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The horrible roar of heavy steel smashing down on asphalt swallowed the relative still in the air in the back alley behind the gym. The sudden explosion of noise startled anyone in the immediate vicinity. A second detonation followed the first, then a third.

If it hadn't been caught on camera, there was no way to believe what had been seen; a human being lifting an old bank vault door clear off of the ground and slamming it down onto the pavement with enough force to break up the smooth asphalt into a furrow of jagged rocks and pebbles.

Yet that was exactly what Valentina had been doing. Gripping the massive steel door, she set her feet into the ground and pried it from the indentation formed into the hard pavement. Her muscles begged and pleaded for her to stop, sending pain signals into her equally taxed brain, but she gritted her teeth and ignored everything except the endgame, her raison d'etre, getting bigger, getting stronger.

The back lot resembled a warzone. Craters and furrows pockmarked the pavement like an artillery strike had bombarded the area. The lot had been earmarked for repavement anyway, which was the only reason Valentina had been allowed to smash it up by the gym owner to begin with.

Conventional weights were getting less and less effective these days. They simply did not cut it for her anymore. Valentina had to find alternative means to increase her already terrible strength. This old bank vault door was serving that purpose quite well. It had been found at junkyard, carelessly discarded by someone who had no clue how valuable such a marvel of manufacturing one could be. Of course, Valentina cared nothing for the expense, only the tremendous weight of the slab of steel mattered to her. The weight of the door measured into the tons. It would do quite nicely for her workout.

At first she had her doubts that she could even move it. After all, it was a massive, two foot thick slab of heavy gauge steel meant to withstand the force of a bomb going off. No human had any business being able to lift it off of the ground by herself without the use of machines.

But Valentina was no longer human.

Her muscles quivered and bloated inside her sweat-slick skin, almost groaning audibly with strain from being tested to the point of collapse. Fibers shredded and popped, determined by her superhuman metabolism to mend together again even larger and stronger than before. Fires spread across her huge frame, dull and annoying at first, but sharp and debilitating now. But she held all pain, all exhaustion in contempt. Quitting was for the weak, and she was not weak.

A ferocious amazonian war cry escaped her lips. Valentina gripped the heavy steel in her sore, bloody hands and ripped it free from the crater formed from embedding it into the pavement. The door groaned and vibrated with the scrape of steel on asphalt but cleared the ground. Valentina's muscles cried out holding the door aloft, tightening, thickening into an eldritch mass of shapes, valleys, and hills beyond what any human had a right to possess. The photographers present snapped picture after picture, documenting the record obliterating show of strength for the world to marvel upon. Valentina was only nominally aware of their presence and could hardly care less about them dancing around her immediate area to get that perfect angle of her elaborately muscular physique exerting the strength normally found in comic books.

None of that mattered. The only thing running through her mind was her own personal mantra "Get bigger. Get stronger." It numbed her aching body. It cleansed her soul. It granted her energy. The glory of attaining an even bigger physique, of scaling an even higher peak of physical strength gave her the endurance to carry on when others would have broken apart. The burn of exhaustion raged into a wildfire in her body, but she once more ripped the vault door up and lifted it even higher off of the ground than before. This had been nothing. She was now ready for the real workout to begin.

Description
The horrible roar of heavy steel smashing down on asphalt swallowed the relative still in the air in the back alley behind the gym. The sudden explosion of noise startled anyone in the immediate vicinity. A second detonation followed the first, then a third.

If it hadn't been caught on camera, there was no way to believe what had been seen; a human being lifting an old bank vault door clear off of the ground and slamming it down onto the pavement with enough force to break up the smooth asphalt into a furrow of jagged rocks and pebbles.

Yet that was exactly what Valentina had been doing. Gripping the massive steel door, she set her feet into the ground and pried it from the indentation formed into the hard pavement. Her muscles begged and pleaded for her to stop, sending pain signals into her equally taxed brain, but she gritted her teeth and ignored everything except the endgame, her raison d'etre, getting bigger, getting stronger.

The back lot resembled a warzone. Craters and furrows pockmarked the pavement like an artillery strike had bombarded the area. The lot had been earmarked for repavement anyway, which was the only reason Valentina had been allowed to smash it up by the gym owner to begin with.

Conventional weights were getting less and less effective these days. They simply did not cut it for her anymore. Valentina had to find alternative means to increase her already terrible strength. This old bank vault door was serving that purpose quite well. It had been found at junkyard, carelessly discarded by someone who had no clue how valuable such a marvel of manufacturing one could be. Of course, Valentina cared nothing for the expense, only the tremendous weight of the slab of steel mattered to her. The weight of the door measured into the tons. It would do quite nicely for her workout.

At first she had her doubts that she could even move it. After all, it was a massive, two foot thick slab of heavy gauge steel meant to withstand the force of a bomb going off. No human had any business being able to lift it off of the ground by herself without the use of machines.

But Valentina was no longer human.

Her muscles quivered and bloated inside her sweat-slick skin, almost groaning audibly with strain from being tested to the point of collapse. Fibers shredded and popped, determined by her superhuman metabolism to mend together again even larger and stronger than before. Fires spread across her huge frame, dull and annoying at first, but sharp and debilitating now. But she held all pain, all exhaustion in contempt. Quitting was for the weak, and she was not weak.

A ferocious amazonian war cry escaped her lips. Valentina gripped the heavy steel in her sore, bloody hands and ripped it free from the crater formed from embedding it into the pavement. The door groaned and vibrated with the scrape of steel on asphalt but cleared the ground. Valentina's muscles cried out holding the door aloft, tightening, thickening into an eldritch mass of shapes, valleys, and hills beyond what any human had a right to possess. The photographers present snapped picture after picture, documenting the record obliterating show of strength for the world to marvel upon. Valentina was only nominally aware of their presence and could hardly care less about them dancing around her immediate area to get that perfect angle of her elaborately muscular physique exerting the strength normally found in comic books.

None of that mattered. The only thing running through her mind was her own personal mantra "Get bigger. Get stronger." It numbed her aching body. It cleansed her soul. It granted her energy. The glory of attaining an even bigger physique, of scaling an even higher peak of physical strength gave her the endurance to carry on when others would have broken apart. The burn of exhaustion raged into a wildfire in her body, but she once more ripped the vault door up and lifted it even higher off of the ground than before. This had been nothing. She was now ready for the real workout to begin.