Angel 3

Don came home to find his door unlocked. He shrugged, thinking he must have forgotten to lock it, and anyway he was so hungry from his last workout that he didn’t care. But when he entered the apartment, he saw a thick dude in a tight tank top and even tighter shorts.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing in my house?” Don roared, his roid-rage beginning to rise.

He heard a low chuckle. “Dude? I can see why you’d think so.”

Then she turned. Don gasped. “Angel…?”

There she stood, hands on her hips, yet her frame was packed with the thickest muscles that Don could imagine. It didn’t even look real. Her surging pecs nearly tore the tank top off her as she breathed. They had to be at least six inches thick, with no discernable breast tissue. She looked like she had no neck because of the huge traps that crested above her shoulders and reached nearly to her ears. Her arms looked so thick that she couldn’t bend them more than 45 degrees, and they rested on lats that looked like bloated meat wings. Even her waist was thick and rippling with huge blocks of muscle. Her obliques were so big they made her looks square. And her thighs, holy shit they were thicker than her waist used to be. Maybe thicker than his waist.

Don just stood, slack jawed, as Angel said, “I’ve been working out.” Her voice was an octave lower than he remembered, and had a hard quality of gravel to it.

“Working out? Fuck, Angel, you look like you ate the hulk!”

Angel chuckled. “I might as well have. I’ve been inhaling enough meat these days to outmass a bull!”

Don’s eyes boggled.

Angel flexed her pecs. They rumbled and bulged like mutant heads, tearing through the tank top, sending it fluttering to the ground. “Check it out, Don. I’m fucking JACKED!”

Don looked down at his own pecs, slack jawed. They were big. Muscular. Defined. But Angel’s pecs were absolutely freaky!

Angel flashed a feral grin. “Take off your clothes, Don. Let’s compare.”

Don shook his head. But quicker than he imagined possible, Angel lunged at him, teeth grit, and ripped his shirt off him. She unceremoniously gripped his shorts and ripped them apart, underwear and all.

“There you go,” Angel said with a grin. Then she stepped back. “Now me.”

She rolled her thick hips and Don marveled at the expanding blocks on her mid-section as they bulged down her torso and under her shorts. He heard a ripping sound. Angel’s thighs bloated, and tears started to form. She flexed her muscular ass and it bulged. Slowly, her muscular ass, thighs, and abs tore through her lycra shorts.

Angel laughed out loud as Don gasped.

“See something you like?” Angel said with a wink as she viciously flexed her mid section. A stack of baseball-sized bulges bloated from her abdominal wall, but what bulged from her crotch was even freakier. Her crotch was encrusted with fist-sized bulges. Her pussy lips, incredibly, had swollen with knots of hypertrophied muscle.

Angel laughed out loud again as Don looked down at his flaccid cock. “What’s wrong, Don, feeling outgunned?” she cried as she flexed her arms into a double-bicep pose. Her massive biceps stacked higher, bigger than footballs, and an extra baseball-sized bulge rose out of each one to the height of her head. Gnarled muscle bulges protruded downward to form the freakiest horseshoe triceps Don had ever seen.

Don blinked as his attention was drawn downward again to movement at her crotch. It looked like… her freakishly muscular pussy lips, they were pulsing. 

“I’ve moved way beyond kegals, Don!” Angel said with a huge shit-eating grin. Her thick pussy lips seemed to bulge and open slightly, then slam shut again. Then they opened wider, and shut tightly again. Veins the size of pencils flared across her abdomen and thighs as her pussy lips pulsed again and again, opening wider before squeezing shut. Then Don noticed it- there was something in there, working its way out.

One more squeeze, then her bloated pussy lips separated wide, and a blue plastic wrist trainer squeezed out slowly and popped onto the floor. 

Don’s jaw dropped. Angel smiled a feral grin. “You think you’ve got a strong cock? My cunt is so strong it could rip your cock right off!” 

“Want to try me?!” Angel cried maniacally. Then she flexed her mighty pussy open. It widened to the size of a fist before she slammed it shut with a slap. She flexed it open and shut again, and again, making loud clapping sounds with the power of her muscle-packed pussy.

Don felt nauseated. Then he puked.

Angel smiled madly. “Who’s the muscle head now, bitch?” she cried as she flexed into a massive crab flex. Her traps pressed against her ears and her pecs stacked up to her chin. She stared at herself in the mirror, willing her muscles bigger. She felt her pecs bulge further, and her traps climb higher. Her biceps dug harder into the sides of her freakish pecs.

“”Oh yeah!” she cried through grit teeth, “I’m getting bigger by the minute!” as her entire upper body vibrated with energy and growth. “I’m a MUSCLE HEADED BEEF CAKE!”

She released the flex and panted. “Fuck, I’m so horny now!” Then she flexed open her muscled cunt and shoved her whole fist in. Don stared slack jawed as she fisted her self, muscular bulges bouncing and rolling across her body, making her look like a sick stack of rolling, bubbling meat. Her face reddened and became lined with striations and veins as she pounded herself with one hand and felt herself up with the other. Minutes went by as she grunted and huffed, pounding herself harder and harder, watching her increasingly freaky and sickening reflection in the mirror, which only fueled her libido further.

After fifteen minutes of her sickening, jacked-up masturbation exhibition, she put her hands on her hips, flexed every muscle in her body, and cried, “Oh yeah, BITCH! I’M SO MUCH HUGER THAN YOU! I’M A MEGA FUCKING FREAK!” Then she roared as her muscled cunt erupted. It spewed a gallon of juices, shooting them across the room and onto Don’s shocked and emasculated form.

Angel breathed heavily, coming down from her freaky orgasm. “And I’m just getting started,” she grinned.