Brandi Unbound Part Seven
By Mr. Squish, mistersquish@yahoo.com
Part Seven: The City is Hers!


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.

Brandi quivered in ecstasy as she watched the stack of inept tanks. The
turrets spun about haphazardly, hoping to do something to rectify their
pathetic situation. Occasionally one would fire, the shell bounding weakly off
of Brandi's taut body. Their feeble firepower made Brandi growl; she was so
dominant and fierce her power drove her arousal closer to orgasm. The muscle
bitch's body pulsed with pleasure as the tanks ineffectually attempted to keep
her at bay. She bounced her pecs and closed in on her prey as another wild
shell struck her monstrous thigh, then turned to powder and shrapnel, "What
should Big Bad Momma Pump do? Let you little boys and your pussified guns go?
Or show the world how weak and useless its tanks and guns are. Nothing more
than toys and tincans, as useful as water pistols against my insane muscles!",
Brandi grabbed the top two tanks from the pile and drew back her massive arms,
then smashed the tanks together with gargantuan force, creating one smashed
and crumbling fusion of tank, tread and meat.

The monstrous muscle goddess felt a spasm as she came hard after that dizzying
display of naked power. She dropped the mangled tanks to the ground and
returned to the stack for more fun.

Back at the statehouse, Governor Phillips watched his capitol being decimated
by Brandi's overwhelming power. He fumbled with the remote as the news cameras
captured Brandi shredding tanks and battering buildings. The air force did
little to halt her progress, nor had the ground troops and the battalion of
tanks. The hulking beastess tore apart brick and steel as if they were Lincoln
logs and smashed fighter jets and battle copters to pieces like paper-machier
models. The Governor had no choice but to choose survival over aesthetics, "Go
ahead, the city is being ravaged, bring on the big firepower and blow her ass
up!" In no time, the most potent weaponry in the tri-state area was mobilized.
Would there be any city left to save?

Brandi left the smoldering pile of tanks and turned her sights to the sweep of
large buildings across town. They rose to touch the clouds, true skyscrapers,
and they made Brandi wet. They were taller than her, double her height easily,
but she was a titaness and wanted to batter and crush them, to show the world
of puny humans that nothing they built could withstand her brute strength. She
would bring them all to their knees. They would have no choice to worship her
or she would turn them into paste.

Her body was slab upon slab of pure iron-coated beefsteak. All of the bullets,
bombs and missiles they sent her way could no longer penetrate her dense
powerful hide. Most just either bounced off or turned to powder upon impact.
Brandi could feel just how much power she wielded. Her fists were juggernauts,
capable of neutralizing the worst of their weapons, some with a single blow.
Her monstrous legs even more so, the toughest steel was flattened into pancake
by their incredible force. The air force and army were being smashed to bits,
was it too late to stop this massive muscle beast?

Brandi was nearing the oversized structures, her monstrous muscle reflected in
the high-end glass and steel. She reveled in her bulk, the thickness and
buffness of her mighty body. Her dark Mohawk cut through the night like a
terrifying fin, signifying her savage brawn and untamed rage and raw,
explosive strength. She bounced her pecs and flexed as all powerlifters do
before attempting and outrageous act of dominance. The first building was
easily twice her height and as wide as she. Brandi licked her lips, her deeply
bronzed and smoke-tanned muscles twitched in excitement as she thought for a
moment what would bring her the most pleasure. The mountainous muscle bitch
hit a fighter's pose, setting herself to unleash a torrent of brutality. Then
something caught her ear.

"Step away from the buildings. Cease your destructive acts or you will be
destroyed yourself! You have thirty seconds to oblige, or else!" a voice
drenched in metal commanded Brandi to stand down. Really?

"Or else, what? You'll send another bunch of fighter jets for me to swat from
the sky like gnats? You'll unleash more tanks for me to crush like bugs?
You'll send rockets and missiles to bounce off my tits like spitballs? Or
maybe the navy finally showed up and I can drown them like bath toys? What is
it you think you've got, dickless, that will actually scare me?" Brandi
laughed at the ant's balls. She looked around but could not find the source of
the communication. She turned her attention back to the skyscraper and flexed
her thick muscles again.

"You have fifteen seconds to end your abusive actions, or else!" the voice
answered.

"That should give me plenty of time," Brandi teased. Then she launched her
gigantic body into the building pushing against it hard, the metal creaked and
groaned as it did its best to resist, but Brandi was so fucking strong. She
was relentless too, her body taut with immense power. Though the building did
its best, it could not withstand Brandi's awful might. The groans and creaks
grew to screeches and tearing. The massive structure gave way to a superior
monster: Brandi's insane muscle. The building toppled and crashed into two
others bringing them down too. Brandi beat her chest in victory, "You see
that, you dumb little twats. Nothing is bigger or stronger than me! I am
power! I am destruction! And I am just getting started!"

Brandi stood amongst the debris, pulling the remains apart with her arms, the
building coming to pieces like worn-out tinker toys.

"You have ignored our warnings, now pay the price!" the voice offered the last
of its messages to Brandi.

"Bring it, bitch! I'll fuck you up worse than this!" Brandi raised a large
piece of the building from the rubble to her chest and crushed it like an
accordion. The sound was terrible: horrible, frightening music.

"Engage!" The voice commanded.

The whine of mechanics, engines and technology rising to the challenge
followed. It came in a perfect arc around Brandi's playground. Still, she was
unaware of what was happening. She couldn't see anything unusual. Then the air
erupted in chaos and Brandi was under attack.

The first concussion struck her shoulder and felt like a hot poker stabbing
her. She growled; then she was hit in her midsection, her chest, her right
thigh. The pain coursed through her. Rage boiled to the surface and she lashed
out, quickly realizing the source of her troubles. The worms were firing much
larger rockets, with an intense payload strapped on. Enough that she was
feeling each and every blow deeply.

Brandi speared one in her right fist. She crumpled its middle, her muscle was
frightening. "You think these bottle rockets are bad enough to take me down.
You little fucking fools have no idea what a stupid plan this is. I'm gonna
flatten this shithole! When I'm done, there won't be a building left and all
you ants are gonna be nothing but paste beneath my feet!" Brandi hurled the
rocket back from where it came. It caused a massive series of explosions; its
warhead struck a number of others waiting to launch.

Not to be outdone, the army unleashed a wild and furious shower of firepower
at the nearly indestructible giantess. Rocket after rocket hurtled at her
massive frame. Brandi grabbed at them, plucking a few from their flight and
tossing them back, but not enough to thin the assault. The mighty titanness
bellowed and fought viciously, toppling skyscrapers, flattening troops and
cannons, destroying much of what stood in her path.

But not all.

When the smoke cleared, Brandi stared at her foes coldly. She could hear them
readying more rockets. The ground around her bulky frame smoldered, the battle
had cleared blocks of civilization and had reduced it to chalky, ashy rubble.
Her rippling body was blackened from the concussive explosions, streaks of red
stood out like demonic highlights amongst her bands of thick muscle.

She managed a cruel smile and spat,"You twats done?" A stream of bloody spit
flew from her mouth. "My guns ain't been heard from yet," She growled and
pumped her monster arms, the muscles bulging potently like small mountains,
even thicker and more volatile than before. The whine of the rockets started
up, the next assault was nearly ready.

Brandi smashed the ground in front of her furiously; the city and her
attackers felt the shockwaves. She hammered her fists again and again keeping
the army and its forces off-balance literally. She tore a large chunk of
street and raised it above her head and threw it. It cut through a small
forest of rockets, creating a colossal explosion and freaking out the ants
intent on killing her.

"Now that's fucking power! That's just the start!" Brandi charged forward, her
monstrous muscles flaring and bulging. The army was in full disarray, men ran
panicked, trucks and jeeps, rocket launchers and tanks retreated desperate to
avoid the flames and the raging muscle beastess.

Brandi was in a full orgasmic frenzy stomping the men and their weak machines
flat. The army could do little to mount a counterattack. Some rockets flew
wildly but were off the mark or just not enough to slow her. Brandi savagely
beat through her witless foes, tearing the tops from buildings and smashing
the fleeing forces with their own structures, the steel and brick exploding
into tanks and rocket launchers. She plucked stray rockets and hurled them
into the retreating battalions, laughing at their naked weakness.

The city could do nothing to resist her power, even more concussive firepower
did little more than enrage her and engorge he monstrous body. She was
unstoppable, coursing with malevolent energy. Brandi stood amidst the chaos,
taller and stronger and more massive than ever and flexed. She loved the
flames licking at her, the smoke billowing from the immense wreckage she had
wrought, the cinder and ash and charred oil coating her body.

Brandi strutted towards the pathetic ants as they fled, their numbers thinned
with each assault. She beat her chest and roared for effect, she loved the
feeling of being so powerful, it made her feel aroused in ways she never had
felt before. The pebbles they called bullets turned to powder against her
hide. The pavement cracked with each of her mighty steps, asphalt was not
designed for her sort of bulk, nor the insane torque her musculature
generated. Her nipples were rock hard and the lips of her pussy were engorged,
matching the veins in her arms. Her body was wired for erotic carnage.

Here the geography of the downtown turned back into the harbor, docks sprawled
out to Brandi's right, more buildings ahead and to her left. She had trampled,
smashed or crushed most of the last wave of munitions and troops sent to stop
her. Only small pockets remained and they were focused on avoiding her hateful
gaze and vengeful fists.

Brandi spotted motion near the docks. The broken army was doing its best to
load itself on freighters and tugs and all other manner of craft available.
The small number of tanks and rocket launchers maneuvered deeper into the
city, hoping to lose themselves among the buildings and makeshift barricades.
Barricades that snapped like bird's nests built from dry twigs, doing nothing
to stop Brandi's murderous muscles.

Brandi beat her chest again and snarled, she rubbed her rippling belly. It
rumbled darkly, "Ohhhh, Momma Pump is hungry. Need to keep my babies big and
strong and fucking humongous!" she pumped them seductively, knowing that
feeding on people would not grow them as much as finding more expansive
energy, like some power generators, or, then she saw the tanker standing near
shore. It was big and hopefully filled with reserves. "Ohhhhh," she cooed and
licked her lips,"Big Bad Momma Pump just found herself a kegger. I'm gonna tap
that bitch!" and Brandi pressed her palms together and made her enormous pecs
pop and bounce.

She ignored the tanks and rockets half-assedly regrouping up ahead, the hunger
and need for heavy-duty pleasure was calling to her. There was nothing to stop
her from taking what she wanted; the troops offered a few volleys as they
looked to hurry their own ships' departures. Brandi delayed her gratification
for a moment. "Awww, are the little army twats afraid of Momma's big bad
muscles? You running away? Let me help you!" and she inhaled sharply as she
neared the mix of boats, her huge lungs filling to capacity.

She stepped into the bay, the wooden docks collapsing under her bulk. Brandi
squatted down and blew, unleashing a torrential wind. The boats smashed into
each other, men lost their footing and flew overboard; the retreat was now a
disaster. Brandi laughed at their weakness, "You little cumsticks can't even
handle getting blown!" Brandi closed in on them, "You just need to work
together is all. Don't panic, Momma Pump is here and I'm plenty strong!" She
grabbed a couple of boats and mashed them together, again and again until all
of the boats were mangled together in a large ball, though it was far smaller
than Brandi's gargantuan biceps, "Oops, sometimes Momma Pump doesn't know her
own strength."

Brandi felt the tickle of some artillery shells striking her broad back. Other
shells splashed harmlessly in the bay. Brandi spread her lats impressively,
offering the tanks a larger target, then turned and threw the mass of boats
towards the tanks, the metal bits exploded and thinned their ranks even more.
"Fucking limp dicks ... ", Brandi's stomach rumbled again and she started
toward the tanker.

Elsewhere ... .

Jodi was a monster. He had been since he was ten years old. Having been
tormented by bigger kids for having the name Jodi, having his ass kicked, day
in and day out had hardened him and motivated him to become what he was now, a
highly motivated mass of muscle. The army had given him the opportunity to be
all that he could be and he had taken it.

Now they had given him that choice again in a far more significant way. When
Doctor Parker had approached Jodi, he had done so carefully and with the
assistance of Jodi's drill sergeant. Where once Jodi had been an
undernourished ten year-old; he was now a twenty-year-old mass of muscle
weighing three hundred pounds and standing six feet four inches tall, and even
though a private, not a soldier that you'd want trifle with.

The Doctor knew that if he convinced Jodi to participate, the army would have
the one weapon they needed and if they could control or at least effectively
motivate him, their worries would be over. Not a bad plan in theory, however,
now it was actually being undertaken full bore.

The doses of the stimulant were designated for a male subject. That's what the
markings indicated in the laboratory. They gave the doses to Jodi mixed with
meat, the massive soldier's favorite food, figuring if the chemicals mixed
with protein their potential would increase. Maybe it was dumb luck or funky
science or a mix of Jodi's genetics, whatever the explanation, that boy grew
like a mother ...

He ate and ate and the doses flowed into his oversized frame and by the second
day, Jodi truly became a monster.

Jodi was housed in a special barracks, by himself, set up with far more
comfort than he had ever known. When the first growth pains hit, he was laying
stretched out across his reinforced cot with a double mattress. His body
convulsed, Jodi thought he was gonna puke, "Prob'lly all o' that meat. Too
fucking much." His body contorted and he broke out into a sweat, his body
quickly soaked. Then the fire ran through his muscles, like the biggest
workout burn he had ever felt. Jodi stood and tore at his clothes, feeling so
constrained. He growled as the pain became overwhelming.

Jodi felt his arms tremble, saw the sleeves split and his eighteen inch guns
swell.

"Fuck me," Jodi grinned as he pumped his right arm, the sleeve exploding into
tatters and his bicep bulging beyond belief, peaking at thirty inches and
growing. He popped his left and responded in kind, his sleeves a memory, his
body becoming a powerhouse. "Yes!" he screamed, nearly orgasmic as his chest
burst through his shirt. His legs, his fists, his lats, his neck, his feet,
all were growing big.

Jodi loved it. He was expanding at a ridiculous rate. He had eclipsed the
eight foot tall mark, his chest over ninety inches of monstrous bulk. "Let's
see what I can fuck with," Jodi laughed, realizing the earlier feats of
strength from his life would be nothing compared to what his body could do
now. Jodi pulled his steel cot free from the floor (it had been bolted in
place. The bolts tore free with little resistance. He pulled the bed up level
with his chest, his arms spread wide holding it across its width. He then
folded the bed like an accordion, the steel twisting like putty in his hands
as his arms came together.

Another savage dose of fire coursed through him and he grabbed at the wall for
support, punching his fist through accidentally. The army sent men in to
suppress him, but Jodi was hulked out and more than ten feet tall. The men
stopped in their tracks as Jodi spotted them and roared.

He was hunched over at first, his eyes burning a murderous red. Then he shot
upwards to his full height, his massive upper body glistening with sweat and
tore through the roof of the barracks. He laughed darkly as his body continued
to expand and bulk out, within moments he had reached the fifteen foot mark.
He hit a killer double biceps pose and licked his lips, "I'm gonna bag all
your boys' pussy! Ain't nothing you can do to stop me. I'm fucking monster
big! Watch this shit", Jodi reached down and pressed a jeep over his head,
then pounded out a dozen reps.

The first pang of hunger hit Jodi hard. He threw the jeep forward, wiping out
a half-dozen spellbound men. The second felt like a punch in the gut, his
mouth began salivating uncontrollably. He realized there was a hole inside him
that needed to be filled.

He growled and bared his teeth, something needed to be done. Too late, the
blackness overtook him.

Brandi patted her belly and laughed as she watched the tanker sluggishly try
to outrun her. She was knee deep in the water; it churned as her muscles
strode through. She crouched down, her legs nearly doubling in size as her
outsized muscles coiled. She leapt at the tanker, landing an arm's length from
its aft, the concussion of her landing sent monstrous waves washing across the
tanker, flooding its engines and leaving it to founder and eventually sink.

The Muscle Goddess had other plans. She pulled the huge tanker up by its hind,
standing it on end, its length was her height. She tore open its steel plating
like an egg and drank the oil cargo it carried, gulping the nutrients down.
Her body swelled as the hundreds of gallons of fuel filled her, the black
remains dripping from her mouth across her colossal chest. As the tanker
emptied of nourishment, Brandi decided to reinforce the frailty of these puny
ants and their weak inventions.

"Where's the mighty army now? How about the powerful air force or the
unstoppable navy? Where are they to keep me from doing this?" Brandi finished
her challenge by crushing the top of the tanker between her hands like an
empty milk carton. "God damn, if only someone was big and bad enough to do
this, " Brandi lifted the rest of the titanic tanker over her head, in a
full-on military press then strode to shore carrying it as if it were a lawn
chair.

The military readied itself: the tanks, missile and rocket launchers took aim
waiting for her to get closer, so they could do their worst and finally bring
this behemoth down. Captain Stern radioed to his artillery the following: "I
need all hands on this, as soon as she reaches shore, attack. I want all guns
blazing. We have more sophisticated weapons on their way. We need to keep this
bitch busy while we get them in place. God be with you all!"

Brandi felt even more powerful than ever before. She laughed as she pressed
the tanker easily above her head, her arms and shoulders bursting with muscle,
becoming more monstrously engorged with each flex. She was reaching shore, her
big legs driving the waves into the first lines of armored defense washing
them out.

Captain Stern's voice rang out across the battle lines: "Let 'er have it!".

They did. The troops had regrouped while Brandi was at sea. Though it did
little good. Shells smashed against her titanic frame, rockets exploded
loudly, bullets flicked against her girth like grains of sand.

"Still pissing in the wind, hoping it will do some good. You twats make me
laugh. Watch what a real warrior can do," with that Brandi hurled the tanker
into the assorted artillery, neutering them instantly.

Just then she heard a high-pitched whine she recognized. One of her favorite
playthings: a high speed train. It seemed peculiar that anyone would be trying
to travel through the city at this point, certainly not without her
permission. She'd enjoy making an example of this for the rest of the world.
Soon, nobody'd be able to blink without her blessing, that is, if she even
wanted any of these little turds around.

Brandi moved swiftly as she saw the light of the train cutting through the
smoke and debris that hung about the cityscape. As she closed in, another
volley of shells struck her shoulder and chest. She shrugged them off, nothing
but a swarm of gnats. "Come to big bad Momma Pump, you little snake," she
beckoned menacingly, cracking her knuckles in preparation.

The train veered at the last moment and crossed a nearby bridge evading the
giantess for the moment. Brandi snarled and turned to cut it off, crouching to
leap with her enormous thighs. Suddenly a trio of battlecopters cut in front
of her spraying her with machine gun fire, which she hardly noticed. Though
the suddenness of their arrival through the muscle goddess off-balance. She
righted herself with her hand and looked for the train. It was further along
and moving away from her rapidly.

The battlecopters surged back at her sending a round of rockets her way.
Brandi straightened to her full height and hulked out, taking the copters off
their flight plan and creating a wall of muscle against which the rockets
exploded harmlessly. "You twats never learn," Brandi was bigger, faster and so
much more fucking ungodly powerful than anything they had ever encountered.
She pulled one from the sky, its rotors twisting, its engines straining, its
pilot praying to break free. No such luck.

Brandi tore the rotors from the top of the copter like pulling the husk from
an ear of corn. She slid the body of the copter between her thighs, sending a
shiver up her pussy before raising the copter above her head like a club,
"Best way to catch a snake is with a club!" Brandi laughed darkly as she let
the copter/club fly. It struck the bridge ahead of the train and shattered it.
The train had no time to brake and tumbled and fell from the bridge, its
high-speed progress at an end. Brandi made her way smashing through buildings
and the smattering of tanks sent to slow her down. She wasted little time,
smashing them flat beneath her powerful legs: the train was her treasure.

She reached the twisted assortment of cars and bridge and tracks within
moments, turning only once to bludgeon a second battlecopter to the ground.
Seeing how foolishly close it was tracking her she drove her right fist
viciously into its body. It split in half, she swung so powerfully, its tail
slamming into a building, its cabin and rotors into a line of tanks.

"What's so special you think you can sneak by me?" Brandi wondered aloud as
she tore the train's cars apart with her hands. Then she saw it: a series of
long cylindrical guns and tanks. She'd seen these before but last time they
were smaller. These were no joke, still at her current size, maybe these would
be as useless as the other peashooters. "Mmmm, looks like you boys fucked up.
You given Big Bad Momma Pump some Red Bull, " Brandi grabbed one of the tanks
and devoured it, sucking every last bit of energy down. Her eyes began to glow
a murderous red as she downed a second, then a third.

"Ooooohhh, Muscle Momma likey," Brandi emptied the train of all its cargo,
drinking it dry, then held up one of the laser cannons. "You think shit like
this can stop me?" Brandi laughed. Her body was even darker and more
dangerous, her eyes and her Mohawk glowed. She snapped the heavy duty cannon
across her meaty thigh like a twig. She grabbed a second and twisted it in
knots like a piece of taffy, then dropped it like a used wrapper. "Your
super-powered weapons are like little toys. I crumple them like dry leaves.
You see these laser cannons? These are no more powerful than pixie stix to
me!" Brandi compressed the third cannon between her massive hands like a
worn-out straw.

At that moment a group of jets swept in armed with high-powered weaponry. They
didn't hesitate, they opened fire with all they had. Brandi took it, shells
crashing mercilessly against her, missiles punching her arms, legs, and
amazing breasts. She laughed cruelly at her would-be attackers as her eyes and
Mohawk burned dangerously and she unleashed her firepower. She tracked the
lead jet with her eyes, then let loose a burst of laser which eviscerated the
jet immediately. It was vaporized. She hit another and another, within a few
moments half a dozen jets had been eliminated, all amidst her chilling
laughter. The mighty had grown impossibly mightier. She grabbed her monstrous
breasts and aimed her rocket-hard nipples and unleashed laser bursts at
several more jets that had dipped lower. More and more of the air force
exploded like ineffectual gnats.

Brandi laughed at the weak punks as she blasted their frail warplanes to
pieces with her laser-powered tits, "Let me know when you sad little worms
find something you think might actually stop me. Jesus, my tits are beating
you twat-monkeys to a pulp. I squash your tanks like grapes, your fighter jets
are swatted to bits like mosquitoes. Your navy is too fucking frightened to
face me. I mean look at these sick monsters!," with that Brandi pumped her
incredible biceps, maxing their peaks, they had grown in circumference to be
larger than her head. "Now it's playtime for Big Bad Momma Pump! I'm gonna
smash your tinker toys to pieces, 'cause nothing's bigger, badder or more
brutally dominant than me! Try and stop this, you dim weak little fuckwits!"

The mighty muscle goddess' fists smashed through the buildings near her
unrepentantly, each blow making a statement that nothing on the planet had the
strength or constitution to stand up to her, let alone stop her. The bricks,
mortar and steel exploded to bits like papier macher and balsa wood. Her upper
body bludgeoned to pieces in moments what had taken the puny men years to
build; she was unmaking civilization with her bare hands and bulging muscles.
The decimated military attempted feebly to push back her assault. Brandi
hardly noticed the missiles and shells bouncing off her massive frame. She
flattened tanks and missile launchers as afterthoughts while she brought down
sky scrapers like half-assed punching bags. Brandi strode through downtown, an
unstoppable brute. She tore the train bridge that spanned the inlet from its
moorings and hoisted it overhead, "There is no escape from these babies,"
Brandi laughed as she pulled the bridge apart in her arms like it was a
plastic model, the beams and boards and wires unable to resist her
mind-blowing might.

Brandi sat down amidst the debris and played with the trains that were
desperately hoping to escape but had no way over the water now. She spread her
lats wide, bounced her bulging pecs to taunt the little ants. Her incredible
thighs spread massively across the broken concrete. "Momma's getting excited
... ", Queen Kong reached across the tracks and yanked a train and its cargo
into the air. She rubbed the tip of the train and its pinning wheels against
the lips of her pussy, her juices began to flow freely. She moaned and teased
the train slightly inside. She leaned back and moaned deeper, then thrust the
train inside.

"I got something that you want. Something that will fill that up a lot better.
Something you might want to get a look at, seeing as you are ready to pop ...
"

Standing on the shore amidst the smoking debris of the battle, was a monster
of a man. His name was Jodi and he was about to get his freak on. His job was
to take down a giantess, but right now his cock was about ready to explode.
This Muscle Goddess was the hottest bitch he had ever laid eyes on ...

To be continued ...