Superwoman for Christmas
By Lark6019

This story published with the gracious consent of Jeremy Wilson.



I saw the contest on the Xtreme Strength website, and decided to enter it even
though I have no luck at all.  It certainly seemed interesting:  to have an
Xtreme Strength woman come to your house for a day.  I had thought that the
woman would be Caroline Everson, since Paul Smith was running the contest. 

The e-mail from Paul was a real surprise;  I had won the contest!  Arrangements
were made, and the woman was to arrive on Christmas Eve.
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Dec 24 was cold and clear; the snowfall of the previous day had finally stopped. 
I still wasn’t sure about the contest; I mean, the stories on the website were
all fictitious, so wouldn’t the contest also be fictitious?  After all, where
could Paul find a woman with xtreme strength?  I was pondering this over coffee
when the doorbell rang.

I opened the door to reveal quite a sight:  a woman only 4’9” tall, with short
blonde hair, dressed only in shorts and a small top that left her belly exposed. 
Her proportions were odd:  her chest was enormous, but it was all muscle, with
no breasts.  She seemed wider than she was tall!  Her legs were like tree
trunks, but her feet were delicate and feminine.  Her arms were the same way;
massive upper arms, with biceps enormous even at rest, Popeye-like lower arms,
but small fingers and hands.  Her exposed belly was solid muscle, not a
six-pack, but more like a whole case.

“Hi, I’m Shelly,” she said in a feminine voice totally inconsistent with her
size.

“Did Paul Smith send you?” I asked.

“Yes he did.  I take it I’m at the right house then?”

“Yes indeed.  I’m just surprised, I was expecting Caroline Everson.  You seem to
be one of Jeremy Wilson’s characters.  Please come in.”

“Caroline wanted to spend the holidays with Paul.  You’re correct, Jeremy Wilson
thought of me, but he hasn’t put me in a story yet,” Shelly said as she entered
the house.  Her shoulders were so wide she had to walk sideways through the
door.

“Can I get you something?  You must be cold, just wearing those clothes.”

“No thank you, I’m quite comfortable.  Temperature doesn’t affect me.  What
would you like me to do?”

To tell the truth, I hadn’t really thought much about it, since I was sure the
contest was fake.  “Tell you what, there’s a dead tree on my lot that’s still
standing.  Let’s go outside and I’ll point it out to you.”

Shelly followed me out of the house.  “That’s it over there,” I said, pointing
to the tree.  It was a large one, nearly 50 ft tall, with a diameter of nearly 3
ft.

“What do you want me to do with it?” she asked.

“Shear it off near the bottom, then carry it out of the woods vertically.  Then
you can lay it down in the yard and break it into smaller pieces that will fit
into my wood stove.”

“Sure, I can do that,” she agreed as she walked up to the tree.  She stood
beside it, then she gave it a swift kick, her foot easily penetrating the trunk. 
Splinters and dust flew in all directions as the tree was cleanly sheared.  She
then drove her hand into the side of the trunk and lifted up.  She was raising
the entire tree with just one hand!  She then walked into the yard and laid the
tree on the ground.  She began snapping off sections of the trunk with her
hands.

“Can you break off the trunk between your legs?”  I asked.

“I’ll try,” she said as she got into position.  She spread her legs wide open,
but her legs were so short and so large that the trunk wouldn’t fit.  When she
tried to place the trunk in position, her feet started cutting into it. 
“Sorry.”

“That’s all right, just do it any way you like.”

She resumed snapping the trunk with her hands.  She then drove her fingers into
the trunk sections and pulled her arms apart, splitting the wood into smaller
pieces.  “Where do you want these put?”

“Just put them in the garage.  I’ll burn them later as needed.  Then join me in
the house.”

She came in moments later.  “I made some hot chocolate for you,” I said as I
handed her a cup.  “I think it’s quite nice to have a cup after being outside in
this weather.”

“Yummy, it’s delicious!” she exclaimed as she looked around.  “This house is a
mess.  And where are your Christmas decorations?”

“I’m single and alone.  No one visits.  So why bother?”

“But it’s Christmas!”  She quickly went outside and soon returned with a cedar
tree in her hand.  “This will be your Christmas tree,” she stated as she put it
in a bucket of water. 

Then she picked up a lump of coal from the pile near the stove and wrapped her
hands around it.  She pressed her hands together.  I heard the coal lump
cracking and breaking, and some dust fell from between her hands.  But instead
of parting her hands, she instead began pressing them together much harder.  I
could see that see was starting to strain, her arm muscles were bulging
obscenely and the veins were really standing out.  Sweat started coming from her
brow and running down her face.  It didn’t make sense, but I could swear that
her hands started glowing!  Then she opened her hands, and there in her palms,
instead of coal dust, were diamonds!  She tossed the diamonds at the tree,
embedding them in the branches and making the tree sparkle in the light!

“There, isn’t that much better?” she asked.

“It’s beautiful, thank you so much!” I exclaimed.

We both looked at the tree for a bit.  I also looked at her, her face was
actually quite beautiful.  But then she seemed to lose her balance, and began to
fall to the floor.  I reached out to grab her, but then she started to fade
away.  “What’s wrong?”

“Jeremy is starting to write a story with me in it,” she explained.  “He’s
putting me in a different location, where I’ll soon appear.  Goodbye for now.”

“Goodbye,” I replied as she faded completely away.  “See you in the story.”