The suit folds its way around you forming a second skin like a combination between the Ironman and the T-1000. You look like a female version of the silver surfer except with boobs that would make a mastasia.com woman nod with approval and blush with envy. The suit powers up and you get to your feet, surprised at how light and agile you feel despite the fact that you think your armor plated bosom must weigh at least five tons, yet even though made of some futuristic metal they still shimmy, bounce and shake like a normal albeit colossal bosom. You hop, skip and jump, testing the power of your legs ability to move your biomechanical body. You feel the power in your massive thighs as you are able to move quicker and jump higher then when you were a normal human. The suit purrs and hums, as the more dramatic your movements are, the more you feel its fusion generator hum to produce more power, kinda of like an Ipod searching for a song, but on a more prodigious level. The suit feeds you telemetry as your eyes view the outside world as a combination of your normal sight and computer enhanced imagery. A huge barbell is lying on the floor. It is impossibly stacked with concrete slabs on each side. Your suit is telling you it weighs 12 tons, yet you are able to lift it with ease with one hand. But you know there is much more to the suit. A concrete barrier is over to one side. It has not one but two bulls-eyes painted on it. You smile and charge forward, striking the concrete with your tremendous bust. The room shakes with a tremendous concussion as you penetrate the concrete, leaving two humongous holes in it. You giggle, the feeling is almost orgasmic. You push forward again bursting through to the other side. You look around the room, eager to try your hand, err chest at something else. There is a bank vault door, a Toyota Prius, and a force field array.
>CRUSH PRIUS