A superwoman is born.

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

Erotika was strapped into the chair, thick steel clamps pinning her wrists to the metal armrests. Her legs were secured equally tightly. Miss Muscula was a beautiful woman, long golden brown hair, large breasts and a tanned complexion. She was not particularly muscular, only enough to stay in shape. The U.S. government had captured her, and were now forcefully tying her to the chair. Erotika struggled, but it was in vain - she was outnumbered and was not strong enough. Their task complete, the men who had been fixing her in place left the room, bolting the iron door behind them. As the echoes died away, Miss Muscula looked around. The room was very plain, all painted white, with no windows. The only objects in it were the chair she was sitting on, and a strange contraption that looked worryingly like a gun. It was pointed at her. With renewed energy, Erotika Muscula struggled again, but to no avail.

Looking upwards, Erotika noticed that there were a battery of security cameras, all trained on her. Resigning herself to her fate, Miss Muscula pondered on her fate: what was going to happen next?

In the control room, switches were flicked, causing a lines of monitors to judder into life. The upper row showed the room where Erotika sat from a variety of different angles. The lower row displayed information on Miss Muscula's heart rate, her brain activity as well as several other readings. One of the engineers pressed a button labelled 'ON'.

In the room, Erotika rapidly turned to look at the 'gun' as it jumped into life, giving off a low humming noise.

"Is the patient secure?" asks an engineer.

After looking down at a panel of lights, another figure replies: "Bolts locked, clamps sealed. She's not going anywhere unless we say so."

"The high-energy electron gun is ready?"

"Everything's okay here, sir," replies another engineer.

"Enable the electron chambre."

The frequency and volume of the gun's humming rises. Erotika knows that fate is upon her.

"Focus the beam."

The end of the gun dilates.

"Are the electrons heated?"

"Yes sir!"

"Fire!"

In the room, Miss Muscula screams as the beam hits her. It spreads out from the gun so that it encompasses her entire body, surrounding her with a green aura.

Then, her body starts to grow, swelling visibly. Her legs seem to inflate, becoming far harder and more muscular by the second. The metal clamp that held at gripped them so tightly started to stretch, the metal whining under the strain. In the control room, panic reigned.

"Shut it off! The power was supposed to overwhelm her, not be absorbed by her!"

"Sir, I can't! The rate of flow seems to be increasing exponentially, and nothing I do seems to effect it!"

"What?!!'

"Originally, the device was set to 50kW, but already its got to 50MW, and is still rising," there was panic in his voice, "See! it just went to 500MW!"

"Evacuate! Everyone out!"

The scientists flooded out of the control room.

Back in the white room, Erotika's body continued to grow. Her legs were now thick with muscle, the clamp a long distant memory, torn apart by her thigh's sheer size. Her arms had swollen, ripping through the bolt around her wrist mangled beyond repair. Her biceps were huge, especially now that they were being compulsively tensed by their owner. Miss Muscula's chest had also grown dramatically, snapping the thick rope that had tied her to the chair. Her breasts were now truly vast, and were still growing. Her clothing had been ripped in two by her fantastic muscular development, allowing her stomach to be seen. Her abdominal muscles were like a six-pack, and were rippling as they were flexed by Erotika.

As her muscle-size increased, Miss Muscula found that the pain seemed to subside, until it went altogether. Even so, she could still feel the power flooding into her body. In the control room, the counter reached 500GW.

Still sitting in the beam, Erotika looked down at herself. Her breasts obstructed her view of her lower body completely, especially now that they had ripped through her clothing. They were easily each as large as a fully inflated beachball, and were rock solid to the touch. Her nipples poked fowards like flagpoles, and were as hard as nails. Miss Muscula looked at her arms. She curled one of her arms, flexing the bicep to dramatic effect; it inflated like a balloon and prevented her from pulling her arm much further than the 90 degree mark. She had to admit it, she was impressed - and she felt really good. Her body didn't ache or have any difficulty moving whatsoever, as a body normally would - she felt absolutely fantastic! She stood up and stretched. Her fingertips touched the roof, and poked little holes in it. Erotika didn't even notice.

Miss Muscula looked at her stretched body. Even now, her muscles descended in ripples along her arms, her buttocks clenched together like two steel balls. As she tensed her buns, they expanded, ripping through her jeans. As they flopped to the floor, Erotika realised that she was completely naked; but the strangest thing was that she didn't care! She was happy to let all and sundry observe her magnificent physique. The counter had now reached 50TW.

Erotika turned round. Her ankles tore through the clamps that had held them. Again, Miss Muscula didn't notice. She pondered upon her strength. Would she be strong enough to lift barbells? Or possibly even the chair in front of her? It was weighed down with lead, she knew that, but she wanted to see what this amazing new body of hers could do. She leaned forward, and wrapped her beefy arms around the chair. Her breasts rested between the armrests, their diameter so great that they only just fitted, completely filling up the room normally taken up by a persons entire lower body.

Erotika's muscles flexed impressively and she began to attempt to lift the chair. Then, several things happened at once:

1) The steel bolts holding the chair to the ground stretched and snapped. Miss Muscula had been mistaken in thinking that it was just weight that kept it on the ground.

2) The chair rose very quickly indeed, Erotika's gorgeous body manhandling it like it were made of polystyrene.

3) The chair buckled inwards where Miss Muscula gripped it; so that, in less than a second, she had squeesed the centre of the chair like a tube of toothpaste, mangling thick sheets of steel like they were tin foil. They made as similar noise as they were crushed beyond repair.

Erotika stopped her rapid motion and stood, motionless. She hadn't felt the least bit of resistance - if it wasn't for her memory telling her otherwise, she would have sworn that the chair really HAD been made of foil. She couldn't believe it.

The counter reached 50PW.

Miss Muscula let the mangled heap drop. It clanged noisily as it slammed against the floor, denting it - proving that it wasn't as light as Erotika thought. Erotika turned her body once again to the gun. She could still feel the power flooding into her. The pain had completely gone. Her body had stopped growing, but she could still feel herself getting stronger and stronger by the second. Her physique was now incredible - her muscles were like rocks, so hard that they only moved when Erotika flexed them. They were amazingly smooth, and flowed from onto the other in a way that can only be described as serpentine. Her shoulders was broad, widened by layers upon layers of thick, powerful muscle. Her arms were thicker than most peoples thighs, making them look like they were made of several balloons stuck together. She was a true muscle-woman. However, she still looked femine; in fact, more so than ever. Her breasts were literally the size of the largest of beachballs, and levitated in front of like two zeplins. Her figure thinner at her stomach, and widened around her hips, flowing faultlessly onto her legs like a dream. Her skin was perfectly tanned, even around her eroginous regions. Her legs where like tree trunks, thanks to the thick coating of muscle that clung to them. In short, she had a body that dreams are made of.

The counter reached 500EW, meaning (by my calculations) that she could have lifted 5000 billion tonnes above her head from the ground in a fraction of a second with absolutely no difficulty at all.

Erotika set to work on the gun. She grasped the end, her fingers squeesing through it like hot knives through butter, making it ooze like treacle. Then she held the other end with her other hand (with a similar effect), and tore it from its fixings. The bolts snapped like twigs. The wiring sparked briefly before tearing completely. In the control room the counter went blank. Mis Muscula pressed her hands together. In one quick, easy motion the gun compressed into a smear between her arms like it were made of paper. The metal had whined loudly as it buckled, twisting and ripping in Erotika's bare hands.

Miss Muscula through the mangled sheet aside, imbedding it several feet into the wall. She turned for the door. It was of the thick steel variety, with an assortment of bolts and locks across it to keep it shut. Erotika just walked through it, the door bending like play-doe as, breasts first, she powered forwards. Now, Miss Muscula was in a long, white hallway. She went left. She came to a doorway marked 'Control room' and marched in, completely oblivious to the fact that the iron-clad door had been locked. It fell like drawbridge.

Erotika surveyed the room. She saw the views of the white room where she had been experimented on. She saw the screens full of static where connection with the electron gun had been lost. She saw the chair strewn across the floor in the staff's keeness to evacuate. She saw a room full of weak, puny objects on which to test out her new-found strength.

First, Miss Muscula reached down and gripped a chair. Her fingers tore through the padding, shredding it in a fraction of a second. Then, she pushed her hand downwards. The central support beam whined as it buckled. Erotika continued pushing until the top of the chair touched the floor, meaning that the wheels had been crushed to oblivion. Now, she turned her attention to the control panel. She drew back a fist and slammed it down on the panel. It passed through the thick steel without even slowing down, leaving a trail of destruction behind it. Her fist continued its motion, and smashed into a wall. knocking a hole through into the next room, which was also deserted.

Erotika walked forwards, using her mighty pelvis to press against the control panel. They creased like paper, ripping to let her through. Then, she knelt down, and spread her arms wide, making her boobs stretch forward, smashing a TV set. She dug her fingertips into either end of the control panel, embedding themselves into the tough metal like it where plastercine. Then, Miss Muscula pulled her arms together, tearing the panel from its fixings and crushing it in one easy motion. As she screwed the mangled metal up into a ball, the ultimate lady bodybuilder smiled. It was a highly erotic smile.

Miss Muscula turned to the exit, her powerful buttocks clenching together rythmically as she marched onwards. A tea cup was caught by this pwerful motion and shattered instantly. Erotika didn't even notice.

When she reached the door, Miss Muscula made a conscious effort to not rip the door in two. She reached forward, and held the handle as lightly as she could (she still left fingerprints in the tough steel though), and rotated it. So far, everything seemed to be successful. Erotika now pulled the handle towards her, accidentally ripping the door from its hinges.

"Oh well, at least I didn't shatter it altogether!" she breathes, moving the door aside. Unfortunately, she pulls her arms together with a little too much force, and the door is reduced to a pile of splinters by mistake.

Ignoring this, Miss Muscula marches through the open portal. Unfortunately, it is quite a thin doorway. So, due to her new-found broad, muscular shoulders, she knocks two chunks of concrete from the wall, quite by accident. In fact, the only reason that she even noticed was because she saw the kumps shattering against the ground.

Erotika is now standing at the top a a spiral staircase. She begins to walk down it. As her feet rest on each of the reinforced steel steps, the metal begins to buckle downwards into a U-shape, due her immense weight. The metal whines loudly as it tries to hold her weight for a moment longer. Just as it is about to give, Miss Muscula steps off the step and onto the next. She manages to make it to the bottom with only about half of the steps having ripped through altogether.

Erotika looks up at the staircase and comes to a decision. She reaches to her left and grabs the central column that the stairs spiral around. With her other hand, she grasps it further up. Then, in one swift, easy motion, she rips it from its foundations. The sound of buckling metal is deafening. She pulls the metal apart with fantastic ease, tearing it like moist putty. She is soon holding two halves of a metal staircase (each of which must weight at least a tonne) and waving them about like baseball bats. Then, she proceeds to easily crush the steel against her hard body, smearing the metal like liquorish. Within seconds, Erotika is holding two small steel balls. She casts them aside, catapulting so hard that they pass straight through the wall behind her.

Miss Muscula surveys the room she is now in. It is clearly a lobby. There is a drinks machine, a bin (one of the ones with ashtrays on the top), some steps and an exit. Through these glass doors, Erotika can see that it is night-time outside. She turns towards the exit, making sure that she passes the bin and the drinks machine on the way. As the strides past the bin, she reaches to her right, so that her hand rests on the top, and presses downwards, reducing the iron object to a mangled heap in less than a second.

When she is beside the drinks machine, Erotika punches a fist into the front, and proceeds to easily tear apart its innards until she finds the supply of coke. She takes a can. To open it, she grasps the top and pulls it off. Then, she drinks it. When she has finished, Miss Muscula crushes the can (as is traditional), but due to her unbelievable strength, her 'crushing' was rather more thorough than a normal person's. The can had been crushed into such a small ball that it was barely visible. Tossing the can aside, Erotika again turned her naked physique towards what remained of the drinks machine. This time, she slipped on hand underneath the object, and the other on the top. Then, she casually heaved it off the ground, until she was easily supporting its full weight above her head, making her vast tits rise up towards her thick, muscular neck. Next, she throws it forwards, as easily as you or I might throw a pebble. The glass doors smash to let this fast moving and very heavy object pass through. Miss Muscula resumes her stroll, kicking her way through the debris left by her little bit of 'fun'.

She is know in the car park. Her body is illuminated only by the street lamps, which cast dramatic highlights across her equally dramatic physique. On the other side of the car park, she sees the man of her dreams. Instantly, she wants to make love to him. She strides forward, not bothering ot go around the cars. Instead, she just walks forwards, not even bothering to brush them aside. Dozens of cars are sent skidding on their sides, wrapped around lampposts, crushed underfoot and ripped in two, just because Erotika couldn't be bothered to walk AROUND them! She has soon reached her destination. The man is clearly surprised (although pleasantly so), by this woman's incredible strength and awesome body.

"Hi. My name's Erotika, and I would REALLY love to shag you senseless!" she breathes, her voice so throaty that grown could orgasm just upon hearing those words.

"M-m-my n-name's Jack. A-and I'd-d l-love to sh-sh-shag you!" says the man, clearly in shock. He can't believe his luck.

The man examines Miss Muscula's body, mentally probing every creavice, touching every bulge, feeling every contour. The sheer size of her muscles is impressive, however, they are not all 'veiny', they are just incredibly large, each of them like rock-hard balloons swelling at their owners command. In fact, the only thing more impressive than her muscles, is her breasts. They are absolutely gorgeous. They are like two sweating beachballs, glistening under the harsh light, they seem unaffected by gravity and float in front of her body like two fleshy globes. Her nipples are large and pert, hard as nails, and her arealae was about three inches in diameter. Her cunt was dark and hairy, and, since looking at Jack, had started to steam love juices. Her legs were long, and thick with muscle, clearly capable of some phenominal feats of raw strength.

Suddenly, just on the edge of hearing, Miss Muscula hears a tank approaching. Minutes later, a large Sherman tank rounds the corner, backed up by a truckload of soldiers.

"I'll be back in moment, lover," she breathes, and turns towards the approaching army.

She is soon surrounded by troops. They all have their guns trained on her.

"You must come with us."

"And what if I don't want to?"

"Then we have been ordered to kill you."

"Well, look's like you're gonna have to try, because I don't want to," she says, turning to leave.

"In that case, you give us no choice," says a soldier, who is obviously in charge, and pulls his finger back on the trigger.

There was a loud bang, mixed with a short, sharp 'clonk' sound. Everyone's gaze turned to Erotika. She was completely unharmed. A flattened disc of metal, which had clearly been a bullet, slid down her back, and off her hard backside and clattered against the tarmac. She turned around, marched up to the commander and easily wrenched his gun from his grip. Making sure everyone was looking, she held one end in each hand, and twisted. First, the metal twisted painfully, groaning and moaning under the immense pressure Miss Muscula was so easily applying. Then, it snapped, punctuated by a brief 'clink' noise. She handed the two halves back to the soldier.

"As I said, I don't intend to come with you," she says.

At the commander's signal, the soldier's back off, and regroup at the tank. The commander clambers up, knocks on the hatch, so that the occupants unlock and open it. He leans in, and orders:

"Attack that woman. She might be able to survive a bullet, but will she be able to survive a direct hit from a high-explosive shell?"

The hatch is shut and bolted, the commander leaps off, and the tank grinds into action, its gun locked on Erotika. She hears the men inside loading up the firing chambre. Then, she hears the sound of the gun being fired. As the smoke clears, the soldiers, look around for any sign of Miss Muscula. They are amazed to find that she is still standing where she was, except that now she is holding a large, unexploded shell in her hand. Now that her reactions were greatly improved, she had no difficulty in reacting that fast.

"Now, just in case you think that if you catch me off guard and do manage to explode one of these against my body, I'll prove to you that that would be just as futile," she announces.

Then, she slides the shell into her damp vagina, caressing her cliterous intensely. Once it has been completely inserted, she stares the commander in the eye, and clenches her vaginal muscles. The soldiers hear the explosion, and see the smoke puff out from Erotika's cunt, but they see no sign of pain on her face. In fact, they are greeted by a pleasent smile. She relaxes her cunt, and allows what remains of the mangled shell to slide out. The distorted steel is topped of with a coating of her love juices.

"However, just to make sure you don't think of doing anything like this again, I shall give you a quick reminder," she breathes, striding up to the tank.

The Sherman tries to back away, but Erotika reaches out and grabs the gun barrel, making the catapillar tracks skid uselessly against the tarmac. She walks forward and grabs the front of the tank, her fingers creasing the metal, and lifts the entire vehicle from the ground with one arm with absolutely no difficulty at all. Then, with her free hand, she grabs one of the wildly spinning catapillar tracks, and tears it off the tank with ease. She does the same thing to the other one. Then, she puts the tank on the ground again. Now that it has no way of moving, Miss Muscula clambers up onto the front of the vehicle. Then, she grips the barrel so tightly that it bends, and proceeds to tie the thick metal tube into a knot, distorting the cast-iron like it were a piece of string. Then, she climbs on to the top of the turret, and grabs the hatch so tightly that the metal buckles at her touch. She pulls it off in one continuous motion, snapping the bolts like plastic, and throws the thick steel disc aside. Then, she looks down. She grabs one of the men by his collar, lifts him from the tank with one hand, and tosses him out of the tank. She reaches for the remaining soldier, and discards him with equal ease. Then, she attempts to get in the tank. Unfortunately, her shoulders were a little too wide, so she was forced to do a bit of DIY on the tank's hatch. She barely notices any resistance.

Once she is inside, she decides to remind people outside how strong she is. Miss Muscula pushes out the sides of the tank, being careful not to tear right through them. From the outside, the tank appears to be being stretched like play-doe, which is exactly what it feels like to Erotika. The commander's jaw drops. Suddenly, Erotika emerges from the side of the vehicle, her stocky body tearing through the armour plated side like there was nothing there. As a finale, she crouches down, proudly displaying her muscular arse, and slips her hands underneath the tank. Then, she lifts the tank up like a child's toy. Then, in one casual motion, she wrings the tank out like a cloth, making the metal shear in two in the centre. Throwing the two halves aside, Miss Muscula erotically mouthes:

"Now GO!"

This time, the soldiers get the message, and bundle back into the truck most of them had arrived on, and drive off rather more quickly than they had arrived. Erotika marches back over to the man.

"Now, where were we?"

"You were just saying that you were dying to shag me senseless. By the way, remind me never to annoy you, after seeing what you did to those soldiers!"

"Don't worry about that, you could NEVER annoy me, you'd only turn me ON!" she breathes, and licks her lips erotically.

Then, Miss Muscula poses for Jack's enjoyment, curling her arms and flexing all her inflated muscles to erotic effect underneath the dramatic lighting. Her lithe body glitters with sweat. Her bust seems larger than ever, bouncing like jelly whenever she moves. She reaches forwards and rips Jack's clothes off, exposing his naked body. Upon seeing his erect penis, Erotika sucks her breath in through her teeth, and her breasts swell visibly. She crouches down, emphasizing her hard bum, and scoops Jack up so that his dick is at mouth level. Then, she slides his hard rod into her mouth and licks it. She smothers it with siliva, and caresses it erotically with her powerful tongue. She easily holds him up in the air with her strong arms, and easily stands upright, making her buttocks clench together particularly firmly.

Jack looks down. He can see Erotika's beautiful face, her moist lips caressing his dick. He looks down at her back; it is broad and packed with layers upon layers of muscle, pulsating as she moves her head back and forth over your penis. Jack can feel Miss Muscula's pert bust pressing against the back of his legs. They felt like two large, smooth rocks, except that they were covered in silky soft skin, and were smother in warm, damp sweat. He felt sure that Erotika could have stopped holding him and her breasts would have easily taken the strain.

They both shuddered as they approached orgasm. Miss Muscula could feel the power welling up inside her; she just had to use it somehow. She let go of Jack, so that he was supported only by her swollen tits, and used her hands to rip a lamppost in two (before accidentally mangling it beyond repair), as well as to crush a car's roof through its chassis. Erotika couldn't feel any resistance.

Suddenly, violently, they both climaxed. Miss Muscula happily lapped up Jack's spunk, swolling every mouthful. Then, she could control herself no more, and her cunt unleashed a torrent of cum. It flooded from her vagina like a waterfall. When it hit the ground, it hissed, melting through the tarmac. By now, a mini-river had formed around Erotika's feet, and this river came across a lamppost. The metal went red hot, then white hot, then started to melt. The streetlamp keeled over and splashed into the flood, the metal now evaporating. Next, the river encountered a car. The tyres instantly exploded, exposing the wheel hub. This liquified in a matter of seconds. Next, the chassis touched Miss Muscula's super-hot love juices. It, too, was melted by the incredibly temperature. Very soon, the entire car had been dissolved like it had been made of butter.

Erotika could feel her climax coming to an end, she stepped out of the flood, and put Jack down. Then, she grabbed a car (her fingers crinkling the metal like paper) and levered it from the ground. Then, she compulsively crushed it against her mighty body. She felt and overwhelming desire to bite - before she had restrained herself because that would have meant Jack's penis. But now, she had no such problem. She walked up to some railings, leaned down, and bit clean through the thick, solid steel rod like it weren't even there.

Eventually, she calmed down enough for her cunt to stop blasting cum, and as the flood subsided, the true extent of the devastation became clear. In the car-park alone, the following items had been destroyed:

1) One set of bullet-proof doors.

2) A Sherman tank.

3) Several lampposts.

4) Dozens of cars.

5) The tarmac itself was now pitted with deep casms where Miss Muscula had been standing.

After surveying the damage, Erotika turns to Jack and says:

"Shall we do it again, lover?"

"Y-yes!!"