You walk towards the gym, where the cheerleaders are at practice. Standing outside, you watch their petite asses jump as
they dance on the gym floor. You growl as your massive dick swells in your shorts, dreaming of ripping those feminine
asscheeks in two. The windows are designed so that you can only see from one side of them, so the chicks on the other
side of the wall didn't know who was watching them. Chuckling, you realize that if they could see you they probably
wouldn't even be able to move a leg without shitting their little panties.
They continue to practice and, getting bored, you flex your biceps into huge cannons. "Fuck yeah, I'm a monster!" you snarl.
Flexing your pecs, you smack them with your powerful hands and they bounce off harmlessly, "Nothing is harder than my
muscles, fuck, I can wreck just about anything I want!" That gives you an idea. Walking over to a vending machine, you
examine it. It's a full soda machine with a large variety of drinks, 6'6ft tall, 3'6ft width, 3ft depth, 1000lbs. Any normal man
would not have a chance of budging the bulky contraption, but you can lift it without a sweat. Bending down, you proceed
the lift the giant heap of metal.
Unknown to you, cheerleading practice is over and a trio of girls have been watching you from behind. When you bend
down to lift the machine, they get a glimpse of your monumental legs and shiver. "Damn, those thighs are massive!" says
Cynthia, one of the girls. The second girl, Rachel, says, "But look at those calves, I don't think my boyfriend's chest is that
big!" Heather, the leader, is silent, staring intently at your back. But when you lift the soda machine above your head and
curl it for several reps, she views your destructive arms and almost falls down before being caught by her two friends.
"Those... those arms aren't real!" she gasps, "There's no way any man can have guns the size of that!"
By now, you've already learned that the three bitches are behind you, so you decide to give them a show. You grab the
vending machine once again, your hands penetrating its strong metal surface and deforming it to get a good grip. Then,
you crush the machine into you with a bearhug.
The metal screeches horribly as you compress it, crunching and bending into itself. Steel is rearranged, crying out
desperately, unable to fight your muscle as you mercilessly grind it smaller and smaller. Now half it’s original size, soda and
other fluids start to spurt out from the machine and land on the floor, some even hitting your destructive muscles. Steam
flows from you and your little toy, the heat generated from your amazing power evaporating any liquid around you. The
cheerleaders moan and wet their panties, lusting for your huge muscles, unstoppable power, beautiful looks. You squeeze
harder, muscles rippling chaotically as they show off their inhuman power. Now the machine is a quarter of its original size,
releasing ear-shattering shrieks of pain and blasts of fluids. You roar and scream at the top of your lungs, bringing your
arms together as the vending machine becomes nothing more than the size of a nickel.
The puny, paper thin vending machine rests in your hand. You examine the super-dense plastic and metal, easy for you to
carry but impossible for any normal human to budge. You turn around and look at the pitiful bitches, spasming on the floor
because of your amazing display of strength. Walking over to a bench, you drop the lump of metal onto the wood and
watch as the entire thing breaks apart from the freakishly dense plastic. Then you stare back at the ecstatic, spasming
blondes and decide to…