Daddy's Little Killer
by dmaynard
Young girl experiences a supernatural violent change...


NOTE: Adult content, senseless violence, plz be over 18 ty!

Jill was, more or less, a typical teenager of 16. With one, rather large,
exception. She was overwieght.

At this most impressionable age, at a time when fitting in and being accepted
by your peers is the most important thing in the world, Jill was largely
shunned and ridiculed because she did not fit what the world viewed as the
"preferable female shape".

Jill had very few friends, mostly other overweight girls, who banded together
for support and protection. Unlike her 18 year old brother, who participated
in sports and was generally fit and attractive for his age, Jill was often
moody, angry, frustrated with herself, her position at school, how her parents
related to her.

Her folks tried many different things, but they were little help because Jill
took after her father, who was generally lazy and disinclined to take care of
his body. Her mother was rail-like due to her genetics, but mousy and weak.
Her father often bereated her in front of Mark, comparing how successful he
was in terms of friends and sports, when he wasn't to drunk to do so. It was
almost as if Mark was adopted, he was so different from his family. He did
little to prevent his father from harassing her, and typically jeered and
belittled Jill with all the arrogance and attitude one such as Mark would
have. Jill spent many a night crying herself to sleep, gorging herself on junk
food to try and forget the pain of who she was. Her mother a vague shadow that
said little to protect her daughter, all in the name of "keeping the peace".

She tried dieting, exercise, posting pictures of fit women and girls in her
room to inspire herself, but she consistently fell back into her old ways and
habits because she failed to see results quickly enough.

Jill felt as if she was going to spend the rest of her life as a lonely obese
woman. Standing in front of the mirror she surveyed her plump form, her puffy
round cheeks and straight brown hair. She began to picture herself tall, thin,
curves, perfect breasts, a tight stomach. Everything she didn't have. She
imagined the power she could have over boys that she liked if she possessed a
wonderful strong body. She could participate in the sports that she wanted,
get invited to parties, and be the envy of other girls.

Jill lost herself in her daydream, she froze the image of herself as a fit
girl and concentrated. She seemed to be almost attempting to will herself into
that new form. To her amazement, the tall, sexy, and strong image she was
projecting onto the mirror stepped into her room, and she almost choked with
surprise.

The woman that represented everything she wanted to be, walked up to Jill and
embraced her.

"If you want this, all this power, all this energy, all this beauty, simply
say yes, and its yours forever." The image breathed erotically into her face.
Jill could barely stand, unable to believe her own eyes and ears.

Jill didn't hesistate. All her pent up to desire to be the perfect woman
erased any rational judgement. Swept up in her lust to transform she blurted
out "yes!" The image wore an evil grin, and disappeared into a mist.

Jill bit her lip, wondering if she had basically just dreamed the whole
incident. She felt foolish, and looked back into the mirror to simply see her
own dumpy, plump self looking back. She started to cry.

A burning sensation blossomed in her chest, and at first Jill suspected she
was having some sort of reaction from dinner, but it quickly spread, filling
her stomach, her back, her arms, her head. She doubled over from the pain, but
with the pain came a sense of power.

The transformation was phenomenal. Jill's body fat looked like it was getting
sucked off her body, her night shirt and pajamas baggy for only seconds. In
the next phase, muscle filled her frame, beefy cords of the most dense and
power muscle Jill had ever seen. She grew taller and wider, the bulk of her
frame expanding quickly. Gigantic rips began to appear in her night clothes,
as freakishly hard muscle swelled its way on the through, the fabric tearing
easily. Jill felt her physique harden and bulge, and her first thoughts were
ones of terror.

"I didn't wish for this!! What's happening to me!?" However, as she saw her
body become ripped and chiseled with 100s of pounds of fantastic muscle, she
began to welcome the power, the feeling of amazing energy that coursed their
her body. The floor groaned with having to support her muscular weight.

She stopped growing at about 7' 9", her night top and pajamas were lying in
shreds at her feet. Her panties were thin strings strected over the vast
expanse of her wide muscular hips. She couldn't believe herself. She flexed
her amazing body, bulges of hard ripped muscle sprung from underneath her
skin. She felt drunk with power, everything was supersized and powerful. She
cupped her enormous and firm breast's that hung from several inches of
rippling chest beef. She guided her large hands over her body, taking in every
muscled curve. For a brief moment thoughts floated in her head, about how this
was NOT what she wished for, how she was a huge freak, and how could this have
happened? But those thoughts were instantly crushed by a new presence in her
mind.

"You have body that truly represents the power at your disposal." The presence
told her. "Remember all those people that made your life a living hell? They
are insignificant, you can exact your revenge, and nothing can stop you! Feel
the power at your control! Remember all the hurtful words, the degrading
comments, how you were shunned at school, you now have the ability to make
them sorry they ever hurt you."

Jill's true mind was overwhelmed by the force that now invaded her. She gave
over to the feelings of power and lust, swept up in a sea of muscle, veins
throbbed in symphony to her heart, delivering precious life-blood to the
massive cords and thick bands of muscle that pervaded her entire body. She
grinned and left her room, the doorway worse for wear as it distended itself
to accmodate her new body.

Jill walked down the hall, her mother had left to go shopping, and her father
wouldn't be home for at least another hour. She cracked her knuckles in
anticipation as she headed into Mark's room.

Mark reclined on his bed, busily stroking himself to a magazine pulled from
his stash with earbuds from his iPod blasting. He heard a knock and quickly
shoved the mag under his covers.

"What?" He called.

"Its me...let me in...I need to talk to you."

"No fucking way, you know the rules, you can't come in here. Not that your
wide ass would fit in the door anyway HAH!" He shook his head, laughing,
unbelieving at the audacity of his sister.

Mere seconds later, a thunderous crash boomed through the room as Mark's door
propelled itself inward landing in a shower of splintered wood on the floor.
Mark yelled as he saw a thick arm pull itself back through the doorway. Jill
stooped into his doorway and crunched her way through, her muscled physique
making its own path.

"You were right Mark, my ass didn't fit." She smiled an evil smile at her
brother, that sat stupified on his bed, cock wet with lotion. "Consequently,
I'm strong enough now to make this body fit wherever I like." To puncuate her
sentence, Jill produced a fantastic double-biceps, Mark sat dumb-founded. Her
biceps grew gigantically large, muscle straining at her skin as she powered
her arms upwards.

She stared straight into the horror-filled eyes of Mark as she completed her
flex. A literal mountain of arm muscle had swelled to each side of her small
head. Lats flared like wings beneath her arms, a perfect "v" decended down to
her waist, where the strained remains of her panties barely clung to her wide
muscular hips. Thighs, with teardrops the size of Mark's head, jutted proudly
from her gargantuan legs.

"Take a good look little brother, enjoy it while you can..." Jill relaxed her
pose and then crawled onto Mark's bed. The weight of his sister's tremendous
bulk broke the legs, and the frame collasped to the floor under her weight.

"Yeah...I'm still BIG, I weigh a lot. However, as you can
see...it's...all...solid...muscle." Jill flexed at her brother who saw nothing
but a virtual wall of muscle expand in front of his eyes.

"You're going to kill me?" Her brother stammered.

"Considering everything you've done to me...yeah...I'm going to kill you. Make
you suffer first, but yeah...kill you." Jill replied non-chalantly.

Mark was trapped under her body, he couldn't move her. It felt as if a truck
had parked itself over him. Jill took his hands within hers.

"Such dainty little things." She mused, Jill slowly tightened her grip
crunching his fingers effortlessly. Mark screamed as his hand was ground to
mush, blood running down his forearms. She stood up from the collapsed bed
taking her brother with her, holding him effortlessly in front of her near 8'
tall body. Placing his sobbing form between her full and firm breasts vertical
to her chest, Jill squeezed slightly, slowly cutting off his air supply as he
sobbed into her muscles. To add to the humiliation, she took his free arm and
twisted it, painfully dislocating his shoulder, tearing fragile muscle and
tendons with an audible wrenching sound.

She dropped his mutilated weeping form to the floor, her glossy pink lips
puckered as she exhaled, her stomach armour leaping to life as golden plates
of muscle. Lowing herself onto the floor, she lay to the side of her bother
and pulled his now useless legs inbetween hers. They looked like skinny white
twigs sandwiched between two mighty golden pillars of awesome muscle. Jill
flexed her legs, and Mark moaned in painful anguish as she slowly flattened
his legs. Amazingly, Mark's cock stood at full attention, the overpowering
sexy musk of his sister keeping him stimulated even as she destroyed his body.
The dominating presence held sway over his senses, all rational thought
ceased. Jill smiled, she relaxed her legs for just a moment, lifting one of
them over his cock and in the space between her calve and hamstring.

She pulled his head to one of her swollen nipples, harder and longer than any
man's cock. She ordered him to suck and lick, ramming his mouth onto her
nipple. She gently squeezed her massive calve and hamstring muscle, massaging
his stiff member. Mark went nuts, coming to orgasm in just a short time. Jill
felt him on the edge, his member drooling pre-cum in honour of her superior
physique. She waited, and then felt him ejaculating onto her calve. Without
warning she flexed her leg that had his member trapped. Mark screamed in
unabashed pain as Jill squashed his cock with a fierce grin on her puffy lips.
A small crunching splat was heard as the remains of his cock oozed from the
tight crook of her leg. Mark passed out from the pain, and Jill huffed in
dissappointment.

"Man, no stamina to you at all is there?" she teased. She then viciously
jolted her powerful legs scissoring his body in half from the waist down. Her
expanding muscles squished his legs off down to the bone, which cracked and
broke effortlessly in her deathly legs. She held his unconcious head in her
massive arm, which lay next to her firm breast and expanding chest muscle.
Holding her arm still, Jill flexed her chest, her hardened breast swelled into
Mark's head that lay cradled in the crook of her mountainous arm. With a dull
crunch she flattened his head, the top of his skull splitting open, gore
spilling over her forearm as she continued applying the pressure.

She loved the feeling of overwealming power she possessed. Standing up, the
remains of her brother slid from her body. She grabbed his bed cover and wiped
the blood and gore from her skin feeling very satisfied with herself. Outside
she heard a car door slam, and looking out the window saw that her mother had
come home from shopping.

Susan carried the bundles into her home and placed them on the kitchen
counter.

"Jill, can you give me a hand putting the food away?" she called. Susan then
busied herself putting the cold items in the fridge.

Susan heard a thumping sound, it sounded as if a semi-truck was trying to ram
itself trough the ceiling. Jill's mother stopped, dumb-founded as to the cause
of the noise. However, her questions were answered when Jill, or at least a
face that looked like Jill, burst through the doorway into the kitchen.

Susan dropped to the floor in shock. Her daughter smiled down from an 8' tall
vantage point, and then brought up her massive arms for a double-bicep flex.
Hard golden crowns of teenage muscle swelled forth, measuring at least 30 or
more inches. She then placed her hands on her rocky muscular hips and spread
her vicious lats. Inches of muscle sprang forth from the sides of her
delectible frame, like she was growing a set of muscular wings. Susan smelled
deathe on her, and her throat froze in fear.

"I became something rather extraordinary today mom, something I want to share
with you." She grabbed her quaking mother by the shoulders and stood her up.
"I want to, in my way, thank you for never demeaning me on how I looked." Jill
tore the clothing from her shell-shocked mother, stripping her bare.

Grasping her mother by her slim, frail waist, Jill brought her snatch up to
her mouth and plunged her incredibly long and muscled tongue into Susan. Susan
gasped as Jill worked her womanhood over a tongue that was harder and longer
than most men could ever hope to be. She smiled as Susan rocked her hips into
Jill's face, relishing her tongue-job.

Plucking her tongue out, Jill placed her moaning mom onto her firm breast, and
plunged her hardened nipple into Susan's sopping vagina. Susan ran her fingers
over every inch of her hyper-muscular daughter she could feel. Her muscles
seemed unreal, Susan moaned and hollered as Jill sexily pumped her hard nipple
into her mother's pussy.

"However, you never defended me, or stuck up for me in any way. And you let
that pig-headed jack-ass of a father make me feel like shit!" Jill growled.

"Jill...honey...I'm sorry..." Susan managed between gasps of pleasure.

"Fuck you! When dad comes home, he'll be as dead as you are going to be here
in a minute..." Jill laughed as her mother screamed in horror. Jill wrenched
her mom outwards only to turn her face-down and jam her engorged nipple into
her tender asshole. Susan continued to scream horribly as she placed her
gargantuan arms behind her head and flexed her mighty chest.

In an unbelievable display of awesome power, Jill's tremendous breast's
swelled with might, along with the rest of her muscle laden body. Her nipple's
pulsed and grew with strength thickening and extending themselves as Susan was
trapped on top of Jill's expanding chest. Her screams turned to croaks as
Jill's fearsome breast's and rippling chest muscle ballooned outwards. Her
diamond hard nipple's engorged themselves tearing into Susan's slim frail
body. Her mother gargled sickeningly as her body became a sheath encased
around her fantastic nipple.

Jill smiled as the outline of her incredibly hard nipple swelled outward from
within the body of her nearly dead mother. Bone cracked, Susan's rib cage
collasped and lungs were squashed flat as Jill's glorious chest burst forward
with deadly power. Susan hung like a limp rag as her back began to split down
the middle. Her spine was being forced through her skin as the growth of
jill's breast's could not be contained. With a nasty squishing sound, Jill's
muscled nipple burst from her mother's body, splitting the woman in half. Her
mother's gore fell in a pool at Jill's feet as the two halves of her body
thumped to the tile floor.

Jill growled in pleasure, and relaxed her amazing chest reducing it in size to
something more "normal". The effect of destroying her mother was orgasmic,
Jill flexed her gargantuan body, watching the golden mass of hard muscle swell
to epic proportions. She felt orgasmic contractions begin within her,
expelling a copious amount of her amazonian jucies. Her tiny panties became
promptly soaked, the muscles of her body twitching with pleasure. The thin
strings of her underwear snapped, falling from her crotch to be caught between
her massively flexed thighs.

A pool of her cum had gathered on the tile, spraying over the mutilated corpse
of her mother. She heard keys at the door indicating that her father was
finally home. The final chapter of her revenge would soon be starting.

Her father stumbled into the living room, reeking of alcohol, he plopped
himself down on the couch and turned on the TV.

"Susan! Get me a beer!" He yelled. "I'll get it!" Jill yelled from the
kitchen, and grabbed one of the beers that her mother had brought home.

Blake, her father, lay upon the couch and noticed that deep thumping noise,
like heavy footsteps, came into the room. A shadow cast itself upon him and
the TV, and rolled to look up and saw the top half of a person towering over
him. In his stupor he could only stare at the gigantic breast's positioned
above him, the rest of the torso covered in fantastic muscle, unbeliveably
huge. He saw a face peek over the muscular mountains of flesh, "Hi Daddy". He
couldn't believe it was Jill.

"Heard you were thirsty, here you go!" Jill placed the tiny beer can inbetween
her tits, and taking a small breath, flexed her chest. A sharp crunch emanated
from her massive boobs, and a stream of cold beer spurted upwards from her
cleavage running sexily over the mounds of her engorged breasts. Her father
was showered with beer while lying on the couch.

"What the fuck is going on? Who the fuck are you?" He dad demanded drunkenly.

"The girl who is going to fucking kill you dad..." Jill smiled.

Blake blinked stupidly in comprehension, his senses dulled by the effects of
the liqeour. Jill bent over and picked up her father with one powerful arm.
"I'll have a suprise for you when you wake up" and she threw him into the
wall, cracking the plaster with the force of her throw. Her father was
rendered unconcious.

*****

When Blake awoke, he wished he had stayed out. Pain from being thrown against
the wall mixed with the receding effects of the alcohol and his head throbbed
uncontrollably. He was suspended in the air, but against some bumpy hard hot
surface. That surface was his daughter, Jill, his hands and wrists were locked
painfully in the crooks of her massive arms and she had draped him over her
back, his legs and feet dangling helplessly past her muscled buttocks.

"Think of me as like a living, breathing, flexing, torture rack dad." She
cooed. Jill started slowly flexing her back muscles, Blake felt the surface he
was lying upon come alive. He yelled in excruciating pain as the tremendous
muscles of Jill's back swelled with power. His daughter smiled, licking her
lips with joy as her father's limbs soon surpassed the extent of their ability
to stretch. Blake rasped for breath as Jill bit her lower lip, savoring the
feel and sound of her father's body as it was slowly being torn apart. With
every sublte flex of her muscles his own fragile muscles tore, a tendon or
ligament snapped audibly, a bone cracked.

"Amazing what this body can do to you, isn't it daddy?" Jill mocked.

Jill flexed her mighty back once again, dislocating his shoulders painfully.
He looked like a puppet tied to a muscle laden machine of death. Giggling, she
released her hold on his wrists, and let him flop down, only to be caught by
her fantastic leg.

Curling her titanic leg, Blake was helplessly trapped by Jill's diamond hard
calves, the swollen bulk of her hamstring pressing in on his back. Standing
perfectly balanced, Jill teased her flexes, breaking his rib cage, bone by
bone. He sobbed in pain, his breathing coming in painful gasps. Once she had
destroyed his ribs she let his pain wracked body fall to the floor.

Jill stood her father up against one of the kitchen walls, his broken body
wracked with pain, his breathing in laboured gasps. "Time for some fun dad...I
think you will enjoy this...I know I will."

Jill forcefully tore off her dad's trousers and underware, the clothing
shredded easily when manipulated by her large hands. Rubbing his cock, she
managed to coerce her father into sprouting a stiff erection, despite his
painful state.

Once sprung, she turned around and trapped her father's penis within the
confines of her thighs, right below the bulge of her cannonball glute muscles.
Flexing slowly, but provoctively, she massaged his member sending pleasurable
sensations to her father who stood pinned against the wall.

"Isn't this awesome dad? Feel those meaty thighs, the most powerful legs on
the planet and they hold the fate of your manhood." Jill mocked him.

Jill stood defiently with her hands on her gorgeous hips, waves of muscle
swelling and receding from her power-packed legs. She listened as her father
breathed faster, approaching climax. She felt the cool wetness of his pre-cum
dribble between her adductors, and she quickened her pace, tensing her
muscles, driving her father over the edge.

Blake moaned as he was near to orgasm, but he never felt the pleasing
sensation of exploding his load within the iron muscle prison that had trapped
his dick. Smiling, Jill slowly, but deliberatly, tensed her thigh and glute
muscles clamping them viciously down upon her father's stiff penis.

A wet splat was heard, followed by Blake's rasping shrill scream as Jill
tightened her leg and ass muscles, squeezing her father's cock flat just as he
was about to cum. Blood, mixed with semen, dribbled from the destroyed penis
down her flexing hamstrings.

Jill laughed as she finished the job, putting her father out of his misery.
Using nothing but the tremendous power of her glute muscles she flexed the
bulbous cannonballs of her ass mightly, crunching her father's mid-section
into the wall. His bones cracked and his split skin oozed gore as Jill's
lucious ass muscles acted like a hydrulic compressor, smashing his frail form
into the wall.

After finishing her gargantuan flex, Jill felt an orgasm building. Thick cords
of muscle flexed ominously as her body reckoned with the pleasurable sense of
release building within her. Muscle tensed and swelled massively, the veins
carrying her life-giving blood plused visibly on the surface of her golden
skin. Her physique inflated to inhuman sized proportions, mounding swells of
hardened muscle ballooned around her young face. She finally let out a cry of
pleasure as powerful contractions forced her amazonian emissions to come
jetting out her pussy. Soaking her legs throughly, the jet of female cum
blasted a hole in the floor of the house, searing its way into the cellar
taking bits of the foundation with it.

A red smear was all that remained of her drunk of a father. She exacted her
revenge, but felt a burning desire to inflict more pain, and more horror
against those who have, and who may, wrong her. Jill left the house, soaked in
blood, and laughing sadistically.

The End.