The Amazing and Terrible Growth of Sheila: Part Five
By Mr. Squish, mistersquish@yahoo.com
Bigger, badder and bulkier


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Sheila was feeling it and it was good. A small dose of military had just had
their asses whooped, but still, she wondered what if the tanks had been able
to target her with their potent shells, would they have brought her down?
Maybe, but there was one way to solve this problem: get bigger, denser and
harder. Sheila looked at the mess she had made of the National Guard; massaged
her thick arms as she relived the ecstasy of destroying these tanks with her
own hands.

She chuckled as she strode back to the scene of her previous conquest: the
badly battered bridge. People had abandoned their cars and were fleeing on
foot across the bridge, Sheila's bicep crush having decimated one section;
another section having been torn free and thrown in her rage at the National
Guard. Sheila stormed towards the mounting exodus, her massive legs pounding
through the surf. When the muscle beast reached the flood of refugees, she set
to scaring the crap out of them.

She bellowed at them, a terrifying giantess with a chiseled body that coursed
with unimaginable strength. Indeed she seemed to visibly pulse with power.
"Where are you running too? You can't hide from me. You can't stop me. You see
this?" she couldn't help but hit some bad-ass poses. Hell, she had the body
for it. She leaned into a double arm blast, fist to fist, her upper body
erupting, almost doubling in size. Her traps filled out with astounding mass,
her shoulders thickened into awesome boulders, her pectorals expanded
abundantly and her lats spread themselves like an impenetrable shield. She
turned and gave the crowd the full effect of her amped-up lats and quads.

"You hear this?" she shouted as she slapped at her bulk, each blow echoing
like a loud canon shot. "This is might. This is muscle like you have never
seen. Nothing can protect you, nothing can save you. These toys you send to
stop me break so easily. Those tanks popped apart like legos. I eat your
soldiers, crush their weak weapons and grow bigger and badder, meaner and
madder. Keep 'em coming, you stupid little worms, nothing makes me hotter than
showing you just how puny and insignificant you are!" and with that Sheila
lifted another section free, hoisted it over her head and flung it into the
bay, killing hundreds at once. She used her overwhelming arms to crush the
next section, slamming her mighty fists down from overhead in a sick display
of sheer brute force. The adjoining section was toppled by the girth of her
sexy legs, two well-delivered kicks obliterated it in seconds.

The people ran, did their best to escape, but where could they go to flee this
raging she-beast?

Sheila paused to consider which weapon to showcase next. The need to devour
had passed for the moment; massive slaughter was more fulfilling and spurring
her growth far more rapidly. A thought struck her and she turned her back to
the bridge and slammed her spectacular ass down on the masses. She pancaked
cars and people, the bridge straining to hold her overwhelming bulk. Then she
thumped her gorgeous glutes down a second time and the bridge gave, snapping
into rubble like a stale cracker. Sheila's monstrous demolition had pushed her
body to even more impressive size, now over two hundred feet tall and massive
beyond belief, she was even more dominant.

Little of the bridge was left at this point and Sheila Hulk had become
distracted by an island across the bay. She waded towards it, fascinated to
know how quickly she could decimate it. It was populated, had boats docked
around it, houseboats by the look of them. This would be fun. Sheila cracked
her thick knuckles, stretched her back and readied herself for a solid round
of pain and punishment. Like a massive emissary of death, Sheila strode
confidently toward the vacation homes.

The waves generated by Sheila's absurdly beefy legs smacked vigorously against
the boats on the dock, a warning of what was to come. Sheila laughed as she
thought to herself, "A Goddess is only as powerful as the punks she punishes
and the shit she breaks." Something to keep in mind.

As Sheila closed in on the docks she knew she wanted to keep everyone on the
island, the "more pain more gain" philosophy taken to the literal extreme.
There didn't seem to be much going on at the moment. There really should be
more bustle; some kind of activity. It seemed strange. Sheila was no fool, but
she was more confident and more brazen now. The pencil-dicks' weapons were
pathetic. Why should she worry? Her bulging babies and her brutish thighs had
more than enough firepower to bring down anything they might challenge her
with. Their bullets were as potent as grains of sand, their rockets as harmful
as rubber balls thrown by toddlers.

Sheila wasted little time. She launched a full-on demolition of the boats.
They were far too flimsy to withstand the sort of abuse Sheila dealt out. Her
monstrous legs crushed the small fishing boats with ease, her feet smashing
them into splinters. The larger houseboats Sheila picked up and flung inland
fracturing and squashing the vacation bungalows that dotted the beach and
shallow hills. She laughed gleefully as she mutilated these rich bitches
"investments". The yachts she reserved for the twins, punching them into dust
with her colossal arms. Still no people, though. It didn't matter, this was
pretty fucking sweet.

She smiled as she made this bit of civilization history. She dealt out
destruction like a master. She'd never been as good at anything as she was at
this. She was getting wet again. King Kong never brought this much
devastation, only Queen Sheila. She had ripped apart most of the docks when
she saw a tiny figure running toward her, waving its arms, hoping to get her
attention. Sheila stopped pummeling the yachts for a moment and listened. The
voice was tiny, yet respectful, "Goddess, please, you must leave! This is a
trap. They want to ambush you and kill you. You must run! Get out of here!"

Sheila grinned, how sweet, a teenage girl worried about her Goddess. It was
how it should be. She spoke gently, so as not to frighten her subject, "What
is your name, girl?" The teenager swallowed hard, "Cher, your highness," she
replied with all of the confidence she could muster. "Thank you, Cher, for
your warning. Now get yourself to someplace safe. I wouldn't want my subject
hurt when I rip the shit out of these stupid, fucking men and their crappy
weapons. No one threatens a giantess. Now, go, before the ass-whuppin starts!"
and with that Sheila turned to scan the bay around her, looking for her
attackers. Cher disappeared the way she had come.

For moments, nothing happened. "Just like these rodents, pussing out when
confronted with real might," Sheila laughed to herself. She reached down and
crushed a live bait shop with her fist. Just then, a bevy of sirens sounded.
Sheila rose to her full height. Her heart pounded, her muscles thickened in
anticipation. Instantly, the air filled with rockets. A dozen or so launchers
revealed themselves from among the islands brush. Rockets exploded loudly with
concussive pops against the colossus's thick hide. They were harmless. They
felt warm and tingly to Sheila, like a massage before mind-blowing sex. Her
muscles bounced with delight, they felt the surge of adrenalin and man-eating
aggression flood through them. Sheila taunted the army before her. Men rushed
among the trees, firing their puny guns. Tanks fired their once potent shells.
They smacked hard against the thick plates of muscle that protruded from
Sheila's chest. Sheila felt the blows like rabbit punches, but these shells no
longer had the strength to breach Sheila's titanic hide. She steeled her body
and the shells exploded loudly, doing little harm.

She glared through the smoky residue, "Don't you know it's rude to attack a
goddess? You sad little boys with your tinker toys; it looks like Momma's
gonna have to put you naughty little bitches into a time out, permanently."
Sheila took a moment to impress, she hulked herself out, displaying every bit
of her monstrous muscular growth. Sheila was really feeling it, her muscles
coursed with vibrant power, her hormones raged, "Get ready for the pain,
boys," the titaness laughed as she stormed the beach.

The army pounded her with everything they had, but what they had, fell short
by far. They had misjudged how terrifically strong their foe had become and
how merciless and cruel she was. Sheila was savage and thorough in her
onslaught. She ripped that island apart with her bare hands and gargantuan
legs. Rocket launchers were torn to pieces by her engorged pipes, men crushed
beneath her devastating footsteps, squished to jelly between her sexy giantess
toes. She shook the men from their jeeps into her waiting maw, feeding her
bloodlust with the sweaty protein of the platoons fleeing her. She tore their
puny vehicles to pieces with her thick powerful fists, shredding them like
cheap tin, crushing them like so many empty beer cans.

Truly this was a mismatch, not the ambush Sheila had been warned of. Sheila
paused, stretched, and waited for the smoke of devastation to clear a moment.
The rockets and gunfire had trickled to pathetic, inconsistent flurries.
Sheila slapped her taut belly like the great beast she was, feeling the
fullness of her power before crushing the remainder of her impotent foes. She
let loose a horrible victory cry and beat her ample breasts with her rippling
arms. She stomped her great legs and felt the crumbling island shake a bit.
The rest of the troops did their best to hide, diving behind what little cover
remained. In her fury she had battered the man-made hills and outlooks on the
island nearly flat. Great craters littered the ground where she had yanked
chunks loose to hurl at her weak-kneed attackers.

Sheila flexed her neck; its newfound thickness was highly erotic to her.
Indeed, every muscle in her body exuded raw power. Her body was coated with a
raw sexy mixture of sweat, blood and earth. It made her look even more fierce
and even bulkier than before or maybe she was growing again. Whatever, there
were more punks to pound. Sheila reached down and pulled a thirty foot tall
barbed wire fence from around the island's power source. Her eyes pulsed a
pleasured red as she wrapped its length around her neck and formed a hardcore
choker, that seemed to symbolize the sort of Goddess she had become: one of
relentless fury and cold-hearted devastation.

The men had disappeared. Sheila scanned the debris, looking for any signs of
movement, but the island had grown unbelievably still. She flexed her muscles
as her eyes searched. Nothing. The dead were dead and many were in her belly.
There weren't any wounded. Sheila was thorough. Nothing moved until the first
shell hit. It exploded into the island with astounding force. Sheila turned.
Finally, the navy had come. It was the ambush she had been warned about.

End of Chapter Five