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Consensus, Day 3-4: Reunited
🕑 Added 2023-05-11 08:03:00 +0000 UTCAn ominous silence wafted through the massive cell. The flies hadn’t settled upon any of the bodies yet. A solid backing track for the staring contest unfolding within it.
On one side, stood Christina—an absolute bombshell of a woman, refined in her stature. On the other, stood Tessa—a hulking beast of beauty whose individual bicep surpassed Christina’s torso. To the layman, this looked to be a one-sided fight in the supermassive woman’s favor, but a half-smirk on the opposing businesswoman’s face suggested otherwise.
“I’ll be taking that from you, thank you very much,” Christina remarked, using her telekinesis to pry Howard Grove from Tessa’s beefy fingers. The larger woman growled animalistically, enraged that her prime target of vengeance had been stripped from her by such a puny, puny girl.
“Wait outside please. We don’t need you influencing this fight anymore than you already have.” She then mind-tossed Howard outside of the cell into a group of brainwashed security guards, who promptly held him down and shoved cloth in his mouth so he could not speak. He could squirm all he wanted, no difference would be made.
Christina directed her attention back to the more immediate threat in the room. “Well, My original plan was to get my strength boost from the mailwoman… But with a fine specimen such as yourself, I might be able to skip that phase of the plan entirely. Talk about luck!”
“Whatever you plan to do to me, puny girl… I assure you it will not be happening,” Tessa’s booming voice responded. “If you plan on stopping me from escaping this prison, all you need to do is look around you to understand the fate that awaits you.”
“I’m afraid the same must be said for you instead.” Christina retorted, channeling her telekinesis-boosted mind control directly into her adversary’s head.
To the average person within her control, it was like adding another sheet of paper to the pile. A little awkward on occasion, but easily manageable and functioned like clockwork. Tessa’s mind was like adding a giant iron cannonball to the stack as a paperweight. It simply wasn’t going anywhere. But Christina was not deterred. While it would not be an easy fight, the businesswoman did not see herself losing to this graceless giant anytime soon. She took a deep breath before donning a well-researched combat pose.
Clenched within her left fist was the draining device once reserved for Mae.
Tessa picked up several nearby bodies, chucking each cadaver at Christina one by one. The beautiful businesswoman lackadaisically dodged each and every one effortlessly, putting the bare minimum of necessary movement as she weaved and contorted her body around what should have been devastating attacks. With a wave of her finger, the final body thrown briefly became animated. Using a mix of her telekinesis and Carrie’s body commanding to redirect the trajectory of the once-living projectile.
Visible strain briefly appeared within her finger as Christina used a roundabout method—having the body's legs perform a brief parkour stint on the wall behind her—to return the projectile to its sender.
But with a swipe of her hand, Tessa reduced the thrown body to mincemeat. Barely slowed, Tessa charged at Christina. The room quaked at the thunderous sound of Tessa’s own footsteps as she stormed towards the far smaller woman. But what Christina lacked in size she more than made up for in nimbleness, zipping about the cell with enhanced speed and unreadable patterns like a fly outpacing a gorilla.
She took this time to observe her opponent, looking for weaknesses to exploit. Despite how shoddy Tessa’s form was, Christina had to commend her respectable defense and unbreachable hide. The businesswoman only had one chance to make her device pierce her opponent’s skin, lest the needle be bent or torn beyond usability. The metal wasn’t going to breach, that was for certain, Christina would have to make an opening herself.
But as she contemplated, she was caught off-guard by Tessa’s entire arm suddenly growing even larger. Christina found herself stricken in the face by a fist the size of her entire head, sending her careening into the nearby wall, shattering through it with her sheer mass.
Christina now found herself in the open courtyard of the prison, where Tessa could grow unopposed now that there was no ceiling to inconvenience her. Ten... Eleven… Twelve feet of height. No matter how tall she got, the redhead’s wicked smile was as clear as day to the tiny businesswoman.
“How are you doing that without Howard’s influence?” Christina demanded, a hint of desperation breaking through her confident demeanor.
Tessa laughed. “It’s because I don’t need puny people to get what I want in life anymore!”
Christina was now silently terrified. Had this beast of a woman managed to figure out a way to harness more power without Grove yapping his mouth? Needless to say, that only further enticed the former janitor. She needed this.
Once more, she attempted a non direct confrontation—channeling her telekinesis not to control, but to destroy. She delivered several precise strikes towards Tessa’s mind, but found that they arrived woefully short of the mark.
“Puny! Puny! Puny!” Tessa repeated, realizing how futile Christina’s attempts to hurt her were. “No one so pathetically small can hurt me! Run like a coward or lay down and die like your puny brethren!”
But Tessa’s ruthless insulting sparked an idea within Christina. Sure, she couldn’t do any damage to Tessa’s titanic body, but there was someone else here who most definitely could.
Focusing her telekinesis and body manipulation powers once more, she targeted not Tessa’s mind, but Tessa’s left arm. Tessa lifted up her foot to stomp out Christina once and for all, only to be punched in the face by… herself? This unexpected attack caused Tessa to lose her already tenuous balance, plummeting backwards onto the sun-baked concrete.
The massive woman directed her attention to her left arm, confused, only to immediately be blindsided by a blow from her own right arm. Now dazed and confused, she screamed in agony as her own fingernails were slowly and painfully dragged down the length of her face, taking out large chunks of flesh with each centimeter traveled.
Tessa tried to stand up, only for one of her legs to kick the other so hard that bone was shattered. Now running out of options, all Tessa could do was yank out massive swaths of concrete from the ground and throw them at Christina. The businesswoman’s senses were so overwhelmed by Tessa’s uncooperative body that she took a few chunks of rebar to the face.
“Ugh, those pesky powerful eyes. Such overwhelming might simply will not do!”
With the legs taken care of, Christina returned her attention to Tessa’s hands, using them to claw her own eyes as blood streaked down her cheeks. Now effectively blind and crippled from the waist down, the redhead began to swing her arms aimlessly in every direction, trying to suss out where exactly her adversary had gone. Arid groans escaped her lips, her screaming long out of steam.
But it was too late. Christina had won.
“Why don’t you open that chest of yours for me, hon?” Christina spoke with a sickly sweet voice.
Tessa’s shaking hands did as they were told, tearing through the supple flesh of her breasts and far past muscle and rib cage.
“Good girl.”
Christina walked forward and jammed the device within Tessa’s open chest cavity, beeping and sparking as it struggled to capture all of the magical energy brimming within the hulking beauty’s bod. Much like Carrie before her, Tessa was left shriveled and whimpering, further exacerbated by just how much of her body had been clawed off by her own staggeringly powerful hands.
Of course, Christina cared not for the raggedy breathing of the human she had just slain as a more pertinent sound pinged in her ears. The draining device was done. Wasting no time, she ripped the blinking creation out of the redhead’s crippled body. “Disgusting,” she remarked, wiping her stained fingers on a shirt of the nearest deceased inmate.
Christina moaned with pleasure as the power that was formerly Tessa’s washed over her body, her mind slipping into the nascent throes of orgasmic pleasure. The redhead’s freckles were added to her cheeks, providing her with an overall more youthful appearance. She allowed herself an obscene moan. Just one. Then it was back to business. With this new power at her disposal, it was time to make sense of it.
Immediately, something stuck out to her. Something she couldn’t help but laugh at. Tessa was a fool. She wasn’t circumventing the need of a conduit such as Howard Grove to obtain her growth, instead, it was merely a product of her unique powerset. Tessa in fact, started off with a certain level of power which she could then channel into body manipulation. She hadn’t even used 50% of her full potential! What a waste of power!
But that only made Christina erupt in rapturous laughter even farther. And with that laughter, she grew. She roared her ecstasy into the sky, body convulsing with the shuddering culmination of a lifetime of desire now realized beyond what she could even imagine a mere three days ago.
Her clothes tore, but she didn’t care. They were replaceable, just like everyone around her. Her toes curled, digging into the concrete below like putty as her perfect form expanded upwards and outwards. She didn’t care for the unsightly musculature of Tessa, so her growing body was more accurately-proportioned, merely increasing in overall size for maximum efficiency. Every muscle in her perfect body exploded into perfect relief inside her as she grew closer to the sky.
But her trek upwards was short lived. She liked being able to walk through doors and certainly didn’t need all the extra attention afforded to her by commanding so much physical space that she was more a tourist destination than a smart, successful woman.
Commanding a prison security guard to make with his clothes, she quickly fell back into line. Most would see her as a mere security guard, and those who were not most would have their minds changed about it instantly.
But now, Christina had more pressing matters to attend to.
“Oh, Howard, Howard, Howard… what on earth am I going to do with you?” Christina exaggeratedly bemoaned as she paced back and forth in the jail, as if talking down to an unruly child. “You’ve been nothing but a hindrance to me, and yet I must thank you.”
“Thank me? What are you on about, you crazy bimbo?” He fired back, the guards still holding him in place, though his silencing cloth had been removed.
“There cannot be great scientific advancements without first a great hindrance.” She held out her hand, one of the security guards placing a strange new device within it. “And you have made for quite the hindrance, Mr. Grove.”
“Me? You were the careless cretin who made me slip and fall! Don’t think that just because you’re some hot-shot business trollop now means that I don’t still see you as the lowly janitor you always deserved to be!”
Those would be the last horrid, misogynistic words Howard Grove ever spoke of his own volition.
Christina reeled back her sinewy arm, delivering a powerful punch into the old bastard’s face. Her massive feminine fist effortlessly tore through every part of his chin and upper neck like the flat end of a knife through melted butter. He was killed instantly, but whether he lived or died was no longer any of the businesswoman's concern—after all, she now had the only thing that ever made him useful in her eyes.
Holding it up to the light like a prized trophy, Christina held in her bloody hand Howard’s larynx. It was not a perfect surgery by any means, most of his spinal cord was still attached, as was a lot of blood. But now, she had exactly what she needed to make an excellent Howard Grove speech synthesizer.
There was just one piece missing. A certain reality-manipulating ability that would help a lot of this borderline pseudoscience into a real and dangerous possibility. And Christina reckoned that with three powersets under her belt, this next person would pose little to no threat at all.
The Age of Christina was upon them all.
