Celia
by Eric The Red
Her massive body bulged and grew above me, titanic thighs crushing my sides

Blurb for link:
"Her massive body bulged and grew above me, titanic thighs crushing my
sides, taking my breath away as her face redenned, smiling down at me in
sadistic lust."

(Please contact me at cbrneher00@gmail.com if you like this story or if you
are interested in more!)

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Standing before the crowd, her smile authentic and glimmering, Celia threw
her hair back, her short skirt twirling in the motions of her acrobatics,
the roar and excitement from the big college crowd fueling her energy. She
had always been high energy and passionate, and tonight, the last big game
of the season, she was at her peak.

Her boyfriend Chris sat in the stands, smiling and waving at her in between
plays, his obsession was the game, and his task, it seemed, was being with
Celia. He never really seemed as passionate or committed, but she didn't
mind, he was hers.

Celia was only 5'4", she was a naturally beautiful girl, fit and athletic.
She had a gorgeous face and a beautiful smile, with mischievous,
penetrating eyes. Her boyfriend Chris loved her large, perky tits and
curvaceous build, even with her being shorter than him by a lot, at his
6'2".

After the game they went back to their small studio apartment in their
midwest, country, farmers town city, no big after parties or celebrations
after the devastating loss their team had suffered. Chris had been broken,
truly upset with the loss, and unknowingly, this excited Celia, his
frustrations and anger arousing her sadistic side as she joked and mocked
him.

"That's because your team sucks, babe. The other team was obviously
stronger, faster, and more aggressive. That's all it takes," she teased. He
slammed the refrigerator shut and glared at her, saying, "You're only
trying to get me riled up, as usual, you little punk." She hated his
demeaning, taunting nicknames, but she knew he didn't really mean to hurt
her. She just wished he couldn't... wouldn't even dare... try to taunt her.

They relaxed on the couch, watching some crap reality show, and her hunger
started to creep in, as always. She wanted him, to jump on his skinny, tall
frame and smother him, envelope him in her body, take him deep inside of
her and watch his face change in lust and passion. She wanted to scream as
she rode him, to rip his clothes off of his body.

Celia wanted this, and so much more, but she was shy, frail, and too small.
She didn't have the self confidence or physical presence to do the things
she wanted, so she cuddled and hugged him, playing with his thigh until he
got the hint, and had mediocre sex for 20 minutes before he came, her
favorite moment, when he was vulnerable and desperate for her, and then
shortly after, fell right to sleep.

Celia grew tired of this, she adored her boyfriend, but the reality of the
situation did nothing for her imagination. She started to volunteer at a
ranch near the college, wrangling cattle, sheep, and horses. There was
another girl there, tall, beautiful, and good with the animals. Celia was
jealous of her, being that tall with her long, powerful legs gripping the
horse. She imagined being that size, what she could do to Chris with legs
like that....

After several months, Celia had learned to hog tie and lasso, learning rope
binds, even on a struggling calf. She was becoming stronger, her body
hardening and growing , her legs and arms now dense with corded,
thick muscles. She was still short and built smaller, but she enjoyed the
feeling of her body growing, becoming stronger.

She started becoming more confident in the bedroom, starting foreplay with
teasing and wrestling. She was skillful, but not strong enough to
completely overpower Chris, she could only take control if she had an
advantage.

One such time, Chris was laying on the couch, resting his head on the arm
of the sofa, his body laid out on the seats. Celia had been teasing him,
wearing a skimpy lace outfit, her large, firm breasts visible through the
black fabric. She rubbed her butt against his head as she walked by, her
ass bouncing and perky in her black boy shorts.

He was reacting as he kept trying to grab her, the bulge in his shorts
growing as Celia stopped, facing his feet, his head just in front of her
crotch as she leaned over, rubbing her hands down his tall, skinny body.
How she wanted to crush his body under hers, lift him in the air, overpower
him...

Fantasizing the reality she couldn't ever face, she slid her thighs over
his head and neck, planting her ass over his eyes and nose, her pussy
firmly against his mouth. Chris felt her arousal through the boy shorts,
and then felt her thighs start to close, squeezing his neck tightly as she
locked her ankles.

His face was smothered by her smooth, perky ass, and the muscle and density
from her new found hobbies was evident in her thighs as she crossed her
ankles, and then started pulsing and flexing on his neck and face. Chris
moaned into her, the feeling giving him immense pleasure, but also making
him panic, his breath gone from her constricting scissors hold.

Celia started to squeeze harder and harder, slowly grinding on his face and
neck, her hands on his chest as she felt him start to panic, pulling
against her thighs and ass. She bit her lip, her pussy soaking wet as she
enjoyed his body struggling, hearing him whimper deep inside of her.

Celia squeezed as hard as she could, and heard Chris scream into her, her
body reaching climax. Just as she was about to orgasm, Chris pulled hard on
her back, pulling her body over him and the couch, landing her in a 69
position, as Chris escaped the hold.

"No, you don't get to escape!" Celia said playfully, although she was angry
and frustrated, trying to mount him again. She wanted to fuck his face and
make him choke, and she was so close... only to be denied.. Chris laughed,
struggling with her and overpowering her, taking her into the bedroom, his
dick throbbing from her attack.

He had loved the feeling of her over him, dominating him, but he couldn't
handle the scissors, it scared him, even though it was still a massive turn
on. He would rather just have sex with her, kiss her beautiful body, as
they made love, and he genuinely thought she wanted that too.

He didn't know that Celia was brooding, angry with her small body, and
vowed to become stronger, more skilled, and to one day make Chris helpless
beneath her, doing whatever she wanted to him, even if he fought and
begged...especially if he begged...

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Celia finished her schooling as a biochemist with honors, getting a job as
an intern with a huge multimillion dollar company that had moved into the
outskirts of their small farming town. Chris had struggled, losing his
scholarship and working dead end jobs at restaurants, and Celia had taken a
break from him, still sharing the rent but finding her own place, focusing
on herself, frustrated at her size difference.

Chris had gotten bigger, and Celia, although strong, curvaceous, and great
with wrestling naturally, could no longer even take him by surprise. Their
relationship had suffered, although Celia never really told him her true
desires. She didn't want him to just give in and submit, she wanted to take
him, to own and dominate him, wanted him to fight against her, to become
her victim.

Celia worked in the test area, a smart and creative woman now, getting
clearance to test areas and subjects that were not released to the public.
She came across a panel of doctors who were looking for volunteers, testing
biological enhancements in humans. She knew it was illegal, and that this
was why they were in this small town, but they paid well, and the
injections...intrigued her.

The company made the enhancements for military research, optimizing ground
warfare through physical manipulation. Bone density enhancements, growth
and muscular development, endurance, advanced sensory perception, etc.
Celia was immediately interested, signing up to volunteer, and even
becoming a lead in one of the test departments focusing on bone density.

Tests went well, bodybuilders looking to get ahead of the game
volunteered, having immediate - within minutes- results. 5,10, 20 percent
growth rates. It was miraculous. Celia was immediately interested,
volunteering multiple times and being denied for high risk, as small as she
was.

Finally she went to the director, stating her case as one of the forefront
biechemists, and signed ten different waivers, becoming the first person to
volunteer for all trials. She took the lead on the amounts, starting slow,
but with big plans to fully illustrate the research, and to become nearly
superhuman.

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Chris hadn't seen Celia in months, he suspected she was either just done
with him, a broke loser with no direction, or that she had found someone
else, or both. He was crashed out on the couch, getting drunk, and he heard
a solid knock on the door. "I'm busy, if it's important, call my phone and
leave a message!" He said, taking another sip of his beer.

The knock came again, impatient sounding, and it shook the door. "Fuck
off!" Chris said, turning the sound on the TV up loud enough that it
covered the knocking. It didn't cover the sound of the door crashing
against the wall, the lock and chain shattering as the visitor burst
through it.

Chris jumped up from the couch, stumbling drunk, and lost his ability to
breathe, staring wide-eyed, mouth agape at the largest, most muscular woman
he had ever seen. The woman turned, closing the door behind her, grabbing
the refrigerator next to it and sliding it - with one arm - in front of the
doorway.

"Who the fuck are... my door, what are you," Chris stammered as the woman
came toward him, walking slowly. She was 3 or 4 inches taller than him,
with broad, muscular shoulders. He took in the sight of her, still in
shock.

She stood in front of him, hands on her hips in a tight, revealing sun
dress. It was black and white with polka dots, a little frill at the edge
of the skirt, and she wore flat black shoes, which illustrated how tall she
really was, even without heels. She was massive. Huge, bulging thighs shown
from beneath the dress, flowing into thick, diamond shaped calves down to
her flats.

Her upper body was like a bodybuilder, powerful arms bulging and rippling
with dense muscle, her thick neck and traps popping out of the dress, just
above a set of tits that Chris locked his eyes on to. Each breast was
larger than his head, her thick, voluptuous cleavage jumping out of the "V"
of the sun dress.

"Like what you see?" A feminine, sultry, but familiar voice asked him,
flexing her arms together, her fists at her thin, solid waist, pressing her
tits together as the fabric strained and stretched to hold in her huge
breasts. She was enormous, and Chris was still in shock when she stepped
forward, grabbing him by the neck and punching him, hard, directly in the
stomach.

"Hrrgnnnn," Chris moaned, collapsing into her body, his face slapping
against her breasts, solid, muscular curves that he never imagined could
exist on anyone. Her fist was still in his torso, and he grabbed on to it,
the punch nearly crippling him, making his legs shake.

His hands felt her arm as she grabbed the back of his shirt with her other
hand, moving him against the wall, slamming him flat against it and
pressing him tight to it, her massive body pressing down on him. He felt
her powerful arm bulge, solid as rock and bigger than one of his legs as
she reached back, pulling it out and then slamming it into his stomach
again.

"Jesus, your body is hu..... grgghhhh," Chris stammered, still in shock at
the whole event, but unable to comprehend her mass, size, and density. She
was absolutely huge, and even though he was scared and confused why she was
attacking him, he felt a familiar presence and attraction to her.

The woman laughed down at him, her face close to his, lips nearly brushing
against him as she smashed his body against the wall. He could hear it
creaking from her weight and size, and he had trouble breathing from her
fist in his gut, and her body grinding him against the wall.

"What's the matter Chris? Little girl hurting you? I'm barely even using
any strength, " The woman said, and Chris, through his drunken stupor,
finally looked, really looked, at the woman's face. He saw a beautiful,
more mature and confident Celia staring back at him, a wicked grin on her
thick, pouty lips.

"Celia, what the fu.. how are you so... big?" Chris sputtered, having
trouble breathing with her massive body pressing against him. "Oh, honey,"
Celia said teasingly, leaning onto Chris and flexing her large, solid
breasts into him, feeling his ribs bend and his breath come in gulps. "I'm
not even as big as I plan to get just yet, this is only the beginning."

She flexed her massive body, crushing Chris into the wall, the drywall
cracking and giving in to the power of this woman, her massive body
literally pushing Chris slowly through the wall. "Whats the matter? Did I
take your breath away?" Celia whispered, planting her feet and slowly
pushing Chris through the wall, her body moving both of them from the
living room and into the bedroom.

"Your breath was always mine, Chris. Your body, and your mind belong to me.
I own you, you just didn't know it yet. I am now physically able to do what
I want with you, and there isn't anything you can do to stop me," Celia
said, finally shoving him all the way through the wall, her breasts
literally pushing him in and across the bedroom as she tensed, stepping
through to follow.

Chris lay on the floor gasping, holding his ribs." Fuck, Celia, you could
have killed me," he choked, coming to his feet. Celia laughed, "Don't
worry, I planned for your weak body to be able to handle mine. This
chemical is what made me this large. That, paired with a lot of weight
training, but it doesn't matter. You get your own dose, for those frail
bones, " Celia said, bringing a needle up from a small container.

She walked up to Chris, grabbing his arm and shoving the needle into his
shoulder, injecting the full amount into him. He stared in fear, wondering
what she had just given him, as his body slowly felt like it was on fire
from the Inside. He felt his bones shift and burn furiously, and he
collapsed, barely able to think and breathe through the pain.

Celia held him by the arm, watching intently as his face contorted from
pain. She was jealous that it wasn't her causing this pain, but it excited
her just the same. She loved his suffering, and with this bone density
enhancer, she could use all of her strength on him, and he would survive,
but would have to tolerate the agony endlessly as she exerted her insane
power.

Celia would grow and grow, until Chris was shrouded and meek beneath her,
and then she would enslave and torture him. In a few minutes, Chris had
recovered, and Celia tested the chemical, gripping his forearm and crushing
it with all of her strength.

Chris felt immense pressure on his arm, screaming in agony as he watched
Celia's arms bulge and flex enormously, compressing his forearm. His bones
held up, even though his muscle tissue was smashed, the circulation
stopping in his hand, turning it pale white.

"Good, now I can really fuck you up," Celia said, releasing his arm and
grabbing him by the shirt. She lifted him up to her, pulling him tightly
against her body. His legs were shaking as the blood flow returned to his
hand. He had large, red handprints on his forearm where she had squeezed it
until it was numb, but his bones felt fine, if a little sore.

"Celia, I don't understand, what is this, how did you get so big?" Chris
whined, confused, scared, and amazed at the whole thing. If it weren't for
the broken wall, the pain, and the feeling of arousal stirring inside him
at the change in his beautiful girlfriend, he would have thought he was
dreaming.

"The only thing you need to know is that this is who I really am, who I
have become. I have wanted to be able to do things to you that you couldn't
possibly imagine for a very long time. Now, I will show you. I will force
you to sate my hunger," Celia said to him, a devious, intense smile on her
beautiful face.

Her breasts were heaving, stretching the tight dress as she spoke to him,
her excitement at her new body, his reaction, the fear and confusion
overwhelming her. She couldn't take it anymore.

Celia kissed him then, slamming Chris tightly against her massive,
hardened body. Her mouth, lips, and tongue  were larger, more powerful, and
forceful than he remembered. Her tongue seemed twice as long as she shoved
it into his mouth, kissing him passionately, shoving his tongue around with
hers, moaning deeply as she devoured him.

She wrapped her arms around his body, his 6 foot, skinny frame completely
enclosed in her arms, her breasts smashing his chest as she flexed and
crushed him in her powerful kiss. Chris couldn't budge, his arms pinned to
his sides. Between her forceful kiss, and her crushing, squeezing muscles
getting tighter around him, he started to panic, unable to breathe.

Celia reacted to his moaning and struggling, kissing harder and squeezing
him even tighter. He could feel her arms bulge and shake in exertion as his
newly reinforced bones began to bend and crease under her strength.

She lifted him up in the air, suddenly sucking his tongue into her mouth, a
powerful, gulping feeling of raw power just from her kiss alone overwhelmed
Chris, making him whimper and moan into her. Celia laughed into his mouth,
pulsing her bear hug on him now, allowing him short gasps of air as she
pumped, squeezed, and, flexed on his much smaller body.

Chris was in a dream world, unable to budge or even speak through Celia's
onslaught, and he felt himself succumbing to her incredible body and kiss,
his dick starting to grow and throb against her rock hard abdomen. He gave
himself up to her kiss and crushing embrace, becoming harder beneath her
massive frame, his dick erect and pulsing against her muscles.

"Oh, what's this, little boyfriend?" Celia teased, suddenly releasing her
kiss, holding him tightly against her in the air, his feet dangling inches
from the floor. "Do you LIKE me dominating you? Hmm?" She teased again,
pulsing and squeezing the breath from his lungs between her words, kissing
him between breaths, his body completely immobile.

"Whats wrong? Can't talk? Hmm? Does your little sweet girlfriend have
control of your breath? Hmmmm?" She squeezed, clamping down with incredible
force, Chris's body feeling like it was trapped in a vice. He failed and
kicked his legs uselessly against her, his dick still hard even through the
agonozing torment.

He looked down, hoping to look at Celia and communicate his need to breathe
as she squeezed, shaking him with the force of the pressure, and her
powerful exertion. He saw her face then, her reddened cheeks flushed,
biting her lips, her eyes closed in ecstasy... and he realized Celia was
aroused and excited as she was doing this to him.

Chris was terrified, genuinely afraid for his life, yet still in shock that
his lovable, adorable girlfriend was now the size of a small truck. She had
just shoved him through the wall in the apartment that she hadn't been in
in months, and was now crushing the life slowly out of him, only saving him
with the bone density chemical, and seemed to be...truly enjoying it.

Celia adjusted, tightening her arms around him even further, her forearms
the size of his neck digging into his back. Chris took a deep breath, and
before Celia could lock in the hold again, begged for his life. "Celia
please, you're going to kill me, fucking please don't hurt me!"

Celia's eyes opened, a look of humor and curiosity passing over her
excited, beautiful features. She unceremoniously dropped Chris, releasing
him as he crashed to the floor, coughing and sputtering for breath. "I
don't plan to kill you, little boyfriend, little slave of mine, but I
haven't even started hurting you just yet."

She stretched one of her meaty, titanic legs backwards in her little flat
back shoes, and kicked him hard, right in the stomach, launching his body
onto the bed in a heap. Before Chris could react, Celia was on top of him,
lightning fast, slamming her body into his.

She pinned him to the mattress, entwining her legs in his, stretching them
wide, forcing them apart with her own in a powerful, painful grapevine. Her
thighs and hips pressed down on him, crushing him beneath her muscular
body. Celia took the small case she had brought and set it down on the
nightstand.

Chris tried to alleviate the strain on his legs, and the weight of her body
in him, pushing against his girlfriends new, massive body. Every inch he
touched was hard like stone, her muscles dancing and rippling beneath the
skin, and he was unable to budge her.

Celia laughed at his efforts, brushing her hair back over one shoulder, her
sexy, beautiful face smiling down at Chris as he struggled. She lifted her
hips high up off of him, her muscular arms on either side of his skinny
shoulders, then slammed her hips down, her pelvis and thighs knocking the
wind out of him.

"Wooorrggfffhhf," Chris muttered, as Celia giggled at him, raising up
higher this time, and repeating the motion. She started bouncing off of
him, humping him into the mattress with overwhelming force as Chris
struggled to breathe, pressing against her shoulders, hips and thighs
uselessly.

She repeated this for a while as Chris felt his body weakening. Celia
pounded his body into the mattress with her own, the loud slapping noise
from their bodies colliding echoing through the apartment. His television
was still blaring in the other room, drowning out some of the noise that
Celia was causing, Chris's grunts and whimpering, Celia's laughter and
taunting muffled by the noise.

Celia suddenly stopped her thrusts, grabbing both of his arms and pinning
them above his head to the mattress. She took her free arm and flexed her
bicep over Chris's face, leaning over him and stretching his legs out
painfully, trapped tight in her meaty, bulky thighs and calves.

"Look at that fucking muscle, Chris, mmmfff, it's the size of your head,
and hard as a fucking rock," Celia hissed, flexing her bulging, massive arm
as it shook in front of Chris's face from her powerful exertion. "Celia,
fuck, you're scaring me," Chris whispered, afraid that she might become
more excited by his fear and the pain she was causing.

"You should be scared, bitch," Celia said, slamming her arm into his face,
rubbing the peaked, firm bicep over his mouth. "I haven't even started yet,
like I said. Now kiss it, or I'll start slamming your pathetic body even
harder," Celia said, smothering him with her bicep, slamming her hips into
him three more times in rapid succession. She held tight on the last
thrust, flexing her thighs, hips and ass on top of him, crushing him to the
bed.

Chris obeyed and started kissing her, even as he struggled, which Celia
loved, his frail, weak body completely helpless as he kissed, sucked and
licked on her powerful, massive arm. "You fucking love it, don't you,
bitch? I can feel your dick hard underneath me as I dominate you. Say it.
Say you're my bitch and you want me to hurt you."

Celia hissed this into Chris's ear, her thick, soft lips brushing against
his cheek. "Say it, bitch!" Celia screamed, and started punching him in the
ribs with violent, bed-shaking punches, thumping her fist into his ribs,
chest, and stomach with incredible force. "Hrggnnhhggnnn... noooo," Chris
said weakly, trying to resist her. He could do nothing but take the
beating, his arms and legs trapped, Celia's massive body pinning him to the
bed.

She hit him repeatedly, demanding that he submit to her and beg for her to
hurt him, to continue beating him. He couldn't even scream, much less
submit as she pummeled his body, the entire bed shaking with her powerful
fist beating into him.

Celia stopped and leaned into Chris, shoving her massive tits into his
face, the lacey polka dot dress slowly tearing at the seams as her body
flexed and bulged in the fabric. Chris gasped for air as she pressed down
on him, crushing his lungs, his chest and his neck.

With desperate, humiliating effort, Chris begged, "Please, eergghhhnn,
please Celia, I'm your little bitch, please hurt me, oh fuurrrgghnnn, just
let me go...hrrggnhhnnnn," he said, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Celia released his arms and relaxed her legs, leaning up slightly as she
laughed a rich, vibrant laugh above him, hear breasts heaving in the
motion. "Good boy," she said, reaching over to the small bag and unzipping
it, watching with a smile as Chris caught his breath, trying to wipe the
tears from his eyes.

She set the bag down on the bed next to Chris, and slapped his arms away
from his face, leaning over him and slowly, sensually began licking the
tears from his cheeks. Her long, thick tongue licked up and down his face
as his now gigantic girlfriend drank in his tears. She moaned and sucked
them into her mouth, then kissed Chris passionately, sucking on his lips
and tongue with a powerful, hungry kiss.

Celia leaned up again, both of them now breathing heavily. Celia moaned,
kissing Chris on the neck, cheek and mouth, grinding her pelvis onto him,
his cock still hard and throbbing, betraying him as he was assaulted and
made to be his new girlfriends sexual victim. "That's right Chris, that's
the taste of your suffering. You will have more tears than you have ever
imagined falling from those soft brown eyes. Now, let's get back to
business. You were worshipping my huge, powerful arm..." Celia said,
stuffing her bicep back in his face.

Chris struggled to fight her, to beg her to stop, to understand why she was
doing this. He suddenly realized this had always been what Celia liked, she
had attempted to dominate him, to hurt him many times. She laughed and
engaged in kissing or sex when he got injured, stubbing his toe or slamming
something onto a finger. This was... really his girlfriend, but thanks to
science, she was able to do everything she ever wanted to him, and with his
reinforced body, he would have to endure it.

Celia's hardened bicep brought him back to reality as she slammed it into
his mouth. "Kiss it like it's your little, pretty girlfriend, Chris. Kiss
her goodbye. There is only power, humiliation, and service to me, your
goddess now. I will show you true ecstasy, and you will give me the
greatest pleasure by begging, crying and suffering to me, unwillingly."

Chris tried to please Celia, licking, biting and sucking on her arm as she
flexed and pulsed on his mouth, smashing his head against the bed. She
would've broken his nose or jaw if he hadn't received whatever the bone
strengthening chemical was. It was still incredibly painful, though, and as
his girlfriend's excitement grew, as did the force and strength of her
domination.

She smothered his face in her arm, laughing and moaning atop him, slamming
her hips into his body now, his legs still trapped in hers. He felt the
wetness and heat from her panties below the sundress, and knew she was
getting more turned on by forcing him to suffer and worship her body. He
was truly scared, and didn't know if, or when, Celia would ever stop. He
felt her reach above him and switch arms, still holding him, and commanded
him to repeat the process of worshipping her opposite arm.

Chris obeyed, desperately sucking and kissing her powerful arm as she
fumbled with the bag next to them on the bed. Chris watched as she pulled
another needle from it, smiling down at him with a wicked grin. "Last stage
of the process baby. You thought I was big now? You thought the power you
felt, making you suffer and cry was the last of it?" She asked tauntingly,
and slammed the needle into her thick, meaty thigh.

Celia groaned, injecting all but a drop of the fluid, and sat up on her
knees, straddling Chris's legs, his bulging dick showing through his jeans.
She unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out forcefully, and before Chris
could react, pressed the needle into his swollen cock, draining the rest of
the syringe.

"What the fuck? Celia, ohhh guurrrghhnnnn," Chris groaned, his
body writhing as he felt his dick grow longer and expand, pulsing and
throbbing from his arousal and this wonder drug. He felt his muscles harden
and tighten, the residual effect of the drug that mostly influenced his
manhood hardening his body as well, new power flowing through him.

Suddenly he realized Celia was going though the same process, but amplified
by the amount she had just injected, and her already massive, incredible
body began to grow. She growled above him, an animalistic, moaning sound
escaping her thick, pouty lips as she closes her eyes, tilting her head
back and expanding before his very eyes.

Her arms, still lathered with Chris's forced worship and saliva from his
kissing, bulged and pulsed, flexing and growing even larger as she flexed
and shook from the power. She visibly became taller, her breasts heaving
and beginning to tear her sundress as it struggled to contain her enormous
body.

She screamed, arching backwards, her thighs ballooning above Chris's new,
enormous cock, and she flexed her arms above her, hands behind her head, as
her sundress exploded from her body, ripping it to shreds. Under her dress,
her tight, lacey, black bra held together as her abs and obliques
stretched, rippling and pulsing with powerful, rock hard muscle.

Celia grew to an enormous size, easily gaining another foot on Chris, her
body bulging and trembling with her new, immense power. Breathing heavily,
her face flushed and reddened from exertion, she looked down on Chris, her
hungry, sadistic smile back on her beautiful face.

"Mmm, I'm so fucking HUGE," Celia said, flexing above Chris, and he
watched, his dick growing even harder with arousal as Celia displayed her
incredible body above him. "This is much better, my little boy - slave,"
Celia teased, grabbing his dick in her hand, her forearm bulging and
flexing as she squeezed his newly engorged cock.

"You weren't bad before, but obviously, I need something my size. Plus, you
can handle a little more now, as the drug spread into your puny body." She
finished the sentence, suddenly jumping up onto his chest, slamming her
thighs onto his shoulders. She straddled his chest, his neck and head
inches from her panties and crotch as she pulled his head deep into her,
lifting him off the bed into her thighs.

Celia straightened her enormous legs, trapping Chris in a front
headscissors, his mouth buried in her soaking panties. She leaned back,
laying atop his body, his head still trapped in her thighs, pulled upwards
as she lay down on top of Chris and the bed.

Her upper body was right on Chris's legs, her head and arm near his now
massive cock, bulging from his jeans. She looked at his dick, smiling as
she tensed and pulses her legs on Chris's face, then looked back at Chris
as she wrapped her meaty, thick arm around his cock.

Celia encircled his dick and balls in the crook of her arm, her forearm and
bicep wrapping around it, the hardness, size, and bulging intensity making
him feel like he would explode. Her bicep completely enveloped his cock,
and as she crushed his head with her legs, lifting him just enough off the
bed to witness her molestation of his new giant cock, she started flexing
and pulsing her arm around his manhood.

Chris's saliva still coated Celia's thick bicep as it bulged, flexed, and
massaged his dick. Her powerful body stretched avove him, rippling with
muscle, as her thighs strangled him, bending his hardened skull between the
powerful cords of her thighs. She went back and forth from watching Chris
suffer and writhe to looking at his dick and balls with lust as she choked
him, smothering both his neck and his dick in her muscular prison.

Chris felt his climax surging, the sensation of her powerful arm pulsing
and flexing on his dick and balls overwhelming him, as he heard Celia,
giggling, say, "Oh, little boyfriend of mine, you don't get release," as
she flexed her arm to enormous proportion, her eyebrows furrowing with
exertion, crushing his manhood.

Chris screamed into her panties and thighs, before it was quickly silenced
by her legs flexing and ballooning, scissoring him into silence. He was
smothered in her pussy, her arousal coating his face and mouth through her
panties, as he strangled in her muscular choke.

He felt himself begin to pass out, just as Celia relaxed, and heard her
say, "You don't get to sleep either, little boy-slave. You will suffer, and
beg for me to keep torturing you. I will decide when you get to sleep and
when you get release, but for now, you suffer beneath my enormous
body!" Celia screamed above him, her thighs and arm crushing him again,
pulsing and relaxing, pulsing and relaxing, keeping him awake and hard in
her muscle, but denying him release, and keeping him barely conscious.

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To be continued...