Brandi Unbound Part Eight
By Mr. Squish, mistersquish@yahoo.com
Part Eight: The Muscle Goddess & Her Bitch!


Jodi pulled at the restraints that bound him to the city's edge. Though he was
a monster, a gargantuan soldier constructed by the military, Jodi had always
been wild and difficult to constrain. Now was no different. He felt the neural
bands start to give, the power that fed them was being drained by the beastess
and her savage destruction of the city. Jodi laughed, as soon as he was free
all bets were off. He'd make this hot muscle bitch his bitch, and together
they would bring the world to its knees. In a minute or so, all hell would
break loose.

Just not in the way that Jodi had imagined.

Brandi continued her mighty broadside against the city, her monstrous muscles
turning concrete to dust, twisting steel apart like twizzlers, flattening some
of the largest and most formidable structures as if they were made of graham
crackers. Not much was left to batter or break. Brandi flexed her mountainous
biceps, ran her long sensual tongue across their engorged peaks, flicking the
edges of their potent veins, tickling the she-beast and starting her juices
flowing. Brandi beat her monumental chest and roared in victory.

The raging giantess looked around her, surveyed the thorough destruction her
physical might had created and roared again, while she played with her
muscles, showing their huge development to the weak ants she had come to so
completely dominate. She inflated her chest, exploded her bis, tris, lats,
delts, glutes, thighs and calves, "Goddamn, I am big. Ain't nobody ever gonna
grow them muscles like Big Bad Momma Pump has!"

Brandi was feeling every fiber of power in her. She knew that not much could
stop her now. It felt like the limp dicks had thrown everything but the
kitchen sink at her and that shit couldn't even slow her down. In many cases,
it made her bigger, stronger and meaner. Brandi had wrapped her even huger
arms around her neck and was flexing her abs, rippling her chest, just showing
off when the men and their tanks made another feeble run at her. A volley of
howitzer shells struck her midsection and high up her thighs, a few reaching
her chest. They did nothing to harm her. At this point, they could do little
but piss her off, bouncing off her hard beefcake like little rubber balls,
their explosions not even leaving a blemish.

The Giantess stood, showing off her muscles and laughing at the army and their
weak weapons, "You little bitches back again? Big Bad Momma Pump didn't wipe
enough of you out yet? Mmmm, well then you drips of dickmilk are gonna regret
you didn't run when you had the chance! I'm badder than old King Kong! You
can't do shit to stop me. Your scary tanks, missiles, jets are toys that Momma
Pump crushes with her big battle bitches!" Brandi pumped her biceps to
incredible size, "You got nothing that can stop me! Trust me, when your pussy
navy finally shows up, I'll sink those twats with my bare hands. Just more
toys for me to play with. You dumb dicks want another reminder?!"

Brandi strode to the nearby tanks; they could do nothing to distance
themselves and she roughly grabbed a pair. She raised one tank near her mouth
and opened, its barrel unloading shells into her vicious maw. Brandi swallowed
the shells, laughing. "See? Your tanks' shells are like pez, they make my
belly feel good. She raised the tank higher, trying to pour whatever shells it
had left in her mouth. When nothing further came out, she tore the canon loose
with her teeth, chewed that and swallowed it. "Awww, this one's out of candy!
Too bad," Brandi crushed the tank in her fist like the trash it had become,
then tossed it aside. The tank in her left hand spun its treads wildly,
desperate to escape.

"Ohhh, you scared little man? You afraid of Momma Pump's power? Maybe you can
please me ... " Brandi licked her lips and flicked at the tank's barrel with
her finger, acting as if she might be able to tease it to grow thicker and
longer for her. All it did was fire impotently at her, bouncing wimpy shells
off of her mountainous breasts. She licked her lips and lowered the tank to
her dripping snatch.

"You will STOP! Lower the tank to the ground and RELEASE! SURRENDER NOW or you
will most certainly DIE! This will be your only WARNING!" The voice was loud,
commanding and metallic. Brandi looked around for its source. It felt like it
had come from everywhere at once. The parts of the city still standing,
gleamed amidst the smoke and debris that overwhelmed much of the landscape.
Brandi saw tanks and missile squads still pressing her but where had the voice
come from?

Finally it became apparent, the navy had arrived. They were charging toward
the devastated harbor. The words must have come from them. Then Brandi heard
the thrum of the rotors growing, a fleet of war-birds were closing in too. Big
Bad Momma Pump laughed, this was going to be so much fun. She bounced her
killer pecs defiantly, then gripped the tank in her hands and tore it in half,
flinging the pieces aside.

"Consider your DEATH WARRANT SIGNED!" the voice responded.

"Momma knows one thing, you cannot stop these!" The monster muscle woman
pumped up her bis to an unholy mass, veins popping, peaks throbbing with
wicked power. "I'm gonna wreck you, sink your battleships with my bare hands,
swat your airforce like bugs, snap you like twigs. Your skyscrapers topple
like a baby's blocks! Your battle copters crumple like plastic toys! Your
battleships will shred like paper in my fists! I am power and you worms will
be stains beneath my feet! Watch and weep, wusses!" Brandi's eyes glowed
ferociously.

Brandi heard the high-pitched whistles of the missiles before they reached
her. She turned as the first concussion struck her upper thigh. Fuck, it
stung. A dozen more bombarded her massive frame, one after another, their
payloads stinging her like razor blades. "You better have something bigger
than that up your sleeve, 'cause that shit ain't gonna stop me! I'm gonna sink
you turds with my bare hands. You punks just started something that my muscle
is gonna finish!"

More missiles struck but the muscle behemoth shrugged them off. Her eyes
glowed with rage, her muscles pulsed and throbbed with ungodly power and the
air around her crackled with danger. Brandi had one thought in mind, sink the
fleet, not because she thought they would stop her, but because she wanted to
show them how weak these toys they called weapons were. She bounced her pecs
menacingly as she stepped heavily into the water, the dock splintered around
her feet, the waves rose high as her massive framed churned them. Missiles
pounded her relentlessly, but Brandi laughed at their inability to topple her.
Every one that struck her fed her bulk, thickening her, strengthening her,
allowing her to tear the sturdiest of cable like wet pasta, smash the
strongest of structures like paper machier and snap the mightiest of warbirds
like twigs.

As Brandi closed in on the navy, the warcopters came at her from her rear,
strafing her with bullets and rockets. Brandi turned quickly as the copters
veered from her readying another pass, her right hand shot out and grabbed the
nearest by its tail. It tried to power out of her grip, but one blow from her
left fist smashed its rotors like popsicle sticks, "Ooops, another toy
smashed, I mean, powerful weapon crushed by Big Bad Momma Pump's canons! You
see this copter, you see how it breaks like a cheap pi#ata. You little twats
in your canoes are next! I'm gonna squash you like bugs!" Brandi pressed the
copter flat between her massive tits.

A half-dozen battle cruisers hurried towards the giantess, the first wave of
the navy's assault on the amazing titan that had battered and bludgeoned their
army and swatted and smashed so many of their aircraft to bits. She laughed at
their brazen pride as they closed the distance between her and the rest of the
fleet. The cruisers were large , nearly twice Brandi's size in length, but she
was more than twice as wide as the battleships, each of her crater-causing
thighs nearly their width. Brandi's impossibly huge biceps were larger than
her head and when flexed truly resembled mountains. Now it was the navy's turn
to experience their ungodly might. As the battleships pulled even closer, they
unloaded their canons at their immense target. Brandi was muff deep in water,
the angry waves lapping at her pussy, mixing sea foam with her own engorged
juices. The shells exploded off her chiseled abs and colossal chest,
rebounding at times like superballs, unable to pierce her dense, dense hide.

Brandi laughed, "You dungshafts think that's what it's gonna take, shooting
gumballs at my gigantic muscle jugs? Might make my titties hard. Might make my
pussy good and wet, but it ain't doing dick to stop shit like these babies!"
Brandi spat on her right bicep and flexed it big and swollen, then licked the
spit into its peak with her tongue. She did the same to the left, then hit a
sick double bi pose and roared at the ships, flicking her tongue at them like
the muscle-bound demoness she was.

The battleships continued to fire, their shells wasted on her killer torso.
Brandi, the massive, stared at the battle cruisers with contempt and
absolutely no fear. As they came closer, their weapons had done nothing to
cause her any harm. "Now you twats are gonna see what crushed your army and
swatted your air force like flies, Big Bad Momma Pump's monstrous might!" She
moved quickly forward and drove her concussive right arm through the top of
the nearest cruiser. It buckled under the torque of her blow, the front end
straining, the metal hull splitting but not entirely rupturing, it was
Brandi's second blow delivered by her equally explosive left that left the
front of the cruiser so badly battered that it was quickly filling with sea
water. Brandi roared as she watched the fruits of her incredible body's
labors. "Just like I said, I'm gonna sink you weak little bitches like a bunch
of bath toys!"

Brandi grabbed the cruiser's sides and pulled it forward. She tore the first
of the cannon turrets free like she was pulling apart a child's model. She
raised it high and crumpled it in her fist, as if it were the balls of some
pussy boyfriend. She did the same with the next turret, pausing to compare,
"These are your cannons, weak and worthless! And these are mine, fucking
mountains of power!" Brandi pumped her biceps; then battered the remainder of
the first battle cruiser with her fists until it was no more than driftwood.
It only took a matter of minutes before she moved on murderously to its
neighbor.

The cruisers were reversing course and attempting a pull back; maybe for
safety or maybe to reconnect with the rest of the fleet and secure more
firepower; perhaps this was merely an attempt to drag her out to deeper
waters. Brandi roared and surged forward toward the nearest cruiser. With her
powerful thighs she was able to close the distance rapidly. The cruiser fired
all it had at her, hoping to strike a point of vulnerability. She was reveling
in her dominance, in how incredibly strong she was: she had bludgeoned an 800
foot battleship to pieces with her fists, ripped its powerful deck cannons
apart like they were tinkertoys and laughed as their high-caliber shells
bounced off of her like bbs off of a bull. The giantess' juices were flowing:
blood pumped through her titanic muscles, swelling them even more and drops of
ecstasy dripped from her muff.

The second cruiser was within her grasp, the water was now above her navel,
the coolness of it made her nipples protrude like torpedoes. Brandi grunted at
the stupid ship, "You can try to run, but Big Bad Momma Pump's muscles will
find you and they will break you! I just punched holes in your buddy like it
was a dime store pi#ata! Wait 'till you see what I got in store for you!" With
that Brandi inflated her traps and lats and neck before pushing down on the
ship's hull with all of the colossal strength of her incomparable upper body.
The battle cruiser's engines struggled, but were way outclassed by Brandi's
brute force. She pushed and pushed, her muscles bulging, and the cruiser's
front end slowly submerged. "This is like drowning a rat! I'm not even
breaking a sweat!" Brandi kept pushing and the front end was fully underwater,
she held it underwater with her left arm while she raised her ginormous right
in a victory bicep blast!

More of the cruiser was going under and Brandi released the pressure and moved
to the ship's rear, like the monstrous bully she was, she taunted her prey
before moving in for the kill. The cruiser was helpless, its deck's
half-flooded and its engines too. "Momma's gonna end this real fast with a
power move! You sure these are battle cruisers? These feel like fucking
punching bags!" Brandi lifted the ship's rear high in the air and slid her
arms down its sides until she had it vertical. Then shoved it over. It quickly
sank. Two huge battle cruisers had been destroyed within ten minutes time.

Brandi bounced her huge pecs as she looked for her next victim. The other
cruisers had taken the time to flee. No matter, Brandi was fast and furious
and a fucking killer swimmer. She slid horribly beneath the waves, her Mohawk
the last part of her to disappear, but not before cutting through the sea like
the most horrifying of gargantuan shark fins.

The fleet lost sight of her, but located her on their sonar. Not before it was
too late for the third cruiser. Brandi rose from beneath the big ship,
pressing it on her shoulders, her mighty muscles bulging and popping with
lethal power, "Oh, yeah!" she bellowed, "Big Bad Momma Pump is
un-fucking-stoppable! You want to see power?! Get ready to cream your jeans!"
Brandi strode with the ship doing three amazing military press reps before
throwing the battle cruiser high in the air. It smashed into its neighbor, one
exploding against the other upon impact. "Wow, talk about fucking power! I
just sunk two of your jizz buckets at once. Looks like your battleships are as
fucking weak as your tanks!" Brandi was amongst the fleet now, her attention
shifted to a carrier. It was abuzz with activity, warplanes were getting ready
to launch. She licked her lips, "Mmmm, that's a big mother, loaded with toys
for Big Momma Pump to smash. You dumb-asses think more planes are the answer?
What are they going to do? Stop me? Hurt me? Your rockets and missiles bounce
off of me, your bullets turn to powder. I'm too damned strong! Look at your
battleships, their shells bounce off of me like superballs. I tore them apart
with my bare hands. Just like I'm gonna do now!"

Brandi powered toward the carrier, flexing her tits and pounding her chest
with her fists. Brandi caught the first couple of planes that launched,
"Oooops, looks like Big Bad Momma Pump is too fast and your warplanes are too
fragile. See how they crumple in my fists like paper. Looks like this plan
went to shit too! You stupid twats, I'm gonna sink every one of these boats
and then wipe out another city!"

Queen Kong swatted the next few planes that attempted to attack her into the
sea. She grabbed the front of the carrier and began to push it beneath the
waves; the Muscle Goddess was tearing into the navy like they were nothing but
toys to her. The other ships sent volley after volley of their shells at her,
but they either exploded with no effect or bounced off of her incredibly dense
body. Either way, Brandi hardly noticed, her adrenaline and testosterone were
flowing wildly. Brandi was a brute, enjoying the navy's weakness against her.
She loved how swollen her upper body was as she forced the carrier slowly
beneath the waves. She released the carrier as she saw more planes moving to
launch and men rushing across the deck to ready them.

"You little ants don't know when to quit. You are up against a goddess, you
are powerless to stop me. See how weak and worthless you are!" Brandi inhaled
deeply, bent her head down near the deck and blew. Her lungs let loose a gust
of wind like a hurricane and the men were sent sailing back across the deck,
far away from the planes they were hoping to set against the Monstrous
bodybuilder. "Awww, Big Bad Momma Pump won't let the little worms attack her
with their limpdick warplanes. Momma has other plans for these. Why waste
their rockets and missiles against something that they can't hurt?" With that,
Brandi plucked one from the deck and turned, throwing it through the air like
a pub dart. It flew straight as an arrow into the side of one of the surviving
battle cruisers, blowing a hole in its side.

"Ha, ha, ha! Momma won't waste these on things that are too big and bad to be
stopped! I'll use them to put you dopes out of your misery! Unless you think
you can stop me! Ha, ha, ha!" Brandi grabbed another and threw it, it slammed
into the same cruiser, blasting a second hole in it. The cruiser was smoking
badly now and listing. Brandi left the carrier and waded over to the cruiser.
She kissed her bulging right arm, and drove it ferociously down on the battle
cruiser's center, splitting the crippled battleship in half. "Mmm, let's see
how strong my babies are getting ... ", Brandi saw another squadron of fighter
jets headed her way, as she pulled half of the battle cruiser from the sea and
held it like an accordion across her chest. The fighters veered away, worried
about sending weapons at one of their ships. Brandi smiled and bounced her
pecs, "Don't worry, as soon as I've finished with more of these bath toys,
I'll swat you from the sky like the worthless gnats you are, now watch and
worship! See what a true muscle goddess can do!" Brandi curled the
half-battleship like it was a fifty pound weight, her muscles bulging like
mountains, then pressed her arms together, the ship splintering to bits as is
it were made of balsa wood and tin foil. "Ha, ha, ha ... what can you do to
stop me, worms?" Brandi pulled the remaining half of the battle cruiser from
the roiling water and drove it into the side of a neighboring destroyer. The
destroyer's shells continued to pepper Brandi's monstrous body to little
effect. She flexed her abs as shells burst weakly across her twelve-pack. She
raised the battle cruiser's broken stern above her head again and smashed it
across the destroyer's bow. Parts of the ship caved in from where the
unstoppable Brandi has battered it with its fleet mate.

Little of the cruiser was left in Brandi's hands so she tossed it away, then
moved in to the destroyer to finish her off, "How should I sink you? Oh, wait,
I've been beating the shit out of you with my bare hands. I haven't given you
a chance to hit me. Go ahead, take your best shot!" Brandi laughed as the
bullets and shells turned to powder against her killer body. Brandi bounced
her pecs playfully as she felt the worthless weaponry bounce off of her. Then
another volley of missiles and rockets strafed her impossibly broad back.
Brandi pretended not to notice the fighter jets' weak attempts to stop her.
Every hour she grew bigger, stronger and more unstoppable. Every hour she
destroyed more and more of the tanks, planes and warships laughingly meant to
kill her.

The jets blew through for another pass and unloaded volley after volley.
Brandi turned suddenly and squared like a boxer at the incoming aircraft.
Caught by surprise several were locked in too low and could not escape her
rapid punches. She smashed four from the sky in moments. Her fists so powerful
that the planes exploded on impact, Brandi gloated as the smoldering debris
fanned across her bulk and sunk into the waves. She beat her chest like the
alpha she was, "Your planes and boats are pathetic. You better figure
something out before I sink your entire navy and swat every last bit of your
air force from the sky. Momma Pump is gonna show you how easy it is," with
that Brandi moved in on the destroyer, the turrets turned and continued their
barrage on the monstrous mass of muscles. Brandi stood and enjoyed the shells
as they popped against her, as if she were standing in her shower. The
destroyer feebly attempted to defend itself, but its battle was done.

"Ohhh, someone fucked this boat up. It's on fire. I better put that out," with
that Brandi cut through the water with her powerful arms and sent brutal wall
after wall of sea water at the mortally damaged ship. Within moments, the
fires on deck had been put out and the ship was sunk beneath an
incomprehensible assault of splashing.

"These toys break so easily. They must be made in China. You can't handle a
little splashing? How about your buddy? Are my muscles too big for you?"

The next destroyer gunned its engines and attempted to outrun its massive
pursuer. "You gonna run and gun me? That's fucking funny. I was gonna take my
time with you. Now I think I need to make an example. You see, nobody fucks
with Big Bad Momma Pump and her babies. Nobody takes away my bath toys before
I've had my playtime."

Another swarm of jets flew in to provide cover and allow what remained of the
fleet to beat a retreat. Brandi was having none of it, playtime was coming to
an end. She needed to make her point. Brandi snatched a couple as they flew
by, her arms moving like lightning. "You see this shit? These twat planes?
They can't do nothing to me." She held them out for everyone to see. Their
engines strained, but Brandi easily held them in place. "Look at them, the
engines are too weak, their guns and missiles are about as strong as a
virgin's cum. Now watch and worship!" Brandi swung them together and they
exploded on impact. The muscle beast dropped them like used firecrackers.

She laughed and turned to face a dozen more sweeping in, strafing her with
their useless weapons. She inhaled deeply as they closed, causing an immediate
and large vacuum, half of the jets engines failed and they smashed into
Brandi's monstrous torso. The other jets fought for traction and control, but
couldn't evade the gigantic fists. Brandi battered them to bits. Within
moments more than a dozen warplanes were obliterated. Their delay tactic
hadn't worked so well.

"Where is everybody running to?

Brandi took a deep breath and slid mightily beneath the waves. Within the
amount of time it takes to pee, Brandi emerged breathtakingly from the waves.
She was majestic with the dark water streaming from her bronzed, cut towering
frame. She now stood between the destroyer and the open seas. The turrets
turned and reengaged with the giantess. "That's right," she smiled hungrily,
"take your best shot, sweet cheeks.."

Again the shells bounced off of her like gumballs off a trampoline, in some
cases striking the destroyer and blowing holes in it. "Why are you hitting
yourself? Dumb-ass ... You little twerps like wrestling? Big Bad Momma Pump
does, Momma likey to show off her power moves, like this one."

With that Brandi raised her mountainous right arm and leapt in the air. She
crashed down across the destroyer, striking it with her own atomic elbow. The
weight and power of her muscle split the ship in half. Brandi stood and loved
what she saw, the huge gun ship floating harmlessly, cleaved in half.

Brandi stalked the ship, gloating. She tore a gun turret free, crumpled it
into a ball and through into another fleeing gunship. She tore another free
and hurled it through the gunship a second time. Brandi looked around. Many of
the ships were sunk, some were sinking and in flames. The air force was mostly
gone, swatted from the air like flies. It felt good to be so big and powerful.

Brandi licked her lips as she approached the front half of the destroyer.
"Time to go night, night ... " Brandi shifted her shoulders then beat the shit
out of the destroyer with her fists. It took four blows. The Goddess pulled
the second half onto her shoulders and started to walk toward the air craft
carrier that was readying another dozen warplanes.

"Better hurry ... " Suddenly jets began to take flight but only a few cleared
the deck before Brandi power-slammed the half-destroyer across the carrier.
The impact was horrific, metal mangled with metal, the carrier's foundation
could not handle the stress and added weight, seawater gurgled up through its
middle where Brandi had lodged the half-destroyer. The entire ship was in
chaos, jets skittered off its sides hoping to gain loft - the muscle giantess
swatted them into foamy graves. Brandi hulked over the destruction her
incredible muscles had wrought. She laughed at the weak navy, whose guns and
air force crumbled in her monstrous fists and who were now desperately
attempting to flee her wrath and ungodly strength.

Brandi hit a series of poses, feeling her insatiable body explode with power
and dominant sensuality. She darted her tongue like a serpent as she ripped
off one killer pose after another. Her upper body was throbbing with dense,
sculpted, molten power. Brandi strutted while her victims who were once her
aggressors tried to limp away.

A quick flash glowed beneath the waves and a ripple of current raced toward
the erotic behemoth. Brandi hardly noticed, she was readying her next round of
whoop-ass at the damaged carrier and its wimpy pals. The blow, when it struck
her caught her off-balance and she nearly toppled beneath the waves. The
concussion was incredible, bouncing the carrier's closest side sixty feet in
the air. The second explosion knocked Brandi beneath the waves. More
continued: flashes and concussions underwater.

Then all was suddenly quiet.

On the shore, Jodi's cock was monstrously erect. He pulled violently at his
restraints and this time they buckled and snapped. He surged forward, the
tower nearest him, radioed swiftly, "Secret Weapon is released! All hands on
deck!"

The Admiral alerted his men, "Weapon is loose, pull back. Let the big boy
finish her off!"

Jodi stepped forward and his foot slammed down on a tank, crushing it. Though
he was half Brandi's size, he was crazy fucking strong. The taste of his power
was intoxicating. Jodi took it all in. He forgot about Brandi in the moment
and felt how strong he was and, now how free. "God damn I'm fucking big! Look
at these guns!" Jodi pumped his cannons and saw the tower chest high with all
the puny little army men inside. He let loose and punched it. The metal
crunched as his big fist struck it dead on. The observation desk flew through
the air. One punch.

"Yeah, bitches!" he snarled.

He watched it smash into a nearby building, then reached down and grabbed a
tank. He held it in both hands, the turret turned towards him, "Put us down,
private!", the tank commander ordered.

"Or what, you runt? You gonna shoot? Better make it good, 'cause I'm gonna
tear your shit apart!" Jodi laughed as the tank fired a blast into his chest.
The shell spattered to bits.

"Okay, now I get to play!" and with that Jodi tore the gun and turret loose
and tossed them away. "I got a bigger stick than that!" Jodi used his massive
upper body strength to pull the tank to pieces, the treads snapping like old
rubber bands.

The tanks nearby were in confusion, the big guy was supposed to be on their
side. "What the fuck is going on?" one tank was heard to shout over bedlam
taking place on the ground. Jodi knelt down and battered a line of tanks that
had turned their turrets his way. His fists were fast and furious, their blows
delivered with monstrous aggression. A few got off shots, but the shells were
not large enough to slow Jodi's mighty assault.

The formidable bruiser crouched amidst the debris as more tanks moved in,
fully engaging him now. Shells smashed against his tough hide, the muscle
giant's cock fully erect as he sat on the ground, colossal legs spread open,
enjoying the feeling of the weaponry hitting him like an infant's fists. The
tanks foolishly closed in expecting to find a weak spot if they shortened the
distance between them and this engorged beast with less than one percent body
fat.

Jodi flexed his meat cannons, their bulk bulging as the adrenaline continued
to flow through his body. "Come to Poppa Power! You want to play with these?",
he spat down on his throbbing cock, then rubbed it in with his right hand, his
member glistening and menacing, "Or you want some of this?" Jodi laughed as
the tanks continued their volley of shells against his chiseled abs and slabs
of upper-body muscle.

He let them come even closer, bouncing his pecs and feeling his muscles,
stroking his cock. He was in total control and enjoying each moment of
pleasure and arousal it brought. The tanks rolled in even closer, firing shell
after shell at the monstrous former private, though he felt every blow, it
just made his cock harder and his muscles flex bigger. Suddenly he slammed his
monster meat down on the first tank, crushing its turret and dislodging its
treads. His cock battered it again and again until it was fully flattened. He
laughed as he looked at the destruction his prick had caused, "Look at that
you punks, looks like Poppa's got the biggest gun in the house!"

With that he jerked his cock, his shaft lubed with the leaking oils of the
wasted tank. The other tanks continued their weak assault, not backing down.
With two more pulls Jodi unleashed a torrent of cum that he directed like
bursts of missiles at his antagonists, the tanks melting on contact: the
intense heat of his semen destroyed their metals like acid. "Fucking A! See
that? Poppa's jizz is killer! I'm kicking your puss-asses with my cum-stick!
Now I'm gonna have me some real fun!"

Jodi stood, he had grown some more, his body taller and even more bulky. His
ears had become pointier, his teeth sharper - he was evolving. He strode past
the smashed and melted military and towards a mass of buildings. Though shells
and bullets continued to strafe his thighs and midsection, he could have cared
less. He caught his reflection is the shiny plate glass windows of the office
building across from him. Holy shit he had gotten big. He played with his
muscles, watched how they grew as he flexed - biceps bigger than his unusually
large head, thighs that were unbelievably thick and surged with untested
power. His chest was massive, flanked by wings for lats and mountain-boulder
shoulders. Jodi reared back and smashed his fist into the building - floors
exploded on impact. He wailed on it, like a mighty beast he punished the steel
and glass structure until it toppled in pieces at his feet. He roared in
victory, inflating his chest and beating it with his fists. He saw mere steps
away a trio of jeeps armed with rocket launchers. They sent a volley toward
him which exploded on his armor-plated thighs, stinging like small bee bites,
but making him laugh rather than run in fear. "You little runts think that
crap is tough, watch this, Jodi grabbed a jeep in each hand and smashed them
against his chest, they broke into bits and fell helplessly to the ground. The
last of the three he smashed horribly beneath his gigantic foot, driving his
leg down onto it like a pile driver onto a rock, smashing it into pulp and
bits of tin.

"Watch this shit," Jodi slowly slid into a killer double biceps pose, allowing
his muscles to expand unbelievably, almost hypnotically to monstrous girth -
veins popping and peaks exploding. He then brought the bis to his mouth and
kissed them - then returned to pump his guns a few more times. "Raw fucking
power! You people see this shit! I'm gonna use these boys to wreck you!" Jodi
strode over to another building, one about fifty feet taller than him. He
bounced on the balls of his feet and dropped back and unleashed a devastating
kick with his titanic right leg, the building exploded on impact, its upper
stories obliterated. Jodi slapped his bulging thighs, "And these are even
badder than the boys. These are fucking atomic!" The building now was an
inferno, and half its earlier height, it now was about waist high. Jodi
extinguished the fire by pissing on the rubble.

Jodi felt three sharp blows to his back, his mind raced, was it that monstrous
cunt Brandi that he wanted to fight/fuck so badly? No, as he turned he saw the
gleam of the jets, a quick stream of bullets brushed his back, they were about
as deadly as tic tacs against his bruising bulk. Truth be told, bullets had
done little to him since he hit the 50 foot mark, his muscles were so large
and dense at that point, they bounced off - now they shattered against his
brutish skin. The fighters unloaded more of the rockets that had bothered him
before. His reflexes were lightning fast, Jodi had always been a fighter and
was quick to respond to other's aggression. Jodi grabbed one of the rockets
and held it in his hand, the two others punched him in the chest and shoulder.

Jodi snarled out a menacing laugh and threw the rocket back at the jets as
they shot up above him and out of range of his arms. The rocket clipped a wing
and sent a jet into a toppling roll back towards earth, the rocket contacting
it as it was headed straight upwards above the giant. Jodi grabbed the fallen
eagle in his great big arms and held it, while the pilot fought - blasting his
engines - desperately trying to break free. Jodi was too strong, though. His
upper body was ungodly broad and powerful. He tore the engine free, "Unh, uh,
your Poppa's bitch now, turd." Jodi threw the engine away like a broken lego.
The other engine flared feebly. Jodi removed that, as well, just like pulling
the wings from a stunned fly. He flashed his incisors and raised the body of
the jet to his mouth and tore into the cockpit with his lethal teeth. In one
bite the pilot and the cockpit were consumed.

The jets made another pass, punching the muscular monster with more rockets.
One thing about Jodi, he could take punches all day long. He was resilient in
his earlier life, now he was a fucking mountain, and mountains are hard to
bring down with punches. Jodi smiled darkly, blood dripping from his lips and
teeth and threw the wingless jet's body at his attackers - he speared another,
this one skidded in flaming impact at his feet. He hoisted it up, blew out the
flames and studied this one. It was scorched but mostly intact, part of its
tail had been ripped free by the jet carcass that had smashed against it. Jodi
bit into the cockpit and consumed another pilot, "Mmmm, I think I like them
flame-broiled ... " The jets had slipped by him and were readying for a third
pass, they were starting to bank. Jodi flung the burnt plane like a boomerang,
hard and true and caught another fighter jet unaware, splitting it in half.
Jodi's boomerang returned to his hand. "I can do this all day. You boys want
to go at this like men, I'll drop this. You come at me direct and we'll see
who's left standing," Jodi dropped the makeshift boomerang and bounced his
gigantor pecs. "You boys can have first shots," Jodi draped his arms around
his neck and left his body open. The jets came in hard and fast and unleashed
a swarm of stingers; they struck at Jodi like a gang battering all about his
body. He began to stagger amidst the weight of the assault, but as he was
about to drop a pair of jets swooped in low attempting a deathblow at his
neck. Foolishly they flew within reach. His massive right arm smashed down on
the first, driving it to the ground. It exploded into an overpass. The second
fared less well: Jodi yanked it from the air by its tail. "Poppa likes playing
with these toys. The only problem is they break so easy, 'cause my boys don't
know their own strength," Jodi snapped the body of the plane in half, like a
twig, "Oops, what did I say, I'm just too big for my own good." Jodi pumped
his mighty right arm, the veins flared with power. His cock was throbbing. He
was rock hard.

The squadron of jets, or what was left of them swooped back in, undeterred by
Jodi's power. The last volley of rockets had affected the giant; perhaps
continuing that sort of offensive would bring him to his knees. The sleek
warbirds unloaded rocket after rocket, they pummeled the raging beast. Jodi
stroked his cock as they approached, pre-cum dripped from its tip, searing the
blacktop below. The rockets struck his upper body. They hurt, but not
unbelievably so. From what he could tell, he was suffering very marginal
burns, but his skin wasn't bleeding. Jodi stroked his cock firmer, and raised
its head. He moaned and released. The first spurt of cum struck the squadron
leader dead-on, the front of his craft melted on impact and fell from the sky.
Jodi jerked a second time, growling a spurt further and harder than the first
striking a jet in its belly, burning a wing off and sending that colliding
into its neighbor. Jodi laughed and shot another load of spunk high in the air
catching in the engine of another fighter, the plane losing altitude and
velocity and gliding right into Jodi. The gigantic muscle man broke it in
pieces with a jarring blow flow his left fist. "You runts want some more? My
meat cannon's got more muscle than all your rockets!" Jodi beat his chest with
his crushing fists and roared! The debris of more than half the squadron lay
at his feet. The rest of the jets retreated.

Jodi surveyed the landscape. His rampage had just started. The military was
scrambling to stop him and the giantess with the hot tits, and killer body. He
was gonna have some fun with them and then turn his attention on getting his
rocks off with a woman who could handle it. The question was, where had she
gone. He looked out at the ocean, where the fleet was in disarray, lots of it
sinking or burning or both. There was no sign of her incredible bod.

To be continued ...