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fitbit not enough
26 May 2015 00:19 #42352
by slim36
the pretty (super) running girl starts a guy on working out.
just when he thinks he can keep up
fitbit not enough was created by slim36
the pretty (super) running girl starts a guy on working out.
just when he thinks he can keep up
Warning: Spoiler!
she takes a turn to start up a steep hill
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26 May 2015 20:10 - 26 May 2015 20:11 #42374
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Very cool. Inspired me to write this little vignette:
Warning: Spoiler!
They show the ad, as if everybody hasn't already seen it. A shlumpy man sees an attractive woman run past him on the street. She's wearing black running capris and a purple camisole workout top, and has one of our fitness bands on her wrist. He tries to run with her, but she outpaces him easily. He gets a fitness band of his own and uses it during a workout montage. Now he is able to keep up with her, until she takes a turn to run up a steep flight of steps. She takes the steps with ease, leaving him struggling.
The monitor clicks off. "A rare case of truth in advertising," says Senator Green. "Tell me, Dr. Espinoza, did you know the effect your product would have?"
I lean into the microphone. "No, Senator. I did not." I just lied under oath to congress, the fitness band did precisely what I designed it to.
"Do you know why the effect is limited to women?"
"No, Senator. I do not." Another lie. I know why it only affects women. The basic human form is female. Having a 'Y' chromosome - being male - is a genetic defect. As the saying goes: you can't polish a turd.
"Do you know how to reverse the process?"
"No, Senator. I do not." That's the truth. The physiological changes are irreversible. Every woman who has benefited from my invention has been improved forever.
The unique selling point of our product was something the marketing team decided to call "biofeedback." It boosts the effect of endorphins produced by exercise. The more you work out, the better you feel. At least, that's what it does for men. For women, it has another effect: it increases their potential. The more a woman works out with our fitness band attached, the fitter and stronger she gets, and the fitter and stronger she can get.
"Do you know how strong these women will become?"
"No, Senator. I do not." That's a half-truth. It depends on how often and for how long they work out.
The most committed of the early adopters, after three months of using the band, are about one-hundred and fifty times stronger than the strongest man in the world. Enough to clean and jerk a fully-loaded eighteen-wheeler. I'm surprised Senator Green didn't show the clip of the woman in Indiana doing exactly that. Even at that level of strength, they have a long way to go before hitting their upper limit.
"How many of these devices are out there?"
"We manufactured a little over half a million." I don't tell him that I intend to manufacture a lot more once I regain control of the manufacturing facility.
"And how many are in the hands of women?" He uses the word like an epithet.
"Impossible to say." Another half-truth.
When the product launched, sales were split 60/40 in favor of men. As word-of-mouth began to spread about the effect, the percentage of women grew. By the time the feds forced us to take it off the market, we'd sold 300,000 units in total, 200,000 to women. The remaining stock was recalled and sat in warehouses until somebody stole them. Somebody strong enough to tear a hole in corrugated steel with her bare hands. The stolen units were sold on the black market. When that supply ran out, enterprising women with super-strength took the wristbands from any man foolish enough to wear his in public. I estimate that 85 to 90 percent of the units are now being used by women. That's between 425 and 450 thousand super-strong women.
The typical profile of our female customers is smart, independent, and sick of old white men telling women what they can and can't do. Senator Green should be shitting in his pants.
"How would you suggest we go about relieving these women of the devices?"
"I would suggest you don't try."
Have you ever tried to take something from a woman strong enough to juggle SUVs as a warm-up? It's not easy. The increased density of their muscles makes them tough as well. Most of them are bulletproof by now, and the early adopters could survive a hit from a high explosive missile. Senator Green didn't show that footage, either. He doesn't want people to know how impotent the military are against these women.
"Will you cooperate with the task force? Will you lend them your expertise in finding a solution to this menace?"
"No, Senator. I will not." I don't see half a million super-powered women as a menace. I see them as a solution to a very old problem. And half a million is just the beginning.
"You are in contempt of Congress. Sergeant at arms, please take Dr. Espinoza into custody. Maybe a spell in prison will make her more cooperative."
Two burly Capitol Police officers grab me by the upper arm, one on each side of me, and try to pull me out of my seat. Key word here is 'try.' As I said before, some of the early adopters are 150 times stronger than the strongest man on Earth. I've been using the fitness band longer than any of them, ever since I built the first prototype. I'm at least a thousand times stronger than the officers trying to manhandle me.
I stand when I feel like it. I grab the man to my right and toss him towards the desk where Senator Green is grandstanding. The man lands in front of the senator, sending his papers scattering. The officer groans and rolls off the desk, then groans some more when he hits the floor. He won't be going anywhere for a while, but he should be thankful I didn't throw him as hard as I could. The human body is 65% liquid. In my hands, that's just a big old water balloon.
"Kill the bitch!" screams Senator Green. Men in power are so predictable. They always come back to the 'b' word.
The man to my left draws his sidearm.
"Stand down before you hurt someone," I tell him.
He doesn't listen, of course. I've three PhDs and the strength of a demi-goddess. Why on Earth would he listen to me, a woman? He fires two shots. The slugs rip through my blouse and shatter against my chest.
I take the officer's gun and crush it into scrap.I lift him over my head and throw him at the Senator. The two men tumble to the floor behind the desk. I leap behind the podium - a thirty foot jump from a standing start - and pick up the Senator's microphone.
"A new order is coming," I say to the audience of journalists, congresspeople, and generals. "Get out of the way, because you won't be able to keep up."
The monitor clicks off. "A rare case of truth in advertising," says Senator Green. "Tell me, Dr. Espinoza, did you know the effect your product would have?"
I lean into the microphone. "No, Senator. I did not." I just lied under oath to congress, the fitness band did precisely what I designed it to.
"Do you know why the effect is limited to women?"
"No, Senator. I do not." Another lie. I know why it only affects women. The basic human form is female. Having a 'Y' chromosome - being male - is a genetic defect. As the saying goes: you can't polish a turd.
"Do you know how to reverse the process?"
"No, Senator. I do not." That's the truth. The physiological changes are irreversible. Every woman who has benefited from my invention has been improved forever.
The unique selling point of our product was something the marketing team decided to call "biofeedback." It boosts the effect of endorphins produced by exercise. The more you work out, the better you feel. At least, that's what it does for men. For women, it has another effect: it increases their potential. The more a woman works out with our fitness band attached, the fitter and stronger she gets, and the fitter and stronger she can get.
"Do you know how strong these women will become?"
"No, Senator. I do not." That's a half-truth. It depends on how often and for how long they work out.
The most committed of the early adopters, after three months of using the band, are about one-hundred and fifty times stronger than the strongest man in the world. Enough to clean and jerk a fully-loaded eighteen-wheeler. I'm surprised Senator Green didn't show the clip of the woman in Indiana doing exactly that. Even at that level of strength, they have a long way to go before hitting their upper limit.
"How many of these devices are out there?"
"We manufactured a little over half a million." I don't tell him that I intend to manufacture a lot more once I regain control of the manufacturing facility.
"And how many are in the hands of women?" He uses the word like an epithet.
"Impossible to say." Another half-truth.
When the product launched, sales were split 60/40 in favor of men. As word-of-mouth began to spread about the effect, the percentage of women grew. By the time the feds forced us to take it off the market, we'd sold 300,000 units in total, 200,000 to women. The remaining stock was recalled and sat in warehouses until somebody stole them. Somebody strong enough to tear a hole in corrugated steel with her bare hands. The stolen units were sold on the black market. When that supply ran out, enterprising women with super-strength took the wristbands from any man foolish enough to wear his in public. I estimate that 85 to 90 percent of the units are now being used by women. That's between 425 and 450 thousand super-strong women.
The typical profile of our female customers is smart, independent, and sick of old white men telling women what they can and can't do. Senator Green should be shitting in his pants.
"How would you suggest we go about relieving these women of the devices?"
"I would suggest you don't try."
Have you ever tried to take something from a woman strong enough to juggle SUVs as a warm-up? It's not easy. The increased density of their muscles makes them tough as well. Most of them are bulletproof by now, and the early adopters could survive a hit from a high explosive missile. Senator Green didn't show that footage, either. He doesn't want people to know how impotent the military are against these women.
"Will you cooperate with the task force? Will you lend them your expertise in finding a solution to this menace?"
"No, Senator. I will not." I don't see half a million super-powered women as a menace. I see them as a solution to a very old problem. And half a million is just the beginning.
"You are in contempt of Congress. Sergeant at arms, please take Dr. Espinoza into custody. Maybe a spell in prison will make her more cooperative."
Two burly Capitol Police officers grab me by the upper arm, one on each side of me, and try to pull me out of my seat. Key word here is 'try.' As I said before, some of the early adopters are 150 times stronger than the strongest man on Earth. I've been using the fitness band longer than any of them, ever since I built the first prototype. I'm at least a thousand times stronger than the officers trying to manhandle me.
I stand when I feel like it. I grab the man to my right and toss him towards the desk where Senator Green is grandstanding. The man lands in front of the senator, sending his papers scattering. The officer groans and rolls off the desk, then groans some more when he hits the floor. He won't be going anywhere for a while, but he should be thankful I didn't throw him as hard as I could. The human body is 65% liquid. In my hands, that's just a big old water balloon.
"Kill the bitch!" screams Senator Green. Men in power are so predictable. They always come back to the 'b' word.
The man to my left draws his sidearm.
"Stand down before you hurt someone," I tell him.
He doesn't listen, of course. I've three PhDs and the strength of a demi-goddess. Why on Earth would he listen to me, a woman? He fires two shots. The slugs rip through my blouse and shatter against my chest.
I take the officer's gun and crush it into scrap.I lift him over my head and throw him at the Senator. The two men tumble to the floor behind the desk. I leap behind the podium - a thirty foot jump from a standing start - and pick up the Senator's microphone.
"A new order is coming," I say to the audience of journalists, congresspeople, and generals. "Get out of the way, because you won't be able to keep up."
- GeekSeven
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26 May 2015 21:25 #42379
by shadar
Nice vignette... reminds of the old days of Femdom in the late 80's, when I started writing this stuff. Female Domination somehow morphed into its polar opposite over the years, Superheroine Peril. Still don't understand how that happened or why. Both are limited formats and with narrow audiences, but this fun little vignette took me back. Thanks for the memories... Shadar
Replied by shadar on topic fitbit not enough
geekseven wrote: Very cool. Inspired me to write this little vignette:
Warning: Spoiler!They show the ad, as if everybody hasn't already seen it. A shlumpy man sees an attractive woman run past him on the street. She's wearing black running capris and a purple camisole workout top, and has one of our fitness bands on her wrist. He tries to run with her, but she outpaces him easily. He gets a fitness band of his own and uses it during a workout montage. Now he is able to keep up with her, until she takes a turn to run up a steep flight of steps. She takes the steps with ease, leaving him struggling.
The monitor clicks off. "A rare case of truth in advertising," says Senator Green. "Tell me, Dr. Espinoza, did you know the effect your product would have?"
I lean into the microphone. "No, Senator. I did not." I just lied under oath to congress, the fitness band did precisely what I designed it to.
"Do you know why the effect is limited to women?"
"No, Senator. I do not." Another lie. I know why it only affects women. The basic human form is female. Having a 'Y' chromosome - being male - is a genetic defect. As the saying goes: you can't polish a turd.
"Do you know how to reverse the process?"
"No, Senator. I do not." That's the truth. The physiological changes are irreversible. Every woman who has benefited from my invention has been improved forever.
The unique selling point of our product was something the marketing team decided to call "biofeedback." It boosts the effect of endorphins produced by exercise. The more you work out, the better you feel. At least, that's what it does for men. For women, it has another effect: it increases their potential. The more a woman works out with our fitness band attached, the fitter and stronger she gets, and the fitter and stronger she can get.
"Do you know how strong these women will become?"
"No, Senator. I do not." That's a half-truth. It depends on how often and for how long they work out.
The most committed of the early adopters, after three months of using the band, are about one-hundred and fifty times stronger than the strongest man in the world. Enough to clean and jerk a fully-loaded eighteen-wheeler. I'm surprised Senator Green didn't show the clip of the woman in Indiana doing exactly that. Even at that level of strength, they have a long way to go before hitting their upper limit.
"How many of these devices are out there?"
"We manufactured a little over half a million." I don't tell him that I intend to manufacture a lot more once I regain control of the manufacturing facility.
"And how many are in the hands of women?" He uses the word like an epithet.
"Impossible to say." Another half-truth.
When the product launched, sales were split 60/40 in favor of men. As word-of-mouth began to spread about the effect, the percentage of women grew. By the time the feds forced us to take it off the market, we'd sold 300,000 units in total, 200,000 to women. The remaining stock was recalled and sat in warehouses until somebody stole them. Somebody strong enough to tear a hole in corrugated steel with her bare hands. The stolen units were sold on the black market. When that supply ran out, enterprising women with super-strength took the wristbands from any man foolish enough to wear his in public. I estimate that 85 to 90 percent of the units are now being used by women. That's between 425 and 450 thousand super-strong women.
The typical profile of our female customers is smart, independent, and sick of old white men telling women what they can and can't do. Senator Green should be shitting in his pants.
"How would you suggest we go about relieving these women of the devices?"
"I would suggest you don't try."
Have you ever tried to take something from a woman strong enough to juggle SUVs as a warm-up? It's not easy. The increased density of their muscles makes them tough as well. Most of them are bulletproof by now, and the early adopters could survive a hit from a high explosive missile. Senator Green didn't show that footage, either. He doesn't want people to know how impotent the military are against these women.
"Will you cooperate with the task force? Will you lend them your expertise in finding a solution to this menace?"
"No, Senator. I will not." I don't see half a million super-powered women as a menace. I see them as a solution to a very old problem. And half a million is just the beginning.
"You are in contempt of Congress. Sergeant at arms, please take Dr. Espinoza into custody. Maybe a spell in prison will make her more cooperative."
Two burly Capitol Police officers grab me by the upper arm, one on each side of me, and try to pull me out of my seat. Key word here is 'try.' As I said before, some of the early adopters are 150 times stronger than the strongest man on Earth. I've been using the fitness band longer than any of them, ever since I built the first prototype. I'm at least a thousand times stronger than the officers trying to manhandle me.
I stand when I feel like it. I grab the man to my right and toss him towards the desk where Senator Green is grandstanding. The man lands in front of the senator, sending his papers scattering. The officer groans and rolls off the desk, then groans some more when he hits the floor. He won't be going anywhere for a while, but he should be thankful I didn't throw him as hard as I could. The human body is 65% liquid. In my hands, that's just a big old water balloon.
"Kill the bitch!" screams Senator Green. Men in power are so predictable. They always come back to the 'b' word.
The man to my left draws his sidearm.
"Stand down before you hurt someone," I tell him.
He doesn't listen, of course. I've three PhDs and the strength of a demi-goddess. Why on Earth would he listen to me, a woman? He fires two shots. The slugs rip through my blouse and shatter against my chest.
I take the officer's gun and crush it into scrap.I lift him over my head and throw him at the Senator. The two men tumble to the floor behind the desk. I leap behind the podium - a thirty foot jump from a standing start - and pick up the Senator's microphone.
"A new order is coming," I say to the audience of journalists, congresspeople, and generals. "Get out of the way, because you won't be able to keep up."
Nice vignette... reminds of the old days of Femdom in the late 80's, when I started writing this stuff. Female Domination somehow morphed into its polar opposite over the years, Superheroine Peril. Still don't understand how that happened or why. Both are limited formats and with narrow audiences, but this fun little vignette took me back. Thanks for the memories... Shadar
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