Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2017 23:45:21 GMT
Denim found herself once more in her home within her gravity chamber. She had it turned all the way up to eighty times Earth's gravity and had told Jacquette, "That I'll be training by myself for safety reasons and don't want you around in case I destroy the house." So there she was under a pressure of 9900 lbs. lifting a 6000 lb. bar bell by herself without help. The slim, sexy woman had sent her servant Jacquette to a hotel with her daughter that wasn't Alaistair's to spend the night there (if not a few days). For training equipment she wore simple red, breathable sports shorts and a white tank top with a pink heart in the center of it. Her back was bent over holding the bar of her current weight and she slowly let it down before straining to stand up and look around the room littered with other weights, sparring gear, etc. all under the strain of a cylindrical machine at the center of the room. She had just finished a thousand repetitions and felt like moving on to something else entirely.
Therefore, she went and started to jog around the room while pushing in front of her a leather medicine ball that weighed one hundred pounds normally. This under this extreme gravity meant she was moving eight hundred pounds at once as she did ten simple laps around her large room and sighed. The strain was a lot but she was starting to feel like it was slowly becoming too easy for her. She could feel the power she wished to cultivate still growing within her for her next transformation that she always spoke of now but wasn't sure if she was really as close to it as she wanted to be.
She sighed and with this thought in her mind laid down and did one hundred sit ups. "I really want to get rid of my big, bulky form and access true power if I can." She told herself in between each sit up. Unfortunately, her body seemed to think otherwise. It always wanted to add on more muscle, more height and didn't want to stop doing this. It was almost as if it was telling her for certain her true body was anything but human. Yet that couldn't be the case. She still felt human through and through and pondered if perhaps her body here hadn't maybe gone through a true growth spurt.
"What if I'm naturally bigger then other humans and I just never caught up to my real growth spurt till now?" She thought to herself soon switching over onto her belly to hold a seal pose for thirty minutes. One could tell by looking at her even in this position she was in top physical condition. Hardly any excess body fat existed on her besides what was recommended by a doctor for her gender. This meant she had a good 13-20% body fat on her allowing for defined, lean muscles to be visible in her shoulders, abdomen and her legs, especially her legs. Denim doubted anyone could just easily knock her over, hurt her or even kill her now but she knew she had died before so this training was necessary.
Denim would soon go into a ten minute break after her prior exercise and spend it eating through some health bars made by the Blue Banner Army for its soldiers; at least that's what they said. Apparently they were publicly sold everywhere so Denim picked some up on the off chance they were helpful. It wasn't really clear where they came from but they boosted her energy and allowed her to transform to her more muscled form. She'd take up a boxing stance in this odd form that was nearly a foot taller then her regular state and far heavier. Within this form she'd fire off six hundred jabs with both arms and finish twenty minutes later. Then she'd run towards the wall of the gravity chamber and under huge amounts of pressure bounce off it and attempt to land with her feet on the other wall opposite her. She'd repeat this attempt a few times, falling on the floor more then once, and end up successfully doing this sixty times out of two hundred times.
The pain was of course pretty bad but in her buff form it negated it pretty well as she shrunk back regular size and stood on her hands for the next hour to relieve her pain. "I'm going to be sore in the morning..." She told herself before heading out of the chamber to rest and to call Jacquette back home. She had no clue what her new form might look like but she prayed she wasn't as big as her current form was or even bigger as a fake transformation proved to be. Being seven feet tall at that time in the past had been rather annoying and she didn't really want it to happen again.
Therefore, she went and started to jog around the room while pushing in front of her a leather medicine ball that weighed one hundred pounds normally. This under this extreme gravity meant she was moving eight hundred pounds at once as she did ten simple laps around her large room and sighed. The strain was a lot but she was starting to feel like it was slowly becoming too easy for her. She could feel the power she wished to cultivate still growing within her for her next transformation that she always spoke of now but wasn't sure if she was really as close to it as she wanted to be.
She sighed and with this thought in her mind laid down and did one hundred sit ups. "I really want to get rid of my big, bulky form and access true power if I can." She told herself in between each sit up. Unfortunately, her body seemed to think otherwise. It always wanted to add on more muscle, more height and didn't want to stop doing this. It was almost as if it was telling her for certain her true body was anything but human. Yet that couldn't be the case. She still felt human through and through and pondered if perhaps her body here hadn't maybe gone through a true growth spurt.
"What if I'm naturally bigger then other humans and I just never caught up to my real growth spurt till now?" She thought to herself soon switching over onto her belly to hold a seal pose for thirty minutes. One could tell by looking at her even in this position she was in top physical condition. Hardly any excess body fat existed on her besides what was recommended by a doctor for her gender. This meant she had a good 13-20% body fat on her allowing for defined, lean muscles to be visible in her shoulders, abdomen and her legs, especially her legs. Denim doubted anyone could just easily knock her over, hurt her or even kill her now but she knew she had died before so this training was necessary.
Denim would soon go into a ten minute break after her prior exercise and spend it eating through some health bars made by the Blue Banner Army for its soldiers; at least that's what they said. Apparently they were publicly sold everywhere so Denim picked some up on the off chance they were helpful. It wasn't really clear where they came from but they boosted her energy and allowed her to transform to her more muscled form. She'd take up a boxing stance in this odd form that was nearly a foot taller then her regular state and far heavier. Within this form she'd fire off six hundred jabs with both arms and finish twenty minutes later. Then she'd run towards the wall of the gravity chamber and under huge amounts of pressure bounce off it and attempt to land with her feet on the other wall opposite her. She'd repeat this attempt a few times, falling on the floor more then once, and end up successfully doing this sixty times out of two hundred times.
The pain was of course pretty bad but in her buff form it negated it pretty well as she shrunk back regular size and stood on her hands for the next hour to relieve her pain. "I'm going to be sore in the morning..." She told herself before heading out of the chamber to rest and to call Jacquette back home. She had no clue what her new form might look like but she prayed she wasn't as big as her current form was or even bigger as a fake transformation proved to be. Being seven feet tall at that time in the past had been rather annoying and she didn't really want it to happen again.
