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?