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-