More questions

There has been a lot of mention about your size and strength; however, you have other abilities don't you? Speed? Senses? Invulnerable? Anything else? As if you really neeed much more!

Well, I can run as fast as you would expect from someone who can lift a building with her pinky, which means, really, really fast. I also had people shoot me, had a mountain collapse on me and a nuclear bomb detonate between my legs and all that did was get me really hot.

The only special thing I've found is the ability to root myself in place. That's very useful when moving heavy things, to stop myself from simply sliding along the ground. It does take a lot of focus though.

What does it feel like to be such a powerful 19 year old female? It must be pretty heady stuff! Does it ever get to your head to be so young yet so powerful?

It feels wonderful, not just the feeling that I'm the strongest person in the world, but every time I use my strength, it's like a rush. I can do anything I want now, there's nothing anyone could do to stop me. Of course, I'm a pretty kind person, so I try not to hurt anyone. But things do tend to break around me. I doesn't really go to my head, unless you count what I do when I get very...uhm...excited.

But you don't have to worry about me taking over the world. That wouldn't be nearly as amusing as simply having all the fun I can.

So...umm...what does sex feel like now? You don't have to answer that...

It feels great! You'd be amazed how many positions there are when you're (at least) a million times stronger than everyone else. The only downside is that with my muscles, my uhm... needs seem to have gotten a lot stronger as well. Jason is really great (and I do mean REALLY great), but he's just one guy and sometimes, a super girl needs a bit more. Luckily, he doesn't matter when I go out with another man... or 10.

Questions are always welcome, even if I'm busy sometimes.

My halloween

Things have been a bit boring lately, nothing really exciting to blog about, so I haven't. Still, it was halloween and I should tell you about that.

It was really easy to pick a costume this year. I just bought a stretchy purple bikini and a whole load of green paint and taddaaa, one she-hulk costume, muscle included. Of course, I didn't go trick-or-treating, but I did want to show off a bit, so I was in the street anyway, looking for a party, or just having a little fun by myself. 

Still, I felt my costume needed a little something extra. Unfortunately for the owner of a large pickup truck nearby, I decided that something would be a crushed car. Of course, it was halloween, so I decided to make a bit of a show of it. Some loud grunting (not that it was hard, but it's what people expect) and some massive flexing quickly drew a crowd. Some were muttering that my prop looked very fake, others were looking for hidden cameras. Most just stood staring with open mouths, as I folded the double, and double again before ripping off the tires and walking away with it.

I got a lot of compliments of my "costume", asking how I did muscles so realistically. I just smiled, flexed and told them "lots of exercise". When I finally found an all-costume party, I had to leave my "prop" somewhere. Smiling at the bouncer, I asked if he could put it somewhere safe, I'd put a lot of effort into it. I loved the look on his face when I casually tossed it at him with the same hand that had been holding it for hour and he completely failed to budge it an inch. It was even better when, after the party, I walked out to find a dozen people pushing and pulling on it without any effect. 

I smiled, put one hand under it and lifted it over my head. Leaving a dozen gaping mouths, I walked home.

Having diner

Just thought I'd tell you about this little thing here.

Email Interview - part 2

The rest of my reply, and to everyone else, feel free to email me with questions, suggestions and requests, I'm bored a lot these days.

What do your muscles feel like, is it like steel or soft like everone elses?

No, of course not. My body is much harder than mere steel. Jokes aside, it depends on what I do. When I flex my muscles, my body feels like steel to everyone, covered with a perfectly smooth layer of skin. When I'm relaxed, I feel like any other extremely muscular person; firm and strong, but not super, unless you squeeze harder. My body gets tougher the harder you push, so while yo could maybe press your finger half an inch into my shoulder, not even a jackhammer can get further than three quarters of an inch if I'm completely relaxed.

Where do you live and can I come visit sometimes?

Right now, I live in New York, but my address is a secret. Just imagine how many annoying people would come here if I told everyone. I could come visit you though ;)

Did you ever consider doing weightlifting or bodybuilding competitions?

Yeah, I thought about it, but it wouldn't be fair to everyone else. I mean, the current worldrecord for deadlift... I can lift that with my toes. I can juggle that with my toes if I wanted. It's the same with bodybuilding, I'm just so much bigger than all the others, there wouldn't be much fun in it. 

hmm, now that I think about it, humiliating some of those huge male bodybuilders could really be fun, maybe I should try it some times :p

Could you make me stronger to?

I don't think so. I don't think I can make anyone stronger, except the old fashioned way. Jason has been getting more more and muscular, I think that's mostly because of our late night (and afternoon and morning) "workout" sessions ;)

Email Interview - part 1

I got an email today, from an "anonymous admirer", asking me a few question that I thought I'd answer here.

"Hello Amanda,

I'm just a guy who has had his eye on you for a while and was hoping you could answer answer some questions I had because I think you're very attractive and I love strong muscular women.

How big are you muscles, especially your arms and legs?"

Well, that depends. When I'm not using my strength, I look just like any other fitness model would look on stage, my arms no bigger than 15 inches and my thighs only 27 inches, the same as my waist. When I really flex my muscles, or when I "work out" with something that's a little heavy, my arms can expand to over 50 inches and my legs will grow to 70 inches. My waist only expands to 42 inches, because the muscle expands over 2 inches outwards.

"What's the heaviest thing you ever lifted"

well, "heavy" is such a relative term. I never really lifted anything I considered heavy since I became this strong. Of course, I lifted some thing you would consider heavy, like a whole scrapheap compressed into a single barbel, or an old navy ship. The problem is, I can't weigh them, so I don't know how heavy they are... or were, because most of my toys/weights tend to break when I play with them for to long.

"How much do you need to eat to keep up a body like yours?"

Strangely enough, it doesn't seem to matter how much I eat. I once went without food or drink for 10 days and didn't really notice anything, but I can also drink dozens of pounds of molten steel without a problem. It's like my stomach can deal with anything, but I don't really have to eat. Of course, that doesn't mean I don't a nice candlelight diner and just because a barrel of whisky couldn't get me drunk doesn't mean I won't enjoy a nice glass of wine with that diner.

On the other hand, a hotdog and a cool beer are fine too ;) 

"Do you have any hobbies? things must get boring when you're so strong"

Well, when one of your hobbies is showing off your massive strength, it's not that boring. It's the little things that are fun. Walking through the park with Jason and just subtly bending the thick steel of a bench, just enough for him to notice, or parking for free because the meter had an unfortunate encounter with my cleavage.

I also took up sculpting. I just gather some different types of metal, fold them into a sculpture and then perfect it, using nothing but my own hands and my fingernails for the details. I'm not very good yet, but when I make a mistake, I can just scrunch up the sculpture and start over.

"How much do you weigh and how do you stop from sinking throught the ground when you lift heavy things"

Hey now, that's not a nice question to ask of a lady. Just kidding. I had to use a special set of scales to figure it out, but I'm just a little over 400 pounds, all of it solid muscle. It turns out I can do this trick (I don't really have another word for it), where I brace myself and become almost unmovable by anything. I just have to concentrate on it, and not even a speeding train could budge me. (that reminds me, I still need to take revenge on a certain train). That also works for not breaking floors and lifting "heavy" objects.

It's not such a good idea to do it in an elevator though, or a car; they tend to break around me when I do that. Well, live and learn :)

I'll post part 2 later.

The really big apple

I've been spending some time in New York lately, doing a little favour in exchange for the biggest penthouse apartment I've ever seen.

All I had to do was get rid of a 50 storey skyscraper, without scratching the buildings around it. A piece of cake. Well, I tried it first on a single floor house, but when I pushed my fingers into the solid concrete foundation and lifted it, half the house crumbled on top of me. That was fun, especially getting rid of the rubble, but that wouldn't really work for the skyscraper. When I asked Jason about, he mused that "If only you could lift it in a dozen places at once." I liked that idea.

First, I dug out a part of the foundation, using my smooth hands to scoop away reinforced concrete like it was sand, until I made a wide enough gap to put my hands underneath. When I was finished, there was a two meter deep slit underneath the walls of the building. Next, I put my hands underneath and threw them up, pushing the reinforced steel and hardened concrete up like it weighed little more than a feather. Then, in far less then the blink of an eye, I moved to the right two meters and repeated the move. In less then a tenth of a second, I'd done my trick on the whole north wall and could already seen the skyscraper tip over the side. 

I quickly ran to the other side, but halfway there I noticed a large bulldozer blocking my path. There was no time to move around, so I simple went through. In midstep, my foot carved through the four inch dozer blade, followed by my calve, which left a wide gap from the bulging muscle. Next was my thigh, which went through just as easily. When my breast hit the bulldozer, my nipples instantly hardened, punching out two little disks of metal which probably ended up embedded in a building across the street. The metal flowed around my body, either being thrown aside or crushed between my legs or in my cleavage. I loved the feeling of hard steel bending against my far harder body, the tingle I get from using my strength to exert forces far greater than any material can withstand. The only thing I regret is that I was in to much of a hurry to enjoy the feeling.

A hundredth of a second later, I arrived on the other side of the skyscraper, lifting the skyscraper there as well, then repeating it for the other walls. 

The sight for anyone watching would have been amazing. They would see a hundred Amandas, muscles large enough to embarrass any professional body builder, put their hands underneath a section of the skyscraper and effortlessly throw it up in the air, while a 50 tonne bulldozer exploded into a million pieces.

I just stood underneath, watching the building fly higher and higher, until it was nothing but a tiny speck, which disappeared as it started it's trip out of the solar system, making it the largest man made (or should I say girl made) object in space. It would have taken a demolition crew months to tear down the building, leaving them all exhausted every day. For me, it took a few seconds, and it left me hoping that the moving company had already put up the bed, because I was going to christen the apartment. Several time.

Disposal

"Where have you been this time?" Jason asked. "And what got broken?" "Nothing that wasn't supposed to break" I responded. "Come on babe, don't be so mysterious, you know I hate when you do that. Besides, I know you love showing off, so tell me." His hand was slowly moving over my stomach, softly stroking it. "You know me to well" I responded.

"Well, there was this guy, he had a little problem disposing of his trash..." Jason interrupted "So you're a garbage girl now?" "I am when all of it is so-called 'hard' and 'strong' iron and steel. Now stop interrupting." I put a finger over his lips, but pulled it back when he tried to lick it. "At least skip ahead to the good bit?"

"Alright. You see, a lot of the metal was in pretty small bits, already ground up or just in cans or other tiny things. So I had to do something with that first. First, I noticed that the giant steel press wasn't actually broken, it was just the massive hydraulic pistons that didn't work. Well, thousands of horsepowers could easily be replaced by one girlpower."

"Ohh, interest..." Jason tried to say, before I covered his mouth with my hand. "Shut up, honey, or do you want me to convince you?" He thought about it for a second, then shook his head. "Good."

"So, as I was about to say... First, I had to get the pile of metal into the crusher. Now, it was all separated out into neat piles, one for each type of metal I guess. I didn't much feel like picking up every bit one by one, so I looked around a bit for something to make it easier. I spotted some old girders laying around, those would be perfect. I softly grabbed the beam, pressing my fingers into the steel, and pulled it out underneath a pile of other metal. The stack stayed up, which was a little boring, but hey, I can't have everything." I smiled, so did Jason, knowing that if I wanted to, I actually could have everything.

"Well, I had to be really careful, it was only a steel beam, not anything really strong. So, holding it in my hands, I slowly pulled it apart, turning the thick steel beam, just like this." I demonstrated, by hooking my fingers together and pulling on my arms. My shoulders and triceps bulged to three times their regular size and Jason's hands moved to cover a tiny bit of them. "When I had it split about halfway, having pulled 10ft of steel construction beam apart with my fingers..."I drove on of those pretty fingers through a rock on the beach, just to illustrate "I picked up the whole thing and walked to the first stack of metal."

"I put the girder to the ground, using it like a 25 tonne broom. I dug my feet into the ground, shoving the whole 50ft mountain of scrap metal forward. Some pieces were falling off, but I got most of it." "You know" said Jason, having moved his hands to my biceps, which I started flexing for him, making them shoot up to 42 inches. "It would be a lot easier if you had superbreath, you know, like superman. "What? I'm not good enough for you?" I asked teasingly, lifting him off the ground with just my little finger. "I never said tha..." Jason said defensively, before I put my hand over his mouth again. "Shut up honey."

"Well, I shovelled one of the piles of metal into the next, and the next, pushing them all into the gaping hole of the press." "Does this mean you're g..." Jason tried interrupting again, so I decided it was time for more serious matters. I pushed my biceps into his mouth and, very softly, flexed my arms. "As I was saying... I shovelled the metal into the press, then I tossed in my improvised broom as well and threw the lid closed."

"With the hydraulic press out of order, I had to improvise. First, I grabbed the left piston, the one that was broken and pulled it off. My arms were bulging with muscle, my back widening with bulges and grooves...." I could see Jason's reaction at my graphic description. Good, just what I was going for. "Without any effort, I tore away the hardened steel. Then, I switched on the right piston. As it started compressing, I put my fingers on the point where the left piston used to be. I easily kept pace with the hydraulics, even though all the force of the machine was focussed into a single piston.

After a while, the two sides of the press were about halfway closed, the one remaining cylinder burst apart, I guess the pressure was to much for it. That was a little annoying, but not really that much of a problem." I flexed the arm Jason was licking just a little extra, to show him why it wasn't a problem. "It's to bad I had to use both arms, you know how I love showing off, but the metal was just to weak; I had to spread out the force. After a little more squeezing, I realized I'd already bent the meter thick press out of shape. It probably wasn't going to work again anyway." Jason seperated from my arm. "You broke it, didn't you?" "Only a little." I pouted. "You broke it a little? Amanda, you never do 'just a little' of anything. So, what happened."

"Well, when I saw it was already wrecked, I decided that made it scrap. Scrap I could get rid off. So when I was done pushing the not-so-hydraulic ram in, I moved on to the sides and started pushing those inwards as well." "Was it supposed to do that?" Jason asked. "Does it matter?" "I guess not, so what did you do with it?" "Oh" I said "you want to see?"

We walked around the beach, coming around a bend in the bay. "What is THAT!?" Jason said, his mouth hanging open. "Oh that?" I gestured to the thing on the beach. It looked like a barbell, but the bar was over a meter thick, the weights each the size two cars on top of each other. "This is just my little souvenir." I walked towards it, putting one hand underneath, then, without any effort, I stood up, curling the massive weight in one hand. I smiled at Jason, while I kissed biceps that rose up as high as my head. "You like?" 

Amanda to the rescue

It happened again...

I'm bored. This time, I decided to do something worthwhile with my time. So, here's my idea: Why don't you, dear readers, tell me whatever you problem you might have, and I'll see what a super strong girl can do about it.

Anything is fine by me. Need a tree removed? No problem. A house demolished? I'd love to. A skyscraper moved? Great fun. Ask away.

Private Beach

It's getting a little busy here, quite a few tourists are coming in lately, most of them not nearly as attractive as the few that were here before, they were loud, annoying and stealing my spot on the beach. I didn't really care so much, I could just ignore them all, but Jason was a little annoyed at all the men (and women) staring at me. We weren't about to move to another island, especially because this one was so perfect, so I had to solve the problem some other way

I'd made sure Jason was deep asleep that night, that was one of the more pleasant parts of my plan. The second part was looking for good spot. A few miles south of the only sandy beach on the island, I found the perfect location, a 100 ft sheer cliff leading to a beautifully sheltered bay that would be in the sun all day. Now, I didn't need to tan, even a year in the sun wouldn't change my already perfect skin colour, but it was a lot more fun in the sun.

I jumped down on the small rock ledge near the ocean, it shattered under my weight. That gave me and idea. Originally, I intended to move a few hundred thousand tons of sand to make a new beach, but I hard a much amusing plan now.

I picked the eastern rockwall, the only one that would cast a shadow, blocking the view of the sunset. Smiling, I drove my small fist into the rocks at several times the speed of sounds. My powerful muscle driving the rock apart, my invulnerable skin unharmed by the hard, sharp rock. I pulled my hand out, softly blowing the dust from my fingers, while the shockwaves travelling through the rock destabilized the cliff. A second later, it came crashing down while I stepped back. 

I picked up the largest rock near my feet. It was over 20 ft high, at least twice as wide. As I put my hands underneath and lifted it, my muscles swelled to massive size. My forty inch biceps easily strong enough to lift the rock, my perfectly round ass pushing out to match my thighs. Raising it up and down a few times, feeling the muscles in my back, shoulders and thighs bulge under the inhuman weight, I considered keeping this one rock, just to excite Jason, but I really didn't want this ugly rock on my new beach. I dragged it down, cracking it apart over my knee. The two halves crashed to the ground.  I picked the broken half up one handed and smashed it against my ballooning biceps, breaking it in a dozen pieces. 

I moved from rock to rock, breaking them apart against my legs, arms, breasts and even using my flawless face. Moving faster than any normal human could see, I had reduced the massive boulders to fist-sized rocks and smaller pebbles. Of course, rocks and pebbles make for a lousy beach, so I made them smaller still. 

Picking up a rock, I crushed it in my fist, grinding the rock first to gravel, then to sand, then to a much finer powder. I felt how fine the grains were, I could see how perfectly round each grain was, this would make the perfect beach. Moving dozens of times faster then before, I reduced the rocks to fine sand, crushing them between my fingers, my hands, reducing them to powder by placing them between my breasts and flexing slightly. A few of the smaller rocks I ground into dust by placing them between the grooves of my abs, or between my flawless buns. I crushed rocks between my massive lower arms and my even more massive biceps, tennisball sized rocks were reduced to microscopic dust between my toes, even my eyelids made short work of the hard rock.

Two hours later I had spread out hundreds of thousands of sand in the bay. In the dark, I could the waves breaking on the sand, see the perfect view. This was perfect, and best of all, nobody could reach it without mountain climbing gear, unless they're me of course.

Stepping back in the hotel room, I could see Jason wide awake and dressed. "Amanda, where were you?" He asked in that cute worried tone, "There was an earthquake and..." His words trailed off as I slightly tilted my head, looking at my massively pumped biceps. I slowly walked towards him. He sighed, smiling at the same time, "Alright, what'd you do this time?" I lifted Jason from the ground and carried him back to bed, he was already feeling my pumped biceps. "I'll show you in the morning, I promise you'll like it."

Unexpected hollidays

I'm posting this from a small, but comfortable island somewhere in the Caribbean. There's a lovely 5 star hotel here that graciously offered us the presidential suite for a month. It seems that Jason's work has caught up with him and it was a great excuse to move somewhere a bit more comfortable.

We were just in the backyard, relaxing a bit in what was probably the last bit of sun of the summer, so I a bit annoyed when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it" I said, and walked to the door. I couldn't help but notice the three black Chevrolet Suburbans parked outside. "Hello" I smiled as I opened the door, quite unlike the black suited, black sunglasses and black tie wearing man outside. ""My name is agent Black, good afternoon Miss..." He said, in a very average tone. "Amanda", I replied in the same tone, my smile gone. "So, you actually do the whole man-in-black thing? I thought that was just Hollywood." Ignoring me, he continued "We understand you're holding one Jason Stone captive." "Captive?"I replied, "that's an interesting word for someone you couldn't pry off me with a crowbar. And if someone did, things wouldn't end well for whoever would be stupid enough to try." 

Now, that might not sound intimidating, coming from a 19 year old girl in a bikini, but when that girl is twice as heavy as you are and when all that weight is super strong muscle and when she's holding you off the ground by your shirt with one outstretched arm without any effort, that's rather frightening. "I'm here to inform you that Mr Stone is being returned to his employer as we speak." 

I dropped the man I was holding and listened closely. I could hear muffled shouting coming from my backyard when 'agent Black' made a big mistake. He tried to get between and where I was going. It was a mistake he could think about when he woke up, 50ft away on the sidewalk where I'd tossed him with a simple shove. I quickly ran outside, turned the corner to find one of the Suburbans blocking my path. They must have been slow learners. I backhanded the car lightly, it flipped over five times and landed on it's side somewhere down the road. A second later, the second car rammed my from the left, catching me unprepared. 

Deforming the front of the car, I was shoved away with brute force. It didn't hurt at all, but I was in a hurry and didn't have time for this crap. Seeing the driver had already gotten out, I kicked the car in mid stride, reducing it to scrap metal spread over a rather large area.

I could see Jason was already shoved in the back of one of the cars, one of the black suits was nursing a broken arm, another had a black eye and a broken nose. Jason wasn't a bad fighter, but I couldn't help but think they were the lucky ones. In a split second, I was in front of the black SUV, holding it in place with a light touch of my hand. I could see Jason was unhurt, but blindfolded, as I lifted the front of the car with one hand, I could see him smiling. All I did was glare at the agents in the front seat.

I dropped the front wheels down to the street from about 6 ft up, I could hear something snap inside the car, but that was nothing compared to what I would do. Spreading my hands, I punched my fingers straight down through the hood, into the running engine. The metal melted aside like water. With a roar, I moved my hands apart, tearing the front of the car apart like wet paper. A single swipe took care of the agent on the passenger side. He ender up with a few broken bones, but considering he's try to kidnap Jason, he got off easy. I reached over and crushed the seatbelt lock on the drivers side, I'd get to him later.

I tore Jason's blindfold off, kissing him deeply and hugging him. "Are you ok babe?" I asked. "I am now." he replied, kissing me again. "Just a second, I have to finish something" I said, moving back to the agent, desperately trying to get out of his seatbelt. I helped him out by tearing the tough material apart with just my fingers. I lifted him up by he throat. "Listen up asshole, first, I'm going to break every bone in your body, then I'm going to tear apart every limb that'll come off. I'll stuff everything that's left over into a very small envelope and mail it to your boss. I think I'll start with this hand." I grabbed his left wrist in my smaller, but much stronger hand, about the same moment he wet his pants. 

Then, I felt Jason's hand on my arm. He didn't try to stop my arm, he knew he couldn't, he just touched it softly. "Love, don't do anything you'll regret later. We'll move somewhere else and I'm sure these guys won't try anything like this again." I looked back to the agent, who was shaking his head like his life depended on it. It probably did. Staring at him one more time, I dropped him to the ground, picked up what was left of his engine one handed and held it over my head. "You just used up all your luck and my patience. If I ever see you again, this will be your head instead of your engine." I rammed his engine into my steel hard abs so fast it liquefied as the unstoppable force of my hand met the immovable barrier of my stomach.

The agent fainted, probably from fear. Looking over the street, I could see the damage. Three destroyed cars, six black suited agents, in various states of health and consciousness and a huge mess. Turning back to Jason, I picked him up and carried him back inside while kissing. "You're amazing" he said softly "I know a place you'll love, love. We'll start packing right away." "No," I said, "we'll start packing later, we have something more important to do first." I smiled at him, slowly moving my hand down below his shorts as I carried him inside, ignoring the damage I left behind.

Clubbing

Well, another boring night, so I decided a night on the town would be fun. I wore a pair of tight latex pants, 4 inch heels and a torn shirt that showed off my abs and a fair bit of cleavage.

Where to go was a much harder choice. You see, when you go out for a night, you pick something nearby, something you'll be allowed in, something affordable et cetera. When I go out, I have to consider every single club that's open in the whole world. Being allowed in is no problem for me, if my looks don't work, there's always a little... persuasion. The cost isn't a problem either, even if people don't buy me drink all the time, the ATM I 'convinced' to give me money was more than generous.

I just decided to head for Paris for the first night, French was an easy enough to learn, in fact, I picked up enough to have a conversation in just half an hour of listening. It was quite a fun night, a few of the guys (and one of girls) tried to cop a feel and I was having so much fun, I even let the cutest two get away with it.

After an hour or two, I ended up dancing with a really cute guy. About my age, nice, funny, good looking, only a little shorter than me, nice muscle tone. Well, nice by other people's standards, he was a twig compared to me. Still, he drew jealous stares from the whole club. When he spent five minutes slowly sliding his hand down my latex pants, I rewarded him by softly flexing my glutes, pressing his hand tight between the latex and my much harder butt cheek. I hugged him tight, pinning his other hand between my abs and his stomach. 

Of course, while he was cute, it just wasn't his lucky day. Just dancing with me left him completely exhausted, so by the time the sun came up, he almost collapsed with sleep. 

I was nowhere near done. Of course, all the good clubs nearby were closed, but that's no problem if you can run like I can. When I left the club, still cheerful and fresh, despite a night of heavy dancing and quite a few drinks, I set off to the west. While it was 6 am in Paris, New York had just hit midnight. At a quarter to one, I was dancing again. 

I kept it for a few days, keeping the earth between myself and the sun, moving from club to club. From New York to Los Angeles to Hawaii to Tokyo. The next day, I did a lap of the southern hemisphere and the third day I went by some other interesting cities.

So, here I am again. 72 hours, two dozen men, several gallons of alcohol, 120.000 km and one very long shower later. It was a very fun, very long night, enough to last me at least another... day or two before I get bored again.

A hot bath

I loved all your suggestions, thanks a lot everyone. First off, I'd like to say that getting somewhere isn't much of a problem for me, so I decided to enjoy the hot springs first. Of course, hot water is only 100 degrees Celsius, not all that interesting. Instead, I decided to go visit Hawaii, or more specifically, Mt. Kilauea, an active volcano.

I decided to leave home nude, seeing how my bathing suit wouldn't do to well in the molten rock. I arrived in an hour and a half, but only because I was taking a leisurely swim instead of really hurrying along. This time, I'd actually remembered the time difference and arrived around 1 pm. I drew quite a crowd as I walked out of the surf in the Hawaiian sun. The sun glinted off my body, the water trickling down between the bulges of my muscles. I gave everyone on the beach a good view for a minute or two, enough time to see several boxers bulge and panties dampen, but that wasn't what I was here for. Still, I made a mental note to check back here some other time when I was bored.

I took off at a relaxed jog, about 200 miles per hour, I arrived at the foot of the mountain seconds later. I pushed off in mid stride, using only a single of my flawlessly perfect legs to send me the 4000 ft up to the rim of the volcano. I did 23 corkscrews and 41 somersaults, with a perfectly straight landing in the hot lava.

It didn't quite happen as I'd expected. The splash was rather large, I didn't go nearly as deep as I planned because the lava is rather thick and heavy. I actually had to swim down to stop myself from floating very high in the stuff. I also forgot that well... I couldn't see inside the molten rock. As I came back up, the lava cooled and turned to rock all over my body. It didn't slow me down in the slightest, my muscles are far stronger than mere rock. To clear my eyes, all I had to do was blink twice and my eyelids and lashes sliced apart the rock as if it wasn't even there.

The heat was very enjoyable, the thousands of degrees needed to melt the rock to a thick glowing liquid was barely enough to make me break a sweat, if I let it. I laid back my head, enjoying the lava like another person would enjoy a warm bath.

After a while, I decided to find out what lava tastes like. I plunged my head underwat... I mean, under lava and took a big mouthful of it. It was rather disappointing, not at all like stainless steel, and far from that delicious armour Jason had. It tasted like rock basically. I decided to squirt it out of my mouth, so I looked up and pushed the lava out, while it was still molten. It fountained up a hundred feet before raining down in little droplets. One of them hit my eye, giving me a perfect close-up, before it was crushed between my flawless eyelids.

Looking at the sun, I noticed I'd been there for hours, it was already sunrise back home. I decided to get out. Walking out of the lava and downhill, I noticed a lot of it had stuck to my skin, there was hardening rock all over my body, giving me an ugly black-greyish coating of dirt. I tried brushing it off, but it was really stuck. There was only one option, melt it off.

I started rubbing my hands together, slowly at first, but pushing them together with millions of pounds of force. Moving faster, friction caused my hands to heat up. First, the air started to shimmer, then they started glowing. Finally, the rock dust on the back of my hands evaporated. I ran my hands over every bulge and valley of my muscular body, the heat felt pleasant to me, but it vaporised the rock at first, merely melting it as I finally arrived at my legs.

Now that I was perfectly clean, I swam home, arriving only half an hour later, just as Jason woke up. "Hi honey", I said, snuggling up close to him. "Why are you so warm?" He asked, sleep still clouding his brain. "Oh, I went swimming in a volcano." I said cheerfully. "That's great" was all he said, before falling asleep again, his arm reaching almost halfway around my back.

Back home and already bored

After a few great days with the army, I took Jason back home, so the trip took a bit longer than usual. It was more fun though. 

Still, the poor guy needs to sleep for hours, eat, rest, you know, all those things that I no longer need to do. So, that leaves me bored for almost half the day, sometimes even longer. It's not that I don't like to party (literally) all night, but it does get boring eventually, even if neither money or stamina is a problem. So, I'm looking for some help, what's a super strong girl to do for some entertainment in the big city?

Testing Amanda 5.4 - The end

Jason finally woke up; he must have been out for an hour, still on top of my body, which had shrunk almost back down to 'regular' proportions, meaning that my arms were only about 20 inches relaxed.

The first thing he said was a bit... unromantic: "That nuke is on the way, sweetie. Think you can take me to a safe place?" I'd forgotten all about that. There were still a nuclear weapon and the orbital laser they wanted to test on me. "Any place with me is safe; you should know that by now." I responded, getting up and Jason lie there in the deep crater our lovemaking had punched in the sand. I could already see the missile in flight; it would be here in about a minute or two.

I took the time to have a long, thorough look at it missile, checking each of its welds, bumps and tiny imperfections from miles away. While it sped towards me, I could see the metal change a tiny bit where the radioactive core of the weapon was. After just standing there for half a minute, Jason was getting anxious. "Amanda, that's a 2 megaton weapon, anything within miles would be vaporized, anything else would be blown to pieces, we have to leave."

"Have a little trust; it probably won't hurt a bit". He responded "It's not you I'm worried about, it's me!" I smiled at him; it was a little cute how worried he was. "I won't let it hurt you either", I said back to him, before jumping up to catch the missiles, now only a few hundred meters away. In one leap, I broke open the missiles, grabbed the nuclear weapon inside and tore away the wire leading to the detonator faster than any failsafe could counter. Holding the incredibly powerful (and rather large) bomb in my hand. "See, nothing to worry about." Jason was looking rather pale and wide eyed, so I decided to get rid of the weapon.

Putting it down on the ground, I started digging. With my hands and my incredible strength, there was any machine on earth that could keep up with me. Once I reached the bedrock, I started digging a single shaft down, deep into the ground. Arriving at my target, around 24 miles straight down, only a few minutes later, I climbed back out. Looking around, I could see Jason keeping his distance from the bomb, which was besides a mountain of dirt and broken rocks that I threw from the hole. "So, what do you think of my little bomb shelter?" I asked. "I... I have to go in there?" Jason asked, pointing at the hole. "No silly, not you. Me." I smiled back, "Just don't stand to near the hole." I grabbed the nuclear bomb and climbed down the hole one-handed.

Arriving at the bottom, I shouted back up for Jason to stand well back, before I plugged the wired back in where they were before I casually disabled the incredibly powerful weapon. Having positioned myself on top of the bomb, I could just reach the wire. Instantly, it exploded, first the outer layer of regular explosive, that wasn't all to exiting as I'd been hit with much stronger explosions just an hour before. Next came the fissile material, compressed by the first explosion to critical mass. The blast was several orders of magnitude more powerful, it started throwing me into the air, heat and pressure washing over my body in such massive amounts it felt unreal. Finally, the nuclear explosion used a part of its energy to compress the final stage, a hydrogen core which underwent nuclear fusion in an instant. 

A fraction of a second after I had triggered the weapon, the power of an artificial sun was washing over my body. It blasted straight through the stone I encased it in, the incredibly force of the explosion pushing me away like a leaf in a storm. Still, despite tumbling up through the hole I had just dug at incredible speed, my body easily withstood the blast. Force that would tear apart mountains and reduce rock and concrete to gas caused nothing but pleasure. Pure, unparalleled pleasure. The world was shut out as I enjoyed every feeling inside and outside my body. 

I didn't notice the blast releasing me, or the high I was launched, like a bullet out of a nuclear powered cannon. I didn't notice my flight or the freefall. I didn't notice how I struck the ground minutes later, or how I had struck a massive crater. I didn't feel how I was buried, face down, deep inside the rock. Only an hour later, I returned to the rest of the world, pushed off and broke out of the rock that held me.

I looked around, seeing Jason standing at the edge of the crater I found myself in. He was held back my two soldiers, screaming that he "had to safe me." It was so sweet. I walked out of the crater, jumped up the rim and scooped him up from the arms of the soldiers.

"Thank you, that was wonderful," I softly whispered in his ear. "How about we skip that last trial and I take us somewhere more private where can... test... other things?" I smiled mischievously. He struggled to talk, "but, my work. What would my superiors..." I interrupted him "If they have any problems, they can take it up with me." To back up my threat, I flexed my biceps, filling out from 20 to 27 inches. Jason didn't object to anything after that.

-- The end --

Testing Amanda - part 5.3 - The Climax

After I shouted for the next test, I looked at the bunker. I could see several men, clasping their hands over their ears. "Whoops, sor..." I shouted, before repeating myself with a tone that wouldn't rupture their eardrums. "Sorry about that. I guess I don't know my own strength."

The only response was two lines of light streaking towards me. Leading each stream was a metal tank shell. One of them struck my shoulder, bursting apart in a shower of metal and heat. In the distance, I could hear Jason adjust the aim of the guns and the next rounds struck both my breasts at the same time. The explosions felt wonderful and I made a mental to thank him for his aim. Some of the shells struck the sides of my breasts, simply glancing off my harder than steel skin, other shells were buried in cleavage, never to be seen again, but most hit squarely on, the explosion moving my breasts ever so slightly, like a soft teasing touch. 

Then I noticed the substance they spread. Each exploding shell covered my body in burning chemicals. The feeling was wonderful, heating my skin to hundreds of degrees felt like a gentle caress to me. I cupped my breasts again, presenting my hardening nipples to the gun crews. I could hear Jason pass through another set of coordinates and the next round of shells hit squarely on my nipples. I could see the tip of the shell crumpling up, then expanding with the internal explosion, finally spreading more of the lovely burning material over my body and face, I just smiled blissfully, my nipples not moving a millimeter.

There was a slight pause, before the next round of shells. No lines of light this time, just a tiny metal rod coming towards me. It collided with the outer edge of my cheek and bounced off with a loud clang, bent by the collision with my much strong face. I winked at the bunker, shook my head and waved my finger. I could see Jason smile and pass through more data.

Another shell was already in the air though, so I decided to catch it. Opening my mouth wide, I leaned slightly to the side and caught the whole armor piercing round on my soft tongue. The depleted uranium round crumpled up a bit as it struck my vastly harder mouth, but I had it. I sucked the bar in, feeling my mouth shape and bend the long, hard bar, all the while never taking my eyes off Jason; the similarities were not lost on either of us. Finally I closed my mouth and swallowed the whole thing. Not quite as tasty as some of the other metals.

I didn't have much time though, as two more shells were about the hit me. I had to move again, this time catching it squarely on my nipple. Of course, this type of shell didn't have much more effect, failing to budge my incredibly hard (and large) breasts at all, but it felt so much better, it struck me so much harder. Instead of a light caress, it was almost a teasing squeeze. I closed my eyes, tossed my head back and enjoyed the feeling. 

Twelve rounds later, the sensations stopped and I could hear more talking, Jason ordering the gun crews to aim for their secondary targets. I was still wondering what that was, when something new struck me. Not on my breasts, this shell hit my inner thigh, glancing off with a louder clang than the last ones. I realized what the secondary target was and spread my legs a bit wider, winking at the command bunker. The next three rounds were spot on target, each one striking the perfect pinks lips of my vagina, making me moan loudly as I willed my awesome to relax. The fourth round made it inside about an inch, before my reflexes squeezed it in half, molten metal dripping to the desert sand. Each successive round made it a little deeper, until the ninth round went in nine inches before stopping. I gently clenched my inner muscles, feeling the steel liquefy and flow both deeper inside as well as drip to the ground. The metal flowing inside found something else, much more pressurized and much hotter. When it dripped out, it was followed by my juices, sizzling as they turned the sand to glass.

The shells kept coming, I heard Jason urge the crews to fire faster. Moaning, I started massaging my breasts, feeling each of the armor piercing shells struggling their way into my body. I was getting so hot; I stopped caring about the men in the bunker. I grabbed one the super dense bars out of the air, then another and another. The twisted them around each other like they were soft foam and pushed them into me, four times harder than the guns could manage. It still wasn't enough, when it was halfway inside; it liquefied under the immense heat and pressure and poured out again. My hand drifted down, over my abs down between my legs, one shell bounced off my finger but I barely noticed, my fingers easily parting what dense steel couldn't.

The shelling stopped. Distantly, behind a veil of pleasure I could hear they were out of ammunition. That just wouldn't do. With one jump, I stood outside the bunker, still dripping juices. With one punch, I was inside. With one grasp, I held Jason carefully in my arms and with one leap we were along again. Two fingers removed his pants and belt, one removed his boxers.

His touch was amazing, relaxing my muscles, tempering my body so his would match mine. His hand pushed deeper into my relaxed breasts than any of the armor piercing shells did, his lips moved mine more any explosion. His body entered mine, deeper than any steel ever did. We lay there for hours, Jason receiving orgasm after orgasm, mine just builder harder and harder. When he finally came for the last time, so did I. His hands were on my body, containing what tons of steel and concrete couldn't, holding the force inside me, coursing through me again and again. This time, there were no collapsing mountains, no explosions, only deep indescribable pleasure.

Testing Amanda - part 5.2

The next was strange. I had no idea what to expect and it started out strange. First, the wind cut out, then the noise from outside. Suddenly, I felt something pushing on my left arm. I didn't see anything, but this must have been the energy field Jason mentioned. The pushing force increased, folding around my whole left side. I decided to give in and see what would happen.

The invisible force pushed me across the desert floor. It might still get interesting, when I felt a similar force on my right, followed close after by all other sides. Don't get me wrong, it felt nice, like a warm, tender hug. I was hoping the force would increase, but it didn't. Then I realized it was already at maximum power, pushing with thousands of pounds per square inch. I didn't so much feel the force, as noticed it because it was crushing my bikini bottom. The tiny string was being smeared out against my body. 

Well, if this was it, I thought we might as well move on to the next test, while I was still feeling good from the electric shocks. I pushed my arms out to my sides, hoping to break the force field, but it just moved around, still softly hugging my much harder body. "It's not doing anything for me, let’s go to the next one" I called out, but the field stopped the sound from coming out. Well, this was annoying. I could always destroy whatever was generating the field, but I was going to need it again later on.

Instead, I started pushing back against the field. My muscles were pretty relaxed, so my biceps were only about 18 inched unflexed, my thighs a mere 31 inches, you get the idea. So, I started flexing, each movement being resisted by the field, but that didn't bother me in the slightest. I went through a whole posing routine, each movement increasing my pump, each inch I added to my muscles increasing the pressure on the field. After the first set of poses, my biceps were 26 inches unflexed, during my second double biceps pose they were a massive 32 inched, at the third, I could (and did) kiss them without moving my head. My thighs growing to 56 inches, each of them more massive than my waist, which was now covered in a 3 inch deep washboard, the force field shaping around each block of super hard muscle. 

My breasts had grown, from their usual E-cup to a massive G-cup, being pushed out another four inches by my pectoral muscles. My back had gained more valleys than an average country, but they were much harder than mere rock. My buns were perfect spheres, their strength having reduced the tiny string to vapor long ago. I could feel the pressure of the field on my body fragmenting, it was close to failing. With one most-muscular pose, flexing my whole body to its limits, the field failed. It burst apart, instantly disappearing.

I heard a loud explosion underground, something must have overloaded in the machines that created the field. It confirmed my theory; nothing on this world could contain me. It was a great feeling, being this powerful. Running my hands over my body, feeling each ridge and groove only added to my excitement. "Enjoying the show boys?" I shouted at the bunker, "This'll give you something to aim for with your guns." I said, cupping my breasts, showing my nipples as the bull’s-eyes for the next round of tests.

-To be continued-

Testing Amanda - Part 5.1

I barely slept that night with anticipation, wandering the base all night. It's not as if I needed sleep and I'm sure the soldiers didn't mind. I also turned the locker in my room into some more clothing, namely an aluminium miniskirt and a tie top, complete with real knot. I think I've found my favorite clothing material. After the little explanation, I leap out of bunker, remembering at the last second to use the door, because they would still need to use it.

Walking out onto the fire range, I spotted the first bit of entertainment. It looked like a tank, but instead of a turret there was a large metal sphere. As I walked closer, I could feel the hair on my head being pulled up. It didn't move, staying perfectly straight down, but I could feel there was a force acting on it. Another step closer and several things happened.

First, a small jolt leapt from the sphere to my body, striking my aluminium top. "Is that eve..." I said, before a much larger shock arced from the sphere to the same spot, melting through the aluminium in a fraction of a second. I tore the rest of the top away, not noticing any resistance. The shock kept playing over my body, mostly on the conductive metal of my armored bikini. 

The sensation was wonderfull. The massive current passing through the air, into my bikini and through my body to the ground served only to get me excited. My body firmed up, pulling the bikini tight against my much harder buns and breasts. Even my nipples swelled up, slowly but surely digging through the bikinitop made from super strong armor. The current started melting the top, until it turned to a liquid and ran down my breasts and deepening abs.

I walked closer to the tank, more and more power ran through my body, doing nothing but turning me on. My nipples stiffened and the electricity, seeking the path of least resistance started striking the closest point. With every step, those two closest points recieved greater and greater amounts of electricity. I grabbed my breasts, but that reduced the wonderfull feeling, so I strugled to keep my arms at my sides, stroking my sides instead.

I walked slowly, savoring the moment, but I finally reached the strange tank. My eyes were closed, my body enjoying the artificial lightning powerfull enough to provide a large city with electricity. As my nipples touched the outer sphere, the energy more then doubled, my body shivered with building pleasure.

That, unfortunately ended it all. My nipples were allready touching the sphere, the small ripples caused by powerfull muscles were enough to send shards of metal through the tank, slicing apart vulnerable electronics as easily as my body pierced the reinforced steel. What a disapointment!

Annoyed, I slammed a fist down on the now useless tank. The metal split apart under the force, the force causing an explosing inside the tank, scattering pieces of armor for miles. Of course, the slivers of armor and mechanical component simply bounced off of my body, but it did nothing to improve my mood. Why do all the pleasant thing always break so easily?

I shouted back to the bunker "You'd better hurry up with the next test, this one broke."

-to be continued-

Testing Amanda - 4

This is part 4, start reading at the bottom and don't forget to read Mr. Stone's sections in the comments.

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Well, I could already tell it was going to be dull. Just me, sitting in a room, being bored. I already knew I didn't have to breathe, I learned that during my little undersea swimming sessions. The lack of air wouldn't be a problem, so I just said down, tossing the little remote from one hand to another as the air was sucked out. After a few minutes, there was a total vacuum and nothing to do. I started by squeezing the little remote to pieces, that entertained me for all of two seconds. I sighed, seeing my air form little crystals that quickly dropped to the ground without air to float on.

I played with that for a bit, making little streams and circles of ice crystals, until my lungs were empty. Without any air I didn't feel any less comfortable, nor did the extremely low temperature or lack of air pressure cause me any problems, so I just waited for time to tick by. I started doodling a bit, but lacking paper and a pen I used the next best thing and started scraping deep grooves in the steel floor with my fingernail. Flicking away the residue from underneath my nail left it embedded a good four inches in the wall. I'd covered about a square meter with little drawings (nothing really good, apparently drawing well was one of the few things I couldn't do) and most of my little armored snack was gone.

I sighed again with boredom, but nothing happened, my lungs being empties out already. I was about to leave, door or no door, when I heard a voice from the speaker: "Time for the next phase, how are you feeling?" "Extremely bored" Is what I wanted to say, but without air, no sound came out of my perfect lips; I just raised my thumb to the camera.

Softly at first, then louder and louder, I could hear a hissing noise. The nerve agent was supposed to be odourless and invisible, but I could clearly it was different from ordinary air. It looked slightly odd. It smelled slightly odd as well, sweet, warm and musky, it smelled like the slightest whiff of perfume, combined with freshly baked bread. I sniffed it in deep, feeling the strange sensation going down into my lungs. It didn't hurt; in fact, it felt pleasant, like being softly caressed from the inside. 

I kept taking deep breaths, enjoying the warm and soft sensation. It wasn't boring at all; I could learn to like this. It was just too bad that a millionth of the nerve gas in this room would kill a dozen non-super human ten times over. That probably meant I should take any of it home. A pity really, but I wouldn't want to kill anyone.

"Ready for the final phase?" the voice came from the speaker. "Well, if we have to." I responded, "could you leave the gas inside though?” "We uhh... that's... the radiation kills everyt... I mean, it deactivates the gas, turning it into methane and oxygen." "Aww, that's too bad,” I responded, taking the last bite of my armor plate, crushing it with my tongue and sloshing the molten steel around in my mouth. "Well, let's get it over with then." 

Suddenly, I felt heat. It wasn't the air getting warmer, it was just me. The radiation was just heating me. At first, it was just the tiny outer layer of my skin, not even the high energy radiation able to penetrate my soft, flawless skin. Then, I "changed" something, like how I could change the hardness of my skin to touch, I changed the skin's resistance to radiation.

Now, the heat spread throughout my whole body. Again, I knew instinctively that it wasn't affecting me at all, aside from making me very comfortable. It was like a warm blanket, but not just on the outside but on every bit of my body. As the radiation got more intense, I felt a slight tingle, a very pleasant tingle, all over. I closed my eyes, stroking my body, carefully avoiding destroying my new bikini. As the tingle got more intense I softly moaned from the wonderful feeling it caused. My hand was slowly crawling down my abs, my middle finger already poking underneath my latex-look armor plated g-string. Suddenly the radiation turned off.

"Aww, not now guys, please turn it back on?" "Sorry, the test is over, there's just one final thing to do." A small object dropped from the wall, it looked like an electrical device with two prongs. "Please push that button." I figured it wasn't going to me, so I might as well see what it did. When I pushed the button, I small arc of electricity jumped from one prong to the other. Before the spark arrived, it had already started a reaction in the air. The methane and oxygen combined, forming water, carbon dioxide and heat, lots of heat. 

The explosion was confined to the inside of the room, the blast rolling back and forth over my body with enough force to squish a normal person a hundred times over, it merely stroked gently over my body, rolling past my muscles, over my soft skin and pressing against perfect face, making my breast sway back and forth ever so slightly. The heat added to the radiation making me feel even warmer, even better.  

After what seemed like half an hour, but must have been only seconds, the door opened. "Hi guys. Thanks for that, it was wonderful." I stepped outside, my body still glowing, literally. As I stepped barefoot onto the concrete, it left a dark scorched imprint. I looked down, seeing my bikini glowing red hot, my body must have been equally hot. "I'd shake your hand, but..." I gently grasped a security camera, it instantly burst into flame. "I'm far too hot to handle."

Testing Amanda - 3

This is part 3, I suggest you start reading with part 1, followed by Mr. Stone's comment in the comments section.

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As the scientists hooked up probes, they couldn’t keep their hands from wandering around a bit. Still, considering the circumstances, I let them get away with it, winking at the one who thought he could feel my butt. 

I stepped in the new room. Instead of an observation window, there was just a camera at each of the four corners of the room and I couldn’t really anyone talking about me. They must have learned quickly from that last test, or maybe they just didn’t want to be too close to me. 

There were only four plates of the black metal, each about a 20 inch square and three inches thick. I’d have to go slowly if I wanted to have some fun. The first plate was for experimenting, so I picked it up from its stand and tossed it around a bit in my hands. It was about three times as heavy as regular steel and a deep shiny black. It wasn’t in the least bit heavy to me of course; I could lift trucks full of this and not break a sweat. Still, it was supposed to be tough, so I started bending it.

Now, don’t get me wrong, it was really strong. It would have deflected rockets without much problem and shrugged off armor piercing rounds. It’s just that my small feminine hands, my bulging 29 inch biceps and smooth creamy skin were all so much stronger. The metal bent in my hand like steel, or maybe I should compare it paper for people who aren’t as strong as me. I folded the plate in half three times, then slammed my hands together, causing molten metal to come spurting out between them, covering my body. 

As the metal sizzled and dripped down over my breasts and abs (the duck tape on my breasts had torn apart with the slightest flex), I walked up to the next plate. First I tore off my duck tape panties, it would have been incredibly painful for a regular girl, but I’m far from a regular girl and didn’t feel a thing. I placed the armored plate horizontally between my thighs and started flexing. I placed my feet apart a little and flexed my thighs until they almost touched and were as wide as my stomach. The armor plate squeezed out between the massive pillars of muscle and I started pulling and crushing it between my hands, stretching out the edges and compressing the middle. Soon, I had fashioned a rough string of the black armor, covering my vagina but folding perfectly between but perfect ass. “I just have to be careful not to flex my legs”, I thought, as I polished the metal to a gleam using nothing but the back of my fingernails. When I was done, the thick armor plate was shining like it was soft, smooth latex. 

The next armored plate I tore in half, then tore off the corners. This made me biceps, triceps and pectorals flex massively and they stayed that way for a while. I knew this was far from my must pumped look, but still my Pecs added about three inched to my breasts and my arms were 26 inches relaxed now. As soon as I’d torn two triangles from the metal, I pushed them over my breasts, enjoying the groan of metal as my nipple dug into the super hard material without distorting the slightest. That’s another trick I learned recently, normally, my breasts are quite soft to the touch, even to normal people, but when I want to, I can harden them so that nothing can move them a millimeter. 

The two super strong triangles were now hanging from my nipples, as I started tearing strips of armor from the same plate and rolling them into small chain links to make straps. Fifteen seconds later I’d made all the chains needed to go over my bulging shoulders and cross my super defined back. I hooked them up and squeezed them closed, pulling my new bikini tighter than any fabric could ever withstand. I quickly polished up the metal to a black shine and moved to the next plate.

This one was just for showing off. First I tore a little strip from the top, then two more. I put the aside. I started licking the plate, getting excited when the plate was bending over just by the force I exerted with my tongue. When I’d doubled the plate up, I put my hand on its back, smiled and rammed it into my face. The perfect imprint of my face should be saved somewhere, so I simply crushed it into the concrete wall, leaving it there forever.

I gathered up the last 3 inch round strips of the armor, and gently inserted it into my mouth. The fact that it was sharp and would have cut up anyone else didn’t bother me. All I noticed was that it was quite tasty, so I bit off a piece, playing around with it in my mouth, crushing it against my lips and tongue like soft gum. 

I turned around to see Jason standing in the doorway. I couldn’t decide if he was staring at my tiny bikini, my muscular body that was getting more massive and pumped all the time, or the fact that I was enjoying his super armor like it was soft candy. “Well, what do you think?” I asked, twirling around to show my muscular back and how the thong fell perfectly between my butt. “Oh”, I said teasingly, knowing he couldn’t accept, “You want some of this?” I held out the strips of jagged metal before taking another bite, being sure to show how my soft pink lips slashed through the metal. “It’s quite tasty.”

Testing Amanda - 2

This is Part 2, I suggest reading Part 1 first, followed by Mr. Stone's part in the comments.

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I quietly laughed to myself during his whole explanation. "Any speed I can reach", we'll see about that, but I smiled and nodded. "Medical help", my smile turned into a wide grin. "650 miles per hour", I couldn't hold it and let out a little chuckle.

"What's the matter", he asked. "Oh, nothing, I'm just looking forward to testing out your equip... I mean, myself." I stepped inside, seeing one wall was covered in one-way glass. Well, one-way if you're not me, I could quite clearly make out four people on chairs and Mr. Stone entering the room behind them. I could also easily hear them talking, mostly about me. 

"Oh, one thing", I asked to nobody in particular, "You wouldn't happen to have a spare outfit for me, would you?" I heard them discussing with each other, the man in the middle of the room, wearing a lot of medals, told another man in a lab coat to tell me they had anything I needed. He pushed a button and repeated every word over speakers in the ceiling. I just smiled and said thanks.

I got on the belt, turned it on and started walking, holding down the button to make it go faster. The man in the lab coat kept reading out my speed over the speakers, while another one read out other data, not over the speakers of course, but I could still hear it.

I started off at a slow jog, "55 miles" I heard as I held down the button. "120 miles" I heard "no change in heartbeat respiration or perspiration", said the other man. I just kept smiling, jogging and holding down the button.

As the numbers got higher, the three men in the room not wearing lab coats started talking more and more, claiming it was impossible for a girl (yes, they called me a girl), to be running at 450, 475, 490 miles per hour without any effort. I sped up, pausing at 650 mph. "This was the record, right?" I asked, not bothered by the insanely fast speed. "Uhh... uhh, yes, it is" a trembling voice came back. "You mean it was", I said, as I held down the button more.

My legs, already a blur to the observers, broke the sound barrier, creating several sonic booms per second as the easily kept pace with the belt. The lab coat stopped telling me how fast I was going, but thankfully, I could still listen in. "She's going 1200 miles per hour and her heartbeat is still normal". "That can't be, she has to be faking it" responded the man with the medals. "No, she's not, it's all real", Mr. Stone responded. I just kept jogging, faster and faster. I might actually have to start running soon.

Of course, I was getting worried a bit now. Not that I would get tired, or that I couldn't keep up, but my leg muscles were getting so pumped, they were about to burst out of my hot pants. "I think it's time for those extra clothes guys" I said, three seconds before my butt tore out of the hot pants, flinging them across the room. "Told you so", I said to the five open-mouthed stares behind the glass.

In the mean time, the belt had sped up to 1950 miles per hour without me noticing. It was starting to shake with every step I took. The observers had stopped talking and were just staring now, as the rest of my muscles were also swelling up from the workout.

When I reached around 2150 miles per hour, something unexpected happened. The treadmill belt gave out, tearing apart and flapping against the rear wall. I didn't expect this, so my next step was right between the motors and gears. It didn't hurt me of course, but it was a step that was propelling me at 2150 miles per hour, so that was the speed I was catapulted across the room. The math was simple: 350 lbs of pure, harder-than-steel muscle * 2150 miles per hour + concrete wall = one large hole and a rather super girl.

They should have been happy I'd been able to brace myself and come to a stop in the hallway, before anyone got hurt, but nooo. As I got up and brushed the concrete shards off of me (crushing a few of them, making the dust worse), the man with the medals slammed the door open, "Sorry I broke your wa..." before I could finish, he started shouting at me. After half a minute of this, I just picked him up by his collar, put him behind me and walked over to Mr. Stone. Holding a massive a slab of concrete in front of me to cover up, I asked "So, what's next?"

Testing Amanda

I was bored this morning, even my new hobby of taking solid pieces of metal and shaping them into tiny statues, using nothing but soft feminine hands was getting a little boring, especially because the sculpture I was working on kept melting from the pressure I was applying.

So, I decided to take Mr. Stone up on his offer. He offered to meet me at a roadside diner in a few days, but that wasn't all too interesting, so I decided to look for him myself. First, I had to get to the US, annoying for some people, but half the fun for me. I gathered some things I would need on my trip; two sets of clothing, one for when I got there, one for when I needed to get back home. I'd be traveling nude, because nobody would see me and because no outfit would survive the trip. Well, that was about it, so I folded some sheet metal around my clothing to keep them safe during the trip and off I went. 

I took a sprint towards the western coastline, arriving a minute later. A running jump landed me about 35 miles in the ocean, where I dove down to about 200ft and started swimming. I took it easy, because I didn't want to cause too many waves, so it took me over 30 minutes to get to the US. It was the middle of the night, I'd forgotten about the time zones again. I took me over an hour to find the meeting place, not because it was that far away, but because the directions I'd gotten assumed I was coming from the airport (silly him). I had to find the airport first, but two minutes later, I was standing at the diner.

Now it was just a simple matter of finding the secret base. Now, that might sound strange, but when you're super fast and can see everything around you, it's really not that hard. I just started running, spiraling out from the diner. A few minutes later, I found the "secret" base, not 200 miles away from the diner. They'd up "no entry" signs and large fences, not exactly that hidden.

Now, that was step 1. Step 2, finding Mr. Stone, would be a lot more fun. I took a look around, not seeing a single guard, or camera; I walked up to the fence, pushing my body against it. Instead of the wire pushing into my skin, it was being forced apart by my super hard, smooth body. One step later, there was an Amanda-shaped hole in the fence. Behind the fence, I could see warning signs, warning of death and terrible harm blablabla, none of it applied to me, so I kept walking. 

Suddenly, I heard a click beneath my feet. I realized I'd stepped on a landmine and there was only one thing I could do now. I spread my legs and enjoyed the high explosive, the spray of shrapnel hitting the bottom of my foot, my legs and crotch. This was already more fun than I'd expected, but my idea of a surprise visit wasn't going to happen. There was nothing for me to do but to keep walking forward. I could see the mines now, they were well hidden, but when your eyesight is as good as mine, and it’s easy to see where human hands buried something. So, with all the care in the world, I made sure to step on as many as I could.

Some of the mines wouldn't explode when I stepped on them. I realized these must be antitank mines, even my 350 lbs body wouldn't set them off. So, I started stomping down on them, my leg muscles more than enough to trigger them. The antitank mines were a lot more fun because the blast was aimed upwards. Still, the minefield had ended; I came to another fence, around a set of small concrete buildings. Around the building must have been at least several hundred soldiers, all running back and forth, looking rather disorganized.

I realized that all they had seen was a blur moving across their minefield, setting off about a third of it in half a minute, they had no idea I was here. Still, I didn't want them to get hurt, so I decided to sneak around back. A quick lap around the building showed me that two of them were entrances to an underground area, so that's where I was going. First though, I wanted to get dressed. Not because I'm embarrassed about being nude (I've literally got nothing to be ashamed of), but because people tend to have... accidents around me when I'm not wearing anything and I'm not talking about those kinds of accidents (I have to at least wink at them for that), but I mean walking into walls while looking at me, crashing their cars and similar.

So, after I got dressed, wearing a camouflage-print crop top that came almost all the way down over my breasts, a pair of brown hot pants that almost covered my cannonball butt and a pair of dark green boots that almost fit around my calves, I was ready to go in. To keep my clothes in one piece, I decided to be subtle entering the base. When one of the soldiers went back inside, I ran into the building as fast as my clothing could survive. When I was inside, I noticed it was elevator; I took a guess and said "barracks please". He actually pushed the button before turning around and looking at me. Well, not looking at me, but staring at my breasts, which was fine, he could see what was coming this way. 

I grabbed the back of his head, pushing it deep between my breasts, cutting him off completely from the outside, he could hear anything or breathe. "Sorry sweetie, I can't have shouting right now", I said as I held him there just long enough to knock him out without any damage. I kissed his cheek and gently put him down against the wall. "Nighty night", I said, before stepping out on my floor, putting my top back down over most of my chest. 

A quick jog through the hallways got me to a door, with a nice brass plate saying "J. Stone", with some other abbreviations and numbers that didn't mean much to me. Gently, I knocked on the door three times; twice almost hard enough to break it, making a huge noise, the third time exactly hard enough to break it, letting it fall over into the room.

"Hello, Mr. Stone" I said, in my cutest voice, while flexing my biceps to 27 inches and making my abs into an inch-deep 12-pack, "I'm here for my job interview".

A little agreement

I've been contacted by someone with a rather interesting offer. It turns out the right people found out about my little excursion to Russia. Someone called "Mr. Stone" has offered a "job" testing new advanced weaponry for the militairy, or, serve as a target for other people testing the weapons on me. How could I turn that down, after all the fun I had with the old-fashioned bombs and torpedoes in the old submarine base?

So, Mr. Stone, expect a little visit from me any day now.

Back home

After my fun little trip, it was time to go back home. Easily brushing the dust and rubble of my muscular body, I walked out of the collapsed base, throwing off car-sized boulder like they were pebbles. As amazing as it sounds, I think my little workout, while nowhere near as heavy as I would have liked it, actually made me even stronger than before. 

It didn't just feel different, I looked different to. Where my relaxed body could have won any fitness competition before, now it looked like I could win a medium weight bodybuilding championship. Brushing off the dust, I enjoyed feeling every bulge and peak of my body, when I came across my 'souvenir'.

Looking at the pile of mangled steel that had once been the doors and reinforcements of the base; I guessed it must have been about 720 tons of steel. Not bad. I started stacking it up, feeling its weight. This would do nicely; after a few hundred reps, I might feel something. The size of the pile was a bit of a problem though, so I started compressing the steel.

Folding over the doors and laying the other scrap between them worked at first, but after a while I noticed that folding the thick steel over again simply made it flow out the sides of the pile. I wasn't compressing the steel, I was kneading it. While my arms had already expanded to over 25 inches, they weren't big enough to hold the whole pile at once.

Thinking for a minute, I came up with a solution. First, I made a refrigerator-sized "bucket" of super compressed steel. Pushing it together with tens of thousands of tones of force, I made what was probably the strongest metal on Earth, for now. When I completed two of the "buckets", I tore off two lids from my pile, the metal tearing easily under my immense strength. When those were done, I started on filling the buckets.

Ripping off more steel, I wadded it into soccer ball-sized lumps of metal, weighing at least a 500 kg each. Holding it in one hand, I used my other to separate my breasts and pecs, then crushed the ball between them. Flexing my chest allowed my chest to compress the steel from all sides, making it denser and harder than even the bucket it would go in.

After a few seconds of pect-crushing, the soccer ball sized lump of metal was reduced to about a tennis ball, but still weighed 500kg. I tossed it into the bucket and started on the next one. Moving faster and faster, the pressure on the steel was getting higher for each ball. I had to slow down in order not to melt them and undo all my work. Still, the heat felt very nice on my breasts and I had to control myself not to do anything that might destroy my new weights.

When I was done, I had only filled one of the "buckets", so I squeezed the lid on and tried lifting it. It would be nice for a light workout, about 600 tones. I had to sift through the remains of the base to fill up the other bucket, but in the end, I had two 600 ton weights to play around with.

Lifting one in each hand, I started my leisurely jog back home, arriving there about an hour later. It's a good thing I arrived at night, because I would have made quite the sight. A beautiful, super muscular 6 ft 3 inch tall, 19-year old girl, holding two huge boxes over her head, jogging through the streets at about 70 miles per hour without breaking a sweat. As it was, I think I only caused one or two minor accidents and was the inspiration for a hand full of wet dreams. 

All in all, it was quite a nice vacation.

My trip - 3

Having taken care of the door, I walked inside, hoping to find something fun. It was a little disappointing at first, all there was were five empty docks that probably held submarines once, but were now completely empty. I could see base plates that once giant cranes, but they had all been removed. This was really annoying.

I walked through the base, venting my frustration on every piece of reinforced concrete wall stupid enough to get in my way. Punching and kicking the strong concrete reduced it to dust and pebbles, but didn't do anything for me. Even ripping out the long strands of rebar never felt like anything more than picking up wet spaghetti and it was just about as exiting.

Finally, after a few minutes of ripping the place apart (I don't think it could have stood any more of me), I noticed a large hatch in the floor. Still feeling pissed, I just punched my hand straight through it, ripping it out in one simple pull. The metal was about two feet thick, and the hatch weighed about 25 tones, not counting the fragments of concrete still hanging on. With a flick of my wrist, I tossed it towards it entrance to land with my other souvenirs.

I jumped down the hole I made and what I saw made my whole trip worthwhile. Below the hatch was row upon row of torpedoes, missiles, mines and raw explosives. This was going to be a lot fun. I reached down, pulling out a 3 ft diameter metal sphere. The metal crumbled in my grasp, but it didn't explode yet. Easily jumping out of the storage bunker, I hugged the mine tight against my armor-plated abs.

Remembering my first encounter with the train, I braced myself against being thrown backwards by the explosion, but when the mine did explode I was still standing in place. The explosion, strong enough to blow a hole in the hull of a ship from several feet away felt wonderful against my body, which was of course far stronger than a little battleship. The shrapnel against the bottom of my breasts felt especially good.

Reaching into the bunker again, I pulled out two torpedoes this time. The 20 ft long, 3000 pound metal cylinders were a little unwieldy, so I broke each of the apart with just one hand, figuring the explosives would probably be in the tip anyway. Well, I was wrong. Both torpedoes blew up right there, the fireball showering me with wonderful heat and energy and hot shrapnel and it felt so great. However, I didn't brace against this one and the explosion threw me back into the concrete wall. I didn't even notice in the pleasure the torpedoes gave me, but later on I learned the trick that if I brace myself, nothing in the world can me move me.

That wasn't important right there though, I was getting excited and I wanted more explosions. Stepping back inside, I gathered several arms full of missiles before easily jumping out, my muscular arms full with a dozen missiles. I put two of them between my breasts, where a light squeeze set both of them off with disappointing pops; my breasts had absorbed every last bit of the explosion though and I could feel all of it. In less than 10 seconds, I had crushed and smashed the rest of the missiles against my body, needing to get more from the storage.

This time, the shape of the torpedoes wasn't lost on me, and I gathered several of them in easy piles before jumping out again. Spreading my legs wide, I rammed one of the giant cylinders down, only to have it explode on impact. Not what I hoped for, but it felt amazing and I needed more, much more. I grabbed a new torpedo and repeated the move, and another and another. When I was out of explosives, I got back in the hole.

Not bothering with safety or restraint anymore, I grabbed as much explosive as I could hold in my arms and started compressing it against myself. I used one of the largest missiles there for a final blast, ramming it inside me a dozen times faster than it was ever designed to go.

In the complete ecstasy I felt at that moment, I don't exactly know what happened. Later the newspapers reported two massive explosions coming from the base. The first, and smaller one, would have been the tens of thousands of tones of high explosive going off. The second, much larger explosion would be me going off. The papers also reported that a loud rumbling was heard, coming from beneath the ruins of the collapsed submarine base, accompanied by loud moans which lasted for at least two and a half days afterwards. Three days later, still enjoying the afterglow, I decided it was time to go home.

Soviet engineering: 0 -- Amanda: several thousand

What would you do?

All this time I spend telling you about what I did, makes me curious. What would you all do if you suddenly found yourself as strong as I am? Let your imagination run wild :)

My Trip - 2

As I came close to the door, I noticed it was a lot bigger than I first thought. It was easily twice as tall as me, which made it about 12ft high and twice as wide. It was surrounded by a wire fence, which I ripped from its posts with a single hand, crumpling it up in my hands like it was tissue paper. I could have had more fun with it, but with the thick steel door ahead, I just tossed it over my shoulder, where it buried itself in a tree.

Standing right outside the door, I decided that slowly would be more fun, but I really wanted to test my strength properly. Luckily, the door was constructed as a sliding door with two halves that met in the middle. I could amuse myself slowly with the left half, and see how fast I break the right half.

Not wasting any more time, I forced my fingers of my left hand into the hardened steel. My nails dug through the door as if it was loose sand, not armor plate. I kept pushing my hand in, amazed at the feeling of the metal simply being pushed aside by my smooth skin and amazing strength. Deeper it went, until my whole hand was in the door, then my lower arm and finally my fingers emerged on the other side, my upper arm halfway into the door. I curled my hand into a fist and starting bending it upward, flexing my biceps.

I could feel, and hear, the inside of the door compressing, bending away from my arm. At the same time, my biceps was stretching the hole I made from 15 inch diameter to a massive 25 inch diameter hole. I can't describe how amazing it feels to have metal being forced around your body. I could feel the amazing force I put into the door, the pressure it caused on my skin, muscles and bone and I could feel how little effect it had on my body. 

Remembering to take it slow, I forced in my other arm, as far away from the original hole as it could go. Slowly, I started pulling on both my arms, hoping to pull this end of the door out. After all, I came here looking for some free weights, I might as well start right away. It turned out that the Soviet Union was better at making frames then doors, because all that happened is that I pulled my muscular arms straight through the hardened steel of the doors, leaving to gashes in the meter thick door. 

Change of plans, I thought. If I can pull it out, I'll push it out. Hoping to enlarge the surface area of my body, I flexed all my muscles, holding my arms out to the side and my legs wide, I started taking small steps towards the door. The first thing that happened was that my breasts touched the door, the cold steel making my nipples swell and press into the door, followed by the rest of my breasts. Not compressing at all, the forced their way into the door. When my thighs touched the door, they too started bending the metal inwards and around them, I was getting a little annoyed. I pressed my whole body to door, when my abs finally touched the door, it stopped bending and I could hear the breaking sound of concrete and rock over the whine of metal. Two more steps and the door dropped inside with a loud smash.

One side down, one to go. Stepping inside the hallway behind the door, it considered the best way to take the other door out quickly. I walked a few dozen feet down the hall, spread my arms wide and started running. In two steps I ran 40 miles per hour and in 30 ft I reached 90 miles, when I spread my arms and legs wide and jumped at the door.

That, friends, is something I can't recommend doing. Well, obviously not for other people, they'd end up with broken bones and in great pain, but I'm not doing it again either. As soon as I'd contacted the remaining half of the door, the steel flowed around me, filling every bit of space it could go. That meant the steel flowed like a liquid around me until the door flew free from the mounting, landing 50ft away from the opening. That wasn't the problem.

The problem was the steel going literally everywhere. Now, don't get me wrong, I didn't mind the cold, hard steel getting into certain parts of my body, that was actually quite pleasurable and something I would experiment with later on during my trip. No, the problem was steel going into other parts of my body. 

The least concern was the metal that got into my mouth. It turns out that, if you have a super powered mouth and tongue, steel is quite tasty with a unique texture. A slightly more annoying problem was steel forcing its way into my nose. A small blow later launched two steel plugs over 10ft into the dirt. No, the biggest problem was steel getting into my ears. I ended up pushing so hard on my ears that the steel liquefied and ran out, what a bother! Still, with my superiority proven over the door, I felt good walking inside.

Amanda 1 : Soviet engineering 0.

My trip - ...

Alright, Blogger decided to crash/break/not safe my post twice in a row now, and of course, I didn't safe it anywhere. I'd bang my head against the wall, but it'll probably break. The wall I mean, not my head of course.

I'm giving up and trying again tomorrow.

My trip - 1

Alright, I planned to do this last night, but I was a bit busy decorating my new house. First things first though.

I was a little frustrated with the lack of a proper, heavy weight, so I asked you what to do. There was a suggestion of lifting ships or old Russian subs. So, I did what any modern would do and went to Google. It turns out there are lots of abandoned soviet sub bases left, some still equipped with whatever it is they use in there. They're closed to the public of course, but I'm not the public.

So, I went to Russia. Other people would have to book a plane ticket, stand in line, sit on a plane, be bored to death etc. etc. I just took a running start, reached the coast in a few minutes of dodging houses and cars, or not dodging them in the case of one unfortunate BMW that is now scattered across a square mile of countryside. Reaching the shore, I took a running jump, clearing half of the Channel in one leap, before swimming the rest of the way in about five minutes. After a comfortable jog of 40 minutes, I arrived at the general location on the Russian coast. 

My muscles had already torn apart my clothing, having pumped up from my super fast walk here to a size that my tight outfit couldn't handle. Not knowing where to start looking, I decided I needed a better view, so I jumped straight in the air and scanned the area. Now, jumping over 200ft straight up wasn't much of a problem for me, it was landing that's hard. I tumbled over on my way down, slamming straight on top of a 50ft tall pine tree, reducing the top half to kindling before bouncing off and landing on my face. Pissed off, I kicked the tree, which exploded in a shower of woodchips. To my credit, the next jump I managed to avoid hitting anything and the one after that, I even landed on my feet. The fourth jump, I finally spotted what I was looking for, a large steel door in a concrete plug in the mountainside.

Walking there, giddy with anticipation, I noticed a sign. It was in Russian, but crosses, skulls and exclamation marks are universal. I don't like being told what not to do, so I grabbed both sides of the sign, ripping it from its foundation. Grabbing a loose hold, so not to bend the metal too much, I rammed it towards me, pulling it tight over my breasts like a sheet of tinfoil. Unlike a sheet of tinfoil, it curved nicely around most of my breasts, except my nipple which was sticking straight through the other end of the sign. This was going to be a nice souvenir for whoever was going to find the leftovers from my day. Tossing the sign aside, I walked towards the steel door, imaging everything inside the base that was just shouting for some fun.

I'm back

Hello everyone, I'm back.

I hope you weren't worried, I was just having a little to much fun to come back so soon (as if anything else could have stopped me from doing what I want). I'll tell you all about my little mystery trip later today, after I get settled in in my new home.

Going on a little trip

Hey everyone, starting tomorrow, I'm going on a little trip to where they probably won't have any computers to update with. I'll tell you everything about as soon as I get back, but I can tell you it'll have something to do with your last suggestions ;)

I hope to be back on august 3rd, but if things turn out to be more...interesting, it might take longer. 

Heavy metal

I need to ask for you help again.

You see, while it's really easy for me to get a pump (I just have to pick up a random car and lift it easily over my head to get my muscles to swell to four times their regular size), it's really hard for me to feel pumped up. I'm looking for something that'll get me a proper workout, not because I need it, but just for that feeling. If you've ever pumped iron, you'll know what I'm talking about.

So far, I've tried the gym, loading up two bars with 450 pounds, curling one of them in each hand. That got my biceps up to a nice 24 inches, but I didn't feel the pump. I grabbed both bars in my left hand, curling 900 pounds one handed with an extended arm. My arm swelled little more, 25 inches, but while it felt heavy and quite nice, it just wasn't "it".

I 'snuck' out the back door, leaving the lock shattered on the floor, I only just fit through the door and my shoulders had gotten that wide. Walking to a closed car park out back, I looked for the largest vehicle I could find. I spotted a large van, I guess somewhere around 3000 pounds and started pushing it up first, curling it afterwards. It was feeling nicer, but still not like a workout used to feel. I tried carefully stacking another car on top, but it kept falling off and I didn't want to damage either car.

I remembered the weights in the gym, I'm sure I could borrow them for a little while. Walking back inside, I'd forgotten about my arms and shoulders, bumping into the doorframe. Or I should say, "Smashing", because there's no such thing as "bumping" into mere wood when you can lift a van one-handed without breaking a sweat. I dislocated the whole frame, crushing some of the brickwork on the left side. I shrugged (breaking off another small part) and walked back in. This time, there was someone else in the lifting area. I just smiled at him as I grabbed my two loaded bars, scooped up at least another 1200 pounds of plates and walked back outside. The man was staring open mouthed as I winked at him. "Mind if I borrow these?"

The nice thing about being super strong is that you never need keys for something like opening a door. I simply grabbed the handle on the back of the van and pulled, opening the door whether it was locked or not. Loading all the weights in the back of the vehicle strained the structure to its limit. The total came to about 5100 pounds, or two and half tons.  

When I picked it up, this time left-handed, my biceps peaked to 27 inches, my shoulders of matching massive size, my pecs jumping out. I was glad I took your advice and wore was pretty much a cloth bag. Still, I lifted the van easily. Sure, it was heavy; I could feel this was more than a dozen professional weightlifters could manage. Don't get me wrong, it's a lot of fun and it sure feels great to lift that much without effort, but that was just the problem, it didn't take any effort. I'd have to curl this for days to even break a sweat and I didn't want to wait that long.

So, I'm asking my readers. Does anyone have any ideas where a super girl can get a little workout? Preferably somewhere quiet where I can do without any clothes and maybe not damage too much. Thanks in advance.

Fighting words

So, I'd just sent out a dozen or so letters and sets of pictures, but I still wanted a little pocket money. I loved your suggestion about trying for sporting events, but I didn't want to go through all the effort and time of going through competitions, rankings, championships and such.

Instead I did a little exploring in one of the shadier parts of town. I'd changed into my new stiletto heels, a pair of latex pants that were stretched to their limits and a crop top of dark green nylon. Now, I would have never tried this before my change, but of course I had nothing to be afraid of now.

I was a little disappointed that nobody tried anything on my walk, but you can't always be lucky I guess. Still, once I arrived at the old port district, and particularly, an 'abandoned' warehouse that had quite a bit of shouting and noise coming from it for an empty building. I knocked on the door, rather loudly, making small dents in the thin metal. A small slider opened that I hadn't noticed before, a rather ugly man asked what I was doing here. "I'm here for the fight", I answered, making sure he had a good view of my assets. He must have assumed I meant that I wanted to watch, because he wanted to charge me three thousand pounds. I didn't have that much, so I had to improvise.

With one hand, I quickly pulled the door open, tearing the lock through the weak wooden doorframe, while my other hand closed around his mouth. I softly squeezed his windpipe shut, being careful not to cause any permanent damage. "Sorry about this, sleep tight" I whispered in his ear, before lifting his unconscious body and putting it somewhere out of the way.

I had a look around the place first. There was one large boxing ring, surrounded by a circle of crude benches, packed with people. Off to the side, there was a large blackboard, someone writing numbers and taking money from the visitors. I had no idea how it worked, but I did know it had something to do with better, and when there's betting, I could make some money. Next, I walked to another man; a grubby looking guy in a poorly fitting suit, surrounded by what I guessed must have been the 'contestants'. I walked up the man, he checked me out, looking up and... well, he seemed to get stuck somewhere in the middle. 

"Hi" I said, as cheerfully as I could, "I'd like to join." With one of the worst accents I'd ever heard, he informed that they had enough ring girls, but I was welcome to his room afterwards. Fighting back the urge to snap him in half, I told him I was there for the fight. He just laughed and turned away. I was considering how to persuade him, when someone else barged in "Boss", he panted "Vinnie the Crusher still ain't found anyone ta fight 'im, says they's all scared". "Excuse me" I said, again as cheerful as I could manage "I'll fight Vincent if everyone else is scared". "If it'll shut you up" he replied, "it's your funeral, but tell you what dolly. If you last more than one round, I'll pay you 5000 quid." Now that was more like it. "Deal", I said, as I extended a hand. As I shook his hand, I squeezed to tight enough until I could feel his bones were about to snap, let go and walked away. The next thing I did was place a bet, on myself, for 200 pounds, the last money in my wallet.



An hour and half later, wishing I had brought a change of clothes, or at least a towel or something, I stepped into the ring. The crowd cheered, and I waved happily, I was rather enjoying myself, until the cheers turned to booing and insults. That's when I noticed a man climbing in the ring. Well, I say man, but he looked more like a bear mated with a rhino. He had to walk through door sideways, and his face looked like more than one person had broken his hand on his nose. This must be Vinnie.

I extended my hands, I hadn't been given gloves, not that I needed any, but he opened up straight away with a fist to my face. I easily dodged it, stepping back two steps. "So much for not hitting girls" I said to myself. Now, you've got to realize, despite what I'd done the whole week, I was still new to those and a bit scared inside, so when I threw my first punch, it was probably a little harder than it should have been. As my small fist struck his abs, it pushed deep inside, bending him over like a twig, he staggered all the way back into the ropes. Making sure the crowd got a good show; I looked at my hand and wiped it on my shirt. He was getting the a few blows for free, I decided.

When he came back, he looked even more like a rhino, charging straight for me. I played with him a bit, getting a little workout which only served to make me look better, but I had to be careful, as I'd only just bought my clothes and didn't want to ruin them in front of hundreds of people. After I'd dodged five or six punches, I let him have a hit. I flexed my abs hard as his glove connected. It felt... well, it felt good. Not soft, but it felt rather pleasant, not to mention I loved knowing that however hard he hit me, I could take much, much more. I hoped he'd follow up with more, but he clenched his hand, screaming. I just smiled and stood there, hands in my sides.

His next punch was an uppercut to my face. I decided not to brace for this one, I didn't want to hurt his other hand as well. It turned out that it didn't matter at all, even though I rolled my head with the blow, I could still hear a loud snap from inside the boxing glove. My chin was, of course, completely unharmed and I was feeling better and better. I wasn't the only one enjoying myself; the crowd was either staring openmouthed, or laughing loudly at the big man. "What's the matter, did you hurt your little hand?" I taunted, which made him throw another punch, straight at my chest.

Not wanting him to ruin my shirt, I stood on my toes, leaning back a bit, allowing his hand to connect to my bare flesh. It felt wonderful, having his hard blow press into my breast just a little, before sliding off, right inside my cleavage. Instinctually, I tightened my pectorals, which resulted into a loud scream from Vinnie. Letting go and stepping back, I saw a trickle of blood coming out of his oddly-shaped glove. I must have crushed his hand with just a small twitch of my chest muscles.

I had to end the fight soon, not because I was tired, but because Vinnie might kill himself trying to hurt me. The second punch I threw that game was a lot more gentle than my first, but it had to be, I was aiming for his head. He tried to block it, but he might as well have tried to block a speeding car with his hands (something I'm sure I would have no trouble with). I hit his head just hard enough to put him down. He'd wake up with the mother of all headaches, but he would wake up.

The match was over within two minutes and within five minutes, I'd collected my pay and my earning from the little bet I made. At 60 to 1, I'd earned a total of 17.000 pounds, not bad for a few hours of very enjoyable work. I left a thousand pounds with Vinnie, feeling a little sorry for him and decided that a dance club sounded like the best place to celebrate my new little hobby.