I wrote the following after a dry spell of no internet access. It is not a full story at all. It is more of an introduction to the setting. The actors are nameless.

I was looking over this a few weeks after writing it. It read like someone else besides myself had written it. I suppose it points to the desperate state of mind I was in.

I felt any number of plots could spin off of this one introduction. After reading it, please feel free to add a line in the comments section.

I'm a very lazy person by nature, I may continue this, or I may not. Depends on Life.
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She was unstoppable.

The door crashed inward and skidded a dozen feet. She leaned her head down and inside the door frame. With just her head in the room she dazzled us with a smile and flexed her entire body as she took a step forward.

The wall exploded.

We were showered in wall plaster and debris. Some of us were even knocked over by larger flying pieces. She stood there, her body shadowed by her own outrageous musculature. Naked and glorious and terrible, she moved forward again shaking the room with each ponderous step.

None of us moved, each too afraid to catch her attention. She strode confidently, the sound of each muscle rasping together filling the room. Her body radiated intense heat. She smelled of sweat and exertion. Everyone could taste the bile in the back of their throats as fear constricted their guts. She was too big, too strong, too much.

She stopped barely a yard from me; I looked up and could not see her face for the armored frame of invincible meat. She stood there and just breathed, her whole body expanding by inches with each inhalation. I was sweating from the mix of heat and fear and lust. She leaned forward until her head came in to view, wreathed by neck muscles thrice the size of a bear's, her deadly chest inches from my eyes.

A massive hand descended from the heavens it seemed as she placed it upon my head. "Stay." she growled out with thunder in her voice. She didn't even look up to the rest of the room, just transfixed me with her terrible gaze. "Everyone else. LEAVE!" She snarled with enough power to make those closest to her fall to their knees in awe and terror.

Everyone scrambled for the gaping hole, most weeping in relief that they had brushed so close to gruesome death and by chance were spared. She waited until the room was clear and the sounds of evacuation had quieted. I was close to swooning from the nearness of her. Her breathing was deep, her heartbeat was loud and matched the pulsing of veins spreading like roots across each muscle. She smelled of spice and excitement, and I quivered under her touch. Tears were streaming down my cheeks unchecked.

She then caught up my shirt in her powerful hand and raised me up until my back pressed against the ceiling. I was breathless and too scared to utter a sound. I could see a lot of her from this angle. She had so much muscle on her back that it had to hump up making her head look like it was shielded by a bulwark of back muscles. Her chest was so huge it completely blocked my sight of anything beneath it, except her legs, which sprouted out larger than even her fearsome chest could hide. The arm holding me aloft was a writhing mass of steely cable-like veins. I could not believe it, my mind could not process it's sheer size and power, it seemed to defy human anatomy, being bigger and harder than any human could posses. I was staring uncomprehendingly at it when it twitched and I was suddenly in front of her glowering face. She had pulled her hand close and balled it in a fist, supporting my body in front of her.

She smirked disdainfully. Her face was perfect as if nature herself had been bullied into acquiescing to her wishes of bodily perfection. Her eyes burned into me and I realized then that I was nothing to her, not a bump on the road, or a blip on the screen. She could have taken a step forward when I was on the ground and I would have been beneath her notice as her body destroyed me in an instant. Her teeth were large and sharp in my close up view when she spoke. "Puny male. The irony of this situation is not lost on me." Her breath was intoxicating. I felt like I was going to pass out, my senses overwhelmed.

Her arm was straining, I could feel it. Not straining to hold me up, not in the least. Straining to keep her arm in check, to keep herself from launching me through the ceiling and the next four floors, and the roof after that. Straining not to destroy the flimsy, small, weak thing in her hand. I knew it, I could sense it in her movements, in the quickening of her breath, in the thundering of her giant heart, in the rising of her smile. She was getting excited; I was getting sick with dread. "You didn't even try to run or hide." She croaked out, her mouth dry from the surging feelings inside her. "You were easy to find." She closed her eyes and smelled me. She seemed to be on the edge of something immense as if her emotions were wild beasts to match her almighty body.

I was sick to death of the waiting. Why was she drawing out the agony? In my frustration, with teary eyes I asked the damning question. "What do you want?"

Her eyes widened with the temerity of my question, that I had even spoke at all. Her body shuddered and convulsed and spasmed as she wailed like a Norse goddess at the front of a storm.

"I NEED YOUR HELP!"

I must have passed out then from a combination of forces.