More Than Mortal 4
Goddess Complex

	Jonah watched Kellie as she found different ways to amuse herself with the
arsenal at her feet.  She had Charlie place one grenade between her breasts to
which it was promptly squashed before it could explode.  She’d said it was an
“oopsie”, and that she hadn’t done it on purpose, though she was hardly upset
about the accident.  The second one she managed more gently.

	“Well, that was boring.”  Kellie twitched her chest muscles causing a quick
whistle of vapor to escape her line of cleavage.  “Let me have that one.”

	“What happened to the last one I gave you.”

	“It’s gone.”

	“But I didn’t hear it explode.  Where’s the pieces?”

	“Gone.  Now give me that one in your hand.”  She held out her hand.  Jonah
blinked at her trying to let his head get around what she had done.

	“You’re acting surprised again.  Why?”

	“Kellie, you just squeezed a grenade to vapor!”

	Kellie looked at her stepbrother waiting for the point he supposed to get
to.

	“And?”

	“That’s impossible!”

	“You mean effortless, right?  Give me that last grenade and I’ll show you
what’s impossible.”  Kellie pulled the pin and handed it to Jonah.  She raised
her finger at him as a signal to watch carefully.  She kissed the ticking
explosive before sliding it past her smooth, soft lips.  Jonah’s mouth dropped
when he saw her swallow it whole.  Kellie considered for a moment. 

	“Hmm.  It’s like a warm coke busted open in my tummy.  Excuse me, I have to
burp.”  She turned around.  “Oh, and cover your ears.”

	Jonah quickly brought his hands up.  Kellie turned to level another several
acres of forest with an astounding belch.  Jonah, once again, was unable to keep
his footing.

	His sister covered her mouth with mock surprise.  Jonah didn’t believe she
was sincere.

	“You’re right, I’m not.  It was just funny.”  She giggled into her fingers.

	“You’re doing that mind thing again.”

	“Yeah.  I can sense everything you’re thinking.”  She paused.  “I even know
how much this turns you on.  You’ve been fantasizing about supergirls for years,
brother.”

	Jonah looked a bit nervous and embarrassed.

	“Well, now she’s here.”  Kellie looked down at herself.  “I’m here and so
much more powerful than anything your head has dreamed up.”

	Jonah had to agree.  Kellie was many times more beautiful and sensual.  So
far they’d found nothing that could make her feel anything more than tickled or
bring her to orgasm.  Based on the inadvertent destruction of over 10 acres of
countryside, her strength must be immeasurable.

	“Oh.  Immeasurable.  I like the sound of that!”

	“Stop it.”  Jonah ordered.

	“Please, make me.”  He body expanded into mountains of muscle.

	“Please, stop it.” 

	“Oh, since you asked so nicely, no.”  She smiled and her body hardened.  He
wondered how it all seemed possible.  She could expand her muscles, but that was
separate from how she hardened them.  When she hardened, her skin seemed to
develop a shine that deepened all of the cuts that separated each segment. 
Jonah’s shoulders slumped.  They both knew how much chance he really had. 

“It would take an army, probably.”  He thought to himself.

He looked up at Kellie who had a look in her eye that he’d come all too familiar
with in the passing hours.

“You heard that, didn’t you?”

“Yep.”

“You’re going to try it, aren’t you.”

“You’re such a smart little man.”  She beamed at Jonah.  “Now let’s see if I can
listen in…” 

Jonah watched her brush her golden hair behind her ear.  She leaned out
pretending to listen intently to something.  He heard the rustle of leaves and
nothing more.

“I don’t hear anything.”

“Yeah, I figured.”  She rolled her eyes.  “I hear…a small skirmish in Haiti. 
Much too easy for someone like me.  There is another in Africa, at least I think
that’s the language.  Again, nothing impressive there.  Nuclear testing in North
Korea- now that might be fun, peace talks at the UN- boring, and a small group
of terrorists whispering in a cave in Afghanistan.  I want something bigger,
though…there!”

Kellie turned her gaze toward the ground looking as if she were watching
something.
“What are you looking at?”

“The Middle East.  I knew I could count on them for some fun!  Oh look, they
have tanks and everything!  Wait, you can’t see it can you.  There must be
thousands of miles of rock between us, huh?  Oh, I better hurry.  They’re
moving.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Go play with them.”  She smiled.  “Are you gonna miss me?”

“No.”  He pouted and started to walk away.

“Really?”  Kellie replied.  Jonah’s body relaxed.  His mind reeled and he felt
himself become painfully erect.

“Oh, God, don’t.”

“Tell me you’ll miss me.”

“I will!  God help me, I will.”

“I am a Goddess, Jonah.  I won’t tell you again.”  She blew a gentle, warm kiss
over his body and watched as he spasmed and rolled in the grass.  His moans
satisfied her.  She kissed him again and floated off.  Jonah barely held on to
sanity.


	“They are impressive, aren’t they?”  Kellie stood in the shower of their
assault proudly displaying her unstoppable naked body.  She knew it be just what
was needed to anger the small army.

Kellie observed her chest as a barrage of armor-piercing machine gun fire
bounced harmlessly from her perfectly golden and utterly bare skin. The edge of
her mouth turned up in a subtle grin as she remembered how lethal this gunfire
would normally be for normal people, while it was completely ineffective against
her powerful body.

She noticed how the ammunition hit her relaxed muscles and dropped to the ground
severely dented and disfigured by its impact with her muscled form.
She adjusted her one-handed grip on the main battle tank she had scooped up upon
her arrival.  (She had to get their attention, after all.)  Her body flexed just
slightly. For a moment, the machine gun bullets impacted something far harder
and far more invulnerable than the mere armored steel plating of a tank and
ricocheted away in a violent display of sparks and shattered metal fragments. 

From the moment they shifted their attack it was obvious to her how lop-sided
the battle would be.  She amused herself by playfully flicking each deadly round
from the air.  Despite the speed, multiple directions, and sheer quantity of
rounds, she became bored.  Even with the single available finger, she was hardly
challenged.

To her accelerated senses, the bullets floated about around her.  None made it
through her single fingered defense, but she started to miss how they felt. 
Instead, she deflected them onto her favorite parts.  She shuddered as they
sprinkle her right nipple.  Her eyes fluttered and she released a rumbling moan
when she directed them between her legs.  She craved more, but stilled herself
quickly.  A loss of control now would certainly end the fun much too soon and
much too easily. 

 	Lost in the thought of a battle ending orgasm, she noticed that the ticklish
pinging of the machine gun fire against her skin had slowed to a trickle.  She
picked up through their radio that they were shifting to a different tactic. 
Probably based on how ineffective their first one was.

“In this case, it’s not the size that counts, boys.”  She chided.  “Don’t let
that stop you though!”

After a few moments, the treads of the tank she had been holding in her left
hand began to spin frantically like a caged beast trying to escape a trap.  She
could feel the turret spinning back and forth shifting its 72-ton weight, for
what it mattered.  She gently shook the restless behemoth.  The tank stopped
moving. 

“Hey, cut it out up there!”  A look inside and she realized her mistake.  “Oops. 
That was a bit too rough.  They’re all knocked out!”

Forty-nine of her toys tank battalion comrades rushed into attack formation. She
waited patiently while they lumbered up in front of her in a semi-circle and
began to open fire at will.  Her smile grew with the caliber of weapons.  She
mused how cute it was that they trying so hard for her!

“Oh, Yes!  Again, again!”  She exclaimed with excitement. 

Their main guns to bumped her tummy and breasts with salvos of armor-piercing
fin-stabilized rounds and high-explosive anti-tank exploding ordinances. 
Grateful, she arched my back into the less-than-harmless barrage offering her
expanding breasts as an ample target.  A few took the opportunity pounding her
tits with so much firepower and enthusiasm.

“Oh, I don’t think I’ll never get tired of this.”  She closed her eyes while
they continued.  “There is so much power inside me.”

She allowed the amusing phalanx of shells to impact against her as clouds of
acrid-smelling smoke blanketed the area, and the smell of gunpowder permeated
the air.  It had barely been a massage to her, and was soon becoming a bore;
however, she let them give her all they had allowing them to come to their own
realization.  She remembered from school that men were visual learners.

She giggled.  “They’re getting the whole text book today!” 

She took a moment to watch one of the shells approach slowly, focused on its
atomic structure.  She noticed its structure was much more dense compared to the
other ordinance that encountered her.

“Not that is matters.”  She rolled her eyes.  “They may as well throw ping pong
balls.” 

She smiled wide and even a stray shell slamming into her face didn’t wipe it
off.  She had to pick some of the metal from her teeth, however. 

“Mental note…ugh!”

She casually brushed metal fragments from her cleavage as another twenty-two of
the worthless shells fragmented across her skin again.  They even tried to fire
all 49 at one time.  She was impressed with the coordination, and even got a
giggle out of her.

“Nicely done, boys!”  She cutely smiled.  That earned them a happy thumb up from
Kellie. 

“Okay.  My turn!”

She reached up with her free hand grasping the under belly of the tank that had
remained balanced overhead in her other hand, and created a second handhold. The
thick steel armor squished between the fingers of her grip. Her hands slowly
moved together over her head while the body of the tank screamed.

“That’s it?  I actually thought this would be harder.  It’s like folding
laundry.”  Her laughter filled the valley.

The thick armor gave no more resistance than play-doh as she applied the
frightening strength of her muscles. She moaned from the feeling of using her
dominating strength.  She loved the feeling of easily overpowering the best man
had to offer.  She enjoyed the way her body hardens, the pressure of the blood
flooding into my muscles, the warmth of the astronomical amount of power
channeling through her body as her muscles effortlessly did things the mightiest
machinery on Earth could never do.

As the huge tank was smoothly bent in half, signs of metal fatigue were evident
along its hardened shell.  She noticed the dense atomic structure that it shared
with the ammunition it spat.

“Must be something special.”  She mused.

Pinging noises traveled through its frame.  A loud crack followed, as it finally
snapped in two.  Kellie finished bending the tank back onto itself with little
effort.  Absentmindedly, and with her bare hands, she began a simple task of
compressing the metal monster into a much smaller pile of scrap metal.  She
gleefully worked it smaller and smaller pulling it into her body as if she were
gathering a newspaper into her hands.  She condensed it so small that it began
to glow from it’s own internal heat.

The attack against her continued, though it was barely noticed.  She smiled
pressing the ball into her breast watching as her super dense sculpture caved to
the curve of her mound proving again how much harder her own body was.  Even her
nipple refused to give as it expanded boring out a simple hole into the wad of
war machine.  Biting her lip in satisfaction, she brought the ball of armor next
her chest for comparison.  The tank was still larger than her round breast.

“Well that won’t do!”  She stated.  “I simply won’t allow it!”

Without much ado, or any effort, Kellie’s hands continued working to reduce its
size further.  She was surprised that the small task never got harder the
smaller it got.  Playfully, she kneaded the seventy-two ton mass smaller and
smaller like a ball of clay.  At times, some superheated alloy would splatter
onto her.  She imagined she looked silly with all the melted metal splattered
all over her, but she didn’t mind.  She eyed her tank-ball carefully giving it
another comparison to her tits.  The baseball size now appeased her, which was
very much smaller than her breasts.

Kellie was so caught up in how easily her formidable body had compacted the
tank, and how her nipple had molded it, that she’d completely forgotten about
the bothersome tank artillery still assaulting her.

She couldn’t help how funny she found it all to be.  Kellie tossed the ball up
and down in her hand, giving no true indication of its weight, deciding who
would to peg with it.  An armor piercing shell smacked into the side of her
right breast.  She turned her face to the tank that fired it and underhanded the
72-ton ball toward it.  Her casual toss could have been recorded as the fastest
moving object ever recorded totally obliterating her target. She blew the rest
of the tank nest a light kiss tossing the heavy tanks about the horizon like a
deck of cards.

To her surprise, and joy, another mustered the courage to run her over the
ground vibrated as the imposing behemoth drew near her.  Its front ramming plate
slammed into her breasts.  The tank stopped dead in its tracks proving again
that Kellie’s tits are the ultimate combination of irresistible forces and the
immovable objects.

Its turbine engine whined and screamed as she held the tank stationary.  Its
spinning treads scored deep grooves in the ground.  Playfully, Kellie held one
finger up for the crew’s observation.  She lowered it to the ramming plate and
gave it a simple push.  The vehicle’s treads tossed a whirlwind of sand and
stones into the air fighting a losing battle against her powerful finger.  With
the same finger, she experimentally flicked it several times only to have its
treads finally catch and propel it back.  She worked her way through all four
digits until she was flicking against its 1500 hp engine with her pinky.  The
machine was tossed backward again, and again.  The thick ramming had long since
buckled.  Still they pressed their attack.

Her breath managed to keep it bay just as easily.  Her sweet kiss caused it to
shudder in her violent tunnel of wind.  The machine was nearly flipped as it
fought her gentle exhalation. 

She put forth one last little challenge for one of man’s most dangerous
machines.  She lowered herself allowing the metal monster an attempt to press
her nipple back.  She was visibly excited when it became painfully clear that
its turbine engine wasn’t powerful enough! 

Her thoughts wandered to her abilities and who she had become.  She no longer
was paying attention to the war machine she was so easily defeating.  The very
idea of her power made her body ache with erotic promise.  She heard the engine
screaming louder which brought her attention back to it.  She sighed with a
smile while her nipple pressed the tank away.  She was hardly surprised.

“Ms. Nipple!  You naughty girl!”  She said.  Her expanding nipple shoved the
tank back another inch.  “The world’s most powerful war machine easily beaten by
my nipple.  Oh, this is too much fun!”

Feeling she had more than made her point, Kellie shoved her fingers through the
tank’s front armor.  It rose from the ground as if it were a helium filled
balloon.  She flexed her wrist curling the machine several times finding
amusement with the crew’s bouncing around inside the turret.  She paused to
allow a moment for them to collect themselves.

Their next move was predictable, though enjoyable.  She angled the tank’s gun
down at her chest.  The barrel was aimed directly at her left breast.  In their
last, desperate effort, the tank crew fired one of the high-explosive anti-tank
shells directly at her offered target opportunity.  Even fired so close, it felt
so gentle.  Kellie offered her right breast for another attempt.  Super-heated
alloy splattered over he skin.

“…just like a warm shower…” She looked into the barrel.  “Finished already?”

Another round slammed into her smiling face.  Naturally, when the smoke cleared,
they saw her still standing there absolutely unharmed.  Her free hand surrounded
her powerful globe, pinching her nipple. 

She wanted to be sure they could see how much enjoyed their gentle teasing, but
the party was over.  She grabbed the end of the cannon with one hand and
gathered it into her fist removing the opportunity to fire any more salvos.  The
barrel was manipulated easily in her grip as she turned it back toward the
turret. 

She turned her wrist over and shook the steel beast causing the crew to come
stumbling out unceremoniously.  The driver needed some coaxing, however.  She
used her fingernail and carved the hatch away like the lid of a tin can.

“Shoo!”  She said.  They scattered to escape.  Others, despite her easy show of
power, resumed their assault. 

Now satisfied that another tank was sufficiently neutered, it too became a
projectile for me, this time taking out three more of this military’s finest. 
She thought about how unfair it was that she could do these things so easily. 
It no one a fighting chance.  There knew, now, that there was not a single
military weapon on the planet that could beat her.  It seemed everything they
had were no more than sex toys to her.  Kellie was hardly complaining, however.

Steel slapped and pounded against Kellie’s skin as she stopped to considered the
most entertaining way to dismantle the “deadly” army.  She considered what she
was accomplishing here.  Hours ago she was a mousy little girl with dreams of
changing the world.  Now, she was a goddess of endless power and her ability to
change the world has become an all too easy reality.  Goosebumps traveled over
her skin at the thought of it.  One girl against the entire human race.  She
lost herself in the idea closing her eyes.

The grounds around her exploded sending mounds of earth spiraling into the sky. 
A crater was left beneath her, yet she stood on an invisible surface,
unaffected.  She opened her bright eyes.

“Yes.”  She smiled.  “You’re all mine now.”

She on the space created beneath her feet.  Another shell pounded the ground
behind her.  Her hair billowed outward in a halo of gold and molten shrapnel
splashed up her spine.  Her pace remained unchanged.  A whistled brought
attention to the sky. 

“Perfect.”

The artillery piece dropped onto the shelf of her raised breasts.  The explosion
rumbled through the area around her.  Her breasts never moved for something so
weak in comparison.  The alloy heated and splattered across her skin.  She
spread it over her naked tits as if it were a soft lotion.  She looked like a
silver statue covered in the melted ordinance she’d been hammered with.

Kellie, having made up her mind, allowed herself the freedom of losing control. 
She laid onto her back concentrating on the feeling of their weapons against
her.  Her full, glossy lips parted in another perfect smile.  The rounds were
very insistent as they pushed at her skin.  They poked at her as if they
demanded her attention.  She didn’t ignore them, though it would be easy to. 
Her spine arched as she pushed her body up to meet more artillery.   The power
inside her throbbed outward again.  Her muscles felt bloated with it, but she
knew there was always room for more.  She felt her fingers squeezing her thighs,
her pneumatic grip doing more than the military ever could.

Her hips slammed downward.  Vehicles were tossed to their sides like dominos. 
An aftershock followed as she moaned.  Metal stressed under the vibration of her
outcry.  Most within 10 kilometers were dead.  She raised her hips again.  Her
left hand found her breast.  She loved that she couldn’t hold it all.  She also
loved that even her infinite strength barely affected it.  Her nipple was
harder. 

Her other hand found her clit whose hood emerged from the slit of her moist
lips.  She was reluctant to touch it.  She was afraid of destroying too much too
soon.  Her body insisted, however.  With a touch her hips dropped again.  A
cliff face suffered the consequence, but her fingers slipped over her center.

Her pleasured outburst cleared the sky of its cloudy cover.  The sun’s rays
poured through touching her skin.  She welcomed the warmth, as it seemed to feed
her.  The soldiers were retreating, but her voice raced faster than their
machines could.  The closest machines exploded suddenly splattering like a
superheated fountain of steel.  Others were tossed about the landscape.

Her hips rose once more.  Muscles stretched her skin.  Her fingers reached into
her wet lips.  Her hips dropped.


	
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East.  Moments ago a level 6.7 earthquake decimated a 1,600 square kilometer
area south of Baghdad.  Reports have come in indicating that the shock was felt
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be alive.  I’m…what do I say?  It’s a miracle!”