Big Lotta 3: Lotta Versus the Unbearable Bulk
By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Her boyfriend knew that Lotta was strong, but he really had no idea.


This is my third story featuring Big Lotta. It might be my last. Even though I
have more Lotta stories to tell, I have no idea if anyone wants me to. The
only way for me to know if people are enjoying these stories is if readers
email their comments to me. So far with my first two Big Lotta stories, I've
received a total of one comment. So maybe no one (other than that one reader
who already commented) likes reading these stories as much as I enjoyed
writing them.

If you would like to comment, email me at sonofjackwell@gmail.com

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"Come to bed, honey, and climb the mountains."

This astonishing invitation was coming from my sweetheart, Big Lotta. She's
the most beautiful woman and the most amazing person I've ever met. The
"mountains" she was referring to were her massive breasts - each breast was
firm yet soft and more than twice as big as my head.

Or maybe the "mountains" she was referring to were her even more massive
biceps - each bicep was substantially larger than one of her breasts. Her
entire 7'4" body was packed with huge, bulging muscles. She looked powerful
and strong, and she was.

And as strong as she looked, you have to believe me when I say that she was
much, much stronger still. Her strength was immense and profound. And her
power? It was more than just her superhuman strength. It was also her generous
heart, her sweet, easygoing nature and her effortless, uber-sexuality.

I loved her big, powerfully built and sexy body of course. Besides her
gigantic breasts, she also had ripped abs, a big, round, pert ass, long,
muscular legs and luminous skin. Her cute-pretty circular, freckled face had
an adorable, slightly upturned, kissable nose, big blue eyes and an easy smile
that would light up the darkest day. Her gorgeous, yellow hair was cut into a
simple pixie cut that perfectly suited her playful personality.

She knew that she was sexy. She knew that she was the hottest woman alive and
yet she STILL had no idea how incredibly alluring and beguiling she was. Her
self-confidence was off the charts because, let's face it, she has a great
deal to be confident about. Yet she was also affable and approachable and
humble.

Even though she was superior to nearly everyone in almost every conceivable
way, she sincerely believed that she wasn't any better than anyone else. She
inspired in me volcanic lust and feelings as tender as the pedals of a rose in
equal parts. I was intoxicated. I was enthralled. I was addicted.

I began to walk towards her sexy, naked form as seductively as I could when
she held up her right index finger. "Not so fast," she said, "You're not
getting into this bed with me until you get naked." I was more than happy to
comply; I began to quickly undress.

"Slower, please." She requested. And it WAS a request! It could have been a
command. With her vastly superior strength and her immense, raw animal
sensuality she could have easily twisted me to her will, but she didn't. I
mean, she did, but she didn't do it intentionally. Or did she?

I started to unbutton my shirt. I could hear Lotta's heavy breathing over the
music that was coming from a radio playing at a low volume in the background

As I continued to undress, I pondered how I could have been so lucky as to
find a woman such as this. As so it was pure irony when she said, "How did I
get so lucky?" in appreciation of my naked upper body. "I just love your big
muscles!"

It would be easy to suspect that Lotta was being sarcastic or condescending
when she talked with appreciation about my muscles since her muscles were
SOOOO much bigger than mine. But sarcasm was not part of her DNA. Also, her
only former boyfriend - her long time childhood sweetheart - was a short,
wimpy guy with noodle arms, receding hair and thick glasses. She was evidently
devoted to him. It's lucky for me that he left her when he finally admitted he
was gay.

And to be fair, by normal, non superhuman standards, I am a muscular, 6'4",
brown-eyed handsome man. It's true that Lotta was waaay out of my league, but
she was waaay out of any man's league. When I was completely naked, I resumed
my saunter towards Lotta's custom-made, oversized bed.

The music on the radio was suddenly interrupted. "This just in! He's angry,
he's cerulean and he brings chaos wherever he goes!" Lotta's attention was now
focused on the radio instead of me. She had that "duty calls" look on her
face.

The radio announcer continued, "The Unbearable Bulk has been spotted at the
10th Street Farmer's Market eating produce and terrorizing the local patrons.
Police have the area cordoned off. So far the blue giant has not become
violent. We will keep you posted if events change."

As I'm sure everyone knows, the Unbearable Bulk is the famous blue skinned
man-monster who often goes on violent rampages destroying lots of property.

Lotta jumped out of bed and began to dress. "Duty calls," she proclaimed.

I should explain. Lotta and I met when we were both enrolled in the police
academy. After we graduated, I had a meteoric rise and within a year became
the youngest plain clothes detective in the history of the force. As usual,
Lotta completely surpassed me. When her remarkable qualities became apparent,
she was quickly given special agent status.

Basically, she's a freelance, duly deputized super-officer. As such, she's "on
call" twenty-four/seven.

She dressed quickly. I also began to dress. "Where are you going?" she asked.

Stunned, I replied, "With you." How could she possibly not know that?

"Please, baby, no," she said, "You stay here and keep the bed warm. I'll be
back before you know it."

"No way!" There was no way I was going to let her face the Bulk by herself. He
was more than eight feet tall, and his muscles were even bigger than hers. He
weighed more than half a ton. He tossed cars and tanks around like they were
beach balls and toppled buildings. Bombshells exploded harmlessly across his
massive chest, and he took on entire superhero teams by himself. My baby was
super strong, but even she could not take on the Bulk all alone. Or so I
thought.

"Please, honey, I don't have time to argue. You know I can take care of
myself. Please, stay here." She kissed me. "I'll be back before you know it,"
she repeated.

As she was heading out the door, I shouted, "Baby, wait! At least let me drive
you."

"No time," she replied, "I'll get there faster if I run."

I finished dressing and ran outside. I jumped on my motorcycle in case I had
to do some off-road driving to get to the farmer's market which was across
town. By the time I got there, Lotta was standing and talking to the Bulk who
was looming over her. I flashed my badge in order to get through the police
barricade. I got close enough to listen to what she was saying.

"Those apples you were eating were very good, huh?" she asked the blue
behemoth. "There's a lot of good and healthy food to eat at the farmer's
market. I'm personally a big fan."

Bulk looked puzzled. He wasn't used to anyone talking to him in such a calm
and soothing manner. He also looked hostile - as if he wasn't completely
buying it. That concerned me.

"Bulk has a mighty hunger," he said.

"I understand how hungry big, strong people like you get," she added, "I'm
pretty strong myself so I know." It's true; my baby has a mighty appetite as
well. I've seen her polish off eight pizzas with everything followed by five
banana splits for desert while washing it all down with three gallons of diet
root beer.

Her reference to her own might seemed to rile the not so jolly blue giant.
"Bulk is the strongest one there is!" he shouted.

"Perhaps we can discuss it," Lotta suggested, "Maybe over a nice meal?"

"Talk, talk, talk!" the Bulk shouted, "Bulk doesn't like to talk. Bulk would
rather smash!" He raised both of his fists over his head as if he intended to
demonstrate his love of smashing on my beloved girlfriend's head.

"NOOOOOO!" I hollered as I ran forward, pulled my service revolver and emptied
it into the Bulk's chest. I'm not sure what I hoped to accomplish. My bullets
bounced harmlessly off his chest. All I did accomplish was to royally piss him
off.

The Bulk jumped over to where I was standing and swatted be away with the back
of his hand like I was an annoying bug. I flew back ten feet. How I managed to
remain conscious I'll never know. I think that it must have been my concern
for Lotta that gave me the will to remain awake.

I've never seen my baby lose her temper before. It was both terrifying and yet
strangely beautiful. The sheer power, the terrible majesty of it all! It was
the kind of site that must have motivated storm chasers to follow tornados
around.

She ran over to the Unbearable Bulk and shouted, "That's my boyfriend, you
big, blue jerk!" She hit him with an uppercut that sent him flying thirty feet
into the air! When he fell back down to within her reach, she hit him again in
midair and sent him flying into an abandoned building that was across the
street. (It's amazing how convenient that was, huh?) The entire five story
building collapsed and fell on top of the Unbearable Bulk.

The crowd was stunned into silence. I, on the other hand, was so aroused that
I could feel my dick starting to stiffen despite my insecure grip on
consciousness. It was so quiet that I could hear my baby whisper, "What have I
done?" as she raised her hand as slapped it against her forehead.

The fear that ran through the crowd was palpable when the rubble of the
building that had fallen on the Bulk began to stir. Slowly, the blue, eight
foot figure began to rise. He shook off the rubble and began to look around.
His eyes were red with rage. When he spotted my sweetheart, he began to slowly
walk towards her. His steps were plodding and deliberate. His gravelly voice
emitted a low growl.

I wanted to get up. I started to, but Lotta, as usual, was one step ahead of
me. She looked over to where I was lying and said, "Honey, stay down."

"But - "

"I SAID 'STAY DOWN'." This was NOT a request. This was an order, and I
absolutely understood that I'd better obey it if I knew what was good for me.

She turned her attention back to the Bulk. "I'm sorry I lost my temper, Mr.
Bulk," she said. She didn't seem at all scared; she seemed truly sorry for
beating up the Bulk! The Bulk didn't seem interested in her apology.

Instead, he walked over to her and shouted, "Bulk smash!", and he began to
pummel her with his giant, blue fists. Each fist was as big as Lotta's head,
and it was obvious that he was putting everything he had into each hammering
blow.

Lotta remained calm and apparently unharmed. "Please, Mr. Bulk, this is
getting us nowhere. Do you like Chinese food?" This only seemed to enrage the
man-monster.

"The madder the bulk gets, the stronger the Bulk gets!" he shouted. This
seemed to be true because even though his blows had no effect on Lotta, they
became so powerful that just the shockwaves that resulted were knocking over
bystanders and shaking the surrounding parked cars. The lighter vehicles were
starting to slowly be pushed away from the epicenter.

When Lotta noticed this she warned the Bulk, "Mr. Bulk, you need to calm down
now. You're starting to endanger others with your anger issues, and I cannot
allow that. If you don't cease and desist, I'm afraid I'll have to stop you."

"THE BULK IS THE STRONGEST ONE THERE IS!" the Bulk shouted. Lotta reached up
and grabbed the Bulk's thick, knotted wrists in her hands. He tried to pull
away, but couldn't. With a twist of her wrists, my sweetie pulled the Bulk off
his feet and pinned him to the ground.

"Will you please stop now?" she asked. In reply, the enraged Bulk roared with
fury. He was trying to get up, but he was clearly overpowered by my beautiful,
sexy, super-powerful girlfriend. When Lotta applied more pressure to the
Bulk's wrists, his furious roars became howls of pain.

Lotta relieved the pressure. "Will you please calm down now?" The Bulk pulled
his right arm loose and punched my sweetheart in the face with his massive
fist. Lotta struggled to maintain her composure. His punch didn't hurt her,
but she was clearly annoyed by it.

She squeezed the Bulk's left arm which she still had in her grip and caused
him to once again howl in pain. "Will you please calm down now?" she repeated
in a calm, steady voice.

"Yes!" the Bulk cried. "Yes! Please, make the pain stop!" he cried.

"I'll let go of your wrist if you promise to calm down," Lotta said.

"Yes, yes, please; the Bulk has never felt such pain," he cried.

True to her word, Lotta released her hold on the monster's wrist. The Bulk sat
up and put his face in his massive hands and began to cry like an injured
child. Lotta put her arms around the mammoth blue monstrosity's head and
pulled it into her bosom. (Is it petty of me that I didn't like seeing the
Bulk's head buried in my baby's massive breasts?)

"There, there, Mr. Bulk, it'll be okay," she soothed the savage beast, but he
seemed inconsolable. "I won't hurt you anymore," she assured him.

"Is not that," the bulk said.

"What then?" Lotta asked.

"The Bulk is forced to admit that he is NOT the strongest one there is," he
replied.

"Is that so important?" Lotta asked.

"It was a big part of the Bulk's self concept," the Bulk replied. Then he
pulled his head out of the middle of Lotta's breasts. (This is not an easy
thing to do. Once your head gets in there, trust me, it doesn't want to come
out!) He continued, "But if someone has to be stronger than the Bulk, Bulk is
glad that it's pretty muscle girl. Pretty muscle girl is nice."

"Thank you, Bulk," Lotta said. By this time I managed to get back on my feet.
I walked up beside Lotta and cleared my throat loudly.

"Oh! Bulk, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend." The Bulk stuck out his massive
blue hand. If someone had told me yesterday that today I'd be shaking hands
with the Unbearable Bulk I'd have laughed. Yet, here I was.

After making sure that everyone around was okay and making sure that the area
around the building that had been knocked down had been secured, Lotta, the
Bulk and I went to a nearby Chinese buffet. It took the entire restaurant
staff working at full capacity to feed both Lotta and the Bulk. They ate until
the restaurant ran out of food.

"The Bulk likes dumplings," he said.

Lotta made sure that the Bulk had a place to spend the night and promised to
help him find a permanent place to stay. Then we went back to our place.

Once we were behind closed doors I walked over to Big Lotta and buried my face
between her breasts. "Where were we before all this began?" I asked.

To my surprise, she pushed me away. "We have to talk," she said.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"Honey, it was sweet of you to try to help me when you thought I was in
danger, but WHAT THE EFF WERE YOU THINKIG? YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!"

"I'm sorry, baby," I said lamely.

In a measured, stern voice she said, "The next time I tell you to wait here,
you wait here. Is. That. Understood?"

"Y-Y-Yes, baby," I replied.

"Good! Because if anything like that ever happens again, I'm going to put you
over my knee and spank the living daylights out of you," she said.

"O... Okay, baby."

She walked over to me and re-buried my face in her breasts and said, "Good,
baby. I love you very much, and I don't like having to scold you. But I can't
permit you to put your life at risk like that."

"I love you too, baby, and... I was just so worried about you, sweetie. I knew
you were strong, but I wasn't sure that even you could take on the Bulk by
yourself."

Lotta giggled. "Really? As you now know, the Unbearable Bulk wasn't even a
challenge for my awesome might. I beat him like he was a child and made him
cry."

I smiled. "Yes, you were absolutely amazing," I agreed. As I thought about how
strong and how incredible my sexy girlfriend was, my dick began to get rock
hard. Not to brag, but my dick is impressively large so I'm sure Lotta could
feel its hardness pressed against her. I'm equally sure that she knew that it
was thinking about how she crushed "the strongest one there is" that was
getting me so aroused.

"Does it turn you on knowing that your sexy girlfriend can easily defeat a
man-monster that makes male superheroes cringe in fear?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Because his most powerful blows were like nothing to me. The punches that he
rained down on me were no more harmful than actual raindrops. Does that make
your dick hard?"

"Yes."

"Good. I like knowing that I make your dick hard." She continued, "If I wanted
to I could have made him grovel at my feet and beg me to stop hurting him. I'm
that strong. And yet when you and I are naked together in bed, when we're
fucking, when I'm caressing your rock hard dick, my touch is gentle and loving
and tender. The only thing more pleasing than my soft hands on your cock is my
even softer lips. Isn't that amazing, and sweet and incredibly hot?"

"YES!"

"The Bulk can lift mountains, and yet if I wanted to, I could turn him into a
sniveling, sobbing coward. I could make him my bitch if I wanted to. I could
make any man - including you - my bitch! But I'd rather make YOU my
sweetheart," she said matter-of-factly.

"Is...Is there anyone you can't d-d-defeat?"

"No," she replied. "I'm stronger than anyone. Just so you know, baby, I can
defeat whole armies if it comes to that." She was serious, and I knew it was
true. Lotta never lied, and she never bragged. I'm not sure how she knew it
was true, but I had no doubt that if she said it, it was so.

"Good to know," I said.

And then Lotta's phone rang. She looked at it and said, "It's Dee; I better
take it."

Dee was one of Lotta's two best friends. She was about 5'7", with black hair
and dark eyes, a very pretty face and a fit, killer body. She had firm G-cup
breasts, a flat, tummy, a fine round ass and long, shapely legs.

It seems that Dee had seen a news report about Lotta's encounter with the
Unbearable Bulk. She was calling to make sure her friend was okay. After
assuring Dee that she was fine, Lotta said to her, "Sure, come on over."

When she hung up I asked Lotta, "Did I hear you right? Did you just invite Dee
over?"

"Sure," she replied.

"But I thought you and I were going to... you know."

"We are," she said, "But I thought Dee could join us." This was not
unprecedented. Dee had joined us in bed before, and to tell the truth, it was
awesome. What man wouldn't want to have a threesome with his gorgeous,
uber-muscular, super-strong girlfriend and her also-gorgeous-in-her-own-way
girlfriend?

Normally I was fine with Dee joining in, but not tonight. "But, baby, I was
hoping for some alone time with you."

"I know, honey, but you know how lonely Dee gets." Dee had been lonely ever
since her childhood boyfriend decided he was also gay and ran off with Lotta's
childhood boyfriend. I have to say, though, that it was a little puzzling to
me how anyone as gorgeous as Dee could be lonely for long.

I took Lotta in my arms and buried my head into her massive breasts once
again. (Seriously, this NEVER gets old.) "I know she's your friend, sweetie,
but after what happened today, baby really needs to be alone with mommy
tonight."

Without hesitation, Lotta pushed redial on her phone and told her friend,
"Dee, my man said he wants me to himself tonight.... Maybe you can join us
tomorrow night - if my man says it's okay.... I'm sorry, Dee, but you know
that when it comes to pleasing my man I do as I'm told.... I'm sorry, but
that's final!"

Then my super-powerful girlfriend lifted me up in her strong arms and said,
"You love your sexy, strong girlfriend with her massive muscles and her
titanic tits, don't you baby?"

"Yes, mommy," I replied.

"Good, because mommy loves her baby very much, and tonight, she's going to
give baby anything he wants."

"Anything?" I asked.

"Anything," she replied as she tossed me into her oversized bed and slowly
began to undress in front of me. "Tonight is all about my brave, protective
and handsome boyfriend," she said.

I had the most amazing, spectacular and splendiferous girlfriend in the entire
world... AND SHE WAS ALL MINE!

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So there it is. If anyone would like to read more Big Lotta stories, let me
know! Send your comments to sonofjackwell@gmail.com

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