by Paul Smith

Delina moves house; or should that be 'moves a house'?

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WARNING: only suitable for those over 21 years of age.

You hear a low, rumbling sound. Then, the whole building shakes violently around you. Soon, the floor is sloping. You climb over to the window. Looking down, you see Delina Slapow ripping the house from its foundations. She is soon holding the building above her. You dash down the steps, out the door and go to greet her.

"Hi!" she says, throwing the house aside. It lands across the street and explodes on impact. She did it casually, like it weighed nothing at all.

"M-my house!"

"What? That was you house? It seemed so light and crumbly I couldn't seriously believe it was made of real bricks. I guess I sometimes don't know my own strength."

At this, Delina reaches to her side and rips a lamp post from the ground. She then proceeds to snap it in half like a twig.

"You're right," she says, casually throwing the two halves aside, "All concrete does feel that puny."

"It's not the concrete that's weak, it's you that's ridiculously strong."

"Yeah right!" she exclaims, "Anyone can do this."

At this, Miss Slapow reaches for your car and lifts it clean off the ground. Then, she tightens her grip so that the metal wrinkles. She begins to carefully push her hands together with such force that the car buckles. The windows blow out and your jaw drops. She continues to compress your car until it is just a smear between her muscle-packed arms.

"See, easy. Anyone could have done it," explains Delina, "That metal felt like putty. Caroline tells me its that easy for her, so I guess its the same for everybody."

"No, she's strong too."

"What? Amanda said so too. So did Sandy and Laura. Although Laura said she found it a bit difficult, but I guess she's just a bit of a wimp."

"Laura? A wimp? She's one of the strongest women alive!"

"You're kidding me. You mean other women aren't that strong?"

"No, it's just you and my other girlfriends."

"Sorry, but I just can't believe that; it's ridiculous!" she replies, "Go and lift that van over there."

"I can't."

"Don't be silly. Try."

You walk over to the van. You slide you hands underneath and strain to lift it. Needless to say, you don't succeed. Delina reaches out and delicately forces her little finger through the side of the van. Her finger tears through the metal like it were paper. Then, she casually lifts her arms upward, holding the vehicle high above her head.

"See. Easy. How could you not do that? It's as light as a feather!"

To prove the point, Delina places each of her hands on either end of the van. She grips it tightly, crinkling the metal. The she proceeds to twist the van in half. The metal protests loudly, buckling with no apparent resistance. The sides of the car are wrinkled, and the windows explode outwards. Miss Slapow continues to wring the car like a piece of cloth. The metal starts to tear, ripping down the centre. Delina pulls the car apart, until she is holding the two halves in each hand. The torn chassis is sharp and jagged where she has applied her brute strength.

"Are you seriously telling me that you couldn't do that?"

"Yep. As I said, only you and a few other women are THAT strong."

"Excellent. Are all women as randy as me?"

"No. You seem to enjoy sex a lot more than ordinary ladies."

She gives you a sexy glance, scoops you up in her powerful arms and carries you into the woods.

"Do you find me erotic?" she asks.

"Yes! Of course I do! You're the most beautiful woman on the planet! And the strongest too!"

"You find my strength erotic?"

"Yes. Very."

"Oh well then, we'll have to see what we can do..."

You examine Delina's body. She is wearing an extremely tight, shiny, black swimsuit, allowing her perfect curves to be easily seen in the bright sunlight. Her breasts swell from her figure like two beachballs, smothered in sweat. Millions of tiny droplets slowly run down her body, making it glisten beautifully. Her defined muscles flex as she wraps her strong arms around the large oak in front of her. She bends her knees a little, making her buttocks bulge erotically. Then, with the upmost of ease, she literally tears the tree from its roots.

"Are you seriously telling me other people can't do this?"

"Yep."

"That truly is amazing. To me, it feels a light as a feather, as weak as a twig. I'll show you."

At this, Delina snaps the massive oak in half like it were a twig, the wood splintering loudly as it tears down the centre. She holds each half briefly in each hand before slowly crushing them to oblivion. Her impressive triceps grow outwards, reflecting the sunlight perfectly. She lets the splinters fall to the ground.

"See. Easy."

You look doubtful.

"If you thought that was good, you'll be really impressed by this."

Miss Slapow strides out of the woods, and into the car park behind an office block. She walks fowards, not even flinching as powers her way through the brick wall that obstructs her route. You walk through the hole her body has just made, carefully stepping over the debris.

Delina continues to march forwards, thumping her gorgeous feet so hard against the tarmac that it crumbles. She brushes the cars aside, sending them spinning across the car park, ramming them so hard into other vehicles that the metal buckles. Miss Slapow can unleash that much power with just a flick of the wrist. Make no mistake, this is one hell of a strong woman.

"Watch this, lover!" says Delina, pressing her curvy body against the side of the building.

She crouches down on her haunches, making her muscular buttocks bulge powerfully. Then, she eases her hands into the side of the wall. Slowly, she begins to stand, lifting the building with her. Her muscles flex even more, creating hundreds of tiny rips in the swimsuit allowing her tanned skin to be seen. Her stomach ripples with power as she levers the massive object above her head. Soon, she is holding the entire office block above her head - and still she seems to be having no difficulty.

"Uh!" she shouts, throwing the massive tower block high into the air. Several seconds later it returns to earth, shattering into millions of tiny fragments, making the ground shake violently.

A massive boulder starts to move, and is suddenly thrown aside, revealing Miss Slapow's perfect physique.

"Look what I found."

Delina lifts her muscular arm upwards, revealing that it is holding a VCR.

"I'll show you how strong I am."

Miss Slapow walks over to you, allowing you a clear view where her hand grasps the VCR. She starts to squeese. The metal crinkles, buckling easily. You watch as Delina's delicate fingers rip through the solid metal, shattering the plastic clock at the front. Then, she grasps each end in a different hand and casually tears it clean in half, making the steel look like paper. She hands you the two parts. Looking at them, you see that the edges are very jagged and, as much as you try, you can barely bend the metal at all; even though Miss Slapow seems to have no difficulty whatsoever.

"Amazing," you say, "How did you get so strong?"

"I've been bodybuilding for years. I watched my muscles get noticably bigger every time I trained. It fascinated me. Soon, I managed to lift a car clean off the ground, then I managed to uproot a tree. I kept on training, getting stronger and stronger. I managed to rip a car in half. Still I kept on bodybuilding. I decided to enter a competion; I won. I even managed to lift a boat clean out of the water. Still, I kept on building my muscles. Now, I cannot find a single feet of strength that I cannot do. I always thought everyone was this strong, but that appears to be not true. So here I stand, my muscular, sweaty, voluptous body easily ripping thick sheets of metal in half. The best thing of all is that you love me, and you love my strength. That makes me SO excited. I want to shag you. Now."

You can hardly refuse an invitation like that.

"S-sure."

"You can't believe how happy that makes me."

At this, Delina's breasts start to swell, bulging from her chest like two beachballs. Soon her swimsuit cannot stand the strain and rips down the centre, the two patches of material fluttering to the floor. She rips off the one remaining piece of fabric that covers her deep, warm cunt. Love juices flood onto the tarmac. Her breasts continue to swell. Her nipples protrude from her physique like two little flagpoles. Hot milk starts to leak from them, running down her hard tits. She moves a little closer to you, her buttocks clenching together unbelievably tightly. You can only just see her face over her inflated breasts. She smiles at you, and you smile back. Her breasts swell some more.

She lays down and spreads her legs. You look down at her. Her bust bulges towards you, spraying milk up into the air, raining down behind you. You look at her muscle-packer stomach, rippling as it is tensed by its gorgeous owner. Her arms are thick with muscles, dying to caress you. You lower yourself on top of her, sliding you erect penis deep into her moist cunt. Her nipples launch a torrent of milk over you shoulder, high up into the air. He tits grow some more, ripping through the last threads of her clothing.

"Oh YES!" she screams, clenching her buttocks. They easily grind the tarmac into a pile of fine dust.

You begin to slide you pelvis back and forth.

"Uh UH UHHH!" she shouts, clenching her fists. The rubble explodes as it is squeesed by her strong hands.

You grope her humungous breasts, causing a jet of milk to blast out, splattering a building with such force that it drills a hole.

"Oh good God, YESSSS!!!" she screams at the top of he voice.

All the muscles in her body stretch. She arches her back compulsively, lifting you from the ground.

"FUCK! YESSSS!!! OH OH OHHHHH YESSS!!"

You both climax together, her body shivering with pleasure as her cunt smothers your body with cum, quickly turning the area around you into a swimming pool. Her breasts bulge once more, launching a jet into a tree with such raw power that the tree is quickly knocked to the ground. As both recover from your orgasm, you flop forward a little, so that you are resting your head on her vast bust.

"That was amazing," breathes Delina, "Do it to me again."

And you do.