Author's Note: Not quite as arousing this time, sorry. Will work on description on the next installment.

“Celestial beings are the guardians of mankind. They fight for the greatest ideals of their civilisation , using their invulnerability and their power over their surroundings to suppress disruptive elements. They can control the weather, make fire, move things without using their hands, and cause disasters at will. Even to their death they encase their essence in stone, saving themselves to fight another day.”

-George Johnson, Chief Scientist of current New Los Alamos-

Refugee settlement “Enterprise”, Hawaii

The room was pitch black, save for a few radar screens and one topographic map on the far wall. Thermyscira was bustling with activity, runners and scouts shooting in and out of the city gates. A few seconds later, a red dot appeared on the screen, followed by several sirens.

“They've taken the bait,” said Jane, sighing in relief. “They're not attacking us anytime soon.”
Cheers erupted from the command centre and Jane prepared to leave before any officers decided to swamp her. With a probing push, she opened the doors. As she expected, Henry was standing outside, waiting for her.

“You were in there for three hours,” Henry noted, standing awkwardly at the door. He was a big man, and brighter than he looked-or acted. “Your room-mate-”
“You're my room-mate,” Jane insisted, batting her eyelashes.
“Fine. Your other room-mate has something to tell you.”
“Since when did I have one?” Jane asked in mock surprise.
Henry shrugged. Jane didn't usually act like this, but ever since the other female refugee, Atlanta, had come into the camp (and her bunk), she had become different, as if she wasn't quite herself anymore. “Atlanta wants you back in the room. She has something to tell you.”

Jane wondered about that. When she was asked why she wanted to join the refugees, Atlanta had presented the same reason- she couldn't become an Amazon because she had some sort of genetic defect, and so she was kicked out of Amazon society. But Jane knew very well that that wasn't the total truth. Atlanta was very powerful, and the last thing Jane wanted was to stay with her, alone.

As the duo walked back to their bunks, Jane looked up at the sky, at the moon, and a thought occured to her.. “I wonder if she's...”
“What's the matter?” Henry asked.
“Nothing,” Jane flushed, and they trodded on, toward the bunks.

Helen strode up the stairs of her headquarters, her calves driving her high heels into the stairs with each step. Unlike most Valkyries, she had chosen a diamond-coated spiked heel for her large shoes, but even in their enormous size the shoes somehow added sexiness to her figure. Her fingers tapped the stair railings absently. Each bore a ring of reinforced titanium, adorned with small, exquisitely cut diamonds over their outer surface. As her hand slid up the railings, the rings cut deep into the wood, chipping off otherwise perfect teak.

“Every Celestial-enhanced person is accounted for,” a woman beside her continued. Her musculature showed well through her latex outfit. She had the proportions of a middleweight bodybuilder, but she also had the curves of a supermodel and a conditioning that implied she was at least thirty times as strong as she looked. Her body was ripped, but she was more smooth than shredded. A mild gyrating of her hips while she moved told those around her that she was playing with herself.

“Are you sure?” Helen asked, her seven feet of beauteous brawn dwarfing her subordinate. “Alexandra, you need to be certain about this.” Her sapphire eyes narrowed, pinning Alexandra's.
“The last time a Celestial girl fought us, we lost-”
“You strangled her boyfriend until she yielded and committed suicide on the spot. Her stone is in his hands.” Helen giggled as she remembered her adversary, offering her life in place of the puny man. She, like all other women too weak-hearted to rape and kill men ruthlessly, deserved to die. As for that girl's stone, that was only a minor problem. The boyfriend was in their prison and they could force the stone out of his hands anytime they wanted. Alexandra shrugged. “The alien facility in the South Pole produced two Celestial girls. One of them is the one we just mentioned, who is dead, and the other is on our side, our chief alpha trainer Adrianne. The facility in Macchu Picchu produced five Celestial girls. Two are in Warsaw Pact, guarded by our allies. The rest were killed in a three-way fight between themselves. The facility in the Forbidden City grounds, China produced three Celestial girls, two of which are generals in the enemy Han state and one of which was slaughtered by Adrianne in Taiwan.”
“The Han state has Celestials?” Helen cut in.
“Yes. Apparently it's also one of the five states that accept male refugees,” Alexandra continued impatiently. “The Nepal facility enhanced two girls, both of which have committed suicide under pressure of our allies. There's another facility in the North Pole, but it hasn't created any Celestial girls yet, and the facility in Alaska enhanced one girl, who is currently preserved in our city's freezer chambers. Ever since the wars began, no one has entered her chamber.”

“Oh, I would like to differ on that,” Helen grumbled. They reached a stair and was turning into a corridor when Helen's right hand pummelled into Alexandra's chest, slamming her into the wall. Stones and dust trickled from the ceiling. Perhaps if you weren't so negligent in your duties, NightLady, you would know that she has DISAPPEARED!”

“What!?” Alexandra struggled, her compact muscles battling Helen's hypertrophied body, but all she managed was a small push before Helen forced both of her arms into the wall. “That isn't possible! The room is-”

“Empty,” Helen raged. “Completely empty!” Her palms locked into fists, pressuring Alexandra's wrists. Pops and cracks erupted from the hands buried in the war. “I gave you a task,” she continued , whispering threateningly. “You failed me.” Her hands crunched once more and Alexandra began to think that she would never write again. Her wrists couldn't stand so much pressure...

“the Grand Matron still has trust in you, though,” Helen added abruptly, releasing her. “You will hunt her down, and capture those generals in the state of Han as well.” She stared down the corridor, gasping for air. Matrons usually had so much strength that when they slammed their victims on walls, the victims would go out of breath for an additional half a minute.

“But how... You know how powerful those people are! Celestials are virtually unstoppable!”

“In case you didn't know, the new United Northwest States have lent us the Alaskan facility,” Helen continued. Her eyes narrowed into silts and a sadistic smile crept across her lips. “You, my 'friend', are going to become the next Celestial women of the age. And I am joining you.”

In one of Thermyscira's many dungeons, Aegianne the Second-class Valkyrie strode on with two third-class Valkyries flanking her. They weren't like most valkyries; those had titanic, powerful frames, freakishly muscular bodies and huge busts, but Aegianne had the sort of body one would expect on a more hypertrophied fitness model- each of her muscles were bulging noticeably, of course, but they still retained her petite frame, and her exquisite curves. Even a Super-Amazon would dwarf her if it wasn't for her seven feet of height, mostly derived from her extra-long, smoothly muscular legs. Her revealing armour accentuated her powerful, yet not oversized arms, giving her a sleek, sexy look in the process. Greek to begin with, Aegianne also had a glossy, bronzed skin to match her body. Both of her companions were no less attractive or powerful-looking, dressed in the same Pegasi Huntress armour as she was and catwalking confidently beside their leader.

They reached a doorway, where two solid-looking granite doors blocked their way. Aegianne's two companions looked up doubtfully at the gates-each of them must have been forty tonnes of rock, at least- but Aegianne merely shrugged and struck out against the door. There was a loud BANG! As both doors flew open, cracks appearing in them as they flung themselves against the inner chamber's walls.

The inner chamber was large- it was at least thirty metres tall and a hundred metres long, and at least forty metres across. Most of the floor was made out of concrete and decorated like a Roman sewer, with a smell strong enough to match- except that it was the smell of feminine juices, those immensely arousing liquids that jetted out of Amazons while they made love. On the walls were great tapestries of gigantic, incredibly muscular females, only that each of them had twenty-four metres of height and were so detailed and realistic, no archaeologist would have believed their age.

In the middle of the chamber were five great sceptres, crudely carved yet magnificent. From the looks of the ancient cracks at their base, they had been plunged into the ground by giantesses. Each of them had a crude jewel of the Amazon conversion substance at their heads, and chains right beneath them. One such staff, right in front of the chamber gates, held an unconscious man's mouth conspicuously close to the hydraulic-pump-sized nipple of a titanic muscle-goddess laid out on the ceiling.

“That's him, ladies,” Aegianne motioned seductively. “Exactly where I want him to be,” she mused. “Have you done to him what I asked you to do?”

“Yes, Aegianne.”
“Very well. You are now dismissed. As for the man...” Aegianne paused, and a sinister-looking syringe popped out of her belt. “I will deal with him.”

Henry and Jane walked down the silvery beach. A full moon gleamed above them, its white rays glinting off the sand and the gray wave-crests. Several stars shone shyly at the edge of the moonlight. It was a beautiful night.

For a moment, the duo walked on in silence. Jane was staring intently at the sea and its waves, as if she were deep in thought. Henry had always been fond of blonde-haired, blue-eyed girls-- most of them had great-looking tanned skin and dazzling looks-- but as he turned to Jane, he realised just how much more amazing she was than they were. Her brown hair flowed smoothly off her shoulders, like a waterfall, and her face looked, somehow, less arrogant and more comely than the beach-visiting women he had seen. Most of such girls, he had noted, were only endowed with sexiness in their features. Most girls he had seen in high school had a sort of friendly, welcoming look that made them more attractive. Jane's features were special, graced with the best of both worlds. Ah, and her eyes! Even though they usually skated off him and didn't really look at him a lot, they were unforgettable. Jane's eyes sparkled a pure ruby red. They weren't the sort of evil glares that one would expect from inhuman monsters in fantasy worlds. They shone brilliantly with intelligence and eagerness. If anything, they were more than human. And unlike the eyes of those Amazons, their light didn't die off in the dark.

Below her neck, Henry knew that Jane wasn't any less than stunning. She had decent curves, like a dancer, that showed her beauty even in her conservative T-shirt and jeans. Her body looked like a fitness model's, toned with just the right amount of muscle in the right places. She had incredible smoothness, tension and flexibility, and how gracefully she would move in...

Henry barely caught himself and gave his own arm a hard pinch. He didn't like her just because of her body (of course he liked her body, but that wasn't the point,) he liked her because she was what she looked like. She just had that aura of love. She was so friendly, so intelligent, so innocent and so cute... it was impossible for Henry not to like her. She was quite sure of herself whenever she dealt with official business or helped him with his work, and that didn't suck, either. And lastly, after spending three years together, Henry knew Jane just as much as Jane knew Henry.

Just then, Jane stopped, noticing Henry's scrutiny for the first time. “What's the matter?” she asked, turning to Henry, puzzlement written over her face. She looked so cute under the moonlight, if Henry wasn't lovestruck by what he saw, he would've hugged her.

It took a while for Henry to snap out of his trance. “Nothing...” he stammered. “J-just wondering why you brought me out here.”

Suddenly, Jane didn't look so calm.

“Are you sure you want to know?” she asked cautiously, fiddling with the bead in her necklace. Her eyes blazed into his, slight fear and indecision flickering in them. “We could wait until we were back in the bunk and-”

And for the first time in his life, Henry's mind began to think back to three years ago, when Jane O'Connor had moved into the settlement. The US Navy in Hawaii had offered sanctuary to refugees and remnants of worldwide armed forces. Henry had been ordered to retreat from the crumbling US army, and while the survivors of his battalion had escaped to the neutral factions in Canada, he had come to Hawaii- minutes before Jane O'Connor arrived in a ragtag motorboat. When authorities questioned her, she had said that she had some kind of genetic defect and couldn't become an Amazon, getting kicked out of the new United States instead. But even now, three years later, she had presented no evidence of her claim. What if (Henry felt a mild tremor in his heart)... what if Jane was really an Amazon spy?

“Jane, answer my question turthfully-” Henry demanded, realizing with shock that he'd have to kill Jane if if she was really an Amazon spy. Sadness flooded his mind. He couldn't stand the thought of killing her any more than he could stand cutting out his own heart. “Are you an-”

“NO, I'm not,” Jane replied flatly, as if she'd been reading his mind. “But I'm not quite who you think I am, either.”

“I don't understand-” Henry began, but Jane only gave his shoulder a tug, cutting him off. “Watch, Henry,” she snapped. She tore up her clothes as if they were toilet paper and threw them aside, showing the revealing bikini she wore underneath. Her brow furrowed. She got into a stance and brought her palms together, one above the other, as if she was compressing a dragonball. Her right arm moved slightly upward. Her eyelids shut suddenly. For a while, nothing happened. Then Henry's eyes widened and his jaw went very, very limp.

Extending from Jane's lower palm to her higher palm, burning with lively crackles, was a column of flame.

“Jane, h-how...”
“Just watch,” Jane chided, her eyes still closed. Her hands slammed downwards and the flame dissipated. She slammed both her palms into the sand, and to Henry's disbelief, the sand beneath her transmuted into a sheet of glass! As she stood up again, her left hand extended itself toward a nearby boulder, and as if it knew her will, the boulder shot toward her.
“Careful!” Henry shouted, trying to slam the boulder aside, but Jane's right arm slapped him out of the way. An astounded Henry moved aside with wonder. Jane was somehow stronger than he'd ever seen her.

“Stand clear!” she ordered. The beach sand climbed over the glass and onto her shin, hardening into rock. The boulder shot by her and began circling her body, as if it were levitated. With a kick, Jane sent the boulder flying into the sea. As it splashed, Jane swapped stances and lifted both of her hands as if she were pulling at dough. A great wave rose majestically from the boulder and swallowed it, roaring angrily as it collapsed on the beach. Seawater hit both of them in the face.

“It's time you knew, Henry.”

“Knew what? Henry asked, confused. Then a horrible thought occured to him as she stripped, revealing a rather outrageous bikini on her supermodel body. Her clothes falling limply to the ground.

“Knew that I'm not quite human anymore. I'm one of the most destructive forces on this planet.”

“Henry laughed nervously. “All this manipulation is great work, don't get me wrong. But you're not much good against an Amazon army.”

“Then you watch this.” Henry gasped as she dragged him over, the strength of her arm easily overwhelming his resistance. She dragged him over until her bust was nearly touching his chest. “Can you feel it? Try to walk away from me,” she challenged.

Henry looked around, but there wasn't much to manipulate on a beach and she wasn't moving either of his arms. “This is too easy,” he muttered, then stopped abruptly. There was a powerful pulling force coming from Jane. She wasn't moving, but he couldn't take a step away. He couldn't even begin to move. It was so strong, so overwhelming, so physical. It was almost like... like she had...

“Gravity?” Jane enquired. “That's right.” The sand had risen to her thighs now, encasing them in a thick, yet form-fitting cast. “That wave you saw,” she continued. “Tides. That boulder orbiting my body. That sand climbing my legs. Why do you think I could make all that happen?” She stopped, laying a hand on his shoulder in as comforting a manner as she could.

“Henry, I am a Celestial girl.”

“Henry, this is the third time I've explained this to you.”

“Yes, I do know that.”

“You don't believe me.”

Henry nodded dumbly. After all he had seen today, he just couldn't believe how Jane, the lovely teenager, could possibly be such a powerful person. Forget Amazon, he thought. Jane was a lot stronger than that.
“Basically,” Jane began again, “I draw my powers from a planet, one that has been compressed so it fits in my body. It's like the Earth, only I absorb the energy it emits- heat, gravity and electromagnetic fields. That's why I was strong enough to push you away. You didn't notice it before because I was on full absorption, which means the planet within me doesn't really interfere with my surroundings and I convert the energy into physical attributes. Because of the absorption, my brainpower allows me to control my strength well enough, so you don't feel anything.” They had found nothing much to burn, so Jane had simply ignited her clothes. “Oh, great.”

Then an idea occured to her. It was absolutely crazy and definitely embarrassing, but Henry needed to understand. Atlanta had hinted that the Amazons were coming after her, and she needed to get Henry to leave her as quickly as she could. “Henry...” she danced playfully toward him, whispering into his ear as sultrily as she could. To her amazement, the sex appeal worked just as she expected. The sex appeal had enriched her voice so well, it could've come out from a master temptress. “Say, don't...” She switched off the gravity absorption at her groin as much as she could, and almost immediately burst into pleasure. Wind rushed through her vagina, torturing her clitoris with rapid movement. She shivered in delight. “you...” she orgasmed, her body's tone somehow accentuating itself. “think...” muscles were forcing themselves out of her frame now, showing in promising bulges, shifting and balancing her symmetry for beauty. “I'm...” with another rock, she felt a sudden rush at her birth canal. Just as she expected. Now, if she could just control herself a little better... not give in to any pleasure... it wasn't easy. Oh, god, it wasn't! Excruciating pain shot throughout her body as her muscle development rushed into its greatest phase. Her muscles tried to recreate her image, inexorably shifting into place, growing into place, as veins whipped out from her heart, wrapping her rapidly warping body. Her private part gained a dagger-edged definition, sharp and stuffed with girl beef, tight enough to make her orgasmic bout even stronger.
At this moment, pleasure flooded her brain almost uncontrollably. She stood up, showing off her magnificent new form. Though her face was the same as before, her neck was now wrapped in thick, defined flesh. Her shoulders erupted into balls of muscularity. Her bi's and tri's had long abandoned the petite frame of her arm, bulging proudly along its sides, rippling as she lifted them. Veins burst from her gauntlet-like, strength-plated forearms, extending into impossibly delicate palms and caressing features. Her bikini top was stretched enough to allow the base of her bust to show. They had somehow merged with her chest pectorals and popped with bronzed, smooth muscle, veins scaling them at different places. Her previously tight stomach burst into a plateau of abdominals, ripped and diamond-hard, arranged and lifted so perfectly they looked like great mounds of their own. Her previously smooth, undefined thighs morphed into four distinct, sleek mounds that wrapped her legs with a sort of perfection. From there, the calves took over, two sets of two rock-solid hills that each rose from her legs, much stronger than pistons and more entrancing than any pair of manmade boots could make them look. As with her hands, her feet were delicate, just of the right size, elevated on her feet, her heels lifted inches above the ground as if she were wearing high heels.

It was hard to describe her, really. She looked very much like a Huntress would have, except she was sleeker, more agile-looking and, somehow, more becoming as a lady.

But Henry's eyes weren't fixed on her power or marvelling her new beauty- they stayed transfixed on her lower bikini piece. It burned on the sand with a fragrance that could only be described by one who had been through sex. They shot up to her snatch. :Love juices, steaming as they came out, flowed freely over Jane's swollen quadriceps, glistening invitingly with a hint of white. “...hot?” she finished, effortlessly snapping off her tight top and throwing it into the sea. A bounteous cleavage appeared in place of it, not oversized, but very close and very irresistible. “Henry, you know I wouldn't mind. Take me!”

And he did.