Kallen's Frustrations

Kallen posed in front of the mirror, rotating and admiring her fit, toned form.  She looked like a model and, frankly, she both loved and hated it. The form fitting jumpsuit accented her clean lines well, but her full breasts weren't quite as on display as they would be in some of her more risque outfits.  Her eyes narrowed.  She was curvier than most girls by a longshot, her lean body cut and loaded with pure muscle, but because she was long limbed and thin boned it was only obvious in something that was meant to show it off.  Sure, that quirk came in handy sometimes - all she had to do was wear dumpy clothes and avert people's eyes and she looked like a mousey willow even though she could kick any woman and most men into the ground without breaking a sweat - but it annoyed her.  She could look so hot a man couldn't look her in the eyes for more than a few seconds without NEEDING to roam his eyes along her body... IF she was showing off.  Fucking D cup breasts that overflow in a maids costume barely pop against her narrow ribcage, in anything that doesn't show cleavage she looked.... average.  And that's  just the start of the annoyance. She could haul heavy items, punch a fist through thick wood, shatter bone and bend warped metal when working on her Nightmare, and it always shocked people, until they saw her in a tank top - saw that thick vein along her lean arm pop as she lifted, the rigid cuts curling into a peak that looked huge against her toothpick arm bones.  She was sick of it: she wanted to be so much nothing could cover it, nothing could hide it. A moment of frustrated fury overtook her, and she bent over in front of the mirror in a most muscular pose squeezing every tight striation of her body as hard as she could, eyes blazing.

"Get bigger fuckers"!

And strangely....her body responded.  It felt like as she flexed little capsules burst into the core of each of them and thick meat started filling them: her sleeves thickened, and her chest swelled and strained.  Those arm veins were creasing her leather flight suit, breasts straining her top as her nipples got soooo hard.  Shocked and excited she stretched her entire body and felt these blissful pops spreading through her entire body and the leather groaned. She didn’t know what was going on - she really couldn’t care either.  Her entire body was overtaken by…. Something.  Pain, pleasure… both?  Excess, just too much.  Too much.....

NOT FUCKING ENOUGH!!

Kallen staggered, her flight suit stretching with a deeper leathery groan coming deep from under her skin.  Suddenly burning up, she pulled off her jacket, struggling and fumbling with the sleeves- her OWN shoulders were now wider and thicker than the plated shoulders of the burgundy leather...  

 She stretched her legs - flexing them wide eyed as thick cords strained angrily against her leggings.  Large calves pressed against the metal plates.  Her lips curled

"Bigger!"

The metal whined and bent.

"God yes!"  She growled and flexed her chest and something exploded.

With a gasp, she threw her chest back as pulsating pectoral muscles crunched like two monstrous fists. She always had surprisingly full breasts for her lanky physique, but they swelled till the skin was tight and punched outward with enough force to knock the wind out of her. Her rippling chest looked like the incredible hulk was slamming his massive fists from inside her shirt, thick cords softening as they suddenly doubled in mass, her clothing stretching and groaning helplessly. Gasping, taking deep ragged breaths she could hear an animal whine building in her throat. Her nipples hardened, thick as softballs against her clothing, the rough surface rubbing them just hard enough to send bolts of pleasure crashing into her already gasping lungs.

"So fucking huge!"

She wanted to clutch those nipples, to flex those pecs so hard the leather fucking vaporized against her throbbing nips, but the sheer lust sent sparks coursing through her arms, as they swelled.

"Mmmmm - muscles everywhere, so much....."  As she stood on her tiptoes, her glutes clenched, jumping bigger and bigger with each squeeze, the shock of each flex vibrating through her hips.  From her hips to “there”.

One delicate hand drifted languidly along her femininity, her hungry lips having clutched the seam; salty, humid, tight.  She just had to, had to...she shuddered, tightened her other hand into a fist, feeling her forearm flare like a meaty cobra as that bicep.... She staggered, lightheaded as the blood pulsed into her arm. God she always loved her arms, but no one could deny these, these hot, swollen, freakishly huge biceps....

A slight bend of her arm caused the seams on her sleeve to split with a leathery "Shripp", the fleshy hole getting wider and wider with each pump of her arm. It was already monstrous, bigger than any she had ever seen on any man or woman, thick striations splitting and multiplying under her skin, as big as her head.  

"Bigger! Much bigger! Oh, fuck, that feels sooo good, I need.  MMMM.  I need...."

Her tender pink lips curled animalistically, eyes rolling back as she squeezed her fist, knuckles whitening as she moaned.  It was like her bicep was pushed aside by a bigger bicep growing out of the middle of it, the tear forcing the shredded beef to swell and throb, lust engorged masses that ripped her sleeve off at the shoulders and wrist.  Her bicep was now the size of a concrete block rising over her fist with deep cuts like some craggy desert mesa.

"MMMORE!!!"

With a growl, she squeezed the muscle harder, the volcanic peak erupting another peak, her creamy soft skin straining against the groaning mass as it rose higher, peaking almost a foot over her head as her toes curled and every muscle in her body clenched with pleasure. Sweat poured from her body as she shuddered, her face clenched in what looked like transcendent agony as the word “Yesssss” hissed from her lips. The pleasure seemed to pour through her for hours, quaking from her toes to the crest of her skull in bright flashes of pure sex. Slowly the intensity subsided and she was left gasping, trembling.  

“My god, I’ve never felt anything like that - how? Why”?  She started to list options in her head, but again, deep down - she didn’t care.  Not enough.  She was huge, she was hot - she could fucking flex and get even BIGGER!  Who cared how? Not when she could feel her heart pounding like a piston engine, the blood filling her freakishly obscene curves. She lifted her entire body up on a single toe, and performed a pirouette by simply shifting her weight, then pushed with her toe.  She hit the ceiling with more force than she intended, crunching a hole before landing with a thud on the same toe, which she had unintentionally driven into the concrete floor. Laughter burst from her chest.  It was so easy.  Her nipples hardened again, the ice wash of pleasure silverfishing it’s way through the veins in her pectorals. She lifted her arms just to look at how fucking huge they were - they were literal abominations of muscle, freakishly engorged masses that pulsed bigger with each flex.  Just looking at her biceps made her pussy squelch and ooze with juice.

"Bigger, and stronger with each.......fffffflex!"

She shuddered with pleasure, nipples aching and throbbing as the sheer thought of her own burgeoning mass made her sopping pussy clench so hard it ripped a hole in her pants. She could care less.  She nuzzled that enormous bicep, and licked a vein thicker than a man's member.

“Oh, I gotta flex…. Gotta flex harder”.

With an erotic moan she tightened her fist, the cords standing out on her hand and forearm as her already freakishly immense bicep added another foot with a leathery squeal. The sheer sight of that immensity becoming even more immense, more freakish made her eyes glaze with lust.  She was close to the ceiling, and she could get bigger.  Harder.  

Fucking hotter, sexier.

She could smell the musk of her own wetness, her legs slithering and grinding with desire as her monstrous nipples started to stretch the leather so much that rips and tears formed around them, pushing like steel girders pounding and pulsing with blood and hormones.  She flexed her biceps harder this time, and they thumped against the ceiling, cracks ringing the impact point, the shredded peaks towering almost four feet over her head.  With another flex, she felt it push into the floor and up, powder running down her arm as it bulged, the hole getting wider as the ceiling crumbled against her muscular mass.  She growled and purred animalistically - this was so hot.

Then it occured to her: that fucking bicep was taller than she was.

The orgasm felt like she had been flattened into a sheet of paper, and it tore her cleanly in half from skull to tailbone.  The air blasted out of her chest as her pussy sputtered and clenched so hard she could swear she could make diamonds.  She tossed her hair around, gasping wildly as it was mounting: the mounds of meaty muscle - the orgasm.

Her entire body rumbled and quaked as leather stretched and steel distorted, muscles bulging and quivering as hulking slabs of iron hard meat burst free from the bindings of her flight suit like canned biscuits.  Her curling toes dug INTO the floor.  Her breasts erupted free, slamming into the opposite wall with a spider web of cracks and a crunching of cross beams and plaster, her raging nipples grinding into steel and concrete as muscle rippled through her chest as she continued sputtering and tears started running down her cheeks.  

“Holy fuck!”  

Veins pulsed all over her body, muscle roaring beneath her skin as the orgasm continued and Kallen thrashed with pleasure.

“Holy fuck it’s still going…. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yessssss”.

Almost stumbling backward, her hands crashed into the walls, fingers digging into the concrete with her overwhelming passion as she convulsively curled her biceps.  The building rumbled as she almost unconsciously ripped entire rooms out of the ground, people sliding to the walls with shock and terror as she filpped them upside down with a flip of her wrist. She had ripped the rooms behind her out of the foundation and was curling them like little weights from a cheap home gym.  The sheer motion made her bicep go nuclear, erupting up and out like muscular mushroom clouds, twin feminine masses enlarging and engorging as striated slabs erupted and multiplied with more muscle, rising Kaiju peaks grinding the ceiling to dust.  Fragments of the room poured from above, filling the deep cuts and striations with white streaks of plaster and ground bits of concrete as the colossal orgasm pulsed through her building bursting mass as it struck the ceiling in the room above her.

Then the next.

 Books and laptop computers, hapless people and even a terrified dog fell around her.  Screaming and scrambling, with shock and awe, nothing registered for long minutes as the pleasure blasted through her again and again.  Her biceps had flexed their way through three floors. With a scream of pleasure that sent shockwaves from her insane body, her orgasm peaked.  She was blind, deaf, dumb, just a conduit for pure, bright, earthshattering pleasure.

By the time Kallen had come to, her vision was mostly filled by her own monstrous musculature and evidence of ruin.  Fully relaxed, her chest stretched easily twenty feet from her body, framed by biceps that stretched into the distance like meaty train tracks. Each breath sent shocks of pleasure through her frame as her nipples got so hard she could swear the blood left her body and lifted her off the ground with sheer lust.

She wanted to flex more.  Bigger.  Harder.

But what she wanted more was someone to worship every last inch of the temple her body had become, to kiss their way through the chambers of her musculature, to kneel at the base of every monument of flesh bursting from her bones as she flexed.  Harder.  Bigger.  Someone to lap at her throbbing pussy.  To cum as hard at the sheer sight of her as she does at the sheer feel of all THIS.  To already be cumming, to not be able to stop cumming even as they beg to plunge deep inside of her.  Her imagination drifted as her entire body tingled just thinking about it.  Nothing could hide this body, no one could deny it.  

Fucking BUILDINGS couldn't cover her raging, burning, sexual POWER!

Lelouch?  Did you do this you bastard?  She swooned.  

She didn’t care.

No, she hoped he did.

She hoped….. Her thighs clenched, her muscles throbbing.  She didn’t know where he was right now, but he was going to see her, he was going to want her, from anywhere in the world.

The lust poured through her veins, pulsed through her throbbing mass.  Bigger.  Big enough to be seen from anywhere.

She flexed.  Hard.  Buildings shuddered then crumpled, glass sparkling like glitter on muscles that overwhelmed city blocks, disgorging earth and streets as they plowed through the frail world around them.

Kallen flexed so hard that shockwaves blasted the buildings before her erupting mass even reached them, the sky blackened, shadowed by rising biceps as the earth trembled from meaty tectonics, continental plates of mass grinding at the earth.

Her muscles could be seen from space.