The Amazing and Terrible Growth of Sheila
By Mr. Squish
                                  Part One


Sheila was feeling a bit down. She had been working on her body for the last
year, training hard to gain muscle and up until a month ago or so, the results
had been terrific. She had grown from a stick of a girl to a full-fledged
fitness queen. Most women would have been happy with half of her body, but
Sheila wanted more.

Once she had started working out, her passion for exercise became an
obsession. She wanted to gain size and strength, but now she had hit a wall.
Sure her biceps were nice, like hard tennis balls, but Sheila wanted
softballs, she wanted cannons, she wanted the big guns. Likewise with her
lats, her glutes, her thighs and her calves. They just weren't getting big
enough. She was still training hard, but ... she needed help. The problem for
Sheila was she was reluctant to use any sort of growth hormone or steroid.

Sheila would daydream about having thighs that could crush melons, or biceps
that could crumple beer cans, not to mention a chest and arms that could bend
steel bars. She craved mass, but really she craved power, pure physical power.
The power to intimidate. The power to cause fear; the power to do whatever she
wanted.

Now Sheila was not weak by any means. As a matter of fact, her tight fitness
body was strong, stronger than most and was lusted after by every guy at the
gym and quite a few of the women. She had squared off with a few of the gym
girls too in the past year. Last month, a lean runner type, Leslie, had gotten
in Sheila's face when her fiancé started a steamy affair with hard body
Sheila.

Leslie had shoved Sheila and then delivered a quick punch to Sheila's stomach.
Leslie's fist bounced lightly off of Sheila's ripped abs (one of the quickest
part's of Sheila's body to develop). Sheila laughed, "Try it again, this time
I'll flex them so you can really get a good feel."

Leslie snarled, "Fine, bitch, this time I'll really hit you." Sheila raise her
arms behind her head and flexed her eight pack abs so hard, they rippled under
her tight t-shirt. Leslie let loose, the sound of her punch was like a hammer
hitting a side of beef, but her fist was far frailer than a hammer and
Sheila's abs had less give than the meat; they were like granite. Leslie
grabbed her hand in pain and crumpled to her knees.

Sheila stood over Leslie, pulled her t-shirt over her head. She checked her
abs for any mark, but there was nothing to see, except how intensely toned
they were. "I don't see anything, have you hit me yet?" asked Sheila
playfully.

Leslie spat out, "Eat me, you skank."

"I guess we aren't done then," Sheila responded with a laugh. She pulled
Leslie up by her chin. Leslie took a step backward and struck a defensive
pose, while Sheila kicked off her sneakers and cracked her knuckles, "I like
to look my punching bags straight in the eye."

"Yeah, dream on, you wench," Leslie wasn't going down easily.

"What's that on your face?" asked Sheila, casually, but before Leslie could
respond, Shelia bitch slapped her hard. Leslie's head slammed against a
locker. She wobbled forward, tried to shake away the cobwebs. "Oh, yeah, that
would be my fist," added Sheila right before cracking Leslie again, and again
sending her head crashing against the locker.

Leslie spat blood, wiped her hair from here eyes and tried to focus on Sheila
who unleashed a vicious punch to Leslie's stomach. Leslie doubled over,
coughing, trying to catch her breath and her balance. Sheila had clearly made
her point, but she was far from done. She felt powerful, unstoppable against
this scrawny little runner. She was also so aroused, her panties were soaked.
Kicking this girl's ass was so much better than sex. Sheila bent over, folded
Leslie over her taut shoulders; then slowly pressed her over her head.

Leslie started to cry, "Put me down." Sheila lowered the broken girl then
pressed her again, taunting her, "You are like a rag doll, like my toy and I
will do with you as I please, understand?

What could Leslie do, but moan a feeble, "Yes, please put me down."

"I'm not done with my workout yet," and with that Sheila began a set of five
squats with Leslie stretched across her shoulders. "What do you weigh, eighty
pounds? 'Cause I'm not even sweating yet."

"Oh, please, let me go, don't hurt me," Leslie could do little else but beg.
Sheila was feeling good, her muscles were pumped and swollen, but now she was
so aroused she needed a happy ending and this bitch, Leslie, was getting
annoying. After the fifth squat she hurled Leslie into the lockers, she wanted
to see how far she could throw someone. Granted, Leslie wasn't much of a test,
seeing that she weighed less than a hundred pounds. Still, throwing her so
easily felt powerful enough, now for the finish.

Leslie trembled near the lockers, but she wasn't really hurt, more shaken up
and humiliated than anything. Sheila moved in, spread her lats for effect.
Leslie pressed herself against the lockers, "No more, I give up." Sheila
grinned crookedly, as she slid her moist sweats and panties off, "Start
licking, you scrawny little whore." She flexed her toned and glistening thighs
for emphasis. What could Leslie do, really?

Sheila's mind wandered to that afternoon often, the feeling of power was still
arousing to her, perfect for getting her off in the shower, but it still
wasn't enough. Sheila craved more: more mass, more muscle, more power. She
truly wanted to be unstoppable.

This probably wouldn't have gone much further except for the intervention of
this gym groupie, Darrin, who seemed to be always hanging around, not for the
workout but for the smoothie bar. One day he asked Sheila what sort of
minerals she was taking. Did she use many supplements?

"Just natural stuff, nothing hardcore. I'm not into steroids," answered Sheila
honestly.

"I'd just noticed you weren't getting any bigger. Is that a problem for you?"
he continued.

"Yeah, sort of, I can't break through this wall. I don't know what to do", she
confessed.

"I'm a chemist, I have a mineral set that I've been looking to test, but I
need dedicated athletes and people I can trust. These are all natural mind
you, nothing enhanced. I'd like to see if these work without any enhancing,
but honestly I'm too lazy to work out. I just want to get rich, but honestly,
not by screwing people over" he said with great sincerity.

"Why me?" Sheila wondered aloud.

"Well, you're hot, so you'd make an outstanding before and after photo set and
you seem dedicated. I'll take a guess on the trustworthy part. This needs to
be 100% top secret. I found these minerals on a trip to a rainforest, I'm
anxious to test them", Darrin's offer seemed too good to be true.

But it wasn't, while in Guatemala, the minerals in a certain region seemed to
grow animals that were larger than commonly found anywhere else on earth:
leopards were the size of lions, wild boar the size of rhinos. The question
was, how would they effect a human being, since that area of the rainforest
was unpopulated.

The experiment was simple enough, Darrin made a smoothie with the minerals and
Sheila drank it down. The experiment was conducted at Darrin's lab. In case
anything crazy happened there was security and a building paramedic nearby. At
first, nothing happened after Sheila downed the concoction, then she started
to shake.

Darrin had her lie down on a nearby cot and steadied her limbs by tying them
to the rails of the cot. The shaking became writhing, then intense sweating.
Darrin stayed with Sheila pouring bottle after bottle of water into her,
feeding her endless thirst. Then all was calm. For a moment. Then the surge of
pain hit. It coursed through her body. She felt white hot and electrified. She
growled and groaned, twisted and quaked.

Then the transformation started as her growls turned to laughter, deep and
throaty and filled with pleasure, dark pleasure. Her abs rippled and the
buttons on her shorts popped, her midsection expanded and ripped the waist of
her shorts off. Her sneakers exploded as her feet extended and her calves
rounded and her thighs thickened with cords of muscle. Her t-shirt was in
tatters within seconds as her B-cup chest plumped to DD sized and broadened to
a massive 50 inches where once it had been a meakly impressive 34.

The muscle pushed out of her shoulders which were now broad like a
linebacker's and her arms had engorged and pumped up outrageously. Her biceps
were swollen to the size of softballs. Sheila was now truly powerful. She was
no longer just a touch over five feet tall, she was a touch over six feet.
Something else had changed too, she was filled with fury. Her eyes burned with
rage. She tore the straps that held her to the cot and leaped to her feet.

"How dare you try to trap me!" she bellowed at Darrin, who was no fool and
slowly was backing his way to the door. "Come here, little man, I need to
teach you a lesson," Sheila was angry but also immensely turned on by her new
body. She pressed her hands together and flexed her massive chest, her
basketball-sized breasts jumped up and down menacingly.

Darrin was scared and now close to the door. "Where are you going, small fry,
don't you want to see your experiment up close? I won't bite. Much," and with
lightning speed, Sheila grabbed a desk lamp and hurled it at Darrin, catching
him in the shoulder and slamming him into the wall near the door. Darrin
yelped in pain.

"Crap, I think you broke my shoulder," he managed between bouts of pain.

Sheila was closing in on him like a predator when the strangest thing
happened. When Darrin yelped in pain, the pain surged through Sheila too, but
it didn't hurt. It felt good. To Darrin's horror, Sheila grew a little bigger,
a little more powerful. And she noticed.

"Mmmmm, yummy," She lustfully groaned, then flexed her biceps mightily. "Soon
these will be bigger than bowling balls," Sheila murmured and extended her
sleek, sensual tongue across the right bi's engorged peak. She licked the
salty sweat, relaxed her arms and set her sights back on Darrin. "Does all
this power turn you on, hmmm? Let's see how strong I am," Sheila gloated and
strode quickly back to the cot, confident that Darrin wasn't going anywhere.
She grabbed at a rail on the cot and yanked, the aluminum buckled and tore
free. She held the long rod, marveling at her handiwork.

"We can have some fun with this ... "she looked down at here tree trunk thighs
with fascination, flexed them threateningly, "Wonder what I could crush with
these?"

"You'll never find out. It's all over. I called security," a thin smile crept
across Darrin's lips as his hand tapped at the security button attached to the
wall above him.

"Small and dumb, just the way I like my men," as Sheila's hand lightly
caressed her quickly moistening crotch. "I hope they bring some back up,
'cause momma's feeling real good," and with that hurled a second desk lamp at
the prone Darrin, crushing his other shoulder. His intense pain surged through
Sheila and again her muscles thickened.

"You ever wonder what the hulk would look like as a chick?" chortled Sheila as
she went into a full flex, her neck now as thick around as one of Darrin's
thighs. The door to the lab flew open, and several bulky security guards
poured in.

"What is going on in here?" barked out the first guard through the door. That
was about all he could do, because his jaw hit the floor as he saw the furious
naked muscle goddess charging at him, her fists lashed out, her rapid punches
drove him backward like shotgun shells. Sheila pounded on him mercilessly as
the other guards watched in shock, the sheer aggression of her heavily muscled
frame was indescribable and terrifying. Not to mention, she seemed to get
bigger with every painful punch she threw.

Darrin couldn't watch anymore, his experiment had gone so wrong, "You have to
stop her, while there is still time." Sheila stopped punching at the sound of
Darrin's voice and rose to her full height, which now was nearly seven feet.
Blood had spattered her face, she flicked at it with her oh, so sexy tongue,
"Who got next?"

The biggest of the guards stepped forward; he held a nightstick in his fist.
Sheila moved to meet him. He swung his nightstick hard; she grabbed a computer
monitor and swung it harder. The nightstick shattered against her cement thigh
and the monitor crunched against the guard's not so thick skull. He fell over
like a sack of potatoes. Sheila flicked the debris from her barely bruised
thigh and grew another six inches. Two guards were left.

"Wow, I'm not feeling too secure. How about you, Darrin? Hope you boys are a
little tougher. Let's see," Sheila arched her back. The two guards moved
together, spreading out to try to flank the muscle queen, but Sheila was too
smart. As one guard worked to free his mace she grabbed the aluminum cot rail
and threw it like a javelin through his neck, impaling him into the wall.
Blood sputtered through his shattered wind-pipe.

"Mmmmm, so sweet," her fingers slid across her wet down and she raised them to
her lips, "so exciting." She let her head fall back as the latest surge raced
through her and she cleared eight feet, her biceps now officially the size of
bowling balls. She pumped them, teasing the last guard, "You are looking at a
brick shithouse, son," she flicked her tongue at him and rushed forward like a
gymnast who'd been cross-bred with a locomotive.

The guard whimpered and wet himself as Sheila lowered her shoulder and plowed
into him, throwing him in the air like a bull flinging a toreador, he crashed
against the wall, his neck snapping on impact. She looked down at him, the
power coursing through her. She beat her powerful chest with her fists and
bellowed like a great beast.

"Who's gonna stop me now, Darrin? I don't care how many of these chumps you
get, I'll rip them apart with my bare hands. You think this was real power,
you ain't seen nothing yet. Now, boy, momma needs a little love," with that,
Sheila slid Darrin's frightened head between her glistening jackhammer thighs
and ordered, "Lick momma dry, if you know what's good for you."

Darrin's tongue darted about wildly but it served its purpose. Sheila rode him
hard and when she'd finished there was little evidence that Darrin had ever
existed, save for the stain on the wall and the pulpy residue on the inside of
her thighs. Sheila wasn't sure eventually what made her cum, her overwhelming
feeling of power or that surge of pain that tickled her when Darrin's head
final popped like a melon. There was no debating this, Sheila was truly huge:
nearly nine feet tall with a seventy inch chest and and biceps the size of the
biggest bowling balls.

She grabbed a hose from the sink and rinsed herself off. She strutted to the
steel door, punched it several times, denting it deeply, but she wasn't
powerful enough to bust through it yet. She pumped her right bicep and
caressed it, "Soon, baby, soon, nothing will stop you." Just knowing the best
was yet to come, started her juices flowing again. She hungered to dish out
more pain. She reared back her immense thigh and unloaded a thunderous kick
against the battered steel door. It creaked, but held. She savagely kicked
again, this time it teetered on its hinges and toppled open. As she entered
the hall, the remainder of security had arrived. Sheila flexed her thighs
seductively and purred, "Mmmm, perfect, more playmates. I do so love the
boys."

It seemed over in an instant, though this time Sheila did not attack first.
She was confident in her ability to bring punishment in heavy doses. Not one
of the guards had a gun, so, in Sheila's mind, these were mere dogs nipping at
her brawny heels, only stepping stones to unlimited strength. The first guard
brought a long heavy chain and swung it hard, it slammed into her abs, Sheila
doubled over, groaning. The overconfident guard came in closer, swung hard
again, hitting her across her shoulders and Sheila fell to her knees. The
guard laughed, "See boys, she may be a freak, but she ain't nothing a little
chain can't cure."

The guard whipped the chain around his head, readying for the knockout blow,
when a horrible guttural laugh cut through the tension. The hairs on the back
of his neck stood on end and as he let the chain go on its final assault, his
aim was thrown just a bit. Sheila quickly sprang to her feet and hit a
monstrous pose, her shoulders and arms and chest literally erupting with mass,
her astounding frame nearly filling the hallway. The chain connected, it hit,
right across her shoulder, but this time it shattered into a million harmless
pieces. Sheila laughed, "I'm no freak, I'm your worst nightmare. Trust me,
ain't no one bad-der." With that her arm shot out and grabbed the guard by the
neck. He tried to fight, but with a sickening snap, his life was over. And
Sheila grew bigger. She kissed her right bicep as it throbbed swollen, "See,
baby, already so much stronger."

The rest of the guards charged her en masse, a blinding mob of wild punches
and blows rained on the Sheila hulk. They did little but make her laugh and
make her grow larger and more deadly as she dealt out ten times the fury she
received. When it was done, the feeling that filled her was unbelievable,
overwhelming almost. She knelt to steady herself. The surge this time was so
intense she was momentarily blinded by it. It felt like the earth moved. In
fact, it had or rather the building had. The last massive spurt had sent her
through the roof, quite literally. She stepped through the rubble and out into
parking lot, naked as the day she was born, but so much more evolved.

She stretched, shook the debris from her long thick hair, unbelievable traps
and wide, wide shoulders. Sheila was now over fifteen feet tall and radiated
brutal awesome virility. She mocked the puny men who fled from her superhuman
muscle. Sheila sucked in the evening air deeply, she could smell the fear
coming from the worms clambering below. What to do? So much possibility, she
thought, so much time. The wail of sirens broke here reverie. Several squad
cars sped toward the building. Should she run? They probably couldn't catch
her. Her monstrous thighs should easily outrun these police cars. But really,
a Goddess should never run from anything. These men will have guns, she
thought and the fight inside did actually leave her with scrapes and
scratches, her skin didn't seem to be impervious. Bullets could do some real
damage. All that thinking left little time for a plan, but one came to her
instinctively.

The cars slammed on their breaks as they saw the hulking muscle goddess
striding toward them. They hesitated in their cars, unsure of what to do.
Suddenly, Sheila crouched, her dense thighs doubled impossibly in girth and
she leapt clear over the three squad cars, landing behind them cat-like. The
policemen fumbled for their guns as she launched herself at the closest car,
battering it with a fury of blows each of which struck with the force of a
charging rhino. Its frame crumbled, the tires exploded, glass shattered and
bones crackled. Within moments the first car was mashed nearly flat, its
occupants crushed within. The power of their pain surged through Sheila. She
reared her sexy gargantuan neck back and let loose a horrible moan of pure
deadly ecstasy as again she grew.

She turned on the second car, its occupants still paralyzed with fear. Sheila
didn't hesitate; she wanted no part of their guns. She knew she needed to hit
hard and fast. She grabbed the rear of the car and flipped it over, then leapt
upon it, her pillar like legs crunching down on it. She stomped and stomped as
oil and gasoline spurted in the air. The screams of the men drove her, their
pain elevated her and fed her fury. When she finished, it was as flat as the
first and she towered over the wreckage, now twenty feet tall.

The men in the third car tried to fire at her from its safety, but their shots
were wild and missed their titanic target. Sheila was quick too, they had seen
it when she had leapt over them. The driver in the last car gunned the engine
and tried to peel out, but Sheila was having none of it. These men were just
like the others, small and dumb. She grabbed the rear of this car too and held
firm as its engine raced and tires burnt to nothing. There would be no escape,
just delicious pain and more power. Sheila overpowered the car's inadequate
engine and flipped the car on its end. She then used her massive leverage to
fold it in on itself, the men becoming a tangle of mashed limbs and stupidity.
She finally stood astride the car and finished bending it into a ball. She
stepped back and surveyed the damage. She was a true wrecking machine, her
might was unquestionable, her hunger not nearly sated. All was quiet as the
incomparable Sheila stood nearly twenty five feet tall. Her thighs were the
size of hippos, her breasts remained full and sexy, though her chest muscles
beneath were taut as steel plates. She beat her chest and roared. Damn, she
felt good. And horny. She felt her muscles, they felt so hard and thick. She
touched herself all over. Damn, she really felt good. She flexed her right
bicep hard. It ballooned larger than ever, offering all its tremendous power
to her for inspection. She ran her tongue across it, it quivered and expanded
even more. Sheila giggled, "See, baby, I knew you could do it, you are so
strong. You make momma so wet." She flexed it again, her abs buckled and some
cum dripped out.

Sheila pumped her left bicep next, it was slightly smaller, but still the size
of a radial tire, nothing to sneeze at, for sure. She licked it, every inch,
fingering herself to a climax while she did, "Momma loves her ladies, so
strong, so sexy." Sheila laughed as she looked at the mess she had made of the
police and wondered, so what if they shot me, I'll bet I could take it. With
that, the last bit of worry she had flew away.

Until she'd turned the corner of the parking lot and passed the building she'd
burst from and she saw that back-up had arrived. These cops were out of their
cars and ready to shoot. There were a good dozen or so armed with pistols and
high-caliber rifles. Sheila stared at them intently, her body rumbled in
anticipation. Her body didn't crave food to survive any longer, it required
pain. "Hello, little men!" she called out. She wanted to lash out, but she
held herself back, curious as to how they'd react to her breathtaking size.

One responded through a megaphone, "We don't know who or what you are, but
stop right there or we'll open fire. You are under arrest!"

How dare they tell me what to do, Sheila thought. She smiled a deep, vicious
smile. Her eyes glowed with murder. She stepped forward from the building. She
looked down at her nervous hunters, their guns appearing small and flimsy in
their weak arms. Her blood began to boil as she thought again at their
arrogance; no one tells a muscle goddess what to do. She slapped her hard flat
belly; the sound was like a shell exploding. She bounced on her heels, flexed
her gargantuan thighs, and pulled up into her favorite, the double biceps
flex, showing off her two engorged ladies, "How are you going to stop me. I'll
tear you apart, each and every last one of you. Your friends barely lasted
three minutes with me. Now they're dead and their cars are no more than scraps
of tin." Sheila expanded her great chest, her gigantic fists settling on her
hips, "Go ahead take your best shot. I dare you."

Sheila relaxed and waited, the sheer anticipation was making her wet again.
The men were nervous and small and dumb. They weren't sure what to do, so
Sheila made it easier. She ripped a corner of the building free and hurled it
at one of the cars. The car exploded, wiping out a third of her threat, if you
could call them that. The wave of energy swept over her like a mini-orgasm,
she convulsed and grew. The rest of the men sprang into action. They unleashed
a torrent of bullets at the titanic she-hulk. Shots rang out from everywhere.
Men hidden in bushes and on nearby buildings joined in the firefight. The
impact of the barrage of bullets knocked Sheila off-balance; she tumbled
backwards into the damaged lab building.

After several minutes, the shooting stopped. The air was thick with smoke and
wonder. Was the evil giantess dead? Had she run away? What? As the smoke
residue thinned, it became apparent that Sheila had not run, she was down,
lying amidst the rubble of the building. The men peered over their makeshift
barricades and from their hiding places, some reloaded, taking nothing for
granted. Perhaps the bullets, the overwhelming firepower had done it, perhaps
she was dead. The men were hopeful.

Until they heard the horrible sound; it started low and soft, a dark menacing
laugh. Then it built as Sheila rose to her feet. She was now nearly thirty
feet tall, her thighs the size of bull elephants. Her body seemed to be
peppered with small holes, but she didn't appear hurt. "You had your shot, now
I'll take mine," and she smiled the smile of death and dark pleasures. She
stepped clear of the building and slowly built into a Herculean pose, every
one of her muscles expanded and bulged. She let loose a horrific warrior
shriek as her muscles reached their maximum flex. Then all of the bullets that
had hit her body were loosened from her dense muscle and flew back from the
direction they came with twice the force. The men screamed and crumpled as
bits of them were shot off. Sheila knew now there was little that would stop
her, her muscles had become so dense, little could penetrate them, certainly
not conventional bullets. Now, back to these little twats still trying to
shoot her. Time to have some fun. A few bullets struck her in the side. She
looked slowly to her left and caught a flash of metal out of the corner of her
eye. There was a sniper on the building across the lot. The building was
taller than Sheila. Sure she could probably rip it apart with her enormous
upper body, but ... she reached on top of the dilapidated lab next to her and
pulled a thick exhaust pipe free. The sniper continued as did a few others to
pepper her with bullets hoping to hit something vital. She ripped some bricks
free from the building and slid them into the pipe. Sheila turned to her left
and sucked in an enormous breath; she raised the pipe and blew with amazing
force in the direction of the sniper. A spray of bricks bombarded his
position. The tower he had hid in was cut to pieces by the brick shot. He
fell, twisting to his death.

She turned her attention back to the bloodbath on the ground below her. The
nice surge she felt as the sniper died drove her further, she wanted to bring
more pain, "Are you boys done? 'Cause I'm just getting started." One of the
cars tried to back away over-loaded with wounded officers. "Not on my watch,
you don't," Sheila crouched and leapt high in the air. She landed directly on
the car splattering it and its contents. "Wow, I don't know my own strength.
Oops. Who else wants to play?" She crouched down, her thighs swelling and
bulging, obviously enjoying the workout. She leapt again near one of the
makeshift barricades, landing just next to it. The men tried to flee as best
they could, but Sheila was too fast, too mighty, too merciless. She pounded on
the men with her great fists turning them into jelly. With each blow she grew
bigger and badder, meaner and madder. She grabbed men and ripped them in two,
turned their cars into junk piles, stopping any from escaping. At the end she
was breathing deep and hard, her heart was pounding, the pain was surging
through her like a lightning bolt. She fell to her knees as the growth spurt
hit. This was the biggest one yet.

She yelped in ecstasy, rocketing in size to over forty feet, her muscles
absolutely vibrating with strength. She couldn't help but flex her immense
biceps again. The changes to her frame were thrilling and unbelievably
liberating. Something else had changed within her too, her sense of smell was
quite acute; she could smell fear, palpable fear. Just then she caught a
strong whiff of it and followed its trail. It was coming from the other
building to the right, a different laboratory. This building was smaller than
the one with the tower and Sheila stood ten feet taller than it. A figure
caught her eye and began to scramble across the roof. It fired its gun as it
ran. Sheila shook her head, so small and so dumb.

Sheila strode back into the parking lot and grabbed the burning husk of a
police car. The figure on the roof stopped its scramble to see what the
behemoth was doing, had she forgotten about him? He crouched quietly,
observing her pick up the flame-covered car as if it were a discarded toy,
then turn with it and start back toward him. Within the blink of an eye she
was at the building's edge. He rose to run, but too late. She held the fiery
car aloft and inhaled powerfully, so powerfully the flames almost
extinguished. Almost. She let loose a controlled tight gust of wind into the
heart of the dwindling flame. It shot forth hundreds of feet in a modulated
stream more dangerous than a flame thrower. The figure disappeared in a
flaming ball. Mmm, more growth. Sheila lingered as it trickled through her.
She was lost in the moment so much that she didn't hear the police chopper
until it was right behind her. Once it was close enough its twin machine guns
assaulted the giantess' back with countless rounds. Sheila fell to her knees,
playing possum with the copter. It had no idea what it was up against: a being
of colossal power and terrible cunning. Sheila crouched down further, her
fearsome muscles tensing as the chopper passed over readying to turn around
and go in for the kill.

As the police chopper passed over her seemingly wounded body, she flung the
husk of the police car straight up at the unsuspecting flyboys and split that
copter in half. The two halves fell from the sky like heavy stones. They
crashed hard among the park that ran across the back of the laboratory
grounds. Sheila's dark laugh mixed with the moans of the downed police. Their
pain was feeding her, but she wanted more. She reached the rear end of the
broken helicopter first. She pulled it up by its tail with her two brawny
fists, carried it to its other half. Then used it like a sledgehammer to
batter the downed craft and its crew to a pulp.

Sheila twisted one of the props into a band and fitted it around her right
bicep, then took another and fitted it around her left. She was fifty feet
tall, a juggernaut, pretty much unstoppable was the way she saw it. Boy, did
it feel good. She walked across the park towards a group of glass apartment
buildings, her bicep bands glinting seductively in the moonlight. She reached
the apartments in no time, but when she got there, she stopped in her tracks.

The nearest building stood nearly a hundred feet tall of highly polished
glass. When Sheila stood next to it, every inch of her mammoth body was
reflected back at her. She groaned at herself, the ecstasy was so sudden. She
was stunning, thickly sculpted and massive. No one had ever possessed such
muscle. Her face had evolved too, her eyes burned a fiery red and her hair had
an erotic feral quality, but it was the growth of her arms and legs that made
her crotch tingle. Always a problem spot in the early days, now they made her
hot. She had dreamed of this day and now it had come. She lingered on her
legs, slowly flexed them, feeling each muscle bulk out to its max. She ran her
hands over her densely striated thighs and slid her fingers inside herself to
relieve some of the tension. It felt sooo good. Her thighs were throbbing and
her abs quivered as she raised her left bicep up and flexed it hard, the metal
band trembled; then shot off as her bicep peaked into a small mountain. Sheila
licked and sucked it as her knees buckled in pleasure, her moans and shrieks
rattled the apartment windows.

So close to climax, Sheila raised her right bicep and gave it a colossal flex,
the band rocketed off as her engorged meat out-muscled the left, Sheila's
tongue darted around its base traveling up as it swelled larger and larger and
she came harder and harder, "Oooohhh, you make Momma melt, you're so big, so
thick and strong. You make these puny men so afraid. Show Momma how strong you
are, make me bigger." Her rapture was broken by the sound of a bus stopping
just around the corner. Sheila cracked her knuckles and went to see what was
what.

The bus driver caught a glimpse of Sheila and quickly closed his doors, hoping
that might stop her. The passengers screamed when they saw her, several ran
out the back. The driver slammed into reverse. Sheila gave chase; it wasn't
much of a race. Her muscle-bound thighs easily outpaced the bus' over-worked
diesel engine. Sheila slammed her right fist through the roof, crushing the
driver instantly and stopping the bus' progress. Sheila gave her right bicep
another flex and tongue massage, "You're so strong, you broke that little man
and his silly bus so easily. Momma wants more!" With that she grabbed the bus
and stormed back to the apartment buildings. The frightened passengers tried
to escape, but before they could wriggle out of the shattered windows, Sheila
was gripping the bus like an oversized baseball bat. She swung it powerfully
at the building. The bus and building burst into flames as they collided.
Charred and mangled bodies flew through the air. After a few swings the bus
had fallen to pieces. Sheila needed to find new sport. Sheila headed back to
the parking lot and plucked cars haphazardly, hoisting them over her head;
then hurling them into the many buildings. The cars battered the buildings,
tearing chunks off at a time, exploding and causing unbelievable havoc and
pain. The tremendous explosions could be seen miles away. Sheila was drunk
with pleasure and power. All around her was bedlam and she capitalized,
turning the park and the apartments into her own playground of terror.

Before she'd even realized, she'd grown to match the height of the apartments,
one hundred feet high and every bit of her was engorged muscle. Things quieted
in the parking lot and that's when the extent of her power hit her. Bathed in
the remains of her effortless slaughter, she had emerged even more incredible,
even more over-powering, even more ruthless. Sheila's voice boomed through the
night, "Behold your Queen! Fear her wrath! For she knows mercy! She is wild
and unstoppable! She is Queen Kong!"

Sheila beat her stupendous breasts mightily. She roared deeply like a great
ape; then started for what remained of the buildings. She heard sirens wailing
and closing fast, but could have cared less. She stared at the buildings and
tasted their destruction. For the moment they stood fast despite the abuse,
but now the full force of Queen Kong and her dominant physique would be turned
on them. Sheila stalked them as the sirens flooded the parking lot nearby. She
tapped at the once impressive glass with her fingers, it cracked under the
pressure. She reared back and punched the building. Her arms were so
destructive; the wounded building could do little to withstand their merciless
onslaught. Her battering ram fists tore through the glass and steel structure
as if it were made of balsa wood. Sheila was inexhaustible, the pain and
misery fed her. She was a perfect machine of destruction. The first building
fell after only a few minutes of punishment. It collapsed at her feet. She
stomped the wreckage flat, "Your puny buildings will all fall at my feet. I
rule this planet. I'll do what I please." Bullets rained at her, flying from
all directions. She barely noticed as she ran shoulder down at the next
building. She hit it hard and in its center like a derailed locomotive. It
exploded on impact, debris flew everywhere. The bullets struck at her
everywhere but she barely noticed. They were little more than a nuisance;
turning to powder on impact. Her body was far too dense for them to have any
effect.

She strode to the third apartment structure and stood slightly taller than it
and nearly as broad. It groaned in the wind. Sheila opened her arms wide, then
crushed the building in a massive bear hug, her mountainous shoulders twitched
with volcanic power, her chest expanded in a furious blast of devastating
muscle. The building was a memory in mere moments. In a half an hour, Sheila
had killed hundreds. Someone or something had to stop her. Just then a grenade
exploded against her neck, singeing her hair. It stung her enough to really
piss her off. She turned to the missile's source, her eyes wild with hate and
retribution, "Whose stupid idea was that? I was having fun ripping your
pathetic homes to shit. You'd rather I beat the shit out of you, you little
maggots."

A flurry of bullets and small grenades met her, but they bothered her little
more than flies. They certainly didn't stop her. She reached behind her and
grabbed at a chain link fence. She pulled the length of it out of the ground.
It dragged behind her as she approached the front line. The men slowly gave
ground as she approached; their bullets and grenades having no effect.

She whipped the hundred foot long fence like lightning into the line of
retreating men. Bits of them were sliced off or mangled. She laughed as they
struggled to escape her dominatrix attack. The fence crackled and snapped; a
ringing weapon of pain and misery. The men fought valiantly but their feeble
bullets only drew the rampaging giantess to them. After mere minutes, Sheila
had turned the advancing militia into little more than a chopped salad. She
laughed deeply and breathed in the scent of carnage and again she grew. Over a
hundred feet of mind-blowing muscle with little to stop it; Sheila wrapped the
blood-stained fence around her bulging right bicep. The cool steel aroused her
further.

She looked out over the path of destruction she had wrought, the sheer power,
the unbelievable physical power she commanded caused her to moan. Every fiber
of muscle was filled with adrenaline. She absent-mindedly bounced her titanic
pecs while she considered what to do next. Certainly, the military would be
readied. They had to stop her at all costs. Tanks and guided missiles might
take her down. She needed more mass, more power, to cause more pain. The
apartment buildings had been fun and surprisingly brittle. She smiled a nasty,
lusty grin, "best to bring the fight to them than otherwise." A short walk
would bring her to the bay and a plethora of destructive pleasures. Sheila
crossed the freeway in moments, stopping to hurl a few stray cars out of her
path and rip several electrical cables down, sending a good portion of the bay
into darkness. Sheila licked her lips as she strode near the water's edge,
crushing chunks of the dock beneath the enormous weight of her muscle-bound
frame. What she found waiting filled her with dark delighted desire.

A small fleet of police boats had gathered to block her from crossing the bay
and into the city proper. They called to her over their intercoms to halt. She
laughed in response. "How are you going to stop me from doing what I wish?"
The boats didn't seem to be equipped with much more than machine guns. "Your
puny pea-shooters don't scare me. I am power. I am destruction. I am fury. You
are weak. I will break you. I will ravage you. I will decimate you. I will
tear your boats apart like they were cheap plastic toys. Fear me, I know no
mercy. All I know is pain and power." With that, she flexed her right bicep
mightily, its girth blew through the chain links she had wrapped around it.
They exploded like fireworks. Her arm bulged ferociously, "Ohhh, so big for
momma. So, so strong."

With that Sheila stepped into the bay and the boats opened fire, bullets
bouncing off of her steely hide like tiny rubber balls. "You stupid little men
never listen," she muttered as she bent down to lift a forty foot sailboat
moored along side. It's ropes and anchors came free with little struggle and
quickly Sheila had pressed the boat over her head, the cool water ran down her
stunning, sexy hulking frame. She pressed the boat repeatedly and her
shoulders and arms erupted in terrifying size, "I am mighty," she laughed,
"and you are history." She pressed the boat high over head, then threw it. It
shattered two of the police boats and capsized a third. The few that remained
continued to fire as Sheila waded toward them. She pressed her palms together
and made her chest muscles pop, while the tiny bullets ricocheted off of her.
She reached the boats before they could retreat. She stood waist high in the
water and lashed out with unbelievable fury. Her fists were all she needed for
the first. She beat down on it with a fervor she hadn't realized she had in
her. The planks of the ship splintered like popsicle sticks, the steel-plating
buckled and tore under her immense strength. There was little left of the boat
when she had finished, blood and debris floated around her. The second boat,
she wasted less time on. She pressed down on it as you would a bath toy and
submerged it with the sheer naked power of her upper body. It bubbled and
disappeared beneath the water. Sheila trembled and grew and smiled ever more
darkly.

The other boats fled with Sheila in enraged pursuit, "How dare they run, I'm
not finished", she spat as her powerful thighs propelled her nearer the feeble
flotilla. The loud and ominous rumble in the distance gave Sheila pause, if
only for a moment.

End Part One