by Paul Smith

Meet Superwoman's sister. You'll spot some similarities.

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 if you've got some good ideas for future stories, then don't hesitate to email me at psmith_101@hotmail.com)

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

Leana Everson, Caroline Everson's sister, arrived home from her work as a fitness instructor. She had, of course, jogged home and her entire body glistened with sweat. She was wearing a two piece grey sports bikini, allowing her fine stomach to be displayed. It was smooth, with a hint of muscle down the centre. Her breasts were large and taut, and made her clothing tight across her cleavage. She had long, golden yellow hair, and a beautiful face. Her legs were long and smooth, making her reasonably tall. Her clothing had become damp with sweat, particularly around her cleavage.

Miss Everson locked the door and stepped into the bathroom. She unzipped her top and peeled it from her body, revealing her fantastic breasts. They were perfectly spherical in shape, and seemed not to be effected by gravity. They must have been at least 45D in size. Her nipples were large and constantly erect. She let the sodden fabric fall to the floor, and stretched, arching her back, and making her sizeable bust rise up towards her neck. Next, she slithered out of her bikini bottoms, letting them slip over her slightly muscled arse. Her body is completely gorgeous all over, with an even tan covering her entire fat free figure. Kicking aside her clothing, she reaches forwards to her dumbells and walks over to the mirror.

She examines her body. She does have a thin layer of muscle, enough so that when she performs a bicep curl, the muscles on her arms bulge slightly. Leana always wished that she could get more muscular (like her sister) - she'd even become a fitness instructor to help her towards that goal - but it seemed she would never achieve it. Returning the weights to the rack, she walked over to the shower and stepped in. Turning the shower on, Miss Everson began to rub the soap over her body, rubbing it over her swollen breasts - taking particular interest in her nipples - they had become so hard that she could gouge holes in the soap with them.

Outside, the thunder rolled and rain poured down. Occasionally, a lightning bolt would crackle earthwards, slicing through a tree. One such burst of electricity shot down from the heavens and struck Leana Everson's water tank, sending a burst of electricity through her entire water supply.

Lightning forked from the shower head and into Leana's body, knocking her out cold.

Several hours later, Miss Everson awoke. The water, now cold, was still raining down on her. She stood up and stepped from the shower. Suddenly, it occurred to her that she wasn't shivering, dispite the fact that she had been curled up underneath a freezing cold shower. She reached out, grasped the shower's 'power' tap, and rotated it anticlockwise. Normally, Leana did this until she could get the tap to turn no further. However, this time it continued to turn. The metal twisted like play-doe in Miss Everson's hands until it tore and Leana was left holding a tennis ball sized lump of mangled steel. Leana's jaw dropped. She hadn't even found it difficult. She moved the ball closer, and clenched her hand into a fist. The metal crinkled like putty at Miss Everson's fingertips. Then, Leana noticed something else - her arm was muscular - much more than it had been before. She turned to face her mirror once again. As she surveyed her new body for the first time, her eyes widened and she sucked her breath in through her teeth.

Her body was coated with a thick layer of rippling muscles. Her stomach was now defined into a clear six pack, each muscle bulging as Miss Everson turned to watch her bicep flex at her command. It grew to double size, and pulled her arm back with such force that Leana instinctively knew that there was no longer any feat of strength beyond her. Miss Everson posed dramatically for a while, staring in awe at her fantastic body. Her legs were literally as thick as tree-trunks, such was the size of her thigh muscles. She turned around and examined her back side. Each of her muscular buttocks formed a dimple as she clenched them together. Her back, too, was mountainous with defined muscle. She turned again, and looked at her bust. Her breasts were even larger, more swollen than ever. As she touched her nipples, causing it to squirt a jet of milk across the room, Leana knew that she was going to enjoy her new physique more than she could possibly imagine. Her breasts, Miss Everson guessed, were now about 50DD - and were fantastically hard. She cupped them in her hands, and rubbed them together. She shuddered with pleasure, feeling as if she was going to explode with sheer exstacy.

Only just managing to restrain herself from orgasming, Miss Everson turned her sensual body towards her weights. She reached from the heaviest - the one she had always had incredible difficulty lifting. With absolute ease, she lifted it to eye level, completely forgetting about the steel clamps that were supposed to hold it in place. She didn't even notice their pathetic attempts to restrain her powerful body. The bolts snapped like plastic. Leana also found that she could not notice the extra weight the barbell offered - it was as if she was not holding it. She brought the lead close to her face and clenched her fists, making her triceps bulge. The pole that she held was crushed to oblivion, and the two weights at either end simply fell off. One thumped into Leana's foot, denting itself but hurting Miss Everson in no way. She examine the fallen weights, twisting the metal between her fingers, making it moan loudly. Still, she could feel no resistance.

Throwing the mangled dumbell aside, Leana crouched down on her haunches, making her buns become incredibly hard to the touch, and slipped her fingers underneath the entire rack of weights. Then, she slowly stood erect, easily supporting the full mass of the object. Her feet sank slightly into the floor as she raised the weights to eye level. Miss Everson couldn't believe that was really holding the full weight of her entire collection of dumbells - it felt so light. In total, Leana knew, the set weighed well over 500kg - and she had had no difficulty whatsoever in lifting them! She continued to raise them above her head, completely forgetting about the roof. The plaster crumbled and the wooden guirders splintered as she forced the steel upwards. Alerted by the sound, Miss Everson looked up. Immediately, she lowered the rack. Looking up at the hole, she sucked her breath in once more, making her chest expand, pressing her incredible bust into the steel bars that lined the rack. They twisted with little resistance, and Leana stood, slack jawed, staring at the metal she had accidentally mangled.

"I wonder," she breathed, and clasped the rack at either end.

Then, she pressed her muscle-packed arms together. The metal bent upwards like it wanted to bend. It creaked loudly, and twanged as several rods could no longer take the strain and snapped. Leana just watched - it was as if she had become so strong that nothing offered her ANY resistance. She continued to press it together with such incredible force that it was quickly just a smear between her arms. She watched as the metal oozed like treacle between her fingertips - was there nothing she couldn't do? She let the rack drop and turned to face the sink. She reached forwards, grasped the ceramics so tightly that several chips were scraped off by her fingers, and ripped it from the wall. She observed the metal piping twisting, stretching and finally snapping at her command. She rammed the sink against her bdy so hard that it shattered. Leana smiled. She turned to face the wall, pulled back a fist, and punched. Her hand burst through the other side, knocking chunks out of several breeze blocks with ease. Then, she walked forwards, her muscular physique smashing through the bricks like it were not there. As the dust and cleared, Miss Everson surveyed the rubble she had just strewn across her carpet.

Leana turned to face her bed. Then, she crouched down, slid her hands underneath, and easily wrenched the bed from its fixings. Then, with her muscles flexing impressively, she broke it in half like a twig. As she pressed her arms together, her breasts squeesed closer, exagerating her impressive cleavage even further. Letting the splintered wood drop to the ground, Miss Everson turned her beautiful head and looked down at her muscular arse. Curious as to whether it had been similarly gifted, she ripped a clock from the wall and rested it between her taut buttocks. Then, she clenched them as tightly as she could. Her buns swelled and came together with such force that the clock buckled and was reduced to a thin smear of steel in a matter of seconds. Discarding this, Leana Everson realised that, at last, she really had achieved her ultimate goal - to be muscular; and very, very strong.

In the past, Leana had always been shy, nervous - she didn't even have a boyfriend (not to say she didn't want one, it was just that she didn't have the willpower to actually approach one). Now, Leana couldn't see what all the fuss was about - she decided to go out and get a man now. But first, she decided, she should put some clothes on. She returned to the bathroom via the new 'entrance' she had just made, and attempted to put her sports top back on. Due to the incredible size of her breasts, the clothing no longer fitted - in fact, she ripped in trying to make it fit. Throwing it aside, she decided to make do with just the bottoms. So, she picked up the sodden fabric (since the shower had, of course, overflowed) and attempted to slip into them. She had a few problems when it came to getting them over her thick, muscular legs. ust when she thought she was getting somewhere, she realised that she had, in fact, accidentally torn the cloth. Tossing the fabric aside, Miss Everson decided that she didn't really need any clothes, since she was only going to take the off later on anyway.

So, Leana took a running leap for the window, her hard body shattering the pane like sugar-glass. She sailed through the air for several seconds before thumping into the ground. Having never jumped from such a height before, her landing was less than perfect - in fact, if it were not for her new found strength, she have been seriously injured. She had chosen to keep her legs straight - not to try and absorb the impact at all. This had resulted in her being embedded about two foot into the tarmac. She sighed, spread her legs (tearing through the road like sand) and stepped out from the hole.

It was dark, her body only illuminated by the moonlight and by the sparse streetlights. Mainly because of the highlights on her breasts and muscles, her body was clearly visible. Realising this, the nude musclewoman stepped into the shade of an old oak tree.

John was just driving home from work when there was a loud, heavy thud against his roof. He also noticed that there were two particular large dents in the metal that looked for all the world like a pair of breasts - a very large pair, but boobs no-the-less. On the roof, Miss Everson swore to herself; she had meant her approach to be stealthy. She had to grip the roof so tightly that it crinkled when the man braked, hoping to through his attack from the roof. When the car had skidded to a halt, Leana took that as her queue to peel the roof from the car like she was opening a sardine can. She ripped the metal off like paper and looked inside. The man was even more handsome than he had looked from across the road. What remained of the roof creaked as Miss Everson's breasts began to inflate. The man didn't bother to look up - he knew that anything THAT strong probably wanted to do more that just have a pleasant conversation. He tryed to open the door. He couldn't. Reason: Leana was, very easily, holding it shut with just one fingertip.

Surrendering himself to his fate, John looked up. His jaw dropped.

"Y-you're beautiful," he croaked.

"I know," mouthed the voluptous young lady.

John realised that not only was his attacker female and very strong, but she was also completely naked. His breath quickened as he looked at her incredible bust - now, it had torn through the metal roof, and floated above the back seats like a pair of zepelins (very round, pink zeppelins, but zeppelins no-the-less). And her face - it was beautiful. Her long, blonde hair flowed downwards, across her broad, muscular shoulders, and into the vehicle. Tearing apart the remainder of the roof, allowing John to stare at her fantastic chest, completely exposed, for the first time, Leana breathed:

"Make love to me. Now."

Feeling her breath against his face, John's answer was obvious. He reached up and touched Leana. She took his hand and easily lifted him from the car. Now that he was at the same level as Miss Everson, John could see her amazing body as a whole for the first time. Her muscles flowed from one to another smoothly, connected so as to form a continuous whole that was, in every way, perfectly erotic. But it was her tits that stole the show - they were each as large as beachballs, and were pert enough that they almost reached John even though Leana was standing a couple of foot away. John watched Miss Everson pose, making her gorgeous curves flex sensually, pulsating rythmically as their beautiful owner reached to her side and grasped a lamp post. John was impressed to see that her fingers had gouged deep rips into the metal, and even more amazed when she tore the steel rod from its foundations. Leana noticed a stain appear in his trousers as she tied the thick lamp post into a knot and ripped in half.

"Do you find me erotic?" she asks.

"Yes. Very much so."

"Do you find my breasts erotic?" she asks, taking a depp breath, making her bust swell even more.

"Incredibly."

"Do you enjoy look at my muscles?" she says, curling her arms and tensing her biceps powerfully.

"What about my strength?" she queries, crushing the back end of John's car with her thunder thighs.

Miss Everson notices that, as her legs squeesed together, pulling inwards with such raw musclepower that the vehicle was crushed like foil, the stain on John's trousers was topped up.

"Y-yes." John manages to reply.

Realising that John finds her strength particularly erotic, Leana decides to do something about it. As she lifts John up (using just one muscle-packed arm), he begins to caress her muscular body, and rubs his hands over her inflated bust. She delicately places him on the ground. He stares at her, and she gives him a moment to examine her butt-naked physique. When viewed from the side, Miss Everson's breasts make her about three times thicker, such is their diameter. Her nipples are about half an inch in length and have become like minature flagpoles, as hard as nails, and dying to release their milk. John notices that her cunt has already began oozing hot cum down her supple legs, dripping onto the ground.

Miss Everson turns to face the car. Then, she spreads her arms and grasps the side of the vehicle so tightly that the metal creases like paper at her touch. Then, she manhandles the immense object from the ground and holds it above her head. John views the scene with keen interest - the woman of his dreams is supporting an incredibly heavy object that dwarfs her in size with no apparent difficulty. Leana's breasts jump up towards her thick neck as her chest muscles are put to use, crushing the strong car above her head like play-doe. The metal protests loudly as it stretches, buckling upwards like foil, thick sheets of steel ripping under the incredible stress. Inside the car, the dashboard cracks, and the seats burst. The radio's metal control panel crinkles until it is crunched up to half its original width. The windows blow out, but still Miss Everson continues unabated. Eventually, the car has been bent round in a loop, and Leana throws the vast object aside like a child's toy.

Again, the musclewoman turns her voluptous physique towards John. Her vagina is in full flow now, and is giving her muscular legs a generous soaking with steaming hot love juices. Leana's breasts seem to have grown some more, and are now big enough to dwarf even her sizeable physique. She strides up to John, and tears his clothing from his body, allowing his excited cock to spring skywards. Seeing this, Miss Everson's boobs begins to dribble milk, making her body become moist with runny white liquid. She rubs her hands over her tits, smothering them with their own juice, and making them glisten in the stark street lights.

Then, Leana scooped John up in her capable arms, pressing her inflated bust into his face. He could feel her large biceps pressing into his sides as she slid his cock deep inside her. As she felt his penis inside her, Miss Everson shivered with pleasure, and each of her nipples began to release a power squirt of milk over John's shoulders, splattering onto the pavement on the opposite side of the street. She lay John on the ground, and kneeled on top of him. She sat erect, lifting her massive chest from his face, and making her stomach muscles ripple impressively. Next, she began to heave her pelvis back and forth, thrusting John's dick in and out of her cunt, sending them both to unparalleled levels of exstacy. Both of the lovers could feel the moment of climax approaching, and Leana's hands began to dig holes in the pavement compulsively, grinding up the concrete like sand.

Suddenly, the couple orgasmed. John's brief spurt of cum was dwarfed by Leana Everson's overwhelming explosion of pleasure. Her nipples blasted milk with such force that chips of tarmac were ripped up from the road, sending them shooting up in the air. Her vagina produced a thick stream of gooey love juices that rapidly formed a puddle around the couple, and caused the drains to overflow. She slapped her hands down violentely, turning a signpost into a heap of twisted metal in a fraction of a second - the metal seemed to buckle with no resistance. Her buttocks clenched together, grinding up the pavement, shattering several large chunks of concrete like they were not even there.

Eventually, Leana's orgasm cam to an end, and she relaxed her tight grip on John's body. She slipped John's rod from inside her, and stood erect. Surveying the damage her body had caused, she decided that her new body was definitely a good thing - and so was shagging that man.

"What is your name?" she enquired.

"John," the man replied.

"Well, John, what would you say if I asked you to marry me?"

It didn't take long for John to look at Miss Everson's amazing body once more, and speak his reply.

"I'd say 'YES'!"

Leana smiled and curled her biceps so that they bulged impressively, ripping another lampost in two by mistake. She didn't even notice that she had done it. She scooped John up in her capable arms, and carried him up to her room. They made love in her shower for the next twelve hours - non-stop!