The Project, Chapter II
Shannon becomes totally unstoppable and continues to experiment with her body.
By Paul Smith (psmith_101@yahoo.com)

Warning: Only suitable for those over 21 years of age.



Operator XVI was sitting in the station's prison feeling sorry for himself. If only he had kept an eye his console, then Shannon would still be alive. He knew that there was no way she could have survived with that much energy packed into her; the human body simply wasn't designed to take it. The girl he had slowly found himself falling in love with was dead, and it was all his fault. He let out an agonised cry.

A low, metallic whine echoed around the room. Operator XVI ran up to the bars of his cell and turned to his right, where the main entrance to the cells was. The foot thick titanium door was bulging, the super-tough metal being slowly stretched apart. Something, or someone, was pulling it apart; what's more, they were doing it slowly, sensually even, almost as if they were showing off just for him. It was quite clear that they could have instantly ripped straight through it like a damp tissue if they wanted to but, for some reason, they weren't.

With an almighty shriek, the titanium finally tore in two, revealing a beautiful young woman. Operator XVI couldn't believe his eyes.

"Sh-Shannon?" he stammered, "I thought you were dead!"

Shannon sensually walked up to Operator XVI, swinging her hips sensually, making her hard, defined abs ripple impressively.

"Well, I'm not," she replied, "why should I be?"

With that, Shannon reached out and gently grasped two of the three-inch thick titanium bars that ran from the ceiling to the floor, keeping Operator XVI in his cage. Even as her fingertips gently brushed against the metal, the thick bar instantly began to buckle under the enormous pressure. It was quite clear that the titanium felt totally insignificant to her awesome muscles.

"You absorbed far too many nutrients," Operator XVI stated, "you were originally supposed to be 'only' five million times stronger than a normal woman. But, thanks to me, you ended up being at least five billion times stronger - and there's no way the human body should be able to cope with being that powerful. Yet, somehow, you seem to be doing it. You really are an amazing woman, Shannon."

Upon hearing that, Shannon's eyes suddenly filled with lust. In one rapid motion, she tightened her grip on the metal rods lining Operator XVI's cell, being careful not to crush straight through the titanium with her superhuman grip. Then, she effortlessly pulled her arms apart, deliberately flexing her large biceps as she did so. The metal screamed in agony as it was torn in two like wet toilet tissue. Shannon let the heavy, mangled titanium poles drop to the floor. As the sound of them slamming into the ground echoed around the cells, Shannon erotically licked her lips at Operator XVI, a sexy smile passing across her beautiful face. Operator XVI could have sworn he saw her nipples harden, becoming stronger than any substance know to man.

"And you, Operator XVI, are one hell of a man."

With that, she pounced on him, pinning him to the ground. He didn't even try to resist - this was the closest he'd been to heaven, after all. He could feel her warm breath against his face and her huge, pert breasts pressed against his torso. Operator XVI had to admit to himself that deciding to sign up for this project was the smartest thing he ever did. Shannon was his perfect woman: not particularly tall, about 5' 7''; large, 'bunched' muscles all over her body; enormous, incredibly hard tits; young, beautiful face, far cuter than any other woman alive; unbelievable power, capable of performing any feat of strength imaginable. Shannon was all of these, and so much more - and she was shagging him right now.

"Lover," breathed Shannon, "what's your real name?"

"I'm not supposed to tell you; this is an ultra secret project, so nobody is allowed to know anybody else's names."

"Are you sure I can't pursuade you?" Shannon said with the confidence of a cat who has her prey just where she wants it.

With that, Shannon 'gently' pulled her muscular thighs together, squeesing with barely a quadrillionth of her total strength. Still, it was enough to knock the wind out of Operator XVI.

"Urrmmmpfff!!" groaned Operator XVI, "Arrh! That really hurt!"

Shannon just smiled, and Operator XVI's dick grew harder still.

"Okay," he said, "You win! My real name's John Peterson. Just don't tell anyone I told you, okay?"

"It's a deal," mouthed Shannon, reaching for John's jeans.

Shannon grasped the button above John's flies. She could have just unbuttoned it. If she wanted to show off a little, she could have just torn it off. However, Shannon had quickly realised that John found her strength particularly appealing, so she decided that she would take every opportunity she could to demonstrate as much of her awesome power as she could. She held the steel button between her thumb and index finger, and began gently pressing them together. With no apparent effort, Shannon casually exerted the ten thousand pounds of force required to smear the metal across her skin like moist putty. As John stared at this fantastic feat of strength, his eyes grew wide, and his cock raged harder still. A few moments later, her fingers touched one another and the two mangled chunks of metal fell, clanking as they bounced against the hard steel floor.

"You're amazing," managed John.

Another beautiful smile lit up Shannon's face, and she began tearing John's jeans apart like they were made of paper. His erection was painfully obvious through his boxers. Shannon lifted her pelvis so that it was above John's crotch. Warm love juices dripped from her cunt, quickly soaking his underwear. Next, she began sensually lowering her vagina onto John's penis, despite the fact that he was still wearing his boxers.

As Shannon's cunt touched John's boxer shorts, he could have sworn he felt a bolt of electricity pass between them, and he knew Shannon felt it too. Shannon gently lowered her tight cunt over his erect penis, then contracted her powerful vaginal muscles enough to grip the fabric of his boxers very firmly indeed. Then, in one swift, powerful motion, Shannon lifted her cunt upwards, ripping John's boxers clean off. She then relaxed her vagina and allowed the sodden boxers to fall to the floor.

This simple demonstration of raw strength was enough to push John over the edge; this girl was simply too much to take. As his dick began to vibrate, Shannon saw it's head swell and she gently smothered it with her damp cunt. As John felt her moist, tight vagina envelop his excited member, his penis virtually exploded inside her. Shannon began shivering with pleasure, closing her eyes in pure bliss. She gently rocked herself to her first orgasm, then another, then another. Eventually, she was climaxing continuously, vibrating with unadulterated exstacy. Her fingers convulsed with pleasure, accidentally tearing huge shards of jagged metal from the floor, screwing them up into super-dense balls of metal before crushing them into oblivion. God, she thought, I love being super!

John's orgasm went on for an unusually long time. This woman's absolutely incredible, he thought, especially considering she's a virgin!

"John," breathed Shannon, out of breath for the first time in her life, "that was incredible!"

"You weren't bad yourself," said John, the master of understatement. He reached for a spare set of clothes he had in his cell and started to put them on.

Shannon's beautiful face lit up with a gorgeous smile; the smile he had fallen in love with.

"There she is!" whispered a guard to his comrade, but Shannon heard him.

"I think we should be going now," said Shannon, and promptly scooped John up in her powerful arms. She accelerated relatively slowly, knowing what effect her normal level of acceleration would have had on John.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" John yelped as he suddenly felt himself accelerating tremendously rapidly.

For a few seconds, John's world was an increasingly fast blur, then it just as rapidly returned to normality. As his vision came back into focus, he found he was staring up at Shannon's gorgeous face.

"What the hell happened?" managed John.

"It wasn't safe there," replied Shannon.

"You what? Where are we now?" John asked.

"Docking Bay 15," stated Shannon, "The door was locked, but that wasn't exactly a major obstacle."

"I guess not," said John, "I saw what you did to that other door! I don't suppose you could put me down now?"

Shannon obligingly put John Peterson back on the ground. He examined his surroundings. In the centre of the room was a rather unusual ship. It was larger than average, and John didn't recognise it's design. Apart from that, everything looked as normal, which puzzled John.

"Hmmm..." he pondered, "I was told that Docking Bay 15 was closed for repairs. Odd."

"Pssst!" said a voice from the shadows underneath the large ship.

Shannon's vision was unhindered by the darkness.

"Supervisor?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Why are you hiding underneath that ship?" she asked.

"I was waiting for you. I knew you'd end up here eventually; it was the only direction you could go without hurting the guards," said the Supervisor, a hint of pride in his voice.

"If you want Shannon, you're going to have to go through me!" John proclaimed automatically, forgetting for a moment how invincible Shannon was.

"Operator XVI?" boomed the Supervisor, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"He's with me," said Shannon, "and that's the way it's going to stay."

"If you insist," grumbled the Supervisor.

"Why," demanded John, revelling in his new-found power, "do you want to speak to Shannon anyway?"

"Because they're going to try to kill her," replied the Supervisor, "and I don't want that to happen."

"Surely there's nothing they can do to harm her?" said John, "She is a billion times stronger than you or I, after all."

"Actually, my calculations show that she's about 65 trillion times stronger. But that doesn't matter."

Shannon's eyes grew wide. John's grew wider still.

"Sorry, run that by me again: did you just say that Shannon is 65 TRILLION times stronger than you or I?!?"

"That's correct," said the Supervisor flatly.

"Then how could she possibly be susceptable to any kind of weapon the military could throw at her?"

"Operator XVI, I thought you were smarter than that. This station wasn't just designed to aid in the creation of Shannon," replied the Supervisor, "There are hundreds of top secret military research projects going on here. Including weapon research programmes."

"And you think that some of these might be able to hurt Shannon?"

"Maybe, maybe not. Her body seems to have absorbed everything that's been thrown at her so far. For example, she should have been fried back there in the Genesis Tube, but her body just absorbed the energy, making her millions of times stronger than she should have been. Still, I believe there's a chance that the military's latest weapon, called the 'Atom Disrupter', might actually be able to harm my baby."

'His BABY?! He must have flipped,' thought John.

"And what do you propose?" asked Shannon.

"I think you should leave the station, and get as far away from here as possible," replied the Supervisor.

"Why should we trust you?" demanded John, "Why do you want Shannon to survive?"

The Supervisor exploded.

"I'VE DEDICATED THE LAST 20 YEARS OF MY LIFE TO THIS PROJECT!! WHAT GIVES A WEASLE LIKE *YOU* THE RIGHT TO ASK *ME* WHETHER I'M TRUSTWORTHY??"

Shannon stepped forward, tightly grasped the Supervisor by his collar, and effortlessly lifted him from the ground with a single hand.

"I do," she stated.

The Supervisor's face turned from red back to a more normal shade of white.

"I'm sorry, my child," he said, "could you please put me back down now?"

Shannon gently lowered the Supervisor to ground. As she stepped back, John could have sworn he saw a look of pride pass across the Supervisor's face.

"I ask again," John said, "why should we trust you?"

"Because I designed Shannon's genenomes. I don't want her dead. And," said the Supervisor, "because you don't have anyone else to trust."

Shannon and John mulled this over for a moment.

"What do you suggest we do?" said John grudgingly.

"Get on the ship," said the Supervisor, pointing at the unusual vessel behind him.

"What is that thing anyway?" asked John.

"It's an experimental ship design. It's supposed to be faster than an ordinary ship, have a longer range, and have better shielding. According to the specification, it should be able to resist the Atom Disrupter."

* * * * *
The General had finally managed to track the escaped subject to Docking Bay 15. She moved so goddamn fast, it had taken all his military skills to find her. That, and the fact that the 5-inch thick titanium door to Bay 15 had been crunched up like tin foil and torn from his hinges.

He and his men were hiding behind the corner. He held up three fingers, then just two, then one, then...

* * * * *
Shannon heard the General pull the trigger and adrenaline once again pumped into her veins. He was holding a rather unusual weapon. It had a sphere at the back which was glowing green, brighter and brighter every 'second'. Suddenly, the light vanished and a green beam started to emerge from the end of the weapon, slowly creeping towards her. Behind the General, Shannon could see he troops coming round the corner, also weilding what she assumed were the Atom Disrupters that the Supervisor was talking about.

Shannon noticed that both John and the Supervisor had started to dive in front of her, presumably to protect her. Whilst she thought the gesture was noble, she had hoped they would have realised that she would have no trouble avoiding the beam. Unfortunately, this meant that the beam was now about to hit them. She was just about to push the out of harm's way when she realised that the enormous acceleration would probably kill them. She realised that she only had one option.

* * * * *
The General aimed his gun, then fired. Instantly, the girl moved closer, protecting the men behind her. She allowed the beam to smash into her body.

'This is it,' thought the General, 'either this kills her, or it just really pisses her off.'

* * * * *
Shannon definitely hoped it wasn't the former. The energy ploughed into her gorgeous, naked body. She had expected to feel pain, but she did not. Instead, she only felt pleasure. The same kind of pleasure she had felt once before, when things had gone 'wrong' in the Genesis Tube.

The beam tried to tear her apart, to disrupt every atom in her body, to literally break her up into her component parts. But her atomic structure was far, far to strong. Her muscles, her breasts, every vein in her body simply absorbed the power, sending Shannon into convulsions of pure bliss.

* * * * *
The Supervisor, the guards and John Peterson looked on in awe as the supergirl climaxed before their very eyes.

"Ohhhhhh!" she screamed.

Her breasts grew visibly, becoming harder than anything else in the universe. Her strength increased to incomprehensible levels, making her dozens, hundreds, THOUSANDS of times stronger than she had been before.

"UUHHHHhhhh!!" she moaned.

Thick love juices started to ooze out of her vagina and dribble down her muscular legs. The superheated fluids melted through the foot thick metal floor like it wasn't there, quickly dissolving through hundreds of other floors, before eventually breaching the hull and floating off into space. Very soon, there was a constant stream of hot cum gushing out of the hole in the space station, trailing off into the unending void.

Still, Shannon's excitement increased. She cupped her swollen breasts in her hands, fondling her superhard nipples with her fingers. Soon, warm milk started to dribble from the end of her teats. Shannon compulsively smothered this fluid across her breasts and rippling abdomen, caressing her breasts orgasmically.

"OOHHHHhh YES! YESS!! YEEESSSSSS!!!" she screamed, climaxing at last.

Her cunt started to blast love juices at a truly phenomenal rate. Now, the deck below her was not just being melted by the extreme heat, but being ripped apart by the fantastic pressure. Her nipples started to release their milk at an equally unbelievable rate, drilling through the wall opposite her like melted cheese. Some of spray was deflected by her delicate hands, causing it to tear off the experimental ship's main engine.

Slowly, Shannon's orgasm came to a close. She was now ten thousand times stronger than she had been, meaning that she was now billions of billions of times stronger than a normal woman. Her uncontrolled climax had torn apart large sections of the space station, and only now could the central computer start to repair the damage. It had had enough on it's hands before just to stop the space station from depressurising completely.

* * * * *
'Mental note: do not shoot at the girl in future,' decided the General.

"Ok men. Change of tactics. From now on, we have to threaten that man she seems to have grown so fond of-"

"-Operator XVI-"

"I know full well who he is, Protector 84," said the General bluntly, before continuing, "It's clear that the girl's only weakness is her fondness of Operator XVI. We need him as a hostage."

The men agreed.

"Ok team," said the General, "you know what to do."

The men saluted and charged round the corner to capture their foe. Suddenly, they stopped charging.

The girl, Operator XVI and the Supervisor were gone. And so was the experimental fighter.

* * * * *
"You looked so damn sexy back there," said John into the microphone.

"Oh stop it, John!" replied Shannon, "you're making me blush."

Shannon was on the outside of the spaceship, her fingers grasping the thick metal hull so tightly that it had buckled like paper. She was using her awesome power to propel the 1000 tonne spacecraft like it was just a paper aeroplane. In fact, to Shannon it felt far less heavy than that, probably at least 5 billion times lighter. She was wearing nothing but a pair of headphones and a throat mike to allow her to communicate with John even in the vacuum of space.

"But you did!" emphasised John, "Especially since that weapon was supposed to kill you, but it just made you stronger!"

"Stop it John, you're exciting me! And you know what happens when I get turned on!" replied Shannon with a sexy smile on her face. Just for emphasis, she gently shook the entire spaceship with just a slight flick of her wrist.

"Ok, ok, point taken," said John, climbing back into his chair.

"Quit it!" demanded the Supervisor, "you're distracting her."

"You forget she has an IQ millions of times greater than you or I. I'm sure she can cope with a little distraction," said Peterson, jumping out of his chair.

"What the fuck are you doing now?" asked the Supervisor, grabbing John's arm.

"I'm going for a little spacewalk," replied John, breaking the Supervisor's grip.

"Are you going to do what I think you're going to do?"

"Probably."

"SHE'S A MILITARY PROJECT, A KILLING MACHINE, THE MOST POWERFUL BEING IN THE UNIVERSE - SHE IS *NOT* YOUR FUCKING GIRLFRIEND!!"

Shannon had heard everything. It took a great deal of effort to resist the urge to clench her fists, since that would have ripped the ship apart like it was made of melted cheese.

"Supervisor, why don't you SHUT UP?" she boomed, "Now, let John come out and join me, or I'll come in there and teach you a lesson you'll never forget."

"Fine. Go and join your 'girlfriend', Operator XVI," said the Supervisor through gritted teeth.

A smug smile passed across John's face as he turned towards the airlock.

* * * * *
Shannon turned to look as the airlock hissed open, and John stepped out into the void of space. He was wearing a full space-suit, with a steel cable attaching him to the safety of the ship. He slowly drifted towards Shannon. The supergirl released her grip on the hull, allowing Peterson to see how the metal had been buckled up like tin foil beneath her fingertips.

"W-Wow!" he said, "You did THAT to the hull of THIS ship?"

"Yes," replied Shannon, "Why do you find that so amazing?"

"According to the Supervisor, this ship is made of a new alloy called 'duranium'. It's supposed to be a thousand times stronger than titanium. Not only that, but the hull has been built out of superstrong molecules called nanotubes. Apparently, that makes it another ten thousand times stronger!"

"Really? It didn't feel any harder to mangle than any other material I've come across so far. I guess I'm even stronger than I was before!" Shannon quickly did some mental arithmetic. "About ten thousand times stronger, to be precise."

"Holy shit! That means you're 650,000,000,000,000,000 times stronger than a normal woman! I've always loved strong women, but this is ridiculous." Shannon smiled, blushing slightly. "By the way, don't you need to be holding on the ship to keep it on course?"

"Nah; the ship's still got directional thrusters, it was just the main engine that got knocked off back there. I've accelerated the ship to top speed, so I can leave it alone until we want to slow down." Another cute smile. "Stand back a moment, I'll show you what I mean."

Shannon drifted over to one of the small directional thrusters and rested her furry cunt against the device. She spread her arms and legs, gently pressing her chest against the ship's reinforced hull. She was extremely careful not to puncture the thick duranium with her large nipples, but she still accidentally bent the metal without even noticing. Then, Shannon used her powerful fingers to grasp a handful of the ship's metal shell. John looked on in awe as her fingertips easily embedded themselves in the two foot thick duranium alloy. She made it look like the ship was made of melted cheese, not a substance billions of times stronger than steel.

Once she had secured a firm grip on the hull, Shannon gently pulled the ship off course. The computer detected this and fired the right directional thruster, which was currently pressed against Shannon's glorious vagina.

John couldn't believe his eyes; this girl's cunt wasn't being damaged by the high velocity jet of superheated gas. In fact, the ten thousand degree flame only served to turn her on!

"Ohh Godd!!" she yelped, "I love being so fucking strong!"

It was all Shannon could do to stop herself from ripping the ship clean in half - such a feat of strength would only require one ten thousandth of her total power. The ship shook violently between her powerful arms. Her muscles bulged, crushing an deep imprint into the thick hull.

"What the hell is going on out there?" yelled the Supervisor.

"..ooh!.. Have you ever tried holding a single square of damp toilet tissue ...mmmm!.. out in front of you whilst you're having an orgasm?" queried Shannon.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"That's roughly the situation I'm in right now, ...ohh GOD!... so I suggest you stop distracting me."

"You're having an orgasm out there?!?"

"Yes. Now shut up, and stop acting like you're my father or something!"

The Supervisor did not reply.

Shannon noticed that the directional thruster was heating up dangerously, so she relaxed her flying powers and let the computer correct the ship's course. Soon, the supergirl's breathing returned to normal and her cunt stopped leaking love juices out into space.

"Thank you for the demonstration of the directional thrusters Shannon," smiled John, "I found it most agreeable."

"The pleasure was all mine," she breathed in reply.

Shannon floated closer to John. Soon, her face was pressed against the glass helmet of his spacesuit. Her warm breath steamed up his visor, before quickly evaporating into the void of space. Quite where Shannon was getting all that oxygen from, John wasn't sure, but he didn't really care.

John reached out with a gloved hand and touched Shannon's delicate fingers. He gently ran his fingers up her muscular arm, and found that he could feel her hard contours through his suit. He ran his hand across her shoulders and down onto her right breast. It was huge, and fantastically pert. John couldn't dimple her tit at all, even when he squeesed it will all his might. He moved his hand towards her jutting nipple. The teat poked out at least two inches from her breast, and was an inch in diameter. Once again, it felt impossibly hard. John remembered the dents her nipples had left in the spaceship's duranium hull, which meant that each of her teats was vastly stronger than any metal mankind had yet invented. John was very careful not to let one of her erect nipples accidentally slice open his spacesuit.

At this point, Shannon teasingly drifted away from John. Since he was now floating in space, he had no means of following her. The only thing that connected him to the ship was the two inch thick duranium lifeline. Shannon glided up to this, spread her muscular thighs and lowered herself down on the super strong cable. Staring John deep in the eyes, she sensually pulled her muscle-packed legs together. John knew that the lifeline was capable of supporting four billion tonnes of weight, and God knows how much more in terms of squeesing pressure.

Shannon's legs seemed uneffected by the thick cable, slicing through it without even slowing down.

As the tough metal was smeared across Shannon's superhuman muscles like moist putty, John noticed that the rope was slightly twisted such that the cable had double backed on itself. In actual fact, the muscle girl in front of him had easily sliced through the rope in three seperate places. Still, she had failed to notice the extra resistance the tough duranium had offered. This wasn't actually that surprising since, after all, such a feat of strength required Shannon to exert a mere hundred thousandth of her total musclepower. In other words, the super strong cable offered less resistance to Shannon than an empty packet of crisps would to anyone else. John couldn't help but admire her.

The supergirl let the remains of the crushed metal slip from between her gorgeous legs before slowly gliding towards John. Once again, he can feel her warm, hard body pressing against his suit. It is clear that she want to tear his suit clean off, but is restraining herself because she knows that John wouldn't be able to survive in the vacuum of space. She takes him by the hand and tows him back towards the airlock. Moving him so that he has a clear view of the control panel that opens and closes the airlock. She manoevers her muscular physique so that her left nipple is positioned about an inch from the 'open airlock' button. Next, Shannon brushes John's hand against her moist vagina.

Catching on, John starts to caress Shannon's cunt. He can feel her pubic hair rubbing against his glove. He can feel her powerful vaginal lips through the suit, and he knows that the slightest convulsion of her cunt would rip the spacesuit open. Yet, John continues to caress her vagina, trusting Shannon with his life. Slowly, Shannon's nipples start to respond, visibly growing in front of John's eyes. Within a few seconds, her unbelievably strong teat is touching the button beside the airlock.

A moment later, the button is depressed and the airlock opens, yet John continues to excite Shannon with his gloved hand. As Shannon bites her lip with pleasure, a small trickle of love juice leaks out from her warm cunt. Thankfully, it isn't particularly hot (only a few hundred degrees), so John's suit is able to shield him from the extreme temperature. Shannon's nipple has grown enough to force the button backwards, depressing it further than it was designed to go. As Shannon's nipple grows larger still, the thick duranium dimples, then split apart like toilet tissue. Shannon's bare teat is now pressing against the hull of the ship, her growing nipple easily pushing the ship off course. The computer tries to correct by firing the directional thrusters, but it doesn't stand a chance against such unbelievable might.

Seeing the stress that her nipples are so easily exerting against the ship's hull, Shannon withdraws her teat from the hole it was drilling into the duranium. Then, she pulls John into the airlock and gently taps the 'close outer airlock' button with her index finger. Despite the apparent delicacy of this touch, the thick duranium knob is still left with Shannon's fingerprint engraved into it. Once the airlock has been repressurised, Shannon reaches forward and grasps John's spacesuit. She grips the material so tightly that it is crushed into non-existance by the enormous pressure. Then, she pulls the toughened fabric in half in one swift, easy motion. With a look of pure lust, she pulls John closer and slips her tongue between his lips, giving John the most steamy kiss he has ever recieved.

John runs his hands down Shannon's hard, muscular body. He caresses her shapely contours with undisguised lust. He cups her huge, impossibly hard breasts in his hands and squeeses will all his might, but they might as well have been made of granite. It was like her entire body had been sculpted out of living steel.

Shannon stopped kissing John and withdrew her tongue from his mouth. Then, she slid it off his chin, down his neck and across his chest. She deliberately hooked her tongue underneath his shirt and easily stretched the fabric apart. She licked down his chest until she reached his jeans.


To be continuned...