The Amazing and Terrible Growth of Sheila
by Mr. Squish
Power is intoxicating


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Sheila rubbed her belly. Her abs had expanded what with all of the sudden
dining. She was still hungry. The need to punish and cause pain fed this
hunger, driving her, a dark delicious pleasure, a once forbidden delight. No
more. Sheila was a Goddess and did as she liked. The docks lay deserted;
anyone with a car had fled. They hadn't gotten far. Up ahead the roads leading
to the bridge were congested, people desperately trying to stay alive.
Sheila's last display had made the bay area take notice; rumor had turned to
deadly reality.

Sheila stretched her thick back, cracked her mammoth neck and bounced her
mighty pecs. She stood over a hundred and fifty feet tall, yet unbelievably
agile for all of the dense muscle wrapped around her massive frame. She rubbed
her fire-tanned belly again, "Need more protein. Momma's gotta feed her
babies", she licked her lips as she took in the sight of her meaty forearms
and beefy biceps, "Look how they've grown." Sheila strode through the shallows
surveying the mangled dock and deserted shore. Abandoned boats drifted nearby,
but Sheila took no notice, she had found her next project. A mile ahead, a
bridge crossed part of the bay, a two-lane passage leading out of Sheila's
playground. It was jammed with cars hoping to escape. Sheila picked up her
pace, her stomach was growling.

The people hardly had time to react. Sheila's power-packed thighs closed the
mile in no time. She reached the bridge and her low blood-sugar pushed her to
feed immediately. The bridge rose to the height of Sheila's chest. She plucked
the cars from it like cans of peas off of the shelf at Shop Rite. She tore the
tops off with her teeth and downed the contents rapidly, flinging the empties
back over her shoulder into the water below. Blood smeared across her lips and
chin; she looked like a warrior of old: muscular and bold, her face coated in
battle paint stirred from the blood of her enemies. Sheila was lost in a
feeding frenzy, the access to all of this food was almost erotic; her nipples
were hard and so sensitive. When she brushed them with a car or the back of
her hand, it sent a wave of pleasure through her. If she didn't need her hands
to feed her, her fingers would have found the moistest spot on her body and
explored further.

BOOM!

Sheila was knocked backwards, caught off-guard by the suddenness of the
attack. A small battalion of National Guardsmen was on the move toward her;
several had dug in and were ready for a fight. One of their tanks had sent a
warning shot into the water, missing her by mere feet. A voice called out over
an intercom system, "Step away from the bridge and suspend your assault on the
citizens of this city. Surrender and you will not be harmed. Stop your
aggressive acts immediately if you wish to survive."

Sheila dropped the eviscerated cars in her hands. They fell loudly into the
water. Sheila was stunned.

"Now, step away from the bridge and the citizens," the voice continued, "Or
you will feel our collective military might."

Check that, Sheila was stunned and aroused. Her breaths were throaty and
primal. "Mmmm, you turn me on. Yeah, I find might so sexy, so, so, erotic, so
pleasurable. Mmmm", Sheila growled and fingered herself bringing herself
closer to a climax that had been building for awhile.

The voice was taken a back, "You like that?"

Sheila's abs were quivering, her nipples stuck out like rockets, moisture ran
down the inside of her thighs, "Ohhhh, yeah, stud, power turns me on. Immense
power, unstoppable power, the incredible mind-blowing power it takes to do
this", Sheila smiled devilishly as she raised her right arm from fondling her
muff, slid it underneath the bridge. Her forearm appeared on the other side
nearer to the national guardsmen. She raised her right fist in a pre-flex,
grabbed the right wrist with her left hand, then ripped into a monster biceps
flex; her mountainous right bicep exploded into the bridge, crushing cars and
people instantly. Sheila pulled harder, pumping more and more blood into her
colossally engorged python, clamping the titanic vice of her behemoth bicep
further into the bridge. The bridge shook violently, quaking and crumbling
before the bombardment of her obscenely pumped up muscle. In moments, the
man-made structure was shredded to bits. Cars and people fell like raindrops
into the bay.

Sheila released her frightening pose as her knees buckled and she came loudly,
her moan rumbled from her belly with such intensity, the guardsmen could only
stare. What had they witnessed? An eerie stillness filled the air, the
balls-out confidence they had exhibited moments earlier had left them.
Sheila's moan became laughter.

"You like that stud? That turn you on? Imagine what I could do if I was
actually mad. You see, I don't need any half-assed pop-guns. Not when I have
the twins", Sheila grinned fiendishly and bounced her tantalizing pecs. "No,
not these", she laughed; then showed off her arms again, "take a good look.
Don't you wish this was your tongue licking these brutes", she flicked her
supple tongue along their girth, enjoying their salty-smoky taste, "Mmmm, such
a strong and potent flavor, quite powerful. Well, you'll see."

The men in the guard readied themselves, their arms tensed, their bodies ready
for combat. The voice responded once more, with a bit less authority, "You've
done it now. Consider yourself history." With that the Guardsmen and their
weapons opened up on the towering muscle goddess. Sheila surprised her
attackers by moving quickly to her left, the tanks' shells all missing and
exploding harmlessly in the bay. Sheila wrestled more of the bridge free and
raised it over her head, her shoulders bulging enormously under the bridge's
significant weight. She let out a monstrous grunt and hurled the severed
bridge at her attackers. The guardsmen had been re-targeting their agile
opponent, hurriedly fixing for a second volley. Now they had to dodge the
nearly hundred feet of bridge flying towards them. Miraculously they did: the
tanks and machine gun-equipped hummers reacting quickly and maneuvered tightly
in retreat. As they settled and readied their response, Sheila was on them.

She charged full bore into their line. The hummers fired their armor- piercing
bullets with little effect. These, like the others before bounced with a
tickle off of Sheila's muscle-bound hide. Sheila felt like a force of nature
and slaughtered men with little regard to her own safety. Her estimation, that
closing the distance would eliminate the tanks' threat proved accurate. The
guardsmen had four at their disposal, none of which, presently, was doing them
a lick of good.

The twins, however, were doing their Momma proud. The force these arms could
produce was unbelievable. Sheila was emasculating the supposed might of the
military with her fists alone. A single blow from either proved enough to
eliminate the humvees from the battle. Sheila really enjoyed batting the tanks
about. They would turn and attempt to fire on her, but a blow from her
powerful arms, would knock them offline. After a pitched five minutes, Sheila
had flung most of the humvees into the bay, the ones she hadn't pulverized
with her terrifying fists, at least. At one point she had a pair of them in
her savage fists and mashed them together with such impact that she made one
out of the two.

The tanks actually fared far worse. They were a new sort of test for the
titan. Sheila wanted to see how tough they were: not very, not by her
standards. The first one she assaulted managed to clip her shoulder at close
range; a glancing shot that singed her skin, but little else. She felt it, but
it did not take her down. This bolstered her confidence and enraged her
further. How dare they try to harm her? She slapped the tank hard and it
flipped to its side. She yanked its cannon free and pummeled it until it
resembled a poor pile of tin. The next suffered a brief and brutal pounding
from her gargantuan legs. Her thighs flexed horribly with each blow, the tank
crumpled like a milk carton. The third she grabbed from behind and ripped
apart with her bare hands, pulling its treads off like shoelaces and its armor
plates apart like pieces of lego. When she got to the men, she let her teeth
do the work. The final tank squared off with her, thinking it might be a fair
fight. Not likely, Sheila bent its muzzle upward, instantly making it
impotent. She then stomped down on it heavily, planting it well into the
ground, before squatting over and delivering a golden shower upon its warped
and worthless body.

The voice was the last one left. He peaked from the turret just as Sheila was
finishing. She saw him out of the corner of her eye, "Pretty fucking hot. I
told ya", She pumped her big right bicep and kissed it sensually, "You're
getting hard just watching", Sheila knelt down beside the useless tank. "You
want to taste it so bad, run your tongue along all this power, feel it with
your puny weak arms. Well, come on. Live your fantasy", her seductive power
drew him out. She was so dominant, so perfect. He had to touch her. His cock
was rock hard as he climbed out and nervously touched the monster arm. Sheila
lowered it, to give him the best angle. He caressed the un-flexed peak. It was
so hard even un-flexed, he shot his load instantly, moaning loudly. "You
done?" spat Sheila. He nodded, ashamed. "Me too", and Sheila flexed crushing
the man between her bicep and forearm. She licked her bicep clean, "Power is
so tasty. I can't get enough."

End of Part Four