The Amazing and Terrible Growth of Sheila
by Mr. Squish
Part 3 Or rampaging makes me hot


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Sheila's colossal thighs threw heavy waves at the docks as she drew in closer
to shore. A large cargo ship caught her eye as she looked around at the sleepy
coastal edge of the city. It was moored and showed only a modest amount of
activity. Sheila was drawn to its size. She smiled as she thought about the
workout it would give her tremendous brawn. A ship that size, three hundred
feet long and built to last, "Hmmm, Momma want to breaky," Sheila purred and
pushed out her lats, playing with her muscles, teasing them for their next bit
of exercise. She thought about retrieving the broken submarine and enlisting
it in the fun, but decided it wasn't necessary. She raised her arms and pumped
them taunting her next victim, "Momma's gonna let you babies have the fun.
You've gotten so big and bad. You make all the boys cry."

The people working the docks were dumbstruck, paralyzed by what was
approaching. This was the stuff of comic books and Japanese monster movies,
not real life. They ducked for cover, hid or fled as best they could. The
giantess was stunning, powerful and sexy. Where had she come from? They had
little time to think, her darkly sensual voice filled their ears with taunts
and threats. Sheila saw the people take flight on the shore. It only fed her
sense of power and dominance.

"Run, run, run, you little worms. I'll find you and eat you, swallow you
whole," Sheila laughed and slapped her steely abs. "You can't stop me, nobody
can. The police tried. They're dead. I beat them to puss with my fists."
Sheila was close to the cargo ship now, almost close enough to strike. The men
on the ship fired their pistols and rifles at her, one even shot a flare. It
all bounced harmlessly off of her. "You see, you are nothing against me. Your
bullets bounce off me like rubber balls. You ever seen someone tear steel
apart like it was tinfoil? Well, watch and wimper." Sheila stood eye to eye
with the large ship's conning tower. She reached out and crushed it, pressing
her two monstrous hands together, her forearms and chest coursing with
unbelievable power - the metal whined and weakened, balling like aluminum foil
beneath her destructive might. She tore the remains of the tower free and
arched her sinuous neck back, raising the tower over her head and dumping the
human contents into her waiting mouth. She chowed down mercilessy as pure
pandemonium reigned below. Sirens blared. Cars raced to and from the docks.

The cargo ship tried all it could to put out to sea and escape this horror.
But Sheila was in control. The crews efforts were futile. As soon as the
engines roared to life, she strode purposefully to the rear, then beat down on
it with a sudden rage. Her fists crushed all before her like wrecking balls,
bending and warping the heavily reinforced ship. She hammered away tirelessly
driving the rear of the ship down and imbedding its props deep in the ocean
floor. The ship was as wide as Sheila, but not nearly as tough. Within minutes
the escape was thwarted, the cargo ship, beached - another plaything for
Sheila's oversized hunger and unstoppable rage. The beating had raised the
endorphin level in Sheila to another level altogether. She was seeing red,
only wholesale carnage would appease her. The ship had offered her bludgeoning
fists adequate resistance. It took work on her part to ground it, and fuck up
the rotors and rudders as severely as she had. She felt dizzy with power when
she stopped and stepped back from the smoking, mangled mess she'd made of the
rear fifth.

Sheila strode around to the near side of the ship, her body emitting a musky
scent that reeked of lust, supremacy and murder. Sheila plunged her arm into
one of the holds, grabbed hold and proceeded to peel back the deck of the ship
from within. Again, the reinforced nature of the ship fought her, until she
planted her powerful thighs solidly. Sheila tore back the top of the ship
mightily, her body super-humanly constricting to rend the thick, substantial
metal. The ship groaned and screamed as Sheila once again displayed her
dominance over man and his feeble toys. Sheila gave a final titanic pull and
the deck came free, nearly a quarter of the ship lay exposed as she dropped
the debris into the shallows. Men teemed in the belly of the ship below her,
running to escape her lithe and lethal tongue. She leaned over and dined to
her sublime delight, downing them bite after bite, the sickening crunching of
bones terrifying those nearby.

Sheila had taken to lifting the squirming men one at a time in her beefy
fists, crushing them with a terrifying squeeze and then letting them slide
into her mouth like oysters from the shell, "a new delicacy ", she thought and
laughed roughly as another sailor slid down her gullet.

After that portion was finished, Sheila tore further into the deck, tearing
free parts of the engine room and sucking the marrow of several engineers. As
she ate her muscle thickened and she could feel them pump lightly, enjoying
surges of invigorating power. Sheila had ravaged nearly half of the ship when
she stopped with a jolt. Someone or something had punched her in the back. It
stung. The people hiding on the shore cheered. Sheila turned, angry, while up
above a half dozen helicopters circled readying to strike. They seemed to
hesitate, assessing how to manage the collateral damage when they struck.

The helicopters locked in on their gargantuan target, deciding to stick to
heavy machine guns and the smaller rockets rather than risk killing dozens of
innocents. The military copters swarmed about Sheila peppering her with
machine gun bullets. These like the others bounced off her steely shoulders
and chest like super-balls. The rockets had a little more pop and Sheila felt
these, each hitting her with the force of a moderate punch, but really that
was all. They didn't draw blood, they didn't knock her over, they really
didn't even distract her that much, but the men didn't know that yet. Sheila
played possum, staggering toward the shore, stumbling onto land, her heavy
muscles splintering the dock and smashing small buildings flat. The copters
closed in, sensing a kill. Sheila crumpled onto a parking lot, struggling for
breath, she reached behind her to steady herself. The first two copters flew
in rather low, hoping to score a quick kill by punching a rocket into her
vitals. Sheila's right arm swung forward launching a Volkswagen bug through
the air; it hit the first copter squarely, exploding on impact. The second
copter veered to avoid colliding with the fire ball. Sheila took advantage of
the distraction and leapt up, snagging a fistful of the copter's landing gear.
Sheila landed heavily pulling the large battle copter down with her. The
copter spun wildly, trying to shake free. Sheila raised her mammoth right arm
and delivered a savage blow to the top of the helicopter snapping several of
the rotors, leaving the others to spin sadly. She reared back, enjoying the
succulent moment, then delivered a second brutal blow which bent the craft
nearly in half. Sheila ripped open its top with her magnificent arms and
sucked what was left of the pilots into her cruel mouth.

The other copters had backed off for the moment, not wanting to fire on one of
their own. Now the remaining four opened up with everything they had. Sheila
stood firm in the face of their ass-out assault, spreading her lats and
inflating her chest, confident that their weapons would do nothing to her. She
let them have their shot, the heat of their weapons feeling good against her
brilliant skin. The pilots circled looking to see what they had wrought. Smoke
covered the parking lot from the barrage of rockets they had fired. The smoke
swirled violently then Sheila massive body appeared far closer than they had
expected, she was air-born again, having leapt through the smoke at the pack
of copters, she wrenched one from the pack by its tail and landed on the docks
smashing through the pier with her stupendous legs. This copter also fought
her and again fought fruitlessly. There was no stopping this mountain of
muscle and menace, not when she had you in her grasp. She raised the attack
copter over head with both arms and then demolished it against the smoking
cargo ship with one devastating swing. Sheila didn't even bother with the men
this time, she could feel their pain coursing through her, flooding her with
more power and fury.

The copters attacked again, committed to bring the Sheila Hulk down, but Queen
Kong was unaffected by their actions. They were making her bigger and badder
and stronger and meaner with each attempt. Sheila stood knee-deep in
destruction, surrounded by the debris of a ravaged cargo ship and a mangled
copter, not to mention the bodies of the men she hadn't bothered to consume.
The ones she was content merely to punish. Sheila waved the copters on; the
pilots stayed high, conscious of her ungodly leaping ability and
incomprehensible strength.

"You boys done yet? I hope not, 'cause I'm just getting started. Go ahead,
shoot your peashooters and firecrackers. You stupid little boys bringing toys
to a gunfight", with that Sheila hit another breathtaking double bi pose, her
peaks even more engorged than before. Sheila extended her long limber tongue
to tickle the right tip as she reveled in the moment before she brought these
helicopter-flying worms to their knees. "Now these are weapons. These darlings
can batter and punish, pulverize your whirlybirds to dust." Sheila pumped them
again, bringing them into a full piston- popping pose. "These are vengeance
and power. You are ants. Now come to Momma, let me beat the crap out of you."

The copters held their distance and fired. Sheila laughed, "Pussies. No
matter." Sheila kissed her bigger right bicep, "It's okay, baby, the boys are
just afraid of you. We'll teach them a lesson." She reached over to the cargo
ship and tore a chimney loose. With her left hand she scooped barrels that
were loose on the ship. She threw the barrels into her mouth and raised the
chimney quickly, breathed in deeply and blew a stream of barrels through the
chimney like makeshift blowgun. The barrels shattered the first copter -
filled with oil they combusted on impact with the hot rotors. The copter
plunged burning into the sea.

Sheila fired a second burst and the second copter burst into flames and
crashed nearly identically to the first. One copter remaining. Sheila dropped
the chimney into the surf, "Now, that's a peashooter, you pussies. What are
you gonna do now, sweetcheeks? I know you don't want any part of these,"
Sheila taunted as she raised her right arm in a victory pump.

The copter made a surprise move letting loose with all that it had left and
hurtling towards the mountainous Sheila with abandon. Sheila smiled, she had
broken him. She blasted her chest in a massive show of dominance as the copter
kamikazied toward her. Then Sheila raised her two killer arms to finish the
display, "Here you go, babies, Momma brought you a present." As the warbird
came within reach, Sheila brought her arms together and crushed it in a
massive bearhug, the flames from its destruction singed her skin lightly, like
a soft tan.

Sheila laughed in triumph. Rockets couldn't stop her, or bullets, helicopters
or police boats, "pathetic, puny worms", she chuckled. With that she turned
her attention to shore where whoever was left was fleeing haphazardly.
Sheila's eyes gleamed, "Where's everybody going, I'm just getting started."

End of Part Three