Placebo pt. 6

Jenni kept upping her her training regime. Her mesomorphic body seemed to be capable of insane feats. She was now lifting for hours every day, needing almost no rest. She was eating more than three average men. Her body absorbed it all and grew.

She was now bigger and thicker than any woman I had ever seen, real or imagined. Her traps were so big that it looked like she had no neck. Her lats were so wide and thick that she looked wider than she was tall. Her smallish tits sat on pecs that were thicker than phone books. The skin was stretched so tight over them that blue ropy veins were clearly visible even on her tits. Her abdominal wall was thick, not shredded but the muscle bellies of her abs were easy to make out. She had obliques that looked like thick, blocky love handles and gave her mid section a barrel shape. Her thighs were thicker than most men’s waists and her calves jutted out like bulging heart-shaped softballs.

“Look at me, babe!” she growled into the mirror as I stared, awestruck by her sheer intimidating mass. She was topless - her massively striated pectoral plates bulging with mass, her B-cup tits just hanging underneath like after-thought appendages. She wore a white lace thong that struggled to contain the mass of her thick, striated  glutes and muscular pussy.

She flexed her pecs, first the left, then the right, causing them to bulge and ripple with power. She had a groove between them three inches deep. She grunted and flexed them both. Thick blue veins engorged across her alien pectorals and squirmed like angry worms burrowing across her comparatively tiny tits.

“You’re a goddess!” I breathed. I was completely erect just from watching Jenni flex her monstrous physique.

“I’m a god-damned MONSTER!” she cried as she flexed down into a most muscular. A cascade of vein-encrusted sinew bulged outward from her pecs, abs, and thighs. Veins inflated like pencils across her thick thighs and her bulging abdominals. It looked like they all fed into the massive bulge of meat that was barely contained by the front of her lacy thong underwear.

Amazingly, even her pussy had become jacked. I could see the thick pussy lips pulsing with muscular growth, bulging outside the confines of the thong. Her clit, itself a mound of muscle, bulged further, stretching the double-XL sized thong normally meant for a morbidly obese woman. But Jenni’s super-cunt was nearly bursting out of it.

Jenni released her flex and turned toward me.

“Look at my CUNT!” she hissed. Veins pulsed across her thighs and abs, feeding those already thick pussy lips. They bulged, along with her massive clit, as stitches popped.

“OH FUCK YESSS!” she hissed as a cascade of muscle converged on her mid section, bloating her musculed cunt. She released and flexed it again, and it pulsed like a thick, freakish bicep. Fist-sized protrusions bulged around her muscled pussy lips as her thong slowly lost the battle to contain it. It finally tore and fell to the ground.

“Oh yeah, baby,” She said, flexing an arm and turning her face toward it. “I’m so fucking jacked up! It’s so fucking horny!!” she said. Then she licked her bicep.

“Oh shit, you’re a muscle freak!” I moaned.

“I’M A MUSCLE FUCKING MONSTER!” Jenni cried, flexing her super-cunt again. She slowly lowered herself onto my member, then clamped down. I  gasped. Jenni stood, holding me aloft with the sheer power of her muscled pussy.

“CHECK IT OUT, BABE!” she cried, contracting her pussy muscles to thrust my huge cock in and out of her muscular mound without even touching me. “I CAN SUCK YOUR DICK WITH MY MUSCLED CUNT!!”

She grabbed her own pecs and moaned. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she imagined her freaky muscles growing even bigger.

“Unngh” I moaned, unable to hold back, “Oh god, you’re such a fucking freak…”

Jenni growled and glared down at me as her pussy sucked at my member. “Oh yeah, babe,” she moaned, her super cunt contracting and massaging my member. “NOBODY can do this! I’M A SUPER FUCKING FREAK!” she said, flexing her cunt again.

I moaned, feeling her diamond-hard pussy muscles tight against my member. She held me there, preventing my release. She looked me right in the eyes, a fire of intensity burning in hers.

“And I’m going to get even bigger, babe!” she said, her eyes boring into me. My cock was begging for release, but her hard cunt muscles refused to budge.

“You like this bigger, jacked-up me, and I like it too,” she cried maniacally. “I’m gonna get so freakishly big, and you’re gonna worship all these super powerful muscle!”

“Please…” I started begging, the pleasure in my ball sack verging on pain at this point. I needed to release!

“You’ll be MINE, so turned on by all this freakish mass that you won’t even be able to get hard looking at a normal woman!”

I moaned in part pain, part pleasure, wanting nothing more than release.

She reached down, grabbed my head, and whispered in my ear, “Now cum for me, slave!”

Her cunt muscles finally relaxed and my load, the biggest load I’ve ever blown, exploded into Jenni’s muscular pussy. She moaned, and her super-cunt gushed juices, she was so turned on by her control over me. And this was just the beginning.