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".

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