Brandi Unbound Part Two
By Mr. Squish, mistersquish@yahoo.com
Part Two: Mighty and Mean - so hot.


Brandi was hungry for more: more power and more destruction! She saw a
generator nearby and licked her lips; this would feel so good, more energy
spurring even more growth. Brandi was a sick thick muscle chick, her body
bulging with superior strength. The parking lot she crossed was a tribute to
her unbelievable physique and the titanic power it possessed: dozens of cars
lay crumpled, most ablaze as did the building that spurred her transformation,
the police had been vanquished, trying to stop a tank with what amounted to
little more than peashooters.

The generator and tower powered a good deal of the remaining complex, Brandi's
thirst for stimulation had sucked the other smaller model that serviced the
laboratory dry. She reached the gate; she stood nearly twice as tall. It
looked small and insignificant in comparison to her beefy, vascular frame. She
snorted at how fragile it seemed, as if it might keep her out. Brandi kicked
it with her powerlifter thigh. The metal snapped like a brittle tree branch
and flew backwards as the full force of her incredible leg hit it. Brandi's
eyes glowed brutally in the cool darkness, the thrumming of incoming threat
dulled by the zapping of thousands of volts of delicious electricity. Brandi
moaned as she touched the tower and voltage leapt into her body, it felt so
good, like the first time a thick cock had taken her from behind - its dense
surging sensuality, filling her and driving her to pull it in deeper. Brandi
roared as more and more voltage flowed through her, part lioness and part
demon.

As the warm electricity filled her, her body quaked and quivered, but most of
all it grew ... and grew ... and grew. Brandi wrapped her thick arms around
the tower to steady herself from the incredible wave of electro- stimulation
she was experiencing. The more intense the sensation, the harder Brandi
squeezed until the tower had conformed to the shape of its more dominant
partner. With an outrageous sizzle and deafening boom, all was suddenly quiet.
Brandi felt the tower which minutes before rose twenty feet over her head
crumble in her brawny arms. It was smaller than she was now, by nearly ten
feet. Brandi was closing in on Sheila now, standing nearly fifty feet tall,
but where Sheila was big and strong, Brandi was massive and powerful. She was
broad where Sheila was sturdy, hulking where Sheila was muscular.

Brandi smoldered, her skin bronzed by the intake of so much electricity, her
body so packed with combustible musculature she was nearly at the point of
exploding, the hunger to dominate and brutalize these weak beings rising to
the state of being nearly insatiable. The hum of the incoming choppers was
like a tongue tickling her raw vagina. It alerted her and aroused her
simultaneously. There were six of them and they were armed, not a bunch of
news copters. Brandi's nipples hardened with expectation, a drop of pre-cum
slipped from her crotch and sizzled as it struck the ground below. The
military had decided to act quickly, but they had no idea how much Brandi had
evolved in the past twenty minutes, how they were no longer attacking a
twelve-foot tall muscle girl, but they were about to run head- on into a fifty
foot tall hulking muscle-demon capable of ripping steel plates apart in her
bare hands. They'd better not take it easy on her.

The choppers were closing on the scene of carnage, smoke and fire rose into
the sky and the visibility was inconsistent. They looked to eyeball their
prey, but the swirling smoke made it difficult. They figure a low pass might
be effective in relieving the smoke cover; their rotors would blow some away.
These copters were agile, not heavily armored birds of prey, but they were no
push-overs equipped with small rockets and machine guns loaded with
armor-piercing shells, enough to snuff out some 'roided up muscle freak. Word
had gone out about the other one and how ultimately she had fallen to superior
military might. This one would get more of the same. The choppers swooped down
hoping to fan the flames and disperse the toxic smoke. They were in perfect
formation when the first jerked, then erupted in flames, slamming into the
ground hard.

Brandi licked her lips as they came in closer, the smoke swirling about their
rotors, they swooped in surprisingly low. Brandi's hands instinctively balled
into fists, her muscles flexed, popping out and growing larger as the copter
closed in. Brandi yanked free a piece of the gate that was supposed to have
slowed her assault on the generator and tower and hurled it, it sliced through
the night like a weighty and particularly lethal dagger. It cut through the
turbine of the lead copter and removed its rotors like a surgeon removing a
limb. The first copter was down and Brandi was ready for a hands-on approach
to its wing man.

The second copter veered right to avoid what had hit the first, and to avoid
its partner's debris. Bad move. Brandi grabbed its landing gear with her
monstrous arms. The chopper pulled up, trying to climb quickly, but against a
murderous muscle demon with the power of several bull elephants, it had not
much chance. Brandi held firm, she shook the copter like a cat trapping a baby
bird. Her dark laughter echoed as her killer muscles punished the chopper for
its resistance. Within moments the battle was over, Brandi slammed it hard
onto the ground then set about battering it with her fists, tearing its rotors
off, twisting them in two like taffy, "Fucking hell yeah, piece of crap. Whose
got guns bigger than these?" she cackled as her arms swelled with scary might.

The other choppers circled, trying to draw a bead through all of the smoke and
fire. They let loose at anything that moved, sending armor- piercing shells
down on their target like lethal rain. Brandi withstood the first barrage, the
shells hurt, but her muscles had become so dense so quickly, the wounds were
only skin deep. Each one that struck spurred further growth and the adrenaline
the spurts unleashed served only to feed the dark side of Brandi, and
increased her sense of being unstoppable. Brandi taunted the choppers, flexing
her might biceps, "Two little birdies down and only four to go. I'm gonna fuck
your shit up, flyboys! I smashed those other copters like fucking model kits.
Bring it on titlicks!" and Brandi pointed to her belly and flexed her
eight-pack. The copters fired again, the shells having no effect; Brandi's
hunger had brought her beyond pain. She crumpled the pieces of copter strewn
about into balls and hurled them at the attacking choppers, who were wise
enough to stay elevated to avoid her metal shredding arms. The wadded pieces
of steel rocketed through the air like snowballs from hell. The choppers
darted and dodged to avoid her makeshift assault. The chopper in the rear
suddenly dropped, one of the balls blasted clean through, punching a hole in
the engine and causing it to plummet like a lead balloon.

Brandi was on it like a wild beast, tearing it apart, displaying her physical
dominance over these pathetic whirlybirds. Her cannonball fists pounded it
flat. The other copters blasted her again with the armor- piercing bullets,
but Brandi was too big and bulky for them to have any lasting effect. They
strafed her unbelievably wide back and broad shoulders to little effect.
Brandi was consumed in demonstrating how easily she could rip apart these
tinkertoy weapons. If these punks thought they had another Sheila on their
hands, she was driven to show them how wrong they were: Sheila was a giantess,
Brandi a demonic muscle beast with five times the muscle and ten times the
power of that cunt.

She squatted over the smashed copter carcass and roared deeply. She pounded
her chest and relished the magnificent goddess she had become. The copters
turned for another pass, firing again their machine guns, hoping to wear down
the behemoth below them. Brandi laughed at their weakness; she flexed her pecs
playfully as the bullets proved more ineffective than before, "Is that all you
got? You must be pissing yourselves. With all my muscle I can rip your tin
cans apart without breaking a sweat, make you a memory in a heartbeat. What
can you do? Make me mad? Bad fucking plan." Brandi was sixty feet tall now and
massively muscular, carrying her bad self like an overgrown Renee Toney.

Finally, the lead copter had had enough. Bullets were not going to stop her,
she was growing so quickly. The military had no idea why, but they were loathe
to give her anymore room to run rampant. A rocket sparked through the air
headed for Brandi's boulder-like right shoulder. Her arm shot up with
lightning quickness and plucked the weapon from is flight. In an impressive
show of raw power she redirected its course; the chopper had no chance to
evade. It exploded on impact. Only its tail section landed intact.

"Guess hitting me with firecrackers backfired. What's next? Oh, right, me
beating the shit out of you," Brandi's snatch was dripping. This destruction
was better than any sex she'd ever had. Having muscles this big, muscles this
freaking lethal; a body this unstoppable was mind- blowing. In fact, her pussy
was bursting, ready to cum, just thinking about it. The copters veered off in
opposite directions, as they began to turn back for a new pass, Brandi grabbed
the tail piece and swung it hard above her head like an axe, it clipped the
bottom of one of the copters and sent it spiraling toward the asphalt, the
pilot struggled to right it and was winning the struggle when BAM! Bandi
struck the nose of the craft with a monstrous right. The copter toppled end
over end. Brandi grabbed it from behind, her vice-like arms clamping on its
tail, the machines rotors straining, but without success. She raised it over
her head, her muscles bursting with obscene power, then slammed it to the
ground. A few of the rotors still struggled. A concussive left from the
Brandi-hulk silenced it. Oil and flame belched from its carriage. Brandi's
Herculean legs stomped it flat. Brandi raised her arms in victory, licking her
insanely pumped biceps. She put her hands behind her head and flexed her upper
body seductively. She had nothing to fear from this last copter. It knew she
was its master. It was only a matter of time before she tore that one to
shreds too.

The last copter steamed toward her in a last ditch effort to kill her. It
unleashed a bevy of rockets. The sick thing was, Brandi was so fucking fast.
Rockets fired in multitude should have stopped her. Should have. She batted
them from the air with her devastating fists, the rockets exploding harmlessly
hundreds of feet away. "Come to Momma ... " Brandi snarled as she leapt in the
air, her colossal thighs propelling her quickly at her target. She wrapped her
stupendous arms around the copter and hauled it back down to earth. She landed
like a large cat astride a chariot. Brandi's arms pulled the rotors from the
helicopter like the wings from a housefly, "See, I told you bitch ... " Brandi
began to crush the body of the copter between her powerhouse thighs and put
her hands underneath the nose of the copter and began to pull it back into her
like a heavyweight wrestler punishing its helpless ninety-eight pound foe with
a "camel clutch". "There ain't a man alive I can't break," and with that she
simultaneously destroyed the copter with her crushing thighs and the torque of
her arms. Brandi leaned back and slid her fingers into her dripping wet pussy,
pushing herself to a writhing climax atop the remains of the half-dozen
battle-copters she'd torn from the sky. Cum squirted from her engorged
pussy-lips like a fountain, coating her vanquished foes in a sheen of her
musky juices, a fine victory indeed.

End Part Two