Climax, Chapter I
Heather discovers how strong she really is.
By Paul Smith (psmith_101@yahoo.com)

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




You and Heather have been dancing together in the nightclub for some time now. As the evening wore on, you move closer and closer together until eventually you are dancing cheek to cheek, crotch to crotch. As you feel Heather's tongue licking your ear, you realise just how lucky you are.

Heather Rivette is an extremely attractive girl - probably the most beautiful girl you have ever seen, let alone met. She has shoulder-length blonde hair, a gorgeous face and eyes that you could drown in. She keeps herself in shape and is blessed with an even tan, fairly large breasts and a nicely toned physique. In short, she could have any man she pleased - so why hadn't she? You yourself have seen several different guys ask her out, but she always said no. However, tonight was different. She was finally going to loose her virginity - to you!

*****

Holding onto Heather's hand with one hand, you use the other to flick on the lights to your flat.

"Very nice," she says, "but I'll have a proper look around later."

You lead her to the bedroom and reach into the bottom draw of your bedside cabinet. As you do so, Heather slips out of her red tiara. You pull out a condom from the draw and unwrap it. Heather unbuttons her bra and hangs it up on the chair by your desk. Her breasts are probably about 34DD and are surprisingly pert. Each of her teats are at least three quarters of an inch long and half an inch wide and are already visibly firming up. Now that you have a raging erection, you start to put the condom on your penis.

"Here," breathes Heather, moving closer, "let me do that."

She reaches forward and gently holds the lubricated condom. Then, she slowly lowers it to the tip of your penis and rolls it down your shaft. All the time, you are transfixed by her ample breasts as they hang down from her shapely figure. You can struggle to resist your orgasm, and judging by the fact that Heather is biting her lip, you sense that she is in a similar situation.

Once the condom is in place, you remove your shirt. You are now both completely naked. You lay back on the bed as Heather sensually lifts her hips up and onto your dick. As you enter her, you cannot contain you climax any longer. Embarassed that you have cum so soon, you look up at Heather, preparing to apologise. You see that she, too, is having an orgasm. Thank God for that!

As your orgasm comes to an end, Heather's continues. In fact, you realise that she has had not one orgasm but at least three, possibly four! After a few minutes, she finally stops shivering with pleasure. She pants like a wild animal as she regains her breath.

"Sorry-" you both start at once. You both pause, then burst out laughing.

"When we've recovered, perhaps we could try again?" you ask optimisically.

"Of course," Heather replies, "I enjoyed that so much - and it barely lasted more than a minute or two. In fact, I'm ready again now. How about you?"

"You must have orgasmed at least three times-"

"-four, actually-", Heather smiles.

"-yes. Anyway, how can you possibly have recovered so soon?"

"I don't know. It's as if each of climax gave me more energy. I don't understand it." she replies, "Uuuhhh!"

"What? What's wrong?"

"Nothing wrong," she pants, "Ooohh! I feeeel greeat!"

Then, before your eyes, Heather's breasts begin to inflate. She cannot resist fondling them, caressing her swelling nipples with her fingertips. Instantly, her teats snap erect, becomes at least 1.5 inches long - a full half an inch longer than their maximum length a few minutes ago.

"W-W-What's going on?" you stammer.

"I don't know," she replies, "But whatever it is - Mmmmm!! - I like it!"

Heather breasts continue to swell. Her chest must now be at least 54JJ and still growing! Her nipples are each at least 2.5 inches long and feel like nails to your touch. Then, you notice something even stranger than her growing breasts - her abs. She had always been blessed with a wonderfully flat stomach, but now Heather actually had a six-pack. It wasn't much at the moment, but the definition of the muscles was growing by the second. As you look at her arms you can actually see her biceps inflating like baloons. You can feel her buttocks growing larger and harder as they rub over your legs. Her six-pack is now extremely impressive, surpassing the size and definition of even the top female bodybuilders. Her other muscles are starting to reach female bodybuilder proportions as well.

Her nipples have now swollen to over 3 inches long and feel impossibly hard to her touch. You can feel her thighs and calves ballooning outwards, brushing over your skin as they swell. All of the muscles on her body are easily as large as the most muscular of female bodybuilders. However, her six-pack is far more defined than that any bodybuilder (male or female) you've ever seen - in fact, her stomach show more definition than you thought was possible. Each of the clefts between the neatly divided lumps of muscle is at least an inch deep - and they are becoming even more impressive by the second. Her breasts continue to grow for several minutes. The silence is occasionally punctuated by a sharp gasp of pleasure from Heather's moist lips.

About 10 minutes after the growth process had initially begun, Heather's body finally stops growing. Her breasts are each two foot in diameter and are perfectly spherical in shape, giving her a chest measurement of approximately 150MMM. Her nipples are now 4 inches long and 2 inches in diameter. Her abs are unbelievably defined - each division is at least two inches deep - despite this, you'd swear that her waist is actually slightly thinner than it was before. Her relaxed biceps are about 20 inches around - God knows how big they are when she flexes them! Her buttocks are now made of pure muscle and are much larger than they were, giving her an ridiculously exaggerated hourglass outline.

"Wow!" she says, her voice more sexy than ever. She fondles her breasts and then jokes, "I guess that clothes shopping will be a lot more difficult from now on!"

"Y-Yes!" you manage, struggling to take in the magnificent beauty of the musclegirl straddling your crotch.

"I feel so strong," she says, "Hmmm... I wonder."

Heather reaches to the side of the bed and grasps the dumbell that rests on the floor. She easily picks it up and starts doing on armed curls with it.

"My God! You've become wonder woman!" you manage, "I usually use that bar for squats - it's got over 250 pounds loaded onto it!"

"Really?" she asks, "it feels more like about 15 pounds to me."

"Incredible - that means you're..." you do a quick bit of mental arithmetic, "about 15 times stronger than you were before!"

"Really?" she says, tossing the dumbells aside, "I'll have to experiment with my strength later on. But first of all, let's fuck!"

Your penis is already erect, and has been since the moment Heather had started growing. She begins sliding her hips up and down over your dick. You notice that her cunt is a lot more moist than it was before, positively soaking your entire crotch with warm fluids.

"Uuhhhh!" she screams, as she climaxes again. The sight of her sweat-soaked muscles flexing with pleasure is enough to push you over the brink once again. Your jet of cum triggers another convulsion of pleasure from Heather.

"Ooohh!" she moans, as she reaches her second orgasm.

"Ahhh!" she screams, climaxing once more.

"FUCK me! This is INCREDIBLE!" she yells, cumming twice more. Her vagina spasms as it leaks several pints of love juices all over the bed.

Heather collapses on top of you, resting her warm bosum on top of your chest. She inhales deeply as she gets her breath back. After a few minutes, she has fully recovered.

"Lover," she says shyly.

"Yes?" you ask.

"I'm ready to take you again."

"ALREADY?"

"I feel replenished - stronger than ever, in fact."

"Hmm.. Why not try those dumbells again."

Heather reaches down and grabs the dumbells. She curls them even more easily than before. In fact, she doesn't appear to be exerting herself at all!

"Wow!" she says, "I HAVE become a lot stronger!"

"By how much?" you ask, "how heavy does the dumbell feel?"

"It's hard to say exactly - probably less than half a pound."

"HALF A POUND?!?" you reply, almost shouting, "that means you're about 500 times stronger than you were before!"

"Cool," she says.

"In fact," you begin, "I think I might be able to say what controls your strength increases."

You pick up your calculator from the top of your bedside table and do a few calculations.

"What?" asks Heather.

"If I've worked this out correctly, then you strength is increasing each time your orgasm, doubling in fact."

"It does? That just makes me even more randy! Does it do the same to you?" she breathes, giving you a sensual stare.

"Of course!"

Once again, Heather starts to drive her pelvis up and down, rubbing your dick over her clitoris over and over again. You notice that her cunt seems to be tighter than ever and is releasing even more love juices than last time. Some of her fluids are dripping off the end of the bed onto the carpet below. As she continues to thrust her vagina onto your penis, Heather arrives at her first climax. Within a few seconds it is followed by a second, then a third.

"YYEEEESSSSS!!" she yells as another orgasm rips through her nubile young body. You release your spunk deep inside her, the condom long since torn apart by Heather's vaginal muscles.

"Good God, YESSS!!" screams your girlfriend once more as another two orgasms pulse through her physique.

She climaxes once more and finally falls asleep. Within seconds, you join her in the land of nod.

As she sleeps, Heather becomes another hundred times stronger, making her a grand total of more than 65,000 times more powerful than she was just a few hours ago.

*****

You are awoken by the sound of shrieking metal. You sit upright in your bed, eyes wide open (unusual at this time in the morning) - you cannot believe what you see.

"Hi," breathes Heather orgasmically, "look how strong I am!"

She is holding your set of dumbells out in front of her. You notice that it has been loaded to the maximum - a total of 600 pounds. However, that's not the only unexpected thing you notice about the dumbells - they have also been folded in half, the two-inch thick solid steel rod bent over on itself like plastercine.

"I started to work-out with the your dumbells, but they were FAR too light. They felt as if they weighed just a few grams, so I tried to add more weight. However, even with the dumbell maxed out at 600 pounds, the weight was still a lot less than even ten grams as far as I could tell. I noticed that the bar was bending underneath it's own weight, which gave me an idea. I'm sorry, I hope you don't mind - I'll pay for some new ones."

"No, no, that's ok," you reply, "in fact, I wouldn't mind if you bent them some more."

"Really?" says Heather, a sexual half-grin spreading across her face, "I guess you like your girls superhumanly strong then, eh?"

Not waiting for an answer, Heather grasps an unbent portion of the bar in two hands. She places her wrists about an inch apart - giving her appallingly bad leverage. You notice that her small hands don't reach all the way around the bar. Suddenly, the room is again filled with the sound of screeching metal as the naked musclegirl in front of you rotates her wrists in opposite directions. The thick steel rod twists with comical ease as if it is just liquorish.

"Unbelievable!" you manage.

"Oooh!" says Heather, "I just LOVE exerting my strength!"

With that, she grasps the side of one of the heavy lead weights at the end of the dumbell. She grips the metal so fantastically tightly that it crumples beneath her grip like tin foil. Within seconds, she has torn a large clump of metal off and is kneeding it in her hands like play-doe.

"This is so easy!" she says, "I feel like I could take on the world!"

"With strength like that, you probably could!"

Heather smiles.

After making love to Heather again (she orgasms four times), you settle down to breakfast. You notice that Heather doesn't bother wearing any clothes, leaving you with a constant erection. As she eats her breakfast cereal, some of the milk dripples off her spoon and onto her enormous breasts. You lean down and lick it off. There is a window in the kitchen, which unfortunately doesn't have curtains. Three passers by have already walked into lampposts because they got so distracted by the view.

"Don't you think you should put some clothes on?" you ask.

"Why? I don't seem to feel the cold any more and I'm so proud of my new body that I don't care if people see me."

"What about the police? They might arrest you."

"I'd like to see them try," says Heather, easily tying her spoon into a double knot like it was a piece of string.

"I guess so. But what about me - my dick can't stay erect forever."

"I think that it can," mouthes Heather, her voice saturated with erotic promise.

"I guess you could be right. Come to think of it, I don't think that you putting on your clothes would help anyway - you look utterly gorgeous whatever you're wearing!"

Heather smiles and then kisses you. You respond, and she slowly lowers her hand to your crotch and caresses your penis.

"No," you manage, "not now. I've really got to get to work."

"Do you have to?"

"Trust me, I really don't want to - but I'm the boss, I've got to turn up or nothing gets done. I'm sorry."

"That's OK - I like a dedicated man."

You smile, so does she. Finishing your breakfast, you stand up and quickly get dressed. Heather accompanies you to the door and kisses you.

"I'll be waiting," she breathes.

You throat is so dry that you can't speak. You nod agreement and walk out of the open door rather stiltedly thanks to your raging erection. You turn around and wave goodbye to Heather. She blows you a kiss back and slowly shuts the door. The passers-by that have gathered to watch her slowly disperse.

*****

The work day seems to last forever. You are totally distracted - not a second goes by with you thinking of Heather. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the day is finally at an end. Driving home a little quicker than is safe (or legal, for that matter) you soon pull into your drive.

"Hi honey!" says Heather, running out of the door, still completely naked.

"Hi Heather!" you reply, hugging her. You feel her biceps - they feel harder than stone to your touch. "Is it just my imagination, or have you grown even more beautiful since this morning?"

Heather smiles.

"I'm not sure about that - but I have grown a lot stronger."

"How come?"

"Well, I could wait 'til you got home for more sex, so I masterbated."

By now, the entire street is watching the naked musclegirl who is standing in your drive.

"I think we should go inside," you say, leading her in through the front door.

"Yes. Anyway, I found it so enjoyable that I did it for most of the day."

"Most of the day?"

"Yes. I seem to enjoy cumming every time I do it."

"Really? How many times did you masterbate?"

"I'm not sure exactly - at least ten times, I think."

"Ten times! That means that your over a thousand times stronger than you were this morning! Wait a moment," you say, picking up your calculator, "that means that you're now...hmmm..that can't be right...My God, it is! You're now well over half a BILLION times stronger than your were when we first met!"

"Wow! That's pretty strong! But I thought you said that my strength doubled every time I climaxed?"

"I did - why?"

"I may have masterbated ten times, but I must have cum at least three times as often as that."

"W-What?" you reach for the calculator again, "534288 times 2 to the power of 30. Hmmm. Overflow. Hmmm. Well, 2 to the power of 10 is roughly 1000, so that means that you're about a 500,000 billion times stronger than before. That's about 500 trillion. I can't believe that - it's impossible. No-one can be that strong."

"Try me."

"I'm not sure how - there's not a lot which would be challenging to a girl who's 80,000 times stronger than the entire population of the Earth put together!" you say, half smiling.

"Doesn't mean we can't try," replies Heather, giving you an inviting stare.

"OK, Miss Rivette, I accept your challenge. She we ajorn to the back yard?"

"Certainly, my man," says Heather, playing along.

The crowd gathered outside the kitchen window waits for Heather's ultra-muscular buttocks to totally disappear from view until they finally disperse.

*****

"OK, let's start with something 'easy'," you say, walking up to the garden shed.

After unlocking it, you open the door to reveal a rusty old sit-on style lawn mower. Unlocking the brake, you manage to slowly wheel it out.

"This old thing hasn't worked in years," you say, "Why don't you lift it?"

"No problem."

Heather reaches down and grasps the metal floor by the padded seat. She grips the steel with a single hand so tightly that it wrinkles like paper. Then, she effortlessly lifts the 750 pound machine up in the air with a single hand. As she stands underneath the shadow of the lawn mower, you notice that her breasts are so large that they are the only part of her body that is still illuminated by the sun. You cannot resist reaching out and touching one of her nipples.

The instant you touch her nipple, it snaps erect, expanding from 2 to 4 inches in length in a fraction of a second. Your hand is throw off by the violent force, your hand feeling as if it has been hit by a 2 inch thick solid metal piston. The force is so great that you have to take a few steps back to stop yourself from falling over. Your hand hurts - there is circular bruise about 2 inches in diameter in the centre of your palm.

"Oh my God!" says Heather with genuine concern, "Are you OK?"

"Yes, just a little bruised," you reply, "I'll just have to remember to be more careful around your nipples, that's all!"

"Here, let me kiss it better."

Still holding the lawn mower above her head, Heather steps forward and takes your fingers in her free hand. You are amazed that a woman so fantastically strong can be so incredibly tender. She lifts you fingers to her mouth and inserts your smallest digit between her lips. She caresses it with her tongue, soaking it with saliva. After a moment, she gently removes it and inserts the next one. She repeats the process for all your fingers, and then starts to lick your palm. Her eyes close in bliss.

Amazingly, Heather's caresses actually DO take away the pain - not to mention the effect they're having on your loins! You feel Heather's body shudder as she climaxes. The steel between her fingers whines painfully as her grip tightens. You are amazed that she can exert so much force through one hand whilst being so delicate with the other. Miss Rivette lets a brief shriek of pleasure as another climatic wave overcomes her. Her cunt slowly oozes love juices. They trickle down her long, muscular legs before dripping onto the grass below. Two more orgasms rip through her young body before she is finally satisfied and she lets you have your hand back. After a while, her nipples return to their normal length and thickness.

She smiles and looks up at the heavy lawn mower she is still holding above her head. Her fingers have subconsciously mangled the steel a little more than she had originally intended - the machine is now egg-timer shaped, crushed like and empty tube of toothpaste by Heather's overwhelming power.

"Stand back," says Heather.

You oblige. She easily tightens her grip, crushing through the mangled remains of the mower completely. The two twisted halves crash to the ground, bouncing off her muscular shoulders as they do so. They bounce off her voluptous body like they are made of polystyrene.

"Wow!" you say.

"That's not all," she replies, "watch this!"

She reaches down and picks up a spade that is resting against the wall. She slowly moves it closer to her right nipple. She holds the half-inch thick steel within millimetres of the shovel before finally making contact. The ice-cold metal makes her nipples instantly snap erect. The steel is immediately punctured with a loud 'twang' as her nipples easily overpowers it. She then lets go of the spade with her hands. The full weight of the spade is effortlessly supported by a single nipple. Her erect teat sticks out two inches from the punctured steel, totally oblivious by the 2 kg twisting force that is being applied to it.

Heather grasps the handle with her hand and pulls the spade to her right. Her nipples easily cuts a path through the thick metal, ripping it apart like melted cheese. Miss Rivette discards the useless spade.

"Impressed?"

"Of course!" you reply, "But none of the things you did require you to be 8 quadrillion times stronger than a normal human being - you could be 'just' a few thousand times more powerful than before, and still be able do those things."

"Don't worry, lover, there's more to come."

Heather takes you by the hand and leads you round the side of the house and out into the front yard. She leads you down the high street. Everybody is staring. The men's eyes are filled with lust, and the women's are filled with envy. In fact, you notice that some of the women who have stopped to stare have damp crotches - no doubt leading them to seriously question their sexuality. You even notice two men holding hands stop and look at Heather's naked physique. Judging by the bulges in their shorts, you guess that your girlfriend may have just changed their sexuality. EVERYONE is staring. Even if Heather isn't embarassed, you can help feeling awkward on her behalf.

"Do you HAVE to go everywhere naked?" you ask.

"Why not?"

"Everyone's looking."

"So what? I like giving people a thrill - it excites me."

"I guess so. Just make sure you don't walk near a busy highway or something - you might cause a serious accident." You're not joking - she really is that beautiful.

"Don't worry, lover - I won't," says Heather, "Anyway, here's the place I want to show you."

You look up at the sign above the shop. It says 'Dave's Safes.' You also notice a note in the window that reads:

"Our safes are guaranteed to be unbreakable. If you can break open one of our safes, we'll pay you whatever's inside."

Heather walks in, making the door chime. You quickly follow.

"Good morn-" the shopkeeper looks up, gulps, clears his throat and starts again, "Good morning, Ma'am. Chilly outside, is it?"

"No, Dave, my nipples are always this big," says Heather.

Dave coughes, nearly choking.

"Are you OK?" asks Heather.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine," he says, recovering.

"I'm here to take up the safe-breaking challenge."

"Certainly Ma'am. And what tool would you like to use - crowbar, hammer or chainsaw?"

"I won't be needing any of them."

"I'm afraid that the rules state that only those tools are allowed - explosive and pnuematic compressors are banned, I'm afraid."

"What about brute musclepower?"

"You're joking, right?"

"No."

"Look lady, I can see that you're pretty damn buffed, but NOBODY is that strong. Stop wasting my time."

"Humour me - I assure you that I'm not wasting your time."

"Fine, fine, whatever," says Dave, shaking his head, "Here's the safe - and if you can open using just brute strength, I'll give you double!"

The shopkeeper hands Heather a small safe. It's about a foot along each edge, but made of toughened steel, so it's clearly quite sturdy.

"This? Is this all that I have to break open? Don't you have anything a bit more...challenging?"

"What? Oh, what the hell. Try this instead."

Dave directs Miss Rivette to a much larger safe beside the desk. It's about 4 foot tall and is clearly a lot more heavy-duty than the smaller safe.

"Hmmm...I was still expecting something a bit bigger," says Heather calmly.

"BIGGER! I don't believe for a second that you could so much as dent even the smallest safe in my shop with your bare hands - let alone this motherfucker."

"I'm serious - show me your largest safe."

"OK, sure - but only to watch you make a fool out of yourself."

By now a crowd has gathered. Dave leads the pair of you to the back of the shop. The entire back wall is taken up by a huge safe door at least 12 foot high.

"This is the latest in bank-vault technology. It's made of three foot thick compressed titanium and weighs over a thousands tonnes. Even a tank couldn't so much as scratch one of these things - nothing less than a nuclear blast would have any effect."

"Oh," says Heather. She sounds disappointed. "Is that the best you've got?"

"YES, LADY, IT IS," says the shopkeeper, growing tired of humouring this woman.

"I'll tell you what," says Heather, "if I can break it open using just raw strength, then you'll pay for the damage. How's that for a deal?"

"You're mad lady - you're never going to do it," says Dave, "Still, if you can it'll be worth seeing. Sure, you've got yourself a deal."

"Excellent," says Heather before whispering in your ear: "Watch THIS, doubting Thomas!"

She strides up to the huge metal vault and rests her physique against the thick titanium alloy. She closes her eyes and thinks of your. Instantly, her nipples snap erect, ramming themselves over 2 inches into the metal. A loud shriek of tearing metal echoes through the room. The shopkeeper's jaw drops. Two members of the watching crowd pass out.

As Heather continues to think about making love to you, her clitoris starts to grow, pulsing outward with each heartbeat. Soon, it has emerged from her vagina and is pressing against the cold metal. The titanium is first dented by the pressure and then starts to buckle as her clitoris embeds itself deeper and deeper into the metal. The sound of twisting metal is enormous.

After a few moments, the noice finally stops. Even though none of Heather's limbs are even touching the vault, she has got an extremely secure grip on the metal. She sensually steps backwards, deliberately flexing her muscle-packed buttocks as she does so. The 3 foot thick metal door bends outwards towards her, whining and squealing in pain. As she takes another easy step backwards, the door is finally torns from it's hinges. Unbelievable!

Heather takes a deep breath, filling her lungs with air. As her chest expands, her enormous mammaries rise up towards her neck and her pelvis moves backwards slightly. This has the effect of moving her nipples further away from her clitoris - with the inevitable result.

The three foot thick compressed titanium door is torn in half like a single sheet of damp toilet tissue by the power of Heather's sexual organs alone. The lower half slides off her engorged clitoris and smashes against the floor toppling over backwards with an almighty clang. Heather turns around, the 75 tonne slab of titanium still impaled on her erect teats.

"Do I win then?"

The shopkeeper tries to speak, his mouth opening and shutting without making a sound. After a few attempts, he passes out and falls to the floor.

"In-fucking-credible," you say.

"Glad you liked it."

You notice that the captive chunk of metal rises and falls with every breath Heather takes - the fantastic weight is clearly totally insubstatial to her.

"I guess that proves that you're at least a few billion times stronger than normal. Still doesn't show that you're a few quadrillion times more powerful than you were before, though," you say, smiling.

"Hmmm... I'm determined to prove more of my strength to you. Let me see...Ah! I've got it! Follow me!" Again, you follow Heather as she tears the enormous lump of mangled titanium from her breasts and leaves the shop. You are both careful not to stop on any of the unconscious bodies that litter the doorway to the shop.

"At least we'll get a little privacy now," you joke.


To be continued...