The Amazing and Terrible Growth of Sheila: Part Eleven
By Mr. Squish, mistersquish@yahoo.com
Such Power, Such Destruction: Intoxicating!


Sheila laughed as she saw the chaos she had wrought. The port was ripped up.
In one sudden onslaught Sheila had destroyed the docks and its protectors:
police boats, cruisers and a small air force were crushed by her overwhelming
force. Boats fleeing the docks had been bashed and capsized. Now the muscle
beastess was headed across the small bay toward the suspension bridge that
teemed with vehicles in retreat.

Her powerful thighs churned the waters as she closed in on the bridge and its
terrified occupants. "Run, run, run, you ants, the gun show is in town!" and
as she taunted them she displayed her monstrous right and then her sizeable
left. "I'm gonna rip this baby right out of the water. Ain't nothing you
puss-balls can do to stop me, " Sheila growled as she pressed her palms
together and bounced her pecs menacingly. "I mean, seriously, look at this
power, this incredible muscle. How can you stop this?!" Sheila continued to
flex, she felt the sudden tingle of orgasm and decided to keep it building, to
keep turning herself on.

She was very near the bridge now, she sized it up and what she saw made her
hotter than before and really fucking amused. Most of the bridge traffic had
been safely cleared and in its place stood a host of cannons and tanks. Sheila
laughed and slapped her oh so solid belly. Then rubbed it and licked her lips
slowly. "You twats never fucking learn, do you? Again with the pop guns and
tin toys. You think that shit is gonna stop me? Stop these?" Sheila pumped her
thick arms again. "Take a good look, 'cause these bad boys are gonna be
tearing you to pieces real soon. You see what I did to those jets and their
crap-ass torpedoes? Broke them. In seconds," Sheila laughed as she gave her
right bicep a long full flex, the veins popping the blood flowing fast. She
ran her serpentine sensual tongue across its impressive girth, finishing at
its tip.

"Tanks are even easier than jets, tanks crumple like tin cans. Tank shells are
pathetic, they bounce off my tits like superballs. Cannon shells too. All they
do is make me mad and wet," Sheila flexed her abs tight and slapped them with
her left hand, her right arm was still flexed, its mountainous bicep still
pumped. "Go ahead, you little twats, fire away, try and stop me."

Sheila stepped even closer and the tanks and the guns opened fire. Sheila
stopped and let it come. These conventional weapons no longer concerned her.
The shells exploded brilliantly against her body, bouncing off harmlessly,
never coming close to penetrating her thick, bronzed skin. Sheila flexed her
chest powerfully, taunting the overmatched military to hit her harder. She got
so wet reveling in their impotence, their flaccid little guns and their weak
output.

Sheila kicked water at them, teasing their frailty like a beach bully, "You
puny little gnats and your little toy guns are a joke. I got farts with more
punch than that." As Sheila moved in to strike the impact of the shells became
louder and more concussive, but had no more effect than before. Sheila reached
out, laughing and plucked a tank from the bridge with her right hand. She held
it up and tore its cannon free. She stuck the cannon in her mouth like a cigar
and then crushed the tank's body in her powerful fists. She flipped its
burning battered body into the bay below.

The shells continued to fly and Sheila pulled a handful from the sky before
they exploded. She loaded them into her mouth like raisinets and just as she
had in a battle earlier she spat them through the tank's discarded barrel back
at her attackers. Tanks exploded in balls of fire, the shells having a far
more devastating effect on them than on the titan named Sheila. She laughed
and continued her domination, blasting the tanks with their own shells,
thinning their numbers with ease.

The expansion bridge was starting to burn, so many of the tanks and cannons
were aflame. Sheila tossed the tank barrel aside and made her assault more
personal. She beat her chest like the mighty beast she was and roared in
ecstasy as cum dripped from her aroused pussy. Sheila stood at the bridge's
center. Oblivious to the ammunition flying through the air intended to deter
her rampage, the juggernaut spread her arms and grabbed the bottom of the
bridge and began to pull it from the water. Her muscles swelled and exploded
with power, she had grown some since the attack had begun, and the bridge
buckled and swayed in response to her surging strength. Sheila pulled the
center section free from the ground, tearing its structure upwards. She held
it above her head, the cables separated, pulling against the other sections,
pieces from those crumbled and toppled into the bay. "See this, you fucking
punks, this is what real guns can do!" Sheila's muscles strained as she
pressed it overhead and then hurled it into the churning waters. Tanks and
cannons went flying, Sheila had in one massive show of power wiped out a third
of what remained of the attacking forces.

Sheila strutted like the true brute she was. She turned her vicious muscles on
the next section; tanks were retreating offering cover fire. Their asinine
ploy had no effect, Sheila got off on the weakness of their firepower. "You
dumb little cunts, why bother, your tanks can't hurt me. I peel them apart
like grapes," Sheila grabbed a tank and pulled its plates apart with her
powerful arms. In moments she reduced it to rubble. "Send some more of those
jets while you're at it, I'll swat them from the air like flies. Call the navy
too, I'll smash those bath toys flat as pancakes. Like this," Sheila raised
her Herculean right arm high then brought it down savagely on the bridge,
smashing a fifty foot section sending several tanks down into the waters
below.

Sheila's mocking laughter rained down on the men and their useless hardware as
the colossus dealt the bridge blow after devastating blow. It had only been
minutes, but Sheila had effectively destroyed a hundred light-armor tanks and
cannons. The bridge was in tatters. A few surviving tanks cautiously wove
their way to freedom at the end of the bridge. Sheila had followed her
battering fists with several crushing kicks from her seismic legs. Sheila was
evolving as she grew, her voice had become less feminine and more bestial; she
growled and roared when she raged. Her massive lungs made her presence known.

The monstrous muscle woman surveyed the damage she had done. The bridge
teetered, most of it had been ripped apart; it was truly just hanging on.
Sheila strode over; the few remaining tanks offered a feeble volley which
bounced harmlessly off of her rippling body. "You maggots are sad, just look
at how weak you are. Your fucking tanks are a joke," Sheila reached down and
grabbed another tank, held it high in the air so that all could see. The tanks
tracks spun round and round, unable to provide an escape from her tremendous
arms. She flexed and pulled the tank apart with her bare hands, her amped up
arms popping with power. The tank tore in half as easily as a phonebook in the
hands of a carnival strongman. Sheila laughed, her nipples jutted out, erect
from her show of power. She teased them with her finger tips, stood mightily
amidst a sea of worms.

"See that, about as strong as string cheese. Where's the rest of your weapons?
This all you got? You thought this shit would stop me. Guess again, unless you
send the army, the air force and the navy together, I'm gonna tear this town
apart, "she yanked the last part of the bridge free from the bay, raised it
over her head and smashed it brutally into the water. Sheila stretched her
hulking upper body, flexed her lats and traps and looked around. The docks
smoldered, debris from the rampage filled the bay, traffic was thick on the
mainland. Sheila smiled darkly, hungrily and headed to shore.

"Awright, she's moving to land, get your guys on it, now! There's no time to
lose." A copter was shadowing the giantess' progress, but keeping its
distance. Sheila's legs slammed into the ground powerfully, smashing into the
burning wreckage of the docks and onto the freeway that ran parallel. Cars
were backed up from the city and Sheila took pleasure in stomping them flat as
she started for its tall buildings and terrified populace. Police fired their
guns at the Sheila-Hulk, their bullets little more than sand against her
colossal hide. She responded by stomping their stupid guns and cars into dust.

"She's only a few miles away, start the initial wave," the man in the copter
ordered. The glint of the copter caught Sheila's eye, "Are you shitting me?
One copter, that's your answer? I'll break that like a twig." Sheila stood
impressively, taunting the copter to take its best shot, as she had done with
the overmatched tanks earlier. She tapped her magnificent midsection offering
an easy target. She wrapped her arms behind her neck and flexed her washboards
hard. The copter flew further away unwilling to engage. "Pussy. Where are all
the real men? Oh, that's right, my battle cannons are wiping them out." Once
again, Sheila pumped her massive right arm and sucked on it, playing with the
swollen peak like the head of a fat cock. She worked it, teasing it,
worshiping its beautiful power, feeling it swell and grow ever thicker and
more maddeningly mighty under her touch and caress. It existed to do her
bidding, to bring her alone monstrous pleasure. She drove herself to a
shuddering climax, her left hand fingering her thick vaginal lips with a
hunger and intensity that matched the fury she had unleashed on the military
earlier. Sheila ended on her knees moaning as the cum spilled out onto the bed
of smashed cars beneath her. She enjoyed the tremors her powerful body
produced, the sensations her dominance aroused in her. She was a beastess and
she loved it. She fingered her bush gathering drops of sweet cum.

Sheila licked her fingers and stood. She looked for the copter, it was a few
miles in the distance. She thought to herself, what would cap an orgasm like
this? Maybe a bit more destruction. Starting with that pathetic whirly- bird.
Sheila's titanic legs powered her quickly towards the copter.

"Seconds to engage. Once she crosses the warehouses, let them fly," the copter
pilot saw Sheila steaming towards him, all he could hope was that this gambit
would work, otherwise, he'd be torn to bits by Queen Kong and her twin
pythons. Sheila could smell the fear as she closed in on the copter. It wasn't
as heavily armed as the others. It could do nothing to stop her. She'd enjoy
peeling it apart and pissing on its bits, then smashing the city apart, brick
by brick.

Sheila stormed through the warehouse district, crushing the buildings with her
monstrous legs. The buildings' well-worn bricks toppled like Pez unable to
withstand her incredible force. She ignored the scattered gunfire that greeted
her entering the city's limits. Truthfully, at this point, bullets barely
registered with her. Sheila's muscles coursed with angry power, hungry to
strike, fixated on mangling the scaredy-copter.

"Where are you going, you little bitch? You can't outrun me. I'm gonna rip
your chicken-shit crop-duster apart like a fucking pinata," Sheila was knee
deep in demolished warehouse when the first rocket struck. It hit her in the
left shoulder and knocked her back a step or two. More followed and their
impact drove Sheila backward, the concussion was more potent than anything she
had felt to this point. Each explosion felt like a solid punch and Sheila
wondered what else these sneaky worms might have in store for her. They
certainly wouldn't risk anything like a nuclear weapon, but perhaps they had
rockets, missiles and shells with even higher conventional payloads.

The rapidity of the rockets didn't allow Sheila much room for movement. She
swung her potent arms and used their bulging mass to deflect many of the
rockets that swarmed about. Through the smokey haze of the strike, Sheila
spotted the rockets' origins. It was time to go on the offensive, though the
constant spray didn't allow for much forward progress. Though she was probably
getting bruised by these hits, she didn't see any blood, so a little pain was
nothing. She had to teach these upstart little maggots a lesson.

Her fists lashed out crushing the rockets as they tried to punch their way to
the giantess' weak-spots. Fewer and fewer were able to find their way in close
as Sheila's adrenaline surged and her rage against these twats intensified.
Her super-human arms obliterated rocket after rocket as Sheila and her hulking
frame began to move towards the rockets' home base. She pummeled them from the
sky before they could explode.

The copter was safely behind the lines surveying the results of this first
line of defense against the monstrous muscle queen. "Not enough firepower,
fall back to line two. Retreat and reposition for the second wave!" he barked
hoping the men in the rocket towers would hear and respond before it was too
late. The colossus was mounting her response, moving quickly to the root of
the human assault.

Sheila was picking up steam, smashing the rockets with her gargantuan fists,
blocking them with her meaty forearms. Fewer were taking off, making it far
easier for the behemoth to reach her prey. Sheila was feeling it now, the
unbelievable adrenaline surge coupled with the flow of blood, engorging her
already incredibly thick muscles.

Sheila speared a rocket as she neared the silos; the rockets had thinned
greatly in number. She held it menacingly in her right fist as she taunted the
inferior might of the military," Was that your fucking plan? Fire a bunch of
overrated dildos and pray for the best?" Sheila slid the rocket inside
herself, her pussy lips tingling as the heat of the rocket filled her. The
smoldering vibrating rocket pushed the giantess to climax, faster and faster
she slid the rocket in and out until her knees buckled and she crumpled to the
ground, her stomach and hips writhing, her monumental legs pounding the
buildings near her with ecstasy. Her hand let go of the rocket as she came
hard and quickly, the ferocity of her orgasm propelled the rocket from her wet
muff out into the cityscape where it exploded into a cluster of buildings with
a fire that matched its mistress'.

Sheila rose, her body glistening with sweat, the inside of her thighs
lubricated with cum and rocket fluid. She looked amazing: wild, bronzed and in
powerful shit-kicking shape. "Alright you tit-lickers, what else you got? Any
more toys for my twat?" Sheila laughed as she unloaded her mighty right arm
into the first of the rocket towers. It shattered and collapsed. She crumpled
the next in a nasty bear-hug, rending the steel like so much tin foil. She
tore the others out of the ground and smashed them into the nearby buildings,
starting a modest blaze on the outskirts of town. Sheila was unbelievable,
nothing withstood her overwhelming muscle. She spied the copter in the
distance and busted up all that laid in her path on her way to take it down.
She ripped buildings from their foundation, pressing them over her head to
mock the weaklings who stood in her way before turning them into rubble. Her
beautiful boulder-like shoulders rippled and nearly burst with power. She grew
wet again as her mind wandered back to the bridge and how easily she had wiped
out the tanks and cannons. It really turned her on to slaughter the tanks with
their own pathetic weapons. Weapons that had no effect on her. It really made
her twat tingle to show these worms how futile their military was.

"Your buildings are like tinkertoys, they crumble beneath my might. When will
you fucksticks learn, you can't stop me. Go ahead, send more of your puny
tanks with their useless shells, I'll squash them like the overrated bugs they
are and more of those punk-ass jets with their nerf rockets. I'll rip them
apart like paper. I am Queen Kong and this world is mine to play with," Sheila
continued her assault, wiping out buildings with her jackhammer fists, belting
them like a prizefighter and laughing as they teeter under her power and fall.
Cars are turned to scraps of tin underneath her colossal legs.

Sheila eyed the copter hovering and challenged it to fight her, "Let's go,
dickless, I'm gonna snap those flimsy blades like breadsticks and punch your
shit to pieces. Your rockets and missiles bounce off me like silly putty."
Sheila grabbed a small building and flung it at the copter. It missed by a
mile, but the show of strength to launch it that far was scary indeed. She
stomped further into the city, shells once again began to fly at the giantess.
They bounced off her as before. Tanks snuck around buildings stealing quick
shots at the hulk, hoping to find a vital spot and exploit it.

"Mmmm ... " Sheila moaned as she flexed her powerful arms and whispered to her
bulky biceps," Show Momma how weak and pathetic these puny tanks are. Show
them how big you've grown and how nasty strong you are. Their laughable
popguns can't stop us." She reached out and toppled a six story building,
crushing a pair of tanks who were using it to shield themselves from Sheila's
sight. Another tried to speed by her, but she blocked it with her leg; then
pulverized it with several blows from her gargantuan fists. Shells continued
to explode about her, she laughed at their futility as she continued to
flatten the opposing forces with her incredible muscle.

Obliterating the enemy's weapons had become sport where once it was a matter
of survival. Sheila was just too quick and powerful now for the tanks to have
much hope of surviving her. They were playing a game of hide and seek, baiting
her, buying time for the next phase of their plan. Sheila just thought that
this was another pathetic effort from the wimp-ass military, another chance to
show just how easily she could crush them. Sheila was truly Queen Kong now.
She was in the neighborhood of four hundred feet tall and her body looked as
if it were shaped from liquid metal, it was statuesque and unbelievably dense.
She had become more beautiful in the sheer primacy of her power, the wild
abandon and stunning brute force her body exuded.

Sheila had given over to another testosterone-fueled rampage, drawing immense
pleasure from dominating these worthless tin cans and their spitballs they
shot at her. The giantess leapt on the tanks utilizing her tremendous thighs
to catapult herself on them. She'd trap the tanks then taunt them, letting her
bulging babies play, tearing them apart like 99 cent store knock-offs. She
captured one tank hiding in a used car lot, raised it over her head in a
display for the others to see, hulking out her body for effect, then tearing
the steel-plated weapon in half, her arms bursting with might, her pussy
dripping with pleasure. She made a powerful show of how unstoppable she had
become, peeling them apart piece by piece, bending them in half, crushing them
from end to end like an accordion, stomping them flat with her atomic thighs.
Only a handful of the several dozen remained mobile when the intense sensation
of heat washed over her body. It tickled at first, then began to sap her of
her stamina. She looked down at her massive chest and killer abs, red lights
coming from different directions danced across her steel-plated body. She
moved trying to avoid them but they followed her. Where they lasers? The great
warrior stumbled forward, they were wearing her down. She fell to one knee as
the lights continued to blanket her. As she was slowing the source of the
beams became visible. They were some sort of laser cannons, situated on long,
long truck beds like fantastical weapons from a Godzilla movie. She could feel
her energy draining like Superman being buffeted by Kryptonite, she had to
find a way to fight ...

End of Part Eleven.