At first Amanda thought of showing off her new strength with the guys lifting weights. Then she noticed that Jake, the guy who passed her the note asking for a date was one of the weightlifters. She didn't want to seem too eager, and decided to play a little hard to get. So she jogged over to the football field. She marveled in how easily her new body moved as she covered the space to the football field in no time at all. She would have thought it would hurt to run with her new giant hooters, but they barely moved as she ran. Another perk to superhuman strength, she thought to herself, smiling at the pun. They did rub against her tank top as she ran over, but rather than chafe painfully, it just felt really really good. By the time she got to the sidelines, her nipples were fully erect.

Stan, one of the football players noticed Amanda immediately. Good lord, what had happened to that girl? He'd never seen anyone hotter. My god, look at the tits on her! And she's nipping out. My god, this is too much.

He was picked up a football and tossed it Amanda's way, saying "Why don't you come join us? Let's see what you can do." It was a co-ed football game, even if the girls were all hopelessly outmatched.

Amanda put down her bag with her street clothes and the gun, picked up the ball and threw it back Jake's way. She'd never been a super-athlete, at least not before the gun, but there was one thing she did know, how to throw a football. Her father loved tossing the football around, and he taught her how to throw it properly.

Stan was about 20 yards away, which would have been about as far as she used to be able to throw. Without thinking about her new strength, she wound up and threw the ball as hard as she could, with a good upward arc so that it would make it as far as Stan. With her new super muscles, though, it was way too hard, as the ball sailed up in a beautiful spiral, across the field, over the bleachers and the running track and finally over the roof of the school 200 yards away.

"Oops, sorry!" Amanda called over in a shy voice.

"Jesus, Amanda! Peyton Manning couldn't have made that throw! Come here and try that again!"

Who was Peter Manning? She guessed it didn't really matter.

"I guess I'm just better at throwing a football than he is." she replied with an impish smile.

"Right! You're better than Payton Manning. Come on, that was a trick or a fluke or something." The girl did have some serious muscle going on though. Stan could see the thickness in her arms and shoulders. When he could pull his eyes off of her spectacular rack, that is.

Smiling nervously, but loving the attention, Amanda jogged onto the field. Stan tossed her another football. She caught this one single handed and asked him, "Can Peter Manning do this?"

She held the football out in front of her chest with both hands. With her giant breasts, it almost looked like she was sticking it in her cleavage. Then, she pressed her hands together. The football split down the seams with a resounding pop. Stan just stared slack jawed as she tossed the deflated football back to him. She walked over and picked up another one.

"Torres, go deep" she called to a short, Hispanic receiver who nodded and ran off 40 yards towards the opposite goal.

She wasn't going to take a chance at sailing this one over his head. She wound up and threw hard, but in a low arc, directly at him. The ball zipped down the field in a low flat arc, it's trajectory barely affected by the pull of gravity. It hit Torres in the middle of his chest and knocked him off his feet and about three yards backwards. To his credit he made the catch.

"Still think it's a fluke? Why don't you try to tackle me, Stan?"

Stan Koslowski was an all state linebacker, and was being scouted out for several top colleges. He was 6'4", weighed 250 and was fast and athletic. The girl might have a hell of an arm, but she didn't have to ask him twice to knock her down. He launched himself towards her, head down intending to knock the hot girl on her muscular ass.

Amanda smiled as Stan charged her. This was going to be fun. She was probably ten times as strong as Stan, he didn't have a chance. She steadied herself for impact as he flew towards her, hoping that he wouldn't hurt himself too bad.

Unfortunately, Amanda hadn't paid enough attention in physics class. Even if she was a lot stronger than Stan was, when a 250 pound linebacker hit Amanda, who even with her new muscle couldn't weigh much more than 180, the results were predictable. Amanda ended up on her ass, with Stan on top of her, his face nestled in between her enormous breasts, and a giant grin on her face.

Amanda wasn't hurt, she barely felt the impact, but she was humiliated. She quickly stood up, grabbing Stan by the back of his collar and lifting him off the ground single handed.

Holy shit girl! You really are strong! We have got to show the coach!" Rather than being afraid or angry with Amanda, he was seriously impressed, and was excited beyond belief.