Jess pumped Brad up and down a few times, giggling at how strong she now felt. “You feel like you weigh 15 pounds! Is this what the gun did to you? Does this mean that every time we have sex that I’m going to get stronger?”

Brad’s flaccid penis started hardening again with those words. “Uh, I don’t know.”

Jess smiled, plopping Brad down next to her. She slipped off the end of the bed and went into a posing routine for the befuddled Brad. As she moved eloquently from a rock solid front thigh flex to an amazing ab crunch, she marveled at the possibilities.

“Just think about it Brad. You’ve already made me like, ten times stronger. And my muscles look better than ever. They’re definitely harder and they’re clearly more defined.”

Sliding into a side chest pose, her rippling pectorals pressed out her rock hard breasts and dainty pointed nipples. Her bicep bulged razor sharp, looking bigger than ever.

“I mean, hell, I could walk onto a bodybuilding stage now and kick some serious ass! And I could win any power lifting contest I entered. With ease!”

As she moved into a classic double bicep, Brad had parked himself at the end of the bed, his member at full staff.

“And just think about it Brad. With Amanda’s gun and your magic sperm I could be the most muscular, most powerful girl, hell, BEING on earth! I could curl my weight for reps before, Brad. You’ve seen me do it. Now I’ll bet I could curl over half a ton! And with just one more hook up, do you think I could curl 5 tons? Wouldn’t that be awesome Brad? Do you want to make me strong enough to curl 50 tons? How about 500 tons? Just think about it Brad. What if I could curl 1 MILLION pounds!”

Jess held the most amazing double bicep pose Brad had ever seen as his dick practically wagged. Jess’s biceps had fibers pressing out across the granite muscles. The bicep splits were etched across the twin mounds in bold relief and the peak pushed up higher than ever before. Subtle veins rose up across arms that could curl 500 pounds each, vividly pumping enriched blood to the dense muscle tissue.

“Just look at how big and strong my arms LOOK! And they feel so hard, so powerful.”

With Brad nearly panting, Jess gave her head a slight nod, inviting him over to probe her statuesque body. He moved forward quickly and was soon tracing his hands around her right arm.

“My, my god Jess. I’ve never felt a muscle this hard before.”

Jess tossed her head, bobbing her pony tail across her back. “Go ahead and grip it with both hands. See if I can support your weight.”

Eager to please and thrilled to test her strength, Brad quickly complied and within moments was hanging on her bicep as though he were a 2 year old boy. He hugged the steel hard arm and pulled his legs off the ground, smiling up at Jess, looking for her approval. She giggled at how little effort she had to put forth to hold his large body.

“I could hold your weight all day Brad. I’m that strong already. So what do you want to do next? I could test my strength now, we could go downstairs and make these muscles even bigger. Or….”

Brad’s erection ached. He wanted the first two, most definitely. But he also knew that his body was going to explode if he didn’t give in to the immediate desire. As he released his hands and slumped to the ground, his erection was now at full strength and ready for action. Jess smiled knowingly and leaned down, slipping into position.

“I suppose this answers the question. Guess we’re going to find out if you’re going to give your girlfriend the ability to curl 10,000 pounds. Or if you come twice, maybe 100,000 pounds? Could you see me curling gigantic weights, Brad? Crushing rocks with my bare hands? Bending steel bars against my irresistible breasts?”

Brad panted, tilted his head back and released with a vengeance. He closed his eyes, straining as thoughts of Jess lifting their school bus over her head with one hand filled his brain. Dreams of Superman pounding uselessly against her naked chest drove his desire deeper. He shook as he came, wanting nothing more than to make Jess everything they both desired. Jess smiled.

“That’s it Brad, make me stronger. Make my muscles even harder. Even stronger. Soon I’ll be curling more weight. Give me the power to curls tons. Hundreds on tons. THOUSANDS of tons. Make me your dream girl, Brad. Make me your Super Girl!”


Randy finished putting on every plate in the gym on one bar. Over 2300 pounds now resided on the bar that Amanda had recently pressed 200. “Are you sure about this Amanda?”

Amanda set herself under the weight and winked. Randy’s erection had built back up already. “I’m sure. But if you don’t hold out, we’re not going to see what a second load will do.”

Blushing a bit, Randy could hardly control himself as he watched Amanda pull the massive weight off the rack and bring it down to her rock hard chest. She held the weight for a moment for effect. Randy gave her a concerned look. “Uh, Amanda?”

Receiving the reaction she anticipated, Amanda slowly powered the bar back up as Brad muttered “Oh my god!” Giggling, Amanda pressed the bar two more times to drive the point home. She really was super strong. Racking the weight she sat up.

“So. Is that like a world record or something?”

She loved slipping into valley speak every now and again. The guys usually ate it up. Randy needed no further help. He was nearly speechless already.

“Uh, um, yeah, I think so.”

Amanda pulled her right thigh over the bench and hopped to her feet. “So Randy. Now that we’ve established that I have super strength and that you’re apparently the reason, whatever shall we do now? We could use the gun on me and make these muscles even bigger and stronger, or perhaps something else? Something to make me even stronger?”

Randy’s mouth went dry as Amanda slowly stalked forward, her massive muscles flexing up hard and defined as she moved. Randy’s erection was now throbbing. Amanda smiled as she gently pushed Randy against the wall and looked up into his glazed eyes.

“Hmm. It’s seems you’re answering the question for me.”

Putting her hands on his shoulders, Amanda pushed down on his large, 210 pound, 5 foot 10 inch frame to position his penis. Bringing one hand down, she guided him in and with the other hand, reached behind him and gripped his glutes. With a subtle upward tug, Amanda pulled Randy off the ground, supporting all of his weight with one arm.

“You feel so light already Randy. I can hold you up easily with just one arm.”

Randy leaned forward, pulling his feet up and placing his hands on Amanda’s shoulders for support as Amanda pulled him back and forth.

“And if my estimation are correct, I’ll soon be able to hold your weight with one finger! And bench press over 10 tons! Would you like that Randy? To see me bench press over twenty THOUSAND pounds? Maybe more.”

As Randy came and the familiar warmth began to build within Amanda, she let out a pleasurable sigh. “And this could just be the beginning. Could you imagine me pressing up 100 tons? How about a 1000? You could turn me into Wonder Woman! Would you like that Randy? Then when I shoot myself with the gun again to get bigger muscles, my strength will increase even more! A lot more! Oh what fun we can have. Could you see me becoming an unmovable mountain of fem-muscle? With incredible strength and an indestructible body?”

Randy groaned and nodded. Yes, make Amanda a She-Hulk, he thought! A Super She-Hulk! With the strength to toss tanks around. With the power to crush steel plates like putty. To make Amanda the strongest being ever imagined! He tensed his muscles and shook with desire. Yes! Yes! Yes!