Brandi 4 - Work 
By Neptune 
Brandi goes nuts at the construction site 

 
She had stayed on long enough at the strip club to deflect any suspicion  
away from herself.  With no witnesses and her assertion that she had run  
out the back before anything happened, she was not connected to it in any  
way. The only person left alive at the scene, the club bouncer, claimed to  
be unconscious during the event.  Besides, the way the bodies in the bar  
had been broken and the flipped car out front suggested more machinery  
than people.  Brandi answered questions and waited for the investigation  
to die down.  When she felt confident that the heat was off, she moved on. 
 
Brandi was not about to stop taking the strength-enhancing drugs,  
however.  She reveled in her power and continued to work hard to  
maximize her strength progression.  She knew that the drug's side effect  
had caused her previous  murderous sessions, but figured that she could  
avoid those with care in keeping her emotions under control.  The strength  
increases themselves were another powerful narcotic, as her strength  
moved from the incredible to the unbelievable.  She had long since  
outstripped conventional weight systems, and was now forced to find  
heavy objects around her neighborhood with which to test her strength.   
She tirelessly worked to replicate the strength feats she remembered from  
the comic books, pressing against a seemingly immovable object for days  
or weeks until it too became easy for her to lift.  Then she would move on  
to the next heavier challenge. 
 
** 
Although the local police were stumped, the FBI was very interested in the  
events at the strip club.  The nationwide network of information at their  
disposal brought up a significant point.  There were now three events at  
different metropolitan areas around the country over the past couple of  
years that were very similar:  mass murder, metal bent in such a way to  
suggest either machinery or super-human strength, and no witnesses.  A  
conjecture was forwarded that a possible extra-terrestrial presence was  
conducting these killings.   
 
That hypothesis was enough to bring together their counterparts at the  
CIA, the Secret Service, and the US military.  They set to work combing  
local records and people from the area to try to find that one (or more)  
person who had been in the area each time the event happened and had  
left soon after.  Of course, the investigation remained top-secret to avoid  
Press interference. 
** 
 
From the strip club, Brandi had moved on to another city.  Her search for  
work there brought her to a high-rise construction site, which seemed a  
logical choice for someone with her obvious physical attributes.  Her  
bosses and co-workers at the site quickly accepted her due to her ability to  
perform any task they asked.  Brandi's ego led her to establish herself as  
the strongest person at the site during the first few days of work, but she  
kept the full extent of her strength well hidden.  Amazingly, some of the  
men at the site appeared to really appreciate her physique and her  
strength, and Brandi politely declined several early requests for dates. 
 
Most nights, Brandi could enter the site with nobody around and work  
against the heavy equipment there.  The site was a veritable playground  
for her with numerous incredibly heavy objects to test her strength against.   
Brandi's favorite lift was pressing massive objects over her head, so she  
would work at her goals until she could perform that feat with them.   
 
The months passed on the project and her strength increased even more.   
Also, the comfortable environment at the job site rendered the possibility  
of another murderous episode unlikely in her mind.  She even felt  
comfortable enough with the men to show off her muscles to them and  
satisfy their requests for her to lift certain objects as long as they would not  
reveal the true extent of her power.  She quickly became a favorite with all  
the men, and actually developed a friendship with one of them. 
 
One of the men, a single guy named Bob, was obviously more interested  
than the other guys in seeing Brandi perform.  Although he never goaded  
her into flexing or showing off the way the other guys did, he always  
watched with a different look in his eye.  Brandi recognized the lust in his  
eyes as the same she had experienced with her admirers at the strip club.   
She always made sure to make eye contact with Bob as she broke into  
another fantastic pose or lifted a heavy bag of concrete over her head. 
 
Sometimes, Brandi and Bob would talk after work.  He never asked her out  
on a date, and Brandi wondered what she would say if he did.  She  
realized that her hatred of all men from her early years was fading, and  
she even seemed to "like" Bob.  It didn't hurt that Bob was a very good  
looking construction worker.  She could feel an unfamiliar stirring in her  
loins when they were close, and she derived a strange satisfaction from  
performing for him.  She yearned to show him the true extent of her power,  
but knew that was impossible. 
 
One night, Brandi, Bob, and three other men were left at the site after  
hours finishing up a foundation-laying job.  As the night wore on, Brandi  
and Bob found themselves alone in one corner of the site working the  
concrete.  Bob was laying the mixture as Brandi tirelessly brought the bags  
and mixing solution over to him.  When they were done, Bob stood up from  
the job and turned to Brandi to thank her for her help.  Coincidentally,  
Brandi was moving forward to help him up.  Bob's arm brushed Brandi's  
massive breast as he turned, sending an electric sexual wave through  
both of them. 
 
After a stunned few seconds of silence, Bob stammered out an apology.   
Brandi just stood there until the shockwave subsided and then smiled.   
Would you like to touch them again? she asked and flexed her pecs to  
entice him.  Bob needed no further encouragement and tentatively  
reached out his hand to caress her impossibly hard breast.  The fact that  
they were so large but still so hard excited him, and he gently ran his hand  
over both of them as Brandi continued to flex them. 
 
Brandi's eyes were closed as she experienced herself the sexual energy  
from an admirer for the first time.  Her loins grew wet from anticipation and  
she continued to flex even harder for him, forgetting about her inhibitions  
and seeking only to blow him away with her massive physique.  Harder!  
she gasped to Bob as she wanted to feel the energy inside her grow. 
 
Bob moved both hands to the task and began to caress both of her  
breasts.  He caressed and squeezed both of them as hard as he could in a  
rhythmic motion, bringing himself to a state of sexual frenzy.  Brandi  
moved her hands behind her head and arched her back with pleasure as  
the waves of ecstasy passed over her.  The sight of her biceps ballooning  
in front of him turned Bob on even further.  Bob grew more excited with his  
left hand in squeezing her breast with all his might, and then moved his  
other hand toward her crotch. 
 
As soon as Bob's hands touched her denim work shorts over her place,  
Brandi was overcome with a more intense wave of desire.  She exhaled  
and flexed her abs into a rippled perfect six-pack, making some room  
between her waist and the top of the shorts.  Bob used the opportunity to  
squeeze his hand into her pants and started fingering her place while still  
rubbing her breast with all his might. 
 
A few seconds after Bob entered her with his fingers, Brandi achieved  
another level of sexual excitement.  Her blood pressure rose and her  
muscles began to tighten.  Suddenly, she felt the familiar sensation from  
long ago of her body starting to expand.  As her rational being started to  
fade, she recognized the danger to Bob from what was happening to her  
and sought to make him stop.  Unfortunately, her animal passion took the  

same control as her animal rage had earlier and kept her from speaking.   
As her human sensibilities faded away completely, she was able to focus  
entirely on the twin passions of her sexual excitement and her growing  
strength with the accompanying bloodlust. 
 
Bob felt the space in her shorts where his hand was start to shrink around  
his hand.  As he tore his eyes away from her amazing biceps to look down,  
he could see a perceptible widening of her waist.  Her front and side  
abdominal muscles were actually growing thicker, increasing the deep  
valleys between them and pushing his wrist against the front of her shorts.   
It quickly became uncomfortable as the rocks of her abs crushed his  
hands against the tough denim, and he moved the hand off of her breast  
to try to remove his other hand from her shorts.  Unfortunately, he was  
unable to remove the hand, and the pain was made worse by her apparent  
flexing of her abs.   
 
He looked up to plead with her to stop and was startled to see that she  
had grown all over.  She had dropped her arms to her sides and she was  
standing before him with her fists clenched, flexing every muscle in her  
body to the maximum.  Her muscles were much larger than they had been  
seconds before, and Bob marveled at her apparent power.  As he looked  
into her eyes to say something, his look was met with what could only be  
described as a predator's gaze.  His passion instantly turned to fear as the  
realization washed over him that he was about to die. 
 
As Brandi felt her strength reach its inhuman peak, she looked at the man  
trembling before her.  As the bloodlust took over, she raised her massive  
arms like a predatory bird to her sides and flexed them to their incredible  
limits.  As she saw him look to her massive arms in fear, she suddenly  
brought them together on both sides of his head with terrible force.  Her  
sexual excitement gave her more strength than she had ever experienced  
before, and the momentum of her hands was barely affected by Bob's  
skull.  Her hands met with a resounding clap in the middle of the space  
where Bob's head used to be. Bob's body crumpled before her, with his  
hand easily slipping out of her shorts.    
 
With a howl of triumph, she ran back around the corner to the main site to  
look around for other victims.  Scanning the area, she could see one man  
catching a nap in the cement truck they had been using and the other two  
men next to each other welding girders on the second floor of the  
superstructure.  With the animal side of her choosing the closest victim  
first, she sprinted over to the cement truck. 
 
She reached the driver side door where the driver sat and easily tore the  
door off of its hinges.  The noise roused the driver from his sound slumber,  
and he slowly looked over at Brandi with a complete lack of  
understanding.  Brandi jumped down from the driver's compartment and  
reached under the massive vehicle.  Tipping the huge truck sideways, she  
ran her hands along the bottom until she gripped a sufficiently hard piece  
of the truck's frame.  Then she crushed her hands into the steel to get a  
good grip and easily pressed the truck from the ground.  Her excitement  
grew as she realized the extent of the weight she was holding over her  
head with ease.  She pressed the truck up and down over her head,  
reveling in her incredible strength and the sensation of her muscles  
ballooning to control the incredible weight. 
 
The driver quickly reached sufficient consciousness to realize that the  
current state of affairs inside the shaking truck were unsatisfactory.  He felt  
the truck moving up and down in a rhythmic motion that was starting to  
make him physically ill.  He made his way to the hole in the truck where his  
door used to be.  As he was about to step down, the truck lurched upwards  
again making him lose his balance.  He tumbled forward out of the truck  
and fell the ten feet to the ground.  As he turned over, he was greeted with  
the sight of Brandi holding his truck over her head and looking at him with  
a wild look in her eye.  She appeared even more massive than he  
remembered her, with her skin glistening with sweat and her muscles  
shaking with the apparent effort of controlling the unbelievable weight. 
 
As he opened his mouth to speak, Brandi silenced him with one more  
incredible press of his truck.  She slowly brought it down to just above her  
head, and then pressed it back up into the air concentrating on using only  
her super-strong arms to perform the feat.  When she recognized the fear  
in his eyes from her power, she brought the truck crashing down on top of  
him from way above her head.  She threw the truck down with such force  
that it came apart on impact with the cement bell bouncing away down the  
site and the cab coming apart into small pieces.  She looked at the  
wreckage and felt certain that his frail body could not have survived the  
experience. 
 
The two men in the structure heard the sound of the truck disintegrating  
and looked over to see what was happening.  They saw the wreckage and  
a woman racing toward them from that direction.  The woman appeared to  
be their co-worker Brandi, except much more muscular than they had  
remembered her.  The men stopped what they were doing completely and  
watched her run toward the vertical support beam they were finishing  
welding to the horizontal support beam they were standing on.  They were  
filled with curiosity as they saw the woman reach her massive arms out to  
the vertical support beam and crouch down in front of it.   
 
Brandi crushed her hands into the hard steel and bent her legs so she  
squatted in front of the massive superstructure.  Looking up at her prey  
two stories above her, she smiled and reveled in the thought of what she  
was about to do.  Then she suddenly powered upward, using the  
immeasurable might of her legs to snap up to a standing position with the  
huge beam still in her hands.  She was filled with excitement as she felt  
the metal yielding to the unstoppable power of her legs and tearing from  
its concrete foundation below her feet. 
 
The vertical beam shot upward and quickly bent the two horizontal beams  
to which it was connected into an arrow shape.  The two men above were  
thrown from the girders and launched upward and outward before crashing  
to the ground below not far from Brandi.  They landed in a heap, stunned  
from the fall but definitely still breathing. 
 
Brandi then set her feet and pulled back on the vertical steel beam.  The  
one-story long section of steel tore away from the structure but remained  
aloft in her arms.  She lowered the massive steel girder and established a  
grip in the middle of the beam.  Meeting the gaze of the two men, she  
pulled upward on the two sides of the beam, making it form a V shape in  
her arms.  She continued pushing on the beam until it was folded neatly  
double.  Then she gripped the half-as-long girder and repeated the  
process.  This time it was much harder as the metal was twice as thick, but  
Brandi completed the effort with a grunt and a more exaggerated  
application of her amazing muscles. 
 
The screaming of the metal seemed twice as loud the second time as it  
was crushed out of shape, and it roused one of the men to action.  He  
jumped up and started to sprint away while the other man just sat there  
agape.  Brandi walked up to the sitting man as the other man fled and got  
a grip on his collar with one mighty hand.  Then she lifted him off the  
ground easily with that same hand and smiled at him.  As she saw the fear  
in his eyes intensify, she tossed the man into the air easily and  
established a grip on the girder like a baseball bat.  When the man fell  
back down through her strike zone, she let forth with a mighty home run  
swing that cleanly severed the man in half at the waist.  Parts of the man  
went flying into the distance, but the majority of his carcass fell to the  
ground in two neat pieces at her feet. 
 
Brandi then looked up to see the other man in his car not far away trying to  
start it.  In a couple of leaps, Brandi reached the car and tipped it  
sideways like she had done to the cement truck.  Then with the utmost  
ease, she pressed the small car over her head.  Dismayed at the lack of  
resistance presented by the small vehicle to her engorged muscles, Brandi  
applied her terrible strength to achieving the same motion with the car that  
she had achieved with the girder.  With only slightly more effort than the  
first time with the girder, Brandi crushed the car into a V shape above her  
head.  Then she finished the job by quickly crushing the car completely in  
half, making a bit of a mess of herself as the car's fluids rained down upon  
her.   
 
She was so angered by the fluids that fell upon her that she quickly bent  
the car in half again, her anger fueling her super-strong muscles further.   
As she dropped the messy pile of metal before her, she felt pretty sure that  
the man inside had not survived.  With one more scan around, she  
determined that she had no more victims or witnesses here.  She then  
broke off in a run for home, with her massive legs powering her home  
faster than she would have gone by car anyway.