STARLA
by Moxie
CHAPTER 6 - Getting To Know You
Update: 17/12/1997 to misc3

NOTE:  this story takes place within the aurora universe, as created by Sharon 
Best.  Starla is a Velorian supergirl without equal.


CHAPTER 6 - Getting To Know You


As twilight cast the cabin into shadows, the supergirl and 
her young man shared an intimacy neither had previously 
known.  The lights were low, fireplace periodically 
crackled; it was the ultimate romantic scene.  At 6'2" 
Derek was seven inches taller than Starla.  She craned her 
neck upward to meet his lips.  "Mmmmmm," she kissed him 
very deeply.

For Derek, the temperature in the room was definitely 
rising, and not because of the fire that Starla had 
ignited with her eyes!  No, his hands roamed her waist, 
hips, lats, deltoids, breasts:  God, she was so 
incredible!  The angles and contours of her body were 
beyond belief.

At the same time, all he could think of were questions:  
Who was she?...Where was she really from?...How strong was 
she?... How'd she get so strong?...What other capabilities 
did she have?  Maybe most importantly, what did she want 
with him?  There were so many mysteries.  His heart fought 
back the urge to let his head try to analyze the 
situation.  No, damn it, he would make a point to enjoy 
tonight by not thinking too much.

Starla, for her part, was very much enjoying being 
intimate with the young hunk.  Derek already knew more 
about this mysterious supergirl than anybody else, with 
the possible exception of her mother, Vanella.  Starla 
began to feel comfortable with that inevitable feeling of 
vulnerability one feels at the start of a new 
relationship.  

At one point, she began to get carried away.  She forgot 
where she was and unknowingly began to hold him just 
slightly more tightly.  It was actually just an 
infinitesimal increase in terms of the total amount of 
force she could apply, but it was enough.  Little did she 
know that she was beginning to effortlessly crush Derek's 
manly chest flat with her powerful arms.  To Derek it felt 
as if steel beams were crushing him into the invulnerable 
steel of her chest.  "Wooompf" was the only sound he made 
as the air was crushed from his lungs as his eyes bulged 
wide.

Starla was mortified when she realized what was happening.  
"Oh my God, Derek, are you all right?" screamed the muscle 
girl, as she cradled his body in her arms and frantically 
rushed him to the couch.

Derek was out of breath, gasping.  In a few moments, his 
body recovered, as did his ego.  "Yeah, I'm fine," he 
said, even though he could feel deep bruises forming along 
his back and ribs, and knew that he had a couple of 
cracked ribs (which she later confirmed with her super 
vision).

"Honey, I am so sorry, I guess I need to be more careful 
with my strength."  She put her face in her hands and 
began to cry.  "Oh, this is all wrong.  I can't believe I 
did that to you with my muscles.  You of all people.  
Maybe we shouldn't be doing this."

Derek leaned up on one elbow - and he tried not to show 
how badly it hurt him to do that - and cradled her chin in 
his hand and looked deeply into her gorgeous eyes.  "Hey, 
I know you didn't mean to do that.  You're just so damn 
strong.  Remember, I fell for you long before I knew you 
had this body.  I spent a lot of time getting to know what 
was in your head and your heart.  Maybe its time for me to 
find out more about your muscles, too."

Starla nodded as she got up from the couch.  She grabbed a 
handful of his shirt and casually lifted him up off the 
couch with just her left hand, holding him a few inches 
off the ground.  "I'll just make a mental note to not get 
carried away in the strength department when we 
get...together."  

"Well, yes, please do," he added sarcastically, but 
smiling.  "Now, darling, would you mind putting me down?"  

"Oh, sorry," she said grinning as she began to feel more 
at ease again.

They went over to a deerskin rug in front of the fireplace 
where the lighting was better.  Starla was standing with 
her hands on her hips, smiling.  Her beautiful face and 
cute dimples seemed to compete with the fire to illuminate 
the room.  He could barely contain himself she was so 
beautiful.  The muscular curves of her strong sensual body 
were so visible in the skimpy white bikini.  She was more 
erotic looking than his best muscle girl dreams.  He 
imagined that the flickering light from the fireplace logs 
seemed to enjoy licking at her body while also providing 
illumination for his viewing.  And all the shadows that 
were cast by the firelight only seemed to add to the 
mystery of the moment.

"Okay, let's see, where should we start?" she said.  
"Well, the first thing for you to realize is that my 
muscular expansion is far greater than that of a Terran."

"What you're trying to say is that you've got big muscles, 
right?" he asked.

"Yeah, my muscles are pretty big to start with.  But what 
I'm saying is that my muscles flex to larger proportions 
than what you've probably ever seen before.  Here...let me 
show you."

Starla was a little nervous how he would react to the 
dramatic change in her body when she fully exerted her 
strength.  Slowly, she began to flex her thighs.  Huge 
cuts began to form as slabs of muscle tissue bunched up on 
her thighs.  Her already shapely thigh grew from 27 inches 
around to over 36 inches in just a few moments.

"OH MY GOD!?" was all Derek could say as he knelt down 
before her thunderous thighs.  Derek held out a hand - he 
incredulously wondered whether a mere mortal be allowed to 
touch her - and nevertheless felt her massively muscular 
thighs.  Starla's thighs were cut with cords of huge, 
flaring muscles.  Derek ran his hands up and down the 
clefts and strong contours and valleys.  She was 
unbelievably cut.  Each one of her thighs was bigger than 
Derek's waist.  She also had a large knot of a muscle 
bulging out near the top of her thighs or base of her 
hips.  Derek looked at the dimples in the sides of her 
hips, and admired her hips and her haunches.  He ran his 
hand over her powerful hips and glutes.

"By any measure, she is a goddess," he thought silently to 
himself.  She was truly unbelievable.  His rational mind 
could think of no words to describe her...she existed 
outside the bounds of what was possible, and even 
describable.   There was no area unaffected by her 
muscularity.  Derek was amazed that muscles as large and 
defined as hers were not more vascular.  But even more 
amazing than her muscle size or powerful look, was the 
fact that her femininity had not been sacrificed for the 
sake of her muscularity.  She was all woman... all-
powerful...and erotically beautiful.

She mesmerized Derek.  His mouth was very dry, and Starla 
could hear his heart pounding.  Then she finished flexing 
her thighs fully.  As her thighs swelled to 40 inches (and 
her strength magnified to unbelievable proportions), she 
had ripples and striations begin to appear in her rock-
hard muscles.  

Then she turned her right leg to a 45 degree angle and 
pointed her toe, which caused her calf muscles to flare 
out like an upside down valentine's day heart.  Derek had 
to use one hand to cover each half of her calf muscle, and 
even then they weren't totally covered.

Derek worshipped her legs for several minutes, licking and 
feeling, probing and kissing.  Her skin was so warm and 
tan and soft, but the muscles beneath were so hard.  "Geez 
Starla, your muscles are SO hard when you flex them, they 
feel like granite," he said.  

Starla knelt down on her knees, but since Derek was 
actually sitting on the floor, she had the height 
advantage.  He put his hands on her sexy hips.  

"Actually, they are much harder than even steel or 
diamonds," she replied.  "That's how I could bend that 
baseball bat over my bicep.  Remember?"  

Derek nodded dumbly as he began to recall the unbelievable 
events of the day.  "So you really are the girl of steel?" 
he asked. 

She nodded and said, "Yeah, I guess so, if that's the 
hardest thing you've got to compare me to."

"Here, Derek, I've always wanted to do this, it's a little 
fantasy of mine."  She held her slim arm straight out at 
her side.  "Grab hold of my upper arm, and hold it tight," 
she said.  Once he was in place, she sat as upright as she 
could without lifting him right off the floor.

Then she smiled  teasingly at him, she was obviously 
acting out one of her favorite fantasies, and said, 
"ELEVATOR GOING UP!"  With that, she slowly began to bend 
her elbow and flex her tremendous bicep.  Slowly a mass of 
harder-than-steel feminine muscle began to form on her 
upper arm.  Derek felt a round steel ball growing in her 
arm beneath his grip.  It grew bigger and bigger, 
undeniably hard.  Slowly but surely, the big bicep grew 
taller and lifted Derek off the ground.  He looked at her 
with wild eyes, incredibly turned on.  Eventually, his 
body was lifted seven or eight inches off the floor, 
solely on the power of her bicep's muscular expansion.  He 
swung back and forth as his full weight dangled beneath 
the beautiful bicep.  "PENTHOUSE," she announced when her 
arm was fully flexed.  Derek could not believe the sight 
of her bicep up close, it was absolutely massive.  It shot 
at a right angle up and away from the arm, gradually 
curving to a peak eight inches above the arm, and felt 
like living steel.

After that demonstration, neither young lover could 
contain themselves any longer.  Starla set Derek back down 
on the deerskin rug.  For the next hour, he worshipped her 
muscles as she flexed and posed for their mutual 
enjoyment.  Ultimately, they made love, and this time she 
kept careful track of her strength during this encounter.  
Her body was unbelievable, Derek had never felt anyone as 
tight as Starla.  She was so soft but firm, unless she 
tensed a muscle, which then became harder than steel.

**********

Later that evening, as they cuddled nude in front of the 
fire, Derek decided that he was getting pretty hungry, 
given how loud his stomach was growling.  "I've been 
listening to your stomach for the last half hour," Starla 
revealed. 

"Don't tell me that you've got super hearing, too," asked 
Derek, to which Starla only grinned nodded.  "Super 
eyesight, too?" he asked.  "Yup," she answered.

"Oh boy," Derek sighed, constantly amazed by the 
supergirl.

"Why don't we go to Scott's Sports Bar to get a pizza and 
some beer?" Derek asked after a few moments.

"Sounds great to me," Starla answered.  "But maybe I 
should change into something more...normal?" 

"Uhh, yeah," Derek said almost reluctantly.  He had grown 
accustomed to having a muscle girl parade around the house 
in a skimpy bikini.  "Go on upstairs and try on some of my 
sister's stuff."

"Do you think it will fit me?" asked Starla innocently.

"HA!" was all Derek said, even though his sister was 
gorgeously built.

Starla was pretty muscular with a powerful and fit 
physique, but she didn't look like a freak and could 
easily blend in with a crowd.  Even when not flexing her 
muscles, she looked like a pumped-up female bodybuilder in 
contest shape.  

After some trial and error - one big error being when she 
tried on his sister's denim jacket, only to have her 
flexed bicep split the sleeve wide open - some adequate 
clothes were selected.  She wore a pair of Natalie's cut-
off denim shorts, one of Derek's T-shirts, and a pair of 
Natalie's running shoes.  Her hair was tied back in a 
denim bow.

Natalie's shorts strained to contain the large muscular 
curves of Starla's smooth tanned legs.  Derek's shirt was 
big enough to hang loosely on Starla's non-flexed body, 
but her generous breasts filled the shirt like Natalie or 
Adina never could.

Starla thought she looked damn sexy in her non-flexed 
state.  But as she stood in front of the mirror admiring 
her first "look" in Terran clothing, she couldn't resist 
the temptation to flex her muscles in this Terran 
clothing.  First, she raised her arm and flexed the bicep.  
The end of the shirt sleeve was caught at the top of the 
muscle peak, and then started to slide and roll backwards 
towards her powerful shoulder as the monster flex 
expanded, revealing a huge rounded muscle.  She admired 
the beautiful bicep while his shirt was stretched out-of-
shape beyond repair.  Then, she began to flex her other 
bicep as her arm hung down at her side.  The sleeve 
originally hung down beneath her elbow.  It looked as if 
someone was inflating a balloon inside her shirt sleeve.  
Eventually it looked like there was a melon stuffed up 
inside the shirt as the seams started to split.  She 
stopped flexing just in the nick of time, as the T-shirt 
began to make popping and tearing sounds.

"Hey, take it easy on my shirt, muscle chic," he teased.  

"Sorry," she said faking the "dog with her tail between 
her legs" look, even though they both knew how much she 
enjoyed showing off her body for him, and how much he 
enjoyed viewing it.  God, Derek thought, she looks so 
gorgeous and so wholesome.  "As long as she doesn't flex 
any big muscles, she'll pass for being relatively normal," 
he thought to himself,  "...a fantastically firm, 
incredibly curvaceous, very voluptuous, extremely erotic, 
but normal, girl."

They exited the cabin, and Derek locked the door.  When he 
turned around, there was Starla with her left hand on her 
hip, her right hand casually holding Derek's truck in the 
air about shoulder height.  The tires were hanging down 
out of the wheel wells.  "Wanna drive...or fly?" was all 
she said.

Derek coughed and dropped his keys in surprise.  "Let's 
try to make this a normal date, shall we?" he said her, 
and then whispered to himself, "...as if anything about 
her is normal."

"I heard that," she said as she gently set the big truck 
back on the ground.

Their first stop was at the ATM for some cash.  However, 
Derek's card was rejected for some reason.  He returned to 
the truck embarrassed, "Well, I guess we'll have to go 
back home, I can't get any money out of that damn 
machine."

"Why don't you let me try?" she asked.

First, she glanced at the security cameras and knocked 
them out one by one with her heat ray.  Then, she hopped 
out of the cab and strolled up to the stubborn machine.  
Derek admired her strong and shapely legs as she walked 
away.  He watched in amazement as she effortlessly sunk 
her two fists into the wall just outside the ATM machine 
frame.  Then, with what looked like a relatively gentle 
tug, she yanked the entire machine from the wall as sparks 
flew everywhere.  Two-inch-thick rebar was bent wildly out 
of shape as it screamed for mercy.  She set the machine on 
the ground and tore it apart using her bare hands to 
deform the thick stainless steel.   Just 10-15 seconds 
later, she was walking back to the truck with a cassette 
full of $20 bills.

"STARLA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU JUST ROBBED A BANK," he 
screamed at her.  

"Why don't you just think of me as Robin Hood.  We were 
kinda poor, weren't we?"

Derek fired up the truck and made a fast getaway before 
there were any witnesses.

**********

They entered the sports bar and took a table in the rear.  
Derek just hoped they could manage to keep a low profile.

For a while, it seemed as if they actually would get to 
enjoy their beer and pizza (which Starla enjoyed very 
much) in peace.  Just then, Jack Breland stalked into the 
bar.  Jack was the star middle linebacker for the cross-
county rivals of Derek's football team.  He spotted Derek 
and made a beeline for their table.

"Oh shit," Derek said under his breath.  Starla, of 
course, could hear everything, and asked, "Now what?"

"Jack Breland just came in, and he's coming this way."

"Oh great, one more opportunity for me to be your 
bodyguard.  Derek, don't you know anyone who doesn't want 
to beat the shit out of you?" she asked sarcastically.  He 
scowled back in response.

Breland was a very large young man, who swaggered as if he 
had always gotten away with everything he had ever done.  
Starla stood up to face him as he approached the table.

"Well, if it isn't Pussyfoot.  You ran past me during the 
homecoming game, but do you think you can get past me 
again, Pussyfoot?" he snarled with emphasis to Derek.

"Please leave us alone," Starla asked.

"Hey Pussyfoot, who's the bitch?"

Well, Starla abhorred being called a bitch.  So she took a 
single finger and flicked it at Jack's chest, sending him 
flying across the bar to land splayed on the stage near 
the drum set.  He quickly got his bearings and jumped up 
for a return engagement.  He started charging across the 
room, when Scott the bartender grabbed a wooden baseball 
bat from beneath the counter and banged it on the top of 
the bar and shouted, "hey, that's enough, take your fight 
outside, I don't want no fightin' in here."

Breland grabbed the bat from his hand and charged at 
Starla.  Although Derek had protective feelings for 
Starla, he knew by now that there was no way Breland would 
harm Starla, so he decided to sit back and watch the 
festivities.

Breland, who was also the catcher for the baseball team, 
took a mighty swing at Starla's shoulder that would have 
crushed bones in a normal Terran girl, but she casually 
caught the bat with one hand.  She held it fast with one 
hand while Breland tugged at it with both hands.  The bat 
didn't move a centimeter.  Then she yanked it from his 
hands, held if in front of her chest at arms length and 
effortlessly snapped it in two like a toothpick, handing 
the two splintered halves back to Breland.

He looked at the broken wood in his hands and looked at 
her in disbelief, standing there with her hands on her 
hips.  Then he dropped the wood and swung a hard 
roundhouse punch at Starla's abdomen.  Although she wasn't 
flexing her abs at the time, the natural muscle tone for 
the muscular plates of her abdomen easily repelled his 
blows.  His hand felt as if it had hit a punching bag and 
made a "THUD" as it bounced off, not even causing her to 
flinch.  He swung and landed five or six more punches 
before he realized how ineffective it was.

Then he grabbed two balls from the pool table and threw 
them at Starla, who caught one in each hand.  Then she 
proceeded to hold them up and crush each one with her bare 
hands, causing crunching and cracking sounds while dust 
flew everywhere.

She walked over to a display of golf balls, and put one 
ball between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand.  
With a cute smile on her face, she crushed the hard little 
ball flat between her fingers like it was a marshmallow.  
Then, she grabbed eight golfballs and put one between each 
one of her fingers.  Holding her hands in front of her so 
he could see, she closed her fingers and crushed all eight 
flat, her fingers easily deforming the hard plastic balls.

Finally, she stepped to a corner of the bar undergoing 
renovations.  She lifted up a sledgehammer and pulled off 
her shirt, revealing her enormous round  breasts.  She 
flexed her bicep to a tremendous size, and looked 
admiringly at it, as did Breland.  Then, holding the 
sledge at the end of the handle, she smashed it into her 
bicep with a THUD!  Holding it up for all to see, the head 
of the sledgehammer had been squashed flat and flattened 
out into a head about ten inches across.  The face of the 
sledge was flat as a pancake, except for the slight curve 
from her bicep's contour.  Then, she flexed her steely 
abs, which were unbelievably cut, and smashed the flat 
face of the sledge into them.  When she held up the sledge 
to show Breland, the face had been imprinted with the 
waffle-like pattern of her abdominal muscles.  It looked 
as if the pattern of her abs had been chiseled into the 
steel.

"Here...want a souvenir?" she smiled sweetly.  She handed 
the sledge to Breland, who looked dumbfounded as he ran 
his fingers over the pattern indented on the face of the 
hammer.  "Now, tough guy, would you please leave us alone, 
or I'll have to get rough with you."

Breland had seen enough.  He turned and ran out of the bar 
carrying the sledgehammer.

"Show off," said Derek, "although the sledgehammer was a 
nice touch."

"Thanks.  I go for effect," she replied smiling sweetly as 
she put her shirt back on.

Over pizza and beers, Derek asked her more about her 
talents, and learned in more detail about some of  the 
marvelous things she could do with her body.  Starla told 
him more about her background, her race, and about her 
recent episode with the Enterprise.

When the bar had to close, they went for a walk in the 
park and continued their conversation.

"So you actually memorized the starship's entire computer 
banks?" he asked incredulously.

"Well, not on purpose, per se, I just read it and since I 
have a photographic memory..."

"So you have the sum total knowledge of the human race up 
through the 24th century locked up in your brain?"

"Yup."

"Well now I REALLY feel inadequate," he joked.  Then he 
turned to face her and asked more seriously, "But all 
kidding aside, you still haven't answered my first 
question and I've simply got to know:  STARLA, HOW STRONG 
ARE YOU?"

Starla looked down, and almost seemed to be ashamed of how 
strong she was.  She didn't want the focus of their 
relationship to shift to her fantastic body.  After 
several moments, he took her by the hand and said, "Fine.  
Let's go find out."

Derek had seen how easily she had held the Thompson's 
truck overhead and knew she had to be pretty strong lift 
several thousand pounds, but he had no idea of the full 
magnitude of her starborn strength.  He figured that she 
was probably capable of pressing several tons; little did 
he realize that amount of weight was minuscule compared to 
the total she could handle.

He led her to the back door of a local gym called the 
Underground Pounds that was closed for the night.  He 
pointed to the padlock on the door and said, "I guess you 
can do something about that?"

She said, "Duh" and grasped the padlock in her hand.  Then 
she casually tightened her grip, causing her forearm 
muscle to bulge slightly as the tendons popped out, and 
crushed it until metal squished out from between her 
fingers.  She tossed the deformed metal down in the 
alleyway, and opened the door to the gym making an "after 
you" gesture.

Derek led her down the stairs to the weight room and 
switched on the overhead light.  He started sliding large 
disks onto the bench press bar that already had eight 
hundred pounds on it.  After several minutes he turned to 
Starla, he said, "Okay kiddo, let's see what you can do."

Starla was confused,  "What do you mean?"

 "I said, show me what you can do.  Let's see if you can 
lift it."

"What?"  Starla tried to suppress her giggles, but could 
not and finally broke out in laughter.

Derek had a serious look on his face.  But she just kept 
laughing, it seemed so ludicrous to her.  "Okay smarty-
pants," he threatened, "if I need to I can add more 
weight, you know." 

But she just laughed more.  Finally he said, "STARLA, WHAT 
IS SO FUNNY?"

"...IF I can lift it?  IF?  Honey, no offense, but there's 
not enough weight in this whole building to challenge me," 
she said in between chuckles as she grabbed the weight bar 
that by now had over two thousand pounds and snapped off a 
few one-handed curls, her bicep bunching up to a beautiful 
round ball as the bar bent down away from her hand. Given 
how easily she had lifted Derek's truck earlier that 
evening, he wasn't too surprised to see her do this.  But 
then she strolled over to the weight rack, grabbed a solid 
grip, and hoisted the entire thing overhead with one hand, 
snapping the secure one-inch bolts that had been sunken 
eight inches into the concrete.  Derek was a little 
stunned as he calculated in his head that the rack must 
have weighed over ten thousand pounds.

"Derek, I guess I need to level with you about the true 
magnitude of my strength.  Remember that I told you before 
that I was many times more powerful than the strongest 
Protector.  Well, what I didn't tell you is that I'm about 
two thousand times stronger than she is, and that she is 
five thousand times stronger than a normal Terran."  She 
paused a moment for him to grasp this and do the 
calculation in his head.

"When I was on the Enterprise, they did some objective 
measurements.  My full strength is equivalent to about ten 
million times normal Terran levels."  Derek had a look of 
confusion and wonderment, as he reached behind him to the 
weight bench to steady himself and keep from falling.

"What?"

"This weight rack probably weighs a little over five tons, 
but believe me when I tell you it's actually very light to 
me.  I can lift a lot more than that...quite a bit more.  
According to the tests and measurements taken on the 
Enterprise, I am strong enough to bench press three 
million tons.  Each one of my arms can curl over a million 
tons.  I can squat over four and a half million tons.  And 
each one of my hands can apply over nine hundred thousand 
tons of gripping force."

Derek looked punch-drunk.  "..Unh...Did...did you 
say...tons?...as in 2,000 pounds?"

Starla smiled nervously, "...uhhh...yup," awaiting his 
reaction.  "So you see, this just doesn't give me much of 
a workout," she admitted as she gently rested the weight 
rack back down.  "In relative terms, that five-ton weight 
feels to me just like a fraction of an ounce feels to you, 
probably much less than a flower petal, in fact."

Derek's head was spinning as he tried to comprehend what 
she had just said.  "Holy shit."  They were both silent 
for several minutes as they tried to sort out what had 
happened.  Finally, Derek said, "I guess you really ARE a 
supergirl, aren't you?"

She moved to just inches from him and put both her hands 
on his chest.  "I'd prefer to say that I'm YOUR 
supergirl," she said smiling.  She gazed deep into Derek's 
eyes and said, "Promise me tonight, all the love I'll need 
for the rest of my life."  

"Gladly.  I DO love you, Starla.  Forever." She kissed him 
tenderly.

They returned to the cabin and made love all night long on 
the deer skin rug.  She frequently flexed her massive 
muscles for Derek to worship, and was extremely careful 
not to hurt his fragile body with her overwhelming 
strength.  Eventually, as the sun came up the supergirl 
cuddled up next to him and hugged him gently.  She laid 
her head against his chest and fell into a deep, satisfied 
sleep.  

Derek, however, could not sleep.  He tingled from her 
sweet honeysuckle scent that permeated the room, and her 
warm touch kept him perpetually aroused.  And his head 
kept spinning from the revelation of Starla's starborn 
enormous strength.  He simply could not believe that a 
girl this powerful - and beautiful - was snuggled up in 
bed with him.  He lay there all night staring at the 
ceiling.


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