Caryn 2

Caryn doubled her daily steroid and GH intake to an amount monstrous even for the freakiest of bodybuilders. As for the food, she basically did nothing else but eat and train now. She stopped drinking water. Whenever she needed something, anything to drink, she would down a huge protein shake. She would consume anything that could help her grow to monstrous proportions.

And monstrous she was. She looked at herself in the mirror, standing naked in her room. The drugs and the intense workout had pushed the limits of what she thought possible. She now weighed 265 pounds of muscle and sexy fat. She flexed, letting loose a groaning moan that almost sounded like a growl.

“Fucking huge…” she growled in her now deep, baritone voice. Normally she would freak out but…she liked this side effect of her drug use. Her voice exerted power by itself. As did every other part of her body. 

“More…” was all she said, willing herself to become even larger.

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After doubling her drug intake yet again, Caryn had grown to be a monster out of any imagination. She had grown from head to toe. Her head was completely bald, shaven, but her chest and legs had a light fur all over them. She now tipped the scales at over 300 lbs.

Her face had changed. It’s not exactly young or kind anymore. It’s twisted with a constantly brewing muscle lust and rage. But it’s more than this. Her forehead is different. It’s more pronounced. Due to the GH, her bones had thickened , her jaw was bigger, seemingly ready to devour anything in order to feed the divine muscle of hers. It looks square. Man like. She likes it. As well as her new, not so girlish forehead. They give off power. Her joints seem bigger, thicker. The same goes for her fingers and toes. Even her feet are wider. It seems like her whole skeleton had grown thicker along with the rest of her, just to accommodate her muscle.

Her neck is thick with muscle, like she has no neck. Her traps are so thick they seem to encase her head, setting it firmly on her impossible wide shoulders. Her deltoids are bigger than cannonballs now. 

Her arms rest on her incredibly huge lats. She can’t even bring them close enough to hit a most muscular pose anymore. But if that’s not proof that she’s the most muscular, she can’t tell what is. She tries to flex her biceps. She can’t flex completely anymore. Not without her football sized lumps of muscle colliding with her thicker than life forearms. Anyone will say that 20” forearms are unreal. But then, what about Caryn’s 40” biceps. It’s amazing having all this muscle. All this power. It’s like her biceps is an animal on its own. If she could reach it with her other hand without stopping over her huge shelf of pecs, she would like to touch them, squeeze them, kiss them. 

Her pecs are so large now, she likes to make them bounce just to feel her nipples getting smashed under their weight and on her gargantuan muscle gut. All the GH had made her muscular gut to fill out to every possible direction. It extended beyond the reach of her pecs, filling out her sides creating impressive muscle handles. She liked it. It made her feel even more powerful. 

“Fucking look at me now, you little shit,” she cried. Her voice has become so thick and thunderous, I felt like she was yelling at me every time she spoke.

“Look at what your goddess has become,” she cried. 

I stared open-mouthed at her massive musculature. My cock was so hard I thought it was burst. 

“But it’s still not enough,” she said, alternately flexing her pecs and arms. “I want more!”

“But…more?”

“Yes! More!” she cried.

And with that she tenses all she can, growling from deep inside like the hulking goddess that she is, willing herself to get even bigger.

“Get over here, worm. Suck my 4” clit, and you better suck hard!” she commanded.

I did as she asked and sucked with all my might. She growled with pleasure.

She grabbed my head and shoved her clit deeper in my mouth. She loves having a huge clit, bearing it proudly, using it like a weapon. It’s so intense she almost can’t handle it. 

She looks at her own reflection the mirror. A muscle beast raising its hands and flexing with all her might. She looks at her incredible biceps, fighting for space that isn’t there. Masses of muscle rubbing, pushing like tectonic plates ready to shake the whole world. She lets her arms down, setting them on her huge, thick lats. She draws a big breath, shivering from the sensations radiating from her enormous, majestic muscle clit. And BAM! She flexes her pecs with all her might, just below the breaking point, just before they flex so much they detach themselves, going after their own lives. Her pecs get so pumped she can touch them with her chin, without even trying.

At this point her orgasmic vibrations get stronger and stronger and she loses it. She rubs her roid gut, reveling at the thickness of her own skin. She pushes mmy head further down her clit, feeling my mouth around it, ready to explode. She reaches for her nipples, pulling them and twisting them furiously with lust for more. She breathes. She breathes again. Again. Again. More than she cares to realize. Tension builds up. Tension beyond her control. Tension that’s about to make her body explode with pleasure and make her muscle cum to life. And, after a moment of silence, it happens.

Like a muscle version of the big bang, she growls and bellows, feeling everything building up inside her. She lowers a back as much as her huge hard gut allows her to do, bucks back, arching her back and then explodes with muscle. She clenches her teeth, saliva escaping her mouth as cum from her pussy blasts me in the face. 

Once more she lowers her back trying to morph to the most magnificent ball of muscle mass ever known to man or animal and flexes everything she has, as hard as she can letting out a ferocious animalistic scream that makes everything around her tremble. She keeps screaming for half a minute, as her muscles try to flex more and more, with sweat running all over her monstrous body, giving off the brute smell of her sex and muscle.

She collapses on the floor, her muscles twitching from the flexing force that was exerted on them, her body heaving as lungs fill with impossible amounts of hair while she catches her breath and moans.

“Bigger…” was all that she said.