Brandi Unbound Part Six
By Mr. Squish, mistersquish@yahoo.com
Part Six: She will crush you!


The first rocket sizzled through the air, a challenge or a warning? Brandi
laughed as her quick powerful right fist plucked it from the air. "Fucking
weak, you bunch of cumsticks," she bellowed as she hurled the rocket back from
whence it launched. It exploded terribly and ripped a hole in the military's
line. Brandi strode forward and the attack began in full. Rockets and missiles
tore through the air and Brandi's gargantuan muscles responded in kind. For
several minutes all was a cloud of smoke, flame and explosions.

Brandi tore through the missiles they fired, battering them to the ground with
her massive arms. She caught them in her powerful fists and crumpled them like
tin cans, their explosions doing little to the goliath as she made her way
through the city. She stood mighty, taking all that this attack had to offer:
shells, small rockets, missiles, grenades, bullets. She growled in ecstasy as
the power of the weapons was absorbed into her already hulking frame. The
weapons they had and were willing to unleash within the city limits were as
useful as rubber bands and spitballs.

Brandi was awesome, her body had feasted on energy for days and now was
absolutely astounding in both density, strength and cut. There had never been
a woman as physically powerful before and it would be hard to think any
creature would ever be able to match her mass and monstrous musculature. Not
even Sheila could compare anymore. Brandi took what they had. The barrage made
her hot, to stand tall and feel the wash of weaponry emptied on her and have
it do little and nothing to stop her was unbelievable and made her nethers
tingle.

Brandi couldn't help but smile and show off. Her guns were bigger and more
brutal than anything mankind was throwing at her. Her hunger to dominate and
obliterate the feeble ants beneath her was large. She used her awesome muscle
to neutralize the might the military had collected in a knee- jerk attempt to
topple the giantess before she became too big and too ferocious. Brandi
pounded the shit out of the wave of tanks and rocket launchers, armed troops
and aircraft that swarmed her position. Any strategy the defenders hoped to
employ lacked significant bite to slow the monstrous muscle beast down.

Brandi focused on the buildings, making a show of power, smashing structures
with her fists, enjoying the feeling of the bricks turning to powder and the
steel bending and tearing like putty. At over four hundred feet tall, Brandi
worked her way downtown like a hulking bull in a china shop. She was virtually
unstoppable, the shells and rockets bounced against her dense body and
crumpled. Mankind was too puny, Brandi was a Goddess and a monstrously strong
one at that.

Her thighs were as destructive as her arms, the giantess unleashed titanic
roundhouse kicks at the city's taller structures, knocking them down to her
size. The Builtrite Tower had stood impressively amongst the skyline for half
a century reaching nearly seven hundred feet tall. Brandi licked her lips as
she strode to it. She knew tearing this baby down would be fun; it was her
biggest target yet. She relished the moment and hit a massive flex, blowing up
her chest and pumping her arms to their thickest girth yet.

Drops from her aroused pussy slicked the ground around her. Her body tingled
as she raised her arms above her, considering whether to begin the assault
with her fists or wrap her gargantuan arms around its width and crush it like
an accordion. Her neck thickened and Brandi reared back and unleashed a
bloodcurdling war cry, her Mohawk glistening with blackened rage. The sound
waves from her bellow caused the building to shake from her unbridled fury.
"Pathetic," Brandi thought, "this pile of shit can't even stand up to my
fucking screams." Brandi fingered herself, then licked the tips and moved in
to break the building's back with her vice-like grip. Her broad back rippled
with incredible might as she spread her massive arms around the building; her
tremendous legs squatted and bulged as she began her incredible display of
muscle domination.

Her hulking frame bulged with frightening intensity, far more power than the
impressive building had ever felt, far more. Brandi could feel the building
give under her bruising muscle. She laughed as the beams groaned and crunched
and panes of glass splintered and shattered. "You weak little bugs and your
pathetic toys, I snap them like twigs," Brandi was enjoying the adrenaline
coursing through her. The center of the building was falling to pieces,
folding in on itself, fully unable to resist Brandi's gigantic arms.

The top of the building teetered and fell away from its base, as Brandi's arms
crushed the building's once sturdy middle to bits. The top exploded as it
landed on a smaller building nearby and Brandi bellowed in victory, flicking
bits of debris from her titanic chest. She pumped her pecs and punched them
with her fists to show off their size and bulk and indestructibility.

A line of tanks and oversized battle-cannons had set themselves as the
titaness turned to face them. Her eyes glowed with pleasure, "You think you're
gonna bring me down? I just tore that building to pieces. Something your
little peashooters can't do. Look at these terrors," and Brandi pumped her
stunning biceps, "These two monstrous bitches are gonna destroy you." She
kissed their bulging mounds and ran her tongue across their girth, she laughed
deeply as she turned her attention back on the military, "Bring it, you dim
little fucks."

And so they did, emptying their payload on the sick, huge muscle beastess. She
stood before the little men and their feeble weapons, mightier and more
massive than Kong, crueler and more dominant than Godzilla. Brandi inhaled
deeply as the bullets and rockets and shells flew toward her. She pumped
herself up, thickening and hardening her monstrous frame, hulking out in
mind-blowing fashion. As the volley hit, it bounced harmlessly against her
bulk. Her body glowed and grew more with each tantalizing impact, more power
coursing through her already super-strong musculature. She let them shoot
their load, brushing off the inferior firepower like useless gnats. Brandi
smiled, lustily, "You little twats done? That all you got?"

Once they knew they had no chance, Brandi turned to the building nearest, a
few hundred foot tall home to some bank, and ripped most of it from the ground
and threw it at her wee aggressors. It smashed into the front lines,
flattening machines and men, sending scores running and in some cases flying
through the air. With one power move, Brandi had unleashed bedlam on the
forces that faced her. She strutted forward, enjoying the feel of her weight
on the concrete and pavement below her, the bounce of her magnificent muscles
and the insane raw strength she possessed. Her thighs were like buildings
themselves, thick and wound with astounding slabs of furious sinew.

She stomped the fleeing infantry beneath her feet, jellying them. When they
squished, it tickled her, the blood mixing with the slick black lacquer of her
toenails. She plucked a large cannon, now abandoned from the front line. She
held it up near her face, studying it, and snapped it in half like a dry
pretzel rod, "You're fucking kidding me, right? This is meant to stop this?"
and Brandi bounced her big, badass pecs to make her point.

Brandi grabbed a tank in each hand and held them high for all to see, shells
and fire was scattered at her but still hoping to have some effect. "Watch and
learn you little pukes ... ," she teased and then began to squeeze the tanks,
slowly at first, grinding and tearing the armor. The metal squealed and moaned
under the strain of Brandi's punishment. As she increased the pressure she
flexed, showing of her epic arms and shoulders and chest. Even her neck bulged
as part of the show. The metal began to pop like tin, the seams unable to
hold, the tank treads tore and fell free like strips of tarred jerky. The
tanks looked less and less like war machines and more and more like empty soda
cans that were being mutilated before being tossed aside, thoroughly spent.
Brandi growled lustily as the tanks gave out, now gnarled and twisted piles of
metal in her destructive fists. "I'm bigger and badder than ever! Ain't
nothing you got that I can't smash. This city is my playground, you miserable
little turds and I'm gonna tear it to pieces. There is nothing you can do to
stop me. Not with toys like these," Brandi tossed the ravaged tanks aside and
felt her nipples that were now hard as rockets.

Just touching the tips of her girls let loose a flush of orgasm; all of the
domination and power had aroused her unbelievably. She let her body feel the
pleasure, let it feed on the moment. She continued forward into the retreating
forces, smashing the slow-moving trucks with her gorgeous feet and pile-driver
legs. The cover fire was a joke and Brandi hardly noticed as it brushed her
skin like grains of sand, for all its impotence. The trucks splatted like
bananas: fluid and debris and people squirting free in broad spills. A low
line of copters armed to the teeth flew in from her right, using the remaining
buildings as cover, hoping to sneak in close for best advantage. Brandi
ignored them, her sights set on a larger prize: glowing in the distance looked
to be a large power facility, a tremendous place for Brandi to feed and grow
even larger and more massive.

Some tanks had spread out to cover the retreat and Brandi was enjoying
stalking them and crushing their pathetic twatty selves. They tried to be
clever and quick, but Brandi could level buildings with her fists, what chance
did they really have? Once she had them, she peeled them apart like papier
mache or crushed them like rotting apples. Brandi pushed forward further and
reached a high overpass where the military had set up nests of cannons. As
soon as she cleared the nearby buildings, they opened up on her. "Awww, are
you gonna bring down Big Bad Momma Pump with these? How cute," she smiled as
the shells hit home, as uselessly as before. The shells plopped against her
hide like raindrops. "Your guns keep getting smaller and weaker and Momma's
babies grow: bigger and harder and more fucking mighty! I'm gonna snap you
bitches like twigs!"

Brandi came upon the overpass quickly and just as she was in smashing range a
small group of tanks tried to block her way. She snatched them from her path
and squatted down, stacking one on top of the other until she had a stack
eight tanks tall, like useless toys. They stood tracks spinning like a bunch
of douches as Brandi went after their allies. The overpass rose a hundred feet
off the ground and was lined with cannons. The shells continued to explode
harmlessly as Brandi reached under the structure and pulled upwards folding in
half like cardboard before crumbling the concrete like crackers. "I got news
for you; your guns ain't doing shit. But Momma's guns are fucking murder!" she
roared as pieces of overpass flew through the air and cannons tumbled
aimlessly as the gargantuan goddess battered the remainder with her fists.
Brandi grabbed a cannon that was emptying its load into her marbleized
mid-section. "Let's compare payloads, your feeble popgun ... ", she mocked as
she held the flimsy-looking cannon against her monstrously peaked right biceps
muscle, "against a goddamn amped-up, pumped- up mountain of destructive power!
You fucking fools, nothing's gonna stop me now!" Brandi snapped the cannon
barrel in half and tossed it aside. She laid waste to the rest of the overpass
and guns with her guns, crushing the cannons in her fists and stomping the
structure flat with her titanic legs. The overpass crumbled to powder as her
feet and calves bore down with their full torque.

She stood amongst the destruction of the weak military: tanks and guns and
trucks turned to scraps, unable to withstand her enormous brawn. Brandi
inhaled the scent of her work, the "eau de domination" that filled the air.
Her skin had darkened from being exposed to the sun and the heat of the
explosions. She looked so good: thick and ripped, bronzed with her dark,
razor-thin Mohawk crowning her muscle goddess body, a lethal highlight. Brandi
lazily, seductively pumped her beef as she returned to the stack of tanks that
had stood helplessly waiting while she wiped out their comrades. Brandi beat
her chest in victory, "All you twats got is a bunch of toys. Big Bad Momma
Pump is power!" She roared in ecstasy. That's when she felt the first prick.
It hit her in the chest. Followed by a flurry of a couple dozen more.

"What the fuck?" Brandi looked down at her broad chest and it was peppered
with what looked like darts, small smoldering darts with twinkling lights on
their ends.

"Cease and desist your destructive activity, or we will be forced to inject
you further and activate full restraint and immobilization. You have T-Minus
twenty to surrender to overwhelming force," a mechanized voice rang out.

Brandi was stunned. She looked in the direction of the voice and she saw the
copters from before hovering in formation awaiting their next order. She
smiled, finally a challenge. "Overwhelming what? You mean you fucksticks? Oh,
I'm gonna rip your copters to shit. They ain't gonna be able to find you with
a microscope when I'm done," and with that Brandi strode toward the pack of
whirlybirds.

Another flock of darts hit her in the chest, the impact didn't feel like much,
just a bunch of pinpricks. Nothing to a giantess, a beast like Brandi.

"Hold your advance or we will activate the darts in your chest and you will
become incapacitated. This not a warning," the voice responded.

Brandi stopped and looked at the darts, a dark and delicious thought crossed
her mind: "You mean these? I was just going to return them," she teased and
continued toward the choppers.

"Stop immediately, activation will commence on a five count. Consider this
your last point of negotiation," and the mechanized voice began the countdown.
"Five, four ... "

"Let me help you with that, three, two ... ." Brandi continued darkly.

Brandi flexed her upper body hard, her chest inflating incredibly, "One ...
mother-fuckers ... " The darts flung loose and were propelled back from whence
they came, i.e. directly in the path of the choppers.

"Holy shit, abort! Abort!" the mechanized voice was still transmitting.

The darts cut through the air viciously and the battle copters did their best
to dodge and avoid, still not all were successful. The leader drove his copter
downward, a successful juke, but left the warbird behind him exposed and the
darts sliced through his prop sending the craft whining out of control toward
Brandi.

The gargantuan muscle beauty enjoyed the havoc she unleashed and as the
crippled chopper spun towards her she struck hard, smashing it from the sky
with a devastating right. One massive blow was all it took and one chopper was
done. The copter landed hard, crumpling on impact, a fire creeping from its
engines, the rotors completely gone.

Brandi bounced her King Kong pecs, flaunting her dominance. A second chopper
on the near flank had also been struck by the shower of darts and was doing
its best to right itself, dropping low and looking to shield itself amongst
the buildings. It was pulling itself together and turned down a corridor
hoping to emerge behind the giantess and maybe distract her and allow for a
counterattack. It flew sharply from seclusion with guns blazing. Big Bad Momma
Pump mocked his feeble attempt; the bullets were so lightweight, as she
wrestled the battle copter from the sky, "Might as well try coming on me, dumb
jizz-lick." When the pilot pushed the throttle and tried to quickly climb and
wrench himself from her deadly grasp, Brandi tore the rotors free, like
plucking a wounded bird's feathers, then slammed the copter's boy into a
nearby building obliterating both, "Useless as a fucking pigeon," she scoffed
as she turned her attention on the dearly departed's friends.

Another volley of darts flew her way and she turned, the weapons sticking in
her shoulder and upper arm. "Right back at you, you dickless wonders," Brandi
sneered as she flexed her left arm and the darts flew back. She charged this
time following their flight and the copters veered left sliding away, all but
one. The mighty monstrous muscle woman was too quick and grabbed it by its
tail, crunching that in her fist. It tried to pull free, but one merciless
blow from Brandi split its carriage in half. Brandi hurled the rear of the
copter at its pals and spun another from the sky. She leapt on that like a
starved cannibal and held its bruised body aloft, then stretched it until it
snapped and tore like a used rubber band. Brandi abandoned that carcass and
watched the other copters disappear behind the buildings in the near distance.

She licked her lips and returned to the stack of helpless tanks. She
considered what would be fun, while playing with her biceps, "God, these are
huge and still growing. This is making me so hot," her voice trailed off as
she began to make love with her mouth to her engorged left. Her tongue teased
and traced the veins causing the mass of muscle to throb and thicken even
more. Her pussy was dripping like a faucet, her abs buckling as waves of
pleasure washed over her. She could smell her juices running down the insides
of her thighs and then she knew what to do.

To be Continued.

End of Part 6