“We can head over to Gold’s Gym,” Amber concluded, nearly giddy with endorphins and adrenaline. What a freaking rush! No wonder boys fought with their fists instead of words; kicking ass was exhilarating! It was a wonderful feeling, one which she longed to experience again and again! As soon as she got home, she’d take pleasure in showing her brothers who the new boss was! Amber grinned nastily as she remembered all the times growing up when those pushy, rowdy boys had forced her to roughhouse with them. Well, she was more than ready to roughhouse now, and this time they’d be the ones who’d end up hurt and crying! She would brutally beat up Justin, Dylan, and Davy all at the same time, proving her now-stratospheric physical superiority over them and establishing her total dominance of her comparatively puny male siblings!
That was for later, though, an enjoyable end to a great evening. At that moment, Amber was more concerned with testing the extent of her newfound super-strength. Thrashing her brothers wouldn’t accomplish that; it’d be much too easy for her! Amber’s exquisitely carved, huge muscles weren’t even pumped from the minimal effort which had been required for her to hospitalize five Varsity football players. No, if she wanted to discover her limits, she needed to hit a gym, and Gold’s was only a few miles away.
Britney hung up the phone and anxiously told her inexplicably transformed best friend, “They say they’ll have an ambulance here in half an hour.”
“We’re not going to bother waiting,” Amber scoffed. “Come on, I want to see what else these babies can do!” Amber declared, pointedly flexing her Herculean, soccer ball-sized biceps! Slipping her shoes back on, the female nuclear powerhouse stalked out of the house toward the gym, moving with the flowing, predatory feline grace of a tigress. Britney trailed after her without even thinking about it, still deep in shock from what she’d witnessed. Amber had ripped their couch in half, and then effortlessly curb-stomped both Brett AND his big jock friends! How on Earth had she grown so irresistibly strong, so fantastically muscular, so intoxicatingly beautiful?!?! Britney’s formerly dumpy, plain best friend of so many years was barely recognizable anymore! Amber looked like a freaking super-model crossed with a Mr. Universe champion! Somehow, though, her laser-cut, superbly large muscles only added to the raven-haired young Amazon’s alluring attractiveness rather than detracting from it; Amber was the flawless exemplar of divine feminine strength and mesmerizing comeliness!
Certainly, the drivers they encountered on the way seemed to think so! The breathtakingly lovely, brazenly bare-chested musclegirl literally stopped traffic, causing multiple pile-ups as drivers googled at Olympian Amber’s statuesque upper body and rock-firm, truly spectacular breasts. Amber didn’t even deign to take notice of any of them, flaunting her now-fabulous form for all the world to see. Not sharing her best friend’s absolute self-confidence, Britney could only try to hide behind Amber’s mammothly muscle-bound bod, her own cheeks red with embarrassment.
The jingling of the bell as the door to Gold’s Gym opened drew the attention of only a few of the patrons; still, it wasn’t long before everyone present was staring incredulously at the half-naked, awe-inspiring female Adonis named Amber Smith!
Amber’s arrestingly pretty eyes roamed over the various weight machines as she tried not to betray her sudden, overwhelming confusion. Dylan worked out a lot in the basement, and so did Justin, but Amber had always avoided their little “man-cave”. Consequently, she didn’t have the slightest clue what most of this equipment was or how to use it. Fortunately, as is usually the case in such an establishment, one of the employees approached to “help” her.
Biff “Bull” Martinson was a former pro football player, a very fit, bulky man in his mid-forties, with a face like a granite slab. His stern countenance generally dissuaded anyone from making trouble. This incident was unusual enough, however, that even he couldn’t maintain his usual poker face.
“Um, miss, I’m sorry, but you can’t be in here without a shirt,” he managed to get out, all while he tried not to ogle the tremendously built, five foot seven teenage titaness.
“Wrong,” Amber told him bluntly. “I can do anything I want!” She laughed delightedly at the undeniable truth of that statement, then lashed out with a textbook right cross, pulling her lightning-fast punch so she merely shattered Biff’s jaw instead of smashing his head off. In that instant of impact, she absorbed both his strength and all his weight-lifting expertise.
As the adult lay moaning on the floor, Amber, the newly expert bodybuilder, strutted over to the nearest bench-press. Seizing the man already seated there by a shoulder with her machine-tool powerful right hand, the drop-dead gorgeous, immensely strong supergirl wrenched the limb clear out of its socket as she casually tossed the adult aside like a worthless piece of trash!
Staring down at the prostrate gym-goer intimidatingly, Amber ordered, “Now lick my shoes clean!”
Given how unbelievably strong uber-mighty Amber was, the man eagerly began licking the cute little black flats beneath which Amber could have crushed him like a bug!
Dismissing the man at her feet, the young Greek goddess slotted several new plates onto the iron bar, so many it actually bent in the middle. Then she stretched out along the bench and grasped the bar, bringing it up off the struts and lowering it all the way to her bared, bullet-hard nipples before easily pressing it up again.
Amber did thirty reps with perfect form and a full one thousand pounds, the tremendous weight not even coming close to challenging the ultimate, idealized alpha female’s amazing strength!
Racking the bar, Amber sat up and declared . . .