While Jackie was marching off, Rachel knew what she had to do.
"Um, excuse me, Jackie?" she asked timidly. She was still getting used to this brave new world.
Jackie stopped and turned her head. Rachel was surprised at how flexible her neck was, given how thick it was. "Yes?"
"There's a wand in the pile of clothes you're holding. The wand's mine, so I was wondering if you could give it back to me."
"Huh? Oh sure." Jackie took the wand from the clothes and handed it to Rachel. Rachel was surprised at how easy that was.
As Jackie went back to walking, Rachel was captivated by Jackie's body. The way her back muscles contracted and throbbed, the way her glutes moved her her legs, and simply the sheer musculature of her thighs and calves. She heard Jackie say that she could lift tons without a sweat and take on tank shells like they were nothing. Even if that was just to psyche out Tim, what if she could do even more? Looking at Jackie's tremendous beef, Rachel couldn't help but imagine Jackie being even greater.
Rachel fantasized being so strong there wasn't a single thing she couldn't lift or crush. So tough that no army, no natural force could cause her the slightest bit of harm.
Like clockwork, a bream shot out of the wand and hit Jackie. When the light faded, Rachel saw that Jackie looked exactly the same, and wondered why the wand didn't seem to do anything. But then, she started to remember a history that didn't exist until a few years ago.
It all started when Jackie was twelve, when she first visited a gym. Despite her young age, she quickly took to weightlifting. So quick, in fact, that she was as muscular as a high school footballer, and none of the gym's weights could give her any challenge, all by the end of her first day working out. But that was just the beginning.
Jackie was so enamored by the changes to her body that she took to exercise in earnest. By next week, she was more muscular than any man in history and she could lift a Corvette with both hands. By the end of the month, she could carry an entire school bus with just one hand. Her muscles stopped growing at this point, but her strength certainly didn't.
Shortly afterwards, she gave a public demonstration of her progress. She manage to gather a huge crowd by juggling cars, crushing them into small cubes, and even having someone shoot her with am machine gun. Each and every bullet hit without the slightest sign that Jackie was injured. And even Jackie was surprised when a bullet hit her open eye, only for it to bounce off ineffectively. Rachel was in the crowd, and she could've sworn the Jackie smirked after that happened.
Jackie's power continued to leap and bound, and Rachel was there for most of it. In two years since she visited that gym, Jackie could run faster than sound, laugh at air-to-ground missiles, destroy islands with a single foot-stomp, and bathe in pure lava. Most recently, she had the army drop an atomic bomb on her. When the dust cleared, Jackie was still standing, with not a single burn on her. That was a month ago.
In the present, Jackie's strength and invulnerability likely increased, but there was no longer any way of being sure, as there was nothing her strength couldn't accomplish and no weapon could do more than annoy her. No one could force Jackie to do anything, but still followed the law out of a sense of basic decency. Something that Rachel was very relieved to know.
All this flooded Rachel's mind in the space of a few seconds. She got over how stunned she was and quickly caught up to the still walking Jackie.
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