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

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 - 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.

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.