My Incredible Super Girlfriend 
by M.C. 
I knew Alice was strong, but...

Let me tell you about my girlfriend Alice. Well, I always knew she was
strong...very strong as a matter of fact. But even I couldn't possibly have
imagined just how incredibly strong she really was until I saw what she did
yesterday; and even after seeing it, I still can't believe it. But let me
start at the beginning...

I first met Alice when her family moved into the house right across the street
from mine. We were both nine years old and became friends almost immediately.
Right away I could tell there was something very unusual about her. For
starters, she was a head taller than everyone else in our class. But what was
even more impressive about her was that she was least twice as strong as
anybody in our school - if not stronger.

I first discovered this when she and I were walking home from school one day
and we were accosted by a gang of tough teenage bullies that had been
terrorizing the younger kids in our neighborhood. When they started to pick on
me, Alice boldly stood in front of them and said,"if you don't leave my friend
alone this minute I'm going to give you the beating of your lives." I guess
they found being confronted by a nine year-old girl amusing because they began
to laugh. That proved to be a mistake as Alice then proceeded to give them all
a rather severe beating (there were five of them if I remember correctly)
without even working up a sweat. Even when one of them managed to hit her,
Alice simply giggled and the boy hurt his hand. After about a minute, Alice
had all five boys lying on the ground, crying. She then turned to me, smiled
and said,"I hope you didn't mind that I protected you from these naughty boys
Greg. But I'm new here and you're the only friend I have; and nobody treates a
friend of mine that way...NOBODY!"

As time went by, Alice grew bigger and stronger, and, as I was to find out
time and again, she meant exactly what she said about protecting me.
Throughout middle school and then high school - while our relationship became
more and more intimate - my incredibly strong girlfriend did indeed protect me
from anybody who tried to bully me. In fact, when she was 15, Alice beat up
our entire high school wrestling team after she found them teasing me for
being a wimp (I wasn't actually a wimp though. At the time I was six feet tall
and weighed a fairly well proportioned 175 pounds, if I do say so myself. But
compared to Alice, who by then stood six foot-two and 250 muscular pounds, I
guess I did seem kind of wimpy). Anyway, after that incident nobody in high
school ever teased me again. In fact, most of the kids stood to the side when
I passed them in the halls; even when Alice wasn't with me. I guess that was
one of the perks of having a girlfriend with near superhuman strength.

But enough about me, I'd much rather talk about Alice. After we became
boyfriend/girlfriend, I asked her how she got to be so big and incredibly
strong."I'm not really sure Greg," Alice replied modestly. "When I was a
little girl, the doctors told me after a check-up that the level of
mitochondrion in my cells (mitochondrion is the substance found in human cells
that produces the enzyme responsible for energy metabolism and is often
refered to as the celluar power plant) is abnormally high. In fact, they said
my mitochondrion level is by far the highest they'd ever seen. It's probably
the reason I eat so much, my body needs the energy. I guess I'm just a genetic
quirk, like those savants who can do six-digit multiplications in their head
and come up with the correct answer in a few seconds."

"But your parents are both normal in size and strength Alice," I said."And
savants can't beat up a whole high school wrestling team. Their punches just
bounced off you like tennis balls against a brick wall. And you tossed Rick
Johnson (our school's 230 pound champion heavyweight wrestler) clear across
the weight room like he was a rag doll." My huge girlfriend pause for a few
moments and pondered what I told her. Then she shrugged her massive shoulders
and asked,"Does it make a difference Greg? I mean, you like me the way I
am...don't you? You're not intimidated by my size and strength, are you?"

"No Alice. I'm not intimidated in the least by your size and strength (in
actuality, the reverse was true - it was *because* of her size and strength
that I was attracted to her; that and her long, beautiful brown hair which
nearly reached her waist. I've always had a fetish for long, beautiful hair).
"I think you're awesome, totally awesome!"

"Oh thank you Greg. You're the best friend a girl ever had." Alice then
scooped me up in her powerful arms gave me a tremendous, loving hug. How I
felt when she did this, well, I guess you'll just have to use your
imagination. But I'll give you a hint - it was very arousing (wink).

By the time we graduated high school, Alice seemed to have finally topped out.
My 18 year-old girlfriend now stood six feet-four inches tall and weighed
slightly more than 300 pounds (though I always round it off to an even 300).
Her arms measured an amazing 22 inches around and her thighs, 30! But her body
was very well proportioned and there wasn't an ounce of flab on her. She was
solid muscle and her physical strength was phenomenal.

That summer, after we finished high school and before starting the university,
Alice got a job as a strongwoman in a circus. The way she got it is
interesting. The previous summer when the circus came to town, we went to see
it. One of the main attractions was "Atlas - the Strongest Man in the World".
Atlas was a huge man with enormous muscles. In the first part of his act he
lifted heavy weights and performed various other feats of strength - like a
tug-of-war against a horse, which he won. All through his act though I could
hear Alice giggling."What's so funny?" I finally asked her when my curiosity
finally got the best of me.

"Oh, it's that I could probably have done all of the things he's doing by the
time I was thirteen years old Greg," she replied with a smirk."Maybe I should
be a strongwoman in a circus. It might be fun, and a good way to earn money."

For the second part of his act, Atlas challenged anyone in the audience to
wrestle against him and offered $100 if they managed to last three minutes in
the ring."Is anybody out there man enough to accept my challenge?" he
bellowed.

"Man enough? Perhaps not. But *girl* enough; yes," Alice said as she stood up
and began to make her way down to the stage."I'll accept your offer."

Why I didn't see this coming I'll never know; but it did catch me off guard.
It shouldn't have though. For Alice has never been shy about her strength and
is always looking for new challenges. Like the time we were watching a college
football team practicing in the local park. Alice - who was 16 at the time -
went over them and asked if she could try and run the football to see what it
was like. Probably to humor her, they agreed. I'll never forget what happened
next. Alice took the football and started running towards these big, strong
guys from one side of the field and they got ready to tackle her.
Unfortunately for them, they had no idea what they were up against; they
probably would have had a better chance of stopping a tank. My incredible
girlfriend not only flattened them all, but had a smile on her pretty face and
was laughing the whole time! "Well thanks for this lovely experience," Alice
giggled as she handed the football back to the stunned coach."I really enjoyed
it; tee, hee, hee." The point I'm making here is that my girlfriend loved to
test the limits of her strength...if she had limits.

'You? A girl? No way I'm fighting against a girl!" Atlas said smugly.

"Why not? Are you afraid to fight me tough guy? Afraid I'll beat you? Afraid
you'll get your ass kicked by a girl?" Alice had said this loud enough for
just about everyone in the circus tent to hear. She knew that Atlas wouldn't
back down now as he'd lose face. She took out a headband and tied her long,
beautiful brown hair back into a ponytail; then entered the makeshift
wrestling ring. "Come on big boy, show me what you've got!"

I guess at this point I should probably mention a few more things about Alice.
Even though with me she's always kind and gentle, Alice is not that way with
everyone. She's very strong and very tough; and has never been shy about it -
like when she beat up the neighborhood bullies and wrestlers; and bulldozed
the football players. "I'm as tough as I need to be Greg," she once told me
after I watched her batter another bully."As tough as the situation requires."
I remember once when Alice's father was complaining about being greatly
overcharged for some auto repair work a local machanic did on his car. The
very next day the machanic - who happened to be a very large man - came over
to their house while I was there and returned $250, saying it was a "computer
error". I noticed that he had a black eye and a rather badly swollen jaw...and
he avoided any eye contact with Alice (who was grinning at the time). As she
said, she's as tough as she needs to be.

Atlas and Alice squared off inside the wrestling ring. Atlas seemed to have
the advantage as he was larger than she was and appeared to be stronger...but
looks can be deceiving. Almost from the moment they clinched one thing became
obvious - Atlas was doomed, he never stood a chance. I suppose erotic is the
best way to describe the way I felt as I watched my beautiful, super
girlfriend slam the vastly overmatched strongman all over the ring; ponytail
swishing from side-to-side as she did so. Alice even laughed and joked with
the crowd while she fought him ("fought" being a relative term as Alice
considered tossing the large, muscular man around to be nothing more than an
exercise).

"Look sweetie pie," Alice smiled at me as she lifted the hapless, 350 pound
man high above her head and held him there...with just one hand! "What do you
think of your "little' girlfriend now?" The answer to that question could be
seen in the moisture on my pants but, fortunately for me, not a lot of people
noticed; they were too enthralled watching Alice toss Atlas around like a toy.
She held Atlas up above her head for about a minute (which for him probably
seemed like a lifetime) and paraded him around the ring; then slammed him to
the floor. As the once proud man lay there, stunned and beaten - Alice put her
right foot on his chest and flexed her awesome, 22 inch biceps for the
cheering crowd. "Well tough guy," Alice said as she smiled down at him,"I hope
you learned your lesson today. Girls can be strong too." I'm sure it's a
lesson he'll never forget.

So humiliated was Atlas by the beating Alice gave him, that he quit the circus
shortly afterward. The circus manager then offered his job to Alice. But as
she was just 17 years old at the time, Alice's parents refused to let her
accept the offer - at least until she graduated high school. So Alice had to
wait another year. Also, she wouldn't accept the offer unless I could go with
her."We're a team Greg," Alice told me when I asked her why she had insisted I
join her."That means wherever I go, you go."

"But what will I do Alice? I don't have any circus skills."

Alice put her gigantic arms around me and gave me a monsterous hug. "Your
*job* Greg, will be to keep me company. You can brush my hair before each
performance so I'll look pretty; I know you love doing that (she was right).
But you are coming with me honey (she squeezed me even harder); understand?"

"Yes," I gasped, struggling to breathe.

That summer was like a dream for me. Alice would lift five times the weight
that Atlas had and, instead of using a horse in the tug-of-war, she would use
- and defeat - a five ton Indian elephant. Sometimes Alice would give the poor
pachaderm a rest and challenge a dozen large men from the audience. But no
matter how big and strong these men were, Alice would always beat them. "Oh
come on guys," she would tease as they struggled to pull the rope,"surely all
you big, strong men can beat one *little* girl, can't you?" But try as they
might, they couldn't budge her. Alice would play around with them for a while
before yanking them across the line."Nice try boys, better luck next time."
The audience loved her act and her strongwoman show became the most popular
attraction in the circus; hands down.

But everything I've seen my powerful girlfriend do since I've known her pales
in comparison to what I saw her do yesterday. It was her 'tour de force' if
you will. Let me explain...

Six months ago, a group of explorers made a spectacular discovery. On a remote
and unexplored island south of New Guinea they came across a huge, living
Tyrannosaurs Rex and somehow managed to capture it. A large holding area was
constructed to house the prehistoric monster in a zoo not far from where Alice
and I were now living (because of the money she earned as a circus
strongwoman, Alice and I were now living in an apartment together near the
university we attend). Yesterday the dinosaur was unvailed to the general
public for the first time; and because I always had a fascination for
dinosaurs, I convinced Alice to come with me to see it.

As we approached the large pit where huge beast was being held, I started to
explained to Alice all I knew about the Tyrannosaurs Rex. "He's probably the
fiercest creature ever to walk the earth," I began.

"Oh really Greg. Why do you say that?"

"Well for starters, he's over twenty feet long from head to tail and can weigh
up to eight tons. And if that isn't enough, he has razor sharp teeth six
inches long which can tear through the toughest flesh. It's a monster if ever
there was one."

To my surprise, Alice simply laughed and said,"So Greg, you think this
dinosaur of yours is the fiercest creature ever? We'll just have to see about
that, won't we." (I had no idea what Alice meant by that...but I didn't have
to wait too long before I found out).

We arrived at the pit which was nearly thirty feet deep and surrounded by a
high railing to prevent anyone from accidently falling in. As Alice and I
peered over the edge, I got my first glimpse of the dreaded Tyrannosaurs Rex -
and he was indeed a fearsome sight to behold."You see Alice, he's just as
large and fierce as I said he would be."

I looked over at her and felt a sudden sense of foreboding - for Alice had
taken out her headband and was tying her long, beautiful brown hair back into
a ponytail; just as she had done against the bullies ten years earlier, or
when she beat up the wrestlers, or creamed the college football team, or
battered the mighty Atlas into submission. "Fiercest creature ever Greg?" she
said with a cryptic smile; then repeated, "we'll just have to see about that."
Before I had a chance to utter another word, my six foot-four inch, 300 pound,
muscular girlfriend bounded over the railing and leaped down to the bottom of
the pit. "O.K. big boy," Alice said as she began walking towards the enormous
creature. "My boyfriend seems to think you're one tough hombre. Let's see just
how tough you really are."

While this stunning - and totally unexpected - event was unfolding right
before my eyes, I heard gasps from the large crowd that had also come to see
the dinosaur. But those gasps were soon drowned out by the loud roar the
creature made when he saw Alice approaching him."An easy meal," he must have
thought to himself; and from the looks of things, he appeared to be right. For
what chance could a girl - even a very large and strong girl like Alice -
possibly have against the ferocious Tyrannosaurs Rex? As I watched the huge
beast open his gigantic jaws wide and close in on the only girl I've ever
loved, I began to shake uncontrolably. And then, an amazing thing happened...

WHAM!!! Alice smashed dinosaur underneath the jaw with a mighty uppercut from
her right fist, the force of which snapped his head back and I could clearly
see several teeth fly out of his mouth! Enraged, he let out another tremendous
roar and attacked Alice again. POW!!! But with another hard right, my powerful
girlfriend knocked out a couple more of his teeth! "Hmmm...they don't look six
inches long to me," I heard Alice say as she scooped one of them off the
ground and put it in her pocket."Five and a half at the most."

After two hard punches from Alice which stunned him, the T-Rex decided on a
change of tactics. Instead of attacking head-on, he began to circle around
her; roarly loudly as he did. "Trying to sneak up behind me eh, tough guy,"
Alice calmly said as she turned around to face him. The impatient beast soon
tired of the game and attempted to strike her again - WHACK!!! Another hard
punch from Alice and several more of his teeth were lying on the ground. This
time, however, my magnificent girlfriend didn't wait for him to make another
move against her, she moved to the offensive herself.

After momentarily stunning the T-Rex with her third hard punch, Alice charged
forward and sank her left fist deep into the lower part of his stomach (which
was as high as she could reach). She followed that with a right, then a left,
then a right, then a left...and hard as it was to believe, Alice was driving
the massive creature backwards."You see honey," she smiled up at me while
continueing to slam her powerful fists into the monster's belly,"this guy
isn't so tough. In fact, I think he's very overrated."

The gasps the large crowd made at first were gone now, replaced by shouts and
cheers as they watched this incredible girl hammer the fierce dinosaur. "You
go girl!" I heard people screaming. Not into cheering myself, I just stood at
the railing and watched - amazed - at what I saw Alice doing; my girlfriend
was actually beating up the fiercest animal ever to walk the earth!

Realizing that this small (relatively speaking) creature was proving to be too
much for him, the Tyrannosaurs turned around and tried to flee (imagine, a
ferocious dinosaur running away from a 19 year-old girl!); but he didn't get
far. "Hold on there big boy," Alice said as she grabbed him by the tail.
"Where do you think you're going? I'm not quite through with you yet." And so,
probably the most unusual tug-of-war in all of history began - a six foot-four
inch, 300 pound human female against an eight ton, twenty foot long T-Rex. I
have seen Alice win tug-of-wars against twelve strong men. I have seen her win
tug-of-wars against a five ton elephant. But never could I have imagined that
she could win one against a Tyrannosaurs Rex! And yet there she was, literally
dragging the huge creature backwards. And as she did so, Alice looked up at me
and giggled,"Gee Greg, maybe I should include this in my circus act next
summer; tee, hee, hee."

Alice dragged the dinosaur back to where their fight started, then did
something truely incredible - as if what she had done so far wasn't incredible
enough. She began to twist his tail around and around until she flipped him
over and he fell to the ground (the ground literally shook like a small
earthquake when he hit it). Once she had him on the ground, the mighty girl
continued twisting his tail - forcing the T-Rex to roll over and over; much to
the delight of the crowd.

Alice forced the stunned creature to roll over onto his back. She then
released his tail, ran forward and jumped up, landing on the underside of his
neck. "My what a comfy seat you make," Alice laughed. Then she began to pummel
his jaw again with her fists,"and such a lovely punching bag too." She was
indeed rotating her fists around like a boxer does when hitting a punching
bag.

Alice must have hit the Tyrannosaurs at least a hundred times. And she wasn't
even hitting him that hard either, just continuously - imagine, she was
actually taking it easy on him! His once ferocious roars were now reduced to
nothing more than pathetic shrieks as the amazing brunette relentlessly
pounded the now helpless creature and it was at this point that I actually
began to feel sorry for him; irony of ironies. Finally, with one last punch to
the jaw, the huge dinosaur fell silent - battered unconscious by my beautiful
girlfriend!

The first thing Alice did after knocking the T-Rex out was to smile up at me
and flash the 'thumbs up' sign to the cheering crowd. Then, while still
sitting on the dinosaur, she undid her ponytail, took out her hairbrush from
her back pocket - Alice never goes anywhere without her hairbrush - and began
brushing her long, beautiful hair. (Afterwards, Alice would joke that getting
her hair messed up was the only casuality she suffered in her fight against
the dreaded T-Rex. Alice always says she's really just a little girl trapped
inside a superwoman's body).

After she finished brushing her hair, Alice stood up and flexed her awesome,
22 inch muscles for the crowd (my girlfriend is not above showboating every
once in a while). Then she jumped down from the unconscious dinosaur's neck,
smiled at him and said,"well thank you for this lovely workout. Maybe someday
I'll give you a rematch; tee, hee, hee." She climbed out of the pit and walked
over to me. "Here Greg," Alice said as she handed me the dinosaur tooth she
picked up off the ground after knocking it out of his mouth. "It's a little
souvenir to remind you of the day I beat up your dinosaur (henceforth, Alice
would always refer to the T-Rex as *my* dinosaur). So, who do you say is the
'fiercest creature ever to walk the earth' honey?"

I was completely overcome with awe now, awe and the uncontrolable love I now
had for this magnificant girl."You are Alice," I said as I hugged her. "You're
the fiercest creature that ever walked the earth." I felt myself being lifted
up off the ground and gently craddled in Alice's powerful arms - arms that
brought even the mighty Tyrannosaurs Rex to his knees.

"Well, I don't know if I want to be known as the fiercest creature ever to
walk the earth Greg. That might be a little intimidating to people who don't
know me as well as you do. How about simply *the toughest*?"

"O.K. then Alice, you're the toughest creature ever to walk the earth. The
toughest, the strongest, the most beautiful...the most magnificant."

"Oh Greg, you've always been so sweet to me (she was squeezing me up against
her large, firm breasts now and I thought to myself,"this must be what heaven
is like"). I guess that's why I love you so much. Let's go home now honey.
Beating up your T-Rex has put me in a sexy mood...a very sexy mood."
Effortlessly, my mighty girlfriend carried me the entire two miles to our
apartment and straight into the bedroom. We didn't emerge from until late the
following morning.

Epilogue:

Today while Alice and I were eating lunch together, I opened the daily
newspaper - and what do you think I saw on the front page? A large photograph
of a beautiful girl sitting on top of a badly beaten Tyrannosaurs Rex, calmly
brushing her hair. The headline read:"Ferocious Dinosaur No Match For Mighty
Woman!" When I showed the picture to Alice, she began to giggle. "What's so
funny?" I asked her.

"Oh, it's just those newspapers. They're always exaggerating."

"What do you mean Alice?"

She finished drinking her fourth glass of orange juice (or was it her fifth?),
smiled at me and replied,"Ferocious? I think that's a bit over the top.
Perhaps 'mean' or 'nasty' would have been a more accurate description." Then
she added with a wink,"he really wasn't so tough honey."

I sat staring at this amazing girl sitting across the table from me. A girl
who can beat a huge Tyrannosaurs Rex into submission with nothing more than
her fists and not even think it was anything special. A girl as beautiful as
she was powerful. Alice: my incredible, super girlfriend.

Author's note: I know my tastes aren't for everybody, but hey, this is an
eclectic site; isn't it? For as long as I can remember (and I go back quite a
ways) the idea of a large, powerful woman with long, beautiful hair beating up
a fierce Tyrannosaurs Rex has held an erotic appeal for me. That's why the
theme appears in many of my stories. When I imagine having a girlfriend or
wife with superhuman strength sitting on top of a huge T-Rex and using him for
a punching bag - then calmly brushing her hair after knocking him out - it
sends me into ecstacy. It's been that way for fifty years and will probably
(hopefully) be that way for fifty more. Primarily, I write these stories for
my own enjoyment anyway; and if there are other hopeless SOBs out there in
cyberland who share in my demented perversion, well good for them. As the
saying goes, "To Each His Own". Sincerely, M.C.