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Beach Playtime

Zipping back home faster than a guided missile (and far lovelier to look at, too!) Coral tore into her box of gifts. She’d noticed with her incredible eyes a particularly pink satin bikini she wanted to try on...

Always the neat freak who kept her boxes pristine until the maids inevitably threw them out, Coral sliced through the wrapping paper with her fingernails. Of course it wasn’t going to be a problem for her after her dainty digits had torn a strip out of a fancy hotrod; the funny thing to Coral was more about how the car’s expensive frame had given way to her finger just as easily as this colorful paper did!

Her hands and arms blurred as she eagerly removed the layer of protective paper inside the box as well, to find a beautiful matching skimpy top and bottom. Another blur, and her skirt and top were hung up neatly back in place. Coral was now dressed in a too-small getup that really emphasized her breasts as those feminine globes of flesh threatened to spill out of their protective little cups.

Just the way she liked it.

A weird poke from her bikini bottoms reminded her that she had forgotten to cut off the tags. A quick blast of her pale blue eye lasers, accompanied by yet another glow of her necklace, not only snipped it right off, but incinerated it into nothingness. Grabbing a pair of black flip flops, she decided to head over by land. It would be far too crowded for her to fly in and try to find a place to land. And she didn’t want to destroy her shoes in her super speedy travel.

Slipping on a tight jacket to cover her nubile flesh while somehow emphasizing her outrageous curves even further, Coral took her time heading out to the coast. It was a 30 minute drive by car, but she’d woken up so early today, so full of energy. She traveled along at merely a slightly above olympic level sprint, never short of breath or feeling any aches and pains in her endlessly powerful, toned muscles.

Most of it was through the woods, but she slowed down when passing through the little towns when people were around so as not to startle them, but that only gave them an opportunity to stare at the profile of her upper body or the majesty of her long, lean legs. After passing by more than a few gawking rabble, including some children who felt the need to point her out and say “What a beautiful lady!” Coral broke into an even higher speed when she thought she could get away with it, her blonde hair whipping in the wind.

Five minutes later, she was at the Cruiser Cliffs boardwalk.

It was a nice day on the dark sandy beach, but Coral wasn’t there to play in the water. Just off of the beach was a skate park where the kids hung out, practicing their tricks on plywood ramps, handrails, and whatever else skaters did. Past that were some basketball courts where people played pick up.

Further inland was a two mile long strip occupied by expensive and weather worn beach homes along with a bunch of storefronts. The transplanted palm trees outlined the main paved road: one lane for pedestrians, and the other for cyclists. Hipster record shops, used bookstores hidden in alleyways, hot dog carts with vegetables grilling on the flattops, smoke shops, overfilled stacks of folded t-shirts with gaudy prints for the rabble rousing tourists to purchase... and an outdoor gym on the opposite side of the strip.

She hadn’t been here for almost a year. It had been just a few weeks after her eighteenth birthday... Meh, she hadn’t known anything. But this time…

Coral enjoyed the wolf whistles and the cyclists who almost lost control of their bikes and crashed into each other as they all stared at her. She felt like she owned the place, and she hadn’t even done anything with her absurd super powers yet! Tossing her long blonde mane behind her, she strutted with purpose, putting a little extra sauce in her step and making her heavy breasts bounce spectacularly. She was fairly certain that nobody else, desperate as they were to touch her judging by the open mouthed stares and drooling people, could move a single inch of her invulnerable body.

She’d always been somewhat fascinated by fitness freaks, especially the people who worked not necessarily for their health, but to look a certain way. Bulging, disproportionate, bronzed... that kind of stuff. It had made her daring. Now that she had this kind of power, why not explore it?

The guys at the outdoor gym working out either hadn’t noticed her, or began to work out harder as they tried to impress the approaching beauty. Coral caught one of the guys count from six directly to twenty six as he continued to perform his pull ups. She made a beeline straight for him, working hard to suppress her giggles.

“27... 28...” he panted, clearly struggling from the exertion. His arms were trembling as he tried to bring his chin over the bar one more time.

“I think you missed a few numbers there!” Coral winked at him with her sparkling blue eyes.

He was speechless. Had she heard him over the sound of everyone walking, talking, listening to their boom boxes in public?! Or maybe it was just a guess.

“By my count, you were at eight,” she continued smugly as if she’d read his mind.

The well-built young adult, only a few years older than Coral if she had to guess, dropped off the bar and shook out his arms.

“Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t. It’s hard not to try and impress a beautiful woman,” he smiled.

“Well well!” Coral hadn’t expected him to own up to it. And so smoothly, too!

“Tell you what. If you can even manage one, I’ll tell you how many I was at. And then, I could help train a young lady like you, in private. What do you think?”

Now this was more like it!

Coral unzipped the front of her cropped jacket, revealing the top of her pink bikini to the world. The man she was about to embarrass with her physical strength gulped as his shorts suddenly became too tight. He squirmed and backed away, trying (and failing) to inconspicuously cover his crotch.

The blonde supergirl smiled. This one was a bonus! And now to really turn the screw...

“Teach me? Okay pal, let me give this a whirl, shall I? That didn’t look too hard...”

She shooed him aside with a little dainty gesture of her perfectly manicured fingernails. He crab-walked, still trying to hide his stiffy, but nobody else would have noticed anyway. They were all too busy staring at Coral’s body, crammed into that three piece number.

But Coral took a nice intimate stare. Her eyes and necklace once again glowed in sync as her vision suddenly penetrated his clothes to see the huge, throbbing erection that she had so easily inspired. She was surprised as another ability revealed itself—and revealed his straining equipment. It would be easy to think of men like him as just toys now. She licked her lips as she walked toward the pullup bar.

“Here, let me,” another fitness enthusiast with a tented pair of shorts stepped forward and was about to put his hands on her slim waist uninvited.

Coral gave him the universal death stare. He backed off. Immediately. And he went a tiny bit pale. Even she didn’t know the weight her new confidence now projected.

“So I just pull up, right?” she asked innocently, her gleaming eyes returning to her “trainer.”

Almost all of the gym crowd and some passersby were watching now. Had she really never attempted a pullup before? They were notoriously difficult for people who didn’t exercise, and especially so for girls.

But Coral’s feet pushed off the rubber mat, her body floating upward gracefully until she grabbed the bar. She hung there for a moment to survey the crowd as her long, lean silhouette was fully displayed. All eyes were on her.

“Like... this?” she stated once more for emphasis before smoothly pulling her head around and above the bar.

The crowd erupted into cheers.

Coral smiled nice and wide as she smoothly let herself hang slack once more. Everything was so easy! But she knew that coming down this slowly and steadily was its own feat of strength as well, and she was going to play it up.

Once she was all the way down, she took her time on the ascent as well, climbing upward but never struggling, her smooth arms never showing any sign of exertion.

“Two... three... four...” she began to pick up the pace.

Most of the crowd just watched that pair of spectacular breasts bob up and down, up and down as her pretty girl’s lovely voice droned in their ears. Wait, how many was she up to now?!

“23, 24, 25, 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33,” Coral’s facial expression never wavered as did her best imitation of a jackhammer, only so much prettier.

“Th-that’s...” the original guy muttered.

“This is easy! Some people do this one handed, right?” Coral asked innocently as she continued to pump up and down like a metronome.

Removing her left hand, her motion continued completely unabated as she “exercised” with just her right, moving just as fluidly as before.

“Aaaaand 50.”

To finish her little routine, she pulled herself clear above the bar, held herself up, and waved to the crowd with a big smile on her face. Then she dismounted with a little bounce, landing perfectly silently on the rubber mat. Her glowing necklace bounced on her torso, drawing the crowd’s attention to her breasts once again.

“Good workout! Have anything more to teach me?” Coral smirked.

He was utterly speechless from her naughty little prank. Still, he’d been a good sport. It wasn’t an accident when she brushed him with the edge of her rounded chest as she slipped past him. She had a better grasp on flirting than what came after.

A few other beach gym rats were still at their own workouts. The very serious type. They’d been around long enough to know that most of these were social media stunts or setups and had no interest in watching what was going on. Always the same sort of thing: pretty girl, entourage, paid (or not!) actors in front of a stupid phone camera as some teen pulled a little stunt. One of them was lying flat on a padded bench, preparing to dig into his second set of bench presses. And from the sight of his barreled chest and sculpted arms, he was quite adept at pumping a lot of weight.

“Ooh, what’s this? Is it heavy?” a honeyed voice inquired, playful and mocking.

“Whatever video you’re filming, I’m not... inter...” his voice trailed off as his upward vision was eclipsed by the curve of Coral’s teen breasts.

“Not interested? Don’t worry, I’m not filming anything,” she reassured him. “What’s wrong, are you having trouble with these heavy things?”

Before he could respond, Coral curled her index finger underneath the bar. The silver rod with the massive black plates on either side looked quite intimidating, but even she didn’t expect how easily she brought it off its mounting. With just a single finger! She couldn’t even feel any resistance!

But the world sought to remind her just how much resistance there was. The incredible pressure being exerted on that singular point where her super strong digit touched even caused the bar to bend and creak under the immense weight of the plates.

By now, everyone was totally flabbergasted. Coral was planning to bring it over her head, twirl it around like a baton, maybe squash the whole thing into an unrecognizable lump by slamming it against her torso... but she quickly put it back down when she realized just how much of a spectacle she was making.

Another meathead approached her. He smelled… chemical. She wrinkled her cute nose, not certain what was off, but knowing he was not as nice as “Mister Teach Me” or the genuine powerhouse whose bar she’d borrowed.

“If you tell me how you faked that, I’ll buy you a drink,” he gestured at the large tropical decor bar back on the strip. “How does that sound?”

“A drink sounds good,” Coral agreed. “But... not with you. Sorry!” She turned on her heels and dropped her flip flops back onto the floor with a loud clack.

His meaty hand grabbed her slim arm. But Coral knew that appearances could be deceiving. Her limb contained so much more power than his entire body.

“Hey! Tell us your trick! I’ll show you a good time...” his voice was coated in slime.

Coral didn’t even turn to look at him. She pinched his middle finger between two of her own and squeezed lightly.

“OWWWWWW!” he cried, immediately releasing his grip on her arm. But he was powerless to extract himself from her little squeeze. He fell to his knees, blubbering in pain.

“Piss off.” No, Coral wasn’t too interested in this crowd after all, she’d decided. The view was nice, but she wanted someone charming. She wasn’t here to repeat past mistakes.

Coral left him cradling his bruised and swelling middle finger as the crowd parted for her, both in awe and lust.