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Disturbance

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Disturbance

Submitted by Randomizer on December 20, 2012 - 8:11pm


"I'm home!" Cassie yelled, dashing into the apartment, practically bouncing off the walls as she did.

"I can see that." Greg said watching her bemusedly. "So, how was your first day of work?"

"Great! Everyone's so nice to me." She said, taking off the jacket she always wore. She had greatly increased the size of her muscles for her new job, and Greg watched with appreciation as she caused them to shrink down to a much more manageable size, making her look with a very well toned, very well endowed fitness competitor. Her new job as a mover required her to keep a massive size to be taken seriously.

"Yeah well, having biceps bigger than most people's legs will tend to produce that effect. Plus the fact that you could move everything by yourself with one hand probably doesn't hurt either."

"Well, I did manage to hold myself back, just like you said to. I made sure to use both hands for everything."

"That's good." He said. Greg had made sure to stress the importance of restraint. And since Cassie was strong enough to move the entire planet with her pinky, she sometimes had trouble with that. She did just fine with people and could avoid breaking things just by bumping into them, but she sometimes got carried away when asked to move things most people considered heavy. He was just very glad she hadn't caused any earthquakes or brought down any buildings yet. He did love her strength, but he also knew how much damage she could do without intending to if she got too carried away.

"I guess so. But it would just be so much faster and easier if I could just take everything up at once." She said.

"Well, other than the fact that there is a limit to how much can fit through a doorway, you really don't want to call that much attention to yourself, do you?"

"I guess not. It would be kind of difficult to explain how I got so strong, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, so just keep it to a kind of normal level. At the very least to something a normal person can do."

"Right, I remember. I promise I'll be careful." She said.

"Alright. So, to celebrate you're first day of work, what do you want to do."

"Cake!" She said enthusiastically. Cassie had only recently been introduced to baked goods. Although they had been dating awhile, he had managed to keep her away from anything with large amounts of sugar in it. The idea of an already energetic girl with neigh limitless strength getting a sugar rush was a bit scary. When she had finally gotten her hands on some though, it hadn't actually turned out so bad. Her energy had spiked for awhile, but she hadn't acted any differently. Now the only thing he feared was that she would eat it all before he got any.

"You know, there's lots of other things out there, right?"

"I know. But I like cake." She said, her bright blue eyes shining. Greg had to laugh a bit at that. It was sometimes hard to picture her as anything other than a normal, albeit highly energetic and curious, girl. He occasionally needed a reminder that she could do pretty much whatever she wanted with little anyone else could do about it. He feared for the bakeries of the world if she realized this.

"Fine, but leave me some this time would ya?"

"I make no promises." She said in a threatening way. Or at least as threatening as she could be. Greg just got himself ready to head out to the nearest bakery as Cassie slipped her jacket back on. The two headed out the door, Cassie practically bouncing along and Greg just trying to keep up.

They were only a few blocks away from the nearest bakery when a young man that looked to be just out of his teenage years spotted them and ran over. The guy was dressed in the style of someone from Cassie's home, and was clearly in a panic. What could make someone from that place panic was a distressing thought.

"Miss Cassandra, thank god I found you at last." He said, catching his breath.

"Yeah, you found me, what's wrong? And why are you here anyway? Only people who opened the last door can leave." She said, already knowing where he was from.

"There's a problem at the village, and we need you. Or rather, we need him." The guy said pointing at Greg.

"Wait, what?" Greg said. The idea that he could deal with something when a group of super humanly strong people couldn't was an ever worse idea. "Why do you need me?"

"You're the only outsider we can even remotely trust, and there are others there now. We don't know how to deal with them, so we need you."

"There's other people in the village?" Cassie said, clearly surprised. The guy just nodded.

"What did they look like?" Greg asked.

"The wear grey and white suits and say they want to take our village and build over it."

"Developers? Well, you don't really need to worry too much then. As long as they try and keep things legal, they can't actually do much of anything, since that land is occupied."

"Really?" Said the villager.

"As far as I know. To be fair though, I'm not exactly an expert on property law."

"Better than any of us." He said. "Please, come as quickly as you can. Everyone else is trying to keep them busy, but there's only so much they can do."

"Ok, you go on ahead. We'll catch up." Cassie said. The guy looked confused. He was clearly wondering why she didn't just pick him up and run there. "Sorry, he's not as tough as we are, and can't handle the speeds we can run." She said, catching on right away.

"I see. I will tell them to wait as long as possible then. But please try to hurry." He said, and ran off at a somewhat normal speed. The guy probably wouldn't really let loose until he got out of the city.

"I guess cake's going to have to wait." Cassie said. He couldn't tell whether she was disappointed, angry, worried, or a mix of all of them. He didn't ask though, as she had already ran off to where Greg's car was parked. When the he got in and started driving, he went as fast as he reasonably could, not wanting to get a ticket when speed was needed.

"So, what are these developer guys going to do anyway?" She asked.

"They're probably going to try and buy the village so they can put up a mall or something."

"They can do that?"

"I don't think so. Not as long as they don't agree to sell anyway. Like I said, this isn't exactly my field of expertise. I'll try and come up with something though."

Once they got outside the city limits, Greg really put his foot down. He just hoped that there weren't any cops along the route as he did. At the speed he was driving, it didn't take too long to get to where they were going. It was a small break in the fencing along the road, and the only thing beyond it was the woods. At least that's what most people thought. Cassie hopped out of the car, not even bothering to ask if anyone was watching before she took the car into the woods. Greg was just glad she chose to drag it instead of carry it. As soon as it was fairly well hidden, Cassie scooped Greg up in her powerful arms and ran off at a speed that he could tolerate.

When they got to the village, almost everyone was gathered around a group of men in business suits looking intently at the large stone door in the middle. When they got there, the crowd parted and let them pass. When the developers noticed they turned and looked at him, sizing him up to see if they could make use of his presence.

"Finally, someone who looks like they know what we're talking about." Said one. The speaker walked up to Greg and offered his right hand. Greg reluctantly returned the gesture, squeezing a bit harder than he should have. "I'm Mr. Daniel Adams, and this is my colleague, Mr. Ryan Yans. And you are?"

"Greg. Greg Trolli."

"Well then Mr. Trolli, maybe you can help us out here. See, this land here? Well, we want to put a world class shopping center in this location. Unfortunately, these fine people here are being less than cooperative."

"In other words you want to tear everything down and stick a mall here." Greg said flatly.

"That's a simply way to put it, but I suppose so, yes. And we're willing pay each member of this...charming little village a great deal to do so."

"So, you offering people that are obviously cut off from the rest of the world money that they have no use for. And you think this is a good idea?"

"Well, once they move out they'll need the extra funds, won't they?"

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen. See, these guys like it here. Besides, that nice door your next to? That's pretty important to them. They will not let you take it down, and trust me, you do not want to get these people angry." Murmurs of consent and agreement rippled through the small crowd. "In fact, I bet the only reason you two are still here is because they're not really sure what to do with you themselves. Actually, to let you in on a little secret, guys like us aren't even supposed to know about this place. See, they have a rule here. If someone from the outside finds out about this place, they have to keep their mouths shut, otherwise they die. And, just to show you how much this means to them," He went over to Cassie and put his arm around her. "See this girl, she's a real beauty, isn't she? She's also my girlfriend, and things have been going swimmingly for us, they really have. If I told, she'd kill me without a second thought."

"Well, I might give it a second thought. I'd still do it, but I wouldn't like it." She said.

"See? And she actually likes me. Imagine what would happen to you guys, who she doesn't" Cassie got a wicked gleam in her eyes when he said that. "So yeah, if I were you, I'd get out of here, never come back, and keep your mouths shut. Trust me, these guys have ways of finding things out."

"That's it?" Mr. Adams said, "Scare tactics? You're going to have to do better than that. Although, I am very interested in the part about people not knowing about this place. See, that means that in the eyes of the law, the land belongs to the state, not these people here. So, it's really the state I have to pay, not them. Once I get a building permit for this area, you'd better not be here."

"Oh, that's not a good idea. Trust me." Greg said.

"Why not?" Mr. Adams said, crossing his arms.

"Hang on a sec." He turned to face Cassie, speaking to her in whispers. "So, where's the village elder? I want to ask him if it's ok for you to do something."

"He's the really old man standing to your left." Cassie said, nodding in his direction, "Hold on, I'll get him." She went over to the old man she had indicated and said a few words. The elder looked at him and frowned, but went over to him.

"This had better be good. From what I've seen, all you did is make things worse." He said

"Yeah, sorry about that." Greg said, "But I think I have an idea that might work, but you might not like it."

"What is it?"

"Someone here has to show them what you all can do. See, these guys only understand money. If they know you can stop any kind of building excursion by simply breaking any equipment they bring in, they might not be so willing to build here." He said. The elder looked at him and frowned a bit.

"You know these men are not trustworthy. They will tell others of us. And if they know of our strength, we will most likely be met with aggression. Even we are not invincible, and this countries army will still wipe us out or capture us to find our secrets." The elder said. Greg thought about it for awhile.

"Well then, we just won't tell them everything. How about only Cassie shows them something, and we tell them that only she's super strong, and if they come here, she'll wreck everything on the village's behalf."

"Wouldn't they wonder why she is allowed to leave when she is the villages defender?"

"We can say I found this place on my own, just like they did. She left to keep an eye on me, the first outsider to show up here. We just happened to end up liking each other that we started dating. You know, something like that."

"I suppose it could work. But what will keep people like this from coming again?"

"Nothing really. Unless you have a way to legally purchase the land yourself, it's fair game, just like they said. You're probably just lucky that they came through here instead of just bringing in the bulldozers right off the bat."

"I see. Very well. It is a big risk, and could end up either destroying or saving us. But they pose a threat simply by being here. Cassandra, please, go along with his plan for now."

"Very well." Cassie said. The two of them approached the business men again while the elder went back into the crowd.

"Finished with your little huddle there?" Mr. Adams said.

"Oh yeah. You guys remember that I told you that you shouldn't make these people mad? Well, here's the reason." He said, pointing to Cassie. The two suits looked at each other and laughed.

"Don't believe me, huh? Well then, I suppose she'll just have to show you."

"Ooo, does that mean I get to beat them up?" Cassie asked happily.

"No, I don't think that's best. At least not right now. Besides, I don't these guys are bad, just greedy assholes."

"Awww." Said Cassie, visibly upset. Mr. Adams just looked angry at being insulted to his face like that. Greg knelt down and picked up a small rock, which he handed to Cassie.

"Ok, Cassie, I think you know what to do with this." He said. She looked at the rock a moment, then smiled brightly and nodded. She held up the rock so the two men could see it clearly. Then she closed her hand around it. The rock seemed to instantly vanish only to be replaced by dust; it was crushed so quickly in her impossibly strong grip. The two men suddenly looked a lot more nervous.

"Still want to try something with these guys? See, Cassie's strong. Really strong. Strong enough to crush anything you bring here just as easily as she did that rock just now. And if you even think of telling anyone, just be aware she's just as fast as she is strong."

"That's impossible. There has to be some kind of trick to it. Nobody can do that." Mr. Adams said, his logical mind at odds with what he just saw.

"Oh no? Then I guess you need more convincing. Those trees are undoubtedly real, right?" Greg said. Mr. Adams didn't do anything, but Mr. Yans nodded in agreement. Greg went over to Cassie and whispered what she should do in her ear, and she smiled wickedly, bounding off to find the biggest tree she could while still being in easy view.

"So, how difficult is it to cut down trees like this for building? I may be wrong, but it takes some pretty heavy equipment to remove a tree, especially in the amounts needed to do what you guys want to, right?"

"Yes, that's right. Why?" Mr. Adams said.

"I found one!" Cassie shouted over to them, her voice coming from across the crowd. The people parted to let the developers see her. She was standing by a very large tree on the edge of the clearing.

"Ok, go ahead!" Greg shouted back.

Cassie smiled and gripped the trunk with one hand, her fingers sliding into the wood like it was made of butter. Once she had a good grip, she quickly raised her arm, the tree easily being plucked from the ground. Cassie held the large, thick tree over her head like it was nothing, which to her, it was. She took the trunk of the tree in both hands and quickly snapped it in two like a dry twig, dropping the two halves on the ground, probably for the villagers later use.

"That's why." Greg said to the stunned men. "So, do you really think you stand a chance against someone who can do with their bare hands what it takes you heavy machinery to do, and in less time?" He asked as Cassie jogged over to them.

"Well, that was fun." Cassie said happily.

"Oh, hey, why don't you show them that thing you can do with your arm?" Greg said with a wink.

"Sure, I'd be glad to." Cassie rolled up the sleeve of her jacket and shirt, and flexed what was then a well defined 14" bicep. She then uncurled her arm, and then flexed again, this time her bicep rising up the 15". Another curl, and it was 16. Each time she flexed, she caused her bicep to grow another inch, until she finally stopped at 20". The men looked at the very intimidating looking arm and gulped.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Cassie said proudly.

"And just wait, she can go bigger if she wants." Greg said.

"Uh, just a moment please." Mr. Adams said. He and he colleague went off into their own little private chat, moving closer to the door to do so. After a few minutes, they finished and pulled apart. "After much consideration, we have decided to find a new location for our shopping center." He said, sweat dripping down his face.

"And..."

"And we swear that nobody will find out about this place."

"Good. Better keep it that way; otherwise you'll become much more familiar with what my girl here can do." Greg said as menacingly as possible. Cassie followed suit by glairing evilly at them and expanding her bicep another inch. The suits couldn't get out of there fast enough.
Greg was half expecting to get some kind of reaction from the villagers. Instead they all breathed an almost collective sigh of relief, and then simply dispersed. He was actually a bit disappointed in the lack of reaction. He turned to Cassie, who had a smile even wider than she normally did. Greg looked at her beautifully smiling face, and the lack of reception on the part of the other people didn't seem to matter nearly as much. She pulled him close and gave him a loving squeeze.

"Thanks." She said simply.

"No problem." He said, "No really. Besides, you did most of the work."

"Maybe, but it was your idea. I probably would've just broken something they needed and called it good." Cassie said, almost bashfully.

"Oh. Well, I guess it's a good thing I'm here then." He said. He had to admit, that while Cassie was normally a sweet enough girl, she could be scary sometimes.

"Yup, sure was." She said. "In fact, I think I should do something nice for you." She said. Without waiting for his response, she grabbed his arm and took him over to the door. She took out an ornate ring from her pocket, and flashing it to the old man who had resumed his customary place almost as soon as the developers had left. He grumbled a bit, but the door opened none-the-less. Soon enough, the two were in a large room filled with massive piles of weight, each on unimaginably heavy.

Cassie bounced into what was essentially her own private mega gym and looked around, ready for one of her workouts. Part of this involved stripping down to her underwear. She normally wore some form of workout outfit when they went there, but since this was not a planned visit, she was wearing lacy black underwear that showed off her spectacular figure, and very well defined muscles. Greg watched her body move with great appreciation, her muscles seeming to dance as she bounded across the wide open floor to the huge bars, each one the size of tree trunks, and incalculably heavy. She picked one of those massive bars like it was nothing and brought it over to a specially made workout bench, setting it down on the rack. She then went to a stack of enormous weights and lifted one the size of a RV with one hand, hefting it a bit to see how heavy it was.

"I think this one's about 40% or so heavier than the door. It's kind of hard to tell though. Oh well." She said before picking up another one of the same size and carrying them both to the bar. She mounted the colossal weight, causing the bench to rise up to meet the demands the size of the weights presented. She quickly went back for two more of the huge plates, mounting them on the bar in the same way as the first. She repeated this until each side of the bar was loaded up with six of the titanic weights, each one trillions of times heavier than the entire planet.

Cassie looked at the bar and nodded, satisfied with the amount she had loaded the bar with. She smiled at Greg and climbed up to the platform on the opposite side from where he was standing. The height of the platform and the size of the bar soon obscured his sight of her. All he could see was the titanic bar being lifted off the rack and slowly lowered, only to be pressed back up as Cassie began bench pressing the heavy bar.

Greg did not want to miss the show, so he ran around the platform and found a small stairway leading up to the top that he could use. Soon enough, he was on the same level she was, and the sight that greeted him was amazing. She had gripped the thick bar by the smaller handles that were tucked into the main body of the bar, and she was slowly and calmly lowering and raising the bar, her motions slowly, steady, and controlled. It looked like she had made the muscles in her arms and chest just a tiny bit bigger as they bunched and flexed under the strain of the incredible amount of power they were being made to exert. Greg would have been content to watch her press the weight all day if he could.

He walked over to her, mesmerized by her incredible strength and body. As he got closer though, he noticed something about the bar. There were two circular indents in the metal where the bar met her chest. He had to wonder if they might be a new feature of the bar, as those sometimes popped up every now and then, something to help her work out more effectively. In this case, indents in the bar to accommodate Cassie's very ample bust. But, as she lowered and raised the bar, he saw something that made him think otherwise. After she pressed the weight up, the indents were a little bit bigger, digging just a little deeper into the super dense metal. The indents weren't there for her breasts; they were being made by her breasts. Even the softest part of her body had enough power to deform metal designed to support incalculable amounts of weight.

Greg watched the display of power with wide, attentive eyes, not wanting to miss a moment of it. He soon realized that it wasn't just her breasts that were making the holes though. She was pushing out her pecs a little bit each time as well, causing her chest to rise up on thick slabs of powerful muscle each time, adding their incredible strength to the feat. This also had the side effect of straining her already overstuffed bra, the thin garment showing signs of tearing in some places as it struggled in vain to contain both her massive breasts and supremely powerful muscles. Greg watched with baited breath, waiting in great anticipation for the inevitable to happen.

Sure enough, as Cassie lowered the incredible weight for her twentieth rep, her bra could no longer take the strain and snapped, coming apart at the clasp. Much to Greg's disappointment though, it did not fall off. Since Cassie was lying on her back as she did her workout, it remained perched on her large breasts, with the only difference being the garment was allowed to shift slightly as she moved. However, when it broke, Cassie stopped pumping the bar, holding it suspended over her body, her arms steady as stone pillars. She pushed out her pecs, causing her breasts to rise magnificently, the straps of the torn bra coming along for the ride as they slid out from behind her back. Once it was freed, she made her chest muscles shrink rapidly, the bra momentarily coming off as her chest fell away from it. It was all she needed as she lifted her head and blew it away, her lungs strengthened by years of heavy exercise just as her body had. Although it wasn't quite enough to push the torn garment away completely, it did push it far enough back that it came to rest on her chiseled 6-pack abs instead of her monumental chest. She set the bar down on the rack and sat up, smiling at Greg invitingly.

He wasted no time, going over and bringing his arms around her powerfully built shoulders as she pulled him in closer to her body, her bare breasts pressing firmly against him. Their lips met as his arms ran along her strong, very well defined back. Cassie's tongue danced playfully around his mouth as he met her moves, their lips entwined in a deep, passionate embrace. His hands ran down her back to caress her full, round butt. Even while she was sitting, he was able to get a decent enough grip, which caused Cassie to wiggle her shapely hips around a bit, giving him an even better grip on her rear. He squeezed the harder than steel muscles, enjoying the feeling of her powerful body in his hands.

She pulled away from him and arched her back, her breasts sliding up and away from him, giving a spectacular view of her large, pert bust. His hands lept from her butt to her breasts, lovingly caressing her amazing orbs. Cassie cooed at his touch, pressing her chest deeper into his hands as he touched her. He ran his hands along their smooth, soft surface, his hands applying gentle pressure in the areas he knew to be particularly sensitive as he made his way to her hardening nipples. His fingers took hold of him, rubbing them between his fingers, making Cassie take in a deep breath of pleasure at his touch. As he stimulated her, she took action of her own. Her hands shot out almost faster than he could see, easily lifting him and stripping him naked, which she quickly followed by removing her own underwear. She set him down on her lap as she fell backwards onto the platform, looking up at him in happy anticipation.

Almost immediately, he sprung into action, his rock hard manhood poking and prodding the outside of her slit for a few moments before entering her. Cassie had quickly learned to make use of the muscles in that area of her body, and had learned to do so with great effect, her shaft tightening even more than it normally was, and then letting it relax it it's normal state, giving his member the most amazing massage he could ever hope for, in addition to the sensations caused by his movements in and out of her. This did have the side effect of pushing him to the brink almost immediately, and he had to use all his willpower to keep from coming too soon.

But he had developed new tricks as well, and he made use of them as much as he could, causing Cassie's breathing to become rapid and shallow between her delighted screams of pleasure as he hit all her most sensitive spots. Suddenly, he moved in a way that hit almost all of these areas at once, sending an almost electric jolt of pure, ecstatic pleasure rocketing up her back. She convulsed with pleasure as an orgasm rocked her, nearly throwing Greg off her with the force of her sudden movements. Fortunately for him, she had tightened herself up enough to keep him right where he was. Greg for his part, simply enjoyed the ride, and continued as long as he could once she had settled down.

He wasn't able to bring her to climax a second time though. Her new skills made the pressure nearly unbearable after she had reached her own climax. He slid himself out of her and found his release, shooting jets of milky white fluids along the platform. He collapsed next to her in a happy heap, his breathing deep but very relaxed.

"You're getting better at that." Greg said appreciatively.

"Thanks." Cassie said, scooting closer to him and placing one of her defined, powerful arms over his chest. "I can't take all the credit though. I get lots of practice after all."

"Yeah." Greg said. He very much enjoyed how frisky she could be, and what that quality usually led to.

"But just so you know, I still want that cake." Cassie said, her eyes shining brightly. Greg just looked at her and chuckled, and hoped that he would be getting some of that cake as well.

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Demonstration

Submitted by Randomizer on December 20, 2012 - 8:11pm
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Greg was in a bad mood. The worst really. Not even his girlfriend Cassie's perpetually upbeat attitude and energy could pull him out of it. He had gotten a call from one of his ex-girlfriends. And not just any ex either. It was Lorie, the only one he didn't have a good relationship with. Since high school, Cassie was his seventh girlfriend. Of those, five of them had ended pretty much by mutual agreement for various reasons. He even remained friends with all but one of them, and that was only because the girl had moved to some African country on a humanitarian mission. Lorie on the other hand, was different.

Lorie was, to put it mildly, a lying, cheating bitch. She had dated him to make use of his knowledge of computers. He didn't actually know that until he found out what she was actually doing. It turned out that he was not the only girl she was dating. At the time, she had five boyfriends, and she was using each of them for their respective skills. It had actually been quite cathartic when the five of them (after some arguing about who really deserved the boyfriend title, and then coming to their senses soon after) had gotten together and all broke up with her at the same time.

Needless to say, he was not happy to hear from her again. And he was even less eager to meet up with her like she wanted. Cassie on the other hand, had been very eager to meet Lorie. The only concept of an ex she had came from TV and movies, so she wanted to meet a genuine "evil ex". Greg had gone along out of necessity really. The entire meeting he had thought of nothing but Cassie beating the living daylights out of Lorie, and sending her flying. Hopefully into oncoming traffic.

He was actually disappointed when Cassie didn't even ask if Lorie was a bad person, which was her requirement for using violence. Although, watching Cassie naively ask Lorie what it was like being a cheating bitch, and Lorie's reaction, had been very entertaining. But, other than Cassie's curiosity driving Lorie up the wall, the meeting had gone just about as well as he had hoped. Which is to say, not very well at all.

So the two men in neatly pressed black suits standing in front of the doorway to his apartment when the two got back was not a very welcome sight. He just hoped they were at the wrong address and would go away and let him sulk in peace. The two men looked at him and then to Cassie, who was standing around, eying them with an odd mixture of suspicion and curiosity that only someone like her could pull off and make it look cute. Which she certainly did. Her bright blue eyes narrowed a bit as she looked at them, and her full red lips pursed into a pouty line.

"Miss Cassandra Doe?" One of the men asked. Cassie didn't respond right away. She still wasn't fully used to having a last name. Soon after they started dating, Greg had learned that her native village didn't use surnames, since it was such a tightly knit community. They had chosen to use Doe as a spur of the moment decision. For now, Greg had to sometimes remind her of the fact that she had a last name. In this case he did so by gently elbowing her in the side.

"Huh? Oh right, that's me." She said, suddenly snapping to attention. Greg though, was less enthusiastic. It meant that they did have the right place, and wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

"We represent the U.S. government. We would like to speak with you about a recent incident you were involved in." Said the man who had spoken.

"What incident would that be?" Cassie asked, suddenly more nervous than she usually was. There could only be one thing they were talking about, and it did not bode well for them.

"We'd prefer not to talk out here." The second agent said. "If you'll open the door?" He said, nodding to Greg. He was still very suspicious of these two. He didn't really have much way of knowing if they really were from the government after all.

"Hold on a sec." He said. He wanted to confirm what they were saying first. "First, what branch of the government are you from? And she me your badges, or whatever else you have first." The two men looked at each other for a moment.

"We're not from one of the commonly known branches. You might call us a kind of military intelligence." Said the first agent. "As for identification, you're just going to have to do without." Greg did not like the sound of that. If the military was involved, that could only mean trouble. He didn't want to think of what would happen if the armed forces got their hands on Cassie. Even someone with 1% of her strength would be nearly unstoppable. As such, he was not going to let them in. After all, if they really were government agents, that meant they really couldn't do much to him. At least, he hoped not. Cassie on the other hand, had different thoughts.

"Ok, just a sec." She said, not taking her eyes off them for a moment. Greg looked at her, surprised she was so willing to let them in. Normally she deferred to him on such matters. Greg went in close to her so he could talk without being overheard.

"What are you doing?" He whispered. "We shouldn't be letting these guys into our place. I'm pretty sure it won't end well."

"Yeah, I know. But if they know anything about the village, I have to know how they found out." She said, looking at him. Her normally bright, shining blue eyes held a seriousness that he didn't think she was capable of. He found himself unable to argue about it. Even if he she was a normal person, he didn't think he could muster up an argument with her at that moment.

"Fine, fine." He grumbled. Just because he would go along with it, didn't mean he had to like it. He pushed his way past the agents and unlocked the door.
He went in and slumped down on the couch in a miserable heap as Cassie and the two agents entered. Cassie sat down next to him, and the visitors found chairs to sit in. Greg just stared at them and waited for them to say something.

"Very good." Said the first of the men to speak. "First of all, I'm Cpt. Daniels, and this is 1st Lt. Adams. We already know who you both are, so it would be best to get down to business." He said.
Greg looked at them apprehensively. Military ranks were not good signs in this case, especially the reasonably higher ranks these two possessed. Now that he was looking, they could certainly be from the military. Both had the standard close cut hair solders possessed. Both seemed to be reasonably well built, but it was hard to tell anything exact with their heavy suits. The captain looked like he would be tricky to deal with. His hard black eyes looked to be the kind that were used to being obeyed. The lieutenant seemed to be a bit more reasonable, but not by much. His brown eyes were calm, and observant. Daniels seemed like the type to lead by pure strength, both physical and mental. Adams seemed more like a thinker, who did his job by quick wit. He had always hoped that if the military got involved in Cassie's life, that they would send one of the officers who tried to make friends with people. He didn't think that was going to happen with these two, even if they were in the standard armed forces.

"Ok then, let's start with why you guys came here." Cassie said, eying them suspiciously.

"We came in response to a recent incident involving two business men you dealt with." Cpt. Daniels said. Cassie did not like that, becoming more than a little angry.

"They told you, didn't they." She said coldly. Greg could tell she was ready to pounce on them at any moment. Her powerful legs were bunched and ready , like coiled springs just waiting to be released.

"No actually. As I said, the department we come from can be seen as a kind of military intelligence. Our main goal is to gather information on potential threats that the armed forces are required to deal with. We have strong ties with various other government agencies you might be more familiar with, such as the FBI and CIA. As such, we have a great deal of resources at our disposal. We've actually known about your little village for quite some time now. It is rather hard to miss a small village in the middle of the woods a few miles away from a major city with a large stone door that doesn't seem to go anywhere after all. We just haven't had any reason to bother you. However, when our satellites saw you lifting a tree out of the ground that changed very quickly."

"Cassie's not a threat to anyone though." Greg said, "She might be tough, but it's not like she's going to go around braking things."

"Yeah, I only hurt people who deserve it." Cassie said, quite proud of that fact.

"Maybe so. But that's not why we're here. Our main goal is to find threats to the country, but one of our secondary goals is to find assets. We've come to make you an offer. We want to bring you to one of our bases and give you a test to see what you're capable of. If it looks like we can benefit from having you around, then we'd like you to join us as a member of a very elite team that deals with threats the normal army can't for various reasons. I can guarantee it'll make much better use of your unique skills than moving furniture."

"Well, I don't know about that. And how'd you know about my job?" Cassie asked. Greg could tell she was trying to by time to think with that question, which was fine by him.

"I said we saw you lifting a tree. After that caught our attention, we used the satellite to get an image of your face. Once we have that, it's very easy to identify you and find out all about you. Although, it was a bit harder with you since you only showed up on any kind of official records about half a year ago. Still, it was enough to find your place of residence and employment."

"Oh. Umm, will anything bad happens if I say no?" Cassie said.

"Not at all. Consider this something like a job offer. It's up to you if you accept or not. If you refuse, all we'll do is leave. We will of course, give you the means to contact us should you change your mind at a later time though." Cpt. Daniels said. She looked at Greg for a moment before turning back to the visitor.

"Is it ok if I go and take your tests and stuff to see what it's like before I make my decision?"

"That would be fine. In fact, it's what we were going to recommend. We can leave whenever you're ready. Sooner would be better though."

"Ok. Can Greg come too?" She asked. Greg looked at her quizzically at that.

"We were hoping that you would come alone actually."

"Well then, too bad. I'll only come if he can as well." She crossed her arms to emphasize her point. It took a bit to figure out what she was thinking. Then it came to him. She was trying to cheer him up a bit. She knew he liked it when she used her massive strength, and this would be a chance to do so outside of the normal environment. In the gym she used, all the weights were so incredibly heavy, that it was nearly impossible to figure out just how strong she was. Although nothing the army could throw at her would be any challenge for her, it would still be a fun show for him with things that he could more easily understand the weight of. Just knowing she was thinking of him more than anything else did wonders for Greg's mood.

The agents were less happy to hear that though. This time it was their turn to pull away, discussing whether or not he should be allowed to come along. After a few minutes they apparently reached a conclusion.

"Fine. Just as long as he doesn't talk about this, he can come."

"Oh, you don't need to worry about me. I know how to keep a secret or two." Greg said. After all, he was keeping one that had his life on the line. Cassie beamed at him as the two agents frowned.

"In that case, we can leave whenever you're ready." Cpt. Daniels said.

"Do I need to bring anything?" She asked.

"Everything needed for the tests will be provided.

"In that case, I'm ready to go now. What about you?" She asked, looking at Greg.

"I've got nothing doing right now." He replied. He figured that if they really were going to do this, they might as well get it over with. Besides, it would be better if he was there. Cassie had gotten much better at dealing with the world at large, but there were still lots of things she wasn't familiar with. Although, he wasn't much better, considering this was new territory for him as well. Still, he figured he could at least try to keep her out of trouble.

"Alright. Please come with us then. We have transportation waiting." Without another word, the two men got up and left the apartment. Cassie followed closely behind, her usual bounciness gone from her motion as she did. Greg followed closely behind her, more concerned about what was going to happen then he let on.
The transport they had brought was a normal looking black sedan parked nearby. From there, they went to what seemed to be a private airfield for helicopters. An unremarkable looking black helicopter was parked there, and the two men got in and waited for them. Cassie hesitated before doing anything though. She had never been on a plane before, let alone a helicopter. She was obviously nervous about her first flight. Greg put a reassuring arm around her shoulders, and the two boarded the vehicle together. Once it was in the air though, all her fears vanished. She practically clung to the window, looking joyously down as the ground sped by far below them. Greg wasn't quite as interested in the view though.

"So, where are we going exactly?" He asked, shouting over the noise of the motor.

"We're going to a base reserved for our special unit. It's a few hours away though, so try to get comfortable." Lt. Adams said. Greg was just glad it wasn't a few minutes away. The idea of a secret military base near his home wasn't a good one, so he was glad it wasn't right around the corner, so to speak. This was also a good chance to find out what they knew. Cassie was too distracted by the view, so he would have to fill in. Even so, he waited for a few minutes to ask anything.

"So, how much to you guys know about Cassie's village anyway?" He asked finally. He saw Cassie's ears perk up out of the corner of his eyes when he asked.

"Disappointingly little actually. All we really know is that it's there. We have no way of knowing how it survived without interference from the rest of the world, or anything about the people who live there. The door in the middle is the biggest mystery for us though. We see it opening, and young people going into it, and disappearing completely. So far, very few people have come out again. We are aware that the two of you and some of those who have come back out, and would like to ask what's behind that thing."

"Sorry, but that's not something I can actually talk about." Greg said.

"Why not?"

"Well, you know how in the movies, they say 'I'd tell you but then I'd have to kill you'? Well in this case, it's 'I'd tell you, but then she'd have to kill you.'" He said, motioning to Cassie. "See, when an outsider like me tells someone else about that place, they have a law that says that person has to be killed. If I told you, Cassie here would kill all three of us. And trust me, there's not much any of us could do to stop her."

"What about her? Can she tell?"

"She can, yes. She told me after all. But don't expect her to tell you anything. She doesn't like talking about that stuff. Frankly, I'm still not sure why she told me at all."

"Cause I like you. And you already found out some things anyway, so I just kinda thought it was fine." Cassie said, not turning away from the window as she spoke.

"What kind of things?" Cpt.Daniels said.

"Just things. It can wait till we get to wherever this place is." She said. Greg made it as clear as possible that they weren't going to get much else out of her right then. He did this by changing the subject.

"So, I notice you two said you're military officers, but I don't see any stripes or anything. How come?"

"We're not in the official army, even if we technically hold rank." Daniels said. "If you're looking for that kind of person, you'll be seeing them once we do arrive at the base. Although, probably not as much as you'd think. It's not much of a combat oriented location, being used more for research, as well as some special recon work. But you'll have to wait till we get there to find out more."

Greg couldn't help but notice the way he said it made it very clear he wasn't too thrilled with being kept in the dark about something. This was a guy who seemed like he was used to being kept in the loop, and knowing exactly what was going on. He figured it wasn't a good idea to say anything else on that subject, so he said nothing at all. In fact, the rest of the flight was done in relative silence.

It took a few hours, but soon enough the trip was over as the chopper started its decent over a large open field, and what was very clearly a military base. It was made up of five buildings of cold, unimaginative design of unpainted steel and cement. As Greg looked at it as they descended, he suddenly felt very alone, even with Cassie sitting right next to him. Other than the sterile nature of the buildings, the only thing that really stuck out at him was a group of military vehicles gathered in one area of the complex. He could make out some kind of plain, and a few different kinds of land vehicles. He couldn't be sure, but there also seemed to be a small ship there. Before he could really get a good look at them though, they fell out of sight behind one of the buildings as they landed.

The agents got out as soon as the blades had slowed enough that someone could walk under them and not get a face full of wind and dust, with Greg and Cassie close behind. A man in a long, immaculate lab coat came up to them once they had gotten out. He gave a quick salute to the two agents, who returned the gesture, and then immediately went over to Cassie, giving her a scrutinizing look.

"Not what I expected really. I had heard you were female, but I was expecting someone considerably larger. Well, I suppose it doesn't matter, come on, let's get you ready." The man said.

"Umm, who are you again?" Cassie asked.

"Hm? Oh yes, of course, forgive me, I sometimes lose track of common courtesies. I'm Dr. Sallenger, I'm in charge of the biology department here."

"Biology?"

"I suppose you could say that I find ways to make soldiers better."

"And where exactly am I going now?"

"First, to get changed into something more practical for this. Then we'll proceed to the testing area. Come along then, let's get you suited up."

He motioned for Cassie to follow him, which she did slowly at first. Greg made to follow as well, but was intercepted by the two agents.

"Sorry, but you will not be allowed into the buildings. You might have been allowed to come along, but you're going to have to stay outside." Adams said.

"Will I at least be able to see the tests being done?" Greg asked.

"Those that are conducted outside, yes. Those that are done inside the facilities, no."
Greg slumped his shoulders a bit. It meant that he would probably miss quite a bit of things, but if the vehicles he saw from the air were there for the tests, he could at least see something fun. After Cassie entered the building, he assumed he would be waiting for quite awhile, but when she and Dr. Sallenger came back out only twenty minutes later, he was quite surprised.

Cassie was happily walking around in a black, full body spandex outfit that clung to her body like a second skin. Every voluptuous curve and well defined muscle in her body was easily visible. The doctor was looking at her appraisingly as he walked behind her, and the two agents openly stared. They had only seen her fully clothed, when much of her body was hidden. Her incredibly sexy body with the muscles she was currently keeping at the level of a well developed fitness competitor was obviously not what they were expecting either. Greg didn't blame them for staring at her; after all, she was very much worth looking at. Cassie bounded over to him and stood happily before him.

"This spandex stuff is fun."She said, a big smile on her face. "It's stretchy!" She pulled on one of the sleeves to emphasis her point. He just nodded and chuckled. Now that she had gotten used to life outside her small village, he sometimes forgot that quality of almost childlike discovery she had.
"
Yes, yes, I know. Have you never worn this before?" Dr. Sallenger said, ignoring Greg completely.

"No, she hasn't." He said. The doctor looked at him with surprise. Apparently, he really hadn't noticed him before.

"And who are you again?" He asked.

"I'm the boyfriend." Greg said, putting his arm around Cassie's shoulders. She responded by moving in closer to him.

"I see. And why are you here exactly?"

"Cause I wouldn't come without him." Cassie said, a serious tone coming from her smiling face.

"Fine, fine. It doesn't matter anyway. Just don't get in the way. Anyway, let me take a closer look at you." Dr. Sallenger said. He pulled Cassie away from Greg and stood in front of her, pouring over every inch of her body with his thin, probing eyes.

"An interesting body, but still not quite what I was expecting. Your musculature isn't as developed as I would have thought, given what you're supposed to be able to do."

"Really? You think so?" Cassie said, curiously. "I don't think I'm small. Do you?" She said, turning to Greg.

"Nope, not at all. But these guys don't know you. I think they might want to see what can do. I mean, isn't that why we're here?"

"Ok!" Cassie said happily. "You might want to stand back a bit." She said to Dr. Sallenger. He sighed, but obliged.

Cassie's body suddenly started to inflate. Her muscles expanded greatly, pushing out the highly elastic material she was wearing. Fortunately, she didn't go all out, and knew when to stop. By the time she was done, her body was as big as a male body builders, and far more defined. Greg was behind her, and had a wonderful view of the rivers of large, powerful muscles that had appeared on her back and legs. Her shoulders had gotten far wider, making it seem like she had small wings even while she wasn't flexing. Her shoulders themselves were big, powerful balls of pure muscles, running down into her arms, which were now thick with muscles, her horseshoe shaped triceps jutting out impressively even while they were hanging at her sides. Her legs had grown to the size of tree trunks, with more muscle in just her thighs than most people displayed anywhere else. Her calves jutted off of the rest of her legs like two rubber balls had been stuck to her legs and squashed into each other very hard.

The looks on the faces of the two agents was priceless. Their slack jawed gaping alone made the trip worthwhile for Greg. The doctor's face was a bit more composed, but not by much. He was obviously trying very hard to conceal his shock at her growth, and only partially succeeding. She raised her arm and flexed her now very large bicep. Even from the back, it was a sight to see. A mountain of muscle rose from her arm. He could even see a long, deep slit running along the top of the peak.

Cassie giggled and turned to Greg, her arm still flexed. His eyes were glued to that arm. From the front, he could tell just how big she had made herself, her bicep rising to what he estimated to be 18" of pure power. He could clearly tell where each muscle in her arm separated from the other, the incredible definition in her arm making her seem even bigger than she was. Greg managed to tear his eyes away from her arm and flow over the rest of her. Her fit, toned 6-pack abs had turned into a very impressive 8-pack, each segment separated by a deep chasm. Her already large breasts were pushed out even further by the thick, striated slabs of her pecs, pushing out the spandex impressively. Greg swore if it wasn't so elastic, it would have burst long ago. It was an impressive sight to see.

"So, what do you think?" She said, bringing Greg back to his senses. He had to admit, she looked good like that, but he also liked her smaller sizes. He was torn between the two, but he finally made up his mind.

"Well, you do look amazing like this, but I think I prefer it when you're a bit smaller."

"Ok then." She said, her muscles shrinking down to their usual fitness competitor size.

"What was that?" Dr. Sallenger said once he had calmed down.

"It's just something I can do." Cassie said. "I can change how big my muscles are whenever I want. I can make myself a lot bigger, but I usually don't. I can even change the size of only one muscle. Here, watch." She raised her arm and flexed again. Her now 14" bicep rose from her arm and immediately grew bigger. She didn't stop until it looked like the spandex was going to burst from the size of her biceps. It easily cleared the 30" mark before she stopped and reduced it down to its previous size. Before lowering her arms.

"So, is this muscular compression? Or are you actually altering their size?" Dr. Sallenger said, immediately fascinated by her display.

"The first one, I guess."

"I see. In that case, how big can you get?"

"No idea. I haven't done that in years, and the last time I did, I was so big that I couldn't move."

"Example?" Sallenger said. Cassie looked around a bit before finally finding something she could use.

"See that building?" She said, pointing to the nearby building.

"Of course."

"Well, I'd probably be so big that I'd fill it entirely. My arms would probably even break down the roof."

"You're kidding, right?"

"I'd believe her on that one." Greg said. "Trust me."

"Very well, I suppose some other time then." Dr. Sallenger said, looking more than a bit disappointed. "In
that case let's begin the tests right away then."

He immediately turned and went in the general direction of the vehicles Greg had seen from the air. Cassie and Greg looked at each other and followed him. Greg was expecting Dr. Sallenger to take Cassie into one of the buildings, so it was a bit odd that he wasn't.

"So what kind of tests are you going to do?" Greg asked.

"Oh just a few basics for now. The higher ups are mostly interested in durability and strength, so that's what I'm focusing on."

"And nothing's happening inside the buildings?"

"No. All the buildings are in use for other projects that neither of you are privy to. The people who give me my orders are putting this as a middle priority, not the highest, but not the lowest. The fact that she was seen lifting a tree caught their attention enough to warrant these tests, which are more like demonstrations than anything, but not enough to up any resources for a true scientific testing."

"So what am I gonna be doing?" Cassie asked.

"Like I said, it's more like a demonstration than a test. You're going to be showcasing your strength with some older model military vehicles. Your durability will be tested by subjecting you to various weapons, mainly guns of various calibers. You will be allowed to refuse this part if you want, if you're not confident about your ability to resist gunfire."

"I think I'm ok with it. I've never been shot before, but I think I can take it. Just don't shoot me in any place too vital."

"The shooters will aim for your arms and legs. If something does happen, we'll have medics standing by, and all tests will end immediately."

"That's fine then." She said. "But would it be ok to get that part done first?"

"Very well. We had hoped to get the strength test done first, in case something happened, but that would be fine."

"Cool." Cassie said, happy with that. Apparently, she was more curious about her ability to take a bullet herself; otherwise she would have wanted to throw around some cars and trucks first.

The walk wasn't very long, and was taken up by the doctor trying to gain as much information about Cassie's abilities, and how she got them. He was mostly interested if there was any kind of chemical augmentation or exercise methods. Cassie said nothing about the door and the super gym inside it. He led them to the large open area with the various vehicles. Now that he was on the ground, he could tell what winds of vehicles there were. There were only five there: a midsized combat jeep, a large tank, a fighter jet, and a fairly well sized boat.

"Now then, since you wanted to do the durability test first, please go and stand in the large white circle. I'll call in a few men with various types of guns, ranging from hand guns, to combat rifles. You'll be shot with each gun once, and you'll tell me what you felt after each one. Is this acceptable?"

"No problem." Cassie said. She went over to what was indeed a large whit circle painted on the ground. She held her arms out and spread her legs out a bit. She even expanded the muscles in her arms and legs an inch or so in order to make it easier on the soldiers that would be shooting at her.
Dr. Sallenger waved at what Greg thought must be a security camera and three men that were obviously soldiers came out of the nearest building. Each of them carried three different guns, each one had a different type of gun. Each of them lined up in front of Cassie.

The doctor gave a signal and one of them pulled out a small handgun, aimed and shot. Cassie yelped and began rubbing the side of her right arm. She didn't seem to be hurt too badly though.

"Well?" Sallenger asked.

"It felt like getting stung by a really big bee." She said, still nursing to place.

"Are you ready for the next one?" He asked. She nodded and held her arm out again. This time though, she didn't seem nearly as happy to be shot again. The next gun was a midsized pistol, to which Cassie reacted the same way as the first one. The third, a much heavier hand gun warranted the same reaction. She wasn't injured, but she had certainly felt it.

The next man had two shotguns and what looked like a hunting rifle. This time, Cassie definitely was feeling the sting of the heavier shots. Greg could even see small welts forming in the areas she got hit. He wanted to ask her to stop, since the third soldier had some serious firepower on him. But, she was willing to keep going, so the third soldier stepped up and took out a small assault rifle. The shot rang out, and when Cassie showed the spot the bullet hit, she was injured. It was nothing but a flesh wound, but it was still there, and it caught Dr. Sallenger's attention just as it had Greg's. He went over and examined the wound. He felt the wound, pressing in around the area. After a few minutes of this, he stood up and stepped away.

"Hmm, not a major wound, but it's still an interesting thing. I think I've actually seen enough to determine what you're approximate limits are."

"Ok, what are they?" Cassie asked.

"Well, in terms of muscular durability, you probably could take a tank shell with no problems. However, your skin durability is not so high. While you're skin is certainly quite a bit tougher than average, it's not nearly as tough as your muscles."

"Ok? Is that a good thing?"

"Well, it's certainly not a bad thing. But it does tell me you've probably not always had the strength you're supposed to have. I'd say you got it from some form of highly developed exercise regime, correct?"

"Yeah, that's it. I can't really give you any specifics though."

"Yes, I know. I believe we've already gone through all that. But I don't think you need to get shot anymore."

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea." Cassie said, clearly no longer enjoying getting hit by large bullets.
"Do you think I can wait a few minutes before the next one though? It still kind of hurts."

"Of course. When you're ready." He said. He motioned to the soldiers, who promptly went back inside the building. Greg couldn't help but notice that third one looked a bit disappointed though. He must had felt a bit cheated since he had only used one of his guns, while the other two got to use all three of theirs.
For a few minutes they stood around and waited while Cassie nursed the hurt areas. It wasn't too long before she looked up to the next part though. In fact, once she got over having been hurt by the guns, she looked thrilled to be doing something that was more up to her speed: lifting heavy objects.

"Ok, I'm ready." She said eagerly looking at the vehicles.
"It's very simple really. We're going to test your physical strength applied to four different directions: up, down, in, and out. Each of these vehicles will be used to demonstrate one of them. The jeep will be in, the boat is out, the tank is up, and the jet is down. You may do these is any order you like." Dr. Sallenger said.

"So what am I doing again?" Cassie said looking a bit confused by the instructions. She was smart, but not always in an obvious way. Abstracts sometimes took a little while to understand. Greg would have to interpret some things, such as what the doctor had said.

"Ok, so here's what you're gonna do:" He said, "You're gonna crush the jeep, tear the boat apart, throw the tank into the air, and I guess slam the plane into the ground. That last one's a bit harder to get though."

"That's correct, for the most part." Dr. Sallenger said.

"Ok then. But quick question, how am I slamming the plane down?" Cassie asked.

"I'll leave the details to your imagination." He said. "How you go about performing each task is entirely up to you."

"Alright. I guess I'll start with the easy one first." She said, going over to the boat. Greg figured the easiest two for her would be the boat and the tank, and would probably start there.

Cassie reached under the boat with one hand, easily lifting it cleanly off the ground. She held it up over her head a bit, demonstrating just how trivial a task it was to her. Dr. Sallenger once again had that look that told Greg he was trying to hide his amazement, and doing so poorly. She grasped the hull in the middle with both her hands, her mighty fingers piercing the metal like tissue paper, and quickly brought her hands apart, tearing the thick metal apart without anything approaching resistance. She set one half of the torn boat down and focused on the remaining half. She shredded it apart further, reducing it to a quarter of what it once was. She held the piece of the boat easily and grasped the edge between her thumb and forefinger. Cassie tore a small piece of steel off it like a child ripping the corners off a piece of paper. She repeated this over and over again, until what was once a quarter of a boat was reduced to confetti sized pieces. This was soon followed by the remaining parts of the boat. She soon stood in a pile of small metal fragments that was taller than she was. She looked at it and giggled a bit before moving on.

"Let's see, let's go with...that one." She said casually, no signs that she had given any effort to ripping apart the boat. Greg thought her next target was the tank, but instead she chose the jeep. He chuckled when he saw what she was going for. Out, then in. He figured she would go for the plane after she demolished the jeep, and would finish with the tank.

She went over and lifted the jeep without any hesitation. She grasped it by the front bumper and held it aloft like it was filled with helium. She even balanced it on the tip of her pinky finger for a bit, laughing quietly at Dr. Sallenger's stunned reaction. She shifted it around until she held it out in front of her, her hands held as far apart under the frame as she could reach. She then brought her hands up, quickly and easily folding the ends of the jeep up and in. Once they met, she turned it around a bit to show the handprint that had been left in the mangled mass of metal. With no signs of effort, she proceeded to fold it in half again, and again, and again. By the time she was done, she held a mass of metal about the size of a medium sized beach ball. She ran her hands over the sides of it, pushing each end flat, like she was making a cube out of fresh clay. When she was done, she dropped it and smiled brightly, looking at Greg to see what he thought of her display so far. For his part, Greg was very happy with it.

"Hmm, let's see now." She said, going over to the jet. Greg was glad he knew Cassie well enough to have guessed the order she would go in. "How should I do this?" She asked herself, thinking of the best way to mash it into the ground.

She lifted the jet just as easily as she had the other two and tossed it gently a few times, regarding the best way to go about her task. Finally she shrugged her shoulders, finally coming to a conclusion on the best method. Greg had no idea what she going through her mind until she lifted the jet high overhead and reared her arm back. She had apparently figured the simplest way would probably be the best in the case.

"We might want to step back a bit." He said to Dr. Sallenger, taking a few steps back himself. And none too soon either. Cassie slammed the jet into the ground with a massive thud, kicking up a massive burst of wind that carried with it dust, rock, and fragments of both the jet and the boat. Luckily, neither of the men was hurt by the sudden burst. Sallenger did seem a bit dazed, but was otherwise unhurt. When everything settled, all that was left of the jet was the part Cassie had held in her hand, a small piece of the thruster. She set it down and looked at the two men.

"You guys ok?" She said, seeing the effect her display had.

"Yeah, we're fine here." Greg said, only glad she had held back as much as she did with that one.
Once she had made sure they were fine, she went over to the tank, which had survived to blast, only being pushed back a few feet. She picked up the massive vehicle and held it over head. This was an easy one. She reared back and prepared to throw it, but stopped before releasing.

"Hey, how hard do you want me to throw this thing?" She asked, holding the tank up and pointing to it.

"Er..." Dr. Sallenger said, still recovering from her last demo. He cleared his throat before continuing.
"For this one, feel free to use your maximum strength."

"You sure? Ok then. I'll let you guys get ready then." She said. She began to toss the tank up and down like it was a rubber ball.

"What does she mean get ready?" Dr. Sallenger asked him.

"We'd better step back a bit more. Oh, and is there anything directly overhead? Like satellites, or maybe the moon?" Greg said.

"The moon? You don't seriously think she'll be able to throw it that far do you?"

"Oh yeah she will. At her full strength, I'm pretty sure she'll be able to get it to leave the solar system."

"I-I see. Well then, to answer your question, no. There is currently nothing directly over her head that I know of." He said, taking a few good steps back. Greg followed suit and motioned to Cassie that she could continue.

She reared her arm into a position to get the tank to go straight up. Even from the distance between them, Greg could swear he saw her arm tensing up. She really was going all out for this one. She looked around a bit and let loose, her arm flying around. The force of her throw caused a massive wind to be created. Even though that had put a good deal of distance between them, Greg was blown back by the blast and knocked clean off his feet. Needless to say, the tank was nowhere to be seen. It had rocketed up so fast, it seemed to simply disappear. Once Greg had recovered, he wondered if it had even survived the throw, which would have caused the heavy metal to be subjected to incalculable amounts of g-forces and wind pressure. Then he figured it had spent so little time in the atmosphere, that it was more likely to be torn apart by space dust than wind. Either way, he was certain it had been blown out of existence.

Greg felt himself being lifted gently to his feet and then set down on the ground, his legs still a bit wobbly from the impact caused by Cassie's throw. He looked around a bit at the aftermath. The remains of the vehicles she had used had been blown away as well, leaving nothing but cracked ground, and a large crater where Cassie had been standing.

"So, how was that?" Cassie asked him. She was the only reason he was upright, her arms propping him up gently.

"That was awesome. But if this ever happens again, hold back a bit, no matter what someone says."

"I'll try, but it's not very often I can go all out outside you-know-where."

"Well, just be a bit careful then, would you?"

"Sure thing. Oh, but just wait, I have an idea for something else."

"Oh? What's that?"

"You'll see. Why don't you take that guy" She said, motioning to the still recovering Dr. Sallenger, "And leave the base. You don't have to go far, just a few dozen feet past the gate should do it."

"Ok, and what are you going to do."

"Something fun." She said and hurried off. Greg smiled a bit and helped the doctor to a shaky standing position.

"W-what happened?" He asked.

"Cassie happened. I told you she was strong."

"I can see that. Where is she now though?" He said, looking around and noting her absence.

"She said she had something planned and that the two of us should go a few feet outside the base."

"Why would she want us to do that?"

"No clue, but we should probably do what she says."

"Right." The doctor said. The two hurried off as much as they could to the front gate. It took them a few minutes to get there, as it was a large, sprawling base nearly half a mile from end to end. Once they were past the gate, both collapsed on the ground, panting both from their trek, and from being hit by hurricane Cassie.

They were waiting for nearly half an hour before they heard a low rumble from the ground nearby. Greg stood up and looked around at what might have been causing it, but saw nothing. Suddenly, two hands burst from the ground, working their way up and out until Cassie's head popped up, dirty and gasping for breath as she pushed herself out of the ground.

"Wow, it's really hard to breath down there." She said once she was standing on solid ground again.

"Uh, Cassie, what were you doing?" Greg asked.

"Digging." She said happily.

"Digging?" Dr. Sallenger asked, no longer trying to hide his shock, "But the ground here is solid granite. How could you manage to dig it out?"

"Uh doc, after what you've see her do, are you really that surprised?" Greg said.

"Point taken." The confused doctor said. "But what are you going to do now?"

"Just stand back and watch this." Cassie said.

She reached down with one hand and grabbed the edge of the hole she had made, her fingers digging into the hard stone with perfect ease. Suddenly, the entire base started to rise up off the ground. Cassie was lifting the entire place up with just one hand. It wasn't just the surface either. She had dug out a good amount of rock, creating a round platform out of the ground the base was resting on. She pulled it up out of the ground, lifting it hand over hand as it slowly rose out of the ground. By the time it was out, Greg saw just how much she had dug. The base was resting on a cylinder of rock nearly twenty feet from top to bottom. And it was all being supported by just one of Cassie's hands. She supported the massive weight with incredible ease, no part of her body showing even the tiniest amount of strain.

"How's this?" She said cheerfully.

"How is this possible?" Sallenger asked, his voice full of awe at her amazing strength.

"I'm strong." Cassie said simply.

"I can see that. But how are you able to lift something so heavy?"

"Heavy? This isn't heavy. Not to me anyway." Cassie said.

"W-what?"

"She's right you know." Greg said, "You should see the kinds of weights she lifts on a regular basis. It makes what she's doing now look like the world's strongest man lifting a single atom."

"You're joking. Right?"

"Nope."

"My god. And where exactly can you go to obtain this level of strength?"

"Come on doc, you know the answer to that already."

"Oh right. It's a secret."

"Bingo."

"Well, in that case, I think I can safely ask Ms. Doe here if she wants to join our little endeavor. I'm sure my superiors will be very eager to have you with us now that you've put on this little display."

Cassie giggled a bit, the weight of the pillar of stone and military base completely inconsequential to her. Even so, she still went and set it down with a slow, careful motion. She was clearly taunting the doctor, making him wait as long as she could before giving her answer. He just looked on it awe as she set the base gently back into its former position. She turned and looked at him with a wide, bright smile on her face.

"Nope, sorry. I'm not really interested in that kind of thing." She said.

"You're not? But, but..." Dr. Sallenger stuttered. He was apparently not used to people saying no so quickly. "But you could be doing real good in the world. Plus, you'll make quite a bit more than you do now."

"Yeah, I know, but I don't really care about that money too much. And you guys seem to be able to handle that kind of stuff without me. Plus, I like my life right now. It's fun."

"Fun? But you're country needs you."

"Well, you can tell the country that I'm sorry. I'll tell you what; if there's something so bad that nothing else you have will work, then we'll talk. But until then, I'm ready to go home now." She said.

"Sorry pal, but the lady has spoken." Greg said, clapping Dr. Sallenger on the back. "Now, I think it'd be best to just drop it and get that chopper going again, don't you?" He chuckled as he walked over to Cassie, placing an arm around her powerful shoulders. The two headed back into the base and over to the waiting helicopter. Without waiting for any kind of permission, Cassie got in and pulled Greg up into it next to her. They sat there until a pilot was told to take them back, and soon enough, they were underway.

"So? How was that?" Cassie asked once they were in the air.

"That was amazing." Greg said.

"Good. So, are you feeling better now?"

"Much, thank you."

"Of course. Any time you need some cheering up, just leave it to me." She said proudly.

"Sure thing." He said.

"But, for now, we've got a few hours to kill. What do you think we should do to pass the time?" Cassie asked, a naughty gleam in her bright blue eyes.

"I can think of a few thinks." Greg said, leaning in close to Cassie. The return flight was much bumpier than the first one.

[TheMoleUK]

I remember reading this when Randomizer first released it - wow, nearly 5 years ago...

An excellent story - as indeed were all his tales.

I hope he's well.

Thanks for the Cassie sized blast from the past! :-)

[TheMoleUK]

Does anyone here know what the other story (or stories) with Cassie are called?

The five parts were:-

1) The New Girl
2) Room 101
3) Disturbance (Posted here at You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login )
4) Demonstration
5) Unnamed? The New Girl Part 5?

They were posted on the much lamented © Saradas website.  I seem to recall a thread here with a link to an archive of all the © Saradas stories.  At least I think it was here?

If anyone knows where it is perhaps they could add a link?

PS:  Does anyone know why, when I type the name of the site where these stories were once posted, it comes up as @ Saradas instead?

Thanks.

@TheMoleUK - From the context, I suspect you mean the story site that rhymes with 'Fawna'.  If you see my notice here, send me a PM and we can discuss it.  Mod E15R91F