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.

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.