Angel 4

Don just stared slack jawed. He whispered, “Unbelievable…”

“Oh, believe it, bitch,” Angel retorted with a maniacal smile. “You thought you were a muscle head, but I’ll show you who the real beefcake is! You thought I was freaky before, but let me show you just how mega-fucking freaky I can be, bitch!”

Angel grabbed a syringe from her bag and injected it into her hypertrophied thigh. Then she injected another, then another - a dose she would normally take over the course of a month. She could feel steroids entering her body, pushing her metabolism. Her muscles started to burn.  

Angel snarled, raised her arms, and flexed. Biceps bigger than footballs exploded from her arms, with thick blue veins snaking around them. The thick veins, throbbing to her quickening heart beat, expanded with each beat - bigger and bigger, until they were nearly the size of garden hoses. Then her arm slowly started to expand. Angel let out a long, soft moan as her biceps slowly expanded past football size, then larger, until they peaked at 28" of freakish mass, split with striations and sick vascularity. She released the flex, put her hands on her hips, and grunted softly as she flexed her pecs. 

Don just stared as the muscle fibers in Angels already freakish pecs bloated, split, and multiplied before his eyes. Etched notches in the groove between her pecs grew more pronounced as her pecs expanded.Her abs looked like a stack of eight baseballs with freaky veins running all over them, as they slowly expanded with growth. Her obliques squirmed and vibrated with growth. Then she released her flex, bent forward, and crunched her arms downward in a most-muscular pose. Her traps exploded up to her ears as a sickening grimace twisted her face. She grit her teeth as every muscle in her body vibrated with growth. Veins popped from her forehead and snaked down her cheeks as even her face exploded in disgusted vascularity.

"ughhh!" she grunted deep, squeezing every last bit of growth from her overdeveloped, chemically-fueled physique, and her entire body expanded another inch. She released her flex and chuckled. Don just stared in disbelief. In mere minutes, this crazy bitch just put on pounds and pounds of muscle. 

Staring straight at Don, Angel said, "I'm bigger. I'm stronger!" 

Suddenly, Angel lunged at Don, grasping his neck with one hand, and his thigh with the other.  She lifted Don up, and pressed his huge form directly overhead. Angel laughed as she powered Don up and down twice, then literally threw him out the door. Angel turned and saw Don’s oversized black humvee in the drive.  

"We're not done yet, bitch. I'm not just going to surpass you. I'm going to dominate you, destroy you, overwhelm you, completely and utterly. I'm going to be so much bigger and stronger and beefier than you, I'll be like a god compared to you!" Then she began injecting herself with even more juice, twice as much as before!

Angel doubled over in a wave of pain and ecstasy.  

“hugg!" she moaned as her muscled pulsed and expanded. "hunnngg!" Her muscles surged with growth as a sound like creaking leather filled the air - her skin being stretched over her burgeoning muscles. "HUNNGG!!!" she cried, face crunched, fists digging into her temples. Her hugely pumped physique expanded, as her heart pounded, pushing more and more blood into the multiplying muscle fibers.

"HUUUUNNNNNG!!" she cried out again. Then she straightened up suddenly. 

"RRRRAAAAHHHHHH!" she roared, streatching her arms out and upward, the peaks of her muscles soaring skyward, her head tilted back. She smiled, and looked down at Don. "Behold your new god, worm!" her voice was so loud it hurt Don’s ears.  

When Don looked up, he nearly pissed himself. Before him stood the most muscular thing he had ever seen, human or animal. Her calves were huge, demented, beef-filled footballs of muscle. Her thighs, my god, they hung over her knees by inches, and bloated out like watermelons straining her skin. Her abs looked like a stack of 8 oversized softballs packed under skin so tight it was nearly translucent. Her waist had to be 40" of solid muscle. Veins thicker then her fingers snaked around her legs and her torso. Her pecs were just enourmous, thicker than toasters, covered in veins and immensely shredded. Her lats were so thick, so large that they held her arms out at 45 degrees. And her arms - her biceps were bigger than basketballs. Her head was swallowed by the most gigantic traps imaginable - she had no neck at all, just solid, shredded beef from the top of her head down to her toes.  

Angel turned and swaggered to the humvee, her thick muscles bunching and rolling like a wall of living striations. She bent down, grabbed the axle, and lifted the humvee up with seemingly little strain. She dropped one arm, and reached under the heavy vehicle. She bent her knees, her super-massive thighs exploding in striations, and hefted the entire vehicle into the air above her head. 

"LOOK AT ME, DON!” she roared, holding the humvee aloft. “I’m the biggest muscle head in the world! I’m A ROIDED, MUTANT, MUSCLE GOD!”

Then she bent her knees, grunted, and heaved the vehicle into the air, which sent it flying 10 feet onto its side. It crashed and rolled onto its roof.  

Angel walked over to where Don was lying. Don just stared up at her huge, hulking form, mouth hanging open in utter amazement. Angel put her hands on her hips, and smiled dominantly. 

"I own you now, bitch!"  

Angel did a most muscular pose, her huge form creaking with expansion. Don passed out.