As I continued to walk down the street, people scattered at the sight of a 10 foot muscle-god walking 
down the street. Each step I took, I could feel the power surging in my quads and calves. They were 
aching to be tested! Within ten feet was an intersection, as I approached I didn't bother to look if 
there  was any traffic approaching - as far as I was concerned traffic should watch out for ME! Walking 
across the street, I suddenly heard the screeching of brakes and as I turned to look at the chaos I was 
causing, I felt a huge thud in my right arm. There was a terrible screeching of tortured metal and as I 
looked over to my right I realised that Max had been on my right shoulder. 
 
What awaited me when I looked over sent me into a blind rage. A bus unable to stop in time had been 
STOPPED dead in its tracks my my huge unmovable body. The front end had hit me at about 50mph and the 
metal had warped around me like hot knife thru butter. To me it felt as if a piece of rubber had hit me 
but the evidence of MY sheer power was now evident as the whole front end had bent inwards and where it 
had hit me there was a huge impression of my superb physique.
 
Unfortunately for Max he had been pulverised on impact and was now just a broken lifeless pile of pulped 
body caught between iron and my harder stronger body. I was so pissed off at this buses inability to stop 
and the bus drivers arrogance for not hitting something less important than ME. So I removed myself from 
the impression I had made in the front and as the driver saw the HATE swell on my eyes he gunned the accelerator. 
BIG MISTAKE!!!
 
I put out my arms to stop  the advancing bus which slammed into me at 20 mph and my hands sunk into 
the metal with contemptuous ease. this would be fun I thought and it will teach everyone a valuable 
lesson about hitting ME.

With that I added some power to my push and the bus began to shift backwards a foot or two even though 
the driver was still gunning the accelerator. He put his foot flat now to the floor and I easily matched 
the power horse for weak horse, to be honest I hadn't even begun really trying! Such a large manmade object 
considered so powerful and here I was OUTMUSCLING it like it was a mere toy, which it was to me. It then 
suddenly dawned on me that the results of the formulae may have been even beyond what I had thought was 
HUMANLY possible, yes humanly but not godly.
 
Now I added some heft to my pushing and the metal began to squeal as the engine was pushing forward and I was 
pushing back. Foot after agonising foot until the bus hit a reinforced bank wall as it had begun to skid to the 
left of the road. People on the bus now began to scream blood curdling screams as they realised what was in store 
for them if they remained. the panic of 50 people an the bus all running around and screaming had no effect on my 
shoving and the bus now emitted a low groan as the metal began to feel REAL POWER as I turned it up a notch. The 
frame buckled slightly and the door wouldn't open any longer as the frame was warped by ME. Everyone was now trapped 
on the bus awaiting their now undeniable fate.
 
As I crushed the buses frame, I felt a stirring in  my pants and I realised that being so powerful and having 
the decision over life and death of so many was really a turn on. with this ion mind I shoved harder and the 
bus moaned and squealed in protest but was helpless against my muscle. The engine now had given up the fight, 
all this time the driver had not taken his foot off the accelerator. With a  loud bang it died a mechanical death. 
with less resistance now the bus crumpled even quicker, I relished the fact that metal was deforming in my hands 
like tissue paper, it had no resistance against MY muscle.
 
The bus was now two thirds it original length and the driver still mesmerised realised that his life was now 
in danger as the seat he was in had been forced back into the aft bulkhead that separated the driver from the 
rest of the bus, but it was too late the dashboard had crumpled into his legs and pulverised them into powder 
he was trapped in that seat. the rear had also crumpled allot and the remaining passengers were all frantically 
trying to escape by any means they could. some however had resigned them selves to their fate and just sat there 
quietly waiting for the end to come.
 
This was so easy so I decide to speed it up  a little as I was getting bored. My legs bulged and the calves 
split into huge horshoe splits which cracked the asphalt as I compacted the bus. I shoved harder and the bus 
responded by crushing deeper and quicker. The driver now had the reinforced glass pressing against him and the 
bulkhead behind with each exertion he was compacted more and more until finally his body could not take any 
more punishment and with a huge red explosion he popped like a ripe melon in a vice.
 
Other passengers were also being crushed into the seating and bulkhead and frame as it twisted and contorted to 
MY muscle. their bodies were do weak and fragile it took no extra effort to destroy them whilst mashing this toy 
into the wall. Within ten minutes of the start of the episode it was all over the bus had been reduce to the length
of a mini sized car and not a single passenger had been able to escape the massacre - unfortunate for them, they 
shouldn't have been there in the first place when the bus had hit ME.
 
When I turned my attention to the road and pavement I noticed that a large audience had gathered and were in awe 
of what they had just witnessed. But this was soon drowned out  by the sound of wailing -  Police sirens and fire 
engine rushing the scene to help and arrest the perpetrators. Well they weren't going to be expecting ONE man  to 
have been able to do all this so the force had sent ten cars to the scene and two fire engines had been sent  as 
the report suggested a terrorist bomb may be to blame.
 
Boy were they in for a SURPRISE and I was going to have some real fun