Paolo's Story,  Pt. 3 
By J. Pardo


Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations. It also
contains graphic depictions of violence and gore.


J. Pardo
libguy3@yahoo.com


Joanna looked in on her "children." They were resting contently like
muscular sardines. She turned her attention back to Jay. He was looking
in the refrigerator, being famished for all his exertion. Joanna
reached around him caressing his massive chest with one hand, while
grabbing a bottle of milk with the other. She stuck the cap between two
of her fingers and squeezed. The cap flew off hitting the ceiling and
ricocheting down becoming stuck right in her cleavage. She brought up
the milk to Jay's mouth, and he drank lustily. He turned around and
kissed Joanna, shooting some milk into her mouth. Some spilled out, and
dripped on her living bowling balls. Jay rushed to catch the drippings,
sucking all over her breasts, and sending erotic sensations throughout
her body. She grabbed his expanding penis and squeezed, his legs
buckled at the exertion, the cum building within him. When she relaxed,
he shot his load clear across the room, covering the window. 

"That was quick," Joanna said. 

"Hey, just the thought of you holding me in your tight vagina, builds
me up fast," Jay said with admiration.

Joanna turned again to the refrigerator, and located leftover meatloaf.
She brought it out, tore off a chunk, and tossed it to Jay.

"You're going to need your energy for what I'm going to do to you."
Joanna said lustily.

Jay gulped the meat. "More, More! I want to really release that
energy."

Together they devoured the meatloaf, then went to her bedroom for some
power sharing.

Someone who wasn't willing to share power was Dr. Josef Mengarkin. Once
a highly trusted medical advisor to the former leader, Slobodon, now a
man in hiding.

Mengarkin was out of the country when the overthrow took place, and
came back to a different country. One ruled by women.

"This is not MY Varkinia," he shouted. 

Some passersby stopped and hustled him to a nearby bar. 

"Hush!" Tarik said, "you could be killed for saying that."

"I don't care, I don't want to live where women rule. What happened to
my Varkinia?  Where Slobodon was ruler, and women knew their place. 
When did this monstrosity of a government take over?"

"You must have been gone three weeks ago, when this happened. One
minute, Slobodon Vashka was in charge, then he died.  The new leader
Shyla read from his last edict.  It directed that free elections take
place, women be given the right to vote, and that corruption be
eliminated. Shyla and her Varkamazons then took over the place with
popular support, not mine mind you, but the majority of people (mostly
women) said they wanted Shyla. She did have help from two outsiders,
and made one of them her consort," Tarik explained.

"Vashka would have never written that. It was that lying Shyla that
wrote that.  I will make her pay for this," Mengarkin vowed. "We need
to form a new government, one under our control.  We will be the
Neo-Varkins."

Mengarkin had a plan, he asked that all loyalists be brought together
for a secret meeting, the next morning.  He travelled to the castle and
found the hidden entrance he used to use for his trysts. Luckily his
area was undisturbed. He unlocked a small cabinet where he kept his
poisons, and grabbed a small bottle.  If he could get close enough,
he'd be able to use this in Shyla's glass, then he would take over. The
only flaw in his plans was she was guarded by 4 massive Varkamazons,
and he needed to take them down first.  He gathered some syringes and
beakers, and snuck out.

In the morning, a group of 20 men gathered in the basement of the
tavern. One had a surprise for him.

"Josef!" Tarik yelled. "This is Quasel, the weasel, he has a gift for
you."

Qualsel shoved a laptop and a blood-stained napkin at him. "I found
this at a research lab. I heard someone say they were working on a way
to make people stronger, so I used my talents and "borrowed" this
computer. I musta been damp wit sweat cause it got on my hands. I
nearly dropped the thing, except it landed on the table, but right on a
test tube full of blood.  I wiped it up as best I could, and brought
you the napkin."

"Excellent, my boy, you will be amply rewarded," Menvarkin said. "It
will fit in nicely with my plan. I want you to all come back tonight,
after I've had a chance to examine this."

They all dispursed each going back to their jobs.  All except one,
Kulik.  Kulik was a Varkamazonian sympathizer.  His mother was a
Varkamazon, and he knew how badly she was treated. So it pleased him
when Shyla took over, and he wanted to make sure nothing would happen
to her, so he pretended to be a Neo-Varkin. Now, he would report what
he had heard.

Sneaking in to the castle, Kulik spotted a Varkamazon. He ran to her,
and she tensed, ready for a fight. He gave her a secret sign. His
mother had taught this to him, and told him if he was ever in trouble,
he was to show the sign to an Varkamazon and they would help him.
Seeing the sign, she took him into an inner chamber.

"How can I help you?" Museti asked.

"I must see Shyla, there is a plot to kill her and I must tell her
about it," Kulik said desparately.

"Wait here," Museti said. "I will arrange it."

Within minutes, Shyla appeared. Kulik feel on his knees. "My Queen!" he
shouted.

Shyla smiled at such obescience. "Rise my child. Museti said you wished
to talk with me."

"Yes, my queen, Dr. Mengarkin is back. He has vowed to kill you, and
was given a stolen computer that may help him. We meet tonight to
discuss what was on the computer," Kulik explained.

"Very well, go to your meeting, and report back to me. You must first
be rewarded for your imformation," Shyla said regally. "Museti, see
that this man is AMPLY rewarded." 

"Yes, my Queen!" Museti said. "Come with me," she ordered Kulik.

Kulik followed her to an austere room, with a large bed in it. "This is
my room," she said. "Are you attached?"

"No, my wife was taken away shortly after we were married 5 years ago.
They said she was an enemy of the state, and arrested her. I was told
that they executed her. All for demanding a women's right to vote,"
Kulik said trembling.

"What was your wife's name?" Museti asked softly, almost crying
herself.

"Crusa," Kulik said, "dear, sweet, loving, Crusa.  I have never loved
another since."

"Well, on behalf of Crusa, I offer you my body. You have been deprived
of love for too long, and are certainly worthy of it," Museti said,
removing her clothing and embracing Kulik.

Kulik stood still. Stunned that anyone would so willingly give herself
to him. Her embrace felt wonderful, and he let himself relax. Museti,
feeling the change, sensually stripped him. By the time she was done,
he had a raging erection. She easily lifted him up and gently placed
him on the bed.

She straddled him hovering her vagina directly over his penis. Suddenly
she plunged, engulfing him. Shocked, he responded immediately and
squirted his long-stored cum within her. She moaned loudly as her
vagina was stretched with the pressure.

"I'm sorry," Kulik said. "I have no control. It's been too long," he
said crying.

"Hush!" Museti said. "Control comes with practice, and I promise you
will we practice many times today, and in the future."

Kulik felt safe and warm. Museti had released him from his self-imposed
mourning, and allowed him to love again. He felt his passion stirring
within him, and his limp penis grew again.

Museti knew that he was getting ready again. This time she allowed him
to take control. She lifted off him, and feel on the bed. Her ample
breasts bounced as she hit. She opened her legs in invitation, and
Kulik got on top of her. His wiry muscles holding his up as he entered.
This time he would go slow. He teased her by entering an inch and
withdrew, then he entered 2 inches, and slowly withdrew. Her moans were
soft at first, but with each reentry got louder and more gutteral. On
the seventh, he threw his hips into it and rammed his 8 inches as far
as he could. She spasmed in orgasmic passion, tightening her vaginal
walls, and producing a pleasure/pain within him. They screamed together
as he struggled to remove himself, causing even more sensations. He was
in a vise, and couldn't release. Finally, he bit softly on her nipple
and she, surprised at the pain, relaxed her vagina. He grunted as he
unloaded, and she felt herself floating in bliss.

"Museti, I love you!" Kulik said.

Museti hearing her name came back to reality. Kulik was still in her,
and she luxuriated in the feeling. Kulik was talking.

"anything to hurt you," Kulik said.

"Sorry, I must have zoned out, you said something about hurting me,"
she said.

"Oh no, my dear, I said I don't want anything to hurt you. I love you
more than anything in the world right now, and I would die if something
happened to you," he explained.

"Kulik, listen to yourself. We've just met and now you say you love me
more than anything.  You don't know anything about me. I'm a Varkamazon
remember. I've killed people, what's to prevent me from killing you?"
she said passionately.

"Were you under orders to kill people?" Kulik said fiercely.

"Yes, they said they would kill my family unless I cooperated," she
said, crying.

"Then you didn't kill people, they killed people through you. You were
an unwilling participant," he emphasized.

"Yes, you're right. All these years I've carried this burden, and
you've made me realize that it wasn't me, it was them," she said,
relieved.

"I repeat, I love you. Please accept it," he ordered.

"Yes, my love, yes!" she demurred. 

She let the glow of his love for her enter and blossom, and she went to
sleep happy. He wrapped his arms around her and joined her in sleep.

Back at Joanna's house, the phone rang. Paolo was up and answered it.
It was Peter.

"Please come to the lab, I need you to help reconstruct the data,"
Peter instructed

"I'll be right there," Paolo said.

Tara was just coming out of the bedroom. Paolo told her of Peter's
need, and she decided to go along. First, however, they needed to go to
Franco's place and get new wardrobe. She knew he specialized in
muscular fashion. Tara and Paolo entered the store. Franco greeted Tara
warmly, and was cordial to Paolo. 

"I see you both had some Amator love juice," Franco said with a smile,
"that's the only way I know that you can grow so big, so fast."

Paolo spoke matter-of-factly. "My mom told me that I got sick when I
was small and she took me to Dr. Amator for treatment. I got better,
but didn't grew big until I accidentally spilled my semen into Tara. I
guess, in my excitement, I activated the growth component of the virus.
Tara grew large and muscular, and she begged me to drink from her
teats. When I did that, I grow large and muscular too.  We need some
clothes so we don't have to run around in these togas anymore."

"I have just the thing," Franco said, "expandable clothing. With each
growth spurt, you just unzip the location where the growth occurred.
This will accommodate biceps of 24-30 inches, and chests of 44-60
inches."

"Great! We'll take 6," Paolo said, "and do you have larger? Mom grew to
88 inches in her chest."

"88 inches? It's a wonder she can stand. Her back muscles must be
huge," Franco said, visibly affected. "I'll see if I have any that
large. Wait here."

Franco ran to the back of the store, and went through the door.
Upstairs his wife was doing the bookkeeping. She heard him coming and
turned around. His penis was threatening to break through. 

"Joanna Bolo has an 88-inch chest, can you imagine the size of her back
muscles?" Franco said panting.

"I see that you can imagine it. Here let me help you!" Isabela said.
She ran over and got his pants down. She pulled up her skirt and pulled
down her panties, and thrust herself on him. After a few pumps, he
gushed into her, visibly relieved. She knew his love for muscular backs
and pecs, and would have been embarrassed if he creamed himself, which
is why he ran to her.

"I love you," Franco said passionately. "I will make this up to you
tonight."

Franco returned with the extra-extra large outfits. "Here you are,"
Franco said. "I'll just send you a bill."

Paolo took the outfits for his mother. Tara had the others. They
hurried outside, both breaking out in spontaneous belly laughs. Looking
through the front window, Franco saw them and wondered what was so
funny, then he looked down and saw his limp penis. He hadn't pulled his
pants up all the way, and his still dripping penis was displayed
prominantly. He turned beet red and went upstairs. His wife saw him and
fell out of her chair laughing. He saw the absurdity of it all and soon
joined her. He decided not to wait until the evening, and euphorically
made love to his wife on the floor, she enthusiastically responded. 

Paolo and Tara regained their composure and drove to the lab. Peter was
just typed the last of the data he remembered when they walked in.

"I'm glad you're here. I'm ready to do the simulation," Peter said. The
virus formed on the screen, it spun on it's axis and dissolved.
"Failed! It's not the same," Peter said, banging his head on the table.
Paolo went behind him to look at the formula.

"I see the problem, Peter," Paolo said. "There needs to be a third set
of Potassium molecules intersecting the two Carbon molecules. The two
weren't strong enough to hold its shape."

Peter brightened. That was it, of course. In his desire to recontruct
his data, he had forgotten that. He quickly combined the elements and
the structure held. He recreated the virus, and injected a lab rat with
it, placing it in a cage. Within seconds, it grew to two feet, with
muscular appendeges. It started hitting the cage, making large dents in
the cage. Peter panicked and grabbed a tranqualizer gun. He filled it
with 50 cc's of anethestitol and shot the rat. It continued to bash the
cage until the drug took effect, then it fell over with a thud.

"We better have an anti-viral ready, before things get out of hand,"
Peter said. 

"We already do. The first model you created. I believe it will reverse
the effect of the growth formula," Paolo said. 

Peter created a new serum with the original design, and injected the
rat. It started shrinking back to its normal size, but a problem arose
in that it didn't stop, at least the skin shrinkage didn't stop. The
bones under the skin, being less affected, didn't shrink and eventually
poked through the skin, causing the rat to bleed to death. 

"The change HAS to be permanent. At least until we can perfect the
anti-virus," Peter said. "I better keep this anti-virus serum under
lock and key."

Back in his lab, Dr. Mengarkin studied the data and realized the great
potential it had. "I can create a race of SuperVarkins, capable of
destroying everyone who gets in the way."  He duplicated the virus, and
injected himself with it. The data said to use 50 cc's, but he wanted
to become the strongest person on earth, so he tripled it. the change
was quick and painful. His muscles grew first, his biceps, a mere 11
inches before, became 50 inches, His pectorals and deltoids grew
exponentially, finally achieving 100 inches around, his stomach
developed 6 pack, then 12 pack abs, as he started growing. His calves
swelled to 60 inches flexed, and finally his bones stretched to
accomodate it all. He swung at a wall and put a hole 12 inches deep in
it. He was invincible, and insatiable. His libido grew proportionately,
and he felt a strong desire to pork everything, just to be satified.
The foot-wide steel door had 4-inch punch marks through it at waist
level.  He had muscle lust and would not be denied. He ran through the
wall, not stopping until he came across an inviting woman. A
professional wrestler named Zelda.

Zelda saw this giant gorilla come running towards her, then realized it
was just a muscular man. She had a certain lusting to bodybuilders and
got turned on by his massive muscles. "Hi big guy" was all she had a
chance to say before he grabbed her by the shoulders, lifted her up and
rammed her on his 4-inch penis. She screamed up until the time she was
split in half, his 30-inch long penis entered through her vagina and
out through her neck. She died a gruesome death.

Mengarkin then ran into the mountains, encountering a 6-foot hill. He
rammed his penis repeatedly into the hill, knocking out large chunks
until he finally came, with enough force to blow the top off the hill.
At last sated, he got his wits about him and ran to the pre-determined
meeting with the Neo-Varkins.

The others did not expect to see a gargantuan when they returned that
evening. "Do you see what you can become?" he asked flexing his 50-inch
biceps. "I am invincible." 

One of the men tried to prove it and shot Mengarkin at close range with
a .45 Luger. Mengarkin looked down at the wound site, and saw the
bullet barely penetrated his skin. He took the bullet and squeezed it
between his thumb and pointer. It flattened to form a metal thumbprint,
which he tossed to the ground.

"You too can become strong like me, we'll create a race of
SuperVarkins. No one can stand in our way," he said with an evil glare.
"I will bring the formula tomorrow morning, meet me here at 7 AM. Now,
Go!"

They all departed. Kulik returned to Museti and told her the news. she
called for a meeting with Shyla and David. Kulik described the events
and great fear arose. "How are we to defeat these men, if bullets will
not stop them?" Shyla asked.

"I will call my people at headquarters," David said. "There was talk of
a modified serum, maybe that will do the job."

David left to make his call. Shyla announced a general meeting of her
staff for 8 AM. When she returned to her room, David was already there.
He saw how tense she was and started massaging her neck. She responded
by relaxing, and he continued downward skillfully palpatating her
delts, and lower back. Her marvelous gluts beckoned him, and he felt
himself becoming aroused. He pressed close to her and she responded in
kind, snuggling closer and trapping his encumbered penis. She let go
briefly while he unzipped his pants. He lifted her dress uniform and
found no hinderances there. She bent over on her bed and he forcefully
entered. Now it was her turn to massage him, as she slowly milked him,
bring him to ecstasy, and her as well. If this was to be their last
night, she would make it memorable.

David was roused out of bed at 6:30 Am by a phone call. HQ had called
back with news that pleased him. Dr. Peter Kunkle and Paolo Bolo had
created a super-virus that would help, and were flying in to meet him
in a few hours.

Mengarkin's crew readily received the injections. All undergoing the
change, but none so big as Mengarkin. Each reveled in his muscles and
enjoyed their increased sexuality. No women would be safe near them. 

"Meet me at the castle gate at 8 AM, until then go out and have fun,"
he said with a leer. "Try not to leave any evidence."

The group split up. Each going to houses nearby the castle (all except
Kulik). 

Askla entered a house. He had ripped the door off as if it was paper
and proceeded to rampage until he found the bedroom. Drunik, the man of
the house heard him coming and pounced when he came through the door.
Being the chief gardener, he was strong from lifting the huge bags of
seed and fertizer, he thought he could tackle the intruder. He was
sadly mistaken. Askla saw him coming and as the man pounced reached up
and grabbed him by the neck. With a powerful squeeze, Drunik's neck was
crushed and he suffocated to death. This left his wife vulverable.
Askla felt a light sting as a lamp was thrown at him. He looked up to
see Sahal's frightened face. He grabbed her and ripped off her
nightgown. His libido increased as he saw her breasts, and he threw her
on the bed, raping her. When she screamed, he hit her on the mouth,
meaning to shut her up, but his large fist also hit her nose driving
the bone behind it into her brain, instantly killing her.  He continued
ramming her, not realizing she was dead. He felt her getting stiff and
thought she was starting to enjoy herself, and so continued for 20
minutes, but she only got stiffer until she was in full rigor mortis.
He felt the cold stiffness on his penis, and finally looked up and saw
her stiff tongue coming out of the side of her mouth, and her blue
skin. He screamed and tried pulling out, but in death she held him
firmly. In desperation, he yanked hard, and screamed. He left 7 inches
of his penis within her, and the remaining started pumping out blood.
He lost so much blood, that in a few minutes, he was too weak to move
and eventually died. In death, Sahal had her revenge.

Two Neo-Varkins coming from different directions saw the same village
woman, each under compulsion from their hormones. As they approached
they were determined to have the woman for themself. The woman, Asha,
cowed in fear as the two muscular giants came near. She expected to be
killed, but instead heard scuffling noises as the two fought each other
for dominance. She saw wicked knives being used as fencing weapons.
Finally she heard two grunts as they attacked. When she looked again,
they were both on the ground bleeding from ragged gashes. One had
attacked from above and stabbed the other in the heart, at the same
time as the other stabbed from beneath and pierced his opponent's
stomach continuing through to his back. Asha ran away in fear, but
delighted that their lust had killed them both.

Kulik ran to Museti after his injection. He knocked her to the ground 
in her bedroom and meant to rape her. Being so strong, she managed to
turn over to see her attacker, and saw Kulik, a very large Kulik,
trying to get her outfit off. 

"KULIK!" she shouted. "What are you doing?"

Kulik's mind was in lust fever, and did not respond. Museti tried the
only method she knew to stop him without hurting him. She pulled her
fist back and smacked him in the jaw. The pain brought Kulik back to
reality, but he too realized that he couldn't control himself.

"Museti, help me!" Kulik pleaded. "I can't stop myself!"

Museti pushed him off and grabbed a bottle of lamb's grease, squirted
some on her hands, and went behind his back reaching around and
straddling his now 3-inch wide, 10-inch long penis in her thick hand.
As much as she wanted him inside her, she knew that once started, his
lust fever would kick in, and could cause great damage. Her hands rode
him like a piston in an engine, up and down, and he was delerious. He
gushed copious amounts of cum in front of him. Finally sated, she
lifted him and tied him to her bed until something could be done. He
flexed and the bedpost groaned, but stayed in place. Museti ran to tell
Shyla that the enemy was coming.

David had gone to retrieve Peter and Paolo, he got through the gates
minutes before Mengarkin and men stuck. Suddenly claxons were used as
an alarm to stir up the population. The Varkamazons surrounded their
Queen, but it was the townspeople getting the brunt of the assault.
Some of the Neo-Varkins were murdering the men and knocking out the
women so they return later to finish the rape.

The enemy approached the gate, and found it secured. Mengarkin spoke,
"Give me Shyla and you will go all will go free, otherwise I will kill
the villagers."

Someone shot him from a window, the bullet bounced off of him. He
picked up a rock and threw it towards the window. It hit just below but
penetrated the wall and a scream was heard.

"Enough!" he said and turned toward the village.

"Stop!" Shyla said. "I will come."

His men were ready when the door opened, and rushed in only to
encounter one hundred Varkamazons with knives. Mengarken meant this as
a ruse to get into the palace, and be led victorious through the city,
but the resistance he encountered was overwhelming. His men could take
on four women at the same time, but not a dozen. He would have to take
them on himself. No one could kill him, so he had no fear. He ran in
and the Varkamazons retreated. Embolded he ran towards them with his
men behind him. He did not see the hastily dug hole until it was too
late. He fell face forward with several of his men and landed 10 feet
below on jagged sticks, then a bulldozer came forth an dumped 1000
pounds of dirt on top of him. The other Neo-Varkins were panicked and
ran in confusions, only to be slaughtered by dozens of Varkamazons.
Everyone cheered at the victory.

David drove in with Peter and Paolo in time to see the celebration.
they brought in their material and was told to relax as it wasn't
needed anymore. Shyla declared this a day of victory, and parties
started through the village.

Suddenly a rumbling was heard. The dirt above Mengarkin exploded and he
jumped out, reaching a nearby villager and ripped his head off.

Everyone panicked, they ran in every direction trying to escape this
madman. Everyone except Paolo. Paolo went to his briefcase, opened it
to find the vial of anti-virus. He searched around and found a small
grape which he injected the serum into, then he sought the enemy. It
didn't take long to find him. He and Shyla were in a game of cat and
mouse, and he was winning. He had trapped her in a corner of a room,
and slowly approached savoring his impending victory. She showed no
fear, knowing that she was to die anyway. Mengarkin roared
triumphantly, which was the opportunity that Paolo needed. With
precision, he threw the grape into Mergarkins mouth. Mengarkin
sputtered but realizing it was just a grape swallowed it, then he began
his march of death raising his massive hand to strike Shyla down.
Suddenly he froze, unable to complete the move. Intense pain shot
through him and he doubled over. Shyla saw his skin getting tighter and
thinner, his muscles trying to force their way out. She saw the reason
why. His bones were pushing forward at the joints, making grinding
noises, until finally with a loud pop they exploded through. With an
anguished cry, Mengarkin expired in a pool of blood. 

Shyla was horrified at the scene, then she looked around and saw her
rescuer. Paolo wasn't smiling, but had a grim determination on his
face. "Sic Semper Tyranus," he said, "thus always to tyrants."  She ran
to him as he started to cry, realizing he had taken a life. She hugged
him in her large, muscular, arms and whispered comforting thoughts.

"You did what you had to do. You saved me, the village, and the world.
He would have not stopped here. This power-mad monster would have
started an army and killed many more people. Thank you for ridding the
world of this abomination," she said and gently kissed him.

She and Paolo went outside to see the effects of the rampage. People
cheered as they saw them.

"Mengarkins is dead!" she shouted. "Paolo has saved us all."

Victory cries and dances started spontaniously. People rushed to meet
their savior, who in turn, wanted to hide. Peter managed to ge beside
Paolo.

"You did it, my boy!" Peter said with glee. 

"We did it!" Paolo said correcting him. "We stopped these terrorists
from killing anymore innocent people. But there are many more
terrorists in the world, who think that killing is the only way to
achieve their goals. They send people willing to commit suicide and 
causing the deaths of men, women, children and babies, all because a
madman said to do so. We must stop this evil creatures by any means
necessary."

Those around him, normally a peace-loving people, agreed. They were
willing to wage a war against these cowardly hatemongers, and
volunteered to join Paolo in the battle.


Thus concludes Paolo's Story, written after the horrible destruction of
the World Trade Center and Pentagon, using planes that carried innocent
people to their deaths, but on one of those planes we hear that they
fought back, and knowing they were to die grounded the instrument of
death, so that others might live. Heroes All!

J. Pardo
libguy3@yahoo.com