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Mizuki Chapter 3 (Female Muscle Growth Story)

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Mizuki Chapter 3
by MagnusMagento
Commissioned by MizukiNagano



1.) Immediately after Chapter 2

For someone who had just taken two bullets to the chest less than ten minutes ago, Mizuki was remarkably healthy.  In fact, the only concern the young woman had was to keep the bloodstains on her clothing covered in order to avoid suspicion from any onlookers.  She broke out into an extremely fast power-walk, moving at a speed just below that of jogging.  After the initial adrenaline rush of the what had just happened wore down, Mizuki was faced with another realization: her clothing was very uncomfortable; it was simply too tight.

Another fact made itself apparent to the young woman: her senses were really sharp.  Too sharp.  She could hear almost everything around her in a large radius.  The combination of noises all bombarding her at once was almost maddening.  Just a car passing by was a painful experience as Mizuki automatically discerned each and every part of the car in motion; the engine clattering; the tire's tread on the road; even the passengers inside speaking normally.  All of these things presented themselves to her.

Mizuki quickened her pace, desperate to get home as soon as possible without drawing attention to herself.  She focused on blocking out the painful orchestra of noise, mentally forcing herself to take in less audio feedback.  Fortunately for Mizuki, her efforts were rewarded, and she quickly found that she could selectively increase the range of her hearing as desired.  On a whim, she decided to try the same with her eyesight, and discovered that she could effectively zoom-in on anything she concentrated towards.

With that immediate crisis diverted, Mizuki turned her focus on another mounting problem: she needed to get home.  She was able to run to the criminal's hangout initially, but she still couldn't risk drawing attention to herself.  The vampiress imagined the city as if it were a map, and quickly discerned a faster route by going through some back alleys.  She ducked into the closest one and began weaving to and fro through the dark paths.  Mizuki's clothing was really starting to cut into her skin, so she decided to speed things up further by implementing various parkour tricks she had seen on television; mostly leaping high into the air, grabbing onto the bottom of balconies and propelling herself forward.  To her surprise, performing the motions was almost effortless.  Then again, she had now drained a total of four men, so her immense gymnastic capability made sense.

Mizuki wanted to push things even further.  She approached a nearby building with a ladder and quickly climbed up to the roof.  From there she broke out into a full sprint, which hurtled her forward at startling speed.  Within a matter of moments, Mizuki had approached the edge of the roof.  Without a second thought, she leapt off of it with all of her might, and found that her powerful legs easily cleared the distance.  Emboldened by this feat, Mizuki continued to traverse from rooftop to rooftop before eventually reaching her own; from which it was easy enough to descend to street level and enter her apartment.


2.)

Having finally returned home Mizuki let out a heavy sigh of relief.  The recent adrenaline rush of literally jumping from rooftop to rooftop wore off, and she was quickly reminded that her newly developed leg muscles were cutting into her jeans.  Mizuki unbuttoned her pants and began to pull her pants off, only to find this an incredibly difficult task.  Her quadriceps were too thick, as were her round, powerful glutes.  Frustrated, she began tearing the garment off, and to her surprise the sturdy fabric began to rip with ease.  Mizuki applied a bit more force, and the thick material tore like tissue paper within her grasp.

A moment later the young woman had freed her legs of their denim prison, and was greeted by the sight of just how developed they had become: thick, tear-drop shaped quads sat above a pair of equally imposing calves that stuck out with significant ferocity.  She shook her thighs and watched the muscles ripple, still somewhat in disbelief that they were hers.  Experimenting further, she tensed them and watched the bundles of muscle harden and bulge out in response.

Eager to see what other changes her recent acquisitions had brought, Mizuki scrambled for the bathroom mirror.  She took off the heavy leather jacket adorning her upper half; and as soon as she laid eyes on the reflection in front of her, she let out an audible “Holy shit”.  She was jacked!  Every muscle on Mizuki's upper half was round, large, and seriously defined.  In comparison, her tank top now looked smaller than ever, bordering close on functioning as a sports bra.

Mizuki indulged a bit, bringing her arms up and performing a double bicep flex; causing a pair of lemon sized biceps to rise up.  Chords of muscle on top of and alongside her arms indicated that they were expertly conditioned.  A high, split peak met the top of the bicep's belly, and made the limb appear even more imposing.

Next she lowered her arms and entered a crab flex, allowing her pecs to bulge out in response.  This lead Mizuki to another observation: her breasts had similarly grown.  “That's strange, can't imagine I stole these from those goons.” she mused to herself with a laugh.  On an impulse she tensed her pecs, watching with joyful eyes as her breasts danced from the motion.

To better explore her new body, she took her tank-top off, leaving just a bra that was far too tight at this point.  Mizuki couldn't help but notice how the individual fibers and striations of her muscles waltzed in harmony from the slightest effort.  The next thing that caught the young woman's attention was her abs, which had developed significantly as well.  She crunched her midsection down, causing the thick, round muscles to bulge out; forming a veritable six-pack.  She crunched again, and another pair of abs made themselves visible on the bottom of her torso, forming an elusive eight pack.

Eager to test her body out, Mizuki dropped to the floor and started performing push ups – the same exercise she had used as a benchmark in the past.  Immediately it became evident that her strength had skyrocketed since a mere few hours ago.  Repetition after repetition fell to the wayside as Mizuki's powerful body was barely challenged from by task.  She increased her speed, and before long had breached the 100 push up mark, well on her way to 200.  After 200 she grew bored and transitioned to single-handed push ups, which, while still challenging, were more than manageable.  

Eventually Mizuki concluded that she had become too strong to truly test herself through bodyweight exercises alone.  Part of her wanted to stroll into a 24 hour gym, pump her muscles up to their new maximums, and soak in the reactions of everyone else around her.  Despite these desires, she knew that for now she needed to keep a low profile.

The rest of the evening Mizuki stayed in and practiced various martial arts moves.  Just like everything else, performing the motions was easier than ever, and she found she could produce far more powerful blows with greater finesse than before.  Eventually the sun returned, and even that had become easier to deal with; she was able to stay awake for a couple hours of daylight, passing out into slumber at around 8 AM.


3.)

As Mizuki awoke from her slumber, she was greeted to another collection of text messages, missed calls, and voice mails.  The majority could be disregarded for the time being, eventually Mizuki would figure out a way to earn an income and spend more time with her friends.  One of the messages however, caught her attention: it was from one of her co-workers who was a mutual friend amongst her social circle, a late 20s man named Miles.  The message read as follows: “I know it's you.  I know you're the person the news is calling the Vampire Assailant.  Meet with me Mizu, I can help.”

Mizuki's mind was spinning.  What news reports was Miles talking about?  How could Miles have possibly pegged this on her?  Could she really trust him?  Also, why Miles of all people?

Disoriented, she logged onto her computer and checked the local news.  Sure enough, the top story was about a mysterious 'Vampire Assailant' who had attacked a total of four men over two incidents.  That was her doing all right.  Still, how did Miles make this connection?

To put it as politely as possible, Miles was a hardcore tech geek that had trouble with the fairer sex.  He wasn't particularly physically unattractive, the issue was more so that he had a difficult time understanding that most women weren't interested in hearing about his latest desktop builds, or for him to explain why they should try dual booting operating systems for different purposes.  

It also just so happens that Miles had tried a few unsuccessful times to court Mizuki.  She felt bad turning him down, but it would've been worse in the long term to be dishonest and enter a passionless relationship.

Agitated, Mizuki took a quick shower, where she noticed that her muscles had all developed a bit further; likely thanks to her exercise from the day prior.  As she bathed, she considered whether or not she would meet up with Miles.  On one hand, doing so would all but confirm to him that she was indeed the vampire the news was referring to.  On the other, what could he possible do to her?  She was strong.  Really strong.  Sexy too.  Of course, she didn't want to make the poor guy fall madly in love or anything.  Either way, she could more than handle herself, presuming this wasn't some kind of trap.  After all, she could just drain Miles if worst came to worst.  As soon as that thought crossed Mizuki's mind she violently shook her head.  That wasn't how she was going to do things.  She would only feast on the wicked.

After cleaning up, she directly called Miles and they agreed to meet up at his place.  In their city rent was high, leading people to make homes out of all manner of strange places.  As a result, Miles actually rented out and lived in an oversized garage converted into a home.  It was bigger and cheaper than most traditional apartments, but much less inviting and cozy.  Either way, it certainly didn't help his dating situation.

Next Mizuki clothed herself, which was becoming a more and more difficult challenge due to her growing body.  An old tank-top scarcely covered her top half, leaving most of her midsection revealed, while a pair of yoga pants were stretched out across her thick legs.  She'd need to find a way to procure new clothing fairly soon.  Next she threw on the heavy jacket from the evening prior to conceal her muscular upper half (which likely would draw a good deal of attention) and headed out into the night.


4.)
18 minutes later

Mizuki arrived at Miles's place and knocked loudly on the door.  A few moments later it opened and the man greeted him.  He was immediately shocked to find that he was looking at Mizuki eye to eye.  While he wasn't a particularly tall man, standing at a fairly average 5'9”, he used to stand over her by a good amount.  

“Well, I'm here.” Mizuki said blankly.

“Right.  Yeah.” Miles was a little disoriented.  Mizuki looked so... different.  She was taller, sure, but there was more to it than that.  Her face had a pale, almost supernatural appearance to it; but she wasn't ugly, far from it.  In fact, her lips looked fuller, redder, and her eyes were sharper and clearer than before.  There was an acute beauty to her features.  Even her hair appeared to glisten brighter and healthier than before.  

He spoke again: “Umm... so, come in if you'd like.” he offered, moving inside the makeshift dwelling.  A wide variety of machines and devices were strewn about.  Multiple desktop computers were setup, and everything was generally unorganized.

Mizuki followed, wordlessly.

“Took a cab?” Miles asked, noticing that her car was absent.

Mizuki shook her head.  “Walked.”

“Walked... from your apartment?”

“Well, more like ran, but yeah.”

“But that's...”

“I'm a lot fitter now.” Mizuki interrupted.

Miles nodded and gave her a quick looking up and down.  “You look it.”

Mizuki smirked.  Something came over her, a kind of confidence that led to a desire for self-indulgence.  She promptly took her jacket off and tossed it aside, revealing her thick, well-muscled upper body.  “I guess you could say so.” Mizuki added, stretching her arms out, letting her prodigious chest swell forward closer to Miles, allowing him to soak in her new-found glory.

Miles's face was flush red from the mere sight of Mizuki without her jacket on.  He was amazed at the combination of femininity and power her body exuded; all of which was accentuated by the nearly supernatural pale color of her skin.

“You okay?” Mizuki asked, her voice unintentionally breathy and seductive; which only further captivated the young man.

“Y-yeah.” He sputtered in response.  “It's just...”

Mizuki blinked a few times.  She analyzed and dwelled upon what was bothering Miles so much.  Between her feminine intuition and recently enhanced mind, it didn't take her long to come a conclusion.  “Oh.  Sorry.  I sometimes forget how... drastic... my changes have been.”  She took a  free hand and rubbed it alongside the exposed bottom half of her exquisitely sculpted abdomen.

Miles gulped again.  

The woman took another step towards him.  “You're not scared of me, are you?” she asked with a coy smile.

“N-No.  Well... maybe kind of.  I mean...”

Mizuki couldn't help but laugh.  “Well, I suppose I AM a vampire now.  That does make me rather... dangerous.” she winked.

Miles gulped again.  “You look, uh, rather... strong.”

“Mmm...” Mizuki purred.  “And I'm stronger than I look.” she added with a smile before showing off with a double bicep pose, allowing her arms to ripple accordingly.

Mizuki had never been a particularly flirtatious individual before, but after having gained so much strength and beauty, it came to her naturally now.  In fact, she enjoyed how even the slightest motions she made captivated the young man further; granting her another kind of power.  “Wanna feel them?” she offered before lifting up her tank-top further, revealing the entirety of her midsection.

With a shaking hand, Miles reached up for the offered mounds of powerful feminine flesh.

“Go on.” Mizuki coaxed. “I'm offering.  Don't make a girl wait.” she giggled.

Emboldened slightly, Miles placed his hand on the exposed skin.  “Holy shit...” he murmured.

“You like?” Mizuki asked before crunching her abs downward, causing them to harden within his grasp.

He kept pushing against the ridges, finding them to be indomitable to his touch.  “They're like rocks.” he observed.

“Yeah.  I have to admit they're pretty awesome.”

Miles lingered for a few moments, exploring the thick, powerful abs.  After letting him enjoy the sensation for a short while, Mizuki finally interrupted by taking a step backward before saying:  “So tell me Miles.  What's the real point of this meeting?”

He collected himself for a moment before responding.  “Right.  So it's fairly obvious that you're the vampire the news has been going haywire over.”

Mizuki shrugged, her tall trapezius muscles bunching up from the motion.  “I won't confirm nor deny anything.”

“Anyway, I've seen the pattern with your targets.  I know they all deserved it; plus none of them are dead.  So... I kind of put two and two together.  That whoever was making these hits was intentionally targeting scumbags.  These strange cases coincided with the exact time you suddenly became nocturnal and disappeared from work.  On a lark, I hoped it was you I guess.”  He face reddened even further.

Mizuki crossed her arms, her forearms bunching up in the process.  “Impressive detective work Miles.  One thing doesn't quite add up: how did you know about the histories of the men I allegedly drained?”

“Well...”  Miles looked around the room a bit.  He knew there was nobody else there, but it was something of a habit whenever he was about to disclose something private. “I've got a direct line into the city police database.  The hospital's too.”

Mizuki tilted her head.  “A direct line?  Like you know someone there?”

Miles shook his head.  “Not quite.” He started. “I, uh, hacked in a long time ago.”

“Hacked in?” Mizuki cocked an eyebrow.

“Well, it's not really like what you see in the movies.  A long time ago I putzed around with finding unsecured entrances into various organizations' servers.  It was surprising simple to access some of the general databases.  I've never really done anything with the information, just kind of had access to it.  More of a challenge than anything really.”

“So exactly what do you have access to?”  Mizuki asked.

Miles perked up as he had rare few opportunities to showboat on this particular feat.  “Nothing highly sensitive, but basically all of the records pertaining to arrests, anyone with a local criminal record, patients from the hospital, et cetera.”  He gave a demonstration and his fingers flew across the keyboard as he quickly sliced into a collection of hospital records.  Mizuki watched intently, surprised to find that her sharp mind could actually follow along with almost every move he made.  A few keystrokes later he had downloaded four separate patient charts.  “See, here are the goons you've, uh, feasted on.”

Mizuki peered over the information on the screen.  As far as she could tell, those certainly were the men.  

“I can also tell that you... stole their strength?” Miles added.  “All of the charts note that the men have surprisingly undeveloped limbs.  They aren't gimped though, just... out of shape.”

Mizuki bit her lower lip.  “Yeah. I did.” she admitted.  “It wasn't intentional though.”

Miles stroked his chin, thinking on what she had just said.

“Like...” Mizuki started again, unprompted.  “I got really hungry.  I couldn't eat food; my taste buds completely rejected everything.  The person who turned me into a vampire feasted on me.  I put two and two together.  For some reason though, every time I've sucked blood from someone, I get way stronger.  Smarter too, I think.”

“And taller?” Miles added.

“Yeah.  There's other benefits too... like whenever I workout I see results the next day.  I have way more energy than ever before.  After my last feast, my senses are even sharper; I can tune them in towards specific things, or listen to everything in a huge radius.”

“So, someone else did turn you into a vampire?  Was it like... intentional?”

Mizuki shrugged and let out an agitated sigh.  “I have no clue Miles.  It was just some dude in the middle of the night.  Approached me for a make out session.  He was... admittedly... pretty hot.  I accepted.  Next thing I knew he sunk his fangs into my neck, I couldn't escape, and everything turned to black.  Woke up an hour later and couldn't shake the feeling the rising sun was going to kill me.  From there everything else happened.”

“And when this, uh, guy vampire bit you... you didn't lose any muscle?”

Mizuki shook her head.  “I can't help but shake the feeling that he really wasn't trying to intentionally turn me into a vampire.”

“So what was he trying to do?”

“Feast on me, obviously.  Maybe kill me in the process.” A cold shiver ran down Mizuki's spine.

“And yet here you are... better than ever.” Miles murmured.

“Better?  I'm a nocturnal blood sucking monster that's confined to darkness!” Mizuki shouted.  This was the first time she could openly discuss her changes with another human being.

“Yeah but... Well... How strong are you?”  He responded.

Mizuki smirked as she was momentarily placated.  She scanned the room looking for something heavy.  There was an air conditioner sitting on the ground, unplugged.  Mizuki strolled over to it.  “How heavy is this?” she asked.

“Uh.. I dunno, standard air conditioner, so maybe fifty poun-” Miles interrupted himself as he watched the buxom babe grab onto the machine with one hand and hoist it into the air, causing her round muscles to bulge out further.  She curled it a few times with relative ease while walking back towards a slack-jawed Miles.

“Damn...” he said out loud.  “You really ARE even stronger than you look.”

“Yeah.  And I look pretty strong.” Mizuki added with a giggle.  After a dozen repetitions, she switched the box to her other hand.  The most difficult part of her feat was grabbing onto the relatively large thing with just one set of fingers.

Miles shifted around a bit.

“You're totally getting off on this, aren't you?” Mizuki asked with deadpan delivery.

Miles cleared his throat.

Mizuki continued speaking: “It's fine.  I'm kind of glad someone appreciates my new body to be honest.”

The young man's eyes lit up.

She quickly shot him down. “Don't get your hopes up.  I'm still not really interested.” Mizuki was surprised at easily and fluidly the words came out of her mouth.  Between her mind working faster than ever, and her body possessing far more strength than anyone she personally knew other than perhaps Biff, Mizuki felt naturally assertive and confident.  

Sensing that her words were perhaps too straight forward and harsh, she decided to offer a consolation prize.  “I'll still let you ogle my muscles, and feel them too.” she brought her arm down and tensed it, causing the splendidly developed bicep to rise up.  Miles reached over and grabbed onto it, trying his best to dent the limb, but totally unable to.

Mizuki could sense his reaction as arousal slowly overcame all of his senses.  She decided to further tease him a bit: “Damn Miles.  You REALLY like my muscles, don't you?”

He gulped a bit and nodded.  “You're not liked... creeped out or anything, are you?” he added.

Mizuki laughed.  “Nah. It's cool, you were actually invited to stare this time.”

His face flushed further with embarrassment.

“Just think about it Miles.” Mizuki started again. “I'm going to keep getting bigger, and stronger, and harder all the time.  Plus I've got all kinds of other cool abilities.  Did you know that I can hear your heart beat from here?”

“R... really?”

“Yup.  And it's speeding up even faster too.”

Miles released his grip, stood up from his desk and took a few steps back.  “Sorry Mizu, I'm just overheating here.” he said, fanning himself profusely.

“It's cool.” she decided to spare him and change the subject. “So... what were you talking about earlier in your text?  That you can help me.”

After collecting himself once again, Miles was finally ready to discuss business.  “Right.  So I understand that you need to feed, and you only want to feed on the wicked. I get that.  It's cool. What I can do, is help you get to the bad guys.  Provide information, reconnaissance, that kind of thing.”

Mizuki cocked an eyebrow.  “Go on.”

“Well, I guess there isn't much else to go on about.  I wasn't sure if you would be interested, or if you really were a vampire badass.  That said, tomorrow I can pick up an earpiece for you to put in while you're out, uh, hunting.  With it you'd be able to communicate to me directly from almost anywhere.  Then from here I can look stuff up and try to help you out.”

“Like in the movies?”

Miles nodded.  “Yeah, kind of.  Though I'll be stuck to the confines of reality.”

Mizuki mulled his words over a few moments.  She couldn't think of any reason to reject his offer.  Hopefully it would let her get a better handle on what was going on.  She decided to mess with him just a little bit longer before accepting.  “You just want to hear me pushing myself, panting, getting hot and heavy as I kick ass, don't you?”

Miles blinked a couple of times, caught off guard by the accusation.  “No... you can turn off the receiver at any time.”

“Or crush it with my bare hands!”

Miles gulped.

“I'm just busting your balls Miles.  Honestly if you were here getting excited as you imagined me kicking ass, that'd be kind of adorable.  Like a horny little cheerleader.” she winked.  “So... anything else?”

Miles wanted Mizuki to stay, but he couldn't think of anything.  “I guess not.  Need me to pick you up anything from the land of the living?”

“Well...” she didn't want to resort to this, but it was as good an opportunity as ever.  “I could use more clothing.  I mean, there are 24 hour stores that are open, but right now I'm trying to keep a low profile.”

“Sure, I can pick up some clothing for you.  Have anything specific in mind?”

“Something that'll show off this body.  Oh, and something heavy I can wear over to hide said body.”

Miles nodded.  “Alright.  I'll get the stuff tomorrow.  See you in the evening?”

“If you're lucky.” Mizuki teased with a wink before sauntering off into the darkness, her hips effortlessly swaying to give Miles one last tease.


5.)
As Mizuki headed home, she felt empowered from her meeting with Miles.  Seeing his reaction to her, and knowing the control she held over him was intoxicating.  She had to remind herself not to break his heart though.  As Mizuki continued with her stroll, she allowed her hearing to extend outward, so she could pick up any suspicious sounds.  Low and behold, a few minutes into her walk she detected something maleficent sounding.  She broke into a sprint and arrived at the scene of the noise a mere few moments later.

In a back alley, a man with a baseball bat was mercilessly beating a body on the ground.  Mizuki quickly scanned the scene and sensed a package on the ground full of heroin.  She knew that this act of violence was likely due to a dispute over it.  That's when she decided to spring into action.

“Hey.  Bozo.” she yelled out, letting her voice fill the air.

The man looked over.  “Get lost bitch.”

Mizuki continued to stroll towards him.  “That's no way to talk to a lady.”  Her impressive body was covered by the jacket.  She suspected that if her muscles were revealed, he might've had a different tone.

“I said get lost bitch, or you're next.”

“You'd hit a woman?  With a bat?” Mizuki shook her head.  “That's pretty unacceptable.”

“Last warning.” he now faced her, readying himself to launch an attack.

“It's your funeral if you try.” she retorted, bringing her arms outward and behind her head in a casual manner.

The man let out a shout of anger before launching himself at Mizuki, swinging the bat directly towards her skull.  She lazily reached up and grabbed onto the bat, stopping it mid-air.  The man pulled, trying to retrieve his weapon, but was completely prevented in his advances; Mizuki's grip was simply too firm.

Frustrated he let go of the bat and retrieved a knife.  “That's it bitch.  Last chance!” he screamed.

“Last chance at what?”

The man lunged forward and plunged his knife directly into Mizuki's chest.  Pain met her senses and she started to bleed; but she stood perfectly still.  “Why'd you have to go and do that?   Now I have to wash these clothes later.  Worse, I have to heal this wound, and that part you're REALLY not going to like.” she grinned wickedly before grabbing hold of the man.

The criminal struggled to free himself from Mizuki's grasp, but found it to be an impossible task.  Without hesitation she moved in, sank her fangs into his neck, and drank deeply; absorbing his very lifeforce, growing even stronger in the process.  After finishing her task, she tossed him aside, unconscious, before she departed for her apartment.

-

After finally coming home, Mizuki observed her body again.  She had become even taller, stronger, and harder, all from draining that one man.  She had feasted on a total of five men now.  While she hadn't directly taken all of their muscle, between all of them, she had taken enough to make her easily one of, if not the strongest person alive.  That she knew of at least.  She was quickly reminded that since a vampire had given her this gift (or curse depending on your perception), that meant there were other supernatural creatures out there.  At the very least, the other vampire who sired her must still be prowling the streets.

Her mind was abuzz from the high of having just feasted.  It was similar to that of a runner's endorphin rush, but on a much greater scale.  She had to admit that she wanted more.  She wanted to see how strong, powerful, and beautiful this new body of hers could become.  Despite these desires, she knew she had to go about this the right way.  She would only take from those who would abuse their strength to harm others.

Fortunately for Mizuki, she knew precisely how to locate more targets that fit this bill.  She sat down and began meditating, peering into the memories of those she feasted on yesterday, and the man she had just encountered.

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To be continued..!
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