by Paul Smith

When a girl gets excited, there's no telling what can happen.

Note: A collection of my stories is now available on Diana's site. The URL is:

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(If you have any stories like this or you've got some good ideas for future stories then don't hesitate to email me at psmith_101@yahoo.com)

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

You walk into your local gym. You hear the sound of barbells clanging in the corner. As you approach, you also hear the sound of rythmical breathing. As you turn the corner, you are confronted by the most beautiful sight you have ever seen. The woman in front of you is wearing only a particularly skimpy red bikini. She is evenly tanned, sweating heavily, and very attractive. Her breasts are absolutely enormous, their hard spherical form stretching her tight lycra top to its limits. However, the most amazing thing about her is her muscles. They descent in ripples from her broad shoulder blades, pulsating rythmically as she easily lifts the heavy weights up and down. She places the weights on the ground, raising her firm buns skywards, before again standing erect, and staring at you, eye to eye, and pouting erotically. You can see the bulges in her bikini were her nipple poke outwards.

After staring, open mouthed, at you for some time, she manages:

"I want to screw you," she slowly licks her lips, "more than I want anything else in the world."

At this, she reaches up and undoes her hairband, and shakes her golden blonde hair down from its bun. The effect is sensational.

"Y-yes," you manage to reply.

She takes a deep, irregular breath inwards, making her chest stretch up towards her neck, and breathes:

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

You hear the lycra whine as her breasts inflate a little. You begin to understand how "happy" she really is. You begin to unbutton your shirt.

"No," she states, "let me do that for you."

She grasps your shirt tightly, and pulls it apart with her bare hands, the buttons being catapulted around the room as the shirt is ripped in two. She lets the two torn halves fall to the ground.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist. I just LOVE using my strength."

"Could I just ask - how strong are you, exactly?"

"I don't know," she says, running her fingers up her shapely physique.

"You don't know? You must have some idea!"

"I don't know, because I haven't yet found ANYTHING that I can't do!"

"Yeah, right! Try bending those dumbells you were lifting!" you say, knowing full well that she couldn't possibly be that strong.

"Okay," she replies, reaching down for the thickest of the weights. She lifts it easily using only one hand.

She places her index finger on the top, and the two around it on the bottom, before her gaze returns to you.

"If you can do it like that, then I'll be really impressed!" you say, the fact that she is so easily supporting a 500kg weight using only two fingers failing to dawn on you.

She smiles and turns her gaze to her fingertips. You see her fingers tense, and they begin to press against the metal. Then, to your amazement, her index finger begins to crush an imprint into the tough metal, squashing it like play-doe. The two other fingers do the same, but in an upwards direction. Soon, the iron pole is forced to bend, twisting upwards like moist putty. Your jaw drops, and she smiles pleasantly at you. As the two halves twist apart and drop to floor, she says:

"See, told you."

It takes you several seconds to recover.

"I d-don't believe it!"

You reach down for one half of the fallen dumbell and attempt to pick it up. Seeing that you are having difficulty, the woman reaches down and uses one hand to easily lever it up to eye level. Trying to ignore this fantastic feat of strength, you attempt to bend what you believe MUST be plastercine, given that that's what she made it look like. Needless to say, your attempts fail. The steel remains as solid as a rock - except in the woman's hands. She pulls it from your grasp, and crushes it in the palm of her hand like it were tin foil. It crushes with no apparent resistance, buckling like paper. As her grip tightens, it begins to ooze between her finger like treacle. Is there no limit to her unbelieveable strength?

Still smiling, she throws the uneven lump of metal aside and turns to face you, her mighty chest heaving erotically.

"Do you find me erotic?"

"Yes!" you reply, "Your face is gorgeous, your boobs are fantastic, your muscles are amazing - and your strength is just unbelieveable!"

"You find my strength erotic?"

"Yes, very much!"

"Well have to see what we can do," she ponders.

She reaches forward and grasps your jeans. Then, in one swift, easy motion, she tears them from your body, shredding them like paper. Now, she can see your pants - and the bulge where your erect penis sits. She sucks her breath in violently.

"Do you mind me asking - what's your name?"

"Tonya. Tonya Night, you gorgeous hunk of meat!" she mouthes, her breathing becoming irregular as she stares, open mouthed, at the bulge in your clothing.

As her excitement increases, you hear her bikini top whine once again as her boobs swell visibly. Suddenly, there is a violent "twang!" as the fastener at the back snaps, catapulting her bikini top across the room. As it flutters to the ground, you focus of her tits. She makes no attempt to hide them. They are absolutely enormous, swelling from her figure like two particularly large melons. They are covered in sweat and are incredibly pert. Her nipples are fully erect, and so are as hard as nails. Sweat runs of them and drips onto the floor.

Recovering from her excitement, she strides over to a thick metal beam that runs from the floor to the ceiling, allowing you to see her rear for the first time. Her back is heavly muscled, each bulge stretching and contracting as she approaches the pole. Her buttocks are large and, judging by their the way they pulsate as she walks, made of solid muscle. Her legs are long and equally well muscled, and clearly capable of some quite ridiculous feats of strength.

Eventually, she reaches the rod. She wraps her strong legs around it, and begins to climb up it. You hear her nipples as they scrap against the metal, no doubt ripping it to shreds. You notice, as she gets higher, that liquid is dripping from her body, more specifically her cunt. You walk forward and examine the substance. It is very warm, and very gooey. It is also slighty milky in colour.

"Is this what I think it is?" you ask

"Yep. I produce rather a lot!"

"But not this much, surely!" you say, surveying the ever-growing puddle at your feet.

"Oh no, I produce far more than that."

At this, she rips off the lower half of her bikini and throws it down to the ground. You walk over and pick it up. It is completely sodden with her love juices. You notice that now that they are not contained, the rate that her love juices are dripping onto the ground has increased greatly.

Tonya reaches the top and shouts to you. As you look up, you can see all her body - her vast breasts have wrapped themselves around the pole, her muscle-packed arms, legs and stomach can all be seen - except her cunt; the beam covers it. She grasps the beam tightly with one hand, and lets go with her legs. Amazingly she is now, quite casually, supporting her entire bodyweight at an awkward angle using just one hand. Next, she begins to swing her body outwards, allowing you to see her cunt for the first time. It is warm, hairy and clearly very moist - even now it dribbles cum.

Then, she lets go of the pole. She plummets to the ground, before landing delicately on the floor and taking a bow. You stare at her completely naked body; each of her muscles flexing and bulging in turn, her bust still inflating, becoming harder and larger by the second, and at her beautiful face, pouting erotically at you. She swings her boobs away from you as she turns to face the pole once again. She grasps it with one hand once again, but this time she is slightly less delicate with it - her fingers rip through it like a knife through butter. Then, she pulls the bar towards her, easily force the metal to bend like liquorish, twisting at her fingertips with absolutely no resistance as far as you can tell. You hear the bolts snapping, one by one, as the beam is ripped from its fixings by Miss Night's fantastic strength. Soon, she is holding the immense object above her head, waving it about like a baseball bat, using only one hand! Whilst blowing kisses to you, she accidentally takes out another support strut. Pieces of plaster rain down on you as the building prepares to collapse. Alerted by this, she scoops you up in her arms, and runs through a wall like it were made of cardboard, breeze blocks shattering like they were made of sand against her hard body. She puts you down and turns to watch as the building falls apart.

"Whoops," she says, "now, where was I - oh yes, I was just demonstrating my strength, wasn't I?"

At this, she turns to a car beside her. She places her hands on top, and presses down. The roof caves in almost immediately, and the windows shatter, making an enormous amount of noise. Soon, her hands are pressing into the seats. They crumple easily, the stuffing seeping out of the rips as the chairs twist and snap at her command. Eventually, her hands are pressing against the chassis of the car, forcing it to touch the ground. This has the side effect of making the front and the back of the car rise up, resulting in the car becoming U-shaped. She continues to press her hands down a little to far, and accidentally forces a hole in the tarmac with just her bare hands. She turns to you and says:

"Now, lets fuck!"

She tears off you pants, and throws them aside. As you dick springs skywards, her tits inflate some more. They are now each the size of beachballs - and still growing.

"Do your breasts ever stop inflating?" you ask.

"Not as far as I know. Once, I used them to demolish a tower block. I sat on the ground floor, and thought about sex. Needless to say, my tits begain to inflate, ripping through my skimpy clothing and showing everybody my body - but I don't care about that! Soon, my breasts had filled most of the reception area, and were rubbing against the roof, scraping off tiles like sand. They even completely crushed a lift without me actually noticing! Minutes later, I had lifted the building from its foundations, its entire weight supported only by my boobs. I stood up, throwing the complete 50-storey building aside like it weighed nothing. In fact, to me, it did!"

Staring at the fantastic chest presented to you now, you don't find that so hard to believe. You reach forward and squeese her breasts, causing a jet of steaming hot milk to blast out across the car park, drilling a hole in another vehicle. She manhandles you onto the tarmac, so that you are lying, face up, ready to recieve her. For the obvious reason of her tits' gigantic size, she had to mount you sitting upright, rather than lying down. Even so, her boobs still touch you body. As Tonya slips her warm vagina over you erect rod, you both suck you breath in violenty. Miss Night begins heaving her pelvis back and to, sending you both to unparalleled level of ecstacy. She shivers with pleasure, her hands grinding up the tarmac like sand. Her breasts have now grown so much that, in order to see her face, you have to look down her ample cleavage.

As climax approaches, Miss Night grabs a car's bonnet with such force that it is crushed instantly - and she doesn't even notice. As her motion become more and more erratic, her enormous globes begin to wobble around like jelly on a plate. They have now grown so much that they reach past you head, and her nipple hook underneath a car. Her breasts still growing at a constant rate, it is not long before the vehicle is tipped end over end by the sheer pertness of her tits alone.

Suddenly, violently, she shudders. Her nostrils flare and she throws her head back compulsively. She screams:

"Oh YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

All her muscles bulge rythmically, and her vagina squirts cum all over you body like never before. Her nipples blast a stream of thick milk clean out of the car park, raining down in some woodland several miles away. She reaches down and squeeses you body against hers, wrapping your body in between her vast tits. You join her in orgasm, your pathetic burst of cum completely dwarfed by her mammoth climax.

Eventually, you both calm down enough. After she has regained her breath, Tonya turns to you and says breathily:

"Do you want to do it again?"

"Yes!"

And so you do - continuously for the next month, stopping only to eat and sleep. Whats more, sex with her gets twice as enjoyable every time!