Heather moaned softly - softly because her lips were muffled. She wasn't just bigger, her head was buried in mutant mounds of muscle - traps rising up behind her head and folding her ears forward with their extreme development, while her pecs seemed to swallow her face almost up to her eyes. Amazingly those eyes still shone clear and stunningly blue though the visible parts of her face were cast in deep shadow.
Her shoulders were like a set of monster truck tires, the flesh creased and wrinkled as it meshed with pecs that thrust out like a pair of chiseled overhead wash machines, barely allowing such mounds of mass to move past each other with a beastial groaning. Her skin was so tight it was like a thin coat of fleshy paint over raw beef - striations rippling throughout like some twisted giants take on player piano keys hammering out a mad dance to mass. Her pecs could flick and twist her own nipples, and she did so (almost frantically) causing the deep red hot-dog sized nubs to jump and twist erotically with her subtle muscle rippling. She moaned again - and he could immediately see why - her thighs were absolutely dripping, rivulets of cum running down channels of cuts and veins as legs so massive they were simultaneously forced against each other and apart just by the freakishness of her development - every movement had her own thighs rubbing not only against each other, but against the lips of her wet vagina.
She was so massive she was literally fucking herself with her own muscles just by moving - and nothing was even remotely flexed.
Dennis immediately blasted a load that made his shorts squish and sop about uncomfortably. Heather's eyes gleamed, and though he couldn't see her lips, a little girlish grunt of satisfaction came out from behind her colossal pecs - so cute it was almost laughable against this massive creature in front of him.
Mmmmm - Oh - you guys are gonna need to help a girl out a little - I worked my biceps reeeally hard this morning, and I need extra hands to worship these newly minted monsters.
So much muscle moving seemed almost impossible on her frame - just raising one arm made half her face disappear between her pectoral and shoulder muscles, as she rolled an arm so massive that her forearm would look comically small next to it if the muscles on that same forearm weren't flared out so wide a man couldn't wrap it around with both arms. Her bicep was so swollen and engorged with blood it didn't look like it should be able to move at all - a vein cracked sphere the size of two medicine balls tangled in bridge cables would probably still be a little too small, but a good start. Her hand and forearm disappeared into the crease between her bi's as they seemed to mount each other and swell up like some bizarre stress device that was just squeezed. The air actually seemed to blast out as she flexed, heated by the force and bracing against Dennis's skin, her single bicep blasted through the floor above and towered above her head and forced her to lean to one side just to support it's mass - there was no feasible way it could have expanded so much, creaking and throbbing like a giant organ, beating like a heart - he couldn't help but think of Tetsuo's transformation in Akira. But instead of grotesque and uncontrolled, the shape and balance of her muscles were freakishly perfect - her peak was razor sharp but lined with a vein that seemed to trace that edge perfectly before running down and splitting into other thinner veins like lava flowing down a humongous volcano, a basalt beast roaring devastation easily ten feet above her head.
He came so hard it ran down his legs, pooling in his socks .
Again, she let out a tiny girlish "mmmf" and said to Dennis: "Don't make me wait, I can't reach anywhere near the top of this muscle, and I can't have a part of my own body that doesn't get me off now can I"? There was no menace in her voice, in fact it was as cute and perky as ever - and just as absolute. He wasn't sure it would even occur to her that anybody would disagree with her - not when a single flex causes shock-waves.
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