One Thunderous Stomp for Para-Humankind (Worm Alt Power AU)

[HightownHijinx4]

There I stand in the desolate remains of what can only be called a war zone. Every boat within my vicinity had the remains of my training regiment written all over them. In the form of hand prints smashed into the sides of their hulls. There I would stand, a crumpled piece of metal in my hands. "Darn, this training is starting to get boring. Yeah. I need to find something to push myself with, otherwise I'll start to stagnate." I would start to paste around as I thought of every step causing the ground to tremble. Then again, I got used to the ground shaking beneath me ever since my recent "changes".

It all started with my strength and my appetite. I started eating more and more as time went on. It would start out small, maybe a second serving of food at the hospital or maybe asking dad for thirds at the dinner table. Then it spiraled on from there and eventually here I stand over 300 lbs heavier. Not only that, but I grew in height too. Before I was about 5 feet 8 inches, now I'm about 7 feet 9 inches. For all intensive purposes, I was basically a giant sumo wrestler. And yet I didn't seem very bothered by my transformation. Physically, I feel fine. In fact, I feel better than fine. I'm stronger than ever, I'm able to break metal with ease. I can cause tremors to rumble through the ground just by walking or stomping.

My skin is stronger than ever. In fact, in the few times I've encountered criminals while doing some practice runs for my hero career, none of their weapons were really able to hurt me. Bullets would bounce off of my skin like raindrops from an umbrella, blades would stop as soon as they meet my skin not being able to 'cause even the slightest cut, and the excess fat on my body would basically act as shock absorbers, basically rendering any punch, kick or blunt instrument useless. One time I even stopped a car just by standing in front of it and planting my feet.

The only downsides of course are, my secret identity and money. The sight of a girl of my size and build isn't exactly natural. The closest comparison I can think of is Gully from another Wards team in America. And the second is the money. My appetite has gotten so severe that at this point I'm afraid I might eat us out of house at home. That's why I've been taken to the streets more often, hunting down supply caches for different villain groups and helping myself a bit to the spoils just to make sure the food bills wouldn't get too insane. My dad always gives me a look, but he ultimately accepts it because he realizes it's a necessity at this point. Especially to keep someone like me fed.

Eventually I had been approached before by the PRT, wanting to make me a part of the Wards program. But I'm not so sure if that's what I want. There's just something about them that rubs me the wrong way. Not saying that they're malicious or anything. Saying the way they run things there just doesn't suit me. It feels more like a pony show at times than an actual superhero team. So many PR events and yet it makes me question just how much are they actually doing for the city? That's not to sound ungrateful for the things they have accomplished, but still I don't think it's really my speed.

They seemed disappointed not having a brute of my caliber under their banner, but they said ultimately it's my choice on what I want to do. Speaking of my brute rating, they said it was pretty high. Higher than most in the Bay even, with only a few possible contenders that could rival me in strength. However, before I could continue thinking, the revelry was interrupted by a figure who was approaching from the sky? As they got closer, I could make out their features. Platinum blonde hair, a golden tiara, a white outfit with golden accents, a Cape, golden boots, and a skirt. Yeah, I know that ensemble from anywhere, it's Glory Girl.

She would eventually land a few feet in front of me. She would give me one of her trademark smiles, the same ones I've seen on the Internet before. "So you're the newbie I've heard so much about. Gotta say you're even bigger in person."

I smirk. "Yeah, I get that a lot. So Why would the illustrious Glory Girl grace my presence?"

"Just wanted to get a look at the newbie on the block." She would float circles around me, getting a better look at my figure. "Oh yeah, that's right. What's your name anyway?"

"For a hero name I haven't picked yet. So for now, you can just call me Taylor. Nice to meet you." I would hold out my hand for a shake.

"Victoria Dallon at your service. Nice to meet you too." I would take her hand in mine and immediately the first thing I notice is how small it feels in my hand. It's something I've always been noticing ever since I've gotten used to my new size. When I squeezed, it seemed that Victoria would actually wince a little bit. "OK, now that's what I call a grip."

After the handshake, I tell her a bit about myself. I don't give her my life story, but I do at least outline the basics of why I want to be a hero. We continued the chat until an idea crossed my mind.

"Hey Vicky, can I ask you a favor?"

"All right, shoot."

"Come at me."

Vicky would raise her brow. "Are you sure you want me to do that? Because I won't lie, I can get carried away at times."

"I don't mean for you to do anything serious. Just a little test. To be more specific, I want you to try and knock me over. So far, not even a speeding car could get the job done. I want to see if one of the strongest capes in the Bay, at least in terms of strength, could do it. Doesn't matter how you do it, just try and knock me off my feet."

Vicky would seem to think for a moment and then would nod. "OK, if that's what you want. But just so you know, I have my sister on speed dial just in case anything goes wrong." Vicky would take a few steps back, getting some distance. As she would begin to hover in the air, she would say. "Ready?"

"Go for it."

Vicky would fly forward at his speed even I didn't expect as I would quickly plant my feet. A second later, Vicky would slam into me at full force. I barely moved a few centimeters. Vicky would remain there, her arms wrapped around my waist as she would try to move me any way she can. I could even feel her trying to rise into the air and take me with her. However, I shifted my weight downwards and it seemed to keep me planted onto the ground. Vicky would break off and then would try again from a different angle, but yet again I will remain firm, only removing a few centimeters.

Eventually Vicky would back off only to come in with a low kick trying to sweep my legs from under me. However, I would deny her this plan too by flexing the muscles in my legs and tensing. Her leg collided with mine, but mine held firm. Vicky would then get some more distance and then would come in with a shoulder tackle. This time I stuck out my arms in front of me and caught her mid charge. Vicky struggled in place while I still held firm, barely moving from my spot. Once again, Vicki would be forced to break off. She would float around me in circles, seemingly trying to find an opening to get me off my feet.

As Vicky would continue to circle me, she would actually start to speak again. "So you least decided on a direction you want to go in for it in. Like joining a team or starting a team or something? From what I've heard, you've already turned down the Wards. And I can tell from what you've told me, you have no intention of becoming a villain."

"Actually, as a matter of fact, I had been thinking about that for a few days now. And after thinking I have decided. How about the New Wave?"

Vicky would stop moving in circles and would instead just hover in place in midair, a look of mild shock on her face. "Really? You want to join my team? You're serious, right?"

I would raise a brow. "Yes? Why wouldn't I be? Is it that you don't want me or something or-?"

She would raise and shake her hands in the air placatingly. "No, no, no, that's not it at all! I'm just surprised that's it. It's just that New Wave is more of a family business, so we don't get that many volunteers who aren't already a part of the family. The no mass thing is also, usually a turn off for many. So what I'm trying to say is, are you really sure this is what you want?"

I will put my finger to my chin and think for a moment. After about a minute, I would nod my head. "Yes, Glory Girl, this is what I want. Let's just say New Wave has a quality about them that I find appealing. Well, appealing to someone like me. Let's look at it this way. I couldn't maintain a secret identity forever. Girls aren't exactly supposed to be nearly 8 foot tall and 400 1b of nope, now are they?"

She would nod her head. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. But have you at least thought about any family? Because you might put them in danger if you go out there."

"My dad already has my number on the speed dial in case anything goes wrong. And besides that, I'm pretty sure Nuwave won't leave him high and dry, right?"

"I mean, no, we won't. We'll help you out when we can." Vicky would scratch the back of her head. "Sorry, it's just that I haven't really done the recruitment pitch before. That's usually my mom's thing. Well, either her or Aunt Sarah. Regardless, if this is really what you want, then who am I to say no? However, I can't really just say you're in. My mom has the final say along with the rest of our family, so they'll have to evaluate you first before you could join. That shouldn't be too hard though. My mom has been tracking her movements along with the part.

"You guys have been watching me?"

"I wouldn't say watching, more like just keeping tabs on. After all, from what I've seen today, you are a real powerhouse. Seriously, I could barely make you budget. And that's not even talking about, well, the whole graveyard as it looks now. I mean seriously, I can't even recognize the boat over there. I can't even tell if it's a boat or not due to how much you messed it up."

I would blush slightly. "That I can get carried to wait too, sometimes. Or at least only when I'm training, because it's the only time I can truly cut loose."

"When you say that, do you mean you weren't trying when I was trying to knock you over?"

I shake my head. "Oh no, I was certainly exerting effort to keep myself grounded. Trust me, you're strong, it's just that I didn't have to give it my all to stop you."

"Out of curiosity, what does your 'all' look like?"

I put my finger to my chin, pondering the question. "Honestly, I don't know. I've never been in a situation where I'd have to go as hard as I can. The closest I've ever gotten was when I was training in the woods and the outskirts of town. I leveled a few anchors I think when I started cutting loose."

"Oh, so that was you. People have been wondering what happened in the woods for the last few nights."

"Sorry about that, like I said I can get carried away when I start cutting loose sometimes. I just feel this urge to find something that for once could actually move me. A worthy foe to sound more cliche."

Glory Girl would have a smirk. "Well, if that's the case, who knows? Maybe when you join a New Wave you can really cut loose with our sparring matches. After all, I've been holding back too."

"You were?"

"Of course I was. Like you said, it was just a friendly match, right? So there was no reason for me to give it my all. Who knows, maybe if you join we can actually have a serious match. Just you and just me."

I don't show it, but on the inside I'm grinning at the thought. Finding someone I don't have to hold back against? Now that's something I can get used to. "So Miss Victoria. Where do I sign up then to join your motley crew?"

"You would have to take that up with my mom, like I said. She and the adults make the final verdict on members. But considering how strong you are, I'm certain they'll say yes. After all, you could never have too many cards in the deck." To her pocket and would hand me a card. "Call that number sometime tomorrow and we can arrange a meeting time for us to evaluate you and eventually decide whether you're a New Wave material or not."

I take the card and nod. "I'll call you guys sometime in the afternoon tomorrow." Suddenly there was a round rumbling. "Sorry about that, guess it's time for me to refuel. After all, a body like this needs a lot of energy. Well, anyway, I'll see you tomorrow." And with that I would walk off. As the ground would rumble underneath every step, I would think more about my future as a hero. Ever since, my powers have become known to me, or at least their true nature.I've cultivated an image in my mind of what I want to be like. I am a wall. And if any evil doer wishes to prosper, they'll have to go through me first. I will be the immovable object that stands between the masses and the darkness that wishes to do them harm. With the strength in my big meaty hands, I will crush any opposition. In the end, this city will get exactly what it needs. A cleansing. A cleansing of all the parasites that infest its marrow. And I will be the one to begin that cleansing. Me and New Wave.
The evildoers will be put up against the wall and I am the fucking wall.



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And there you have it, the first chapter of One Thunderous Stomp for Para–Humankind. And please try and stay civil against me in the comments. I know some of you are going to get an idea of my certain inclinations, but I assure you it isn't like that. OK. There will be some moments that will make you question that, but I mean it, it's nothing extreme. I will try and keep things somewhat tasteful. Again, I repeat, it's not that kind of story.

Anyways, that's all for now. Love you all and happy hunting.

 

[Raphiel]

Hmm so her power is being a giant and she's still growing? Kinda bland but I guess she can take on brutes easier than with her original power

on a serious note,
Who up freakin they frog?

 

[KenKara]

Power similar like the blob from xmen