BEWARE  THE FEMALE LEVIATHAN.
By The Dark Scion



I'm far from your conventional woman, in fact, you would call me perverse or a
deviant. It really doesn't matter. For when you enter my world, nothing
matters not even your life. My gratification is the centre of my universe. Let
me tell you how it began and perhaps where it will end.

Let's see, it started when I had reached puberty. I was overwhelmed with a
rush of hormones and changes. I wanted to fuck every man and boy in site and
wanted more than that. I wanted to get big, really big. With that came the
desire to be able to crush a man's torso- be it in my arms, or in between my
legs. I even entertained the idea of crushing a man in my cunt. This urge
always came when I was horny. It would subside after I had an orgasm but only
to haunt me again within a very short-time. For a long time, this desire only
floated about in my fantasies.

Before puberty I was already tall and large. In fact, I was 6ft 2" in weighed
400lb.- puppy fat. So you can imagine what I meant by getting big and really
big. It had to be mainly muscle. Well, I wanted to be at least 8ft 5" and 4
times heavier. I read muscle magazines, perused the internet, and learnt
everything I could about growth hormone and steroids. God, I was going to
scare someone shitless before I killed them.

Anyway, I was from a wealthy family with my own gold card and no questions
were asked or inspected. Well, none would be asked from my frail mother. My
father was long dead. I had my own part of the mansion. It had a well equipped
gym. I was privately tutored and ithat only happened when I wanted. The
circumstances were perfect for me to attempt the apparently insane. It wasn't
insane to me-chuckle

I began my journey to being a super freak. I bought growth hormone and every
roid you could imagine in copious quantities. I'd spend my days within the
gym. I'd pump, press and squat. My weight load began to rise gradually and
then exploded. My appetite was incredible. I can remember my first large home
delivered order. I ordered 10 super sized pizzas with all the extras. Party,
they asked ... .lol. Of course, I got my mother to receive the food, and she's
been doing so ever since. She's only too happy to, if you know what I mean.

Soon, oh in about 2 years, I reached my first milestone I got to 7ft and my
weight had doubled. My biceps were an incredible 64" .My abs were rock hard.
My pecs were massive. Oh God, fuck'n' male bodybuilders were puny. I could
lift the weight of cars over my head with ease. My fantasies were almost
irresistible by then. Ok, I'll confess something did happen. One night I felt
like a Chinese. I ordered a banquet for 8 people. I spied the delivery man at
the door through the surveillance cameras we had installed all over our
compound. I couldn't believe it, he was a frigg'n' midget- mustn't have been
no more than 40lb- and yes, I was feeling randy.

I instructed mater to direct the hapless pixie to my lair ... the gym.

I stood a little back from the entrance. I was wearing nothing but a bikini
bottom. My clit bulged in it and it was rapidly becoming soaked. The little
guy knocked and rolled in the food. I grinned down at him. He stood dazed and
gawking. I leered and said, " Are you the appetiser? The elf fainted. I picked
him up with my hand. He was weightless. My dildo had a greater circumference
than him. I tore of his clothes and licked his body. I laid down and pushed
him into my wet and slippery cunt. I could barely feel him. I began to slide
him in and out. I wished I had a mirror so I could have seen it. My crotch
began to tighten as I reached orgasm. Just before I climaxed, I felt his rib
cage cave in. What a rush!

I pulled his lifeless boy out and licked my cum off him. As I was wondering
how to hide all this my stomach gurgled with the answer. I ate him . It didn't
take long. I then sat with the thrill of knowing that a person was being
digested in my body. Although I was full, I knew with an hour or so of pumping
I'd get hungry again. After pumping, I ate the banquet. I could feel myself
growing.

I showered and got dressed and carried the food trolley past my mother. She
asked where the deliveryman was. I menacingly told her that he decided to walk
home. I placed the trolley back into the car. I then carried the car to the
back of the mansion and dug a hole within a recently dug up rose bed. It
didn't take long. Just before I got to put the car in the hole, I just the
urge to flex my muscles. I tore the car doors off and pounded its bonnet flat.
It was very satisfying to see and feel my power. And I wanted more of it.

From that point on, I reigned in my murderous and cannibalistic appetites. The
visit from the police was sobering. However, given the status of my mother,
they soon went away satisfied that the midget had left to whereabouts unknown.

For the next three years my strength grew exponentially. My body became more
massive than I had previously hoped. I seemed to peak at 9 feet. My weight
stood at 2, 800lb - 90% muscle. When I first viewed my weight on the scale I
roared and flexed every muscle in my body. There was no living human on the
planet that I couldn't crush or tear apart.. I wanted to do it now, and I
wanted to do it as often as the impulse took me. The question was how.

First there was the vagrant population. No one would miss them. There were
hundreds of them near , in and around the city. Rather than bore you with a
seemingly endless list of my exploits I'll give you an example of what I did
with my first. Your first of anything is most memorable, isn't it?

My mother scared senseless by what I threatened to do to her, and after I
snapped her spaghetti like arm between my thumb and forefinger, agreed to
entice men back to my lair. One night she drove out and brought back a normal
sized man. I'd say he was about 5ft 10" and about 185lb. By then I had been
eating more and more. I burgeoned at 3500lb. I even had a growth spurt of
another 8 inches.My hunger seemed insatiable.It made me wet every time I tried
on my old clothes. I'd squeeze into them , flex and they'd tear where they
hadn't already ripped by trying to force them on.

I was in the gym bending thick bars of steel like wire. I had broke the
specially built leg machine. 10,000lb of weight was effortless against my
massive legs. The victim came in through the door. I roared that he stank and
that he needed a shower. Not unpredictably he stood there petrified. I
sauntered over and whilst resisting the temptation to crush him on the spot, I
tore of his clothes and threw him into my shower cubicle. The water pressure
that I had been used to pinned him to the shower's floor. I scrubbed him
clean, and dried him. His naked body was looking so tempting. I didn't know
whether to take his neck into my mouth and crush it, crush him between my
forearm and bicep or place him up close to my vagina and squeeze the life out
of him. Many more options were racing through my mind.

He started whimpering for me not to hurt him. I assured him that I wasn't
going to not only hurt him but this would be his last day on this planet. He
was white with fear. It felt like a lioness about to kill a doe. I took off my
sweatshirt and pulled off my track pants. My cunt was monstrous, hairy and
hungry. My clit was beginning to move. Come to think of it, my clit gets to 20
odd inches long when it's erect and there was no way this little dude coud rap
his dainty ( dainty to me, anyway) little hands around it. I looked at his
emaciated, tiny limp 3 inches. I growled my power. What I was about to do
almost surprised me. I held his waist with one hand and turned him over. My
clit rose out of its bush, it pulsated with power and a desire to be ever more
bigger. I licked my forefinger, and pressed and rubbed it against his orifice,
slowly working the tip of it in. The hobo's body tightened in pain and he
writhed in my hand. I giggled because that was a fraction of what he was going
to feel .

My cunt gushed with hot juices, my clit grew and swelled. I thrust his ass
onto my clit.t. I never saw a man's ass rip before. I crushed his ribs in my
hand and continued to , well, masturbate with this piece of meat. I was wild
with delight. He was dead, probably from the very first thrust. I released him
and he just hung there, suspended on my clit. It was almost an anticlimax. It
was too easy. I took each puny leg in my hand and without much exertion tore
his body in two. The feeling of strength , size and power was indescribable. I
took his head in one hand and squeezed. His skull caved in immediately. The
crackling sent shudders through my body. I was a hyper-human. No, I was even
beyond that. I dropped the bloody mess onto the floor and crushed the remains
under foot. I rubbed my hand in the goo and rubbed it over my massive chest.A
bloody pulp with fragments of bone stained the floor.

I called in my sweet little mother and commanded that she clean up the mess.
At first she exclaimed with horror and refused. I laughed and flexed my mighty
biceps and pecs. She cowed and cleaned the mess whilst gagging throughout. It
was funny.

Since my first hobo, I've crushed, mauled, mangled, torn and pulped at least
forty of them. Yeah, and I even ate a few after a hard day's pumping. They're
a good source of protein and calcium. And I must say that my cunt has enjoyed
more than a few. Their pathetic little frames can snugly fit into it. Squeeze,
pop, pop, pop. Hahahahahaha it's delicious.

About a day ago, my dear mother thought she could stand no more and whilst I
was lounging on the floor with about 40 burgers and shakes she absconded. I
heard the door of her car slam. Unfortunately for her, I had the keys. I was
really pissed off that she should interrupt my snack like this. So, I went
outside and hoisted the car with one arm into the air and dropped it. Not even
the hobos screamed so loudly. I told her that if she didn't want to get me
really angry that she had better come out of the car. She didn't. So I pulled
the car door off , ripped her seat belt off . But before touched her I gave
her a further small demonstration and tore the car bonnet off and proceeded to
tear the car in two. I carried her into the house. I was about to poke my fist
into her fragile torso and watch it, together with her head, splat against the
wall but I caught myself and with a flick of my fingers just broke her leg. I
warned her that after she heeled that she wasn't to try any stunt again. I put
my fist through the living room 12'' wall as a gesture indicating my
seriousness. Regrettably, I was feeling randy. As I inserted her I couldn't
help asking her whether she was in-smirk.

Anyway, I've got to go now. There's a hobo at the door answering a free food
and board advertisement..