Eva Supergirl

It was a quiet morning at the small station somewhere in Japan.

Eva stood on the platform, wearing a simple black dress and sunglasses. She looked like any other traveler waiting for her train. Except fort he fact her physique strained the dress to its limits. From her thick pecs down to her bulging quads. She looked over the ridge of her sunglasses to see commuters trying to take distreet peaks at her behemoth like physique. Even sitting down she towered above most of the people on the platform.

Then came the sound of trouble.

A truck had stalled on the railway crossing just ahead. The driver tried to start the engine again — nothing. The warning bells began to ring. Everyone turned toward the tracks. In the distance, the bullet train appeared. A silver blur, already speeding at over 300 kilometers per hour.

Eva dropped her bag and jumped on the tracks. In seconds, she was at the crossing. With one hand, she gripped the front of the trailer. Her heels dug into the ground as she lifted — muscles tightening beneath the black fabric.

Metal creaked, the frame of the truck groaned. Slowly the truck clear from the tracks, all wheels leaving the ground beneath as the entire machine got lifted up in the air by a single woman. Her arms exploded with mass, beyond anyones belief as Eva pushed the truck overhead.

People swore they saw her smile!

Then, seconds before the bullet train roared past with a thunderous blast of wind. She walked off the tracks, carrying the truck before easing it back on the road.

The crowd on the platform gasped.

Eva simply smiled, brushed the dust from her dress, and walked back into the platform as if nothing had happened. She picked up her bag, adjusted her sunglasses, and waited again, like she’d never moved at all.

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Made for Eva, with her permission.