A beautiful woman becomes incredibly strong.

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

Sandy Pherson had been on the streets, a criminal, when they had taken her to the building. She had been picked to be part of the Project. The scientists had taken her to a sort of huge enclosed centrifuge and told her to take some pills, once a day. She was told that they were to 'lock her genes in their improved form' - or something like that. Her quarters in the centrifuge were functional, if nothing more. They consisted of one bed, a food unit, a toilet, a shower and some barbells. Sandy Pherson was not a particularly strong woman. She was, however, extraordinarily beautiful. Her hair was long, sandy-brown in colour and always seemed to shine softly. Her breasts were particularly large, and her face beautiful. She kept herself in shape to maintain her appearance - but she was not strong. She had 'worked' for the last year as a prostitute, and a very successful one at that. But she didn't enjoy it; it made her feel like dirt. She had stolen occasionally, when things got tight, but she had never committed any major crimes. Then, the people from the 'Project of Human Improvement' had come. Apparently, she wasn't the first. The others had only been taken to 5 or 6 G's - she was to be taken as far as her body could go. The others hadn't had the drug. They had returned to normal afterwards. They had become weak again.

As the days had gone by Sandy had noticed that she seemed to get heavier, everything seemed to get heavier. But she had got used to it. The people from the Project had told her that she was doing 'very well, the best so far'. Apparently, she was now at the 30 G mark - far further than they had thought it possible to go. Sandy didn't know what this 'G' thing meant, but she had started to notice some strange things. She found that, as time passed, she became more muscular; her long legs were now covered with muscles. It wasn't just her legs either. Her stomach had become so packed with muscles that they had become startlingly obvious - large symmetrical bumps bulging as she moved about. Her arms, too, had become thick and hard. Her buttocks were solid and muscular. That wasn't the strangest thing she had noticed either. It was her strength. Everything still seemed to be as heavy as ever, but it was weaker.

She had been training with her dumbbells the other day and she had noticed that the metal bar was drooping towards the ends - as if the weights were ludicrusly heavy. But to Sandy, they felt the same weight as they ever had.

Several months later, when she was at 180 G's, Miss Pherson was about to train with the weights. She grasped the bar tightly, as she usually did, and something strange happened. The metal started to buckle. She could feel it give as she applied pressure. Before she had gone into the centrifuge, Sandy had overheard two scientists talking about the strength of the metals they had used - solid titanium, apparently - to make sure it didn't buckle under the pressure. Surely, she couldn't be that strong? Or could she? Sandy reached for one of the metal mugs that her drinks came in. Holding it in one hand she squeesed as hard as she could. The cup was crushed with such ease that it made it look as though it were made of foil. Discarding the lump of buckled metal, Miss Pherson sat down on her bed to have a think.

It wasn't humanly possible to as strong as she appeared to be, was it? The metal had felt like putty. She undressed and examined her body in the mirror. She was now heavily muscled. Her breasts were as large as watermelons, just like they had always been. She cupped them in her hands and caressed them. She hadn't had a shag in almost a year - she suddenly realised how much she really enjoyed it. She turned her back to the mirror and examined her rear. Her buttocks looked sensational; large and taut, flexing as she walked. Her back, too, was finely muscled, mountainous with the power contained within. Sandy had decided that she prefered her new physique. She hadn't lost any of her elegance or feminity, but now she had even more raw sexuality about her. Also, it dawned on her that she needn't live in fear of assault any longer - she appeared to be ridiculously strong - except for the gravity. It continued to increase. When it reached 250 G's, Sandy decided to escape.

Her strength was now unsurpassable. She could crush the thick titanium like play-doe, feeling no resistance whatsoever. She had even accidentally shattered the toilet seat using only her buttocks whilst having a shit the other day. As far as Sandy could tell the best method of escape would be to tear her way out. She was sure that she could now overcome any obstacle. Before she could get out, however, she needed to get them to stop the centrifuge. Then, she realised.

The shower blasted water over Miss Pherson's body, tiny droplets of water dribbling down her sensational form, splashing onto the floor below. Sandy reached up with a muscley, powerful arm and started to rub her hand over the shower head, almost caressing it. Then, she grasped it firmly and began to tear it from the wall. The metal screws stretched to oblige her before suddenly giving up and snapping. Miss Pherson easily ripped the metal piping through the wall. She could feel the damage she was doing by the slight (VERY slight) resistance she occasionally felt. Inside the centrifuge arm, fixings were being torn and ripped, metal sheets pulled apart. The cogs that powered the centrifuge were mangled like putty and the centrifuge slowly ground to a halt. The gravity was gone.

Sandy took a step out of the shower and accidentally propelled herself upwards, through the metal roof and wacked her head against the concrete ceiling of the centrifuge chambre. The concrete shattered but Sandy was unhurt. Then she fell back down and thumped down on the centrifuge, her hard buttocks denting it. The gravity seemed ridiculously weak (in fact, 250 times weaker). Carefully, she stood up and began to walk forward. She lept off the side of the centrifuge and landed gently (to her at least - in actual fact the concrete cracked as she thumped down). Getting the hang of the weak gravity, Miss Pherson jogged around the circumference of the centrifuge chambre, looking for the exit. Not finding one, she realised that it must be behind the centrifuge arm. She casually reached out with a dripping wet arm and brushed the centrifuge aside. Then, she examined the door that was revealed. It was slightly larger than average size, and was almost as thick as it was wide. Sandy placed her hands on the cool metal and began to gently push. Then metal started to creak and moan loudly. The door did not move; instead, the metal did. Her hands began to make an imprint in the metal, pushing their way INTO the material. Her hands seemed to pass through it like a knife through butter. Realising that embedding her hands in the door was doing her no good she decided to just walk though it. And she did. Her entire body pushed forwards like it were not there. The metal seemed to rip and tear to let her through. On the other side of the door, an imprint of a tall, voluptous, beautiful woman started to bulge out from the steel.

The scientists looked on in awe. They called for security. Suddenly, the bulge in the metal ripped, revealing the muscular physique of Sandy Pherson. Swishing her dark, wet hair over her broad shoulders, Sandy ignored the scientists and headed for the door. One of them leapt into her way and attempted to block her. Sandy gently (to her) pushed him aside. She accidentally threw him sideways with such speed that he dented the filing cabinet he thumped into. Seeing that he was not seriously hurt, Miss Pherson continued to walk towards the exit. The door she came to next was also of the solid steel variety, but not as thick as the first. This time, she crouched down (her sensual buttocks becoming particularly prominant) and forced her hands underneath the door. Then, she casually stood up, lifting the bottom of the door with her. With the upmost of ease, Sandy crushed the metal against the roof, lifting it like a curtain. Her beautiful figure was a sight to behold. Her muscular arms above her head, her voluptous chest dripping water onto the floor and her moist vagina slowly leaking onto the ground. 'Is there anything I can't do? Am I COMPLETELY invulneruble?' she asked herself, flexing her biceps. She found them fascinating and, somehow, erotic. All that power, under her control. She could do anything!

Sandy was so lost in her thoughts that she was surprised by the shout of:

"Put up your hands, lady, or we'll shoot."

The voice was that of a security guard. They all had their guns trained on her. That didn't worry Miss Pherson one bit. She strolled over to the guard who had spoken and replied:

"So what?"

At this, Sandy reached for the man's gun. He fired. Sandy heard a 'ping!' as the bullet ricochayed off her chest. She grabbed his gun and easily wrestled it from his grip. Then, placing it in the palm of her hand, she squeesed it. The metal started to crinkle, groaning and moaning as it did so. The other soldiers strained to get a better look. Miss Pherson's hand easily imprinted its shape onto the metal and it was soon crushed to the size and shape of a sort of irregular lemon. Handing the lump of buckled steel back to the security officer, Sandy made to stroll off. The guard said:

"FIRE!"

And the soldiers, with a little hesitation, did. Miss Pherson could just about feel the bullets as they bounced off her. They felt as soft as raindrops and hurt even less. She walked up to the guard who had spoken and picked him up - much to his dissaproval. He punched at her, kicked, even screamed - but it had no effect on the ultimate muscle woman. She threw him at the other men like he were a rag doll, toppling them all. At last, the soldiers gave up. Sandy continued her walk to the exit. When she reached it, she just walked straight through it without even flinching. The wood splintered and shattered around her superhuman physique, literally exploding outwards.

At last, she was free!

'Where do I go?' Miss Pherson asked herself. She decided to go to the part of town where all muscular women hang out; Heaving Street. It was night-time and the stars were out. Sandy's naked body was lit to dramatic effect as she strolled through the streets of New York. Without looking, she turned to cross the street. Tires squealed, cars skidded, some hit her. Sandy didn't even notice. The fronts of the cars and buses where left buckled and bent where they had collided with the amazon woman's strong legs and buttocks. Peoples jaw's dropped in amazement - how could she be that strong?

As Miss Pherson reached the opposite side of the street, she collided with a lamp post. As she powered her way forwards, she caused it to bend over and buckle, until it was horizontal, rubbing between her muscular legs, caressing her moist cunt. Sandy bit her lip in excitement. Returning to reality, Sandy looked around. All the men stood in rap admiration, their mouths open, drooling, and their penis's fully erect.

Sandy's breasts hardened in excitement, her nipples poking outwards. Her tits were now so pert that they were like a shelf - you could rest a cup of tea on them and she wouldn't spill a drop. Somehow, the muscle woman had had her sexual enjoyment greatly increased too.

Miss Pherson still hadn't got used to her new-found strength, so she walked over to a car that was parked by the pavement and slid her powerful hands underneath it. Gently, she began to stand up. Her enormous muscles flexed and bulged as, with the upmost of ease, Sandy lifted the car clean off the ground, leaving its wheels dangling. Soon, she was standing erect, her muscley arms above her head, her huge bust stretching up towards her thick neck. Her legs were slightly apart so that her buttocks became particularly prominant, bulging erotically outwards. Casually throwing the car aside (it landed several hundred metres away), Sandy continued her stroll to the muscular part of town.

First of all, however, she needed some clothes. Noticing a clothes shop on the opposite side of the street, Sandy jogged over. Casually brushing a double decker bus aside (sending it skidding on its side), Miss Pherson walked into the shop, being careful to open the door, rather than rip it off its hinges. It was a surprisingly tricky maneoveur, and she accidentally ripped the doorknob off altogether.

Walking up to the shopkeeper, she asked to look at their selection of thongs. Looking at her fantastic body, the shopkeeper seemed only too keen. He returned seconds later with thongs of several different sizes and colours. Sandy first of all decided that she would need the biggest size, since she was now very 'big' indeed. She decided to go for the black one. After gently slipping into it, she turned to walk out the shop.

Whilst examining her amazing buttock cleavage, the shopkeeper suddenly came to his senses, and said:

"Stop! You have to pay first!"

Sandy "Powerhouse" Pherson turned around and said:

"No."

At this, she reached sideways and grabbed a rack of clothes. She eased it from the wall, the clothes sliding to the ground. Then, she placed her hands on either end and began 'caressing' it, deliberately bending it as she did so. The iron creaked and whined, buckling rapidly. The shopkeeper's jaw dropped and his penis hardened further still.

"S-sure, take it!" he stammered.

"Thank you," said Sandy, throwing the twisted metal aside and walking through the door. The glass shattered and the metal buckled as she passed through it, her body mangling the metal like it were moist putty. 'Easy!' she thought, turning towards Heaving Street. She started to jog. Her enormous breasts bounced up and down like two footballs, her buttocks flexed and bulged - almost engulfing the thong completely. Her hair flowed behind her, the final touch to a perfect body.

Sandy found she could run incredibly fast and she seemed not to tire at all. She was soon at the most muscular part of town. It was a hotspot where all the muscular women resided and there were many opportunities for, shall we say, 'well developed' ladies. Miss Pherson walked into a world-renowned female bodybuilder strip bar. The act on stage was particularly raunchy; consisting of a topless blonde-haired woman training with dumbbells. She was clearly a bodybuilder. Her voluptous, muscular form was lit up dramatically and her physique was sweating heavily. She was tanned and clearly very strong.

Looking around the bar, Miss Pherson spyed a man she particularly fancied. She strode over to him, swinging her curvy buttocks back and to - much to the enjoyment of the onlookers. As she sat down next to the man, her firm buttocks pressed into the leather cushioning of the stool, turning Sandy on to a surprising degree. It a brief spasm of excitement, her buns clenched together and tore the leather like paper. Looking at Sandy, the man clearly couldn't believe his luck. The super-strong lady body-builder took his arm and guided him from the bar and onto the street. As they walked, arm in arm, they chatted.

"My name's Sandy, what's yours?"

"Tom. I should warn you I don't have a lot of money on me - you look expensive."

"You needn't pay. I find you attractive, I'm sure you find me attractive, so why bother? Besides, I'm dying for a shag."

Sandy's excitement increased just thinking about it. Noticing the pre-cum that oozed from around her thong, Tom reached out and began to fondle her erect nipples. Sandy sucked in he breath (causing her chest to swell) and scooped Tom up in her arms. He could feel her enormous biceps as they pressed into his back. They were hard and clearly very powerful. He sucked on one of her nipples, chewing it lightly.

"Where's your house?" breathed Sandy, clearly excited. Tom pointed.

Miss Pherson jogged over to where he had pointed. Then, she walked up the stairs, with Tom still in her arms. Finally, she put him down outside the entrance. Tom reached in his pocket for a key. He couldn't find it.

"It must have fallen out when you scooped me up."

"Hmm. Maybe I can help." replied Sandy, walking over to the door.

She drew back a fist and punched the lock. Her hand tore through it like it were paper. Then, she gently opened the door and gestured Tom in. Tom was clearly surprised at Miss Pherson's strength.

"How did you get THAT strong?" he asked.

"Er...Just lots of training in the gym... I'm the current world champion at bodybuilding."

Tom knew that to be a lie, but he kept quiet.

"Welcome to my humble abode." said Tom, flicking the lights on.

They walked to the bedroom. Miss Pherson suddenly noticed that she had become more excited - her nipples were releasing a dribble of milk, which ran down her curvy body, moistening it. Tom started to kiss her physique. He started at her feet and worked up. Sandy found it immensely exciting - more so than she had ever done before. Could her increased muscle size improve her enjoyment of sex? It certainly seemed to. She felt like orgasming now, but she somehow knew that it would get a lot more enjoyable before she actually did climax.

"Oh YES!" she screamed, as Tom reached her thighs. Tom could feel the power within the muscles he was kissing, he could feel the raw strength contained inside. He could also feel her excitement as her muscles bulged and flexed underneath his lips and tongue. He started to kiss her muscular backside and slowly worked his way round to her front. He kissed her wide hips and brushed his tongue over her hairy vagina, exciting her enormously. Her muscles rippled with pleasure.

Sandy lay down on the double bed, back first, and Tom's loving lips followed. He continued to work up her body, kissing the firm contours of her stomach and licking her huge breasts, making them wobble. He gently chewed on her nipples, exciting them so much that they became hard and started to spray milk. Tom lapped this up as fast as he could, but soon it was coming out too quickly for him to swallow it all. He removed his mouth from her tit and began licking her breasts again, working his way up to Sandy's beautiful face.

Miss Pherson's body was damp with sweat, such was her excitement. Tom gave her a french kiss, their tongues caressing each other lovingly, exciting both of them greatly. Noticing that Tom was still dressed, the super-fit babe tore the clothes from his body, discarding them by the side of the bed. His erect penis sprang outwards, exciting Sandy so much that her cunt started to blast out cum at quite a pace. Her thong ripped under the pressure, allowing Tom's penis to feel the full blast of her love juices. This excited him so much that he could no longer restrain himself. He lowered himself onto Miss Pherson (her body taking the extra weight easily) and slid his dick into her deep, sensual vagina.

The naked lady groaned erotically as she felt Tom's penis rub against her cliterus. She flung her head back, and closed her eyes blissfully. She reached behind her (her massive bust stretching up towards her thick neck) and grasped the metal poles that were at the end of the bed. Tom began to heave his pelvis back and forth, sliding his dick in and out of Sandy's faultless body. Sandy bit her lip. Tom droped at her breasts, squeesing them in his excitement. A large jet of milk blasted out and across the room, splattering into the hallway.

As Sandy's enjoyment increased, so did the tightness of her grip on the metal bars. Soon, the metal started to buckle loudly as it was crushed by Miss Pherson's defined physique. Sandy didn't even realise what she was doing. Tom's motion became faster, exciting Miss Pherson even MORE. She tore the metal bars from the bed, crushing them as she did so. She compulsively threw them across the room, the metal clanging as it crashed down in the hallway, sliding due to the thick layer of milk that was already there.

Both Tom and Sandy were now close to orgasm, and Sandy had started to shudder with pleasure. Her breasts wobbled, and her muscles rippled. She threw her arms back, smashing a hole in the wall, sending a shower of bricks and plaster onto the street below. Her bum tensed, tearing through the bed clothes and what remained of her thong. The muscular amazon reached to her side, looking for something to exert her strength on. She found a tea's maid. She ripped the appliance from the wall and started to crush it using only one hand. She watched as her fingers forced their way through the plastic, sending tiny shards of the white material flying. She watched as the kettle started to crinkle, buckling like metal foil under the pressure. She watched the timer crack and snap, her hand tearing through it like it were a twig. 'This is SO easy!' thought Sandy. Her own strength never ceased to amaze her.

Suddenly, Miss Pherson and Tom orgasmed simultaneously. Sandy slapped her hands down against the bed, snapping it instantly. It was rapidly turned into a pile of foam and ripped cloth by her mighty hands. She still held the remains of the tea's maid; this was smashed with ease as it was pressed against the bed. Miss Pherson stretched her figure compulsively, her breasts standing pert, swelling in Tom's loving hands. A huge jet of cum sprayed from her vagina, smothering the walls. Her nipples released milk like two little (well, actually quite big) fountains, splattering the ceiling with their warm juice.

After several minutes, Sandy's climax finished and she opened her eyes again. Looking around at the carnage she alone had caused, she thought: 'It was worth it.'