by Paul Smith

The birth of a true superwoman.

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

Outside it rained, the rain only occasionally interrupted by a thunderflash. Caroline Everson ran in through the door, returning from her Playboy shoot. As she removed layer upon layer of sodden clothing it was clear why they had been so keen to photograph her. Her body was beautifully proportioned; large breasts, curvy backside, long, blonde hair and a beautiful face. Caroline wasn't muscular - although she had always wished she was. Sighing, she wiped herself down with a towel, pressing her ample bust against her body. She looked over at her set of weights, which she had given up trying to lift. She had to just face it - she could never get muscular. Throwing the towel to one side, Caroline slithered into her pyjamas. She buttoned up the top half carefully, the material tight around her vast bust. Then, Miss Everson climbed into her bed. Switching off the light, she slowly dozed off to sleep.

Suddenly, there was an almighty thunderclap, and a lightning bolt exploded through the roof and connected with Miss Everson's body. In an instant, it was gone, and all was quiet. Caroline didn't wake. Then, there was a ripping sound. Underneath the bed-clothes, Miss Everson's body was swelling, growing more and more muscular, tearing through her pyjamas. Her tits also grew so that they were truly world-beating in size. There was now a visible bulge in the quilt where her breasts protuded.

All of a sudden, Miss Everson woke up. Looking around, all looked as normal. Her eyes drifted towards the roof. There was a massive hole above her.

"Shit!" she exclaimed. Then, she stopped. Her voice was different; somehow more throaty, more sexy.

Caroline also realised that she no longer felt tired. She looked forward, down the bed. Her view was blocked by two massive bulges in the bedclothes.

"What the?"

Miss Everson lifted her arms to investigate the swellings. She didn't realise they were her own tits. Her arms moved easily, almost with no effort at all. Growing more puzzled, she lifted the quilt and stepped out of the bed. She turned towards the light switch. She felt something brush against her foot. She reached out and flicked the switch. Caroline was immediately greeted by the physique of a beautiful, muscular woman in the mirror. Miss Everson almost didn't recognise herself.

She moved her arms and watched in fascination as the sexy lady in front of her did the same. Still, she couldn't believe it. She looked down at herself. Her breasts obstructed her view of her feet. Cautiously, she reached out and touched them. They felt smooth and solid - and very, very large. She turned and looked at the large muscle on her arm. She curled her bicep and pumped it. It bulged outwards, doubling in size. She reached out with her other arm and caressed her swollen bicep. It felt strong, powerful. In the mirror, she looked at her stomach - it was packed with muscles. She tensed them, making them become incredibly defined. She looked at the reflection of her cunt. It was moist and hairy; she became excited just looking at it. Her entire body was coated with tiny beads of sweat, and her skin was evenly tanned.

Caroline turned, making her muscular buttocks clench together tightly, creating two dimples in her bum cheeks. Caroline looked down and saw what she had brushed her foot against earlier. It had been a door-stop - now it was just a smeared piece of metal. Miss Everson couldn't understand; she couldn't really be that strong, could she? It wasn't possible. To prove herself wrong, Caroline walked over to her weights and grasped the heaviest. She hardly felt any resistance as her hand crushed through the dumbell, making the two halves fall to the floor. Miss Everson still couldn't believe it. She marched over to her bed, crouched down and slipped her hands underneath. Very slowly, she stood erect. There was a loud ripping noise as the bed was torn from its fixings, stretching the thick steel poles that held it to the ground like putty. Caroline watched in amazement as her muscles swelled, easily overpowering the reinforced metal that held the bed to the ground. Soon, the ultimate muscle-woman was holding the double-bed high above her head; her broad, muscular shoulders supporting its weight with ease.

Caroline then proceded to move her hands apart, tearing the bed down the middle like paper. Indeed, to Caroline, that's what it felt like. Caroline decided to tell her boyfriend, Paul, about her new-found powers. She let the bed drop, and headed for the door. She reached out, grasped the handle (crushing it accidentally) and ripped the thick, wooden door from its hinges. She smiled as she used her strength; it was what she had always wanted, to be stronger than anybody - anything - else. She was invulnerable, she was Superwoman, the ultimate female.

She left the building and started to jog. She found she didn't tire, and that she could run impossibly fast. Within minutes she had run the 20 miles to Paul's house. She gently eased the door open (it had been locked, but that was no obstacle to Caroline) and slipped inside. The lights were off, her naked flesh silhoutted by the moonlight. These beams of light highlighted her large muscles, emphasising their awesome size. Caroline crept upstairs and started to open Paul's door. It creaked, waking Paul up. He watched as this unidentified stranger ripped the door from its hinges in annoyance. Concluding the worst, he dashed across the room to the window. He clambered out and slid down the ladder. Caroline could see well in the dark and so ran after him. She jumped straight down from the window, landing delicately on the ground, her feet leaving a sizeable dent in the pavement. She turned and saw Paul slamming his car door. The engine started. Just as he was about to pull away, Paul heard a crunch as Caroline's fingers dug into his car's bodywork, getting a firm grip. He accelerated, making the wheels spin uselessly against the tarmac.

Caroline still couldn't believe her own strength. She pulled the car towards her with ease. With her other hand, she grasped the car further forward and pulled it backwards even more. Soon, she was level with the door. She crouched down and pulled the door from its hinges, half crushing it in the process. Hearing the sound of buckling metal, Paul turned his head and saw that his super-strong attacker was female - her face was gorgeous, her hair was long, and her tits were enormous. He thought he recognised her - but he wasn't sure.

"Paul, it's me!" said Caroline huskily.

"C-Caroline?" stuttered Paul, "How can it be you?"

"Get out and I'll show you."

Cautiously, Paul stoped the engine and stepped from the car. As he turned to look at Caroline, she tightened her grip on the car's chassis, twisting the metal like wet putty.

"Oh my God!" gasped Paul, watching Caroline's muscles bulge, "You're really muscular!"

"I know," said Caroline, flexing her buttocks, "just look at what I can do!"

At this, she casually lifted the car clean off the ground. As she stood there, her arms above her head, Paul whispered:

"You're beautiful. Incredibly beautiful."

Caroline looked down at muscular, voluptous, tanned figure and said:

"I guess I am."

"You GUESS you are? You're fucking gorgeous! Your body's off the scale as far as beauty is concerned!"

"Thanks; although my body can do more than just look good."

Paul could see she was already holding a car above her head, but he couldn't possibly have imagined the true extent of her physical prowess.

Caroline crushed the car above her head slowly, erotically - looking Paul deep in the eyes. `I love you,' she mouthed, licking her lips. Paul's jaw dropped. Caroline noticed that there was a sizeable bulge in his trousers. She wondered just how much sex appeal she really had. She decided to put her body's sexiness to the test. She threw the car aside, slamming it down against the tarmac. Caroline began to caress her breasts, squeesing them together. She cupped them in her hands and caressed their nipples. She could feel them swell as she excited them, growing harder by the second. Paul's body shook orgasmically. Caroline could see the dark stain in his pyjarmas. She couldn't believe it, she had managed to make a man cum just by looking at her. Superwoman started to fondle her cunt, sliding her fingers in and out rythmically, making her muscles tense with pleasure. Paul's penis was erect again. Caroline turned her backside to face him and began to heave her pelvis back and forth, making her buttocks flex powerfully. Love juices started to ooze from her cunt, running down her hard body. Paul's spunk showered his trousers again, this time more powerfully, and for longer.

Superwoman reached to her side and ripped a metal pole from the wall. Paul came again. `So, you find strength erotic, do you?' she thought. Caroline looked Paul in the eye and, breathing sharply through her nose, twisted the bar like it were play-doe. Paul's trousers recieved another soaking. Looking at this, Caroline's breasts started to dribble steaming hot milk, which ran down her curvy physique. Paul was now orgasming continuously, his trouser completely soaked with spunk. Caroline's vagina started to leek cum at a much faster rate as she tore the metal in half. She walked over to Paul's car and lifted from the ground. She then proceeded to force it against her solid figure, making the metal buckle and rip against her hard body. She tore off a large lump of steel and rested it between her buttocks. Paul was taken to new levels of ecstasy as he watched her buttocks squeese tightly together, turning the once-strong metal into a tiny smear between her hard buns. She relaxed them and let it drop, clanging against the ground. She looked Paul in the eye - he orgasmed once more. Superwoman joined him; her cunt blasted warm juices at a truly phenomenal rate, drilling a hole in the road between her legs. All her muscles tensed and her eyes closed blissfully.

"Oh YESSSS!" she screamed, at the top of her voice, slamming her hand against a wall, turning it into a pile of rubble.

Several minutes later, both the lovers' climaxes had finished and they fell to the ground, exhausted. Miss Everson's breasts smashed a hole in the pavement when she let herself drop. As daylight returned, the couple stood up and surveyed the wreckage. Caroline offered to pay - she was sure she could get a job now - all the erotic magazines would be climbing over themselves to photograph her; and they wouldn't be disappointed either.