BRICKHARD! PART 2 by IRONMACK. Fueled with anger and fire,WILMA'S entire body bulged with muscle and might as she kicked away the last few crumbled boulders that had buried her. FRED was not about to wait for her to attack.He quickly picked up a five-ton granite slab from the floor and attempted to bash-in WILMA'S skull.But WILMA was too fast.She side-stepped the slab as it came down,then smashed through it with her powerful fist.The slab shattered into harmless pebbles. Now shaking with panic and fear,FRED searched the cave for another weapon to crush his invincible wife.He rushed over to a large round 200 ton boulder that he often used as a paperweight.With titanic strength,he easily scooped it into his arms,then raised it over his head and tossed it at WILMA like a deadly cannonball. The red-headed amazon flexed her mountain-sized biceps and expanded her chest,causing her already-enormous breasts to grow another three inches,her nipples like twin torpeoes. The gigantic boulder smashed into her tits-AND SHATTERED INTO CRUSHED ROCK. WILMA calmly brushed the dust and debris off of her mighty gazongas.She then glared at her husband. "FREDDY,"she said."You are ONE DEAD SONUVABITCH!" FRED BRICKHARD,the mighty warrior,the mountain-of-muscle,the fierce savage,the boulder-of-strength,the invincible two-fisted superman who has whipped hundreds of men,giants,and beasts------- began to whimper. He rushed into the kitchen,quaking with fright. Opening a stone cabinet with shaking fingers,he searched and searched until he finally found what he was looking for.A CAN OF SPINACH! He squeezed the can hard,causing the lid to pop open.FRED then gulped down the cold vegetable contents raw. WILMA had followed him into the kitchen. "You moron,"she laughed."That's another show." Suddenly,FRED'S muscles began to bulge and throb.His already-massive arms grew even bigger.He flexed his biceps,pumping them up into rapidly expanding mountains three times larger than before.His huge legs became even thicker.A battleship appeared on his swelling chest,firing it's cannons.The room shook as he as he roared a powerful TARZAN yell.FRED the superman was now a SUPERDUPERMAN!! WILMA gulped,"Uh-oh." She was about to attack but instead smashed head-on into FRED'S hammering fist,which he was driving into her face like a guided missile.Her nose began to squish blood. FRED didn't let up for a second.With renewed strength he pounded WILMA'S face with rights and lefts,using it for a speed-bag.Her left eye was totally swollen shut.Her right eye blackened and about to swell-up also.A right cross produced a splash of blood from her mouth.FRED make her cry out with a hard left to the tits.A blow to the stomach with tank-like power double her over in pain.An uppercut cracked her jaw and shot her ten feet back,crashing into a wall.WILMA sank to the floor. But FRED was merciless.He ran over to his bleeding wife and grabbed her by the hair.He pulled her erect and slammed her in the face with his super-charged fist.He then rammed her against the wall and again attacked her mid-section.WILMA attempted to raise her fists but the shock and pain of FRED'S punches paralyzed her.With lightning speed,he pummeled away at her stomach muscles with lefts and rights.Breaking ribs and damaging internal organs.WILMA began to spit up blood. FRED placed one finger under WILMA'S chin and raised her two feet off the floor,holding her in mid-air with ease.He turned her toward a nearby table,which was a stone slab on four tree trunks,and with his free hand sent her crashing into it with yet another bone-crushing blow.WILMA smashed to the floor,shattering the table.FRED followed her down,sendting his knee thundering into her stomach.WILMA spit up MORE blood.FRED proceeded once again to hammer in WILMA'S face.AGAIN,AGAIN,AGAIN,AGAIN,AND AGAIN!! "I'M KING IN THIS HOUSE,BITCH!' he roared. Finally,after what seemed like an endless barrage of blows,FRED stopped. He stood up and walked over to the kitchen refridgerater,flexing his muscles .WILMA lay on the floor,DEAD. ONLY not so dead.While FRED was lookng in the fridge for a cold drink,WILMA slowly began to move.FRED didn't notice.He had found a bottle of cactus-juice beer and was gulping it down.Twitching slightly at first,WILMA was showing signs of life.Fighting the agonizing pain in her body,she rolled over on her stomach and crawled over to the kitchen sink.Slowly,but surely,she pulled herself up. When FRED finished his beer,he belched and tossed the bottle in a nearby trash can.He was shocked and awed when he turned toward what he thought would be his dead wife on the floor,only to find that wasn't there. Instead she was leaning against the sink,wobbly on weakened legs. Despite her body tatooed all over with bruises and blood,her face a wreak with swollen jaw and blackened swelled eyes,WILMA had the fierce look of defiance. FRED could not believe his eyes."WHAT TH??You should be dead." "You fucking sonuvabitch,"WILMA growled."Now I am definitely gonna fuck you up BAD." FRED then regained confidence."Oh?How you gonna do that,bitch?I've just pounded you into hamburger meat.You ain't dead like I thought,but you're weak as a kitten.Yer whipped.I could easily kill you now.Oh,yeah---in case you're gettin' any ideas about YOU eatin' spinach,THERE AIN'T NO MORE!That was the last can.HA!" WILMA smiled."Guess what,FREDDY?" WILMA stood straight up and flexed her muscles.Instantly,the biceps grew and grew.Her breasts swelled bigger.The steel returned to her abs.The muscles in her legs grew thicker and thicker.ATOMIC GENERATORS AT FULL POWER appeared on each of her MASSIVE BICEPS.HER NIPPLES THROBBED AND FIRED BURSTS OF POWER LIKE CANNONS! "I DON'T NEED SPINACH,YOU FUCK!I DRAW ON MY INNER RESERVES OF STRENGTH!MY HIDDEN FIRES OF STAMINA!MY UNLIMITED FEMALE ENDURANCE!NO MAN CAN WHIP ME! 'CAUSE I AM WOMAN!!" Once again the mighty FRED BRICKHARD,THE SPINACH-POWERED SUPER-CHARGED SUPERDUPERMAN-------- began to whimper. WILMA cracked her knuckles with an evil grin. "And now,FREDDY,"she said."Like I promised----I"M GONNA FUCK YOU UP BAD!" END OF PART 2.