Brandi Unbound
By Mr. Squish, mistersquish@yahoo.com
Part One: Ohhh, mercy ...


For Brandi K., a true fan and a pure bad-ass muscle beast.

Brandi likes her body big, hard and wet (wet was the result of a hardcore
workout), the same way she liked her men; the big ones were more fun to break,
more of a challenge, far more of a power trip too. Brandi is a true
powerhouse, an honest to goodness muscle beast, fueled by a true lust for
power; Brandi will push herself to limits in her sessions weaker people would
back off of. Her hunger for growth and mass is nearly impossible to match so
when she saw what had happened to the fitness twit at the gym, Sheila, her
blood began to boil. Sure Sheila worked out and had shown improvements and
moderate growth, but let's get serious, Brandi could have kicked her ass with
one hand tied behind her back.

Sheila was the kind of chick a guy at the gym might want to fuck because she
was cute, toned, pretty flexible, but Brandi was the one they lusted after, a
dark animal desire that came from deep in the soul, primal at its base. Brandi
was strong, powerlifter strong, sensual, she growled deep and throaty when she
hit the heavy weights, moaned as she banged home record lifts. Her workouts
drove her near orgasm, as her strength grew her days at the gym became more
and more arousing to her, feeling her body thicken and bulk out made her so
fucking wet. After a great day with her muscles engorged with newfound power,
Brandi would pose in front of a full-length mirror, pleasuring herself as the
changes in her body accelerated her into explosive climaxes.

Brandi was a bully, most at the gym feared her or were turned on even more by
her dangerous physical power and aggressive personality. Few were bold enough
to pick fights with her but those who did barely lived to talk about it.
Brandi liked to set examples, to show the weak who the truly mighty are and
what she, in particular was capable of. She had the ability to tear someone
apart with her bare hands and after her first fight, Brandi tapped into avenue
of her muscle lust that drove her beyond all others. That first fight was
unbelievable. Brandi, at that time, had no idea what her body was capable of.
She wasn't nearly as big or as staggeringly confident as she is now. The first
fight, though, was lopsided to say the least. This chunky, ex-gymnast turned
biker bitch told Brandi to shut her mouth at the juice bar. Now, a younger
Brandi might have let that pass, but Brandi was out of college now and had
found her direction and her true source of pleasure, sculpting a powerful
physique and no stuck-up fat-assed white bitch was gonna tell her what to do.

Like I said, a younger Brandi would have let it go, this hard-bodied version
slapped the mouthy bitch across her face. Hard. The bitch fell backward off
her stool, but her friend caught her before she hit the ground. Brandi was
dressed in her sweats, post-workout, keeping the body heat in, this bitch was
in tight little shorts and a tank-top that let her gooey middle hang out. The
wannabe biker bitch jumped to her feet and got right into Brandi's face, "You
wanna get physical, little girl? I'll kick your little fitness ass all over
the yard. Locker room, ten minutes. Get ready to hurt." She gave Brandi a
shove for effect. Not much power behind it, Brandi noted. "Ten minutes, you
got it. I don't usually pick fights with the elderly, but in this case, I'll
make an exception. I'll give you a real reason to buy some dentures. By the
way, you forgot your prune juice," Brandi flung the bitch's left over juice at
her, splattering it across her chest. Brandi left laughing, ready to rumble.

Brandi was anxious, not nervous. Some change was happening to her. She could
feel her muscles pulsing, twitching, ready for a fight. They felt full, more
powerful than before. It was all she could do to stay patient. The biker bitch
showed up, all amped and ready for a fight, mouthing off, talking tough.
Brandi listened, still in her sweats while the dumb bitch threw F-bombs and
went through the show of stretching and getting herself pumped to do battle.
When the bitch had finally settled and flexed her chunky body in a presumed
show of force to intimidate Brandi, Brandi slowly stripped off her sweats,
first her pants and then her top. The biker bitch nearly shit herself. Even
though she stood a full six inches taller than Brandi, Brandi out-bulked her
by a good thirty pounds of ripped muscle mass. Brandi's legs were like small
tree trunks, her arms were cut beefcake, thick and corded with dense muscle.
She was a diesel tank while this broad was a loud-mouthed cow. Brandi relished
the reveal of her powerful body, her dominant musculature. She extended her
legs and flexed her pumped thighs (today had been a leg day). The bitch
realized her only option was to bum rush Sheila before she could set herself.
She did. She lowered her shoulder and tried to drive Sheila back into the
lockers. Sheila may not have been set, but she was light on her feet, she
side- stepped the fatter woman and bounced into an attack. The woman banged
into the lockers, then turned to try to build on her advantage and score some
sort of hit. She swung high with a right which Brandi dodged then followed
with a left to Brandi's midsection. That blow hit hard. It was like hitting a
frozen side of beef, the punch echoed, followed by a crack. Brandi stood tall,
laughing as the larger woman held her broken hand gingerly.

Brandi gestured to the wounded bitch, "I thought we were gonna fight, not
cuddle. What's with the love tap? I didn't even feel that." Brandi took her
shirt off, leaving only her sports bra. Her eight pack abs glistened with a
light layer of sweat, but no mark, no evidence that the woman had even struck
her. "Looks like you need to be shown how a real woman fights, "Brandi strode
confidently toward the woman. She kicked feebly at Brandi. Brandi caught her
leg. She drove a powerful right into it, the leg cracked on impact. Brandi
laughed and let the twisted limb go. The bitch wasn't so mouthy now, she
stumbled backward for the safety of the lockers, one of her friends tried to
intervene. "Hey, you made your point, okay, now back off." Brandi blasted the
nag square in the face. Her nose exploded, blood flew everywhere and she
dropped like a sack of potatoes, "Shut your pie hole, skank." Brandi looked at
the couple of others, bounced her rippling pecs for effect, "Anybody else got
an opinion." They shook their heads cowardly, "no." "I didn't think so,"
Brandi tossed off as she moved in to finish off the mouthy cow.

Her crippled opponent had somehow found a bottle of pepper spray and
threatened Brandi with it. Her good arm trembled as she held it out in front
of her, "Don't come any closer to me, you monster, I'll use this." Brandi
laughed dismissively, "Whatever," and swatted the canister from her hand.
"Shit like that can't stop the Queen of the Jungle." Brandi flexed her big
right arm, kissed the baseball-sized bicep, "See what I mean. Real women come
prepared." Brandi unloaded her right at the woman's head. It connected hard,
the bitch's skull struck the locker and bounced back like a punching bag,
timed perfectly for Brandi's nasty follow-up left to connect. Two blows was
all it took, the cow's jaw was dislocated. Brandi unloaded another devastating
right, but her punching bag had lost consciousness and slid down the lockers
into a heap on the floor. Brandi smashed into the locker door with her
pulverizing right. Brandi nearly took the door clean off, she hit it so hard.

Brandi rubbed her hand, that one hurt some. She strutted over to her fallen
opponent, scooped her up and draped her limp body across her broad shoulders
and carried her out into the gym proper. The bad-ass muscle bitch pressed the
woman over her head and threw a challenge out to any takers, "You fuck with
me, this is what you get," then flung her body down, hit a couple of poses and
split, leaving the other gym goers gawking.

That was the first and longest fight Brandi was involved in. It was also her
most merciful. Now that she felt what her body was capable of she wanted to
push it further, to become the biggest, baddest muscle bitch anyone had ever
seen. Fast forward to a couple of years later and twenty more pounds of bulky
muscle and you can imagine what a dominant heavyweight Brandi was on the road
to becoming.

Back to that half-pint Sheila; Brandi knew the shrimp had gotten her hands on
some crazy kind of steroid or growth hormone. She had to, Sheila could never
make any real gains in the gym, she didn't have the will to push herself hard
enough. Brandi had to think, you know, there was that nebbishy dude hanging
around pushing his herbal bullshit growth enhancer. Come to think of it, after
he'd tried to get Brandi interested and she'd told him to fuck off she'd seen
him approach Sheila and a couple of others. Brandi had his card, she'd thought
about paying him a visit and giving him a heavy dose of muscle domination;
that pussy had slave written all over him. He worked for some
herbal-pharmaceutical place. It had to be that guy who made Sheila grow so
powerful. "That should be fucking me," Brandi thought, "Well, I'll make it
be."

Brandi got to the lab building and it was still a mess, not much had been done
to cover the damage or even close down the scene, Sheila had whipped so many
of the cops and security in her assault. Brandi followed the trail of
destruction to its original source, the wimpy dude's lab. Sheila had done some
hardcore destruction, you had to give the chick credit. Brandi looked around
and eventually spotted what she'd been hunting for, on a table top in the
corner of the room that remained untouched during Sheila's rampage was a
series of vials and several open notebooks.

Brandi scanned the notes and surveyed the vials; the nerd seemed to have
prepared a series of different mixtures that he had hoped to test on different
female subjects. The empty vials were from a section marked "pain = growth".
Several vials remained including a series marked "power = growth", this seemed
to be the series meant for Brandi.

Brandi tore through the notebooks looking for a reference to how to apply
these supplements. On the third page, she found it. Brandi followed the
instructions to the letter; she poured the vials into the initiator on the
machine in the adjoining room and strapped herself in. She made the straps on
her legs and wrists as tight as she could, difficult since she had to do this
herself. Then she flicked the switch with her elbow. The machine started
quietly, emitting a low soothing hum which eventually lulled Brandi to sleep.

She awoke with a jolt, she was burning up. What the fuck had happened? Where
was she? Right, she was in the nimrod's lab. Brandi felt the tightness of the
straps, they made her so uncomfortable and, damn, she was thirsty. She
realized the burning was coming from her veins, from inside her body,
something about her had changed.

Then the first shockwave hit her, like a blast of pure electrical power poured
straight into her body. Her body jerked and seized, then relaxed. Wave after
wave hit and punished her body, finally Brandi blacked out. When she woke this
time, everything had changed: she felt good, real fucking good, savagely
fucking good. The straps were unbelievably tight, "fuck 'em," she thought and
pulled her right arm up. The strap snapped like a cheap ribbon, the same when
she pulled her left arm. Her legs came free easily too. Brandi stood and
nearly had to duck, she was almost at the ceiling's height. "Fucking right
on," she snarled. A change had happened, Brandi had grown. She returned to the
lab and found the mirror. Though Brandi wasn't a tall girl before, she was
physically big: broad and densely muscular. She had a powerlifter's build.

Where before she stood about five foot four, now she stood eight feet tall and
was truly a beast. Her growth had left her sweat suit in tatters. Brandi tore
the rest of it loose. Her sports bra and thong were hanging on by threads. She
flexed her quads and the sudden burst of power sent her thong flying off. Then
she expanded her impressive chest and the sports bra split and fell to the
ground. Naked, Brandi filled the room with her immense size: her upper body
was larger than any man's she had seen. Her biceps bulged like basketballs,
her thighs were officially like oak trees and her chest: mouthwatering in its
size and definition. "Fucking Sheila, wait 'till she gets a load of me. She
ain't seen nothing yet," Brandi sneered as she strode toward the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Through the door several security guards
entered, creating a wall of bodies Brandi would need to cross in order to
leave. "You freaks are coming outta the woodwork aren't you?" the largest of
the guards asked. He was obviously in charge and not intimidated, he thought
he had enough back-up to control the situation.

"On my signal.." the lead guard flipped out his nightstick which looked like a
cattle prod, in moments the guards had Brandi surrounded. A joke really,
Brandi had them right where the substantial muscle woman wanted: spread out
and ready to fall like so many bowling pins. "Now, I'm gonna ask you one more
time to come quietly with us or we'll have to take matters into our own
hands," he tapped his stick against his rubber-soled boot. It emitted a crisp
zap.

Brandi laughed, this guy was a real comedian, "Bring it on, pencil-dick, show
me what you got." The guard nodded and started forward. The others began to
close in as well. Brandi caught their movements out of the corner of her eye.
The bulky guard slashed his stick at her. It landed hard against her ample
chest, sizzling as it struck. The surge of power felt good, it stimulated
Brandi's already oversized physique and she thickened a bit more. The guard
struck her again and again, Brandi enjoyed every blow. The charges felt so
good, her pussy pulsed with each strike. She grabbed the stick and shoved the
dopey guard back into his pals. She smiled as the guards held their distance;
they couldn't believe anyone could withstand that many charges. Then she slid
the stick into her dripping and engorged lips, yeah, that was the trick. The
power coursed into her crotch and she writhed and moaned as the circle of
guards stared, both turned on and scared by the sight before them.

After Brandi came, loud and mightily, she slid the stick back out, her cum had
drowned out its charges. She gripped it in both of her powerful hands chest
high, then bent it in half, her monster pecs pumping under the strain, her
thick arms bulking and bulging erotically. She tossed the worthless stick
aside, then growled, "My turn, unless you got any more dildos up your sleeve?"
The guard hiccupped in fear as Brandi stalked him, bouncing her pecs, taunting
his weakness. He reached out for anything to use as a weapon, found something
and swung it for all he was worth. The mop snapped like a twig as it struck
Brandi's taut shoulder. Brandi enjoyed the fear that flashed in his eyes
before she grabbed him in a bear hug and squeezed the fight out of him with
her trusty pythons. The other guards freaked as Brandi let his limp body slide
to the floor. They looked to each other for support before they decided to
bolt for the door. It was too late, Brandi was quick and now her hulking frame
blocked their exit.

Brandi inquired about her pal before she got too serious, "Any of you boys
seen that twat Sheila?" Brandi flexed her powerful arms; her biceps erupted
with size in response. "Bet her guns were nothing like these. She has no idea
what real muscle is, what real power is," and Brandi flexed them more until
her skin strained to contain all of the muscle beneath. The chain of skulls
tattoo that ran across the join in her shoulder and her bicep made the bulge
of her biceps even more impressive. The guards stared at her outrageous body,
one pissed himself as her muscles pumped and flexed mightily.

"Cat got your tongues? Well, Sheila will find out soon enough. Now it's crying
time for you," and Brandi laughed as the guards did the only thing they could,
they rushed her. It was over in minutes; Brandi's size and strength were too
much. Her fists obliterated the first guard, nearly imbedding him in the wall.
The guards swung at her, tried to overwhelm her, but they just weren't strong
enough, Brandi's muscles were powerful before, but since the supplement they
were ungodly. Their blows thumped against her beefy torso with little effect.
Brandi grabbed two of the guards by their throats and one-arm pressed them
overhead; then battered them together until they passed out. Every blow they
rained on her felt good rather than painful and drove Brandi further in muscle
domination than she had ever been before. She pummeled the guards and threw
them around like rag dolls. Obviously it would take more than a half-dozen
security guards to bring this Muscle Queen down. It was over before it
started. Now the room was littered with bodies and debris and the scent of
Brandi's musk.

A thought crossed Brandi's mind as she felt how thick and powerful she had
become. Something had spurred this growth and it continued to stimulate her,
maybe ... She reached over and grabbed a scrap of metal and twisted it until
it had several small prongs sticking out like a homemade fork. She reached the
wall socket and stuck it in. The current surged from the wall and into Brandi
and it felt so damn good. She moaned as it rocketed through her, tickling her
muscles and shocking them to get bigger. Her body writhed in delight as she
held the connection. Her pussy dripped while her muscles rippled and expanded.
She sucked all of the power in, converting it into sinewy muscle and raw
might. With a loud pop it was all over, the circuits were blown; Brandi
smoldered with even more dynamic strength than before and stood a full twelve
feet tall. Her mass was sickeningly dense, like a voluptuous bull elephant.
Her head crunched against the raised ceiling of the lab. She laughed as she
ran her hands along the contour of her mutant muscle bod, "Now these worms
will really know fear." With that, Brandi shattered the concrete wall with her
potent fists, pulverizing it like a jackhammer.

Brandi blinked in the daylight ... wait this wasn't daylight but the blinding
glare of the police spotlights. They fixed on her massive form (she was packed
more densely with muscle than Sheila had been) and tried to talk her down.
These police had had enough of these rampant amazons and now was a good time
to stop all of this destructive rampaging nonsense. Unfortunately they were
barking up the wrong tree. "Alright, ma'am, let's just stop this right now,
before it gets too out of hand," the police sergeant called out over his
megaphone, though his voice trembled a bit at the sight of this muscle beast
and the reports of what the other had done. Brandi looked out at the force the
police had gathered to suppress her. She bounced her large pecs and laughed,
they must be joking. Brandi knew they hadn't been able to stop Sheila and
Brandi was twice the warrior that little douche was. Brandi surveyed the men
and imagined the feel of their brittle bones snapping beneath her awesome
strength, "You want me to stop, hell, I'm just getting started. You little
twats don't scare me. How you gonna bring this down?" and Brandi hit a muscle
beast pose and flexed her biceps hard. They exploded at her command, guns
bigger than these police had ever seen.

"You have ten seconds to stand down, otherwise we open fire," the sergeant
answered haltingly. Brandi was big and scary. Before the transformation,
Brandi had been working on baddening her image, aside from just the fights and
muscle domination, she had shaved her head into a small Mohawk, like a shallow
buzz cut, but the growth stimulation had enhanced that too and along with a
powerful, hulking physique, Brandi sported a Mohawk that cut through the air
like a particularly lethal shark's fin. This along with the mean-looking
tattoos gave Brandi an overt menace that the more feminine Sheila had
initially lacked.

Five seconds in to the count, Brandi turned and ripped free a large portion of
wall from behind her, raised it over her head with great effort and threw it
at the first line of squad cars looking to prevent her escape. The wall
shattered into the first car. The car crumpled under its force and the debris
from the wall battered the cars at its sides. Men were diving to and fro doing
their best to shield themselves. Brandi strode forward, her muscles rippling
with murder. She smashed her fists down on the hood of one of the other cars
up near the front. It buckled under her upper-body's enormous torque, the
front tires burst under the strain as she brought her might arms down on it a
second time, the windshield splintered, cracks formed a complicated spider web
across its face. Brandi growled lustily as she unleashed her power on the
hapless men. She flipped the crumpled car backwards onto a pack of fleeing
police. She continued her attack like a tank, smashing anything in her way.
She pulled the door off another car with one titanic tug and used it to smash
the car flat.

The police settled themselves and opened fire on the behemoth. Brandi growled
as the bullets struck her. Each burned as it hit her like the lit tip of a
cigarette, but they did not slow her down. In fact the bullets seemed to
disappear into Brandi's skin, smoldering as they struck and with each shot
Brandi tingled; her body felt sensational after the initial burn went away.
These bullets weren't going to stop her. "Is that all you got? You thought
some b.b. guns would stop me? Stop this?" and Brandi hoisted one of the patrol
cars over her head, she was fifteen feet tall now, then pressed it once for
effect before power-slamming it into a line of suckers who thought they'd
bring this muscle beast down. The bullets continued to pelt Brandi, but she
had gotten past the burning sensation and got off on the tingle after, not to
mention the growth.

Several officers dove into a nearby car and thought they might ram Brandi.
They gunned the engine, spun its wheels and shot themselves toward her, the
car hitting nearly eighty by the time it reached Brandi. Brandi sidestepped
the car and grabbed its rear bumper as it blew past. She held on firm, the
car's engine gunning as Brandi held fast, her powerful upper body bulging with
power and tension. The engine whined and the metal of the car started to tea
under the intense strain. Brandi laughed as the engine began to smoke, then
she lifted the back of the patrol car off of the ground, the rear wheels
spinning madly. The men leaned out and emptied their guns into her hulking
frame. Brandi was growing with each bullet, bulking out more, standing taller
and scarier as the battle continued. Brandi flipped the car over like it was a
magazine that bored her. The men scattered as it landed upside down. She let
loose with her big fists battering it flat, while men fired at her from all
positions. She continued to destroy, unfazed by the low caliber bullets that
struck her all over. She pulled the thick axel free and made a show of bending
it like a pretzel. "You see that. That's fucking steel and I bent it like
silly putty. Imagine how your weak little bodies will crumple in these fucking
monsters!" Brandi gloated as she pumped her twin goddesses too a thickness not
to be believed. "You think that skank Sheila is strong? I'll beat that bitch
with one arm! You better call out the army now! 'Cause these pop guns you
brought ain't doing shit."

Brandi turned and roared, the power that coursed through her body was unreal.
She'd never felt this strong. She loved intimidating these inferior worms.
Brandi swatted away anything that came near, flinging over-amped rifle jockeys
hoping to bring down this trophy beast away like rag dolls, punching craters
into cars that had the bright idea of ramming her. Brandi was certainly
scarier and more turned on by the destruction than Sheila, a big problem for
the men who thought they would bring her down.

Brandi stood twenty feet tall, her muscles pumped from the destructive
workout. She eyed the swat truck. Men poured out of its back, deploying as
quickly as they could to get set for a new offensive. Brandi licked her lips,
these men were so delicious: stupid and easy to dominate. She inhaled, let her
chest fill out like a great ape's, then beat her magnificent chest with her
thick fists and roared again. Her neck throbbed wide with orgasmic fury. She
was the new Queen of the Jungle. The swat members unloaded, their machine guns
hitting Brandi harder than before, these bullets hurting more, but still the
tingle after the initial shock was cum-inducing. Brandi stopped; let them hit
her with all they had. The men slowly closed in, sensing the kill. The
beastess was not fighting back. She dropped her head. They were getting to her
now. The men reloaded, peppered her, they closed in to go for the vitals,
confident that the worst was over. They were so caught up in their bloodlust,
they failed to notice that Brandi wasn't moving per se, but she was growing
larger. When they had come too close, the she-beast struck, crushing men in
her bare fists, their armor splitting like lobster shells.

The men tried to retreat, but they were too late and Brandi was too mighty and
too fast. She ground their guns into bits, wiped out the dozen men in minutes,
ripping apart the cars they vainly tried to use for cover. A few made it back
to the truck. Brandi enjoyed that part the best. The truck lurched forward
before it hit a brick wall. Or more correctly, it hit Brandi. She scooped up
its front end, mocking its lame attempt to pull backward in reverse. "Going
somewhere, girls? Is that all you got? Just some spitballs? Fucking feeble.
Watch what some real strength can do. Some real guns," Brandi batted at the
front of the truck with her brawny arms. Each blow crunched the truck like an
artillery shell. Where Sheila had grown bigger, Brandi grew huger more
monstrous; her muscles more dominant, her rage more bestial and terrifying.
After several blows the truck resembled a crushed tin can. Brandi raised its
damaged carcass over her head, her muscles bloated with power, intoxicating in
their size and potency, "Bow down before your Queen and lick my feet.
Otherwise, the rest of your pathetic weapons will fall before my might and
your puny lives will be ground to paste under my heels!" and with that, Brandi
hurled the truck into the building. It exploded on impact. Brandi growled and
flexed as the remainder of the worms fled her unstoppable frame. "Not good
enough, you pathetic twats," she growled, her desire to destroy irresistible.

Brandi yanked a lamp post from the ground, demolishing the rest of the squad
cars, decimating the small pocket of resistance the overmatched police
attempted to restrain her with. Bodies flew and cars burst into flames. The
bullets that managed to hit Brandi felt so good now, each causing her to feel
more and more alive, more and more in charge, more and more gigantic and
unstoppable. Brandi looked around her, the parking lot and building were
littered with burning debris, the results of her first true muscle rampage.
She pumped her insane arms, felt the power that coursed through them, kissed
them like the ultimate fighter she was, ready for the next challenger, hungry
for the chance to dominate with her raw muscle power.

The choppers in the distance couldn't initially be heard. They were coming,
though, with one purpose in mind, to contain this muscle menace before she too
got out of hand.

To be continued.

End of part one.