Hulking Helena

At a full seven and a half feet tall Helena stood well over most people and had a lot of trouble with a lot of normal everyday things, like clothes and doorways. Add to that the fact that she had found out that she put on muscle really easily and had taken to bodybuilding, she was utterly massive. Somehow or other she'd turned out to have outright super strength.

Pulling a shirt on was tricky, the sheer size of her arms and joining muscles made her a little akward and her superhuman toughness meant she tended to tear up clothing when it met her muscles too roughly. Sleeves were right out generally speaking, her biceps were bigger around than quite a few people. Her height and her large, bulging muscles were pretty clearly intimidating and sometimes she kind of liked that.

The photo-shoot was a little weird, but the trick was to demonstrate just how stunningly massive her arms really were. She'd slid smaller adult shirts down her arms, the neck going down to her elbow and the bulk of the shirt pulled up her upper arms, and then tied down to her arm. She hit the weights for a bit, curling thousands of pounds an arm and letting the natural swell of her working arms gradually tear the main body of the shirts apart. A little rip here, bigger rip there, and then a sudden snap as the string tying the shirt down snapped under the pressure. She tore away what was left with no real effort.

She put one of her giant hands on a bowling ball that they'd provided and pressed it against her arm. A flex pushed her arm into it and she pressed it into her arm harder. It took a moment for the ball to crack, but then it cracked more and finally broke apart against her giant arm.

Helena pushed her shoulders back some and her annoyingly but unavoidably flimsy shirt ripped a little across her broad torso. Her little audience didn't mind though, they said it would play well on video or picture sequence.

Walking around was sometimes a little inconvenient, at her height and somehow disproportional bulk she had to be careful about other people. Turn around too fast and she had a notable risk of making her anatomy live up to the name of 'knockers' but mostly she worried about stepping on feet, at her size that could be really brutal.

Her last feat for the day was some furniture lifting and moving, which she found sort of dull. She decided to dial things up a little and went for the fridge. It took a little re-adjusting to hold it with one hand but in her rush to show off she lifted it high enough to hit the ceiling. She laughed nervously for a bit and then dropped it so it fell across her arm on its sides. She could only just reach from top to bottom but with a few powerful moves she was able to crush the appliance like an over-sized soda can.

Clean up was a bit of an issue but she got to head out for home, though she had to walk most places. Her sheer size could blow out the transmission out in a lot of car models. She found something of a surprise when she decided to take a quick shortcut through an alley. There was a light bump and a little shuffling. Curious about what had just happened she stepped back and leaned forward so she could look down more easily. The two guys she was looking at must have been waiting around the corner and had tried to jump out in front of her given the stunned and clear 'oh crap' expressions on their faces. She was confused for a moment but then she noticed that both of them were holding knives.

“Were you...waiting her to mug someone? Mug me?”

“Not you, clearly.”

“But someone then?”

“Uh...yes...”

Helena grabbed the nearest one by the neck and lifted him up as high as she could without putting her arm straight up. His weight didn't really even register to her, so it was actually sort of funny feeling him kick and hit and flail in utter futility. He had the idea to try to use the knife on her so she just dropped him. He landed on his feet but fell backwards to the pavement. The other guy froze for a bit but jumped forward at her, aiming his knife at her stomach. She caught his hand and pulled the knife away. She held his arm with one hand and twirled the knife in the other. He struggled to pull away, but she hardly noticed the effort.

“It really was a mistake, please let us go.”

“You're only saying that because you didn't bother to look at who you were mugging. Consider this a lesson in future planning.”

Helena put a bit of the knife in between her abs and flexed them together to trap the tip inside them. She pulled the handle to the side and the knife snapped apart. She shoved the guy she was holding into the wall just hard enough to daze him and left him to slump over with his accomplice.

“Well, today was almost interesting I guess.”