Brandi Unbound Part Four
By Mr. Squish, mistersquish@yahoo.com
Part Four: Like a Massive Wall of Pain

            The streams thickened as the pain inside Brandi doubled and her
knees buckled…. Her mighty, titanic form toppled and fell, its tremendous
girth quickly engulfed by the churning waves, disappearing with less than a
whimper. All is silent… save for the cheers ringing from the ships, the
shore, wherever the scared and small stood.

      The remainder of the flotilla swarmed around the spot the giantess
capsized, searching for any sign that she might have survived or to mark
her body for removal and eventual scientific study. Nothing moved beneath
the surf, no glimpse of action or activity. The small ships circled and
circled while onshore the survivors picked themselves up, gathered their
regiments and armaments and set about surveying the damages.

      The first explosion came from beneath the sea and shook both the land
and the ocean like an earthquake, the tremors lasting for several moments.
The second came as the behemoth rose from the waves a mile from shore, a
large submersible cannon twisting in her colossal arms. The mystery gun was
no longer a mystery… and no longer functioning. Brandi’s terrifying arms
twisted and tore the gun, enjoying the act of decimation, demonstrating
again how truly unstoppable she is, “Found your fucking secret weapon. Know
what, it breaks just as easily as the rest of your shitty weapons. I’m
bending this like it was made of plastic. Enough with the fucking toys. You
want to stop me, you better have some amazing plan, because I’m gonna waste
you fuckers, starting right now. Kiss the airplanes, trains, ships
goodbye,” Brandi laughed as she flung the broken weapon out to sea. “God,
I’m fucking huge and way fucking mind-blowing strong!” and her nipples
stood out in stark relief against the pulsing power of her upper-body.
Brandi flexed, monstrously big, just to remind what was to come and how
little chance there would be to stop it.

      The weapons onshore set up a line of fire hoping to keep the behemoth
at sea. The flotilla; reformed and set themselves as an additional buffer
line just near the ravaged docks. Brandi wasted no time; her muscles were
popping with power as she strode back toward shore. As soon as she had come
close enough, every gun opened up on her. Shells exploded harmlessly.
Brandi stopped and spread her chest and lats to their bulkiest width, and
enjoyed the bath provided by the useless weapons. Her body was a massive
wall of might and these feeble tanks and gunships were mere peashooters
hoping to bring down the biggest beast ever seen. She pumped her
magnificent right arm once, then twice, then a third and final time holding
in a solid biceps pose, the muscle having grown and grown and grown until
it was nearly bursting with ungodly size and immeasurable potency, “Jesus
fucking Christ, that baby’s a monster. She’s gonna fuck your shit up!”
Brandi taunted; confident of her place atop the food chain. “I hope she
didn’t bring a friend,” and with that she pumped and pumped and pumped her
slightly smaller left arm. It exploded nearly as freakily as the right had,
“Oh fuck, she did…” Brandi laughed, deep and sexually aroused, a pleasure
that came from unmatched power and unmatched confidence.

      The ships surged toward the titaness, firing with abandon. Hand-held
rocket launchers provided assistance as best they could. Brandi stood waist
deep as she took the best these light ships had to offer. The tanks onshore
offered their own weak second to the boats unimpressive first. Brandi let
them pour it on, let them feed her, grow her even larger, then she struck.
Her massive right arm unloaded on the line of ships, followed by her
goliath left and then the right and the left, her titanic body rippling
with destructive energy. She sunk several in the opening seconds, before
slowing to put on an even more frightening show. She plucked one from the
bloody, churning surf and held it aloft, “Smart calling in the thrift-store
navy with their nerf-blasters, very scary… Of course, my muscles can squash
this like an overripe orange.” She placed it in the join between forearm
and bicep and flexed, slowly, seductively, terribly and it splattered oil
and gas and blood then toppled like a crumpled tin can into the waters
below.

      The other ships tried to pull away, to regroup behind the giantess,
maybe figure out a better tact but Brandi was having none of it, she
grabbed two more and smashed them together again and again until there was
little left of either, “My favorite, a pussy sandwich.” She continued to
pull the gunships easily from the water, smashing another against her
washboard abs, enjoying its flash into a fiery ball, before sinking into
the rising waters. Brandi threw more of them at the tank line, neutralizing
land and sea defenses in a quick and devastating counter-offensive. In no
time Brandi had turned both land and sea into a furnace, all manner of
craft were ablaze. After finishing off the ships, she stomped through the
burning docks and began flattening the rest of the tanks, crushing them
with her bare hands, throwing them like softballs into buildings, treating
them like useless toys rather than killing machines. Soon the air was empty
of flying shells and bullets and Brandi stood supreme, the smoke of the
countless fires billowing around her, her thick, thick, thick muscles
coated in oil and burnt fuel. Brandi flexed in triumph, “Is that all you
little maggots can muster? You better call out more, ‘cause I am gonna
waste your city, flatten your fucking buildings, make it a memory.”

      A train whistled into the warehouse area and pulled to a quick stop:
men and equipment poured from its cars, hiding themselves as strategically
as possible amongst buildings, quickly mounting a new line of defense.
Brandi licked her lips, “Oh, yum, more toys to play with.” She charged the
army train, using her killer legs to close the distance in seconds – faster
than the military had calculated. The sides on the cars opened and strange
laser weapons poked their noses out and took aim. A terrific hum filled the
air as they charged, readying a series of blasts. In seconds they’d release
a serious response to Brandi’s brutal muscle power. Seconds they don’t
have. Brandi is on the train too quickly, her tremendous arms grab the
train and yank it from the track, and the muscle beast whips it about over
her head, “Thought you could sneak up on me with more of those crazy guns.
Shouldn’t have left them in a dumb-ass train. Watch how quickly these are
gone. Then I’ll stomp these little men flat and go back to wasting the
city, fuckers.” Brandi’s muscles grew tauter and more striated as she
whipped the heavy train around and around faster and faster. She then
slammed it hard to the ground, cars exploded on impact, so much force was
contained in Brandi’s display of dominance. Any cars that survived, didn’t
stay that way. The muscle beast tore them apart, enjoying the screams and
the heat from the explosions as she obliterated the latest in a long string
of failed attacks. With the lasers that toppled Sheila turned into rubble,
Brandi turned her attention on the small fire that was pelting her dense
hide like so much sand.

      She wheeled on the nearby buildings offering cover to the foolish men
and assaulted them with her bludgeoning fists, battering them senselessly
and tirelessly. One office building drew Brandi’s attention, the gunfire
was hardly noticeable to her. She caught a glimpse of herself in its highly
polished windows. She nearly came in that instant, she was gorgeous in her
eyes and indeed the sight of herself, so buff, so erotically dominant and
ripped, aroused her beyond anything she had felt before. Her pussy lips
swelled at the density and mass she packed on her 400 foot form. Her upper
body was utterly monstrous, she literally reeked of power, her body emitted
it like a pheromone. Her thighs and legs were titans and her abs were
fucking cut. She stood and ran her hands across her body, the sensation of
touch was electric. This proximity, this ownership of  such immense power,
to wield the muscle to crush your opposition in your bare hands whether
they be men or cannons or tanks or fighter jets; to know that their armor
will tear apart like strips of cheese or cardboard, filled Brandi with such
unbelievable muscle lust for herself, her body rumbled, her knees buckled
and cum spurted from her pussy, she did not need to finish with her
fingers, her own mind-blowing density, the feel of her own mass beneath her
fingers pushed her to climax, again and again and again.

      The orgasms were cleansing, reinvigorating and ultimately distracting.
She had forgotten about the worms running about below her, pathetically
trying to stop her with their spitballs and tiny dicks. Brandi spared the
building that offered her such a stunning glimpse of the dominant creature
she had evolved into. She turned and started back toward the train
wreckage, curious about something. She lifted a husk of a train car up, one
that contained the remains of a laser cannon inside it. She studied it for
a moment and thought of the mystery gun that caused her so much pain. This
one was different. It did something else, but what? Whatever, she mashed it
like an accordion between her powerful arms. A few grenades bounced against
her, their heat flaring like a soft flea bite against Brandi’s hard, way
hard body.

      “Right, I almost forgot about you little boot-lickers.” And with that
Brandi used her tremendous feet to crush the noisome ants. Her toes that
still held the bad-ass black toenail polish Brandi enjoyed, it pleased the
dark side of her, the side she had completely given over to as she had
grown and bulked, these toes squashed the weak little foes flat. It felt
good to feel the warm ooze of their pathetic, bug-like bodies beneath her
soles, almost like a soothing lotion, “Mmmm, Momma like the feel of that.”
Brandi ripped buildings from their foundations, crushing them with her
amazing upper body, sometimes in bear hugs, sometimes rending them to
pieces with her arms, folding them in on themselves with severe
compression, other times wailing on them with her fists. She left the men
exposed and defenseless before indulging her newfound crush-lust and home-
made foot spa treatment. “Sooo fucking hot. I’m glad you little cum-stains
are good for something…”

      Brandi’s hearing was one of her senses that had improved markedly.
Sure, she sometimes got caught up in dealing out an ass-whooping to these
military douche-bags which distracted her, but at this particular moment,
she heard the sound of large motors back near the bay: two things caught
her eye as she spied out into the water, a suspension bridge jammed with
activity stood on her far left and amidst the burning wreckage a large
freighter was making its way towards the docks or what little remained of
them. The freighter did not appear armed, nor did it travel with any sort
of escort, not even a tugboat or two – highly suspicious or dumb, take your
choice. Two prime targets, both would get her attention, just which to
choose first.

      “Mistress Muscle Bitch chooses the bridge. All you little pricks are
in such a hurry to run away, I’ll miss out on playtime. And Momma likey her
playtime, right girls?” Brandi pumped her two fantastic biceps, pumped them
and pumped them letting them bulk out to their max, “God, yeah, you bitches
make me hot.” She flicked their swollen peaks with her long undulating and
sooo sensual tongue. Her bis quivered and popped under such attention.
“Let’s rage, babies!”

      She arched her back and inhaled deeply, unleashing a loud guttural
bellow as a warning, then strode quickly and dangerously to the bridge. The
water was cool and refreshing after the heat and sweat of battle, it
glistened an emerald green as she waded through it to her prey. The bridge
was backed up with traffic and as Brandi approached, it appeared incredibly
defenseless. On closer look, there were police spread out, offering token
protection and traffic management, but little else.

      The bridge stood chest high and looked fragile in comparison to
Brandi’s beefcake. She wrapped her two lethal pythons behind her head and
flexed her steel-plated abs at the weak little police men, “Go ahead, take
your best shot. Knock yourselves out,” she teased, the impending carnage
she would wreak was causing her crotch to tingle and drips of cum to leak
out, her pussy lips were still thick and swollen from all of the intense
stimulation. The men opened fire with impotently with their hand guns and
shotguns. A few had rifles, that did no more than tickle Brandi. She waited
a moment or two as the men darted between cars, being all cop-like and
pseudo-efficient and wasted their clips on her massive chest and robust
bouncing pecs. “Yeah, okay, getting kind of bored. You want to see some
shit?” she inhaled deeply and blew. The force of her lungs made the bridge
swing back and forth with freakish force, even Brandi’s lungs were fucking
strong. People toppled off and into the water below, cars slid back and
forth, but the bridge held together. “You feel that, that was what I like
to call foreplay, a tease, me brushing the tip of your dick with my tongue,
like this..” and Brandi pulled her right arm up into a power flex, pumping
it as before into a colossal mountain of peaked and packed muscle. She
darted her tongue out, teasingly and brushed the tip of the biceps peak, it
quivered and grew a little bigger, a little harder, “See what I mean. Oh,
by the way, this is one of my bitches, she’s big and bad and hates fucking
bridges.” Brandi flexed her left next, pumping it nice and fat and
fearsome, “This is the other, all she does is fuck up cops and whatever
little dick-shit they bring.”

      With that she raised her killer arms over her head and smashed them
down on the center of that bridge, it smashed in pieces, chunks of debris,
cable, cars, cops, their useless guns, commuters, brick and mortar and
ruptured steel flew through the air. In moments the center section was
gone, destroyed by Brandi. Two blows had savaged it. She grabbed hold of
the right tower as cars desperately tried to flee, crashing into each other
in the haste to evacuate – too little, too late. Her powerful arms began to
wrench it free, pulling the foundation up from the depths below. Cables
snapped under her incredible abuse, her ungodly torque ripped that tower
loose, all five hundred feet of it. Brandi pressed it over her head as more
of the bridge collapsed, sending a hundred more cars into the drink. She
used it like a barbell, doing shoulder presses, military presses, laughing
at the pathetic worms who were powerless to stop her and whose buildings
and bridges she destroyed as easily as if they were tinkertoys or
children’s blocks.

      “How long did this take you pillow-biters to build? Years? My muscles
are destroying it in seconds. You weak, pathetic worms, I’ll break all your
little toys and you little shit-wits are powerless to stop me!” Brandi
knelt still pressing her substitute barbell and drove the tower down across
her hulking thigh, it bent in half. With incredible power she mangled the
tower, bending it like Hercules would a steel rod, leaving it like
everything else that came up against her, flat-out useless. She strode to
the next section of the bridge, then leapt in the air and smashed down on
it with a flying elbow. A hundred foot track disappeared. “Where’s your
big, bad military now? Shitting themselves, if they know what’s good for
them. They’ve seen what these bitches can do!” Brandi mocked as she rose to
her feet and plucked cars from the next section and crushed them in her
fists like grapes. “What good would they do anyway? Your tanks are as tough
as soda cans; their shells are weaker than my farts. I love to feel how
feeble they are bouncing off my tits like spitballs, then crush their
little peashooter guns with my bare hands. You are little more than bugs to
me now, fleas and ants, no longer a threat, just a nuisance. See, how your
cars crumple in my fists. You cannot run, you cannot escape, I will rule
you all!” Brandi continued to eliminate any form of travel from the bridge.
She grabbed a bus and pressed it between her palms, mashing it flat, like a
bodybuilder would a beer can, its tires exploding, its passengers screaming
in terror. Only the last section of the bridge remained, and people poured
from their cars running for their lives, Brandi’s favorite.

      She put her mighty fists to work on the second tower. Her blows were
sickeningly strong and the tower had no resistance to them, within seconds
it toppled, pulling the last section with it and its cars and many
pedestrians too. There were probably cops too, firing away lamely, hoping
to stop the giantess, not that she noticed. She raised her arms in triumph,
the indisputable heavyweight champion, “How are you miserable little pukes
gonna stop this. I fucked that shit up like it was nothing. You make me
madder, I only get bigger and badder!” She spit on the debris. Then the
first patch of heat hit her, near the kidney. It stabbed like a little
knife. She turned, freaking pissed, the attack was coming from the
freighter or nearby it. A red laser cut through the air and fixed on her,
hitting her with a steady beam. It was now aimed at her midsection, her
killer fucking abdominals. Brandi was turning red with rage, literally over-
heating. If this weapon was meant to drain the energy from her like it had
Sheila, this was having the adverse effect on Brandi. She was nearly
glowing red, she roared and beat her chest with her fists, then focused her
intense gaze on the laser’s base. It was sitting just up on the only intact
section of the docks, not shielded in any way. Suddenly it crackled loudly
and its beam doubled, there was a second laser gun seated near it. They
doubled their power at the giantess.

      She laughed and squinted her eyes; her muscles bounced in anticipation
as a red beam shot from her murderous red eyes and struck the first laser
full bore. The weapon melted under the intense heat, then exploded once its
power source was exposed. She turned to the other and in moments reduced
that to a fireball too. The freighter’s engines erupted and smoke billowed
from its many chimneys as it began to make a hasty run from the port.
“What’s your hurry, I’m just getting started,” Brandi laughed as her red
glow grew fainter, but her eyes still burned wildly…

                              To Be Continued.
                              End of Part Four