Steven clapped his hands together to remove the chalk as he walked into position beneath the pressure pump. He cracked the joints in his neck as was his habit before doing something he was excited about. "Ahlright docter, I'm in position, ready when you are" He called out to the observation booth with a thumbs up, and then place his palms flat upon the pump. Every so often the scientist like to pull them all into a special chamber test them to see how their abilities were coming along, their limits and how they did under various circumstances. For instance being in the cold inhibited his maximum potential lift, but the heat, to a certain point (under 98 degrees Fahrenheit), accelerated it. It had to be in a special chamber cause some of the other had weird fucking abilities that you needed special stuff to test. Steven wasn't entirely sure why it wasn't more rigorous, and well, scheduled. Their entire lives were regimented to a T, so why this was just a 'sometime each month' sort of affair was beyond him. But I'm not being paid to run the show here he thought to himself briefly. If he was they'd be taking field trips outside. Another curiosity that Steven observed was that this was one of two instances when they were all not only allowed, but encouraged to be in the same room as each other. It was actually unofficially mandatory to attend and watch your, what were they to each other? Colleagues? Classmates? Friends? Anyway, the others watched. He heard a loud muffled clunk as he heard the machine engage and whirring as the hydraulics began to press down on him. Lets do this. He thought to himself. His first test was always strength, basically he stood under an industrial hydraulic press and had to push back against the force until he couldn't anymore. The machine made slow progress so that they could record all the data. Because the machine went so slowly, it was always a minute or two before Steven even noticed the fucking thing was on. At about the 3 minute mark was when he became active in using his muscle to combat the pressure "Steven, would you like us to call out the benchmarks of the weight?"He heard the scientists voice over a muffled speaker "That'd be swell pops!" he called out. The scientist HATED when Steven called him 'pops' but since the scientist had never given anyone anything to call him something, anything else really. So to his face he was pops, daddio, padre, dad or father. In between the others though he was 'Dr. Science'. Funny I know, Steven was still proud he'd come up with it personally. "300 lbs of force... 400... 500... 600.. 700.. 710... Come now Steven, nearing your mark..." He called out to encourage Steven. "710, 715, 720, 725, 730..." That was it! He'd passed his record by a pound! Alright time to crank it up he thought, committing to beat his old record by at least 100 lbs. Toward the end Steven was fairly sure that had he been able to scream loud enough, he'd have deafened everyone in the vicinity cause this was fucking difficult. When Steven Finally collapsed, his skin had long since instinctively turned to metal, and he had set a new record. 840 lbs. Hell yeah. The pump had a safety feature so that Steven didn't get crushed after he collapsed. He got up slowly, resting on all four to catch his breath, then getting up and shouting out "HELL YEAH BITCH!" with a punch to the air. Steven wasn't usually a meat head like that, but when he set a new record, he couldn't help it. "Very Well Steven, get ready for phase two of your test." called out the scientists voice. Fuck me... Steven swore under his breath as men came in with various guns. Phase 2 always sucked, basically he got shot a few times to see what his skin could take. "9mm 10 yards" BANG called out grunt #1 Ow. "9mm, 5 yards" BANG called the same voice Asshole. ".357 15 yards, BANG 10 yards, BANG 5 years" That's a new addit... BANG FUCKING OW YOU AHSSHAT. The last shot had physically transferred enough kinetic energy to make Steven fall down, now Steven was strong enough to have not fallen over, he just wasn't expecting it. He got up slowly knowing the test wasn't done with, he just wasn't excited to keep being shot. Eventually they went through the 5 different caliber hand guns, and the 3 rifles and Steven reverted to his regular skin. He grabbed his shirt and waited over by the vitals monitor to be debriefed and disconnected. "Good job Steven!" The doctor in charge told him as walked back into the observation deck that was raised several feet above the testing area. The Scientist came out the double doors to the right that led to the observation lab. He was wearing a white lab coat, the scientist was a Caucasian male, mid 40's about 5'10" and 190 lbs. His hair was a orangish blond that had started to grey around the temples, and he always kept it combed back. His face was a near perfect oval with flat ears and a short nose. He had brown eyes and always looked completely in control of the situation. "Who'd like to go next?" he asked beaming with excitement.