★Memorable Author: [Jeremy Wilson] Stories~collected

[mcinvictus]

Hey Jeremy

Just wanted to say great story.  The overwhelming ease with which she beats everyone she goes up against and the sheer confidence she has to challenge everyone knowing that she can't possible lose.  Loved it, keep up the good work man - oh and have some karma

[Jeremy Lightning]

TY, I haven't had the opportunity to tell you this, but I read your newest story on Diana's Ultimate Power and I enjoyed it a lot, even though there wasn't any feats of strength, the character much like Dilys, had the kind of body that you know is capable of performing feats of strength well beyond that of any of the men, even the huge bouncer at the club, is capable of doing. So K+ to you for that! And thanks again on your comments, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[Jeremy Lightning]

*Author’s note: I have been a fan of Nicole “Snooki” Polizzi for some time now, it seems the tiniest member of the cast of MTV’s Jersey Shore just strikes a chord in me, I find her to be intoxicatingly sexy. So I decided to base a story on her, about a tiny woman who happens to be very strong. But of course I don’t have any copyrights pertaining to that television show, I will of course be using pseudonyms but of course you will know who I’m talking about if you read this introduction. Anyway, I hope those of you inclined enjoy.*


Jersey Shore Strength
by Jeremy Lightning

I settled down in a hot tub at the Hotel I was staying at in Newark, New Jersey, on a business trip. Originally I'm from Wisconsin, but I moved out to Philadelphia about 3 years ago to start a different career as a computer software developer. Let me tell you a little bit about myself, I'm 6'2 and weight 240 pounds, mostly muscle, especially my pecs and shoulders stand out, I've lifted weights for 14 years, since I turned 17, and one of the main reasons I decided to join a gym was simply to meet a woman, because, without a shadow of a doubt, strong women turn me on. And to be honest, they don’t have to be muscular, either, if they can have strength with a normal body, that turns me on even more so. As strong as I am, if I could meet someone stronger than me, someone whose strength dwarfs my own, that would be my ultimate fantasy come true.

So here I was sitting in the hot tub with my eyes closed for a couple minutes when the sound of water splashing caused me to open them, to be presented with a face that I knew well, that I recognized immediately. It was the star of NTV's newest show the Jersey Coastline, Mickie "Smoochie" Colluzzi! Someone that I had a crush on from afar.

"Hey there, cutie, what's your name?"

"Um, hey, I'm Jerry, it's nice to meet you."

"I see you know who I am, huh? Well, don't believe everything you see and read, it's all edited to make it more dramatic, I'm not really like that all the time."

"Oh, I know, and Miss Colluzzi..."

"Please, call me Smoochie."

"Okay... Smoochie, I don't believe most of the stuff that the crap sheets put out there, I don't watch the Jersey Coastline much, it's not my kind of show, but what I have seen with you in it, I have liked, I actually think you're pretty cute. I mean...if you're not offended by me saying that."

Smoochie smiled widely at me and fluttered her eyes at me sweetly and seductively.

"Tanks, darling, hey, where're you from? I can't place that accent."

"Actually, I'm originally from Wisconsin, Green Bay to be exact, I guess out here I stick out like a sore thumb, huh?"

"Nah, I think it's sort of cute, I mean it's so rare that I meet guys that aren't from around here. Especially guys like you, that are interested in me, some guys see me and shy away, thinking I'm sort of a short little orange alien chick or something. They see what happens on TV, and like I said, that ain't what Smoochie is all about, I'm really a down home kinda girl, I'm really more of a tomboy than a glamour girl."

"Yeah, from what I read you did gymnastics and cheerleading in high school, and from what I heard you were really good at them, I mean from what I see, you have the right frame for gymnastics, most of the good ones are petite like yourself. And for cheerleading, well, it's always easier doing the lifts and throws when the one you're lifting is so small and light like you are."

"Yeah, I would've thought so too, before I tried out, but it seems that's not all true, the girls couldn't really lift me that easily, and some of them were fairly big, too, I guess I was an unbalanced weight, seeing as all my weight was here and here." As she said this, she pointed to her bodacious breasts and bombastic butt. "But I didn't mind that, I knew I was strong enough to do the lifts myself, and I did, coach couldn't believe it when I put my hands around the waist of the biggest girl there, Sherry, she was a foot taller and 70 pounds heavier than me, but I lifted her straight over my head."

My eyes grew huge at this remark.

"No...way! So you lifted a girl that much bigger than you, how hard was it, how long did you hold her?"

"Hmmm, seems like someone likes to hear about strength feats, are you into strong girls Jerry?" I nod enthusiastically with a wide smile on my face. "Well, to tell you the truth, big ol Sherry may have been a lot bigger than me, 5'10 and 160 pounds, but to tell you the truth, I hardly felt her. My upbringing made me pretty darn strong, the gymnastics I went through from ages 6-13 refined that strength, and then when the coaches in gymnastics, track, and cheerleading let me in the weight room, I tore it up like no tomorrow, babe. Seriously, you should've seen the looks of shock and awe on their faces when I put 270 pounds on the bench and started repping it out like I was the freakin' Incredible Hulk, that was a little bit after I got on the cheerleading team, I had a bet with the coach that I couldn't lift more than the strongest guy on football team. Boy was he surprised, the biggest, strongest guy put his max of 450 pounds on the bar, did 1 and a half, slow, assisted reps with it and sat up exhausted. I got down with a smile on my face, I winked at the coach, at the player, at the player's coach, and started repping out 450 pounds like nothin', I put it down at 15 reps, not because I was tired, but because I was bored, and I proved my point."

"You're shitting me! You're telling me a little thing like you, with no noticeable muscle at all, with an hourglass figure like that, with the biggest, cutest brown eyes I've ever seen, has a body that contains as much strength as the World's Strongest Man?"

"World's Strongest Man? Nah, not anymore." I looked at her disappointed, she responded with a wide smile. "I haven't been as strong as The Strongest Man in the World since I was 15, Jerry, honey, if I had to put it in terms that you'll understand, if you put me in a tug of war against the starting offensive line of the Green Bay Packers, I'd win, even with you joining them on the other side of the line. To put it even more simply, I'm so strong, at only 4'9, and 95 pounds, that I can do any lift with your big, hunky body that you want me to."

My stomach was filling with butterflies, I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but this tiny woman had no reason to lie to me, she was proclaiming all these things that I thought was completely impossible.

"Could you... could you show me?" I asked with a completely shaky, nonconfident voice.

"Sure, cutie. But not right here, this is too public a place, but back in my suite, that would be just right, but here, let me give you a sample, while no one's watching."

She waded over to me and approached me, she leaned on me and walked her fingers up and down my chest, seductively, she purred at me like a cat enjoying her meal, then she worked her hands down to my butt cheeks, where she proceeded to grasp them firmly and raise my body off the seat of the hot tub. I wrapped my legs around her waist as she held me there, we looked deeply into each others eyes, and finally I couldn't control myself anymore, I wrapped my arms around her neck, bent my head and started kissing her more passionately than I've ever kissed a woman before.

"I can't believe it, it doesn't look like you're trying at all! How heavy am I for you right now?"

"Darling, you're hardly noticeable to me at all, but don't judge me by just this, I mean the water is helping me a little, and the front carry is one of the easiest holds as far as I'm concerned. Let's take this party upstairs, and I'll show you how strong I really am, I hope it won't scare you, from what I can tell, though, from a little something hard poking into my stomach, you're gonna like it."

Boy howdy! I couldn't wait, this mighty mite was going to show me some more of her strength!

To Be Continued...

[Jeremy Lightning]

*Author's Note: This is the sequel, as you probably know, if you read the first, this story is dedicated to a woman that I happen to find attractive, the Jersey Shore's Nicole "Snooki" Polizzi, and because of the fact that MTV has copyrights on the material and the characters in that show, I have to use different names and situations. Anyway, if you liked the first one, I hope you like this one too.*


Smoochie led me back to her room, which was basically a huge penthouse suite, I guess paid for by NTV. We were wearing robes supplied to her by hotel management, her's looking unbelievably better than mine because of her stupendous hourglass shape.

"So, uh, you're not shooting the show here are you, I mean, I don't see any cameras around, but you never know."

"Nah, we're on vacation, we'll be starting up production again in 2 months, right now, it's just me and you, real private. What do you think of this room, huge right?"

"Yeah, it's awesome, I mean, the ceiling's have got to be 20 feet high at least. It's gotta be at least 100 feet from wall to wall, and the tub in the bathroom is just as big as the one at the swimming pool and it looks much more comfortable, almost makes me wonder why you came down to the pool, to tell you the truth."

"Oh, I don't know, I guess I was passing through the lobby, and I saw you sitting there, and thought you were a cutie, then I walked past the swimming pool and saw you in nothing but your swimsuit and I wanted to eat you up right then and there. You're a hunk, Jerry, I know PJ and Johnny (think Paulie D and Ronnie from the Shore) are pretty muscular, but they're really into themselves, you can't get into a conversation with them without it turning into something about themselves and their bodies, but I didn't get that same feeling from looking at you. And I think I was right, you're such a nice guy, that's what girls like, no matter what you hear in the papers and on the television."   

"So girls don't like bad boys?"

"Girls like bad boys to have sex with, but that's about it, you can't have real relationships with bad boys. But that doesn't mean me and you won't be having sex, it's more like we'll be making love, hot and horny, sweaty and skanky, yes, but love nonetheless. That is, if you want to?"

"Oh yeah, no doubt, I mean I think you're so hot, and that's before I even knew you were as strong as you are. That just added all the more lust to the equation, without a question. I'm not the kind of guy that would force that on any woman, but I have a feeling that if you didn't want to, no man would be able to force you to do anything you didn't want to do."

"And I know I can force you to do anything I want, believe me Jerry, if you had 5 guys just like yourself with you, all 6 of you together could stop me, but you won't have to worry about that, I really just want to do what you want to do. Like my girl Christina Aguilera's song goes, I'm your genie in a bottle, make a wish and I'll do my best to make sure it comes true." She said this last with the sexiest pose I'd ever seen, if you put Barbara Eden in her prime and combined it with Princess Jasmine's beauty from Aladdin, you might get some idea, Smoochie was out of this World hot in my honest opinion, I just about licked my lips when she said and did this. But then I remembered what she said at the beginning.

"You know, I'm not such a weak man myself, I work out at the gym 4 times a week, I lift some pretty good poundages." I said with a little confidence, I have put up 550 pounds on the bench press and 200 pounds on the curl bar.

"Sweetie, I didn't mean it that way, look, I'm sure you're strong for a man, but well, you already felt some of my power already, and I told you what I could do."

"Well, how about a friendly little contest to start off the festivities, let's do an armwrestling match, if you're as strong as you say, it should be no problem for you to beat me, and it'll give me some clue as to what league you're in."

"Okay, if you say so, babe, but don't say I didn't warn you."

We laid down on the soft carpet on the hotel bedroom floor and we grasped hands, but it was readily apparent that she needed a boost, my arm being so much longer. I got up and got the Newark Yellow Pages, and she put her arm up on that.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Yup, you count it down, hun."

"On 3, ready, 1...2...3!!!"

I pushed a little at first, but her little arm wasn't moving at all, a little bit more and there was still no sign of effort on her face, so I put all I could put into it, but she was looking at her nails like there was nothing happening.

"Oh, have you started, sorry I was a million miles away. Anyway, I think it'd be more fair if you used both hands, go ahead, give me everything you got babe."

I did as she asked, of course I met the same look of boredom.

"Aren't you done, yet? You're trying your hardest? I'm sorry honey, I just can't feel anything you're trying to do here." Then she pushed my arms slowly and steadily to the carpet, where she gently but commandingly thumped my hand to the floor. Her eyes never left mine the whole time, but she didn't have a look of condescension or shame, she had a look of lust, because she knew I was fulfilling my fantasies. This just step one.

She leapt to her feet like a gymnast, still in her robe, which did nothing to hide her figure. She put her hands on her waist and said, "Now, that was fun wasn't it? What do you want to do next, like I said, your wish is my command?" She wiggled her hips and did a quick bootie shake that made my eyes nearly burst out of my head at her bubble butt.

"Wow! My goodness, Smoochie, I always thought you were hot whenever I saw you on TV or in the papers, but up close, even covered up in that robe, you have got to be the sexiest thing I've ever seen. You fill that robe out in all the right places, let me tell you. So you want to do whatever it is that I want to do? I'm thinking for a little foreplay you can show me some more of your power, I'll be your barbell."

"You? Honey, you wouldn't even make a good warm-up for me, but if you want me to pick you up and toss you around this room, then let's do it, using my power turns me on, probably not as much as you, but I'm gonna be there with you by the time we're done."

"I got an idea where to start, how about we play a little catch, and I'll be your ball." I got up on the bed, and she stood there with a smile on her face and her hands on her hips. "Ready? Here I come!" With that, I hopped off the bed and right into her arms in a front carry. She didn't even grunt or give any sign that my 240 pounds dropping full force from 5 feet in the air caused her any undue strain.

"So you want to be a ball, honey? Okay, I'll let you live your dreams." She grabbed me by my armpits and brought me away from her, she held me at arms length from her body as though I was nothing more than a pillow. To emphasize the difference in our heights, let's just say she was on her tip toes and holding her arms out to their highest extension and my feet were only 3 inches, at most, from the floor!

"Hun, I need you to curl yourself up into a ball, put your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around your thighs, there you go, now you're the perfect ball. Just stay like that and hold on tight."

With that she started moving me about in her arms like I was a human beach ball, the next thing she did blew my mind! She tossed me into the air with a flick of her left wrist and caught me with her right arm fully extended over her head! This tiny little woman, 4'9 and 95 pounds at the most was holding me, a 240 pound man, over her head with one hand like nothing! I couldn't believe it! Even after all she said she was capable of, after the power I felt up to now, I'm still amazed that someone as small and beautiful as her could accomplish such a feat with someone as big as me. But she wasn't done, I was amazed as she brought her arm down and held it palm up arm's length in front of her, like there wasn't a grown man that weighed 145 pounds more than she did sitting on it.

"Aw, you look so cute like that, like a little gerbil, I could just eat you up. But we're not done showing my power, not by a long shot. You know why I requested a room with 20 foot tall ceilings, hun? So I could do this."   

She flicked her wrist upward again, with a little more power and suddenly I was flying 5 feet over her head! I almost pissed myself at the thought of it, but then she caught me with that same hand extended, like I was some big soft ball to her. I must have made some kind of displeased noise, because Smoochie shushed me and said. "Don't worry, baby, momma is gonna drop you, you're like a big, old, soft teddy bear, a hunky, muscular teddy bear too. But Smoochie has everything under control, I'm not gonna let you mess up your pretty little body or handsome little face. Like I said, hold on and enjoy the ride."

Her saying that calmed my nerves some, but it turned me on all the more, I love when women baby talk to me, especially if it's about her being dominant and stronger despite the fact that they're much smaller. I knew she would never hurt me intentionally, and that I asked to be used like a ball, and this was completely in her power to do, so like she said, I relaxed and enjoyed the ride, boy did I ever! When my eyes weren't closed from the G-Forces my body was going through, I saw that I was whipping through the air like a tennis ball being sent back and forth across the room! Smoochie was true to her word, my body never once was in danger of hitting the floor, or the wall, or the bed. Finally, after 10 minutes of this, Smoochie stopped and told me to unwind myself from the ball I was in, she kissed me on the top of the head, then on the nose, and finally on the mouth, where we shared a kiss even more passionate then the one we had in the hot tub earlier that night.   

When I finally came up for air I said, "Boy, they sure named you right, damn you're a good kisser! Is there anything that you can't do?"

"I can't let my guy go unsatisfied, so what else do you want to do?"

"Well, damn, I don't know, how about when we do the nasty, we do it standing up, or should I say, you stand up and hold me while I pound you like a stake? How does that sound, babe?"

"Really? You want to go there already? You don't want to explore my power any more, you just want to get right down to it?"

"Um, of course I want to explore your power, my mind is just reeling from what I've been through, not just the tossing around, but that kiss you planted on me got my mind to thinking about more carnal matters. Maybe we can work power into it though, how about we do doggie style while you do pushups with me on your back, or missionary while you're doing a back bridge? I'm sorry, my mind's completely on getting in those tiny little g-string panties you got on."

"Oh, alright, let's do the push-up thing, maybe I'll get my muscles pumped up a bit, come here, you."

She got down on her hands and knees and pulled her panties to the side, I got out of my own underwear and climbed onto her back. I kissed her neck and shoulders as I fingered her sacred area, trying to warm her up for my 8 inches.

"Oh yeah, baby, you know just how to warm me up."

With that, she clamped down on my finger with her pussy muscles, I couldn't believe it.

"Oh, I see you met Ms. Kitty, you know, she's just about as strong as the rest of me, if you can believe it. But she knows how to be gentle, can Mr. Dicky come in and play with Ms. Kitty?"

"Oh Hell Yeah!" I yelled as I lined up my dickhead with her slit, as soon as the head got in, the rest was pulled in by a bunch of muscles that I'm sure were probably stronger than the World's strongest man in their own right. I wrapped myself around her, my hands on her incredibly huge, firm breasts, my legs around hers as she started pressing our combined weights up and down. Then I felt a grip on my left wrist, it held my hand and shifted it to her ass. It's then that I noticed that the push-ups hadn't stopped, but Smoochie was doing them with one hand as she used her other hand to shift my grip, as easy as adjusting a bikini strap.

"My ass is real sensitive, squeeze it, it really gets me off, hun. And keep doing what you're doing with your other hand, that really gets me hot. How you liking it?"

"How am I liking it! This is awesome! I mean your pussy is squeezing me like a hand, but it's better than any time I've ever masturbated, which I don't do often mind you, but your pussy, it's like it knows just how to push my buttons. And your body is just so hot, so firm, yet so squeezable, you're just so many fantasies coming true for me, baby. I can't possibly think how it can get better!"

"Well, let's just say you haven't seen anything yet hun, what I've done tonight, didn't require even 10% of my strength, throwing you through the air? Child's play! Beating you arm wrestling? I could've done that with only my pinky! Doing hundreds of one handed push-ups with you on my back? Effortless. Tomorrow, I'll start to show you how strong a little old girl from New Jersey can be."

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I heard her proclamation. I passed out with a smile on my face, and an anticipation for tomorrow to come.

To be continued?   

[Jeremy Lightning]

Monstrous Muscle
Made to Order side story 
By Jeremy Wilson  shaneomacfan3@yahoo.com
What happens when Monstra more than meets her match?

*Author’s Note: This story is based on another story by Mr. Shhh by the name of Made to Order, in that story a man used a computer program on a dating site to create his ideal female companion, who turned up a couple days later to be even bigger than his specifications. But what happened if there was a much bigger, much stronger, much older woman out there than that? Monstra blew Brian away with her incredible size and definition, what will happen when he and Monstra meet someone who blows Monstra out of the water? This story is inspired by Mr. Shhh, but it is also a request of sorts by a member of © Saradas and Deviant art by the name of Neoverseomega, thanks for your praise and inspiration, hope you like this story. Like most of my stories, this story may not be for everyone, so if you don‘t like incredibly enormous, striated, veiny muscle on mature muscle, well, this story is probably not going to be for you, but for those of you inclined, I hope you enjoy.*

*BOOM BOOM BOOM*

Brian awoke from the sounds of huge bangs and thumps that actually shook his house. Living in New York, he knew that it couldn't have been an earthquake, but he also knew it couldn't be the other thing that was capable of making that sound, that was capable of making his house shake. He knew that Monstra was all the way over in California, and was supposed to stay there until next week.

*BOOM BOOM BOOM*

Whatever was making those sounds, whatever was shaking the house was getting nearer. It was unlike anything he's ever felt before, even when Monstra was around the house, it shook much, much less than what was happening now. He had been in California when it was hit with a small earthquake, and this is almost what it felt like, he was banged around in his bed like he was being shook in a snow globe.

Just then, the booming stopped, and the doorbell rang. Brian looked at the clock, it was 7:50 am, he usually woke up at 8:30am, but the shaking and booming had definitely got him all the way up. He rushed down the stairs in his robe, which covered his T-shirt and boxer shorts. He almost stopped when he heard the knock that struck, and noticeably shook the door, he knew it must have been Monstra, no one else he knew could treat the big, solid oak door like it was made of balsa wood. But what was she doing back already? And why was she knocking, they were living together and she had a key.

So Brian walked to the door, gingerly, and opened it, but it wasn't Monstra that stood there in front of him. It was a woman, an African-American woman, but one that completely blew Monstra out of the water! But that wasn't the first thing he noticed. He had to look up and up, to see trapezius muscles that towered 2 feet above his own head! But the eyes that Brian could just barely see behind pecs that spread out so far that he couldn't see the end of them beyond his 4 and a half foot wide door frame, well, those eyes were 6 inches below his own eye level, making this muscle monster 5'8 tall, her traps towered 2'6 above her own head! Brian couldn't stop staring at her pectoral shelf, not only was it wider than the hugely wide doorframe, which he got for Monstra, who could barely fit in it herself, but they were so deep that he knew he could stick his arm in there up to the elbow, with his fingers fully extended and still not hit breastbone. And there were no breasts, Brian could tell, each and every inch of those mammary mountains was complete, one hundred percent, shredded, vascular muscle.

The spell over Brian was broken when this muscle monstrosity cleared her throat. Brian shook his head clear and asked in an anxious voice. "Um, may I - may I help you ma'am?"

"Are you Brian Henderson, sir?"

Brian Nodded. He marveled as the words passed her lips, he knew from experience with Monstra that you shouldn't expect a voice to go with the body, but what came out of this humungous woman's mouth, even if she said 5 words, was so incredible to contemplate. He almost expected her to sound like James Earl Jones or Michael Clarke Duncan, and not because she was black, but she looked roided out beyond all human comprehension. What he heard though, was pure melodic euphoria, it was a husky, though smooth and velvety, if Brian could compare it to anyone living or dead, real or imagined, maybe Jessica Rabbit, low, but definitely feminine, complete audio intercourse. 

"The same Brian Henderson who went on to Made to Order Muscle.com about 5 months ago and maxed out every specification in order to find your perfect muscle match?"

"Y..yes, that was me, but I already got a response from that website, someone who was beyond the max, her name is Monstra."

"Well, as you can see already, I am well past the max as well, I thought that I would pump myself up to an even higher degree for a couple extra months, lifting 16 hours a day with weights so heavy that even 5 of the World's strongest men put together couldn't lift it off the floor for more than 10 seconds. And that's just my warm-up weight. My name is Gargantua, and I'm your fantasy times 10. Now where is this Monstra, I want to see what flimsy little soft girlie you settled for before I showed up."   

"She's away, in California, she isn't supposed to be back until the middle of next week. To tell you the truth, I can tell you that you're much taller than her, she's only 5'1, so you got her in height, and I don't doubt you have her in weight and size. But when I was making my application out on the site, I did put down that the girl was supposed to be white, not that I have anything against black women at all, in fact I did waver back and forth between clicking the link for black for a while, I can tell you that I'm attracted to black women, for sure. But how old are you, if you don't mind me asking, Gargantua, I'd put you at 35, maybe 40?"

"You know a man should never ask a woman her age, especially a woman who can turn you to mush, but since you asked nicely, I'll tell you. Last year I celebrated my 51st Birthday."

"Well, if you saw my profile, you know I selected the 22-30 option. But hey, you know, I like older female bodybuilders, some of my favorites in fact, are around your age, Annie Riveccio, Colette Guimond, Trudy Ireland, so to tell you the truth, the fact that you are well over my decided option, the fact that you're 51 in no way turns me off."

"Well, that's good, so we're already agreed that you are attracted to older black women, and I know that enormously huge, ripped muscles turn you on, so how about we get to know each other better, sweetie?"

"Um, uh, Gargantua, I already have a relationship with Monstra, I have been dating her for 3 months now, while you are exactly the kind of woman I would fall for if I wasn't already dating someone exactly like that..."

"You think I'm exactly like Monstra? Are you saying you think that puny little girl can compete with a real woman like me? If she was here right now, I'd show her a thing or two about size and power. You think this is as big as I can get? You think this is as ripped as I can get? Do you think that that bimbo is the personification of big? Well, boy, you gonna get an education into the personification of enormous. I suggest you invite me into your house now, or I'm going to have to invite myself in, and that would be much more fun for me, but not as much fun for you."

To emphasize her point, Gargantua took a grip of brick near the door frame with her forefinger and thumb and without any sign of effort on her face, crushed it to dust. Brian quickly stepped back and invited her in. She took some time to get in, though, it was like watching an 8 foot giant get into a little car, she had to bend down to get her traps under the door frame, then turn sideways diagonally to get into the door, even then, her torso was so frickin' thick that there was barely a millimeter of space not taken up by her enormous frame! But she made it in, just barely, and Brian discovered that she seemed to take up a lot of space, her shoulders, which he couldn't even see behind her enormous pecs, were even wider than her pecs! They had to be wider than she herself was tall, that kind of thing is incredible to contemplate, not even Monstra could boast that! Brian put her at 6 foot by 4 and a half feet at 5'10 tall. Considering the room was 15 by 15, and a normal human being took up about 12.5 percent of that, this woman by herself took up nearly 45 percent of this room's space! Her traps, towering overhead at over 8 feet tall were very close to the 10 foot tall ceiling, and I had a feeling that had she chose to flex them, that space of less than 2 feet would be as extinct as the dinosaurs.

Brian was standing 10 feet away from her, and now that he was away from her beach ball sized pectorals, he could see her abs, which at rest looked to be a 10 pack of softball sized blocks, with feathered striations and veins running all over them. Not to mention her intercostals, which were ripped to a degree that even Monstra couldn't match, and he'd been there on Monstra's abs day, he saw her fresh from pounding her abs with brutal exercise after brutal exercise, they still didn't come close to Gargantua's "relaxed" abdominal wall! God knows what it would be like if she was flexing!   

She knew what Brian was looking at and smirked. "I see you like my abs, well jus' wait, baby, you gonna see them a whole lot, after I defeat your little itty bitty muscle girl Monstra. But until she gets here, I'm gonna keep my body to myself. But to pass the time, how about you tell me a little bit about her, and I'll tell you all about me."

Before Brian even got to start the phone rang, Brian got up and got it.

"Really, that's great, I mean that you're coming home tomorrow, I'm sorry your client fell through, but I can't wait to see you. Oh, and honey, there's a surprise that I bet you're gonna be blown away by, I can't tell you what, but you'll see for yourself when you get home. No not even a little clue, but believe me, it'll be worth the wait. Okay, love you too, bye."

Gargantua raised an eyebrow. "Was that Monstra?"

"Yeah, that was her, she said that what she went out there for got cancelled, so she'll be coming home tomorrow, I guess you'll be able to meet her much earlier than you were expecting."

"Really? How do you know that? I know you said that she was supposed to be gone, what another 5 days? Well, sometimes things happen that you don't want to wait for, I know what Monstra was doing, and I knew who she was set up to meet, so I decided to pay him a visit myself, and showed him that he didn't need a skinny little cow like Monstra, when he could have a grade A Angus bull like myself. Of course he cancelled all of his appointments after the day I gave him, he came so much from masturbating to me that he won't be able to produce sperm again for 2 weeks! So little Monstra went out there for nothing, and while she's away, I'd thought that I'd introduce myself to you, and ruin you for any other woman just like I did him."

"Why? Why would you do something like that?" He asked fearful of her intentions.

"Because I like to dominate, not mentally, but physically, I like to see people who think they're such big deals realize the truth, that no matter how big or powerful they are, there's always someone bigger and stronger out there. When Monstra made her big news out there on that bodybuilding stage, blowing away all the men, I saw that in the news, on TV, how she dominated that stage with her size. But she doesn't hold a candle to me. As big as she was there at the contest? I was that big when I was 31 years old, and I've been pushing myself harder since that time, to become what you see before you. Well, actually, what you see before you is not even close to as big, as ripped, as chiseled as I can get when I'm fully pumped. But you get the point. When Monstra became the fantasies of so many guys with her performance, her body, I knew it was time to reveal myself to the public, but not all at once. No, I decided to visit men that have had sessions with Monstra, men who have professed their undying lust and loyalty to her. That guy in California wasn't the first, nope, but you, I plan on making the last. Because you have fallen in love with Monstra and she has fallen in love with you back, so taking you from her, and her from you, that would be my ultimate act of domination!"

"You're a horrible person, I can't stand for this, I want you to get out of my house right now!"

Gargantua smirks in response, "Oh, do you really mean that, boy? You're not curious to see my fully flexed physique? You don't want to know how strong I am, how much bigger and stronger than your little girlfriend I happen to be?"

Brian takes a deep breath. He knew she was right, he had been wanting to see her body in all it's glory, he wanted to see the comparison between Monstra and Gargantua, there was no denying it in his mind that he couldn't send Gargantua from out that door without seeing her flex her insanely huge muscles just once.

"Okay, I don't mean that, but I don't like your attitude. It is meant to be for Monstra and me, she is everything I ever wanted in a woman. It's not just her body, because to tell you the truth, even I can see, without you even flexing, you're bigger than her, you're better than her, but it's her personality, she's loving, caring, she has a kind heart, and her determination is just about second to none. In the 5 months I've known her, I feel she's helped me become a better man, I want her to be my wife. Even if you destroy her body, even if you get 3 times as big as her, and can lift this house off it's foundation, I won't leave her for you. But I can tell you that it will be intriguing to see what you will look like in your fully flexed state, exciting even, to see your body in comparison to Monstra, but I can't see myself leaving her for you, ever. If that's your plan, then I can tell you right now, you're going to fail."

"We shall see, little man, we shall see. You may not like my attitude now, but when you see what I have in store for you, and for your dear Monstra, you may change your mind." Gargantua raised her hand and told Brian to kiss it. Brian was struggling, a command from Gargantua carried a lot of weight, and his loyalty to Monstra was seemingly on the line, he resisted with all the force he could muster, but something in her eyes drained him of whatever will he had left and he marched himself forward and reluctantly leaned down to kiss her hand. Gargantua burst into an evil laugh as she made another unwilling subject do her bidding.

"Next comes your little girlfriend."

The laughing echoed around the room, accompanied by agonized sobs coming from Brian. He tried, only Monstra could save him now.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Gargantua's story

When Martha Jackson Lee was born, the doctor's found out that she had no myostatin receptors, meaning that there was no turn off switch when it came to how much muscle and strength she could achieve. This made her naturally athletic, and any exertion that she put her body through, from a very young age, made her muscles grow and made her stronger. By the time she was 12 years old, she was 5 feet tall, but weighed an amazing 160 pounds, and she hadn't even lifted a weight in her life. She was just your typical tomboy, who played sports against boys, and never ever lost. Her biceps were 18 inches already, and she found that boys, and even some men consistently wanted to arm wrestle her. Even men as big as 6'4 and 300 pounds couldn't put her arm down to the mat. She amazed with her muscle and strength. At 18, she reached her current height of 5'10 and weighed in at 250 pounds of muscle, her arms were 23 and her chest stood out 5 inches in front of her rib cage, her chest measured 58 inches around... and she still hadn't taken up weightlifting.

Her nickname, the name to which she now answers only, came about when she was 26. It was then that she finally decided to join a gym, she weighed 400 pounds and was bigger than any male bodybuilder at the gym. A male trainer approached her and asked how she got her muscles, saying that they surpassed huge and bordered on gargantuan, this made her smile widely. She said she just piled on muscle naturally. He asked if she took any drugs, she shook her head, saying absolutely not, this muscle is 100% natural. She flexed her biceps, which were now 28 inches around, she said that she was interested in pumping those monsters up bigger than anyone in the World has ever seen. Not realizing that currently, her's were beyond a shadow of a doubt, the biggest in the World. But the trainer didn't tell her that, he was mesmerized by her and decided to take her under his wing and try to get her as big as possible. He even decided to see how her body reacted to steroids, and it so happened that as big as her body grew naturally, when it was exposed to steroids, it grew bigger faster.

After 5 years of intense, steroid filled workouts, Gargantua was now 680 pounds, her biceps were 40 inches around, and her chest was over 100 inches around. She couldn't find any decent weights in the weight room, so she went outside, and decided to start lifting cars and trucks to get a pump. This only went so far, at 36, she could lift a full sized bus above her head with barely any effort. At the time she was 800 pounds and could barely find clothes enough to fit her, but that is nothing compared to how big and strong she became over the 15 years since then.

Currently, the only thing that she can wear is black colored masking tape over her nipples since no top could ever be made to fit even her relaxed super muscled torso. She often wears a robe, made out of a full sized extra double wide camping tent that just barely covers her whole body, during the rare times she goes out in public. For her bottoms, she wears a black thong, one with enough material to be a bedspread on a queen sized bed, but because of her enormous gluteal muscles, it just barely covers her. Because of her immense lat and arm muscles, she can't bend down to do it herself, so she has one of her many slaves do it for her. Her weight is 1345 pounds of incredible dense muscle, and we'll go through her measurements when Monstra joins the party in a little while.

***

Monstra unlocked the front door with her key and entered.

"Honey, I'm home! God that sounds so cheesy." she said under her breath.

"I'm in the kitchen, babe. Welcome home, I'm sorry again about you having to come home so early."

"Don't worry about it, baby, so where's this big surprise you have for me?"

"It's in the basement, darling, just waiting for you to try it out."

"What is it? A new weight machine, a new stack of plates, is it that extra strength stair climber that you promised me a while back? I need to get my legs a little bit more ripped and that would help out a great deal."

"Oh, I'm not gonna say yet, I'll just say that it's big, well huge really, and it'll definitely exercise you until you're in agony. Shall we go down?" 

"Wait, let me get my workout clothes on, then I'll meet you down there."

"S..sure no problem, see you down there babe."

5 minutes later, Monstra chugged down the stairs, which were reinforced concrete, luckily for both her and Gargantua, had they been anything but, there's no way in hell any stairs could've held up to that kind of weight coming down on it. When Monstra stepped into the middle of the room facing the mirrors of her makeshift gym, it was then that she noticed a huge object moving, coming out of the shadows, she turned around and fell back in shock at the vision of Gargantua.

"Surprise, little Monstra, my name is Gargantua, and I have come here to challenge you to a muscle off. As you can see, in my current condition, I already outstrip you, but I hear that you have a determination and will to grow that can't be matched, well, you're going to need it if you're going to keep up with me."

"Gargantua is it? I can see that you're impressive, you're the surprise that Brian was referring to? Where is Brian, what have you done with him?"

"Brian is completely fine, but he's under my control, see, Monstra, I get what I want, I have what some might call a magnetic personality, and Brian wants to please me, because if he doesn't, who knows what could happen?" With that, Gargantua punched the concrete wall that she was standing next to, a 4 foot thick wall that was part of the foundation of the house, the punch shook the house so severely that Monstra had trouble keeping her footing, and nearly 2 feet of the brick that held the house up was completely annihilated by the punch. Monstra knew that concrete was reinforced, made up of some of the hardest material created, a grenade could barely dent it, it would take 10 pounds of dynamite to make a mark the size that Gargantua just did. Monstra was taken aback by the power that Gargantua just effortlessly demonstrated, but she knew she had to hold her ground, she loved Brian and wouldn't let this monster have him if she had anything to do with it.

"Gargantua, I accept your contest, you make the rules, if I win, you leave me and Brian alone and go back to whatever hole you crawled out of."

"And if I win?"

"You get me, and Brian, we'll both be your slaves, for as long as you want us, or until we can win our freedom."

"And how would you go about winning your freedom, little one?"

'Little one' thought Monstra, this woman must be insane...then again she did have lots of pounds and inches on Monstra.

"Well, I think that would be obvious, we wrestle each other, if you win, we continue to be your slaves, if I win, me and Brian are free from your clutches and you..."

"Slink back into the hole I crawled out of, yes obviously."

"Exactly, so how do we do this muscle off?"

"Well, it's like a bodybuilding contest, we pump up a little so we get our muscles primed and to their biggest, and then we do 5 poses, whoever's bigger and more symmetrical wins. And we will take my size advantage out of it, I'm 9 inches taller and I probably weigh at least 500 pounds more than you, so I'll leave it up to Brian to decide if you're proportionally as big as me or not."

"But if Brian is under your power he will not be objective at all, he will pick you in every category."

"Alright, Brian, come here."

Brian does without thinking. "When I snap my fingers, you will be yourself again, you will be objective when judging this contest, and if you think that Monstra is proportionally bigger and more symmetric, then you have my permission to pick her in that category." Gargantua snapped her fingers, and Brian seemed to come out of a daze.

"Monstra, I'm so sorry, there was nothing I could do. She's so powerful, not only physically, but mentally."

"Shhh, it's alright, honey. I'm going to get us out of this, one way or another. Just do the best you can judging us, alright?"

"Oh man, I don't know if I can handle this, I mean both of you together, I don't know if I could control myself."

Gargantua giggled, then took a bottle out of a pocket in her robe.

"That's why I brought this along, it's full of salt-peter pills, you take these and you mind will be in full control, because your hormones will be suppressed fully. You can judge without having to lose yourself to your libido, by the time the contest is over, you will be able to react to all the awesome muscle that you will have seen. And the winner, whoever it is, (saying 'as if there's any doubt it will be me' under her breath,) will give you a present you will never forget."

Brian takes a pill and immediately it began working, as his erection quickly became flaccid and he took a seat. "Okay, ladies, I'm ready, please take your places."

***

[Jeremy Lightning]

The Posedown (where the story really begins!)

The basement was a huge room, it took up the whole house and then some, it's dimensions were 50 feet x 35 feet, but because of the level of huge women that took up a lot of the space, you'd think it was a rickety little thing. It's ceilings were 20 feet high, mostly because of the immense weight machines that filled half of it. 

Brian cleared his throat, "Okay, here's the rules ladies, I will be marking you for size, definition, proportionality, symmetry, and performance, you will do 5 different poses, use your own style in performing those poses, but try to keep within the bounds of the pose, no free-styling, you will be judged on that. Okay, starting on the song. First pose, side chest."

Had Brian not taken the salt-peter, I'm not sure that he could've held back, because the display of immense female muscle that greeted his eyes would've drained him in one go. Gargantua's size advantage was pronounced, as her beach ball sized pectorals grew to near double their relaxed size, but it was the definition that really blew Brian's circuits, but Monstra didn't have to take a backseat to her, even though she weighed 550 pounds less than Gargantua, her pecs may not have been as big, but the striations, the veins, the separation between one pec from the other was at least 14 inches deep. Not that Gargantua's 20 inch deep pectorals didn't set her apart, but the fact that the size difference was as big as it was, the fact that Monstra was only giving away six inches was incredible! The thing that put Monstra in the lead was her symmetry, Gargantua was upper body heavy, and while her legs were tremendous for anyone, her upper body overpowered her lower body, while Monstra's lower body was just as proportionally big and defined as her upper body, which is to say extremely defined. First pose Monstra 15, Gargantua 19. Lower score wins.

"Second Pose, front abdominal pose."

Obviously, this was the pose that Brian was looking forward to the most, since he was denied seeing Gargantua’s abs in all their glory the last night. He knew that even looking at her relaxed abs, that was nowhere near to what they would look like when she actually flexed them, and he was absolutely right! While Monstra was straining to get every single bit of definition and veins to appear on her shredded abs, Gargantua actually smiled, as she knew she had this one in the bag, she took a deep breath and crunched down, and anyone who enjoys abs at that point would have exploded in their pants, Brian was lucky that he had that salt-peter in his system, because he would've cum so hard that he'd be unconscious, but with the biggest smile of euphoria on his face. Gargantua's mid-section made brick walls look puny in comparison, she not only looked bullet-proof, she looked missile and grenade proof as well. If Brian decided to count every single different piece of muscle that existed in Gargantua's torso, it'd take him hours, perhaps days. It was with a slightly heavy heart that Brian had to give this round to Gargantua 12 to Monstra's 16. It was tied 31 to 31, one pose won a piece.

"Third Pose, Back double biceps."

Brian had not yet seen the full expanse of Gargantua's back, and he knew that was one of Monstra's strong points, her back was wider than she was tall, she often liked to tease him by not being able to get in the house with her back spread to it's utmost. Gargantua's back, to say the least, was awesome to witness expand in front of Brian's eyes though, he couldn't believe how wide it was, first she did a back lat spread to show it's width, which was well over her own height, I would venture to guess that her bat-like lat wings spread to just about 7 feet! Had he not been objective, he would have given her the points right then and there, but he had to judge the pose, which was a double biceps pose, not a lat spread. Still, her back was even better than Monstra's, but he wasn't only looking at the back, he was looking at every single muscle he could see and also the symmetry and poise. Gargantua's upper body once again took away from her lower body, while Monstra kept her lower body in perfect symmetry with her upper body. Her glutes were awesomely ripped, which Gargantua couldn't say, sure, her's were striated, but Monstra's striations were deeper and more numerous. At the same time, Gargantua's weaker legs just didn't have the definition or relative size that Monstra's stronger legs had. But Brian kept the vote close, Monstra 13, Gargantua 15. Monstra had the two to one lead, which lead to the 4th pose, one of Brian's favorites, the Double Biceps pose.

"Okay ladies, show me the front double biceps now."

Both huge women turned around, readied themselves and then both hit  their absolute best double biceps pose. Brian again was blown away by the sheer mass and definition that both women had attained. But once again Gargantua's clear size advantage couldn't stop his wandering eye from just devouring her physique. In that pose, he couldn't deny that she was not only far bigger in the biceps area, but she had definition so ingrained in her torso that even her armpits had striations and veins running in them. Monstra, well, against anyone else in the World, man or woman, she would've won hands down, but Gargantua's size, definition, and pure magnetism in that position overcame any deficiencies that her lower body brought around again. Brian was once again sad to find that he couldn't vote against Gargantua, he gave her 14 and Monstra 18. The total score was 60 to 61, with Gargantua claiming the smaller score.

One last pose would decide the contest, a pose that Brian would normally cream over when Monstra did it in front of him, not just because of the size and definition that she showed when doing it, it was in that pose, where Monstra showed her determination, her baser animal instincts, she roared in superiority when she did this pose, Brian's personal favorite, the Most Muscular Pose.

"One last post ladies, this is for the contest, I will reveal that you are tied, 2 poses a piece, so whoever wins this pose will win the contest, I can also tell you that the salt-peter is starting to wear off, so if you're able to make me cum during this pose, that's about as good as a win in and of itself, and I will award it to you, so good luck." He said this in particular to Monstra, who knew of his love of this pose and how many times it got him off in the past. 

Well, my dear reader, as you can guess, Brian was treated to one of the most devastating displays of ripped, huge, awesomely defined, veintastical, mind blowing, cum blasting, sense rending muscle that you could ever imagine in your life. Gargantua took the early lead in the contest, which lingered on more than any of the other poses, just because Brian took time to savor each and every mesmerizing second of it. Well, Gargantua, she blasted the pose hard right from the beginning, her already enormous traps were towering even farther over her head than usual, at least 3 and a half feet over her head, the shoulders they were attached to looked twice as big as a pair of 16 pound bowling balls. Her immense pecs looked so huge and ripped that he knew know that he could stick his entire arm up to the shoulder into the cleft between them! But he knew Monstra was not going to lose this contest, so when he was done eating Gargantua up with his eyes, he turned to his amour, and he was nearly blown back at the sight of her!

Monstra was in her element here. In this pose, she let herself draw into every single muscle in her body, with her intense determination to grow bigger for her man, she allowed herself to expend every single amount of energy into the pose, so she could grow more muscular and more defined, and it damn sure showed! Monstra's own trap muscles were beyond anything Brian had ever seen from her, they towered over her head at nearly 2 feet! Considering the fact that Gargantua could put more muscle on her frame because of her 9 inch height advantage, even the most ardent fans of size had to agree that nearly blew Gargantua out of the water! Her shoulders not only looked harder that Gargantua's, they looked proportionally larger, and Brian didn't think that could be done! Her pecs were incredible from this position, while they may not have been as deep as Gargantua's, Brian definitely could lose a lot of fairly large objects in the enormous cleft that she had. Not only that, the intense striations she had in each of her pectoral mountains just showed incredibly deep themselves, much more of a match for Gargantua. Brian saw her face and it was what finally set him off, because he saw so much determination that the pose was actually hurting her, but she held it and squeezed so much effort into it that large veins were showing from her neck up to her forehead and across her face. He blew his wad with such intensity that his body shook, he nearly passed out from it. After a couple of seconds to catch his breath, he made the pronouncement of the winner.

"That's it, the contest is over, Monstra, you are the champion of my heart and my soul, Gargantua, you were huge and ripped beyond belief, but Monstra just couldn't be beaten today."

Gargantua went crazy with rage from Brian's pronouncement. She rushed up to Brian and shoved the table out of the way.

"Oh hell no! I'm the bigger, I'm the stronger, ain't no way that little cow is better than me."

Gargantua took a grip on his shirt and drew her huge right fist back. But the punch never came.

"Take your hands off him, you big ass bitch!" Monstra said as she caught Gargantua's arm and turned her around. "You may be bigger than me, but if you threaten the man I love, then I'm going to beat you to a bloody pulp. You're gonna....oof!"

She got caught off guard with a punch to the stomach, but the blow did little more than stun her, it didn't quite hurt. Monstra was high on adrenaline, and when the shock wore off, she herself threw a hard right into Gargantua's plate of muscle abs. Those abs had at time been run into with cars and trucks, they had in fact deflected rubber bullets, but Monstra's power was off the charts because of the adrenaline, and her fist exploded with so much power into Gargantua's immovable abs, that Gargantua fell to her knees and retched on the floor.

"Ugh, noooo, that's impossible, my abs are bullet proof, no one has been able to hurt them since I was a teenager. How?"

"Ever see the Monkees? Well, let me paraphrase a line from one of their shows, a woman in love has the strength of thousands, or in this case, maybe hundreds of thousands. Now, you can leave this house out of your own free will, or I'll remove you, and that'll be a lot more painful for you."

Monstra took a grip on Gargantua's wrist and yanked it behind her back in a hammer lock, she drove Gargantua up the stairs of the basement and out the front door of the house. Then she tossed her on her knees in the front drive way and stood above her, in a supergirl type pose.

"Well, what's it going to be?" Monstra said, with pure power behind her threatening pose.

"Okay, I'll leave, you won this round, bitch. But this won't be the last you see of me, I'll be back. This won't happen again, be sure of it!"

"Yeah, well, we won't be sitting still here either, you big goof, if you come back, I'll be ready."


The End... for now

[iome60]

stunning work, Jeremy!!
very VERY well written!

[Jeremy Lightning]

*Author’s Note: If you have never played World of Warcraft, you may not get this story. Do some research on Wikipedia to understand the concepts, if you want to. Hope you like, but if not, I can understand. Thanks.*

The World of Warcraft: the Unfortunate Death Knight
by J Wilson


It all happened on what was supposed to be a raid to Ironforge, Merkchops went ahead to scout, he was a level 85 Orc Death Knight.  He was one of the strongest guys in the raid team, his hp was 68,450 and he had a 8900 gear score. He uses the best armor and weapons available on his level and also uses some game cheats that make him extra powerful. He has never been less than at least the 2nd highest scorer when it comes to dungeons and raids, and frequently was the top damager and tank on these missions. If there was any alliance on the road to Ironforge, you could bet that Merkchops was able to take on as many as 3 or 4 lvl 85s at the same time, which makes it all the more amazing of what transpired in this particular episode.

See, on the road to Ironforge, there was not a lot of traffic, but coming down from the city gates, he spotted a pink haired female Gnome, with the armor of a very low level warrior. He rode his mount slowly toward this solitary figure with a smirk of superiority on his face.

“My, my what do we have here, a pretty little gnome, all alone. Move out of my way, girl, I have business in Ironforge, and I don’t have time to waste talking to someone so far down below. I should run you through with my blade, but it will hardly be worth the effort.”

“Well, you certainly have a big mouth, don’t you, Orc. You think you’re so big, what because you’re level 85? I see your hit points, do you see mine?”

“Yeah, I do, level 1 warrior, 115 hp, 0 gear score. Pathetic! But you speak as though you have a chance against me, that’s so insane, it’s laughable! Now get, before I put you in your grave and camp your corpse until you quit.”

“You’re delusional, you think because I only have 115 hit points that I’m not tough. You think because I have a 0 gear score that I have no way of competing against you? Well bring it on, big man, because this level 1 is going to beat your ass!” 

“You’re the one that’s delusional, how could a level 85 possibly lose to a level 1, it’s never happened, that’d be like Mike Tyson losing a fight to a 6 year old kid!”

“So are we gonna talk or are we gonna fight? Don’t tell me a big, old Death Knight like you are scared of a little old gnome like me.”

“Okay, you asked for it, but because I’m a noble Death Knight, I’ll give you the first shot. But don’t be disappointed if you don’t do any damage little one, my dodge rating is 75%.”

“Darn, I guess I won’t be able to hit you with this then.”

The little Gnome, who went by the name of Mingynas, pulled out a little club, one you get very early in the game. This caused the Death Knight to break out in hysterical laughter.

“That!?!? You’re going to use a level 1 club to beat me? You have got to be the craziest person I’ve ever met in this game! How do you expect that to combat this?”

Merkchops pulls out a giant, jewel encrusted two hand sword that had the enchantment of razor ice on it. He started doing swings and twirls with it, to show off his expertise with it. Mingynas, of course, was nonplussed by Merkchops demonstration. She knew what power she could wield with the little club she had in her hand, and would only be too happy to show this arrogant orc. Merkchops just put his hands out to his sides, giving Mingynas an open show at him, which she took, swinging the club hard into his stomach. The breath was blown out of his mouth, his tiny eyes as wide as anyone had ever seen them as he felt something his stomach collapse in agony. Immediately he knew what must have happened, when he had his eyes closed, someone of a higher level must have snuck up on him and hit him, after all, no level 1 could’ve possibly caused any damage to a level 85, right? But his wide eyes looked around, and the only thing he could see for hundreds of feet was Mingynas’ smirking face.

“Did that hurt, you big oaf? Oh, look at your hp now, you’re down to 66,430, I brought you down 2020 points with one shot, and I wasn’t even using a special attack, that was just a basic strike with 20% of my attack power. But you felt it, didn’t you?” 

“I know what you are now, you’re a twink aren’t you, you’re so confident because you beat a couple of people 20 levels higher than you with your enhanced gear, so you think you can take someone like me down. Well guess what? You won’t beat me, for all your gear and your stats, you’re still not up to my power level.”

“A twink? Oh no, no, no, I’m not a twink, see, a twink would have all expensive gear and weapons left to them, as you can see, I’m starting out with the basic gear and weapons of a warrior. What I am, is simply superior, I have maxed out every stat in this game, you say that you’re a tank, that you could take on a dungeon mostly by yourself? Let me tell you a little something I’ve done, you know the twilight highlands? I cleared it out by myself, using no weapon other than my bare hands. You think you’re tough, did you single-handedly take on  25 level 83-85 enemies at the same time, survive each and every one of their blows, and then take them out one at a time like they weren’t even resisting you?”

“No! That’s impossible, no level 85 anything could possibly do that. And you’re trying to tell me that a mere level one could do that? You’re making this stuff up. Quit messing with me and leave, or I’ll show you a thing or two.”

“Why don’t you then? Attack me, I dare you! And don’t hold back, hit me with something special, because it’ll be your only shot at trying to hurt me. Come on, if you‘re as strong as you say, and I‘m as weak as you say, then you should one shot me like I‘m a deer or bunny. What‘re you waiting for? Scared… of a tiny little 2‘9 50 pound gnome? Big orc, you are!”

Obviously this little gnome was confident that she could handle him, but of course Merkchops was hearing all this talk and moment by moment he grew more and more enraged until finally he could hold back no longer and hit Mingynas with a blood strike. His eyes grew wide with shock as he noticed that the attack had little or no effect and saw that his nemesis’ hp was at 114, his attack, which had been so effective against so many top level opponents, bringing hits of over 2500 hp on level 85s took only 1 hp off this level 1 gnome!  He got so frustrated that he lashed out again, but Mingynas stepped aside, easily dodging the strike, she did so for the next 30 seconds, easily moving out of the way for powerful blow after powerful blow. Merkchops decided to use death and decay, but somehow Mingynas was immune to it’s damage!

“No! This can’t be possible! Hold still damn it! You’re so fast, how the hell did you get so fast! And you’re so tough, how did the one thing that I landed, that should’ve killed you in one shot, take only one hit point off? I’ve beaten tons of enemies in one shot with that thing, and you looked like you hardly felt it! What the heck is going on here? Are we in some alternate universe? Where level 1 is the most powerful level?”

“Nope, this is still our universe, and a level 85 is usually the most powerful level you can attain, and I’m talking about you, not me, because I don’t have to gain any levels, at 1, I am more powerful than anything in this game, if a level 1 was allowed to go into the more advanced dungeons, I could take on the most powerful bosses in this game all by myself. Do you want to know why? Do you want to know the secret of my power?”

“Yes! Absolutely, please, tell me, show me how you got so tough, fast, strong. Is it some abnormality, an anomaly?”

“In a manner of speaking, yes, when I was born, for some reason, my muscles were far bigger, and denser than any Gnome that was ever born before. I already had a six pack of abs when I came out of my mother’s womb. I was also uncommonly strong, and intelligent, I could walk at 5 months old, talk at 9 months old, and I killed my first level 1 Orc at 5 years old. At 5, I was 2’1 and weighed 25 pounds of muscle. I didn’t even have a weapon, I broke his neck with my superstrong fingers. I don’t need this weapon, Orc, not to beat you, not to beat anyone, I just carry it around for fun. Maybe it’s to lull people like you into a false sense of security. But you want to know how I can do the things I do? Why don’t I show you.”

Mingynas started taking off parts of her outfit, her cape, her shoulder pads, her tunic, her leggings until she was standing in front of Merkchops in nothing but a 2 piece bikini. Mingynas’ body was unlike anything Merkchops had ever seen, and he had seen his fair share of buff female Orcs and Trolls, but Mingynas had muscles that were huge for her frame, her traps reached halfway up her neck, cresting below her ears by only about an inch and a half. Her shoulders were at least 3 feet across, 3 inches wider than she was tall! She didn’t need shoulder pads, her shoulders looked harder than steel! Mingynas flexed a double biceps pose in front of Merkchops that made his mouth open even wider than it was. Her biceps were the size of a melon, which on her tiny frame looked absolutely enormous! He could see why his shot to the stomach had no effect on her, her proclamation of being born with a six pack was probably not facetious, as her abs bristled with 10 separate chunks of muscle that look like they could’ve deflected cannon fire with ease!

“I know what you’re thinking, I can see it in your eyes, and believe me, I’ve tried it, and they can. In fact, they can deflect pretty much every weapon available in Azeroth. From the most powerful mace to the most powerful gun, everything has had the same results, a flattened weapon and my abdominals in a-ok shape. See, when I was born, my father thought I‘d be a great find for the Alliance, that with the right training, who knew, maybe one day I‘d be the greatest warrior that ever existed in the Alliance, greater than King Magni Bronzebeard, greater than Andruin Wynn. From the time I was able to walk, we worked on strength drills, toughening drills, quickening drills, dodging drills, so when I stepped foot on the combat fields when I was old enough, I could do what I did to you, what I did to the heathens in the Twilight Highlands, defeat you utterly and convincingly.”

“Well, you haven’t defeated me yet, Gnome! Sure you may have all these big muscles, but there is still a vulnerable part of you, your head is uncovered, which is unwise, if I can slice it from off your muscular neck, then this whole discussion is for naught.”

“Well, I usually don’t offer a second chance, but for you, I’ll make an exception, you deserve to be humiliated a little bit more, so come on, use your mighty sword, take my head from off my shoulders, if you have the power. But if you can’t do it, guess what? I’m going to end this my way.”

Mingynas stood with her hands on her hips, stretching her head and neck as high as they would reach above her muscular shoulders and trap muscles. She nodded to Merkchops to do it. He didn’t need to be asked twice and took a mighty horizontal swing aimed right at the middle of her neck. The mighty 2 handed sword made contact with something that was much harder than it was designed to slash through and it’s momentum was immediately stopped. Merkchops drew the sword back with wide eyes, his hands shaking with the vibrations looking back from the blunted blade of the sword and the unscathed flesh of Mingynas’ neck. Mingynas stuck out her finger and thumb and clutched the tip of the vibrating sword with them, which caused it to stop shaking, but the vibrations continued out the end of the sword and Merkchops himself began shaking like he was in the middle of an Earthquake. Then Mingynas yanked the whole thing out of his hand, finding little resistance because of his shock.

“What…what are you doing? My sword, you know what I went through to get that?”

“Oh, don’t worry about it, because, as of right now, you don’t need it. You’re the one that’s going to quit, Orc, you threatened me with beating me so bad that I’d quit? Oh no, you’re the one that’s going to be quitting, little man. But first, I want you to go back to that little raid group you were going to take to try and conquer Ironforge, and I want you to tell them that Ironforge and all Alliance territories are under the protection of Mingynas the Invincible. Tell them if they don’t want to incur my wrath, they should stay in Horde territory, and if I get even a little hint that there’s a huge mega raid to try and stop me, I’ll go to wherever you all are meeting and take you all down all by myself. If you don’t think I can do it, watch this!”

She took Merkchop’s sword, which was made of the hardest metal known in Azeroth, quintuple layered and known for it’s toughness and near invulnerability and she proceeded to bend it in half without any noticeable effort on her part! Merkchops fell to his knees, his hands over his ears as the deafening shriek of metal tore through his senses as his trusty sword was rendered useless by the hands of a gnome, a gnome whose muscles had become 3 times more striated and veiny from the exertion on the sword.

“No way! How can you do that?!?! That sword weighed 270 pounds, it took all my strength to wield it, it was made of obsidian and titanium, the hardest materials in Azeroth! You’d have to have the strength of thousands to do that, maybe hundreds of thousands!”

“Which is why it would be unwise for a force, no matter how big, to make an attempt on Ironforge, tell them, tell your horde mates that, then again, maybe you shouldn’t, after all, it’s been so long since I’ve had some good entertainment around here. You know what, tell them that everything is okay, and if they ask about your trusty sword, tell them that you found a better weapon, a less elegant weapon, but if it was wielded by the right person, it can be very effective.”

“What weapon should I replace it with, then?”

“Why mine of course! Like I said, I don’t need it, I can defeat any force with my bare hands, and if I need a rock or tree, I can rip them out of the ground. Here have my club, and go, go back to your horde teammates and tell them that everything is completely fine.”

“Yes, alright, I bow to your strength, and I will do as you ask. I apologize for what I said to you earlier, I deserved to get my ass kicked. You taught me a lesson, little one, I will never underestimate a lower level again.”

“That’s great, what is your name?”

“Merkchops, what’s yours?” 

“Mingynas, well Merkchops, it was a pleasure to meet you, and a great pleasure to show you the error of your ways. You know, for an Orc, you’re not half bad looking, if you decide to join the Alliance, maybe we can hook up.”

“Re…really? You’re not joking?”

“Yeah, I mean it, you’re in great shape, I like my men with muscles, even if they’re weaker than me, no one has bigger muscles in this game than an Orc. So the offers out there. But first, you must go back to your horde mates and help me humiliate them, if you do that, I’m all yours!”

“Oh Boy! You know I’ll do just that, I’ll be back in a couple minutes, they’re meeting up not far from here, in the Wetlands, we all got winged mounts, so the flight there and back shouldn’t take too long.”

Mingynas blew a kiss to Merkchops and waved bye to him as he went. The resulting war between 40 Horde members of every class, going from level 82 to level 85 against the one level 1 Gnome Warrior was as one-sided a fight as ever witnessed in the annuls of Azeroth. Mingynas was as good as her word, as she took several horde at the same time, then picked up a tree and cleared out a dozen more, sending them miles and miles away, she picked up a huge beach ball sized rock that weighed 4 tons and bowled over 10 more. They never got past her, as before they came she set up a wall of rocks in front of the entrance to Ironforge, which only she, with her overwhelming strength, could possibly put up or tear down. Her power was incredible, beating several level 85s with only one shot, while not a single one resisted for more than 3 shots from any attack she launched on them. Within 5 minutes, it was all over, bodies of horde warriors strewn all over the ground with Mingynas standing tall (relatively) above them.

When the fight was over Merkchops came out of his hiding spot, his mouth open at the destruction Mingynas had created, he was spell bound by the view of her muscles, bigger than he’s ever seen them as they pulsed with each breath she took. She reached for him quickly, and he thought she was going to attack him, but she pulled him down into a dip and kissed him full on the lips. He was held in her arms quite easily, for minute after minute of the passionate kissing, when she let him up for air, he was absolutely madly in love with her. He knew he loved muscles, and strength was one of his absolute favorite fetishes, with lift and carry being an offshoot of that. Well, very few orc women had the strength to lift him for very long, so in Mingynas, he met his dream woman.

And they lived happily ever after.

[Jeremy Lightning]

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That's one of mine, I'll post it...

Here's a story that involves me going into another Dimension where I can control what goes on.

Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction, if you can't handle some of the
acts that occur within, such as young and mature females with extra large
muscles using those muscles to please grown men, whether it means having sex
with them, flexing for them, or performing impossible strength feats for them,
please do not read this story. This story is meant to be complete fantasy and
should not be misconstrued as anything connected with reality, nothing in this
story is real, none of the events could not and never will happen, if you
don't like what is contained in this story, get over it. Do not complain to me
about the content, you have been warned.

My Kind of Dimension
By Jeremy Wilson
iceshanty62@hotmail.com
I step into an alternate dimension suited to my tastes


Prologue: The bright blue light could be seen from only hundreds of yards
away, but it was so bright that it could have blinded anyone within a 50 yard
radius. There was an eerie power radiating from its center, as the 8 foot
wide, 6feet tall barrier glowed in its own eerily beautiful way. It was in an
isolated part of the country, which just about no one went to or came out of.
No one, but me. I was to learn that this doorway to another dimension only
opens for 5 minutes every 500 years, and I was the man lucky enough to be
there when it opened that day. You are about to go on that journey with me, a
journey to an alternate dimension, a dimension where it seems I have the
ultimate power to transform anyone into whatever I wish them to be, and there
are no rules or limitations, come join me, won't you?

Chapter I My Kind Of Dimension

Its real cool living out in the country, no one to bother you, not really all
the worries of the modern world to intrude on your doorstep. Plus, sometimes
stuff happens out here that would probably never happen in the big city. Like
today, as I was driving home from the city with my groceries, the only thing
that I can't get out where I lived. The day started normally, the alarm clock
woke me up a little late, but I didn't think anything of it and did my chores
around the farm. Then I went out to town to get what I needed, nothing out of
the ordinary there, then when I started back something caught my attention,
dark clouds were forming, not huge clouds over the whole city, but dark gray,
almost black clouds that had formed about 3 miles away, 2 miles north of my
house. There was lightning, but it wasn't the color of normal lightning, it
was actually dark purple, it made me slow but not stop, I knew I had to get
home to hold down the farm for the storm. Going 45 miles an hour down a 35
limit road, I could see that I was making good time, I was looking around
trying to see if there were any signs of a storm coming on other than the
clouds. This couldn't have been an isolated storm just around this one part of
the county, could it? Well, all that looking around prevented me from seeing
that the cloud was right over me now and also that the lightning was getting
closer and closer. Just then a bolt of lightning struck the road, about 40
feet in front of me, I was moving to fast, I couldn't swerve, I couldn't
really stop, and the last thing I saw before everything went black was a
blue-white light and a lot of electric shocks going all over the car.

I awoke, seven hours later according to my watch, in my car, and everything
seemed to be normal, except that the skies were blue and perfectly clear, no
clouds or lightning could be seen. But it was the same area that I had been
in, there were trees, trees, and more trees around me and a black top road
leading down to my farm, so I continued that way. When I reached my farm and
house I was amazed to see a Ford Lincoln Town car, a car that no one I knew
owned or could afford. Then I saw someone that looked facially very much like
me, except he had jet black hair, slicked back and a jet black goatee. Could
that be a cousin or a long lost uncle, no I would have known if I had a rich
relative, but he looked like he lived there, in my house! What's going on, who
was this, am I going crazy? It reminded me of that Star Trek episode, where
Kirk, Spock, and others are transported into an alternate dimension, Oh my
God, is that what this is, is that me in an alternate universe? It must have
been that weird lightning storm, that's what shifted me to this dimension.
Wow, I can't believe my luck. Just then a little movement caught my eye and
shifted my attention back to the farm, a girl was coming out of the door. She
couldn't have been more than 12 years old, really short at 4'10 and was thin
but curvy, she had blond hair and a freckled face that showed her youth and
cuteness. But she looked mature also, showing confidence and grace as she
walked up to my alternate universe counterpart. She started wiggling her hips
sexually, as though she was looking for some action, which I wanted to give
her, but I think my counterpart of this dimension already had. Oh man, she's
can't be more than 13 how could she and he be doing that stuff, well I found
out, not only is she horny, but she takes what she wants, as she basically
attacked my counterpart and started mugging him with affection, she was very
strong for her size, must be a gymnast, I thought. I then saw that my
counterparts feet were not on the ground anymore, I looked closer to find that
this little girl 4'10 and 85 pounds of her was lifting her lover, who was at
least a foot taller and 150 pounds heavier than her, but was close to
weightless in her hands. Then I thought, hey wait a second, I though about how
she must be very strong for a girl her age, and then she is suddenly
performing an awesome feat of strength, did I do that!?! Hmmm, then I thought
about her growing so muscular that her clothes would be close to bursting off
her body. I transferred that thought over to her and suddenly there was a
creak, like a car being lowered to the ground on a chain. I looked ahead and
noticed that the young girls shoulders were growing wider and wider by the
second! Then her breasts started growing outward, being held up by some big
pectoral muscles. Her biceps were straining the sleeves of her long-sleeved
shirt, almost ripping the seems of the overmatched satin. I did it, I can
control things here.

My God, I could be a king, I could be a ruler, but no, I am not greedy, I just
want a woman to call my own. You see unlike my counterpart, I am not
physically fit, I have always been obese, 320 pounds at a height of 5'10 and
have never been confident or self-assured in the ladies department. I have had
only one steady girlfriend, but she was not what you would call pretty, I
stayed with her for 3 years, because no one else would take me. Now, here, I
have the power to change that. Not only that, I can do what I have always
dreamt about, muscular and strong girls have been a major turn for me ever
since I can remember, and from what I have seen, I have the power to change
women in any way I have see fit, and I plan to use that power a lot. But first
I decided to see if I could change myself, I have always found myself to be
ugly, I had a 50 inch waist, man breasts, and a mediocre looking face. So
first I decided to lower my waist to 34 inches, and wow, the fat just
disappeared, my pants were awfully loose, I am going to have to change that
too. I then made sure that my pecs were nothing but bone, flesh and muscle,
because to this point they had only been fat. I transformed the rest of my
body into muscle as well, not huge muscle, but middle weight boxer type
muscle, a little ripped and not to big, but impressive to a normal guy. Now,
instead of the 5'10 320 pound blob of fat, I was a 6 foot 195 pound hunk of
muscle. I said to myself, "wow, wait til the ladies get a load of me, I can
have any woman I want now!" Then I also changed my clothes, to the hottest
fashions that were available in the dimension, then I went to town, ready to
unleash some changes on the world.

I rode into town, now in a vintage black Dodge Charger, which I created on the
way here, by transforming my old crappy Chrysler LeBaron, which was two years
too old. God, I love these powers, I thought to myself, and now one last thing
to change. Nothing important, but I always wanted to know what it would be
like to have a big penis, so I gave myself a 10 incher, instead of my usual 6
incher. Now, with that taken care of I can start with the women of town, I
would concentrate on mostly older women with beautiful faces, and girls in
their upper teens, who look facially beautiful, but need better bodies. But
one thing I wanted to make sure that all the women that I would enhance would
be 5'2 or shorter. I have always had this fetish for shorter women who would
be strong enough to pick me up and carry me around like a baby. So of course,
the other part of what I was going to do was make the women I found the most
attractive, I would give them superhuman power, and of course the most
beautiful of these would also get huge muscles, and a select few of those
women would get to be in my muscle woman harem. I parked my car in a grocery
store parking lot, making sure that it wouldn't get stolen I put a security
alarm on it and a boot, which of course I could get rid of with just a
thought, man, I love this power I've been given, it makes me feel all tingly.

I figured walking around would be the best way to find the women I really
wanted, especially when judging height and looks, so I went out to find my
future muscle wives. I looked around and saw a promising beginning, a 18 year
old girl that was about 5'4", but she had a boyfriend, so I decided to leave
her be, but I did give her twenty percent more strength than her boyfriend,
just in case he gets rough with her. No muscle, I want him to be totally
unaware of her power until she needs to use it. Oooo, here comes a pair of 15
year olds, then I thought, no too young, I am not going to go below 18 with
any girls, I know I have power to make the rules here, but even I have
standards when it comes to that. Then I spotted this nice looking 69 year old
grandma, and thought, she could use a little muscle and strength, I am not
going to fall in love with her, but she deserves a little something, so I
enhanced her, making her as strong as she was when she was 30 years old. Wow,
she looks great now, at least 15 years younger and much more fit than any 69
year old has a right to look. Ok, I have had enough fun with this, now to find
the women that I want to fulfill my fantasies, now for the real fun to begin.
I went to a strip club first, knowing that my look could attract even the most
strident of dancers who were lesbians, I was handsome, had good style and had
a nice muscular body. The first dancer I saw on stage looked fit enough, with
a flat stomach and virtually no fat on her body, not ripped, but just muscular
enough to be strong and feminine, like a gymnast or a ballerina. I couldn't
tell her height, but she looked to be a little taller than I liked, so I
singled her that I was interested and she nodded and singled that I could meet
her in the back booth. Whoa, the old me couldn't even get a beautiful girl
like that to notice me before, these powers kick ass! So here I am in the back
of the bar with a beautiful 21 year old girl, I stood up and she was in high
heeled shoes, which made her eyes level with my chin, I am 6' and she had 4
inch heels, which probably put her at 5'4, not too bad, still smaller than me
by a lot, but not as much as I preferred. So we talked for a little while and
she was telling me what she wanted to do with her life, she wanted to go into
fitness contests, but because she didn't have the money for equipment or a gym
membership, she had to strip as a means to get by. I felt sorry for her at
that point, I knew she wasn't the kind I would want to take advantage of, she
was just too innocent and cute. I did want to help her though, so I gave her a
gym membership card that I produced out of thin air, I told her to go and use
the gym as much as she wanted, and she would keep getting stronger and she
would be able to live her dream. Okay, I didn't really add a girl to my harem,
but I did a good thing, so I was feeling good about myself.

Now on to some more fun, I left the strip bar with my head held up high, I
never knew how it felt to help people at this level before, I am really a good
guy. So I started walking down to the Mickey D's in town to see if I could
pick up a girl there, I am sure there were a few there back in my dimension
that caught my eye, I wonder if they would be working here in the alternate
dimension. So I entered the side door and my eyes immediately came upon a girl
that I had always liked seeing here, a girl that was two years behind me in
high school and even though I was older, I admit I had a thing for her. So now
here was my time, now I had a chance to ask her out and find if she had what I
liked in a woman, if she had, I think she would be the first of my muscle
harem. She was definitely as beautiful as I remember in my home dimension, and
was definitely the same height, which really attracted me to her in the first
place, only 4'11, she barely came up to the bottom of my neck, and she looked
really athletic, as she was a cheerleader and gymnast. I have been looking at
her for a long time, so I swallowed the butterflys in my throat and approached
her. "Lexie, Lexie Johnson, I don't know if you remember me, I was two years
ahead of you in high school, my name is Jeremy Wilson. (Please note that I
look a little different in this dimension, not as heavy as in my home
dimension, and she knew my counterpart, who is much healthier, so she didn't
instantly recognize me, but she still accepted my word as the truth, which it
was to a certain degree)"Anyway, I have always thought you were very pretty,
and well, would you go out with me, to catch up on old times?" I tried my
hardest not to influence her mind with my powers, I wanted her to like me for
me first before I let her know what I was really like. She said "Sure, Jeremy,
we can have coffee tonight at 8PM, how's the main street cafe in Manitowoc?" I
immediately agreed, the butterflies rising again in my stomach, ok now, how to
break my powers to her, I wish I was a much more articulate speaker, without
being to high strung and obnoxius. Then something happened in my mind and I
started talking like a college professor "Why yes that would be terrific
Lexie, can't wait to see you there, I will be there with bells on, thank you."

So we met up, she was wearing a nice dress, black with white flowers,
short-sleeved, with a plunging neck-line, wow, she was even more beautiful
than usual, if she wanted in on my muscle harem idea, I would be in heaven.
5'1 in 3 inch heels, less than 100 pounds of thin, lean muscle, I couldn't
have asked for a more perfect candidate for this transformation. But first I
had to convince her, I hope I am right about my feelings about her, and I hope
she would hear my whole proposal and not just walk after I mention my powers
to her. Okay here goes, I walk up to her, take her hand in mine and look deep
into her eyes, trying to find any recess of her mind that might have contained
muscle fantasies for herself. I found a faint memory of her working out in
high school, trying to get stronger for cheerleading, but never being strong
enough to lift more than 80 pounds on the bench press. She looked frustrated
that she couldn't get stronger and more muscular. There it was, there was the
memory of her past that I could use to make her become what I always wanted to
see her be, a super muscular, unbelievably strong young woman. She said
"Jeremy? You alright, you just froze for about 15 seconds?" I laughed and said
"Yes, I am alright Lexie, I just got lost in your deep blue eyes." She said
"Oh, thats so sweet, but no one calls me Lexie anymore, most of my friends
call me Alex, my full name is Alexandra, but I didn't want to be thought of as
a nerd with a freaky name, so I just started calling myself Lexie, and
everyone did the same after a while." I said "Okay, Alex, I guess that
shouldn't be to hard for me, I just love your full name, Alexandra sounds
regal and noble." We sat down in a corner booth and ordered some food,
Alexandra ordered a chicken caesar salad and I ordered Surf and Turf. When we
were finished eating we started to talk, me talking about what I have done
since high school, her talking about her own career after high school, I never
once mentioned my powers, but I wanted to get around to it soon.

So I started, "I remember the first time I saw you, in the high school gym,
you were trying to bench about 80 pounds, but it was really hard for you." I
continued "From that first time, I was fascinated with you, mostly because I
have always fantasized about getting together with a woman who lifts weights
and gets really strong." She said "Well unfortunately, I never really got
above that 80 bench press, I have always wanted to be more muscular and
stronger too, but my genetics just aren't right for it." She looked sad, I
couldn't stand to see that so I told her, "You know, I can help you with that,
I have a special supplement back at my place that can build muscle and
strength in anyone, I used it for a while and I will show you the results
later, I think you'll like it." Well that was the set-up, actually we didn't
need any supplements, I could just wish her body to get stronger and more
muscular every time she lifted, but I wouldn't tell her that, not now that I
had the perfect story to hook her. I will tell her eventually, but now it was
her time to decide. "Well, okay, I accept, I don't know how well it would work
on me, I mean I only weigh 95 pounds now, and at only 4'10 my body can't hold
a heck of a lot of muscle." I assured her, "Listen, the supplement strengthens
bones and helps form the muscles so that you can make them look however you
want them to. I, of course, will help you with your workouts, and with the
supplements, don't worry, everything is very safe, what do you think Alex?"
She smiled and said "Of course, I would love to try to build my muscles, and
if its safe what would the problem be, my only question is why do you want to
do this for me?" I smiled and said "Well I know how much you want to build
your strength and muscles, and like I said muscular women have always been
fascinating for me, unfortunately I have not had the opportunity to be close
to any of them, but with you I feel together we can accomplish your dreams and
mine at the same time." So Alexandra said "Okay, let's set up a time to meet
tomorrow at the gym and we can help each of us become our fantasies, Jeremy."
Alex said while smiling wide, showing off her sparkling white teeth. Wow she
is even more perfect for me then anyone I have ever met. Well we set up the
time at 1PM and I told her to bring both sweats and spandex work out clothes
for her session tomorrow. "Tomorrow will be the best day you have ever
experienced and I hope it will be mine, if you know what I mean." I chuckled
to myself after we said good bye, yes tomorrow will change everything.

So we went to the gym in Manitowoc, there was one about 14 miles from where I
was living now, in about the only high scale hotel in Two Rivers, my hometown.
I of course don't have to pay, as I have used my powers to make the staff
believe I was paying, without actually paying, what can I say, just because I
am a good guy, that doesn't mean I have to do everything in a good way. So, I
am wearing my neon green workout shorts, with a gold tang top, not only
because I am a huge packer fan, but these were the only clothes that I could
get in such a short period of time, so I picked out my two favorite colors. I
knew they looked goofy, so when I entered the gym I clouded the thoughts of
all the people working out there so that they wouldn't notice my weird taste
in clothes. I got there twenty minutes early to set up the appointment with
the guys in there, so I had complete control of the gym from1-3. I want to
have complete privacy as me and Alex pump each other up, so no man can see the
strength and beauty that she will become. Not that I really have to worry, I
could make myself bigger and stronger than all of them put together, but
again, I don't want to make a spectacle at the gym. Alex got there about a
minute early and even though she was wearing a baggy gray sweatsuit, she was
just about the most gorgeous thing I could remember. She smiled at me and said
"Ready to get pumped, big guy." I smiled and said "I'm ready if you're ready,
and you definitely look ready." She smiled again and asked "So where is this
magic supplement that you think can grow me muscle." So I took a water bottle
and told her "Here it is, its already mixed so you can just drink it down and
we can get started." While she was drinking, I was changing her body
internally, slightly so she wouldn't be able to feel it or notice it right
away. She gulped the whole thing and let out a shuddering breath, she said
with a look of suprise "Wow, I can't believe I drank the whole thing, it was
delicious, and I feel energized already." Well all that was in the shake was
cappacino mixed with a slim fast type drink. The real power I had already
given her, the power to gain unlimited strength by lifting heavier and heavier
weights, she will also gain muscle easier, but won't become as huge as a male
bodybuilder, more like the hugest of female bodybuilders, such as my favorites
Paula Suzuki and Tina Lockwood.

To be really honest, I wanted to keep her the same height, although I probably
could have changed that, but the one thing that fascinated me the most about
her was that she was trying to get stronger and more muscular at such a short
height of 4'10, that is the one thing that attracted me since the first time I
saw her. So I changed her muscle and bone structures enough so she could carry
the muscle on her body, and then after I changed her metabolism so that most
of the food she ate would be turned directly into muscle, instead of fat.
Also, I made her arms and leg bones a little thicker, so she wouldn't have
trouble walking around with so much muscle weight hanging off of her. Now
everything is in her ball court. So we moved to the bench, which was stacked
with 50 pounds, plus the bar, a total of 95 pounds, which is 15 pounds her
max, and just over 5 pounds less than she weighed. She said "Jeremy I can't do
this, there is 95 pounds on there, how can I start off with something that I
have never even come close to benching before." I told her "Don't worry, I
will be spotting you the whole way, remember, the only real failure is to
never have tried in the first place, and don't forget that you just had the
best supplements available, with that nothing bad can happen, okay?" She
slowly nodded her head, somewhat unsure, but still willing to try. She
stretched her arms as far as they would go and asked me for a liftoff, because
her short arms couldn't get the bar all the way off of the rack, I helped her
get it off and she took control of it, arms straight, but shaking slightly.
She lowered it slowly, not wanting to lose control of the heavy(to her) weight
and when it touched her almost non-existent chest, she started to lift it,
shaking a little but pushed it a little higher every second, until finally she
had lifted it straight up again. She had her eyes closed the entire time, with
a look of stern determination on her face, but after she completed the lift,
she had a huge smile on her face and said "Wow, I don't believe I benched 15
pounds over my max, on my first lift, unreal." I told her "Believe me, when we
are done today, 95 pounds will feel like an ounce to you, my dear." She looked
at me shocked that I called her dear, but then quickly blushed and nodded her
head like a shy schoolgirl.

We progressed from there, me spotting her and helping her lift the weights,
her growing stronger and stronger each time she tried it. As she tried harder
and harder, the stronger she got, first doing it for 1 rep at 95, then 3, then
7, then 10, going up and up until finally she was able to do 30 reps with 95
pounds. "Wow, all this in under half an hour, I feel 10 times stronger than I
was when we started, and I feel stiff in my limbs, but its a good feeling." So
I asked "Wanna try more weight on here, that last set was much too easy for
you." She nodded and I loaded the bar to 150 pounds, knowing that her body
could now process the muscle faster and faster, this should be no problem for
her. She got down, not even caring that this weight is fifty pounds more than
what she weighed, she didn't even need me to take the bar of the rack any more
and started benching it, slowly but smoothly. She did 12 reps on her first
set, trying harder and breathing deeper on her last three. "Oooo, it burns
Jeremy, it almost hurts to breathe." I said "Don't worry Alex, its just your
body is growing stronger and building muscle as you relax between sets, you
should be able to bench this weight more easily in the second set and as you
bench more and more the feeling will not be as intense, its like sex, the
first time always hurts, and then all you feel is pleasure, trust me on this."
I told her to stretch out some more and when she feels comfortable again. She
didn't notice while she was stretching, but I put the weight up to 175,
because at this point I don't think she would feel the difference, she is
getting steadily stronger and she wouldn't recognize one weight from another
at this point. So she got down, not even knowing I had switched the weight and
started benching again, with 75 pounds more than she weighed, and this time
she proceeded to press it for 20 reps, making it look quite easy.

"Now, how do you feel, Alex, how do your muscles feel right now?" I asked,
with a touch of concern, but also with a bit of cockiness, because I knew she
should be feeling great. "I feel all tingly and light, its an awesome feeling,
I can't believe the sensations that are going through my body." I smiled and
said "Okay then, you want to multiply and magnify these feelings? Well the
only way is to put more weight on the bar, believe me, you are only starting
on your muscle journey." It was at this time that I actually looked closely at
her body and saw that her sweatshirt and pants were not as baggy and bulky as
they were 45 minutes ago, obviously she had grown some pretty big muscles in
that time, my smile got even wider. She agreed and I proceeded to load the bar
until it weighed 225 pounds, 2 and a quarter times what she weighed. I had a
feeling she might have a little trouble with this weight, but I wanted to see
her do it, mostly because if she was able to do this weight, then most likely
she could press me over her head, because I weighed only 195 pounds at this
time. She stretched a bit, pulling the gray sweatshirt a little tighter around
her now muscled frame, and then got down again, and without prompting or help
from me, took the 225 pounds off of the rack with ease. She slowly benched it,
using perfect form, but not using all of her power yet, I could tell she could
have benched much more at this point, and that fact alone made me very, very
excited. She proceeded to do this incredible weight for 30 reps, which is
incredible considering that she weighed just less than 100 pounds when we
started. Only 45 minutes into our workout and her max went from 95 pounds for
one rep and now she could do 130 pound more than that for 30 reps with the
ease of lifting a stuffed animal. Sitting up, it appeared that her sweatshirt
was ready to tear at the seams in the arms and chest, you could see that the
muscles in her upper body were striated and vascular because the shirt was
almost transparent because of its tightness. Oh, man, not even in my wildest
dreams have I ever thought that I would see anything like this, and if I am
right, there will be no limits to how strong see will be, and I don't know
what the limits of her muscle growth would be, but it won't matter, because
she is already my fantasy come to life.

"Can't we put some real weight up on here, the last couple of sets weren't
challenging at all." She said with a confident smirk on her face. "I thought
you would never ask, now this might be a big jump, but I think you can handle
it, you could have benched that 225 pounds all day and night if you wanted
to." I told Alex, as I loaded the bar up to 495 pounds, which is unreal
considering that only one known woman has even come close to benching 500
pounds, and that woman was 5'7 and close to 200 pounds, not 4'10 and 100
pounds. Now I knew her sweats wouldn't hold up if she had a little bit of
trouble with this weight, her muscles would burst through it like a finger
through a tissue. Well, Alex got down, not even appearing the least bit
worried at the size and weight of all the plates on the bar, almost five times
her body weight. She put her hands on the bar and nodded up to me,
acknowledging that she might need a spot on this one. I nodded back and with
that the heavy bar rose off of the rack, it looked easy enough at that point,
and lowered it slowly down to her chest. She breathed in and out a couple
times and then lifted the bar straight up, as though it wasn't that hard, she
smiled and lowered the bar again, amazed at the ease in which she was handling
about 5 times what she weighed. Just then I noticed a tear at the top of her
sweatshirt, and it was getting larger after every rep, finally on her 20th
repitition, her shirt gave out and ripped totally, exposing her incredible
body.

My eyes nearly fell out of my skull as I looked down, staring into the
biggest, veiniest and most striated chest that could possibly exist on a
human. It was at that point she stopped and held her arms across her chest,
embarrassed at the sudden turn of events. I couldn't have been happier though,
as the way she crossed her arms puffed her biceps out to a huge degree,
letting me see a huge vein on top of the peak and also showed some nice well
defined horseshoe shaped triceps. The thing that amazed me was that she looked
as big as any heavyweight Ms. Olympia contender, even those woman a foot
taller and 80 pounds heavier than her. Her biceps had to be 18 inches, and her
chest was at least 50 inches if it was a centimeter. Her neck had also
thickened some at the time, but not enough to appear unfeminine. She then got
over he shock and embarrasment and proceeded to get down on the bench again,
now she was totally addicted to building bigger and stronger muscles, and I
have to say, that I wanted it for her as much as she wanted it for herself. So
I just stood there, because I knew she was much too strong and hard with
muscle to worry about getting crushed under the really heavy weight. With an
unbelievable fury in her eyes she started benching, still slow, but with such
a steady pace that she could bench the 495 pounds until she wanted to stop and
she didn't appear to want to stop. Finally she did, after 100 reps, and I am
sure she could have done much more with that weight, she was superhumanly
strong now. She demanded me to fill the bar with as much weight as it could
hold, the whole thing weighed 910 pounds, and I was getting a little scared
here, I didn't know how much she weighed now, with her Olympia sized muscle,
but it couldn't have been more than 125 because her height had remained the
same. Now she was attempting over seven times her bodyweight and with the fire
in her eyes and the muscles pulsing in her body I didn't think that that World
record would stand a chance. She got down quickly, rage making her stronger
still, as she placed her hands on the bar you could see that she was squeezing
as hard as she possibly could, warping the parts of the bar that she was
touching. She lifted the bar of the rests and proceeded to knock off 50 reps
with a weight so massive that the ends of the bars were bending to the floor
with about a 45 degree tilt!

Holy crap in a handbasket, the size of the muscles on her frame now could have
belonged to a middle weight male bodybuilder, and she was ripped to shreds
with veins running all over her massive frame. She sat up and flexed without
hesitation, knowing now that she was the strongest human being on the planet
now and she didn't have to be scared of anything anymore. Hey, I would bet
that she is damn close to being bulletproof, the way her muscles shined with
sweat and the way her 8 pack abs were now exposed, made it appear that she had
armour on her body. Now she looked at me, not with that fire of rage, but a
look of lust and passion, a look that said, I want you right now, and I am
going to take you. As much as I wanted that I knew this was not the place,
even though we were pretty much alone, we didn't have a lot of time before our
private time was up, and if the room was in this shape and they saw her size
and strength, we wouldn't be able to do anything in the future, because she
would be hounded about it day and night. So, I was forced to snap her out of
it, even though I wanted her just as much, I told her "Lexie, honey, we gotta
go, we have to clean up around here before all the regulars come back in, I
know you could take them, with your strength, they wouldn't stand a chance,
but we don't want to cause a big commotion." Now she appeared calmed down, but
her muscles were still throbbing, looking for something to do, I noticed the
bench bar still had her finger imprints so I looked her in the eye and nodded
at the bar. She smiled and nodded back, we started unloading the bar of the
865 pounds that was on it and put the plates away in the appropriate places.
The she took the empty bar off the rests and held her hands as far apart as
she could in a curling position. She started straining, veins pumping blood to
her muscles, pecs and arms becoming bigger with each and very amount of power
she poured into it. The metal started creaking as she bent it in half, it was
now really deformed, but that didn't stop her from bending it again, she was
getting stronger each time and when she was finished, the metal bar was the
size of a kid's lunch box. Her muscles were even more huge at this point,
making a heavyweight male bodybuilder look like a child next to her. Finally
she put the bar between her huge pecs, over 70 inches around and 8 inches deep
and squeezed it so hard it evaporated, leaving no trace of it. We measured her
biceps at 25 inches, totally unreal when considering that this 23 year old
girl was only 4'10 and started out with 10 inch arms. She started out at only
100 pounds even, and now after only 2 hours of heavy lifting weighed 175
pounds of Mr. Olympia sized muscle!

This totally amazed me, she grew from little girl, hardly any muscles at all
to super strong super girl with muscles that rivaled the biggest man in the
whole world. I produced another bar out of thin air, I knew I could have
repaired that last bar easily, but I wanted to see Alex use her strength one
last time, and I wasn't disappointed in the least. Now, though, it was time to
leave, we had our 2 hours of work and fun, and it was time for the regular
lifters to come back from their breaks. Hah, if they only knew what we did in
here, if they only knew what this little girl was capable of, they wouldn't
know what to do. I then created a four X sweat shirt and some totally baggy
sweat pants, because she had grown out of those as well, as you can probably
tell, I am not a leg man, hehehe. She made them look regular on her, as though
she was really fat, but that was just the opposite, her muscles made her so
wide that she had to leave sideways, since her back was wider than the
doorframe. Yes, she was that wide, almost as wide as she was tall. "Ok, you
ready, lets go to my place, we can relieve our tensions there, my love." We
walked out arm and arm, smiling all the way, knowing that my life had changed
forever. Now, all I have to do is find other members for my muscle harem. To
be continued....not!

[Jeremy Lightning]

Guess what, I have another one as well, the Crossing Over:

The Crossing Over - A Story of Feminine Power
By Jeremy Wilson
shaneomacfan2@yahoo.com
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A very special woman crosses from an alternate universe into ours
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*Author's Note: I think I have written most kinds of stories, and looking
back, I think science fiction stories have been my most successful, so here I
go with another science fiction type tale, where the main female character
comes to us from another dimension, where all women are like she is, hugely
muscular, super powerful, and completely sexually uninhibited. This is sort of
my homage to Musclebound's stories, but unlike most of his characters, my
female characters will be very gentle and caring concerning her mortal male
characters, despite the fact that she could be billions of times stronger than
they are. That's one of the things that draw me to his particular stories,
that fact that no feat of strength is beyond their reach, they can do things
that the human imagination has a hard time conceiving, with barely the flick
of their pinky. This story may resemble Future of Woman, also written by yours
truly, but trust me, I am trying my best here to make it a completely
different story, while still trying to infuse the spirit of that story into
this one. Like in all my stories, there will be some haters who have never
liked anything written by me, and some that love every single thing I do, to
the former, I hope that I eventually change your view of me through hard work,
but if not, that's okay, I try to write stories to render my own personal
fantasies, not to render your fantasies, however similar it may be. To the
latter, may I say thanks for staying about so long, through the ups and downs
of my career, and I hope you enjoy this story as well. And for the rest of
you, if you enjoy stories of nearly infinitely strong women, read on, if you
don't, I suggest you find something else to read, for this won't be to your
liking. Some characters are not my property, so I hope the creators of those
characters are not perturbed by my use of them.**

The Arrival of Zendala

The night was dark, the sky a shade of deep blue that hasn't even a name, the
clouds gray, some white and fluffy, but there was a wind in the air that
chilled Michael Stevens to the bone as he walked the highway looking for a car
to hitchhike with, he was trying to get to a phone, he was heading home, but
his car broke down a couple miles back, he has had no contact for the past 7
hours and was exhausted with hardly anything to drink or eat. It may have been
a hallucination, something brought on by his severe fatigue, it could have
been a waking dream, but he saw something incredible. A large, silverish
colored flash could be seen from miles around, if there was anyone other than
him to see it, it was 40 meters away from where he was standing, he shielded
his eyes away from the light, only to find an incredibly large silhouette of
what looked like a person standing where the flash had been just a couple
seconds before. The image looked incredibly wide, though not very tall
compared to his 6'2, on closer inspection, he could see that it was indeed a
woman, though like no woman he had ever seen in all of his life. Coming closer
to her, he noticed that she was quite short, only about 4'10 or so, but
despite his height advantage, he could tell she may have weighed more than his
220 pounds, as she looked more muscular than any male bodybuilder he's ever
seen! It was also clear from her eyes, that she didn't know what was going on,
or where she was, but she immediately saw the man moving towards her and
yelled out, in clear English, "Who are you and Where am I?"

"Well, my name is Michael Stevens, and where you are, I don't really know,
I've been walking in the desert for miles and miles, the last town was at
least 7 miles back, Lake Tahoe, Nevada." Michael found it hard to talk and
even to breath really, as he looked on at the face of the woman he was talking
to, it was almost too beautiful for words, she made the World Class beauty of
Angelina Jolie look like a pig in slop! She had nice, plump limps, shiny blond
hair that went down to her shoulders, piercing dark blue eyes, and a pert,
petite little nose. He quickly broke the spell, "My question, what's your
name, and how did you get here?" She smiled and said, "Well, Michael, you can
call me Zendala, as for how I got here, I don't really know, we were having a
thunderstorm in my home village, and a bolt of lightning hit me and I guess it
must have shifted me into this dimension." Michael's mind could barely wrap
itself around what she just said, she was from another dimension. "Another
dimension, well, what makes your dimension so different from this one?"
Michael asked in a perplexed voice. "Well, in my home village, everyone looks
like me, we're all muscular women, and there are no men, they have been scared
off by our muscle and strength, so you're the first man I have seen in 12 of
our years." With that she suddenly started coming on to Michael, it was
obvious by the look in her eye that she wanted him, but he was a bit taken
aback by her, I mean she was tremendously muscular, and she came from a World
where women are the superior race, so who knows what she could do to him?
Michael said. "Zendala, you are a very beautiful woman, but I don't know, you
are probably too strong for me, I mean I do like my women strong, but if you
are as strong as you look, I'm sure you'd squash me in less than a second!"
Zendala laughed a bit at that, saying "Oh, I'm much, much stronger than I
look, but don't worry, I can be very gentle as well, I can control my
strength, so you have absolutely nothing to worry about there, sweety."

Michael was considering this, he thought a while and said, "Still, I would
like to know just how strong you are, I have read many stories on the internet
involving strong ladies, I don't know how long you're staying in this
dimension, and of course, you are here now, claiming to be very, very strong,
so it would be cool to see exactly what those gigantic muscles can do and I
don't know if I ever will have this chance again." Zendala nodded and said,
"Well, to tell you the truth, I don't really know all of what I'm capable of,
you see we are brought up to be strong from the time we're infants, so I
started off lifting small things, and kept on through, until I reached my
current age of 19, I lifted the equivalent of your weight when I was 2
standard years old, and have just gotten stronger and stronger since then.
But, I would love to see how strong I am in this dimension, perhaps I am even
stronger over here than I was in my home dimension, there's only one way to
find out!" With that she walked over to a fairly big rock, about 3 feet by 1
and a half foot, probably weighed about 180 pounds, she reached down with one
hand, crunching her fingers into it to establish a grip, and with minimal
effort, lifted over her head with that one arm. "This is nothing, I hope you
got some bigger weights around here than this!" With that she threw it up in
the air straight up, and when it came down, she flicked it away with her index
finger, way away, I mean it crossed over the horizon going 1000 miles per hour
or more. She moved over to a much bigger rock, about 5 feet tall, 7 feet long
and three feet across, I'm guessing it must have weighed 3 tons, if it weighed
an ounce, she picked it up with two hands and raised it above her head with
seeming ease! "This is just as easy, look!" She took one of her hands off of
it, and started tossing it back and forth between her hands like a beach ball,
before finally balancing it overhead with one finger! That huge rock was
nothing to her, 6000 pounds being supported first with her index finger, then
with nothing but her pinky finger, and it was just as light for each!

She became board of this after a while, no challenge was had for her, so she
flicked it with her pinky straight up, and it flew higher and higher, out of
sight, really, I'm sure it left Earth's atmosphere, as it didn't come down
anywhere around us! Her power was beyond belief, I mean even that was beyond
my imagining when Michael first asked her to demonstrate some of her power for
him. Of course, she wasn't even close to being done yet, what she had used up
to that point is a very, very small percentage of her overall strength, she
was just running short of objects to test her strength on out here. "Michael,
I want to test my strength more, but there doesn't seem to be anything out
here heavy enough to do that with, is there anything close to here that you
know of?" Michael thought about it for a bit and said, "Well, there's this new
gym in Las Vegas that opened about 2 months ago, called the Mega Power and
Bodybuilding gym, they have strength requirements that members have to reach,
only the strongest 10 percent of Superheroes from around the Universe are
being let in, and only one Woman has qualified so far, Wonder Woman, but I
have no doubts that you might have what it takes to work out there." She
smiled and turned around, nodding for Michael to get on her back, he did and
said, "Las Vegas is 200 miles in that direction", pointing west. She nodded
again and took off, running awesomely fast, everything became a blur for
Michael, he was lucky he was holding on tight, as Zendala was going close to
300 miles per hour, and for her it was a light jog, she was capable of going
much, much faster! Michael just closed his eyes when the velocity was getting
too fast for him, but suddenly we stopped, he opened them after what seemed
like a few seconds to find that they were there!

Michael got down from Zendala's wide back and round, hard butt cheeks and went
to the front door, he tried pulling it open with one hand, but it wouldn't
budge, then with both hands and all his power, he couldn't get the door to
move at all, it must have weighed hundreds of pounds, he couldn't even budge
it an inch. Zendala laughed a bit and said, "What's the matter, honey, is that
door too big and heavy for you, let little old me take care of it for you."
She grasped the door handle with one hand and pulled it open with seeming
ease, ushering Michael into the gym, seemingly not even noticing the doors
weight and bulk on the end of her arm. They were immediately stopped by a huge
guy, he must have been 6'8 and 450 pounds of muscle, who said "Rules state
that in order to enter, you must defeat me in an armwrestling match, just so
you know, I have 25,000 times the strength of a normal man, do you accept this
match?" He was looking at Michael at the time of saying this, not even think
about Zendala, who stepped forward and said, "I am the one who accept this
challenge, I think I am strong enough to beat you, so let's get it on!" The
huge man couldn't believe his eyes, here was a girl, almost two feet shorter
than him, 230 pounds less than him at least, and she was the one challenging
him to a strength match, was she insane? But he noticed that she did seem
especially muscular for her size, so it might be a better than average match,
he thought that She-Hulk just missed being a member, and Supergirl hadn't
applied yet, so it may be sort of cool to have more females around. He
motioned to a close-at-hand armwrestling table and signaled Michael to be the
referee, Zendala and he clasped their hands, he had all the leverage so he
called for 2 phone books to be placed under her elbow. "On three, ready, one,
two, three, go!" Michael counted down, but they didn't seem to really go at
all, Michael could tell the bouncer was straining, but he couldn't see any
signs of strain out of Zendala, in fact she was smiling! She looked calmly
over to Michael and winked, then looked back at the huge, straining
bodybuilder and said, "Have you started, yet? Why don't you use two hands,
cause I'm feeling you pushing at all." The enormous man looked up to his tiny
opponent's face, and nodded, joining his right arm with his left, pulling with
all the strength he had in two arms against her one. Yet it wasn't changing
the situation any, her arm stood motionless, against his two huge, veiny, 32
inch arms, finally she gently forced his arms down to the table without out
any effort and entered the gym. Michael tried to enter too, but the man said
"Hey, only she enters, you haven't beaten me, yet." Zendala didn't like the
sound of that.

She approached him, threateningly, "I don't know if you've noticed or not, but
I happen to have well over twice your strength, this man happens to be my
trainer and boyfriend, if you don't let him in, I will drag you in by your
hair and physically humiliate you right in front of everyone in that gym, do
you want that, small fry?" She flexed her biceps to emphasize her point, and
for the first time, the man could see what he was dealing with, her arms
reaching 26 inches around in seconds, finally stopping at 30 inches around,
she was 2 feet shorter, 230 pounds lighter, but her biceps were only 2 inches
smaller than his own! He was greatly humbled and motioned them both towards
the gym door, "Go ahead, Miss, and I'm sorry for the inconvenience, sir, you
can go in too." Michael and Zendala went into the interior of the huge gym,
they were amazed by the sight that lay before them, tons and tons of huge
weights, weight machines, and specially designed cardio equipment that was
meant for only the strongest people in the entire Universe. Zendala put her
hand on her mouth, trying to cover her school-girl like giggling as she saw
weights she knew no 20,000 men could lift, Michael was more in awe of all the
iron, steel and lead weights that were bigger than some cars. Dumbbells looked
only a little bigger than he was used to, but he knew they were built to be
hundreds of times denser than normal dumbbells in order to hold the
incomprehensible weights they did. He went over to the smallest one he could
find, which had a 5 on the side, so he thought it weighed only 5 pounds, but
no matter what he did, he couldn't budge it in the least, using all his power
and weight, he couldn't get what was normally a very light weight for him off
the rack. He stopped trying, then Zendala, whom Michael started referring to
as Zendie, took it right off the rack and started curling it with ease. "You
silly man, don't you realize that the 5 on the side doesn't stand for pounds,
it stands for tons! This dumbbell weighs 10,000 pounds!"

She did 100 reps for each arm before deciding to put it down and find some
bigger weights to lift. She moved on down to the 50 ton dumbbells and picked
one up in each arm, 100,000 pounds on each arm and she barely noticed their
weight! Again she did 100 reps with each arm and with a sigh put them back
down, she was bored, as the supposedly heavy weights were truly weightless to
her. Without a second thought, she went all the way to the end of the dumbbell
rack, where she lifted two dumbbells off the rack that had 250 marked on the
side, if every weight on up meant tons, the total she held in her hands
weighed 500,000 pounds! But no, there was an M on the side, so it didn't weigh
250 tons, it must have weighed 250 mega-tons! She was in the process of
lifting 500,000,000 pounds, and she didn't notice a difference! She skipped
right over the tons and went into the mega-ton dumbbells and didn't even
register that she made a mistake, only the strongest of the strongest of
superheroes could even budge those weights, and my girlfriend was curling them
just as easily as she curled the 50 ton dumbbells! "Zendala, do you notice any
added weight on those?" Zendala shook her head no and asked why, Michael said
"Well, those aren't 250 tons, darling, those are 250 Mega-tons, that means its
1000 times the weight of 250 tons, those dumbbells weigh 500 million pounds a
piece, and you're curling them like nothing!" She looked down in shock, mouth
open, then she looked back at Michael, "I couldn't really feel a difference, I
mean, 50 tons and 250 mega tons really felt the same, and I'm completely
honest here, I wonder how heavy the machines are, maybe they can give me some
kind of pump?" She went over to a bench press machine, the clip down at the
bottom said 500M, Michael and Zendala guessed the total weight at the bottom
of the stack was 1 billion pounds, Zendala got down and set the clip at the
bottom, preparing to lift more weight than anyone but the absolute strongest
of the strongest superheroes could lift! She smiled at Michael, then got
herself focused and pressed the weight above her, she was still smiling as she
brought the weight down to her chest and pressed it up again, the weight was a
joke to her! 1 billion pounds of steel, and Zendala treated it like a stuffed
animal, after finishing 100 reps with both arms, she decided to experiment and
placed one hand in the middle of the bar, with a slight grunt, she raised the
billion pounds with that one hand, it was slightly harder, but she still
managed to get 25 before stopping and doing another 25 with her other arm.

When Zendala finally got up, she found a hugely muscular green skinned man
staring at her, standing right next to Michael. She assumed this was the
fabled Incredible Hulk who was said to be the second strongest superhero on
Earth, next to Superman. He was all of 9 feet tall, and about 7 and a half
feet wide at the shoulders. His traps were just under his ears and he had a
brutish, caveman like face. His awe and wonder were apparent though as he
stared right at Zendala's muscled body, I guess he wasn't used to seeing a
woman that strong, his cousin, She-Hulk wasn't even close, and Wonder Woman
had never ever done a feat of strength like he witnessed Zendala do. Zendala
looked right in his eyes and raised her eyebrow asking as if asking a
question. Hulk shyly said, "Hulk sorry, me never see such a strong girl, Hulk
himself have trouble benching whole stack with both hands, girl use one hand
and lift it easy, Hulk wonder how it possible?" Zendala blushed a little and
said, "Well, Hulk, my name is Zendala, I don't come from this Dimension, I
come from an alternate dimension where every woman is strong like me, I came
here to see how strong I am, but it appears nothing in this gym is heavy
enough for me not to be able to lift it. I mean 1 billion pounds was just
about as heavy to me as 100 pounds, I guess I'm just infinitely strong,
unfortunately there isn't much to test my strength on here, without hurting
millions, perhaps billions of people." The Hulk was rubbing his chin, as if he
was thinking of a way to possibly test her strength without hurting anyone,
"Hulk don't know, but maybe Dr. Banner would, he smart, he make Hulk, he do
scientific stuff every day, he could help you test strength." Zendala and
Michael smiled at each other, and Zendala said, "Sure, I'd love to meet him,
so when can we discuss this with him?" Hulk shrugged, "Dr. Banner isn't here
now, he come out only when Hulk go away, Hulk don't know when next time that
happens."

So the trio waited a couple of hours, going to Hulk/Banner's laboratory, where
they sat and discussed Zendala's incredible power, how the billion pounds
actually felt to her, Michael took her measurements, and Hulk told them of his
exploits in his brutish, caveman-like manner. Michael was amazed to find that
even though Zendala was only 4'10, she weighed 255 pounds, and her muscles
were well over what could be considered normal for superheavyweight male
bodybuilders, her calves were 29 inches, her thighs 44 inches, her waist was a
miniscule 22 inches, her chest was 67 inches, over three times her waist
measurement, and her biceps were 30 inches around. She was not ripped to
shreds, but her body did seem like stone to Michael and Hulk as they tried to
squeeze it in places, and even Hulk, with his hand size and strength, couldn't
dent her muscles in the least. About 4 hours after arriving at the lab, Hulk
started growing smaller, and he reverted back to World renowned scientist
Bruce Banner. Bruce listened to Zendala and Michael's problems and he thought
about it, before coming to the conclusion of finding a thicker and denser
metal to make weights out of, then putting them all together and making a
weight unheard of at the gym, a 1 million Mega-ton barbell! Zendala's and
Michael's eyes popped open at the sound of that, he was proposing to build a
barbell that weighed 2 trillion pounds! That weight had been unheard of in
history, it was the equivalent of the whole state of Nevada!

2 months later

"Well, its finally complete Zendala, Michael, the 2 trillion pound weight has
finally been created!" Dr. Banner shouted excitedly to the couple waiting in
the kitchen of his lab/house. They had been staying there in his extra room
for the past 2 months, trying to learn all they could about the dimensional
gate that lead Zendala to this reality, and also how to combine metals to
become heavier and denser, now they had come up with a solution to both, with
Dr. Banner's help, of course, particle physics was the answer. They found a
way to make an alternate dimensional portal as a way to try and get Zendala
back to her regular dimension, and they also were able to figure out how to
combine titanium with the material that the weights from the Mega Power and
Bodybuilding Gym to create a new metal, one that was so dense, a plate that
looked to be about 45 pounds to the average human being actually weighs 45,000
pounds using the new metal. Michael and Zendala walk in to find a super huge
barbell with plates the size of tractor tires, the barbell itself looks as
thick around as an I-beam. The weights were so huge, that the bar towered over
Zendala's head, but Dr. Banner had seen to that, making a bunch of stairs out
of the same material that he made the barbell out of. "Wow, that barbell is
huge, do you think you could possibly lift it, Zendala?" Michael asked, still
staring at the enormous barbell standing in front of him. Zendala stepped up
the stairs and took as good a grip on the I beam-sized bar as she could,
"There's only one way to find out Michael, and that's by trying." She breathed
in and out a couple times, got herself set, and with a grunt of effort, she
started lifting, this weight, 2 trillion pounds of metal, was slowly rising
off the floor in her hands. But it was not an easy weight for her, she was
struggling with every once of strength in her body, and it showed. Her
muscles, which up until now Michael had never seen strain for anything, were
in full detail, the shoulders striated beyond anything he's ever seen in his
life, her chest was not only striated deeply, it was thicker than he's ever
seen from her, and the veins were highly visible, at neat an inch thick each!
Her abs were zipped up into 10 separate blocks of muscle, an inch and a half
deep between each block, her thighs shaking with the strain, showing off each
separate head of her quadriceps, striations and veins running crazily over
each sector. Finally, she had straightened up, the bar completely off the
floor, being held in the arms of this other worldly woman. She was having
noticeable trouble standing with it, but she knew if she dropped it, she could
do considerable damage to the Earth, not to mention to her lover, Michael and
Dr. Banner, so with all the power she had remaining in her body, she lowered
it as gently to the ground as she could.

Michael rushed up to Zendala to hug and congratulate her, but he actually had
to catch her, as the power had drained from her body from lifting the
incredible weight, she couldn't hardly stand, he and Dr. Banner had to carry
her back into their guest bedroom where she stayed until she got her strength
back. When she recovered enough, she decided it was time for her to go back to
her home dimension, she had basically done what she set out to do, test her
strength limits and learn all she could of the dimension she had been forced
to come to by a freak accident. Michael had begged her not to go, but she knew
this wasn't her home, even with the love she felt for Michael, she knew she
had to move on, but Michael did not want to leave her side. He packed a bag
and stood beside her in the Nexus machine that would transfer her back to her
home dimension. She pleaded with him not to, but he said, "Zendala, I really
have no place in this World, I'm unemployed, I have no one to love here, but I
found you, and I love you, not just for your strength and muscle, but for you,
yourself and I can't leave you now, I'm willing to give up my life in this
dimension to go back with you to yours and live with you there, as the only
man in your village, as long as I have you, I'm willing to take whatever risks
necessary, please take me along with you!" A tear came to Zendala's eye, and
she nodded, speechless with love and caring for the man she adored. Michael
signaled Dr. Banner to start the machine, and they were sent to Zendala's
dimension in a brilliant sphere of whitish-silver while engaged in a loving,
passionate kiss.

The End?

[Jeremy Lightning]

So if you don't know, I am now open for commissions, and this was a short commission that someone requested where a guy and his girlfriend wrestled for 10 rounds, and in each round, the girlfriend got stronger, so in the 10th round, she would be strong enough to lift him overhead with ease and toss him. Hope you guys like it, and if you like my writing overall, you may want to commission me, I usually charge 10 dollars per page, though if a story goes 8 pages, then I will charge 70 dollars.

Growing Stronger With Every Round
by Jeremy Wilson shaneomacfan4@gmail.com aka iceman75
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Hi, my name is Brian Addison, I'm 6'1 and weigh 190 pounds, I'm in fairly good shape. This is a story about how my 5'5 135 pound girlfriend, Gina somehow became strong enough to beat me with ease.

When my girlfriend proposed that we wrestle 10 rounds, so that we could establish who should be the dominant one in the relationship, I thought it was weird, first of all, why 10 rounds, second of all, why should we be looking to do that? I would be fine with us being equals, taking equal amounts of responsibility, work, whatever, but she was insistent, so I relented.

My girlfriend stood across from me, smiling wide, confidently as she wiggled around eagerly. “Yeah, when the night is done, I'm going to have you screaming uncle!” She said as she moved forward. She got her arms around my waist, trying to bearhug me, and while she was able to get the hold on, it just didn't hurt at all. So I flipped her down and pinned her. “That's one to me.” I said as I waited for her to get up.

She didn't seem discouraged at all, nodding. “Don't worry, I'm not hurt at all, in fact, I feel better than ever, let's go again!” She said as she once around got her arms around my waist, and grunted, I felt my feet start to move off the ground, but I knew that she was trying her hardest and couldn't lift me at all. I let her wear herself out before doing the same thing I did before, gently dropping her to the ground and pinning her, though it wasn't quite as easy as she did put up more of a fight than last time. “Two to nothing, sure you don't want to quit?”

“Nope! I'm far from done.” The next round saw that she actually was able to get my feet off the ground, for at least a couple seconds before she had to drop me. I put my arms around her waist and said, “This is how you really put a bearhug on.” I lifted her off the ground, putting on a little pressure at a time, and while she did struggle for a while, she eventually had to tap out when the pressure got too much for her. “3 to 0, we should really end this.” I said, trying to discourage her from more.

“No! I'm only getting stronger, I'm going to get you this time, I know it.” Round four started and she switched tactics, sweeping my legs out from under me in a sort of a wrestling double leg tackle. Then she put her toned legs around my waist and I had to tap out to her, because of how they were really squeezing in on my sides I couldn't really even breathe after a couple seconds of that, I hadn't ever seen or felt them being that muscular in fact. “Okay, 3 to 1 now, but I am going to be ready for that next time.”

“Doesn't matter, I got more tricks up my sleeve!” She said, her confidence now at an all time high because of her win. I had to admit that I wasn't really trying up to this point, but that win hurt my pride a little, so I made sure to take her seriously from now on. This time, she rushed in and got me around the waist, but instead of doing a bear hug, she slammed me down to the floor in a belly to belly suplex, picking me up and tossing my 190 pound body with her much shorter, smaller body with a fair amount of ease. With the wind knocked out of me, I was easy to pin.

“3 to 2 now, hotshot, you aren't looking too good, maybe you need a couple minutes to recover.” She said. I shook my head and got back to my feet. “No, I'm good. Let's do this!” I approached her, but she didn't make any moves, she just wrapped her arms around my waist, and this time, seemingly with ease, my feet left the ground! I looked in her face to find that she was calm, as though my much heavier body was light to her! It was weird, as I felt her breasts were much harder than I remember ever feeling them as they pushed against my fairly well developed abs. I squirmed around, but to no avail, she held me easily, then she started squeezing. My back was already hurting and my breath had been knocked out of me because of the suplex, so I had no choice but to tap out.

“Wow, that was so easy, I don't know how you got so light, but I think I might be too strong for you now, I don't see you winning another match from here on out.” And she was right, rounds 7 and 8 were pretty formulaic, as she was able to overpower me now with seeming ease, first lifting me in another crushing bearhug, which I tapped out to even faster, after twisting me around like I was a rag doll. Then in round 8, I tapped out to a torture rack back breaker, where she held my 190 pound body length wise across her now very muscular shoulders and pulled down on my neck and legs.

“How is any of this possible? How can you be getting stronger with every match? That should be the opposite of human physiology!” I rasped out in pain. She smirked and said, “It's something to do with my metabolism, I think, whenever I get challenged, I rise to the occasion.” I shrug and say, “Okay, but I am going to take you, hey what's that!” I said as I point to the opposite wall. When she turns around, I hop on her back, trying to bring her down to the floor, but she held strong, carrying me around now in a piggyback with ease. She shifted me around to the front, looked me in the eye with a smirk, and said. “That may have worked in the first couple of rounds, honey, but I'm much too strong for that now.”

With that, she put me on her seemingly even more muscular shoulders and gave me an airplane spin, going faster and faster, I tapped out and she stopped, but didn't put me down. She said, “Might as well finish this, after all, I'm too far ahead of you for you to catch up anyway.” So then she put her hand on my thigh and the middle of my chest and without even a grunt of effort, my girlfriend pressed my 190 pound body over her head. Then with ease, she tossed me on the couch! She pinned me there and ended the last match.

“Well, how do you like it? How do you like being manhandled by a little girl?”

I needed a little time to recover before I could answer. When I did, I looked up at her body, which was bristling with muscles that wouldn't look out of place on a Ms. Olympia competitor. “Well, I'm shocked really, I didn't know you were like this, but to tell you the truth, I can get into it. I hope you don't mind having a wimp as a boyfriend, though.” She chuckled and said, “Don't worry, most boys are wimps compared to how I am now, so I don't mind you being a wimp, just as long as you don't mind me being stronger than you by so much.”

[Jeremy Lightning]

This is a commission by Dark-Ops, done to his specifications.

Car Destruction Is Her Fetish
by Jeremy Wilson shaneomacfan4@gmail.com aka iceman75
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A young woman explores a strange sexual predilection
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Sarah Milner was a 27 year old girl who had something special about her, she was very pretty, she often colored her hair with either pink or purple dye, and had a very nice, voluptuous body, but that wasn't her secret, her secret happened to be that body hid the strength of well over 100 men! She had discovered her strength after her 16th birthday, as going into her bedroom, she yanked the door off it's hinges, the effort it took was as if she was opening up a window curtain. Ever since that point, the 5'7 145 pound girl had experimented with her strength, finding it hard to really reach the limits of her strength. But there was one thing that the girl loved doing more than anything else, in fact, to her, doing this was as good as sex to her: destroying cars!

The first time it happened was when she was 18 years old, her car was parked in the college dorm parking lot, and this guy who was obviously rich, judging by the fact he was driving a brand new red 2010 Corvette, had scratched her modest black 2005 Chevy Equinox.

“Hey! Look what you did, you're going to have to pay for that!”

“You should've parked your car better, chick, not my fault that your tank is taking up most of my spot.”

“At least give me your insurance information, jerk!”

“Not gonna happen, ain't no way I'm going to pay for that piece of junk. Learn to park better next time. Oh, and don't try to sue me, my family is rich, we have the best lawyers money can buy, you'd be in the poorhouse for the rest of your life if you try and bring me to court. And it looks like your tank could use some color anyway, you should thank me.”

Then he went into school without even a backward look at her. This made Sarah fume, if it was possible, steam would've been coming out of her ears. She didn't think about it, she went up to the Corvette, took the rear view mirror in her hand, and ripped it right off the side of the car, crushing it in her hand. It was then that she realized what she was doing and looked down at the destroyed mirror in her hand and...she liked it! The feeling of power to know that she could do such damage to this douche's car made her energy go through the roof!

“Haha, wow! I love this feeling, I wonder?”

She took her long, sharp fingernails, which she knew from experience were hard as actually nails, and she started to drag them along the side of the red Corvette, loving the screech of the metal as she scratched the door, as if she was keying it. This made her feel so good, she was nearly shaking from the euphoria of it. She then went around to the other side and swung her large hip into the side of the car door, leaving a hell of a dent! This made her purr a little at the fact that her soft looking hips dented the hard metal of the car. She finished by bending down by the front tire and slicing through them with her hard, sharp nails. This made her gasp in ecstasy, it helped that the guy was such a jerk, but in reality, she loved just proving her strength to be superior to the Corvette.

She took a piece of notebook paper out of one of her notebooks and put it on the window. She wrote on it.

“A girl told us how much of a douche you were, so we decided to make sure you regretted what you did to her car, don't try to find her or she's going to call us, and we're going to finish the job on you.” She signed it, “An anonymous group of good doers.”

The guy of course had tried to sue her for the damage to his car, but there was no evidence to support that she had anything to do with it, so she was found not guilty. She looked at him with a smirk and said, “Looks like all your high paid lawyers couldn't get me to pay for your car, so maybe you should be a little bit less of an enormous douche and try to get along with us normal people.”

Of course, she was far from normal, in truth. And she had found her calling in life, she had found something that turned her on more than anything else in her life ever had before. And she knew she had to have that feeling as much as she possibly could.

The next couple of years found her going to demolition derbies whenever she could find them taking place near her. She just sat there and watched for hour after hour of cars crashing into each other, and she found this to be very exciting, and even arousing. Her smile was wide as she watched these cars being picked up off the track by tow trucks and being wheeled out to who knows where. So after one night, she approached the organizer of these events.

“Excuse me sir, I love these demolition derbies, I go whenever I can, it's just so exciting to me, but I have a question, where do the cars go that are destroyed beyond repair?”

“Well, the junkyard we use is the biggest one in the county, it's a little outside the city limits, it's called Mac's Junk, Scrap and Recycling. Why do you want to know?”

“Oh, I'm just curious, it's quite a spectacle, but I guess I like to know a bit more than what's on the surface. Like can anyone go to Mac's and just look around?”

“I think so, I don't know why you would want to, but I don't see why someone would be not allowed to just go in and look around.”

“Cool, thanks sir, I really appreciate the shows that you put on, I look forward to the next one that you put out around here.”

“Alright, you're welcome, it's been a pleasure...” He paused, asking what her name is.

“Allison.” Sarah didn't know what prompted her to give him a false name, but she did anyway. She shook his hand, careful not to clasp his hand hard, because of her enormous strength, she often had trouble containing her strength in her excitement. He winced.

“Strong grip you got there, Allison.”

“Oops, yeah, sorry about that, I guess I don't know my own strength. I was a gymnast up until high school, when I got too tall and busty. I work out a little in the weight room to keep in shape.” She said as she flaunted her curvy body around. This made the man cough and say.

“Sorry, I have to get going, but it was great meeting you Allison, I look forward to seeing you in our crowd again.”

With that he left, leaving Sarah smiling widely, ready to go to the junkyard and scope it out. She would look for certain things, but she wouldn't do anything upon her first time there, no, she was going to inspect where the cameras were, so when she came back later in the night, she would go to places where the cameras couldn't reach and see what she was doing. She not only had superhuman strength, but her senses and speed were also superhuman, so she could scope every camera in the junkyard in what would be a blink of an eye for most other people.

So she went to the junkyard and asked around to see if one of the guys there could give her a tour, flaunting her body to manipulate them, one of the guys relented and showed her to where all the scrapped cars were. She seemed to be very impressed, looking around, of course she was already spying out the cameras, seeing that there were 3 in this area, but she had a plan, she, being so quick that she could barely be seeing doing anything she didn’t want to be seen doing, she picked up a stone from the ground and tossed it at the security camera that would be the primary one that would be showing her experiment with her power in the junkyard. Once she had made a thorough inspection, she thanked the man for showing her around, kissing him on the cheek, and bid him adieu.

4 hours later, 2 hours after the junkyard had shut down for the night, Sarah came back. She was wearing an all black outfit, including a ski mask, just in case some of the cameras clearly picked her up. It was dark out, so the cameras probably wouldn’t be able to pick up many of her features and the people who lead her through earlier wouldn’t recognize her body shape. There were 10 foot tall fences that were covered with barbed wire at the top, but Sarah, being so strong, powered over them with a 15 foot high jump, landing easily on the other side. She smiled as she walked to the section that she wanted to be in: the piles of cars yet to be destroyed by the car crusher! She saw there were just 5 cars that were from the demolition derby that were pretty dented and dingy, full of dirt, but she didn’t mind dirt, growing up a tomboy, she got into dirt a lot. So she was happy to find them that way. Not only would she test her strength, but she would get dirty as well, for a girl like her, that’s the best of both worlds!

“Alright, time to get started!”

She went over to a green car and started firing punches into it, making a sharp keening sound with every impact as her gloved, tough hands made dents of varying sizes. She reeled back and hit a knockout blow into a door, leaving a huge dent, at least 5” deep! This made her shudder in orgasmic glee, knowing how powerful her fists were that they treated this tough metal like a punching bag with no damage whatsoever to herself! It was so awesome to know that she is doing something with her fists that strong men can’t do unless they have sledgehammers or axe blades. They couldn’t do this with brass knuckles, they would get all of an inch in before their momentum is stopped, but she just left a 5” deep dent with her near bare hand!

“Fuck yeah, I love this, I’m going to show these cars what real power is all about!”

She approached another car, one that used to be yellow, but was now covered with brown sand and gravel, so it’s hard to tell. The windows were broken out, so she could reach inside the driver’s side, and put her hands around the wheel, with a yank, she pulled the whole steering wheel out of the front of it, her yell of euphoria could be heard through the neighborhood. The security guard was alerted to her, something she had not accounted for, so when she saw him pull his gun, her reflexes allowed her to get away unharmed. But she had her first taste of hardcore destruction, and she loved it!

She wanted to test if her love of destroying cars extended to driving over them in monster trucks, so she applied to become a monster truck driver, and she got in a local show, where she had a lot of fun, the vibrations from the vehicle as it crushed steel and glass out of the vastly smaller, inferior cars was very nice on her loins, but it just didn’t give her the same feelings that she got when she used her own two bare hands, still, for her, it was quite enjoyable, so she kept it up, making competing in monster truck shows her job, while she could satisfy her main kink later in the night by going back and destroying the cars that were left over from the show with her bare hands.

Of course, whenever she could, she just randomly walked through a parking garage or a large parking lot and used her long, hard, tough nails to chisel her symbol, a rose, into cars, becoming somewhat of an artist at it. Her alter-ego, Wrecker Rose became quite famous because of it, sort of like the famous graffiti artist, Banksy. Though the people who got their cars ‘tagged’ by her didn’t feel quite so happy because of it, it was almost a badge of honor for other people to see that Wrecker Rose tagged your car. In the end, Sarah was famous because of her exploits in monster trucks, while her alter-ego became famous doing what she loved doing, defacing, destroying cars with her bare hands.  This made her a very happy and satisfied woman indeed.