Roxie Rules- Part 4

Roxie has finally broken out and put Monty in his place, now she's ready to take the world by storm. Enjoy!

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Roxie's last upgrade was even more powerful than she had planned for, the wolf's body more akin to a tank than anything else. The wolf felt more like a superstar than any of her other bandmates, a commanding presence that demanded heads turn and watch her wherever she went, now that she was finally out of the entertainment center.

Every part of the wolf's body radiated power and confidence. Her gigantic legs, corded with swollen thighs and sculpted calves, had more horsepower packed into her fibrous brawn than most big rigs. They were matched in grandiose size and might by her arms, sculpted beauties that they were. Sure, the sheer size of her boulder-sized biceps and triceps that roared like train engines made it hard to play her keyboard, but when she thought about the raw power she was getting in exchange? Well, she couldn't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs.

Her strength tore through the steel gates of the center as if she was pushing back a curtain, and that was the end of her confinement. When she burst through, her sprawling landscape of a back surged with power, mountains and valleys of muscle contracting and flexing like a land struck by an earthquake. Her chest, far from the least of her assets, inflated with her heaving breaths, the slabs of pectoral muscle and the plush vastness of her breasts pinning her chin.

It was an exhilarating rush— but it wasn't as simple as that. Monty had to try and stop her, one last time. It was one of his more pathetic attempts. Roxie crushed his car with one stomp of her column of a leg, and caught him between her massive chest, wedging the comparatively tiny gator between a hard place and another hard place.

"I think I like you like this, Monty— maybe I'll keep you around. I need a roadie once I hit out on my world tour."