As I continued to walk down the street, people scattered at the sight of a 10 foot muscle-god walking
down the street. Each step I took, I could feel the power surging in my quads and calves. They were
aching to be tested! Within ten feet was an intersection, as I approached I didn't bother to look if
there was any traffic approaching - as far as I was concerned traffic should watch out for ME! Walking
across the street, I suddenly heard the screeching of brakes and as I turned to look at the chaos I was
causing, I felt a huge thud in my right arm. There was a terrible screeching of tortured metal and as I
looked over to my right I realized that Max had been on my right shoulder.
What awaited me when I looked over sent me into a blind rage. A bus unable to stop in time had been
STOPPED dead in its tracks my my huge unmovable body. The front end had hit me at about 50mph and the
metal had warped around me like hot knife through butter. To me it felt as if a piece of rubber had hit me
but the evidence of MY sheer power was now evident as the whole front end had bent inwards and where it
had hit me there was a huge impression of my superb physique.
Unfortunately for Max he had been pulverized on impact and was now just a broken lifeless pile of pulped
body caught between iron and my harder stronger body. I was so pissed off at this buses inability to stop
and the bus drivers arrogance for not hitting something less important than ME. So I removed myself from
the impression I had made in the front and as the driver saw the HATE swell on my eyes he gunned the accelerator.
BIG MISTAKE!!!
I put out my arms to stop the advancing bus which slammed into me at 20 mph and my hands sunk into
the metal with contemptuous ease. this would be fun I thought and it will teach everyone a valuable
lesson about hitting ME.
With that I added some power to my push and the bus began to shift backwards a foot or two even though
the driver was still gunning the accelerator. He put his foot flat now to the floor and I easily matched
the power horse for weak horse, to be honest I hadn't even begun really trying! Such a large man-made object
considered so powerful and here I was OUTMUSCLING it like it was a mere toy, which it was to me. It then
suddenly dawned on me that the results of the formula may have been even beyond what I had thought was
HUMANLY possible, yes humanly but not godly.
Now I added some heft to my pushing and the metal began to squeal as the engine was pushing forward and I was
pushing back. Foot after agonizing foot until the bus hit a reinforced bank wall as it had begun to skid to the
left of the road. People on the bus now began to scream blood curdling screams as they realized what was in store
for them if they remained. the panic of 50 people an the bus all running around and screaming had no effect on my
shoving and the bus now emitted a low groan as the metal began to feel REAL POWER as I turned it up a notch. The
frame buckled slightly and the door wouldn't open any longer as the frame was warped by ME. Everyone was now trapped
on the bus awaiting their now undeniable fate.
As I crushed the buses frame, I felt a stirring in my pants and I realized that being so powerful and having
the decision over life and death of so many was really a turn on. with this ion mind I shoved harder and the
bus moaned and squealed in protest but was helpless against my muscle. The engine now had given up the fight,
all this time the driver had not taken his foot off the accelerator. With a loud bang it died a mechanical death.
with less resistance now the bus crumpled even quicker, I relished the fact that metal was deforming in my hands
like tissue paper, it had no resistance against MY muscle.
The bus was now two thirds it original length and the driver still mesmerized realized that his life was now
in danger as the seat he was in had been forced back into the aft bulkhead that separated the driver from the
rest of the bus, but it was too late the dashboard had crumpled into his legs and pulverized them into powder
he was trapped in that seat. the rear had also crumpled allot and the remaining passengers were all frantically
trying to escape by any means they could. some however had resigned them selves to their fate and just sat there
quietly waiting for the end to come.
This was so easy so I decide to speed it up a little as I was getting bored. My legs bulged and the calves
split into huge horseshoe splits which cracked the asphalt as I compacted the bus. I shoved harder and the bus
responded by crushing deeper and quicker. The driver now had the reinforced glass pressing against him and the
bulkhead behind with each exertion he was compacted more and more until finally his body could not take any
more punishment and with a huge red explosion he popped like a ripe melon in a vice.
Other passengers were also being crushed into the seating and bulkhead and frame as it twisted and contorted to
MY muscle. their bodies were do weak and fragile it took no extra effort to destroy them whilst mashing this toy
into the wall. Within ten minutes of the start of the episode it was all over the bus had been reduce to the length
of a mini sized car and not a single passenger had been able to escape the massacre - unfortunate for them, they
shouldn't have been there in the first place when the bus had hit ME.
When I turned my attention to the road and pavement I noticed that a large audience had gathered and were in awe
of what they had just witnessed. But this was soon drowned out by the sound of wailing - Police sirens and fire
engine rushing the scene to help and arrest the perpetrators. Well they weren't going to be expecting ONE man to
have been able to do all this so the force had sent ten cars to the scene and two fire engines had been sent as
the report suggested a terrorist bomb may be to blame.
Boy were they in for a SURPRISE and I was going to have some real fun