Muscle Lust By Mac A scientist creates a deadly mate to satisfy his lust. Date: April, 1995 Location: Somewhere in the mountains of Southern California. Massive. That was the word that best described this man. He stood 6' 5" and weighed 400 pounds. All of it muscle. He had rugged good looks with a square jaw and thick, wavy brown hair. But his physique was out of this world. Each muscle was clearly defined and pumped larger than any bodybuilder. From his rock hard abs to his huge chest. His shoulders and arms were immense. His quads flared out from his hips like two great mountain ranges, narrowed at the knee and then swelled into calves the size of melons. As he completed his twentieth two hand curl with the 1600 pound barbell, he began to quiver. The barbell dropped with a thunderous noise as his knees buckled. He wrapped his huge arms around himself as if he were trying to hold in a wild animal. A guttural growl escaped his clenched teeth and then slowly grew into a full roar. Frantically, he jumped up and flew out of the gym, crashing into the wall of the hallway. The overwhelming sensation that he was all too familiar with was quickly clouding his mind. He lurched down the hall and into a bathroom as large as normal sized bedroom and clearly designed for easy clean-ups. He grabbed his ointment with one hand as he effortlessly tore his shorts off with his other. Already his cock was swelling, getting harder with every beat of his heart. Acting as quickly as he could, he poured the ointment the length of his enlarging member. He stroked himself to his full 16 inches and then pushed himself over the edge. A thick stream of cum blasted from his big purple tip and shot across the tile floor. The huge man stroked himself more intensely and soon was rewarded with a second orgasm, more powerful than the first. Then, slowly, he brought himself to his largest erection. The ointment he had created continued to lubricate him even though it took twenty minutes to achieve his final explosion. His strong, powerful hands blurred as they stroked his enormous shaft faster and faster. Finally, as his entire body quaked, he let go a super blast of cum that shot across the 15 foot room and reached the far wall. For a full minute the stream continued until he was totally drained. As he collapsed to the floor, he cursed his fate for the ten thousandth time. `I nearly pushed myself too far this time,' he thought to himself, `I won't be able to control myself much longer.' "Tonight," he said to himself as he slowly rose to his feet, "tonight I hunt again." He was a man whose life was totally controlled by lust. Muscle lust. ************************** Kasey Hodson was busy in the locker room preparing for the 'night shift'. As she slipped on her shear tank top, she examined her breasts and how they were accentuated by the fabric. Not bad, she thought, might be able to attract a few customers tonight. While she pulled up her skin tight pink shorts, someone attacked her from the rear, pinching her equally tight butt cheek. Kasey jumped with a start and then spun around ready for a fight, hands poised in karate style. "Whoa, steady there," said a woman in a cop's uniform, "I didn't mean to scare you, you just look so cute I couldn't resist." "Very funny Janelle," Kasey responded as she lowered her hands and finished buttoning her shorts. "You know how much I hate vice squad. All the slobbering jerks and the rude comments." "Yeah, its a dirty job, but someone's got to do it. Besides you've got the perfect body for it. And if anyone gets too fresh, 'Hard-Kase'," Janelle said as she playfully jabbed at Kasey's flat, hard stomach muscles, "you just take 'em down!" "Thanks for the motivational speech, pal," said Kasey as she pulled on her patent leather boots. "All the same, I can't wait until I get reassigned. Lord what I wouldn't give to be a beat cop again like you." She tucked her 9mm gun into her tiny purse. "See ya later, Janelle, have a good night." "Later, Tiger," replied Janelle as she began to disrobe, "and don't let the bad guys get to you." Kasey walked down the halls and through the squad room, enduring the stares and smirks of her fellow officers. I guess I am pretty proud of my body, she thought to herself as she passed a large window and checked herself out. I'm one of the strongest women on the force and I guess I'm not too bad looking. In fact she could do one arm curls with a 40 pound dumbbell, bench press 200 pounds, and squat 350 all at a body weight of 165 and a height of 5' 8". She flicked her short black hair over her ear and walked into the captain's office to get her 'bug' strapped on. It was a tiny thing, barely noticeable tucked into the back of her shorts. A thin wire was taped to her back and up her neck. From there, it ran through her hair until it stopped just above the hairline. Once activated, this tiny microphone would pick up any conversation within twenty feet. Another similar wire split off and had a tiny speaker at its end that hid neatly in her ear. A little bit of makeup on her back, and the wire was nearly invisible. Kasey and her partner discussed their strategy for the evening and then hit the road, looking for their first 'john'. The set up was easy enough, Kasey would make like any other street walker on Sunset Blvd. and her partner would be parked in a van several blocks away listening in. As soon as she was propositioned, she would arrest the guy, read him his rights and by that time the van was there ready for back-up. If the situation got bad, she had her 9mm always handy. Just another day in the sleaziest part of the 'City of Angels.' ************************** He looked through his extensive wardrobe and quickly decided to go tonight as an insurance salesman type. White shirt, thin tie, plaid pants and jacket, wing-tip shoes, and fake glasses. Everything was oversized to hide his spectacular physique. He dressed quickly and walked down two flights to the basement garage. He looked over an array of cars that most collectors would die for. Auto-mechanics had been his hobby for a long time and his garage was outfitted with every tool needed not to mention a store of spare parts that would do NAPA proud. He selected the Viper, climbed in and roared down the tunnel leading to the outside world. How long had it been since he had been to LA, he mused? It must be almost a year now since the last time. He slid in a Glen Miller CD and relaxed as best he could for the hour long commute to the city. After all these years, he stilled loved that jazzy swing from the 40's the best. As he left the Los Padres National Forest and Ojai behind, he thought again about that last time. He had been so close! Closer than he had been in forty years. But maybe this time - hopefully this time - he'll find the right combination. Weaving his way through a maze of freeways, he picked his way down to what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse, actually one of many that he owned through some of his dummy corporations. With a push of a concealed button, a large door opened. He drove inside and parked the Viper and walked over to an 80's sedan. He checked his supply of pens, put a pocket protector in his shirt pocket and started up the old sedan. Even though it hadn't been used in a while, he was meticulous in his care for his cars. The engine purred, not as a result of superior engineering as much as superior maintenance. He pulled out of the warehouse and headed his car for downtown. ************************** This sucks, Kasey thought to herself, one o'clock in the fuckin' morning and I'm freezing my buns off in this stupid outfit. And not one customer so far. Meanwhile her crummy partner was sitting in the back of his warm van probably jerking off with some tit magazine. "Jerry!" Kasey whispered, "are you still there?" Pause. Pause. "Yeah ... Kase ...," Jerry finally replied, "what's up?" "What are you doing?" "Just thinkin' of you Kase," Jerry lied over the transmitter as he folded up his magazine, "my only thoughts are of you." "Well, I'm starving and freezing while you're stuffin' your face and steamin' the windows," Kasey retorted with a bit of anger in her voice. "Ah the life of a cop, it's glorious, ain't it?" Jerry smirked to himself as he fantasized about Kasey having boobs as big as the model on the cover. "We'll take a break in an hour and go get lunch. Let me know if anything happens." Silence. Fat chance of anything happening tonight, Kasey thought. Damn, why did she have to give up smoking, she really could have used a cigarette right about now. Kasey turned around and noticed a blue sedan pulling up to the curb. Damn, she chided herself, she hadn't seen it pull up. Usually she relayed information to Jerry as the cars pulled up to her. All she could report to Jerry was "Blue sedan, 80's". No response, `was Jerry listening?' She decided to continue on towards the car so the john wouldn't get suspicious. Normal looking jerk, she noted, kind of geekish looking, maybe 40 years old, cute face without the glasses, kind of big across the shoulders, looks like an insurance agent, pens in his pocket and everything. "Hey there big guy," Kasey bent down to the open window, "looking for some company tonight?" "That would be nice, thanks," the man replied as he nervously fiddled with a pen in his right hand. "Well, let's party!" Kasey gushed as she climbed into the passenger seat. She fingered her gun and badge ready to spring into action. As soon as the door closed, the man pushed a button on the pen and a potent knock out gas spewed into Kasey's face. Before she could think or react, the gas did its job. She was out before he hit the automatic door lock. Meanwhile, Jerry wasn't sure of the first thing that Kasey had told him, but he could tell that she had just gotten into a car before her voice suddenly went silent. Usually by this time she was reading the poor slob his rights and setting him up for a night in jail and an uneasy call home to his wife. "Kase?" Jerry whispered. Nothing came back but sounds of a car driving. "Kasey? Do you read?" Jerry was beginning to get scared. He started up the van and swung it around the corner. She was gone. And so was the car. Quickly he took off down Sunset trying desperately to remember what kind of car it was and looking for any car with a guy and a gal in it. "Kasey, are you there?" This time, he was sure he had heard something. His hearing was very acute as was his other senses, part of what drove him to the brink of insanity when the lust was upon him. He could hear the girl breathing and even the beating of her heart. He also heard what had to be a tiny speaker in her ear. He reached out carefully and traced the well concealed wire back to the transmitter in her shorts. Hmmm, so she's a cop. He quickly got off Sunset and started heading around in a circle. That's when he noticed the van driving quickly down the street with a guy nervously checking out the other cars. He calmly reached over, took the transmitter in his large hand, and crushed it like it was cracker. The bits and pieces fell onto the seat next to the unconscious woman. That's better, he thought. then he turned back onto Sunset and joined the hundreds of other cars that roam the city streets all night long. Taking surface streets all the way, he was soon back at his warehouse in East LA. He moved the sleeping woman to the Viper, cleaned up all traces of the evenings activities in the sedan and then left for his home with his precious cargo. As he drove north, he listened to the police band on his radio. The entire downtown area was swarming with cops looking for a blue sedan and an officer in trouble. He chose a circuitous route that took him a little out of his way, but kept him well away from Los Angeles. He had to hurry, he reminded himself, or all would be for naught and this poor woman would have lost her life for no purpose. As he drove on through the night, he glanced over at the young woman. She had a pretty face, without all of the garish makeup. And her muscles looked trim and strong. He had to look away and force his mind onto other things or they may never get home. A policewoman! He had never suspected that he might end up with a cop in his car. He had begun using prostitutes in the last 20 years because he looked on them as expendable. Oh well, he sighed, it's too late now. He could feel the rising urgings and cravings and he didn't have time to get someone else. ********************** Kasey awoke in an unfamiliar bed. She was still dressed as she had been. She quickly checked for her purse. It was still there! Even her gun! She sat up and looked around. Immediately she wished she hadn't. A throbbing pain seared through her brain, almost making her nauseous. She laid back quickly and closed her eyes. "I've got to get my bearings ..." she whispered, then, "Jerry? Can you hear me, Jerry?" She felt around for her transmitter, but couldn't feel anything. Damn, I may just have to shoot my way out of this one. The door to the room opened slowly. Kasey instinctively rolled off the satin sheets and dropped behind the bed as the same time pulling her revolver from her purse and pointing it at the man standing at the door. "I don't think Jerry can hear you anymore - Kasey? Isn't it?" The huge man was standing at the door with a cup of steaming tea. He was dressed in tennis shoes, spandex pants and a t-shirt that showed off each of his massively developed muscles. Kasey's mouth fairly dropped open. She couldn't believe that this was the same guy that she had seen in the car. But there was that same unassuming, smiling face. "I brought you some tea that will take away that nasty headache that you have," he said as he gently placed the cup on a dresser, " and - oh dear, I guess I forgot that you had a gun." Kasey had kept her 9mm trained on the man's fantastic chest the whole time. "I don't know who you are or why you kidnapped me or where I am, but so help me if you take one more step I'll blow a hole through your chest. I am a police officer and you are under arrest," she said, keeping the pistol trained on him. "Now back off and show me to a phone." "I'm afraid I can't do that Kasey. And as far as your gun, that is the least of my concerns right now. As I was saying," he stepped toward Kasey, knowing full well that she would carry out her threat. Kasey immediately squeezed off a quick round aimed dead center of the big man's chest. But he moved so quickly to dodge the bullet that Kasey hardly even saw it. She tracked him and fired again with the same results. Then a third shot and a fourth. Still smiling, the man worked his way closer and closer to Kasey until he reached out with his blinding speed and snatched the gun out of her hand. "As I was saying," he repeated as he slowly bent the gun with only one hand for emphasis, "I, that is, we don't have much time. Please drink your tea if you would care to and I'll be back for you in a few minutes." With that he threw the useless gun onto the bed and left the room. Kasey was stunned by what had happened and puzzled by his words. But the first thing she had to do was get rid of that damn headache! She gingerly inspected the cup and concluded that it couldn't be poison because he needed her for something. She carefully drank the hot tea and immediately felt better. The headache disappeared and she felt much more relaxed. Now she had to figure a way out of here. But before she could even start considering her options, the man returned to her door. He noticed the empty cup, "Feeling better? Sorry about that gas. I developed it myself. It works incredibly fast but unfortunately it has rather nasty after effects. So I also developed the tea to counteract the gas. Isn't that the way with technology. We always have to clean up after ourselves and often we leave bigger messes than when we started. Speaking of that, it's time to go." "Go? I'm not going -" Kasey never got a chance to finish her thought. The man took her hand and gently but ever so strongly led her out of the room and down the hall. She tried to resist, but her efforts were as futile as a leaf fighting the wind. As he walked down the hall with her at his side he continued, "You asked what my name was. Well, I have used many different names over the years. I started out as Michael Jones. I was born in 1905." Kasey looked at the handsome man as if he was crazy. "I know what you're thinking, that would make me 90 years old and I don't look a day over 40, right? Well, strange as it may seem, that is right. You see, before World War Two, I was a research chemist. A brilliant chemist, I might add. I was working for the Army to develop a Super Soldier Serum. We had gotten word that the Germans were very close to perfecting one themselves. So the Army gave me all the support I needed. I had already made a fortune before the war, and considered this my part in winning the war. But the research dragged on and finally it looked like the war was winding down. My research was no longer needed, so the Army ended the program. "What they didn't realize was that I was only days away from completing the Serum. Out of spite for the Army for stopping this program that I saw as infinitely important, I carried on in my own private labs. I ran some preliminary tests on animals and everything looked fine. What I really needed was a human test subject. That's where the Army would have come in useful. But lacking their resources, I decided to test it on myself. As you can see, I didn't die. As a matter of fact it worked perfectly. I am as strong as 50 men. My health is still perfect even fifty years later. My senses and reflexes are superhuman. And best of all, it elevated my intelligence to beyond genius levels." The two reached a large room that was loaded with computer and laboratory equipment. `Just like in the old sci-fi movies,' mused Kasey. In the middle of the room was an empty table with wires and tubes leading to it from below. As they approached the table, Michael lifted Kasey like he was lifting a feather. She resisted again, and as before, it didn't make any difference. Michael held her down with one huge hand on her stomach and chest while he fastened leather straps around her arms and legs. He moved with such ease, just as if he had done this many times before. Finally he tightened a long strap across her chest. "But there always seems to be a down side to any progress, as I alluded to previously," he calmly continued as he quickly went about fastening what looked like electrodes to Kasey's skin. "Just as I was about to make my discoveries public, I was overcome... within a matter of hours... with an insatiable... lusting. I had to have sexual release. I tried to masturbate, but it only held off the cravings temporarily. I finally lost all self control and attacked the nearest female... who happened to be my lab assistant." He paused reflectively and then began to insert a needle into her artery that was attached to a large reservoir of fluid. "I mauled her beyond recognition. I wasn't able to control my strength. Ever since that day in 1945, I have been in hiding. And ever since then, I have been trying to find a way to end this, this insanity." "So why me? What are you doing here?" pleaded a desperate Kasey. "Don't you see? The only way to control the cravings safely is to have a woman to copulate with who is the equal of me. For 50 years I have tried to create a serum that would duplicate my powers in a woman." Michael walked up to the prone woman with a large hypodermic needle, tapping lightly on it to get the air bubble to the top. "But the original serum was designed only for men, it was based on testosterone and its effect on the Y-chromosomes. You double X's on the other hand are a trickier lot. Serum after serum failed to produce the desired affects. Sometimes the woman's strength would increase dramatically, five sometimes six times as strong as normal, but never strong enough to survive my lust. You see, when I'm overcome by this lust, I can't think, I can't reason, and I can't control my prodigious strength. It even seems to make me temporarily stronger." "How many people have you ... you ..." "Crushed? Mauled? Murdered?" Michael finished her question. "Too many. But if I don't try, even more might die. Like in Peru." He carefully injected the serum into Kasey. She grimaced as she felt it flow into her arm. "I was hiding in a small village in Peru in 1951. The 'muscle lust', as I have come to call it, came over me unexpectedly and suddenly. I awoke three days later having killed most of the women and men. I have no control. I can't even see, except red. Every one of my 'super senses' is on full power. I can smell a female from a hundred yards away. So you see, I try to contain myself in this house and carry on my search for the woman who can end this nightmare." "How is it that you've been able to get away with this for so long?" "I've been very careful. I always plan well ahead and I use the dregs of humanity for my test subjects," he said with a evil smirk, "because who would miss them? We're in the middle of the mountains, in the middle of a 2000 acre ranch. I have never seen my neighbors and probably never will. And all of my former "assistants" are currently decomposing far away from the rest of the world. No my dear, no one will ever find me. As for you, I have already written a letter of apology to the police from you explaining what happened last night. With your signature and personal information garnered from your purse, plus a picture of tomorrow's paper with your head morphed into it - not to mention the samples of your voice that my computer will use to simulate a phone message, no one will even suspect the truth." Kasey began to feel light headed, "You're mad... you must be... stopped... don't do this!" "I am not mad, but I will be very soon. And the only hope you have of stopping me or even surviving my lust is that serum I just injected into you." Michael walked over to a control panel and surveyed his readouts. Satisfied, he turned his attention back to Kasey, "This should be exciting. I'm trying a totally new tactic tonight. In addition to the new serum, I will be stimulating your muscles with small amounts of electricity and at the same time, supplying your body with enough protein to support what I hope will be significant growth." With that he flipped a switch to begin the new process. Immediately, Kasey's body convulsed. Every muscle tightened to an incredible degree. Michael turned down the amount of electricity flowing into the woman's body and watched as her muscles relaxed slightly. Meanwhile, the serum had had a head start and by the time the muscles were shocked, it had already run through the entire bloodstream. Muscle, bone, and ligament were already showing the effects of the serum. Cells were strengthening to an unbelievable degree. Muscle fiber began to grow denser and hungrily sucked up the readily available protein. The fibers split and grew, then split and grew again. Kasey was in pain, but she could tell that something amazing was happening to her body. Michael could see it as well. Kasey's already hard and buffed muscles were swelling ever so slightly. He could see veins beginning to pop out somewhat, carrying the serum and protein mixture to her muscles that kept tensing and relaxing, totally controlled now by the machine. Waves of pain and pleasure swept over Kasey. Her breathing got faster and faster. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. But as the serum affected even her heart muscle, it began to slow down and beat with a depth and resonance she had never felt before. Kasey could feel strength welling up inside her. She desperately tugged at her restraints, trying to break free. The thick leather straps would not budge, but the exertions caused even faster growth of the muscles in her arms and legs. After a half hour of watching his instruments and monitoring the process, Michael moved from the console to the table. He began touching the hard muscles beginning to bulge all over the young woman. "It's working! At last, this could be the end of my nightmare!" His large cock began responding, stretching the spandex material of his pants. Suddenly, before he could stop himself, he began rubbing his penis, ripping at the material that surrounded it. The lust was upon him. Through the pain and overwhelming sensations, Kasey saw the massive man tear at his pants until the largest cock she had ever seen rose triumphantly in front of her. Then as he apparently tried to control himself, he backed into the control console. Fighting to restrain the overpowering lust, he smashed his fist into the console. Immediately sparks flew all around and Kasey felt a wild surge in the electrical currents running through the thin wires. Her whole body felt like it had been hit with a baseball bat. Every muscle bulged as they tensed from the electricity. Then everything went black. Michael, with what little awareness he had left, knew that the overload of electricity would more than likely fry the woman. He watched helplessly as her body writhed in pain, but at the same time the protein mixture was being absorbed almost instantaneously. The only thing his clouded mind could think of was ripping the wires off of the woman. He leapt with his supernatural strength over the console and onto the table. But the contact with the wires short circuited into him and sent him flying across the room howling in pain. He crashed against the wall and slumped to the floor dazed. The violent surge of electricity into Michael also served to shake Kasey to her senses. In her last moment of lucidity, she realized that she must get the electrodes off. She reached with her right hand to wipe off the electrodes on her left side. She never even felt the tug of the strap as it easily gave way. Then she followed with her left hand in the same way. She sat bolt upright without noticing the strap across her chest as it snapped away. With a slight flex of her legs, the other straps burst open. Quickly she removed the I.V. from her arm and swung off the table. Michael looked up from the floor at Kasey. His clouded, lust filled mind could not comprehend who this woman was or where she had come from, but he knew he wanted her. She was still trembling from the electrical shock, but he could see that she was magnificent. Her shoulders were huge round mounds of muscles with deep separations leading to enormous biceps with thick blue veins. She flexed her arm a little as she supported herself on the table showing off horseshoe shaped triceps that would do a Clydesdale proud. Her bent legs displayed her pumped up quads that were easily the size of tree trunks. Her calves were so large that they showed distinctly from the front. Travelling back up her body, Michael's eyes saw a waist that looked like it was crafted out of steel plating with every bump and valley of every muscle etched in. And her breasts! They were fully exposed now, the material of her sheer top and tight shorts long since torn away by her growth, and he could see her nipples, huge and erect, sitting proudly on top of tits that were the size of volleyballs, which in turn were supported by inches of thick muscle. He watched as she turned and grabbed the table. Her back exploded into the most awesome display of muscle he had ever witnessed. Deep, thick, rippling muscles covered her from her traps to her obliques. Her lats were two or three times as wide as her waist creating an unbelievable v-shape. She lifted the 1000 pound table over her head like it was a piece of balsa wood and then broke in two sending splinters throughout the lab. She tossed the pieces aside and turned back to her kidnapper. The effect that her body had on him in his state was immediate and powerful. His member sprang back to full attention. He jumped up and rushed to her with his blinding speed. Before she could react, he had his arms around her and smashed her against a wall, sending cracks in a starburst pattern in the concrete wall of his specially designed lab. Instead of feeling the wind knocked out of her as she expected, Kasey felt only a slight bump. She easily broke free of his grip and then pushed him backwards. Although she pushed him rather gently, he flew across the room again. Michael rushed at her again, this time with a piece of the broken table. Using all of his enhanced strength and height advantage, he smashed the heavy wood over her head. Kasey was momentarily stunned by the blow. Quickly he delivered a powerful kick to her stomach. Had Kasey been ready, Michael would have shattered the bones in his foot. As it was she doubled over, trying to catch her breath. Using his wooden weapon again, he knocked Kasey to the floor. Stepping behind the stunned woman, Michael knelt down and gripped her hips. With one quick thrust, he drove his hard cock deep into her cunt. Kasey screamed in pain as the large member pierced her. She thought she might be ripped apart from the sheer size of his cock. But Michael continued to mercilessly hump her faster and faster. He ran his hands over the deep clefts and high mounds of muscles covering her back, thrilling at the feel of muscle! He grabbed her huge tits and pulled himself into her deeper and deeper with each thrust. Michael could feel himself about to explode with the first of many orgasms. He ran his hands over her incredible legs and calves, marveling at her size and hardness. He frantically grabbed at her hips and ass as he shot his first load of sperm into the woman. The strength with which he grabbed her would have splintered a small tree. But her skin didn't even show red marks where his hands had been. As Michael took a quick breath after his orgasm, Kasey saw her chance. She had been biding her time, collecting her wits, and putting up with his lust. Sure it had felt good, but she was trying to concentrate and figure out why she wasn't dead yet. As she felt him relax, she whipped around with her right hand and knocked him away from her. Her blow inadvertently broke two ribs and sent him sprawling to the floor. He lay there, pain shooting from his side, recuperating from the first real fuck he had in over half a century. Kasey rose to her feet and walked over to him. She was ready this time. But then she caught a reflection of herself in a piece of metal. For the first time, she paused to look at her body. She was astounded at what she saw. She ran her hands along the deep grooves between her quads, feeling their steely hardness. She inspected the big round globes that sat on her chest, gasping in pleasure as she touched her engorged nipples. A quick image of the tit magazines that Jerry looked at flashed through her mind. Wonder what he'd think of these puppies, she thought. Then she raised her arm and flexed. A gigantic bicep rose from her arm. And rose. And rose. And finally peaked into the largest muscle she had ever seen on anyone! She reached up and ran her fingers over the rock hard muscle and started feeling a strange stirring inside. She... loved... being big. She... wanted... to be big. She... had... to be big, and strong, and powerful. She had to have... muscle! Flex it, feel it, grab it, kneed it, lick it, revel in it, worship it! She wanted to hold a powerful body in her hands and feel the soft skin with rock hard muscles underneath. She lowered her arms and clenched her fists. She threw her head back and let out a roar that resounded through the halls. Michael instinctively knew what had happened. The same thing that had happened to him so many years ago. She had the muscle lust. He wanted her even more now. He rose to his feet, oblivious of the pain in his ribs, and took the super powered woman by her waist. He lifted her up and then settled her back down again onto his majestic staff. She opened her eyes with a look of surprise that quickly turned to lust. Kasey allowed Michael to do all of the work, raising and lowering her while her hand played across his arms and chest. She couldn't believe how good it felt to be riding him like this, to be stroking his inhumanly strong muscles, feeling his biceps bulge bigger and bigger with each stroke. Her humongous boobs raked across his chest, turning her on even more. Kasey wrapped her legs around his thighs and butt, adding to the downward thrust on each stroke while Michael was fast approaching another climax. Kasey was getting lost in the feeling of muscles and power, not really aware of anything else. As she tightened her grip around Michael's thighs, she began to force his knees to buckle. He resisted with every ounce of strength he had, but he soon realized, to his shock, that she was overpowering him. Slowly but surely, Kasey forced him to his knees. But Michael continued his feverish quest for orgasm. The raw strength of this woman turned him on more than he ever thought possible. Knowing that she was probably stronger than he was excited him so much that he couldn't contain himself. With two hesitant thrusts, he came deep inside her, filling her with his super jism. He fell to the floor, exhausted, spent, but finally sated. His unquenchable lust had been filled by this marvelous woman. Kasey fell with him, landing on top of him. Unfortunately, she did not share the same feeling of fulfillment as her creator. If anything, she was more frustrated than ever. The lust was fully upon her and she could care less how this man felt, she needed - "More... more!" she growled as she began to rub her tits against his decreasing member, "Must have more!" She grabbed his thick cock in her hands and began to stroke its length while licking its huge head. She was desperate to continue this little muscle fuck fest. She needed to come so badly that she was oblivious to anything else. Finally, through no effort on Michael's part, the super-sized cock began to respond to Kasey's ministrations. Michael could only watch with waning interest as his staff once more achieved its full stature, but somewhere inside his lust addled brain, he recognized how much firmer this woman's grasp was than his own, even in the depth of his lust. Kasey slid it slowly between her huge globes, teasing and nibbling on the plump head. Then Kasey straddled the giant man and mounted his waiting pole. Slowly at first, then with quick, smooth thrusts, Kasey pounced on her lust object. She ran her fingers up over his chest, then down his shoulders and arms. Her hands came to rest firmly on top of his massive biceps. Although her small hands could not even begin to contain his huge arms, she seemed to be having no trouble keeping Michael's arms just where they were. As a matter of fact, Michael noticed, she was actually hurting him with her surprising grip. No sooner had Michael realized that she was possessed of incredible arm strength, then Kasey laid her feet across his thighs. Once again, Michael found his limbs to be incapacitated by this surprisingly strong woman. Initially, these thoughts turned him on, imagining that this woman was actually strong enough to overpower him. But as he began to struggle against her, he realized that he was not imagining it. She was stronger! So much stronger than he that he was beginning to feel pain where she was holding him and where she was bouncing on top of him! Kasey, reveling in her bulging muscles and her indescribable feeling of power, continued to pound away at Michael's groin. Harder and faster, harder and faster. Accentuating the downward thrust as if to drive the cock deeper within her. Her bountiful boobs kept time with her strokes, lightly tapping her on the chin with each downstroke. She was totally oblivious to the slight crunching noises that were coming from her victim as she ground him into the cement floor. Soon cracks appeared in the floor below Michael's helpless body. The amount of force that Kasey was exerting was slowly crushing the super man. Suddenly the bones in his upper arms snapped as Kasey continued her relentless pursuit of her orgasm. Michael opened his mouth to scream but was met by Kasey's full, hot lips as she forced her strong tongue deep inside him. As he attempted to move away, she released one broken arm to grab the back of his head and hold him up to her. The strength of just her one hand holding him against her lips nearly cracked his skull. Not satisfied with her position, Kasey quickly rolled on to her back while carrying Michael's limp body with her. Grabbing his back with one hand and his ass with the other, she proceeded to pump the 400 pound man into her like he was merely a dildo in her hands. She wrapped her mighty legs around him again and continued her wild fucking. Michael meanwhile passed out from the unbelievable amount of pain that this super muscular amazon was inflicting. Finally, at long last, Kasey slowed her frenetic pace, savoring every movement of Michael's body against her own. Then with one final thrust, Kasey came. Every muscle on her body bulged with the effort. Her legs, already pumped to unheard of sizes, grew even more as she tightened her deadly grip around Michael's hips. The abused man could take no more as bones splintered from the pressure. Kasey wrapped her monstrous arms around Michael's chest and squeezed as the ultimate pleasure rocked her body. But she was indeed too strong. Ribs were bent, then shattered as she reveled in her orgasm. Her lust was so overpowering that the once massive frame was completely mangled and broken. The last thing that Michael saw was a look of total satisfaction on Kasey's beautiful face as his last breath was forced out of his collapsing lungs. Her lust finally spent, Kasey released the dead man and drifted of to sleep. ********************* Kasey awoke the next morning back in the same bed that she had found herself in before. She lay in the bed covered only by a satin sheet. As she opened her eyes and looked around the room, she remembered being there before. Then all of the events of the night before came rushing into her thoughts. Was she dreaming? Had any of that really happened? How did she get back here if it did? In the midst of her confusion, she yawned and stretched and drew her hands behind her head. She felt something touch against her ear. Turning quickly, she saw that it was her bicep! "Holy shit!" she cried as she leapt from the bed and jumped across the room to look at herself in the mirror. What she saw totally astounded her. It was her face, her eyes looking back at her. But who's body was this? Biceps nearly the size of her head, boobs like twin volleyballs, shoulders that looked like someone had pushed a bowling ball under her skin, and abs so incredibly defined. Kasey gently explored her abs with her fingers. As she started to touch her muscles, a flood of memories came back to her. The mad scientist. The horror of the electricity. The feeling of power coursing through her every cell. The lust for muscle, lots of muscle, anyone's muscle. Suddenly she had an overwhelming urge to fuck someone, anyone, anything that had muscles. She had a flick of an image of her holding down a bull and fucking it till its heart burst. She shook herself out of her reverie and back to the problem at hand. `Oh god,' she thought, `I've got the muscle lust now.' Kasey left the bedroom totally naked and stalked down the hall. She remembered clearly the path that the madman had taken to the lab. She didn't care about how she was dressed or undressed or even who might see her, she wanted answers and she wanted them now. And maybe now she was strong enough to get some from him. As Kasey entered the lab, she was greeted by a grisly sight. The table was shattered and scattered about, the walls were cracked as was the floor, especially in one place where it looked like someone was hammering away at the cement with a pile driver. And over in a corner sat the crumpled remains of her tormentor. Kasey had seen dead people before, lots of them, but this one nearly made her sick. The twisted and broken remnants of the once powerful man seemed to be withering away. Kasey's coldly analytical mind clicked in, `I need to find out more about this monster, and I won't be getting any information from him. I wonder if he kept any records on his computers?' Kasey walked over to the bank of computers and started searching the files for records. Kasey had never been very adept with these infernal machines, but everything seemed to come easy to her now. She quickly defeated any security codes that Michael had set up and was into his personal files in just a short while. To her surprise, Kasey was able to read the documents at nearly the same speed that the computer could put them on the screen. Her fingers blurred as they punched in one command after another. Her mind felt like it was on the most incredible caffeine rush, but it never slowed down. After several hours, Kasey had read most of the files contained on the computers. Kasey found out that Michael had been able to keep his secret for so long by separating himself from the world. Yet at the same time, he stayed close to major cities in order to have a steady supply of 'assistants'. He had holdings all over the country, property and companies owned by dummy corporations, investments, stocks, bonds. And everything was run out of this house by computer and fax. He even had several different identities, all backed up by falsified records. I guess if you have enough money, Kasey mused to herself, you can get away with almost anything. Another interesting piece of information that Kasey discovered was that the serum seemed to have another side effect. Michael had observed that the bodies of his victims seemed to wither away quickly after death, as if the muscles were still feeding on themselves. He thus had little problem disposing of the remains by burning them and burying the ashes on his property. From her law enforcement background, Kasey knew that they could never find any evidence to prove what had gone on here. And at the same time, she realized that she was in the same predicament as Michael had been. She had just crushed someone as strong as 50 men in a moment of lust, without even thinking about it. What would she do to a normal person? Could she ever rejoin society? Would it be better if she just killed herself now and got it over with? As Kasey pondered these questions, she decided to look around the house to see what her options were. She was impressed with the modern design and appliances. She walked up stairs to discover an entire floor well lit from large windows and lined with books of all sorts. Michael had collected nearly 50,000 books on every subject imaginable. Scanning the titles, Kasey found herself fascinated and wanting to read all of these books to gain more knowledge from them. Leaving the library, Kasey walked down the hall and found herself in the most well equipped and maintained home gym she had ever seen. This gym rivaled most commercial gyms. The one exception was the size of the weights. Dumbbells that started at 250 pounds and went by 50 pound increments up to 1000 pounds were lined up along one side. There were benches that looked like they were built to hold a truck and a Smith machine that still had 8000 pounds racked on it. Huge bars and thick over-sized weight plates were neatly placed on racks in various locations around the gym. "Hmmm ..." Kasey said as she loaded another 2000 pounds on the Smith machine and then pulled a bench under it, "I could bench press 200 pounds before, and he said he was as strong as 50 men, let's see if I could press 10,000 pounds." Kasey set her hands carefully on the bar and pushed upwards. The massive weight rose easily and steadily. Feeling confident, Kasey lowered the bar slowly to her chest and then exploded upwards. God, that was easy, she thought. She duplicated the movement several more times, then started to increase her speed. After 30 repetitions, she racked the weight. Kasey sat up and examined her chest and arms, "I'm not even close to being pumped up! My god, how strong am I?" She moved the bench out of the way as she stood in front of the machine. She grabbed the bar with just her right hand and tried to curl the weight. Her bicep bunched and swelled in response to the tremendous weight, but slowly the bar started to rise. She completed one curl and then switched hands with the same results. "I could do one curl before with 50 pounds ..." she stopped as she mentally calculated, "that must mean my strength has increased ... 200 times!! No wonder this bar was so easy to bench, I could have pressed ... 40,000 pounds!" Kasey sat down on the bench as the immensity of the revelation hit her. "Now I know why I crushed that poor man last night," she mused aloud, "he never stood a chance. But now what am I? Some kind of freak? How could I ever live around people again, I'd be afraid to touch anyone out of fear of hurting them." Kasey stood and walked over to a mirror, "But I love being alive, and I especially love this... power!" she said as she flexed her arms and legs. "If only I could use it for good instead of selfishness, like Michael. But then there's the problem of the uncontrollable lust. Do I have to keep destroying people while I try to create another super person that can stand up to my strength levels?" Suddenly, Kasey had a flash of inspiration. A plan began formulating. It might take some time, she thought, but it will be well worth it. She bolted down the stairs to the computer room. She had a lot of work ahead of her. May, 1997 Same house in the Southern California mountains Kasey Hodson, possible the strongest person alive, stood in the morning sun in the library of her home. She held a book on criminology in her hand that she was dying to read. But right now, she was content to just soak up a little sunshine. She was dressed only in a robe that did little to hide her incredible physique. From the back she looked like a football lineman, complete with shoulder pads - except for the relatively tiny waist which the robe was tied around. As she turned, a deep cleavage formed by her voluminous breasts appeared to be the most prominent feature, obscuring the thick pectoral muscles that held those wonderful organs aloft. Kasey had read nearly 1000 books from this library in the last two years, but still her favorite subject was criminology. She settled into her favorite chair and took a sip of coffee. This book is only 300 pages long, she thought, probably be done with it in a little under an hour. Still, she liked to be comfortable when she read, to focus on the information. Just as she was deep into the first chapter, Kasey was startled by a loud crash coming from the gym down the hall. I guess this will have to wait for a while, she thought as she jumped from her chair and raced down the hall to see what had happened. Massive. That was the only word that Kasey could have used to described the woman she saw in front of her. She stood only 5' 7" but weighed 270 pounds. All of it muscle. She had the face of a model with a square jaw, high cheekbones, full lips, and long blond hair that showed off her deep California tan. But her physique was out of this world. Each muscle was clearly defined and pumped larger than any bodybuilder had ever hoped to be. From her rock hard abs to her wide, wing-like lats. Her shoulders and arms were immense. Her quads flared out from her hips like two great mountain ranges, narrowed at the knee and then swelled into calves the size of melons. She stood there dressed in only tennis shoes, tiny spandex shorts, and a bikini top that barely covered her dark brown aureoles and fat nipples. And right now the nipples were threatening to tear through the material as they slowly became more and more pronounced. She was trying hard to control herself and the heavy breathing she was doing just accentuated her already huge tits. Kasey was totally turned on by the sight and without thinking started to finger herself. As the woman picked up the 5000 pound dumbbell that she had dropped, she turned and saw Kasey entering the room. "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," she said as she calmly transferred the dumbbell to her other hand and started to pump the weight vigorously up and down, "I was just trying to get in a quick workout when... when..." She cut herself off in mid-sentence as she stared at her swollen bicep. A soft, guttural growl started rising up from her throat. She released the ponderous weight once more and turned to Kasey with a look of pure animal lust. With a quick sweep of her mighty hands, her top and shorts were history. She approached Kasey hungrily, like a tiger approaching her prey. Kasey was all too familiar with the feeling that this woman was feeling now, and she was prepared. She stripped off the robe and threw it well out of harm's way. It was her favorite robe, after all, and she was tired of buying new ones all the time. As the other woman continued her approach, she could feel the lust rising in her as well. That book might have to wait a bit longer now, she thought, Janelle looks like she's deep into it this time. Janelle stood in front of her old friend and barked a command, "Flex!" Kasey obeyed by raising her arms in a double-biceps pose that would bring the house down at any Mr. Olympia. Her arms slowly grew and grew until softball sized biceps crowned her 25" guns. Then she shook her right leg and tensed it exposing the deep separations and striations in her 48" quads. She and Janelle had been working hard on their physiques in these last two years and it showed. But what was really impressive was that their strength had continually grown along with their muscles. They were now easily 250 times as strong as they had been previously. Janelle ran her hands over Kasey's biceps and shoulders. She squeezed her quads and then licked her way up her abs. "Suck me!" Janelle commanded. Kasey, being the obedient one this time, followed Janelle's command and began sucking and pulling on her fat, inch-wide nipples, kneading her breasts at the same time. "Fuck me!" was Janelle's final command. Kasey planted one mighty hand under Janelle's tight ass and lifted her like she was lifting a leaf. Keeping one hand on Janelle's huge nipple, she began licking and biting at the super woman's nether lips. Deeper and deeper, Kasey probed with her long, strong tongue. Every once in a while, in between thrusts, she would bite down on her partner's clit, shocking her, and increasing the pleasure. Soon Janelle was swaying with the rhythm of her friends tongue, moaning and gasping in pleasure. Then she began bucking as waves of pleasure radiated through her incredible body. Suddenly, Janelle arched her back, throwing her massive tits outward and clenched her legs around Kasey's head. She locked her ankles in a scissors hold that could have bent a solid steel I-beam, but Kasey was more than strong enough to resist it. Kasey's head disappeared between the monstrous thighs which continued to grow larger and hotter as Janelle neared her climax. She increased the speed and depth of her tongue thrusts until in a moment of intense release, Janelle finally came, sending a flood of cum juice into Kasey's mouth and over her chin. As soon as she had come, Janelle raised back up and mussed Kasey's hair. "Gee, that was a lot of fun," she said with an impish smile, "thanks!" Kasey was stunned to see such a quick recovery from muscle lust, until it finally hit her that Janelle was faking it! "You little minx," Kasey cried as she grabbed Janelle's waist and held her 270 pounds effortlessly overhead, "you tricked me!" With that Kasey threw the woman towards the far wall of the gym like she was no heavier than a paper airplane. Quickly, Janelle tucked and rolled so that her feet made contact with the wall first. Her bent legs absorbed the force of the throw and then exploded back out again. She came off the wall like a guided missile headed straight for Kasey. She spread her arms and hit the larger woman square in the face with her tits first, quickly wrapping her arms around her and throwing both of them to the ground. When they stopped rolling, Janelle was on top. "Get your big fat boob out of my face!" Kasey kidded as she attempted to look around the bulbous mammary. "Lick your way out or suffocate!" Janelle taunted back as she held her prey to the floor. The two super powerful women strained against each other for what seemed like hours, as their huge muscles took on a look and feel of living steel. Every muscle bulged larger and larger as the struggle went on. Then slowly, Kasey pushed her tormentor up and off of her. With a quick flip in the air, Janelle landed on her butt across the gym, laughing so hard that she almost peed. Kasey got up smiling and helped her friend up. "Sorry for the fake job," Janelle said, "but I just wanted to take a break from my workout. Besides," she cooed as she wiped the sweat off of Kasey's head and shoulder and then cupped Kasey's big breast gently, "it's been such a long time since we got up, and I was missing you." "It's only been an hour and a half," Kasey reminded her as she lifted Janelle's lips to hers and kissed her deeply, "and besides, you're supposed to be cooking breakfast today, not working out!" With that, Kasey gave Janelle's tight little butt a hardy slap, "Get going, wench, before I take you over my knee and teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" Janelle, went giggling down the hall towards the kitchen. Kasey retrieved her robe and returned to the library. She smiled as she thought about everything that had happened in the last two years. After her transformation, and Michael's death, Kasey had carried through with his plan to notify the authorities that she had slipped away that night and run off to Mexico, tired of all of the crap she put up with as a cop. She then set about assuming control of Michael's financial empire. This was fairly easy because everything was handled by email and fax. All documents were signed, as they always had been, by the computer. That was the easy part. The hardest part was figuring out what to do about the muscle lust. After studying the logs of her own transformation, Kasey hit upon a solution that seemed so simple that she was surprised that Michael had seen it. She decided to use the exact same process that had created her on another woman instead of trying to make it work for a man. And the woman she chose would have to be someone she knew and trusted, not just some random subject. Janelle was the perfect choice because of her background, her skills, and her tight little buns that she had always wanted to get hold of. The memory of the night when Kasey went out to see Janelle with her proposal brought on an even bigger smile as the muscular woman stared out the windows of the library at the beautiful spring day. She had sent a message for Janelle to meet her at one of her warehouses, knowing that Janelle was curious about what had happened to her friend and why she had disappeared so suddenly. As the automatic door closed behind Janelle's car, Kasey stepped out of the shadows dressed in a spandex and leather outfit that fit like a second skin and showed off every huge, bulging muscle on Kasey's body. She was wearing a long black wig that was attached to a mask that covered her eyes and nose. Janelle, surprised by the size of the woman in front of her, instinctively drew her handgun and rolled over the hood of her car, nervously pointing the gun at her. Kasey laughed as she removed the wig and assured her friend that it was really her. But Janelle refused to come out from behind the car. So Kasey grabbed the rear bumper of the car and began lifting. Her costume tried to keep up with Kasey's expanding muscles, but in the end the material could not contain her glorious size as it loudly ripped apart. Kasey ended up naked from the waist up holding Janelle's car over her head. Janelle couldn't move, transfixed by Kasey's beauty and power. After Kasey had put the car back down and explained everything to Janelle, she was fairly bouncing with excitement at the chance to be as strong as Kasey. She jumped up in Kasey's massive arms and kissed her on the lips. She confessed her own long-held desire to be with Kasey in a more intimate way, and her reticence to say anything before. The process had gone smoothly with Janelle, thanks to precise notes that Michael had left, accurate logs that the computer kept during Kasey's wild ride, and Kasey's quick mind. Janelle was now nearly the exact equal to Kasey, although Kasey was still a little stronger. The other difference was that while Kasey seemed to develop a knack at working with chemistry, Janelle had developed a passion for mechanics. When they decided to use their powers to fight crime in LA, Janelle created lots of 'toys' in the extensive workrooms at the house. Always impressed with a certain wall-crawling comic book hero, Janelle rigged up web shooters that she and Kasey could wear on their wrists. Kasey, on the other hand, worked on a liquid that would expand suddenly when exposed to air and that would stick to just about any surface. This allowed them to swing through the skyscrapers around LA or to repel off a tall building. The police were having a tough time though, trying to explain how they kept finding criminals wrapped up in some sort of gooey webbing and hanging outside the station. Kasey and Janelle had indeed used their powers for good, tracking down the most violent criminals and cleaning up filth that invaded their city. Janelle was constantly improving the Viper and had begun to work on a small STOL jet that could take them on longer missions (not to mention the twin motorcycles outfitted with a weapons array that would boggle a Green Beret). Kasey continued to upgrade the computer systems and laboratory, adding the latest equipment and gadgets to help them solve crimes. The only thing that they didn't do well was ... cook! The thought of food and smells coming down the hallway shook Kasey from her reverie. She walked down to the kitchen to see how breakfast was doing. When she saw Janelle dressed only in an apron, tied around her tiny waist with her big boobs sticking out on each side, she smiled... until she saw what she was serving. "Jan," Kasey said with a sigh, "we're going to starve to death if we don't start learning how to cook." "Yeah, the pizza delivery guys are getting suspicious of dropping off food for us in old abandoned warehouses. Pretty soon they'll think were ninja turtles or something. Hey," Janelle brightened as she forced some eggs down, "we could hire a butler, like Batguy or the Revengers!" "Janelle..." "Or maybe we could recruit another gal to be a super-woman and cook for our team!" "Jan!" "Or maybe we could call our moms and see what they're doing?" "Hand me the phone..."