Sarah and Marcy both put down the weights they were holding. To be precise, they dropped them from waist height. The high-tech floor wasn't damaged in the slightest, but it made a sound so loud Dennis was surprised he didn't go deaf.
Sarah turned her gaze to her brother. This made Dennis freeze up, especially since she gave a cocky smile.
"Say, Dennis, I've been thinking - "
Marcy brought a huge hand to her comparatively petite mouth and ah-hemmed at Sarah.
Sarah rolled her eyes and said, "Okay, we've been thinking." Marcy smirked and nodded at this. "10,000x gravity has been good enough so far, but we think our fans deserve to see how far we can really go. None of this 'holding back' crap we've done till now."
Dennis boggled at what Sarah's words. "You mean... 10,000 isn't your maximum?!" While he was the one who granted them their strength, his thoughts before taking the picture were too vague for him to tell just how strong they were.
Instead of answering directly, Sarah just let out a guffaw so mighty that the wind pressure from it ruffled Dennis's hair, despite him standing a good ten feet away from her. Marcy for her part put her hand on her chin as if deep in thought.
Once Sarah calmed down, she finally deigned to answer her brother. "Not even close, brother of mine. Hell, 10,000x isn't even tough enough for me to call it a warm-up." Her smirk turned even more sinister. "Sometimes I forget just how pitifully weak you are."
Not only did this comment make Dennis gulp due to how ominous it was, but it also snapped Marcy out of her contemplation. Normally she would chastise Sarah for insulting her beloved Dennis, but she decided to ask Dennis about something that she had been wondering about for the past minute or so.
"Something's been bugging me, Dennis. You seemed surprised when Sarah said that we can use far more than 10,000x. Just that I could've sworn I told you about that last month."
Dennis froze up again. That was one problem with the camera; it didn't leave you with any memories of the new reality. Any comment, or even just a reaction, could make it clear that you didn't entirely belong in this brave new world. Dennis knew he had to think fast.
"I guess I... well, I just forgot, that's all." Not the best of explanations, but it was all he could come up with.
Marcy kept her gaze on Dennis for a few seconds more, which only served to make him even more tense, before just shrugging her massive, pauldron-esque shoulders.
"I suppose that makes sense," said Marcy, even if she didn't look all that convinced.
"Who cares how shitty his memory is! I didn't get to finish telling him what to do!" Sarah seemed to put actual effort into making it clear that she gave no shits about Dennis and Marcy's conversation. "Dennis! Go over to the gravity field's controls," she pointed to a small wall-panel just below the readout, "and set it as far as it can go! Then, get your camera ready and take a picture of us when I say so!"
Dennis, not wanting to anger his nigh-invincible sister like in the previous reality, scurried over to the wall-panel as fast as his legs could take him. Once he got there, he saw that the wall-panel's controls were quite simple. Beside the buttons to turn the gravity field on or off, there was a button with a minus sign and a button with a plus sign. With their purpose obvious enough, Dennis pressed the plus-sign button. And as he pressed it, he heard a high-pitched beeping sound indicating that the gravity was being altered, though he could not see the readout from where he was standing. Over the next half-minute, the beeping got faster and faster as the gravity got stronger and stronger. Eventually, the beeping stopped, telling Dennis that the gravity field was at its maximum.
After taking a few steps back (thankfully, the gravity field was cordoned off so it was impossible to accidentally step into), Dennis saw the readout display "1 000 000" in big LCD numerals. To an extent, Dennis was amazed to see just how far his previous thoughts had empowered the two. But for the most part, as far as the human mind is concerned, one million is little different from ten thousand. Either way, it's impossible to fully imagine just how big that is.
Dennis turned around to see how Sarah and Marcy were doing. Before, they were standing in the field as if it was no different from regular gravity, but now both were forced into an extreme squatting position, their upper bodies rather close to the floor. Their teeth were clenched and ropelike veins surfaced all over their bodies, and yet the girls were able to slowly but surely raise themselves up till they were standing upright.
Dennis walked over to another spot in the room so that he could see the readout and the girls at the same time. At first glance, they would appear to have conquered the machines' full power. Even their bikinis, thongs, and Marcy's glasses were miraculously still intact, as presumably whatever super-technology allowed the existence of a localized gravity well also allowed the construction of clothing and accessories that could withstand such unimaginable strain.
However, a closer look at the girls revealed that what they were doing was far from effortless. Some veins had receded, but many still remained. Their teeth were no longer clenched, but a few trickles of sweat went down their faces. Still, they had just shown that gravitational forces capable of turning nearly any material in existence into liquid wasn't enough to bring them.
The two female juggernauts paused, took some deep breaths, and then entered their poses. Marcy took on a most muscular pose, showing off not only bicep mounds as big as pumpkins, but also a pectoral cleavage that resembled a bottomless cavern more than anything. She had a knowing smile plastered on her face, as she thought about how much money this picture would make them. Sarah's smile was more a smug grin of someone who knew they were surpassed by no one and matched by only a single human. She was doing the classic double bicep flex while also tightening her legs, displaying calves bigger than her head and thighs that made her arms look almost emaciated.
"Okay, now you can take a picture!"
Dennis nodded and brought up the camera, making sure that the two leviathans and the gravity readout were all in frame. This time, he made special care to make sure that he was only thinking of the present, not what the pair of behemoths could become.
His finger was just about to press the button when he saw his mother, Grace, come down the stairway next to the readout's controls. Dennis had no idea why she came down there (it might have been nothing more than just wanting to check up on her children) but that didn't matter right now.
While he was able to keep his mind focused when it was just Sarah and Marcy, seeing his mother sent his creative juices flowing yet again. In less than a second, he wondered how his mother was able to keep Sarah disciplined when she could cripple her with just a flick of her pinky. He could not imagine Grace being able to keep Sarah under control outside of being stronger than her, way stronger. And given how much older she was, he imagined Grace being stronger than Sarah the same way Sarah was stronger than him. With these thoughts in his head, he clicked the camera's button.
In this new picture, this new reality, Sarah and Marcy stayed exactly the same. But that could not be said about Grace. Her body practically exploded with muscle. Her biceps, quads, calves, abs, back, and pecs grew to a size no male bodybuilder could even dream of. And while Sarah and Marcy stayed the same height while beefing up, Grace grew to 7'6'', as if to make room for her burgeoning mass. While her feet enlarged to support her massive weight, her head remained the same and made her musculature appear even bigger.
Her body wasn't the only thing that changed. Her shirt and skirt made way for a skimpy bra and panties made of the same material as the girls', her shoes completely gone.
Dennis could only imagine the feminine power resting in her godlike bulk, as just the act of taking a step made her bare feet dent the reinforced steel floor.
Her personality was now...
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