The Devil’s Perfect Bimbo - pt1

NOTE: I’m travelling at the minute, so this is a slightly different format, but hopefully the same kind if smut you’ve come to love and enjoy! This is one of a few side stories I will be sprinkling between regular releases.

(Futa/F, Futanari transformation, cock growth, muscle growth, huge cock, bimbo transformation, breast growth, female muscle growth, tongue growth, femdom)

“Ok, so the big guy has sent us a request to come up with the perfect bimbo and unleash the sin of fornication back upon the world of man…”

“Ummm…”

“What is it, Graelzenax?”

“He does… know… about PornHub, right? And RedTube, and uh, Onlyfans…”

“The concerns of mortals are of no matter to him; we are not here to study humanity, but to destroy them with their own lusts!”

“H-how do we do that if we don’t know-“

There was a - literal - smouldering silence before the first speaker continued, with false cheer:

“We have a secret weapon!”

There was a tap of claw on smooth plastic and the telltale squeak of fibre tips being tested one after another.

“We are going to - you each get one, pass them along, no Vrunk, don’t eat it - we’re going to BRAINSTORM!”

And in the depth of Hell, a whiteboard gleamed pale and pure and shiny with unholy promise.

/////

Janey Tompkins sat at her desk in the library and idly tugged her blouse cuff down to hide her wrist tattoo. She smiled a little, and a little bit wryly as she remembered the gig where she’d got it and reminded herself of the woman she’d used to be: a hot goth party animal.

And even now, beneath her blouse and her cardigan and the slightly daring (but not too daring) tight skirt she was wearing, there was still a lot of that woman left… if restrained a little now and only let out at the weekends and with friends. Crotchless lace panties under dowdy wool cardigans… that kind of thing.

She even still wore the old pentacle necklace she’d bought after that wild trippy weekend where she dimly remembered joining a church of Satan or something like that. That had been a lovely, slightly embarrassing, memory of what had felt like a magical few years.

Her memories were hazy, but right here and now she could swear she was hearing static, or the crackle of some ancient telephone line.

“Uh… hello…?”

Janey frowned and looked up, then around. The voice sounded faint, but nearby… like someone was whispering in her ear. There was nobody there.

“Ah, nuts… is this thing on? Graelzenax, turn the unholy idol a bit to the-“

The voice cut off and Janey put her pen down and picked up one of her heavier, more usefully swing-able books, brandishing it menacingly as she looked around. She moved her glass of water out of the way, just to avoid any unnecessary spillage of things got rough.

“… I think I can- yeah, keep on going… great, it’s coming through loud and clear now. Janey? Janey Tompkins? It’s Demon Lord Astur here, and you’ve been selected to be part of our new trial programme.”

“What?”

“The trial programme? We’ve checked our records and it appears you’ve pledged your soul to the Lord Satan - we thought you might be interested in becoming the earthly incarnation of lust and the temptation of all men?”

“Oh,” said Janey, putting down the book and still looking around. Conversationally she added, “Just men? That’s a bit old-fashioned.”

“Ah…” there was the sound of some muttering, “ummm, well, we’ve had a think about that and we don’t see why not? I mean, it would be your show up there; we’re just here for support and assistance.”

“Obviously,” Janey murmured drily.

“Of course!”

Janey sat down and looked around, before eventually shrugging and saying, “Well, would I be able to keep my job if I joined this programme?”

“… job?”

“At the library, I mean.”

There was nonplussed moment of silence. Then, grudgingly, with a great degree of uncertainty, that was followed up by a querulous:

“Yes… ?”

“Ok then! Great! Well, when do you want to start?”

“Is now a bad time?”

“No! Of course- no! You’ll be, uh, fine! Let’s- let‘s start!”

“Cool, so yeah…” Janey whispered into the quiet, looking around, still a bit dubious, “how does this all work?”

“Uh, ha! Yes! Of course! Working, yes… yesss, umm, well we were hoping you could give us a steer on that?”

“What!?”

“Nothing big, just ah, workshop it with us? That kind of thing.”

“Oh. Oh, sure.”

There was an uncannily familiar squeak of fibre tip on shiny wipe-clean board over the mental connection and the first item was read:

“Whorishness!”

Janey blinked and cocked her head.

“That’s a bit… vague?”

“Well, ah, you know - it’s been a while since any of us have been upstairs to-“

“Do you mean seductive? Or lascivious maybe? Promiscuous?”

There was a kerfuffle over the other end and Janey could just make out the distracted voice of another demon say, “… no, it’ll be after ‘prologue’ but before ‘Ptolemy’…”

“Ah, out of those - all good ideas by the way - we’re somewhere between seductive and sexualised… should we run with that? You can kind of steer us by thinking of the right kind of, y’know, image or something.”

Janey shrugged into the silence and simply said, “Yeah, sure I guess.”

“Concentrate now, and it’s very important you only really-“

Janey concentrated, but her mind was torn between a vision of sexualisation; one of the tattooed, pumped-lipped, fake-fitted bimbos from a blow bang orgy flick… and the only thing that came to mind when she though of seductive: a towering muscle man from a cologne ad she’d been sat, inadvertently staring at while she was on the bus most mornings.

“… think of ONE thing!”

“Oh…”

“Ah, J-word C-word! Can we stop the thing from happen-“

“Oh!”

And Janey sat up straighter as she felt a bright, unholy bloom of energy rising from within her body, biting her lip as she shivered in her seat.

As she watched, her nails began to grow out, tips squaring off and glittering polish shining down their lengths. Her skin was prickling as it tightened and firmed up, the slow toll of the last five or six years of aging sliding away. Her hair was growing out, hair pins and the little ornamental chopsticks she used to hold her sensible bun hairstyle in place flying away as clean, curly dark hair grew silkier, straighter and lusher. And it felt like she was sitting on top of a rocket… not yet ready to take off and just needing a few last coordinates to set a course.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” came the disembodied voice of Demon Lord Astur, “everything is going nuts- Graelzenax! Get more power, we’re going to ride this out!”

“Ok, so Janey-“

“Mmmmnhh,” Janey breathed, feeling as if she was stuck in some weird hiccup made of pure orgasm… not able to find release, “yeah?”

“Good! Good! We’re going to hurry up now - don’t think too hard and just try and say what comes to mind-“

“Oh, FUCK!” Janey groaned, dimly hearing a chair squeaking over at the far end of the reading rooms over the roaring rush of blood in her ears.

“Right! More or less the right idea! Graelzenax, pass the question list! I know you’re busy, but you’ve got eight arms! Ok, ok, ice creams all round after this! Great!”

There was the sound of papers being shuffled, and then, “Right!”

“Big ass or big DSLs- look up what’s a DSL- oh, really? Weird! But, ah yeah, big butt or big lips?”

“Both!” Janey grated out from between clenched teeth, feeling her body break out in a hot, sexual sweat. All she could think of were cock-sucking starlets and the hard, muscular asses of the hunks skullfucking them with hard, pounding thrusts.

The heat quickly built inside her.

“Ok! Concentrate! Remember, think of one- oh shit, shit, next question: fake or thicc- huh, look up thicc again-“

“Yes!” Janey hissed out, her thighs shuddering, clapped together to keep the furnace of her hot, steamy pussy from blasting musk and desire into the musty old room. Visions of hyper-titted booby strippers and fitness bikini competitors strutting and turning, tanned or oiled or both ram through her mind - thick muscle mountains of male virility grinding through incredible poses in lewdly bulging bikini briefs, all steroids and teeth whitening and growth hormones. Fake, thick belles and beefcakes dancing through her mind’s eye.

“More power Graelzenax! All the way up to the top! Janey! Hang on! Last question - C-word, I don’t even know what these even are… ok, ok, here we go: alpha bitch or massive sl-“

“Massive alpha bitch!”

Janey’s words were almost screamed into the face of a tall willowy, cute redhead college girl with glasses who was creeping towards her, a concerned look on her face and her hands up somewhere between a calming gesture and a warding one. Janey could barely see the girl because her mind’s eye was full of heaving, grunting female bodybuilders working out, cartoon hunks flopping out terrifying lengths of trouser meat onto surprised female faces, hulking movie theatre brutes crushing spaceships or tearing through walls and archly posed onlyfans girls looking artificial and stuffed with saline and looming giantess-large in artificially foreshortened selfies. Size, power, dominance, cruelty, playfulness, confidence, lust and sheer, superhuman overwhelm battered her brain and finally, juddering and creaking under the strain of Janey’s febrile imagination… something clicked into place.

“Everybody down! She’s going to-“ she could dimly hear Astur screaming over their mystical connection.

/////

Chuck wasn’t a demon, or a devil, or even - fundamentally - a very nasty guy. He was just a freshman in college, on the varsity football team on a scholarship as a lineman and veritably fizzing with hormones, protein shakes and what (in years to come as part of larger investigations) would become known as a steroid, being administered by the team coach. His saving grace in some ways was his simplicity: he partied, he played football and he fucked.

Complexity wasn’t something he was good at.

He didn’t realise that the weird funny feeling he got around Ginger Murphy - the tall, bookish redhead in the only class he bothered to take - was attraction, admiration, infatuation.

Usually there were girls who threw themselves at him and he fucked them, or they were both drunk and they fucked, or one of the other guys was fucking them and he joined in. Simple stuff. He didn’t know why seeing Ginger absently tuck her hair behind her ear as she read a book made his belly flutter. Why the way she chewed her lips as she sat by the golden glow of the library window made something in him lighter.

And so, like many men before and since, he ended up being a bit of a dick to her.

He would make jokes - the best jokes, the ones that made the guys in the locker room howl - and she would roll her eyes and open her book. He would show off his huge, powerful physique, putting himself near her, making her acknowledge his massive presence… and she would step around him.

And he would follow her to the library and pretend to work, seeing which books she read - waiting for them to be returned to the shelf and picking them up himself, turning through their pages and despairing as ideas too big for his brain bounced off… and he despaired of ever learning what she loved in these books.

Which meant, that as a strange shout echoed across the mostly empty library, Chuck was feeling vulnerable, in a bad mood and, rapidly, very angry indeed.

/////

Janey arched her back as a torrent of infernal and psychic energies battered her entire being… and was sucked into her, a final spark to detonate the bomb of wicked promise brewing inside her.

*sqwwllch*

It was a tiny noise, an insignificant audio signal above the rasping of her breath, but it felt like the world had titled. Her panties felt suddenly, uncomfortably full. Of her. Of her…? What was that fleshly, throbbing length above her-

She made eye contact with the tall girl, Janey forced to lick her lips to stop from drooling at the sheer weight of sensations in her body. She could feel that the girl was surprised, intrigued, even a bit aroused - and that sense was as definitive to her mind as the smell of the library was to her nose.

Aroused. Tempted. What her whole being was being bent towards…

And her whole being responded.

BANG!CRACK!CRASH!BANG!

The plywood bottom panel of Janey’s desk, the softwood plank bottom of the drawer nestled inside the desk, the inch thick hardwood desktop, and the casing, motherboard and monitor of the laptop Janey was working on were smashed apart in the blink of an eye with a sound that had more to do with a machine gun than the destruction wrought by a huge piston.

And ‘piston’ was probably a more appropriate word for the huge, throbbing tower of meat and sex and virility that had smashed a hole through Janey’s desk than a cock.

Smashed splinters and the ruins of a laptop blasted past the tall college girl, who let out a terrified shriek as over two feet of brutally thick, veiny, gnarly dick suddenly filled the space between the two women. Her eyes were wide as she stared at Janey, and Janey might have looked the same if she hadn’t been dealing with the rest of that momentous change.

With a roar Janey lurched to her feet, hands curled into claws as long, dark, elaborately manicured nails made clenching her hands into fists impossible, her long dark tresses shining as she opened a mouth that seemed to balloon outward with each indrawn breath, lips pumping fuller and fuller. The motion continued long past the point where she would have normally reached full standing height, and she could feel the fizz of her bones lengthening even as a bubbling feeling of… heaviness welled up in her.

Inhuman strength hidden in her lengthening, transforming body tore her cock through the remains of the desk, eighty-year-old seasoned timber surrendering to her terrifyingly huge cock like paper… and while the feeling of power she was bathing in seemed to want to overflow her own straining, shining clear skin it had nowhere to go.

POP! The cuff of her blouse went suddenly, along with the whizzing noise of an errant button, a sound quickly repeated on the other arm.

“Oh YES!” Janey breathed, sparing the redhead a glance from underneath eyelids grown heavy with lust and pleasure… the girl hadn’t moved, her mouth open, her cheeks flushed. Good.

Those long nails might have made clenched fists a thing of the past but they were more than a match for her clothing as she reached up and gripped her top, before ripping her hands apart. Bra wire and elastic pinged and snapped as she bared her whole torso in one convulsive heave, but even as she did that there was suddenly so much more torso to bare.

A shapely, if undramatic chest pushed forward entire feet as she breathed in, rib cage widening and deepening to keep up with the demands of a pair of thick, veiny pecs that effectively launched her tits up and outwards even as the tits in question doubled, then doubled and doubled again in size, lifting and separating as they took on that surreal size and shape common to absurdly huge implant boobs. Huge, bulging abs raced upwards from Janey’s crotch in a veiny, rocky succession of thumping growth practically seeming to catch an support the immensity of Janey’s mighty chest, the thick ring of muscular Adonis belt flaring out above Janey’s hips to keep the whole horny edifice from tumbling over.

SHHHHRRRIIPPP!

Janey flight the urge to laugh as she felt her quickly surfing, swelling arms obliterate the remains of her top, hundreds of pounds of muscle in the pair of giant limbs own their own - these weren’t bodybuilder arms… these were unholy in their power, quite literally. From front of bulging bicep, to back of veiny, stacked tricep there was easily 28 inches of depth, obliterating the magic number of male strength before the question of arm circumference was brought into play - and that was unflexed.

Bringing an enormous arm up to inspect it, the huge bicep leapt into life, and Janey leaned in to inspect the changes eyes narrowing as she saw movement among the tattoos that had been her secret little pride and joy. Depictions of cavorting, armed women inspired by old glam rock albums, heavy metal band art and lovingly remembered erotica masquerading as tomes on witchcraft had grown wilder, raunchier, sexier - overt and explicit. Even as she watched wide-eyed, she saw the figures depicted on her skin moving, shedding clothes, cupping bare tits, parting thighs and lewdly drawn puffy pussy lips. A figure out of a ‘Wiccan’ art book once posed next to a noble unicorn had opened the diaphanous silk of her robes so that the beautifully drawn trails of her spit wouldn’t stain them as she now sucked the mighty beast off.

Every inch of Janey was about sex, and she could feel the changes still continuing. As she straightened, she realised that her new, powerful traps were so high and thick that she would forever be leaning forward, her bull neck baring the increasingly light burden of her own head as she kept growing out and up and deep. An accidental twitch of balance reminded her of the now-massive columns of her legs, thighs battering her old chair away and the tatters of her skirt with nothing more effortful than a casual adjustment of her posture. She grinned as quad muscles slowed their immense growth and watched as the insane length of her huge cock was effectively swallowed by how far her thighs projected - she guessed that there might still be two feet of telephone-pole thick dick pointing at the redhead past legs grown newly massive, but a twist of the hips, a tug of a sucking, slobbering head and any partner of hers might suddenly be treated to another unexpected near-foot-long stretch of titanic shaft.

“Ooooh, that feels good…” Janey purred, licking her lips… and feeling more and more and more tongue join in the party, so to speak. She was nearly so big that range of motion was and issue - even if a sensual and pleasurable one to her - but she was still able to reach up and, with customary difficulty, grab the tip of her tongue and stretch it out in front of her… over a foot.

“-do we have eyes on her? Surely she’s in piec- oh, huh. Hello, uh, Janey! Demon Lord Astur here again! How are you feeling?”

Janey huffed and let go of her tongue, ignoring the voice for a second. She reached up and raised a finger peremptorily at the redhead, the long nail on the end looking as threatening as a talon.

“Oh hey, yeah, looks like the dramatic transformation thing is kind of… well, for now it’s done. Anyway, you can see all this right?” Janey asked, her other hand sweeping up and down, idly indicating seven and a half feet and eight hundred pounds of hulking futa bimbo. Idly she noticed that her voice was richer, more resonant now with her enlarged bulk giving it a velvety, dark note.

The girl shivered at the sound of Janey’s voice and looked Janey up and down, licking her lips, but didn’t leave. Janey thought she could see the girl’s eyes linger for longer and longer on the twitching, throbbing immensity of Janey’s giant cock. Good.

“Um, Janey… can you hear us? It’s uh, Demon Lor-“

“Ok, cool. Well, just wait there for a second please hun. I’ve got to talk to my demonic overlo- eh, probably better to think of them as management. It’s not going to look like I’m talking to anyone, but I am. I’m not nuts.”

The girl’s eyes immediately darted down to where Janey could feel, but not necessarily make out, a large mass pressing into her enormous thighs.

“Hah, yeah. Shit but I need a mirror… anyway, yeah, I didn’t have those ten minutes ago… and who would have thought they’d be so fucking heav-“ Janey’s eyes went wide and she quickly spun, bending over and reaching down to spread her absolutely immense glutes.

“Is my pussy still there?! Please, oh please, oh pl-“

“Um, yeah… it looks kinda… um, hench though…”

“I’ll take it. So, just hold up a sec,” Janey stood up and gave the girl a little thank-you air kiss and a wink, and then cleared her throat, “Uh, Demon Lord Astur? It’s Janey here! Looks like everything went perfectly…”

“Perfectly?” came the indistinct voice back over the infernal connection, “Huh. That’s- that’s great! So you’re the pinnacle of sinful human sexiness then? A temptation to all mortals? The perfect bimbo?”

Janey pursed her lips at ‘the perfect Bimbo’ and chose her words carefully, mindful of the human company nearby.

“Well, I think it’s fair to say that anyone, male or female, can find something about my new form that they’d find attractive or enticing…”

The redhead heard this, cocked her head, then shrugged and nodded.

“Wow, well that’s great work then. And, you’re certain you’ll be noticed by enough weak-willed mortals?”

“Uh, yeah,” Janey extemporised, “it will be difficult for mortals to overlook my presence in almost any context…” that got a raised eyebrow and another nod from the girl looking up at her.

“And, uh, you’re sure your overpowering sexuality with have a strong effect on those that see you?”

“Yeah, I think you could say I was very, uh, strongly sexual, one way or another… very strongly,” that got an emphatic nod from the redhead.

Janey shot the girl another grin and made a winding gesture with one long, strong finger, letting the redhead know Janey was trying to wrap things up.

“Ok, great work Janey - we look forward to spreading the sin of fornication and corrupting the mortal world… you’ll figure out how the rest of the package works as you go along, I expect.”

“Thanks Demon Lord Astur,” Janey said and then paused for a second as something tickled her brain about what he’d just said, but before she could open her mouth there was a click in the ether and the line went dead.

“Bastard hung up on me…” she muttered and then felt her attention return in full to where she was.

She looked over at the redhead and grinned, licking her lips; Janey’s long-nailed hands stroked lewdly down her body in open invitation, sliding together to meet at and support the weight of her terrifying clock, huge biceps pushing her enormous tits up and out on a mountain of veiny, twitching pectoral muscle.

“Considering it’s been a minute or two since this all started, I’ll take it that you like what you see… and that the steaming hot pussy I can smell from here is yours,” Janey purred, her smoky, seductive tones making the girl shiver and shuffle closer.

“I’ve been given this amazing body to ‘fornicate’ with, darling,” Janey cooed, “so just tell me your name, get down on your knees and let’s get to it, shall we?”

The girl - with a care that warned the part of Janey’s heart that was still very much a librarian - put her bag and books down carefully, took off her glasses and tucked them in her bag… then crossed the short distance to Janey, thumped gracelessly down into a kneeling position and leaned in until her mouth was an inch away from Janey’s throbbing cock tip. The redhead took one of Janey’s huge hands and pressed it into the side of her head - an instruction in how she wanted to be used - and looked up at the huge futa.

“My name’s Ginger, mistress,” were her last words before she leaned in to open her mouth and desperately attempt to cram an impossibly huge cockhead into her face.

/////

Chuck had been circling as he caught sight of the - well, the sexiest, most bodacious, pant-tentingly gorgeous - mutant dickgirl monster as she had enthralled Ginger. He hadn’t caught the words above the rushing if blood in his own ears, but he was smart enough to know that the gestures and words could be a spell - he’d smashed enough D&D nerds into high school lockers to know that.

He’d held off, thinking super hard about what he could do, but he hadn’t been able to think of anything yet - he just knew that this was Wrong and he was pissed.

Some - super-hot, jacked, bimbo-beautiful, towering smoke-show - freaky bitch was trying to put a spell on the girl he was feeling weird feelings about… and he didn’t like that one bit.

It was just hard to turn of his dick and let his muscles do the talking… even with a horse-shaming uber-dick, the monster was soooo ho-

Chuck slapped his cheeks with all the force he muster his huge hands clapping into his face with a sound like a gunshot, startling the two women, just moments after Ginger had knelt down in front of the huge creature.

The pain pushed him over the edge and years of training kicked in, launching him forwards at speed.

He shouted at the huge dickgirl, “HEY! Get your- the hands! Offa my, uh, the… offa GINGER!”

A tumult of rage, fear and arousal mangled the war cry into an incoherent almost-sentence as he crashed towards the pair. In slow motion, he saw Ginger turn towards him, her cheek brushing that huge monster cockhead, a shining stripe of glistening pre-cum glazing her skin. Her eyes were wide, but as she saw him, understood what he was doing, her eyelids dropped and he witnessed an annoyed eye-roll that seemed to last a subjective eternity.

He could feel his stomach sink; he wanted to just close his eyes and keep running - away from this feeling of completely impotent embarrassment. She just thought he was a chore. An oaf. A nothing.

WHAM!

It felt like he’d hit a brick wall covered in living flesh, his nose mashed into his face, teeth clicking together hard enough to chip one and every bone and joint in his body popping, clicking and straining as he went from full speed to a dead stop. He realised he was falling when his wide eyes found the equally wide-eyed gaze of the bimbo muscle monster.

Hopefully she would put an end to him now she he could die of his injuries before his sheer mortification finished him off.

/////

Janey looked at Ginger. Ginger looked up at Janey. Then Ginger looked down at the guy and pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing. Accidentally as she dipped her head, she gently head-butted Janey’s lower head, flinching and coming away with a gooey streak of warm precum down her face.

The guy was big, strong and had charged over like an enraged bull. And he had bounced off Janey’s ribs and belly like a two hundred and fifty pounds of bones and meat in a skin bag, completely out of it and lucky to get away with only a bloody nose and what already looked like it would be severe bruising. Janey for her part stroked the place he had hit her in wonder, pursing her lips as she didn’t so much as feel even a hint of tenderness.

Her attention returned to Ginger and she asked delicately, “Uh, is he an ex-boyfriend or…?”

Ginger looked up at Janey in surprise and shook her head, “No! No… he’s just one of the jocks from the football team. He’s been hanging around me for a little while now, but he never actually you know…”

“Fucked you?”

“No! TALKED to me… he was just sort of everywhere I was. It’s super annoying; I think he’s been reading the stuff I’ve been reading too.”

“A little bit weird… in a nice way I suppose; just seems like he might have been a bit shy.”

“Shy?! He just charged you… for no reason!”

“Well yeah, but…” Janey smirked and lifted her cock, moving her hips forward just enough to gently tap the tip of her member on Ginger’s lips, “… I’m sure this might have been a big reason.”

“It is, uh, big…”

“What’s his name?”

“I think he’s called Champ, or Chunk or something - I didn’t pay attention.”

“You weren’t interested?”

“I-“ Ginger stopped and considered, “I didn’t mind it… he was kind of cute when he wasn’t trying to impress people I guess. But I mean… he’s on the football team, I was more likely to just be another notch on the bedpost - at best.”

“And what about me?” Janey asked with a wicked smile.

“Oh you? I’d beg for it; I practically already was… and I thought you were sexy even when you just sat at your desk and ordered in the books I needed.”

Janey blushed and put her fingers to her lips in surprise.

“So you’re bi?”

“No idea… but I think you’re super hot and that is the most awesome dick I’ve ever seen!”

“You’re not frightened?”

“Oh yeah…” Ginger murmured, then added, “but you’re so… so-“

/////

Ginger felt like her soul was three sizes too big for her body as she looked up at the formerly pretty librarian. Pretty was long gone.

Wide, ice blue eyes gazed down upon her from between lashes grown ludicrously long and lush - all feminine perfection with not a clump of mascara in sight. Kohl-dark makeup which had manifested from who-knows-where made the impression of those eyes even more arresting, alluring, like they could suck her soul right into them. Maybe they could. An arch of beautifully contoured brow from the bigger woman suggested wickedly that they might, if they had the chance.

That thought made Ginger’s soaked panties even wetter, a trail of moisture now running down her inner thigh. Christ, but she was ready to give herself to this woman…

… and ‘woman’ was probably not quite the right word for the apparition in front of her.

Those incredible blue eyes were the focal point of a face which was just pure sex: a beautiful nose with a little point at the tip, valley-girl nose-jobs be damned it was perfect… a mouth so large and lush and pumped up with some infernal lip filler that it could barely close, a permanent invitation for something to be pushed into it, sucked by it or to simply have another pair of lips pressed against it in a torrid kiss. The only clue about what lay below were a little bit of fullness in the muscles around the mouth, a subtle strength there, and the slightly more chiselled jaw than was normal, thick muscles connecting wickedly defined cheekbone to the back corner of the jawbone in a flexing little knot of concealed feminine power.

And that was the last time on the hulking figure’s body that feminine power could be concealed.

The neck supporting that arrestingly beautiful, sexualised visage was thick with veins and muscle, a flexing, bulging festival of inhuman strength that seemed to struggle to find space to connect to the comparatively small head atop it. Between thick cords of powerful brawn and the what must have been fifty pounds of beefy trapezius muscle which rose to cup the giant’s head like a cowl, Ginger suspected that this muscular crowning glory atop the huge body probably weighed more than half of her whole body.

And that was before thick, sweeping clavicles bulged outwards into microwave-sized slabs of pectoral beef, veiny and feathered with striations, garlanded with crazy, pulsing veins that throbbed visibly with the beat of this enormous woman’s heart. Shoulders bigger than basketballs, nearly the size of beach-balls bracketed the vast mass of neck and trapezius muscle, their weight almost seeming to drag the giant’s chest downwards, giving her silhouette a sloping top, which only stepped outwards, and outwards again as deltoid muscles gave way to vast biceps and triceps muscles, the sheer breadth of the enormous dickgirl’s body forcing those might arms up and out at an angle, lifting and falling with every deep, chest-swelling breath, ham-sized forearms moving with them, long muscles rippling with every movement.

And with a gentle bounce, the huge twin masses of veiny, fake-looking spherical tit moved with each breath, seemingly clinging to the lower slopes of each pectoral muscle and made to look smaller only by comparison to the vast, powerfully muscle supporting them, providing a rippling, vascular background to them. Each boob was capped by a nipple long enough and thick enough to make Ginger’s pussy gush again, her mind quickly steaming up with thoughts of feeling even one of those nubs entering her, making her pussy stretch so wonderfully to take it.

The shadow of these vast tits, each large enough to incapacitate a normally sized woman, wasn’t enough to hide the hugely thick middle of the enormous giant - pairs of enormous abdominal muscles marched down a torso that wasn’t waspish or pinched in, but a powerful gut of rippling, interlocking brawn, hemmed in with a thigh-thick girdle of oblique muscles just above the rocky prominence of strong hips, straining, flexing intercostals flanking the point where abs met ribs and huge flaring lats seemed to reach around like pincers from that broad, flaring back to hold that brutal-looking midsection in place.

Powerfully muscled hips provided a welcoming little dip, narrowing just far enough to provide a place for a partner’s well-spread thighs to rest, to grip, to ride, but the hard work would be done by thighs so long, thick and massive that each had to weigh nearly what Ginger did, each leg flexing and twitching as they balanced the huge woman in place. Those thighs were capped by a hard, tightly muscular ass that was still, even with the sheer breath of bulging quads and thickly muscled middle, big enough to see from the front - it was like seeing the engine of an oil tanker, or an aircraft carrier: the promise of raw, almost unthinkable power.

And that, combined with thick calves that were muscular enough to even rival the sheer blocky mass of inhumanly huge biceps and triceps, meant that the true purpose of this sexual monster was laid bare: the endless capacity to fuck.

The apparition’s ass was down to fuck, was built to bang, was shaped like an invitation and a threat to any cock that got within a mile of it and Ginger had seen the huge, puffy looking pussy that was going to suck those dicks in harder than any vacuum could, draining sperm and willpower with equal facility… but the main event for Ginger was definitely at the front.

“You’re not frightened?” she dimly heard her goddess ask, in a voice like black velvet.

“Oh yeah…” Ginger murmured, with reflexive honesty and then added, as if compelled, “but you’re so… so-“

Ginger leaned in and seized the end of the huge, grossly veiny, inhumanly thick torture device this creature called a cock, looking up at a comparatively small dickhead nearly the size of her own head, looking lovingly into its precum-drooling single eye…

“… so… perfect…” Ginger breathed before opening her mouth and jamming her tongue into the cock slit in a blissful, musky French kiss that made her eyelids flutter as she drank and kissed and licked the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in the world.

/////

Chuck, despite his best efforts, was not dead. It was so annoying, and painful, and embarrassing. He groaned and rolled over, coughing weakly as he felt his bruised shoulder and ribs protest.

MMMPPPHHLLL! GGGRRRRLLLLLKKKK!

He frowned and fought to open his eyes, trying to spin around towards the strange noise.

“Oh yeah… fuck! Yes… yes… YES!”

There was a sound like someone pulling out a stuck boot from sucking mud, over and over and over again - squelchy and liquid and so wrong.

He painfully brought a hand up to rub his eyelids, un-gumming them and blinking at the gentle light of the already somewhat dark library. Sitting up slowly, he looked around as the world came into focus.

He blinked again. That couldn’t be right - he hadn’t seen…

With a shudder he locked eyes on the impossible, his mouth slowly falling open.

Ginger was… dying?

There could be no other explanation.

The willowy redhead was huffing and drooling a veritable spray of saliva and precum and running mascara around what Chuck could only think of as some kind of alien invader. Ginger wasn’t deepthroating a cock… she was having her head and neck rearranged by a throbbing, veiny piece of tubesteak that must have weighed as much as she did. It did look like she was desperately trying to swallow an entire person.

Her mouth and cheeks were stretched inhumanly far around the massive shaft, but that was a small outrage compared to what it was doing to her neck, the flesh of her once slender and feminine throat flushed a deep red and her tendons and arteries standing out in stark relief as she passed more and more cock down her neck… of which he could easily make out every throbbing lump and bump.

He watched, a shiver running down his spine as he saw the large hand on her head, watched it slide closer by a few inches to the base of the titanic bitch-breaker as Ginger huffed and slobbered and moaned. And then, he saw Ginger lurch forward, eyes screwed down to slits, her gaze steady on her target - and the giant, long-nailed hand came away.

Ginger wasn’t being coerced… she was leading the proceedings, aided by the scaldingly sexy moans of the giantess currently coring out her throat with a simply vast lump of dick meat.

“Oh, nnnhhhh, hello there Champ,” the towering dickgirl moaned as Ginger slowly retreated and got ready for the next lunge forward, “looks like you’re awake now.”

Chuck could hear the amusement in her voice and it was the same kind of relaxed, confident humour that Trey, their wide receiver had in his voice when one of the girls at the team parties had worked her way through the rest of them, Chuck included, but was losing her mind as the skinny, quick Trey showed her that at least one part of him was far better developed than any of the bigger guys on the team.

And just as Chuck had watched many bow-legged cheerleaders, athletes and party girls stagger unsteady and hungry-eyed away from Trey’s bedroom, he knew Ginger would never be the same again. The sexy, muscular giantess with the most potent cock in creation knew that too.

Chuck felt himself shaking, afraid and upset and just kinda bummed out - like, the worst it had ever been. He put his hand over his eyes and groaned, not knowing where to look or direct his attention to avoid the sights and smells and - most disturbingly - the sounds of this harsh oral worship.

He could hear movement, the sounds of throat-stuffed protest and huffing grunts of effort followed by a squeal and the thump of knees back onto library carpet.

When he took his hand away from his eyes, Ginger was effectively gone, hidden behind the towering mass of glorious, muscular female perfection that was this sex monster. Her long dark hair fanned across a broad back which must have been nearly as wide as he was tall, but while he appreciated that, he couldn’t look away from The Ass.

The Ass was everything. An invitation, a portal to pleasure, a massively thick, striated muscular mangle which could snap a dick in two, a hot, sweating home for his desperately sucking and licking face. Even as the giantess moved, her huge balls swinging and bumping into her thighs with a soft plapplapplap, he could make out the winking opening of the biggest, lushest, most aggressively sexual pussy he’d ever seen. It was just as ridiculous as the rest of this enormous beast, but he couldn’t deny that - as he leaned in and slid his face between the terrifying walls of her massively thighs, kissing and licking up the trails of her fluids that ran down her hamstrings - it was all he could fit in his mind right now.

Injuries, pain, discomfort - all were forgotten as he drank from her, as he felt her lower just a fraction until her labia spread across his face and he went to work, licking and sucking, finding a thick, throbbing bodybuilder clit tucked at the base of her huge musky balls.

As he tongued the nub, sucking it into his mouth, he felt her hand grip the back of his head and pull him further in, the vast power of The Ass squeezing his skull as he was quickly trapped in place, his cock straining at his jeans with all the desperation of a prisoner seeking escape.

And as he drank deeper, guzzling her juices, he could dimly feel a deep warm glow suffusing his body.

/////

Janey felt her hips start to move, her mighty arm mashing Champ’s - or whatever his name was - head into her pussy, grinding her ass up and down his frantically kissing face. It just felt good - good sexually, sure… she was practically gushing back there - to be able to dominate this big strong guy who she wouldn’t have been able to even move just an hour ago. And Ginger… well Ginger was just as spicy as her namesake, her burning mouth and throat doing a number of Janey’s cock. The warm electric fizz of orgasm was rising quickly, and she was already practically squirting, her huge new body shoving out fluids at a frightening rate; the kind of sloppy, sticky sex that Janey had always enjoyed and wanted more than any other.

She groaned as she felt the boy’s tongue go deeper into her pussy, his oral appendage suddenly travelling deeper and deeper, making her mighty thighs tremble and her thick ass cheeks clamp down on his face - drawing a groan in response as his skull withstood the onslaught. The feeling was good enough to make her balls lurch and spurt a dose of precum down Ginger’s sucking, stretched and abused throat, and Ginger shuddered and came at the deluge, sexily writhing on the ground…

… and ignoring the loud snap of the waistband of her dress, or the drum-taut tug of her overstretched top as she suddenly inhaled another six brutally thick inches of Janey’s cock.

For a moment, Janey wondered if every girl she fucked would blow up to be the same size and shape… and be-dickedness (?) as she had. The thought wasn’t as lovely as a fair-minded person might hope, but she grit her teeth and realised that this might be part of the job: she might as well enjoy it. Her eyes drank in the changes happening to the willowy young woman, enjoying the things those sights did to her straining, churning new balls.

Ginger was getting thicker, but she wasn’t growing like Janey had. Janey let her long tongue lick her lips as she watched Ginger swell, hard little toned muscles leaping to life in her forearms, and shoulders and back, splits forming at cuffs and seams and across the top of the back panel of the girl’s blouse… but more than could be accounted for by just the flare of new muscles. A popping sound, and then another, rang through the air as something ricocheted past Janey’s ear, the small, shiny white item bouncing off the floor with all the speed of a bullet. She watched Ginger’s toned arms flex and her shoulders bow inwards, weighed down by something… and then the sides of Ginger’s blouse flew apart, accompanied by the sound of rending underwire and bra straps as a newly hefty pair of tits bounced free.

Janey felt her nuts lurch and Ginger gallumphed around another bellyful of precum, this load thicker and heavier than the last as Janey’s overactive balls began frothing over with powerful, virile swimmers. And nearly as soon as the load finished its very visible progress into Ginger’s belly, Janey saw those tits leap up three or four sizes, growing rounder and fuller and faker looking. The magic trick was neatly matched by Ginger’s ass, the glute muscles leaping up into full, pronounced projection even as they drew up together and tightened into a butt any bodacious booty lover would salivate over… and it didn’t look like the growth was stopping.

With a grunt, Janey timed the backstroke of the smaller girl and used a small fraction of her strength to complete the journey, pushing Ginger off her cock - drawing a needy whine from the girl - and picking up the redhead by the throat as she fought for breath; the other hand didn’t leave Champ’s head, keeping him at his task. Something hot and heavy tickled her massive calf muscles as she continued lifting Ginger, the smaller woman tearing at her own clothing and frantically frigging herself off as she writhed in pleasure, lifted and choked by Janey’s superhuman grip.

Ginger’s huge new tits bounced and jiggled in the weird way that only implants could manage and a distant part of Janey wondered if this was going to be the same for all her conquests, but she was far too enamoured with bringing a fat, straining nipple to her mouth, lashing it with her super-long tongue and suckling at it even as she let Ginger kick away the ruins of her panties and spread her legs, steering that towering cock to press into the redhead’s pleasingly red-furred honeypot. Janey eased the pressure and Ginger gratefully gasped in air, but did’t stop pawing at the massive arm that held her, ravishing the huge, veiny muscles and grinding her pussy against the massive cockhead poised to enter her with increasing levels of abandon and desire.

With a little grunt, Janey pushed down and shared a delighted groan of pleasure and excess with the shuddering, moaning Ginger… as the enormous cock head started making slow, brutal progress inside the smaller girl.