The Amazing and Terrible Growth of Sheila: Part Nine
By Mr. Squish, mistersquish@yahoo.com
Jets break, don't they, Sarge?


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Sheila stormed through the town, battering the shit out of the buildings she
found. She felt incredible: incredibly strong, incredibly unstoppable and
incredibly horny. Her muscle domination of these worms filled her with
insatiable lust for more: more size, more power and more destruction.

Nothing these little worms built could withstand her thunderous muscle. She
fantasized about bigger showdowns to come, where she single-handedly punished
the navy, destroying them with her bulging biceps and powerhouse pecs.
Crushing the hopes of the ants and making them wholly submissive to her will.
"Soon," she told herself as she played with her thick arms, then flicked her
engorged clit with her fingertips.

All this destruction and domination made her think of her friend from the gym,
Brandi, a true muscle beast and badass bitch. These little fucks didn't
realize how good they had it with Sheila. If Brandi were here instead she'd
bring cruelty and bullying to an unbelievable level. Brandi was a muscle stud.
She had the kind of body, Sheila had only dreamed of before her mind-blowing
transformation.

Brandi would tell her stories of "nut-busting", stories that were so full of
muscle lust and domination, Sheila would fantasize about being Brandi and many
times fingered herself to a climax while dreaming of being the powerful
bitch-goddess. Brandi would pick a guy in the gym to fuck with. Most of the
guys were turned on by her and were desperate to worship her thick, curvy
muscles. Brandi was strong like a power-lifter and carried her brawny body
with grace and intense confidence. She'd pick a guy who'd be a bit of a
challenge, then flirt with him: giving him a good look at her packed abs,
maybe wearing a thong to workout in under her sweats, then peel the pants off
in front of him when they were the only ones around. She'd flaunt her
glistening muscles while she worked out, flexing erotically, sensually moving
through her routines. She radiated virility and raw power; knowing how strong
and desirable she was made Brandi dangerous to men and women alike.

She'd get the chosen guy to a state where she was the only one he'd think
about (not hard if you ever saw her). When he was banging his girlfriend, he'd
be thinking of Brandi and her broad canon-ball shoulders and her solid,
bowling ball glutes, not to mention breasts that were succulent and full like
summer melons. Then she'd deliver the knock-out blow. She'd wait till he was
home, ready to get it on with the wife or the girl friend, then she'd bust the
door in and beat the shit out of the guy, dominating him and emasculating him
in front of his girl, 'til the girl was so aroused by Brandi's show of power,
she'd be beating on the guy too. When they'd finished humiliating him they'd
please each other, over and over, aroused by how weak this man was and how
insanely dominant and erotic Brandi and her thick destructive hard body was.
"Nut-busting": Sheila really got off on Brandi's stories.

Too bad Brandi wasn't here to see this or better yet, be part of it. What a
team they would make. "Hmmm", Sheila wondered, "maybe I should look her up."

Up ahead, Sheila saw her newest playthings: an airport and it looked busy. The
jet Sheila had followed was touching down. Sheila smashed through the
buildings lining the edge of the furthest terminal. Her pussy was tingling in
anticipation. Her muscles twitched and pulsed with raw power. She clenched and
unclenched her fists, reflexively brought her muscles to a bulky pump. What
lay ahead made her wet: a nice showdown. She had stumbled on a military
build-up, a mobilization underway of the air national guard and the state
police. Rows upon rows of jets and helicopters were prepping to strike the
massive muscle woman. Tough luck for them that Sheila found them first.

Sheila reared back and let out a horrific battle cry. She leaned into a
chest-blasting power-flex; then beat her engorged pecs with a primal ferocity.
The men on the tarmac scattered. They ran to planes, copters, armored hum-vees
and makeshift battle wagons. Sheila's terrifying bulk was met with a volley of
assorted weaponry. She strode into battle bigger and badder than ever. Over
three hundred feet of murderous muscle, Sheila was an army unto herself. The
jets and copters might be loaded with exceptional firepower, but things as
they were, they might not be able to lift off and use it.

The initial wave of bullets and canon fire did little to slow the titaness.
The bullets turned to powder against her dense hide, the inferior shells burst
like finger poppers. Sheila-hulk laughed as she stepped powerfully onto the
tarmac. Her thighs rippled with immeasurable might. The concrete cracked and
broke underneath her magnificent strides. The jeeps and hum- vees raced at her
hoping to buy time for the aircraft to take-off. She crushed some beneath her
feet: her weight splattering them like day-old bananas. She could smell and
taste the fear in the air; it made her nipples jut out from her breasts like
torpedoes.

Sheila reached down and plucked a jeep with her fist, "Just like you fucking
twerps, sending toys that my titties could crush instead of real muscle.
Muscle that could do something like this." Sheila crumpled the jeep loaded
with rockets in her fist like an egg, but instead of yolk, little bits of man
leaked out. "You think this shit can stop me? I'm gonna fucking waste them
like a bear with a box of worms," and Sheila grabbed a couple more and smashed
them flat against her chest. As she closed the distance on the jets, she began
throwing the jeeps and hum-vees at the slowly departing aircraft. A few of the
jets exploded before they'd had a chance to join the fight. Others smashed
into each other in their haste to get airborne. All the while, Sheila grew
bulkier and more darkly lustful. Her eyes burned a hateful red. Sheila flexed
amidst the mayhem, enjoying the intoxicating panic she was causing. Her arms
swelled larger and fuller. Sheila knew just how to put them to the best use.
One jet took off too low and could not right itself quick enough. Sheila
swatted it from the sky with a solid blow from her monstrous right arm. The
jet crashed at her feet. Sheila lifted the burning battered wreck over her
head.

"You see, I can smash your pussy planes from the sky like they were made of
paper. You cannot stop me. I'll rip your pathetic air force apart like I did
your weak-ass tanks, with my bare hands and bulging biceps. Then I'll sink
your navy like the fucking bunch of twatty little bath toys they are. I am
mighty. I am a Goddess. I am power and destruction. You are nothing but
playthings to me. Watch," with that Sheila's muscles expanded with fury as she
mashed the fighter jet into a ball with her devastating upper body. She tossed
the ball aside and slapped her belly as she laughed, "Alright, who else wants
a taste of my meat." Sheila flexed her thick right arm and taunted the ants
scurrying around her. She grabbed another jet that was desperately trying to
take off by her. She held it by its tail. The engines fired up, hoping to pull
free. The flame scorched Sheila's hand. She brought down her right arm
angrily, stopping the fighter dead in its tracks. Sheila's fists were truly
lethal. One blow seemed to be enough to put these warbirds out of commission,
but Sheila was about total muscular domination, just like her old friend
Brandi. Sheila raised both of her fists above her head and brought them down
viciously on the crippled craft. It crumpled pathetically at her feet. Sheila
rose to her full height and let loose another horrifying battle cry. She was
feeling it now, pre-cum dripped from her pussy, spit flew from her lips.
Sheila was just getting started.

At this point, several of the copters had lifted off and a handful of the
fighter jets, but they were reluctant to fire any heavy weapons in case they
missed. They didn't want to harm any of their own, a huge mistake. They
circled unloading rounds of bullets into Sheila. As before, the bullets were
as harmful as sand to the monstrous muscle beastess. She barely noticed them.
She continued her lethal assault on the grounded aircraft. Sheila brought her
vicious muscle to bear on a transport plane. She licked her luscious lips as
she saw the massive plane slowly making its way to the safety of a nearby
hangar. Maybe this would be a test for her potent muscles. She flexed her
traps and lats, stalking the plane as if it were a weaker wrestler crawling to
the safety of the ropes. Sheila strutted, the dominant bruiser confident of
the pain she was ready to deal.

Sheila overtook the plane and straddled it ,she wrapped her arms around its
front. The plane was overloaded with troops waiting to join the fight.
Suddenly, they had become part of a massacre. "See how weak and pathetic you
are. You can't even stop me from crushing your douchebag friends. Watch how
easy this is, when you have real muscle at your command, "Sheila mocked the
weak military as she savagely bent the nose of the plane back on itself. Her
arms bulged and expanded terrifyingly as the Sheila-Hulk pulled the plane
apart at its seams. The pressure with which she pulled was insane. The rigid
steel came apart in her hands, tearing free in sheets like the husk off of an
ear of corn. She laughed as she decimated the large transport. The remaining
jeeps and hum-vees raced at the giantess, their inferior guns blazing. "You
stupid little pricks, you think your guns can stop someone who can do this?"
and Sheila crushed the remainder of the plane's body between her vice-like
thighs.

Several more planes were making their way to take off. Sheila growled deeply,
"Nobody leaves unless I say so." She reached down and grabbed more of the
lame-ass jeeps and hurled them at the waiting fighters. She knocked several
off course, stripping them of landing gear or the odd wing or tail- piece.
Then Sheila moved in for the kill, pounding her thunderous legs into the
writhing planes and stomping them flat. "Fucking weaklings. I will do as I
please with your shit weapons and tin foil military." She grabbed another jet
by its tail and flexed her right thigh, revealing its terrible girth in all of
its glory. She swung the plane down on the mammoth leg. The steel frame
dented, buckled and broke against an adversary that thick and impenetrable.
She slammed the plane against her thick thigh again and again. The overmatched
plane bent and tore and broke brutally. It fell in pieces to the tarmac below.
Sheila flexed her stunning thigh in an erotic show of muscle power. "See, so
weak, so fucking worthless, your wimpy jets. My thigh: fucking monstrous,
fucking huge, fucking unstoppable." She grabbed another crippled plane by its
tail and bounced her pecs seductively, taunting the men before smashing the
jet to pieces against her dense, mighty chest, "See, my fucking tits are
monsters too!"

The encircling aircraft had seen enough. They realized they needed to act if
they were going to stop this one-sided slaughter. They sent off a flurry of
rockets that slammed into Sheila, hitting her all over. Sheila was bigger and
thicker and broader than when she faced the war-copter and its heavy payload
earlier. She felt these babies, alright, but Sheila was mid- carnage and these
rockets hurt, but mostly they made her really freaking mad. The initial volley
knocked Sheila off-stride. She staggered into the terminal, then steadied
herself as her attackers came round for a second pass. As they bore down and
sent off another volley, Sheila dropped down, coiling her powerful thighs and
calves in a taut crouch. Most of the rockets flew harmlessly over head as the
copters and jets veered left or right to avoid her reach. They had forgotten
about her colossal legs and their amazing ability. She sprang from the tarmac
and leapt at the passing jets swatting two with her outstretched arms. She
landed right near the fallen fighters, ready to finish them off. Several
copters turned at her hoping to blast her away from the stricken planes and
enable the pilots' escape. Their rash intentions sealed their fates. Sheila
reached down and grabbed a stray fuel truck, tore the tank open and poured the
contents into her hungry mouth.

She stepped on one of the downed planes to steady it while she ripped one of
its wings off. The wing was burning, its engine having caught fire. Sheila
flexed, expecting another round of rockets. She figured she'd let her bulky
muscle mass endure the brunt of their firepower, while she eradicated these
annoying gnats. The rockets hit hard, but Sheila stood firm and as the copters
moved in too close before fanning off, she raised the burning wing near her
mouth and exhaled deeply, breathing a mouthful of jet fuel into the exposed
flame. Her handheld blowtorch engulfed the copters in a steady fountain of
fire. Their rotors bent and the helicopters plummeted earthward.

Her other attackers held their distance; the tarmac was awash in flames and
Sheila was standing tall, beating the shit out of anything that moved. Sheila
saw movement in the nearby hangar, more planes were hoping to mobilize
discreetly to join the fight. Sheila laughed, "Dumb little shits, they can't
help themselves. They make it so easy to wipe them out." She squatted over the
burning copters and peed on them, dousing their flames. She pressed one over
her head; then hurled it at the hangar and its line of escapees. The crumpled
copter body sent the departing craft into disarray. They spun into each other,
disabling themselves. Leaving them like lambs for the slaughter.

"What'cha gonna do now, shitwits? You fucked with the wrong Goddess," Sheila
scooped up a copter that had fallen on its side, bending its rotors. She held
it in her mighty right arm, then spun in an impressive arc like an
Olympic-level discus thrower and flung the warbird toward the jets who had
decided moments earlier to resume their attack before all was lost. The copter
sliced through them like a hot knife through butter, a trio of fighters burst
into flame and crashed into the tarmac. Little of the force was left, some
scattered jets and copters attempted to dodge the wreckage to take flight and
a handful remained in the skies. So man lay battered and burning on the
tarmac. The giantess by all accounts was having her way with them.

Sheila strutted like the pure muscle beast she was, driven by lust and power;
she stood nearly three hundred and fifty feet tall, every battle made her that
much mightier, that much more unstoppable. The people just didn't seem to get
it. Queen Kong hoisted another of the wounded battlecopters from the ground
and swung it down on the hangar like a pick- axe, slashing the building open,
savagely gutting it with the copter's dense body. Stockpiles of fuel exploded,
trapped craft banged against each other trying to escape, but once they'd been
exposed to the Giantess' wrath, she was committed to crushing them.

Sheila's body was rocked with another barrage of rockets. She shook off the
attack, then set about her next piece of business, depleting the reserves.
Sheila continued with the hangar. She tossed the worn out copter she'd been
using as a war club aside and tore the rest of the roof off of the building.
Another barrage of missiles struck her. Sheila growled and hulked herself out
more fiercely than before. Her upper body was colossal and rippling with rage
and mega-muscle. She turned at the fighters and roared. They veered off not
sure how to proceed; these rockets were not doing the trick. This overgrown
bitch was bad.

"Is that all you got? You gonna stop me with spitballs? Momma's got guns! Big,
thick, battle cannons!" Sheila flexed hard, she was so into it now, her pussy
lips had become thick and her aroma filled the air. She was getting off on her
own musky scent. She licked her pythons, corded with striated muscle and
packed with mind-blowing power. Sheila's long lithe tongue played with her
pumped arms. "Bring it on you limp-dicked fucks. There ain't nothing you
pusses got that these babies can't break!" Sheila set about pulling the
aircraft apart piece by piece. She slid one copter between her thighs, then
closed them and flexed tightly. The copter splattered like a ripe melon. Her
knees buckled at the display of power. You better come up with a new plan,
'cause I am wiping your shit out," Sheila raised her expansive arms for full
effect, then swung them down with shivering force onto the mass of planes and
copters stowed in the hangar. She put on a display of mind-blowing destruction
and quickly liquidated any reinforcements this strike force hoped to mobilize.

Sheila, massive and magnificent in her primal rage, grabbed a pair of jets by
their tails and swung them together, again and again, battering them to bits.
Sheila crushed aircraft with her gargantuan legs, clobbered them with her
meaty fists; tore them, shredded them, wrenched them apart like they were
meaningless, like they were cheap model kits built of spit, glue and
third-rate plastic.

More of the rockets bombarded her resilient hide, but she was even bigger now,
more primal and these she barely felt. She shrugged off the attack as if she
hardly noticed. She had smashed nearly every bit of weaponry flat. Sheila was
hunched over crushing jeeps and hum-vees in her fists, enjoying every bit of
power that flowed through her thickening dynamo of a body. The copters flew in
low hoping to strike her in the kidneys, by getting in close they might
actually harm the titaness. Sheila turned quickly into their assault leading
with her devastating right. She struck the first copter squarely, crumpling
its nose and stopping its forward progress. Sheila moved in nearer dealing a
second paralyzing blow into its side, driving the copter hard into the tarmac
below. The flanking copters tried to clear out, one angling high to jump the
giantess, the other hoping to pass by low and to the right.

Sheila was still moving forward bringing the fight to her puny adversaries, no
longer concerned that they might be able to stop her. Her brawny arms and
unbelievable agility surprised the copter veering right; she pulled it from
the sky and held it as its engines and rotors strained to break free of the
behemoth's mighty grasp. Sheila-Hulk was stronger, she toyed with it, shaking
it as its engines whined against her iron grip. She laughed as it did its best
to pull against her unforgiving brute strength. She held it over her head then
heaved it cruelly at the tarmac. It landed hard, its rotors twisted limply no
longer able to give it lift.

Sheila pumped her right arm in triumph. She pointed to her elbow like a pro
wrestler, then dropped down on the crippled copter driving her massive right
arm and elbow into its already broken body. It crumpled, no match for her
mammoth muscle. She stood and flexed waiting for more attacks, but none came.
She looked around and took in the scope of her carnage, the immensity of her
domination over these puny foes. The airport was littered with broken aircraft
and attack vehicles, none of it a match for her immense power. The few that
survived had just flown off in retreat. Sheila saw them, "Oh, fuck no, nobody
leaves unless I say so." Sheila stormed after them down the runway and stopped
short as she reached the mangled ring of buildings that bordered it. Just
beyond was a massive wall of flame. The weaklings were trying to burn her.
Sheila stood, her hands squarely on her broad hips as she surveyed their
handiwork.

There was movement beyond the overwhelming flames, but Sheila couldn't make
out exactly what. The burning earth was too wide for her to leap, for the
moment she could stand her ground or start backward. She had neutralized the
force at the airport, nothing stood in her way there, but she hated to let
these pathetic worms think they had defeated her. Then they made her decision
for her, a battalion of tanks opened fire from beyond the safety of the
flames. Heavier shells than before exploded against her tough hide, but they
hurt this time. Sheila's eyes burned a vengeful red as she planned her
retaliation, "Pretty fucking funny, thinking some half-ass campfire is gonna
stop me from wiping your puny army out." Sheila sucked in a deep deep breath,
then crouched down and exhaled powerfully. The flames hurtled backwards,
spreading savagely and overtaking the tanks they had once protected. Sheila
continued sending more and more flames after the armored assault. The tanks
exploded under the intense sudden heat, one after another.

Sheila beat her chest mightily, "You stupid fucking pricks, kicking you ass is
so fucking easy." The tanks that escaped continued to backpedal away from the
flames. Sheila turned, laughing at their weakness and inability to stop her,
"Now I've got a score to settle with some battleships." She cracked her
knuckles and her thick neck, them strode back toward the shore.

End of Part 9.