Boss Babe

Heather was my boss - and one of my deepest fantasies.

A lot of people go for "take charge" women - one of my friends always talks about wanting a "Dommy Mommy".  While I suppose that's what most people respond to about her (lets face it, wherever she goes she's always instinctively in charge) but that isn't what captivates me. It's less abstract and a lot more visceral.

Heather is built like a fucking monster.

She works out before work, at lunch, and immediately afterwards, and I swear she puts on more muscle each time. I've seen her come in with a perfectly fitting jacket, and after her post lunch workout, the seams on her sleeves were already pulling apart like some herringbone python trying to shed its skin.

Guys talk about her all the time, but they regard her as a paradox.  It's weird - they want her to choke them, crush them, and generally abuse them - but they find her physically repulsive.  She's too muscular, too "Manly" (despite a huge set of freckled breasts that seem like gloriously extravagant accessories to grinding pecs as thick and heavy as sandbags).

I wanted to kiss every freckle on the cinnamon milk skin stretched over her gargantuan muscles and watch them spread farther and farther apart as her bestial mass gets bigger and bigger day by day.

One day she staggered back from her post lunch workout, breathing heavy and seeming to struggle to stand.  Her formal attire wasn't just splitting, it was ripping apart like the old 70's Hulk TV show - only Ferrigno looked puny compared to her.  Veins as thick as bratwurst snaked and coiled around every square foot of her frame - her legs were so thick I wasn't surprised she was struggling to walk. They were spread apart by thick cords of meat. Jesus, she crossed from monstrous to a fucking abomination of muscle and I could not hide the raging hard on in my pants - I tried to find a place to hide, but her eyes suddenly snapped into mine  - bright green, intense, and even a little crazy.  I was terrified as she thundered:

"You - my office, NOW"!

My skin flushed cold, heart pounding: I was sure I was about to lose my job or my life - possibly both.

She slammed the door shut behind me as I scurried in, quivering with terror.  I could smell her sweat, it shone on her skin, making every shredded bit of mass gleam as fabric shripped and popped loudly.

Heather growled as her muscle fucking mutated.  She gave in, and just ripped her clothes off like a crazed beast - she tore her bra in half, massive breasts swinging as she ripped her sleeves off, split her coat down the middle till the scraps fell to the ground.

Her pecs and shoulders groaned and swelled and deep inside that swelling mass I thought I heard her say something.

"Please"?

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 emerald eyes still shone clear and stunningly brilliant 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 bestial 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. That was why she was staggering - just walking was making her cum.

I immediately blasted a load that made my shorts squish and sop about uncomfortably. Christ I couldn't stop - fucking ropes and ropes. The shame and disgust hit me. Heather's eyes gleamed, and though I 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 chthonian nightmare of muscle.

Was she giggling?

She was a little muffled, but clear enough I could get her now

"Don't be ashamed of what feels good.  I used to be ashamed of my muscles, people thought I wanted to be a dude".  She moaned as cum gushed between her monstrously engorged thighs.

"Can you 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. I can't even reach the top''

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 my 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 its mass - there was no feasible way it could have expanded so much, creaking and throbbing like a giant organ, beating like a heart. I couldn't help but think of Tetsuo's transformation in Akira. However, 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.

Fuck I came again at the sight of that bicep, came so hard it ran down my legs, pooling in my socks .

Again, she let out a tiny girlish "mmmf" and said with a teasing lilt: "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. I'm not sure it would even occur to her that anybody would disagree with her - not when a single flex causes shock-waves.

I don't know what got into me - who would have even thought I was physically capable of it?  I leapt on that bicep like some movie monster - she gasped in shock and pleasure

"My god, are you really soaked with that much cum?"  Her voice shifted strangely, becoming deeper, more guttural as I started humping that bicep - her muscles started to rumble.

"Jesus, do my giant fucking muscles turn you on THAT much?".

I could feel the mass pulsing and vibrating under me, the skin sounding like stretched leather - I was in a paradise of feminine mass, just glancing down at her swinging breasts and undulating pectorals made me blow again.

"Fuck - is there actually a guy that doesn't think my muscles are too big?"

Without even thinking as I pounded on a bicep I couldn't even reach my arms around, a giant sequoia of gnarled meat rising from her feminine bones I said something insane: "Never too big, never big enough".

She howled "FUUUUCK as my body flew through the air - she ripped my pants of, all the jizz flowing onto her body as she shoved my purple, throbbing, aching cock into the muscle swallowed crevice of pec, trap, and shoulder, as I felt her hot mouth engulf me deep in an ever engorging mass of vein snarled muscle. My world went black with bliss.