She had always wanted a big house. A big house with glorious gardens and an ocean view. But of course such dreams only come with success, and Susan had not been very successful. That is, not until now. Now Susan suspected that she would be successful at every little thing she did.
	The drive out to the coast was a long one. Susan didn’t know the way all that well, but knew that as long she headed east sooner or later she would have to get to the sea. The traffic was bad, a little daunting to Susan because she didn’t even have a current license. She’d been disqualified from driving three years ago, and still had another three years to wait before she could legally take to the streets again. 
	But the law was something Susan was no longer concerned about.


"That place looks nice," Susan thought aloud, looking around.

She was surprised by a sudden jolt and loud crash as she collided with the car
in front of her. The lights were red, and if Susan had have been watching
where she was going instead of looking at nice houses she could’ve stopped
with plenty of time to spare.

The guy in the car in front got out and raised his arms out in questioning
anger. "What are you on, lady? Do know what brake lights mean?"

Susan shook her head in disgust. Sure it was her fault, but who the hell was
this guy to yelling at? Susan got out, noting with a little satisfaction that
he got an erection the instant his eyes focused on her lithe body.

"You know road rage is a crime, don’t you?" she demanded, her hands resting on
hips that this guy would love to touch.

"Road rage?" he asked incrediously. "You rammed my fucking car! What do you
mean road rage is a crime? How about tail-gating you stupid whore!"

"Whore?" Susan crossed her arms and started drawing strength into her body.
"You better watch what you say."

He was too angry now to notice that Susan was growing. Her slim arms and legs
began to fill out and take shape, her abs tightened and her breasts rose
almost imperceptibly. And all he did was curse about his car.

"You better have insurance or something, cuntface. This car’s worth more than
your mother!"

"You sound worried. Let me give you something to worry about." Susan walked
over to what was left of his car. Putting her hands between the two wrecks she
pushed them apart, separating the tangled metal and sliding them along the
bitumen. She looked over and watched as his expression change from aggressive
to terrified...his mind came to terms with what she was doing, but at great
expense to his logical reasoning.

"How did you so that..."

"This is how much I care about you’re expensive shitbox," Susan told him,
pushing her hand through the bootlid and tearing it free, hinges and all.
Dropping it at his feet, she felt the need to show him more of her strength.
She smashed the back window with her elbow, and peeled the roof off. The sound
it made as the metal tore was one of the most marvellous things Susan had ever
heard. Putting the tip of her finger against a panel, she moved her hand
forward at the wrist. The steel parted without any fuss, but before she could
experiment further the man made to leave. He nearly fell over himself to get
away from the monstrously strong beauty.

"Where are you going? You forgot your car."

Susan flexed her body, drawing in power, and where her muscles should have
stopped they expanded further than naturally possible until she had the body
of a Ms Olympia champion. Knowing that it wouldn’t weigh much, Susan leaned
down stood back up with the Ford Galaxy balanced precariously over her head.
She poured strength into her huge body until the car was as light as a tennis
ball.

"Here you go!"

The man turned, and then tripped over when he saw her standing there with his
wrecked Ford high overhead. "No!"

She tossed it, her aim proving good as the poor fellow was crushed and smeared
beneath his heavy yank-tank.

Unconcerned by the people who stared in horror, Susan brought her fist back
and shattered the car she been driving. The impact of her knuckles exploded
the car into fragments, and knocked anyone nearby off their feet.

"Wow. This is great! Mike Tyson look out!"

Suddenly aware that everyone was staring, Susan struck a pose that would have
won any body-sculpting competition. Licking her the corner of her upper lip,
the impossibly strong Susan walked toward a crowd of people. Pushing a parked
car out of her path she stepped up on footpath and rubbed her rippling
stomach. She found the attention pleasing, and walked slowly soaking it all
up. Starting a few nosebleeds Susan began scanning their thoughts, finding
deep satisfaction in the fear they were experiencing.

"If I were you I’d be leaving," Susan told them, making her way along the
footpath. She still wanted to find a new home. Flexing her legs a little,
Susan stretched her body and started to jog. It felt great to get her powerful
legs pumping, and without even trying she was soon passing cars. The world
became a blur as Susan used the tremendous physical power of her legs to
surpass the land speed record. Shop windows exploded behind her, and each time
a foot impacted the concrete she left crater. was sprinting down the footpath.
Unaware of the chaos she left in her wake, Susan began hopping. She leapt up,
feeling a bit of vertigo as she reached nearly a hundred feet. The ground came
rushing up, but Susan could feel the abundant strength in her muscles and
confidently took the fall on one foot, her leg absorbed the impact and easily
sprang back to propel her up and forward. It was much slower this way, but
Susan enjoyed it more than sprinting. Leaving a string of small craters behind
her in the road, Susan cried for joy as she sailed high in the sky...hopping
all the way to the coast.

Coming to on the beach, Susan took a deep breath and smiled. The ocean looked
magnificent, and the waves were breaking right up on the sand. Walking down to
the waterline, Susan let her shoes get wet by the foam. She decided to go for
a swim. Running back up the beach she got undressed and piled her things
neatly. Standing about thirty metres from the surf she confidently leapt for
the water, coming down in a tidy dive out past the breakers. The few people
who hadn’t seen her entrance were now gawking at her along with the rest.
Susan pretended to ignore them, but their stares felt good. Popping her head
up to take a deep breath, Susan went down. Her powerful arm and legs went to
work, and moments later she was zooming through the water at exhilarating
speed. Going deeper, she followed the sand down into the darker reaches until
it turned to reef, then just rock. Not realising how fast she was swimming,
Susan was passing over the great underwater cliff that was the continental
shelf before she knew it. Not feeling any need to go up for air, the tank-free
scuba diver angled her body and followed the rock face down. She could hardly
see a thing, but a little channelling with her ring soon fixed that. Making
her blue eyes not just more sensitive, but more powerful, Susan started
scanning the murky world around her. It was clear as day to her now, even
though she was deeper than any manned submersible could go. The pressure was
getting a little uncomfortable, but Susan soon fixed that.

This was a different world. The landscape was unlike anything Susan had ever
seen, though it reminded her of pictures she had at home in sci-fi books. Even
the life here was so alien that Susan was at first repulsed, then fascinated
by the bizarre variety of species. Most of them had some sort of light glowing
on their bodies, which from a distance made them look almost like stars. Up
closer they were hideous things. Spotting a massive shark, Susan couldn’t
resist. She swam over, and did several loops around him. She was going so fast
the turbulence screwed up his trim and he flailed in the water. She stopped,
and moved up to stroke the great creature. It felt like sandpaper. As it
started to move away she grabbed a fin, wanting to know if this giant was
stronger than her. The huge tail and purpose-built muscles of the big fish
went to frantic work, and because Susan wasn’t standing on anything, they
started moving through water together. Smiling to herself for being so silly,
Susan started to kick. With incredible force she brought the shark to halt,
and treading water while the giant fish continued to futilely slash his tail,
she held him with one hand and stroked his back. Letting him go before he
drowned, she swam up into a huge school of fish, and smiled as she passed
through the beautiful cloud of tuna.

Susan was dismayed to suddenly find herself caught in a drift net. Her new
eyes soon followed its course to the trawler that was after the beautiful fish
was swimming with. Tearing the pathetic webbing away from herself, Susan swam
up behind the small ship and ripped the net free. They weren’t going to catch
anything today. Noticing a few lines in the water, Susan swam around and
gathered them up. Adjusting her hearing so that it was as awesome as her eyes,
Susan heard the men on the deck above all shouting for joy. There was some
confusion, however, when Susan yanked on the lines and ripped their rods from
their hands.

"Stop fucking around with those things! The net’s loose!"

Susan thought this voice must belong to the captain. The ship started turning,
but the powerful swimmer wasn’t going to let them get their nets back. She
increased her strength tenfold, and gathered the broken cable ends that were
still attached to the ship. The entire crew of the trawler lost their footing
as the ship came to an unnatural halt. Susan was surprised at how
insignificant the noisy diesel was against her impossible muscles. Going down,
she held the cables tightly and went to the bottom. Landing on the rocks about
a kilometre below the surface, Susan looked up and saw the trawler coming down
after her. She hadn’t even felt any drag. Like a torpedo, only much faster and
much more devastating, the self-enhanced supergirl swam up through the boat,
destroying it completely and loving the way the wood just disintegrated
against her face.

Breaking the surface she soared high into the sky before gravity caught up
with her, and the peak her ascent Susan twisted gracefully in the air and dove
back toward the ocean. On the way down she looked around with her telescopic
eyes and spotted the city on the horizon. After splashed back down it took her
all of two minutes to get back to the beach. Coming out of the water she did a
backflip and landed next to her clothes. She had just finished getting into
her designer outfit when she noticed the damage her approach to the coast had
caused in the city. Smoke was rising from a string of uncontrolled fires, and
almost every car on the road she had hopped happily along was off its wheels.

"This is too much!" she mused, smiling at terrified onlookers. Realising that
quite a few people were taking snapshots, Susan streamlined her physic and
strode about a bit to give them every angle. Certain these at least some of
these pictures would make headlines she left to look for real-estate agent.

There was a Babcock Properties office conveniently nearby, the large
windowpanes beneath the green awning were covered in small articles
advertising the local market. She’d only taken a few steps toward it before
she spotted the place that would be her first real home. The picture looked
out across the balcony, showing the ocean far below. Unable to find the
address, Susan made her way into the cramped office.

The whole office fell silent, her shapely body mesmerising all the men. The
secretary was first to speak. "Can I help you?"

"Yes." Susan took the picture from the window display and handed it to the
brunette. "Where is this?"

"I’ll show you."

"Just give me the address. I want it, so that house is mine."

"Sorry miss. I can’t tell you."

Susan smiled, but as she was about to crush this little worm’s mind it
occurred to her that would be too easy. Not nearly as much fun as the evil
plan that formed in her twisted, powerful head.