The Amazing and Terrible Growth of Sheila: Part Six
By Mr. Squish, mistersquish@yahoo.com
Vengeance is a Bitch!


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Sheila saw what she was up against, a sizeable number of ships, each one
loaded with heavy shells. Shells designed to take down a warship or a massive
behemoth like Sheila. The crater the first shell left was significant and
Sheila got the message right away. She crouched down, presenting a smaller
target. A second shell whistled over her head, a direct hit if she hadn't
taken action. It exploded fiercely. These babies could do some severe damage;
they might even bring Sheila down. She decided quickly on a course of action.

She took off, her powerful legs propelling her across the island. Shells
exploded around her. The ships had difficulty tracking her, she moved so
quickly for such a formidable creature. One shell caught her in the shoulder
before she climbed out of range. It burned and sent her reeling. She was right
to get away. These weapons packed a wallop. Sheila continued her retreat until
she reached the opposite side of the island. Expecting that she might be
surrounded, Sheila had decided to rush whatever opposition she might find, but
there was none. The navy had expected they had the firepower to bring her
down. They had figured there would be no escape. Well, they had figured wrong.

Sheila headed out into the ocean letting the soothing waters ease her burning
shoulder. She figured she could probably out-swim these battleships, but
eventually they would find her. She needed more bulk, more muscle, more
mind-blowing might. She wanted to rip these bitches apart, make them bow down
to their goddess. Sheila filled her monstrous lungs with air and dove under
water. She swam and swam until night fell and swam further until daybreak. She
swam lightly to the surface. Her head emerged from the heavy waves to find she
was deep at sea. She wasn't far from people, though. A mile or so ahead, a
cruise ship beat a path to a distant shore. Sheila laughed, "Mmm, fresh meat."
She lowered her head and swam quietly, following the ship's wake.

It took a day, but the ship finally closed in on its port. Sheila was filled
with hunger, her muscles coursed with anticipation. A little further and her
feet would touch ground, then the fun would start. She couldn't wait to see
how her incredible strength would match up against a ship this colossal.

Back on the island, Cher, the first disciple of the goddess Sheila, crawled
from beneath the wreckage of a crumpled jeep. She followed the path of her
divine one. The military was starting their search of the island. Cher ducked
to avoid the patrols until she found what she was looking for: the place where
they had drawn Sheila's blood. Cher stumbled upon a deep pool of it. It glowed
a deep, menacing red. It seemed alive, to almost pulse in the dawn's light.
Cher knelt down, scooped her hands deeply in it. It was sticky and warm, but
still liquid. Cher stole a glance around: no one was near. She dipped her face
down and drank; she drank of her goddess. She drank until she felt full and
dizzy. Then she fled before the hateful men would find her. She didn't make it
far until she felt an immense burning in her belly, like a million electrical
charges hitting all at once. She ducked under a grove of trees for cover and
steadied herself against the thickest one. The tree shook violently as her
grip on it tightened and her body reacted to the first throes of growth. Cher
had always dreamed of power. She was always a bit chubby, not lean and fit at
all. This was about to change.

Sheila and her newest plaything had neared enough to port for the real fun to
begin. Sheila rose from the depths and enjoyed how awesome she must appear to
these ants on shore and on the ship: she was both sexy and powerful, a very
deadly pairing. As the cool ocean water ran down her stunning body, her crotch
and her arms throbbed. The allure of pain and destruction were turning her on.
She could feel arms wanting the chance to show off, to please their mother.
Sheila would not neglect them, she purred to them while flexing them lightly,"
Ohhhh, you make your Momma so wet. You're so big now and powerful. Show Momma
how unstoppable you are. Crush these ants and demolish their puny weapons,
show them how weak they are. Show them what real fear is!" Sheila kissed and
licked her monstrous biceps and forearms, she aroused them to the point of
climax. A climax that was to happen now.

Sheila's gargantuan form surged forward through sea, creating violent waves
that rocked the cruise ship. These people had no idea what was coming. The
ship stood as tall as Sheila, but had no means of defense save for its
enormous size and bulk. Sheila saw herself reflected against the fine glass of
the liner's side, god she looked magnificent. Her long her flowed wildly, like
a great beast's mane, her eyes burned like piercing torches and her body
dwarfed any that had come before it, stacked with muscle and immeasurable
power, topped with a chest that aroused and intimidated all at once. Sheila
massaged her ample breasts, her nipples stuck out like torpedoes at the
attention they were getting. She rubbed her clit, moaned as some cum flowed
out. She felt her boulder-sized shoulder, it was still tender from where it
had been hit, but appeared to be healing rapidly. The wound reformed her
rage," You little shits. You tried to hurt me with your navy. You tried to
trap me. Too fucking bad, it didn't work. Remember this while I rip your
shit-ass party boat to shreds: vengeance is a bitch, but there ain't no bitch
badder and mightier than me." Sheila flexed one gun then the other in all
their glory. She whispered to them as if they were lovers, "Go ahead, have
some fun." Her tongue trailed across the right biceps' peak causing it to
swell and thicken unmercifully.

Her juggernaut right arm opened up on the liner, hitting its side with a
deafening blow, unleashing a ton of pent up fury. Glass splintered and steel
curled inward as Sheila's fist left a massive imprint in the "Darling Sea"'s
side. The screams were intoxicating to her. Sheila stepped back to admire her
handiwork. Her stomach rumbled expectantly. Fear filled the air as Sheila
struck a kick-boxer's pose and unloaded a tremendous roundhouse kick into the
liner's rear, her thickly striated thigh driving her foot easily through the
reinforced steel. The liner's end displayed a massive gash. Sheila's stomach
sounded off louder as the screams built from both the ship and the shore. The
liner was doing its best to escape, but in shallow waters, it had limited
mobility, just as Sheila had thought.

Queen Sheila rubbed her eight-pack stomach suggestively, licked her lips as
her eyes darkened warning of what was to come. Sheila readied for an all out
assault on the liner, but something brushed against her leg. She looked down.
It was another of those idiotic police boats. It fired its machine guns at her
with abandon. She hadn't even felt them, the bullets were so pathetic. In one
swift motion, she smashed the ship savagely with her big right arm. It
disappeared beneath the waves with little protest.

Sheila looked around, several more had joined in the attempt to repel her.
They simply had no idea what they were up against. The titaness waded toward
them. They continued to fire. She laughed and strode purposefully onward. She
stopped a moment and tried to feel the bullets, they now felt like grains of
sand blowing across her at the beach. God, their incredible weakness made her
horny. She reached out and grabbed a boat in each fist. She raised one up, bit
the top off as effortlessly as if she were opening a cupcake wrapper, then
downed the contents in one gulp. She shattered the boat in her vise-like grip
as if it were an empty soda can and dropped it thoughtlessly in the ocean. She
continued like that until all eight ships were history. The liner had used
this diversion to try to reverse its course and flee to the open ocean, but
the wasting of the police boats had only taken minutes. Sheila unleashed a
horrible belch. She wiped the blood from her lips with the back of her hand
and turned back to business.

Cher's body felt like it was on fire, her muscles convulsed and she sweated
terribly. She blacked out and crumpled to the ground. When she awoke, she was
so thirsty. She was kind of pissed about it too. She stood up, steadied
herself against the tree she had been gripping before. It wobbled as she
pressed her weight against it. This was odd; it had seemed so sturdy before.
She pushed against it and it bent heavily. That's when Cher realized, her arms
were much bigger than before. She looked down at her legs, where once they had
been pudgy, they were now solid and thick. Her stomach was more toned and her
chest was full and feminine with muscle underneath. She felt her shoulders and
they were broader than before as was her back. She flexed her new arms and
though they weren't bodybuilder big and ripped, nice meaty biceps had grown,
now they just needed to be fed.

Cher stepped into the sunlight, the blood pool lay before her. She caught her
reflection in it. She was bigger now, certainly, but also more sensual and
more primal. Her hair hung in wild ringlets where before it was just kinky.
Her lips and eyes flashed hunger, her tongue darting out naturally to taste
the air. She couldn't help herself, she began to pose and turn herself on with
her newfound strength. A gift from her Goddess, one she would never forget.
Her skirt and tank top had torn from the sudden change in her body, but before
she could address this, Cher heard voices close in, they were turning in from
the trees up ahead. She quickly figured a hiding spot, if these were soldiers
she didn't want to risk being shot.

The liner gunned its engines, shifted them into overdrive. No matter how hard
they tried, these engines would never outrun Sheila. The challenge of stopping
this huge ship really turned her on. She growled lustily and rushed at it. The
first rocket hit her in the neck. It hurt. Within seconds, Sheila was
overwhelmed with explosions. The rockets hit her everywhere. She turned toward
the port. It was overrun with army. This time they had bigger guns and more
potent explosives. These rockets were twice the size of the others. Sheila
felt them all over. They fired with abandon at the colossus. They had the
benefit of surprise and had sighted their target well. Nearly every rocket hit
its target. The concussion and number of explosions created a massive haze.
Sheila was lost amongst it. The rocket launchers struggled to re-sight, an
impossible task until the smoke blew off. A southern breeze helped and within
minutes the smoke had cleared. Sheila, however, was gone.

The harbor was still, nothing moved. The giantess had escaped again. The
current was pulling lightly toward the docks. The soldiers relaxed. Minutes
had passed and no part of the monstrous woman had been spotted. She had
probably swum off to deeper waters. The current strengthened its pull on the
docks, the tide was settling in, the boards and beams shook lightly. The men
pulled out smokes, candy bars, a few snapped open beers. They'd be stuck
holding this position for hours until word came in that officially the threat
had passed. These hours would tick by slowly. The docks strained as a few
harder waves rolled in. A few of the men felt their legs tremble as the waves
hit more stiffly. Still no sign.

The fists hit first, as the giantess rose from the water. She smashed through
the docks and leapt onto the shore. Men flew through the air, jeeps and rocket
launchers too. Sheila landed heavily, throwing the men and their machines
off-balance. She roared mightily and began the first assault. Her body was
magnificent, pock-marked with powder burns, the residue of the recent rocket
attack. She raged like a potent she-leopard. Her fists were devastating. She
grabbed a rocket launcher and pressed it into a ball, her pecs hopping with
the effort, the veins in her arms and neck, pulsing with power. She scooped up
men in her hands and downed them like raisinets while they desperately tried
to stop her with their pistols and rifles.

The next launcher she stripped apart like a roll of string cheese, pulling the
rockets to pieces and crushing the men with her fingers before swallowing them
whole. At this range, the rocket launchers were useless. They had no time to
aim and Sheila showed the men what she intended to do to the navy the next
time she saw them. She raised the lot of them with her bare hands. Bedlam
reigned at the docks. Sheila pounded anything that moved. She grew and grew as
the men shrank and shrank in number. Much of the force retreated, hoping to
regroup and launch a counter-attack that the giantess would never forget.
Sheila realized what they were up to and was too cunning to let it pass. But
first, a little fun.

A town loomed ahead, why not terrorize it? Sheila felt her new mass, she
flexed her significant chest. She laughed at the stupidity of these men. With
every new attack, the larger and more powerful she became. They'd never learn.
Sheila started toward the buildings on the outskirts of town. A few stood
tall. These were most interesting. She felt her muff, it was still tingling
and wet from the excitement of the fight. It like the hair on her head had
grown out wildly. It felt thick and sticky to the touch, the after-effects of
erotic power. She walked with loose confidence, the stride of the truly
mighty. She reached the first building, smashing her feet down on any cars
that got in her way, treating them like annoying bugs, which of course, they
were.

She paused as she glimpsed herself again in the glass. The building was larger
than her, but there was no question which was more deadly. Without a doubt
Sheila was in love with herself, the stupendous being she had become. The very
sight and feel of her own muscles made her wet; the expectation of the amazing
things they could do. She played with her nipples again; she had become
hyper-aware of her erogenous zones and all points of stimulation. They were
perfect, thick and hard and sooo suckable. What man wouldn't want these in his
mouth?

Sheila tapped at the glass with her finger. The people inside took notice.
Some screamed, some fled; others just stared at the remarkable creature
stalking them. Something exploded against Sheila's ankle. Not painful, just
loud enough to be noticeable. She looked down. Several trucks had formed a
barricade. Behind them a militia had gathered, intent on bringing Sheila down.
She smiled, this town provided their own catering, "Mmmm, big beefy men, my
favorite. I'll bet you taste gooood." They opened fire, concerned that she
might be serious about eating them. They fired round after round, threw
grenades, launched rockets, threw molitav cocktails and makeshift bombs with
no effect. Sheila smiled when they had finished, "Ouch. You boys are scary
with your bombs and guns. But, now, little men, it's my turn."

Sheila leaned down and inhaled deeply. Her chest expanded, her massive breasts
stood at full attention. She exhaled directly at the barricade. The force of
her breath was like a hurricane. Men tumbled down the street, their guns
flying out of their hands. The trucks rocked and rolled, buffeted by the heavy
winds. She laughed at their impotence, "You see, boys, that's a blow. My
fucking breath is more powerful than those little shit-shooters you call guns.
You want to see something armor-piercing, look at this." She flexed her right
arm and the bicep swelled larger than before, "There ain't nothing more
devastating," she boasted. Then turned and slammed the tank-buster into the
building. The steel girders crunched and folded against the sudden impact. She
punched again and again and again with her impossibly muscular arms. The
building was nothing against such abuse. It swayed and teetered like an old
woman trying to navigate a frozen lake. Sheila pummeled her way through it, it
collapsed around her. She ripped the rest apart with her bare hands, squashing
the fleeing people like bugs beneath her over-sized feet.

Her heart beat rapidly as the growth surged through her. The militia had
returned and opened fire again, desperately hoping to be heroes. Bad choice,
Sheila was mid-aggro and ready to do more damage. She taunted the little
pathetic runts, "Ain't you just like my bitches, always hungry for another
slap." It only lasted a minute or so, but the battle was definitive. Sheila
reared back and kicked the first truck. It flew wildly through the air for a
block, crashed into a building and burst into flames. She grabbed the second
and lifted it in the air, flirted with the miniscule weekend warriors inside,
"You boys like a good titty fuck? I know I sure do. And I gots a major league
rack, some nice fat tittys, right here. Let me show you." Sheila slid the
truck between her bulbous basketballs and pressed them firmly together, "Now,
don't be shy. Be a little rough, I like it that way." She squashed the truck
flat. It fell sadly to the ground, mangled man and machine. She slid her
fingers inside of her, arched her back and chuckled, "Just like a bitch, fuck
and run." The third truck took off. Sheila heard it, she pulled her fingers
out, licked them clean and strode to the nearby water tower. She thought for a
second, thoughts of murder gave way to pleasure and she squatted down, letting
the tower slide into her swollen pussy. Her lips opened wider to welcome its
cool firm girth. It fit perfectly. Sheila rode it slowly at first, feeling its
full length and width. Her hips bucked as her pace quickened and her body
exploded; the first drips of cum leaking out onto the parking lot below.

Sheila finally found some solid release. If only she had a real cock to play
with instead of this man-made crap. But for the time, it would have to do.
When she came, her powerful thighs and vaginal muscles crushed the tower like
a soup can. This was the sight that awaited the tanks as they turned the
corner into the outskirts of town: a monstrous fucking orgasm.

End of Part Six.