered a host of superpowers related to electricity, the surge having infused her with god-like control over the element. Drunk on the revelation, she tested them one by one, over-the-top and theatrical, her megalomania swelling with each display.
First, shooting lightning from her fingertips: She pointed at a distant weight stack, smirking. "Zap time, bitches!" Blue arcs crackled from her nails, leaping across the room in a jagged bolt that slammed into the plates, melting them into slag with a thunderclap. "Hah! Finger guns just got an upgrade—I'm Thor with better abs!"
Electricity Manipulation: She waved her hand, and the gym lights flickered, bulbs exploding in showers of sparks as she bent the current to her will, reshaping it into a glowing orb that hovered like a pet. "Look at me, playing God with volts. Pathetic electricity—now it's my toy!"
Circuitry Travel: Spotting an exposed wire from the earlier uprooting, she touched it and—zap—her body dissolved into a streak of lightning, zipping through the gym's wiring, emerging from a light fixture across the room in a flash. "Wheee! Faster than Uber, no traffic—I'm the grid's new boss!"
Electric Blast: Charging up, she thrust her palm forward, unleashing a massive energy wave that shattered a mirror into dust. "Boom! That's what I call a power surge—eat your heart out, superheroes!"
Electric Breath: Inhaling deeply, her pillow-pecs expanding, she exhaled a stream of crackling blue mist that fried a nearby treadmill into smoking ruins. "Morning breath? Mine's lethal—kiss of death, literally!"
Electric Kiss: Playfully blowing a kiss toward a dumbbell, a spark leaped from her lips, electrifying the metal until it glowed red-hot. "Mwah! Even my smooches pack a punch—deadly and desirable!"
Electric Projectile: She formed a ball of plasma in her hand, hurling it like a baseball at a punching bag, which exploded in flames. "Strike! Who needs curveballs when you've got lightning balls?"
Electric Shock: Grinning maniacally, she touched a barbell, sending a controlled jolt through it that made the weights vibrate and dance. "Shock therapy for the iron—feel the burn, baby!"
Electrically Enhanced Jump: Crouching, electricity coiling around her legs, she leaped—rocketing to the ceiling, touching it effortlessly before landing with a boom. "Boing! I'm a human pogo stick on steroids—sky's the limit? Nah, I own the sky!"
Electrically Enhanced Speed: In a blur, she dashed around the gym, a streak of lightning, lapping the room in seconds. "Zoom! Faster than a speeding bullet—eat my dust, Flash!"
Electrical Transportation: Finally, she focused, her body crackling, and teleported across the room in a bolt, reappearing with a thunderclap. "Poof! Here, there, everywhere—I'm omnipresent, unstoppable!"
With each power, she laughed smugly, her voice booming, megalomania unchecked. "HAHAHA! I'm not just strong—I'm a walking storm! The world? Mine for the taking! Bow down, mortals—Rex is your new electric empress!" Her poses grew more dramatic, muscles flexing, cum trickling anew from the sheer ecstasy of it all.
Adrian, overwhelmed, reached another orgasm—his pants now soaked through with cum, the stain spreading as he shuddered, worshipping her from afar. "R-Rex... you're... incredible..."
Rex paused, horny heat building in her core. Her gaze fell on Adrian, full of sexual hunger—eyes devouring his muscular, androgynous form, the devotion in his blue eyes, the mess in his shorts. She licked her lips, nipples hardening, a fresh wave of desire surging.
Option 1: Horny Rex having sex with Adrian.
Option 2: Rex resisting the sexual urge and continuing to test her strengths.
With a wicked grin, she strode to another training machine—a heavy-duty cable crossover station, bolted deep into the concrete with industrial screws. Her massive glutes flexed as she bent down, fingers wrapping around the base like vices. With a grunt that was more theatrical than necessary—after all, it felt like lifting a feather—she heaved upward. Screws exploded from the floor in a shower of dust and sparks, the entire machine ripping free with a metallic shriek. "Ha! Look at that—I'm not just strong, I'm a one-woman demolition crew!" she boasted sharply, her wit cutting like a blade. "These arms? They could uproot a tree and use it as a toothpick. Who needs tools when you've got me? Pathetic machines—bow to your queen!" Smugly, she flexed her biceps mid-lift, the peaks rising like mountains, narcissism dripping from every word. "I'm not only really strong—I'm the strongest, the pinnacle, the god-damned apex! Worship this body, 'cause it's rewriting the rules."
Holding the massive machine aloft with one hand, she began crushing it—fingers denting steel, arms compressing the frame inward. Metal groaned and buckled, cables snapping like twigs as she molded it into a rough, compacted ball the size of a beach volleyball. Sweat poured down her enormous pecs, sliding between the deep valleys of her muscles, mixing with the lingering cum on her thighs. She tossed the crumpled ball aside like trash, laughing wickedly. "See? Easy peasy. If strength were a contest, I'd win, place, and show—'cause no one else even qualifies!" Flexing her entire body in a most-muscular pose, her back spreading like a cobra's hood, she declared vocally, unashamed: "I'm not only really strong—I'm invincible, untouchable, a force of nature! This body? It's a weapon, a temple, a wet dream for the weak!"
But as she posed, a strange tingle built in her fingertips—residual electricity from the shock, humming like a live wire inside her. Her eyes widened, that yellow glow flickering briefly again. "What the...? Oh, hell yes." She suddenly discovered a host of superpowers related to electricity, the surge having infused her with god-like control over the element. Drunk on the revelation, she tested them one by one, over-the-top and theatrical, her megalomania swelling with each display.
First, shooting lightning from her fingertips: She pointed at a distant weight stack, smirking. "Zap time, bitches!" Blue arcs crackled from her nails, leaping across the room in a jagged bolt that slammed into the plates, melting them into slag with a thunderclap. "Hah! Finger guns just got an upgrade—I'm Thor with better abs!"
Electricity Manipulation: She waved her hand, and the gym lights flickered, bulbs exploding in showers of sparks as she bent the current to her will, reshaping it into a glowing orb that hovered like a pet. "Look at me, playing God with volts. Pathetic electricity—now it's my toy!"
Circuitry Travel: Spotting an exposed wire from the earlier uprooting, she touched it and—zap—her body dissolved into a streak of lightning, zipping through the gym's wiring, emerging from a light fixture across the room in a flash. "Wheee! Faster than Uber, no traffic—I'm the grid's new boss!"
Electric Blast: Charging up, she thrust her palm forward, unleashing a massive energy wave that shattered a mirror into dust. "Boom! That's what I call a power surge—eat your heart out, superheroes!"
Electric Breath: Inhaling deeply, her pillow-pecs expanding, she exhaled a stream of crackling blue mist that fried a nearby treadmill into smoking ruins. "Morning breath? Mine's lethal—kiss of death, literally!"
Electric Kiss: Playfully blowing a kiss toward a dumbbell, a spark leaped from her lips, electrifying the metal until it glowed red-hot. "Mwah! Even my smooches pack a punch—deadly and desirable!"
Electric Projectile: She formed a ball of plasma in her hand, hurling it like a baseball at a punching bag, which exploded in flames. "Strike! Who needs curveballs when you've got lightning balls?"
Electric Shock: Grinning maniacally, she touched a barbell, sending a controlled jolt through it that made the weights vibrate and dance. "Shock therapy for the iron—feel the burn, baby!"
Electrically Enhanced Jump: Crouching, electricity coiling around her legs, she leaped—rocketing to the ceiling, touching it effortlessly before landing with a boom. "Boing! I'm a human pogo stick on steroids—sky's the limit? Nah, I own the sky!"
Electrically Enhanced Speed: In a blur, she dashed around the gym, a streak of lightning, lapping the room in seconds. "Zoom! Faster than a speeding bullet—eat my dust, Flash!"
Electrical Transportation: Finally, she focused, her body crackling, and teleported across the room in a bolt, reappearing with a thunderclap. "Poof! Here, there, everywhere—I'm omnipresent, unstoppable!"
With each power, she laughed smugly, her voice booming, megalomania unchecked. "HAHAHA! I'm not just strong—I'm a walking storm! The world? Mine for the taking! Bow down, mortals—Rex is your new electric empress!" Her poses grew more dramatic, muscles flexing, cum trickling anew from the sheer ecstasy of it all.
Adrian, overwhelmed, reached another orgasm—his pants now soaked through with cum, the stain spreading as he shuddered, worshipping her from afar. "R-Rex... you're... incredible..."
Rex paused, horny heat building in her core. Her gaze fell on Adrian, full of sexual hunger—eyes devouring his muscular, androgynous form, the devotion in his blue eyes, the mess in his shorts. She licked her lips, nipples hardening, a fresh wave of desire surging.
Option 1: Horny Rex having sex with Adrian.
Option 2: Rex resisting the sexual urge and continuing to test her strengths.
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