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Tracy and Shannon 3
🕑 Added 2021-06-16 13:00:05 +0000 UTC“More?” Shannon gasped. This woman was insatiable! Before she could protest, Tracy was undulating her hips, her warm wet cunt grasping at Shannon’s clit-cock. Tracy tensed the muscles in her cunt and it felt like a mouth, sucking hard on Shannon’s clit-cock. It responded.
“Yess!” Tracy hissed, putting her hands down on Shannon’s shoulders. She felt the weight of her heavy form pressing her into the ground. It was freaskishly erotic how their roles had reversed. Shannon had been the alpha, confronting this tiny woman, who had now grown into a behemoth to rival her own form. And she wanted even more!
Shannon couldn’t help but want it to. She would give it up to this monster-woman, make her bigger, freakier, the thought thrilling her more than she could have imagined! Tracy hissed again as Shannon’s clit-cock engorged, becoming hard as a rock between Tracy’s masterful minstrations and Shannon’s wild imaginings about turning Tracy into the perfect being.
Tracy started bucking forward and back, plunging Shannon’s thick clit-cock in and out, deeper and harder. She grunted, her face contorting into a grimace, veins rising on her forehead and neck as she squeezed and pistoned Shannon with determined effort. She felt pleasure but more than that, desire, not for this woman underneath her, but for her own, monster-sized muscle to grow even bigger!
Tracy sneered down at Shannon’s form. She thought this woman was big, that she was the pinnacle of muscular development. But she would show Shannon what big really meant. She would turn herself into a massive, muscular beefcake! A muscle fucking meathead! A monster mutant freak show!
Tracy bucked harder, then reached for Shannon’s neck. She grasped, hard, and heard Shannon gasp. She would show her, show her just how big and muscular a woman could get! She fucked her harder and squeezed, choking her, urging her to blow the biggest load of her life.
And she did. Shannon came and came, and Tracy’s muscular pussy sucked like a milking machine, absorbing what felt like a gallon of cum.
Finally, mercifully, Tracy released Shannon, who began coughing and sputtering. Tracy stood and took a step back. She moaned, then flexed her pecs. They hypertrophied while Shannon watched. Her top tore right down the center, her misshapen breasts pulled at odd angles from the burgeoning plates of muscle beneath them. But as Tracy held her flex, Shannon saw something that both sickened and infatuated hher at the same time. It looked like the expanding muscles of Tracy’s chest were eating her breasts alive as stacks of corded muscle surged and expanded while her breasts slowly receded.
As Shannon’s mouth dropped open at the sight of Tracy’s pecs eating her own breasts, replacing soft breast tissue with solid muscle mass, Tracy said, “Watch me grow, bitch!”
Then she flexed her left pec. The muscle fibers bulged, jutting her left tit forward. She Then flexed her right pec. The pec bulged, blasting her right tit forward. Shannon was speechless, watching her chest transform into something that would shame a male bodybuilder.
Then Tracy smiled maniacally, saying, “Who needs tits with pecs like these?”
Then she grit her teeth, grunted, and flexed harder. Her pec muscles surged, suddenly expanding and consuming the remaining tit-flesh of her breasts. Her hypertrophied chest muscle literally consumed the remaining breast tissue and fat, leaving two huge, striated, toaster-sized blocks of angular mass.
Standing in her superhero pose, she flexed every muscle on her body. Slowly, sickeningly, they all bloated bigger. Her traps climbed up her neck, bulging so big it looked like she had three heads. Her pecs surged into thick angular masses, like each one bigger than cinder blocks. Her legs throbbed and bulged with gnarled muscles growing and thickening, leaving no space between her legs.
Tracy grinned maniacally, drinking in Shannon’s disgust and arousal. Then she flexed her arms. Football-sized bulges grew upward, and horsehoe-masses grew downward. Her arms inflated to well over thirty inches of vascular, hard beef. As Tracy held the flex, a softball-sized bulge bloated on top of her already huge, watermelon-sized bicep. It was freakish, and Shannon shook her head, appalled.
Then Tracy released her flex and crunched her abs, which exploded into a stack of pool-cue-sized bulges, racked on each side by striated serratus and obliques. She held the flex, grunting slowly, as those pool-cue bulges grew to orange-size, then softball-sized masses. Tracy’s waist expanded by inches due to the expanding girth of her abdominal wall.
She was now more muscular than any human Shannon had ever seen, male or female, real or imagined. Her traps were so big that her head was encased in muscle. Her lats were so wide and thick that she looked wider than she was tall. She had obliques that looked like thick, blocky love handles and gave her mid section a barrel shape. Her thighs were thicker than men’s waists and her calves jutted out like bulging heart-shaped softballs. She was a monster.
Tracy licked her lips, drinking in the stunned silence of her new slave. Her new worshiper. She was more than human, now. She was a goddess. And she would take her place as ruler of the world. But first…
“I want MORE!”
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This chapter was great!
