Don't mind going out nude

Clearly, as the recipient of superhuman powers, you're above such an archaic concept as 'the law'. Who cares about public indeceny? Surely, a much more horrid crime would be to conceal your tanned, glistening skin and supernaturally strong muscles from the gawking eyes of mere mortals.

You proudly promenade upstairs and outdoors. Here, without so much as thinking, you fulfill your long-dreamt-of dream, and 'decommission' your rusted husk of a car bare-handed. With a single marbled arm, you punch straight through the hood and parts of the engine. Three of the tires and the suspension blow out immediately. The car alarm would go off too, if it worked.

Fuck you hate this car so much. No more visits to shady auto mechanics to get scalped - no more expensive spare parts or embarassing explanations to your boss on being late 'cause your car broke down mid-interstate. This hunk of junk won't be missed.

Sophie: "Fffuck does this feel good! Solid steel, built to withstand high-speed collisions, crumples like paper mache at my every. Single. MOVE!"

You tear out the 600-pound engine with a single hand, creating a gashing hole into the chassis, before mushing it down into the size of your fist. Upon the last compressions, as you finally begin to feel some kind of resistance at the super-compressed steel, a wonderous, tingly feeling pervades your loins.

Sophie: "(Oh ffffuck... yes...)"

This was the feeling of dozens, maybe hundreds of orgasms priming themselves for release. You've unexpectedly brought yourself to the pinnacle of the biggest edge in human history. Your legs squirm and quiver slightly, but any voluntary movement on your part will launch off a tornado of pleasure.

Like about to connect jumper cables to a car battery, your hands tremble while approaching the darting extremities of your boobs. Even in the balmy still of a clear morning, you can feel their astounding sensitivity. Rubbing them at this point... you can almost feel that it's going to have reprecussions. Maybe your mind will be overwhelmed by the pleasure, and break like an eggshell under an anvil?

Only one way to find out.

Your fingers advance onto their targets like heat-seaking missiles, and set ablaze the nerve endings on your nipples. These fingers of yours, pinching, pulling and deforming body parts that are easily harder than diamons - you could hardly think of a better way to embark on this road of a thousand jillings.

Right on cue come your orgasms. A stampede and a tidal wave, crashing into your nether regions in all of their lubed, unhindered chaos. You fall back first onto the remains of your car, writhing and screaming with pleasure. Orgasms come and go like the flapping of a card against running bicycle spokes. Your best bet in keeping up is to hyperventilate while mercilessly teasing your nips. But even that's becoming so very difficult...

By chance, your eyes flutter open momentarily, exposing you to the wall of flesh ahead of you. Your boobs, previously bowling balls, have swollen past beachballs and are swiftly encroaching on gym ball territory. Your hands fly off from your teats at the shock.

Sophie: "Fuck!"

You ride out the remaining few dozen orgasms in sensations of bliss cluttered with confusion. Then you stand up from the woman-shaped hole in your engine block, your ballooning frontal faculties sagging only by a matter of inches. Each has as much flesh as a fully grown man.

Sophie: "Now this I didn't expect. I'm ascending from every-which-way today, it seems."

Despite their size, your honkers are laughably easy to move around, on account of your hulking strength.

Sophie: "I wonder if there's something more to this...?"