Marcy and Sarah

Before I dive into this one, I need to clarify the context.  This excerpt was intended to be an addition to an unending story in which the main character has a camera that brings his inner desires into reality whenever he snaps a picture. Dennis, like many of us, has an intense desire for insanely huge female muscles. Having snapped a picture of two girls who had begun competing for his attention, he transformed them into muscular behemoths.  As you might imagine I decided to take this a tad farther . . . . So plotting and character is pretty much out the window - this is just sheer FMG competition. At some point I may write new opening paragraphs for this story so it can stand on its own, but I suspect that it would take almost as much time as this entire vignette does, and I am lazy. :)

Marcy pouted, but her eyes were wide with a mix of rage and frustration - and something else he couldn't easily identify.  She stood next to Sarah, bit her lip, and looked at Dennis with tears forming in her eyes as her body trembled.

"WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BE BETTER THAN ME!!!!"  Marcy flexed with all of her superhuman might.  Her calves exploded to over 30 inches around, ripping her boots down the middle as veins snaked up into quads as that mushroomed out almost two feet over her knee cap.  The thick veins ran up her crotch, and her panties clenched, wet and dripping, as emotional muscle super-fuel spread up into her abs.  Her beastly abdominals twitched and rumbled, forming twelve blocks as deep as bowling balls squeezed almost to her spine.  As if to frame her insane midsection, her monstrous abs were winged with feathery obliques as sharp as shattered glass.  Her pecs thrust forward with such force it was like they clenched her costume in a meaty vice, and ripped it clean off her body, a subtle twitch letting the material drop to the ground before they tensed harder, veins spreading over glistening flesh even to her nipples.  Nipples, mind you, that were already nearly as big as a man's fist and freakishly swollen with muscles of their own that seemed to pulse and throb.  Out of control and flailing up and down like twin bucking broncos, her beefy muscle tits covered half her face and thrust almost three feet from her body.  Marcy's piece-de-resistance, however, was still coming.  Moaning with lust and agony, she curled her arms with so much force her fingers turned white and trembled.  The sleeve shredded down the middle and the gap widened until her razor sharp peak sent the tatters flying in every direction.  They were even with her eyes before she even  made it half way, but she closed her eyes and sputtered with orgasm as those fire hose veins  crystalized over shredded wheat flesh climbing almost a foot above her head in medicine ball sized lumps of muscular sex that sprouted another medicine ball before slamming into the ceiling with so much force plaster rained down from a spider web of destruction spreading cracks from one end of the room to the other.  Her biceps almost broke through the ceiling three feet above her head!

Dennis came so hard he could swear his manhood jetted blood - her biceps had to be over twenty feet around! Eyes rolling back into his head, he came again, muttering "So huge....."  Both he and Marcy dropped to their knees  gasping for breath.  Marcy's colossal body was twitching and sweating from the supreme effort and the colossal orgasm.  "Good God" he thought, "her muscles make every version of the hulk he had ever seen look tiny, how can anyone possibly compete with that"?  Dennis tried to crawl towards her, but looking at her relaxed bicep, spent and exhausted, and still over fifteen feet around made him cum so hard again he nearly blacked out.

Sarah, however, barely seemed to notice.

"My god, she's not impressed" Dennis thought to himself - "if the camera did this to Marcy....what did it do to Sarah?"

The monstrous woman moaned softly, a deep purr coming up from her throat - if her voice was pure sex before, it made them both drip before she even started forming her lips into words.

"Ohhhh honey. Thanks for giving me something worth out-flexing! Since you asked so nicely, I'll tell you".  With a graceful movement that sent the muscles in her legs rippling and bulging obscenely she lowered herself to the ground.  As Sarah lowered herself (first to one side and then the other like some muscle bound Elvis impersonator) something terrifying and captivating was happening: Sarah was shaking out her muscles - just shaking them out like throw rugs attached to her bones - and they blossomed with beef and vein so easily and carelessly (and massively) it was surreal.    Sarah stretched one leg, and lowered herself down to one side as her calf shimmied and bloated to the size of a dorm refrigerator, cracking the concrete floor.  Immediately after her quads just unfurled and stretched far more skin than her entire body should have had into knots of ropy muscles that dwarfed industrial dryers.  Then she casually went up and back down so she was next to Marcy as her other leg bloated as much as the first, sending waves of mass up abdominals that seemed to be inventing new abdominals on the fly.  Sarah's pecs flew up over her head, and crashed down with a force that made everyone jump, before settling into twin masses that  spread easily five feet in front of her.  They rested in heaps of pure sex, and as shredded and massive as they were her insane pecs twitched aimlessly as if bored - her nipples however, were not so casual.  Sarah's nipples were so stiff they seemed like they were trying to pull themselves off of her areola, stretching out almost a foot long and throbbing with veins  that made them deep red while her pecs were almost white from the blood her raging nipples were pulling as they stretched further and further.  Sarah gasped with desire, her musky wetness filling the entire room with the scent of raw animal lust - or in her case, muscle lust. Slowly, sensually, she licked her lips as her shoulders rippled up, forearms as thick as  oil drums, her triceps thumping through the floor to the basement below.

Sarah shook out a bicep, with her arm straight out - utterly uncurled, probably completely relaxed.

Completely.

Relaxed.

Sarah's bicep was over SIX FEET TALL.   Sarah was only 5'4".  Her bicep was taller *significantly taller* than she was. If she hadn't been down on her ankles, there wouldn't have even been space in the room for her biceps - as it was her muscle fit easily in the crater Marcy created even though she was deliberately sitting on the floor when Marcy had been standing.  With a purr, she stretched her long tongue out to her bicep, and licked it, moving slowly up with a shiver.

A vein as thick as a man's arm glistened with her lust as the muscle twitched under her tongue.

Gasping so breathlessly that her voice alone would have caused them all to cum if her body hadn't started an unending cycle of it already, Sarah spoke, curling her arm slowly:

"Why? Because I know - AH!"

The spider web cracks on the ceiling multiplied so rapidly that the entire thing became a cloud of dust as her bicep tensed, veins as thick as an elephant's leg dividing into ever smaller and smaller mazes over thousands of pounds of muscle squeezing together and up like some tan, glistening Kaiju raising itself up under a rain of plaster into the next room as muscles split, swelled, and bulged monstrously.  Her muscle hit ten feet high before her forearm even hit 45 degrees.  The smell of her wet pussy lips dripping filled the room with their heady musk.  Everything was turned off white as the remains of the ceiling dropped on them like a heavy blanket.

"You want to mmmm-muscle-fuck - ah!"

At 90 degrees Sarah's bicep smacked against the second story ceiling with as much force as a wrecking ball, blasting fragments up into the attic.  Her entire body was swelling as well, like some advancing wall of stone and steel wound about with tree roots and covered with silky smooth, insanely feminine skin.  Soft silky skin that was wrecking the entire house.

By that point, everyone was sputtering into the beginnings of an intense orgasm - even Sarah's voice started to lose control as she said "mmm- muh- muscle fuck DENNIS!"

With a sensual moan, and a long wet lick Sarah squeezed her catastrophic muscles and caused two more cataclysms: The floor, already broken by her growing calves and triceps, dissolved entirely as they dropped into the basement.  Her peak however, bulged out with another thick striated peak as her biceps got not only taller but thicker, bulging and swelling another peak as the whole mass grew ludicrously.  By now Sarah's biceps filled three floors,  her peak exploding midway through the attic.  Squealing like saran wrap, her flex was  starting to look more like a geological formation than a human muscle, a throbbing, bulging, mutant mass of split mounds the size of cars splitting to make way for split mounds the size of bigger cars, and bigger....

Sarah's biceps were at least thirty feet tall.

She moaned loudly as thick white cream blasted between her legs.  Both Marcy and Derric were already deep in orgasm,  throwing up clouds of plaster as they followed suit with a compounded orgasm that lasted for what seemed like hours.  They were lying on Sarah's muscles, ON HER RELAXED MUSCLES while her bicep filled their entire house from basement to attic.

As they started to catch their breath, Sarah continued with her silky, sybaritic tongue:

"Honey, why do I always have to be better than you?  Oh, baby, it's because you want to mmmmmmuscle-fuck Dennis ".  Sarah licked her lips, purring softly.   Her pecs rippled monstrously, the titanium hard striations deep and delicate enough to pick up Dennis and toss him right to her insane nipples.

"I just want to muscle fuck him MORE. . . . . ."

Even after cumming so hard so many times, Dennis was so hard he could swear his skin was tearing off, and he didn't even care.  He sucked on a nipple that filled his throat and bulged and flexed in his mouth  while he humped frantically against a single muscle boob he couldn't even wrap his arms all the way around while cum gushed out of him like some endless bottle of champagne and a million times more intoxicating.  Crazed with lust, he started frantically licking and sucking all over her pecs, thrusting into every striation  as Sarah moaned.  Twitching her pecs she lifted him up into the air to her shoulders  where he buried his dick deep into the split of her biceps his eyes rolled back into his head at the realization: he was standing on her shoulder, halfway up the side of her bicep, and that half was still more than twice the height of his entire six foot one frame.  With his hands, his tongue, his lips, his cock, gallons of cum that shouldn't physically be able to come from his body; with the entirety of his moaning, orgasmic, muscle lust possessed body, Dennis worshiped Sarah's bicep.

"Mmmmm, way more!"

And for the first time in her life, Sarah fully flexed.   Her bicep tripled, and tripled again.  Even on her rising shoulders, her bicep blasted up to twenty times his size, then more, and more as she finally topped out at a size normally reserved for skyscrapers and sent her biceps crashing down as her muscles maneuvered Dennis behind her as she spread her dripping legs.

He could see her muscles almost stretching out into the distance like vast tracts of muscular geology, her back spread so wide it covered the porches of several houses on each side.   Her muscles spread for hundreds of feet in each direction, but her tiny waist and curvy hips screamed femininity, and her pecs blended with her breasts in a way that he could not describe as they also stretched hundreds of feet ahead, their massive throbbing nipples stretching lustfully but still unable to make it to the end of biceps that dwarfed every muscle on her insane body.  Dennis was beyond lust, beyond orgasm. It seemed like the earth rumbled with her slightest twitch. What kind of universe had to come into existence for the camera to allow this to happen and not kill him over and over again, he had no idea - any more than he had any idea how she managed to maneuver her muscles so as to not ruin any more property than their demolished house.

"Holy fuck her relaxed biceps looked like collapsed mountains!" he thought to himself as his cock was a geyser of unending gallons of frothy red. This wasn't an exaggeration, some mountains actually had smaller peaks. Dennis' eyes traced a vein as thick as a freight train as it ran down the split of her bicep, getting thinner and thinner in the distance - "So fucking HUGE" he gasped, grabbing and licking frantically along the maze of muscle that surrounded him. Sarah's biceps stretched out like a pair of thousand foot long meat highways, their peaks projecting out over another subdivision like invading alien monoliths casting their shadows over the tiny houses below.

"Fuck me" she moaned, the need in her voice making his orgasm multiply with more orgasms, the cum geyser of his cock becoming a flesh rending volcano at the sound of her voice. "Fuck me Dennis, fuck me, fuck me, fuck all this mmmmmuscle . . . ."

The very air seemed to shiver in shock around her mass, heat mirages adding to the surreal rippling of her flesh. All of her muscles were colossal enough to be measured in city blocks instead of feet! He couldn't think about anything but burying his manhood deep into her pink, hot, wet womb - and he damn near shattered his own pelvis doing so! Dennis had to climb on top of her calves, those monstrous muscles stretching in earth crushing mounds a good three hundred feet behind her leg bones. Dennis could feel them twitch as they effortlessly held him up - the muscles on the back of her legs rippled and flexed along his thighs and as she bent over, her monstrous glutes towered over his head like twin obelisks cut with deep lines and cracked with veins - he could look between her massive gluteus to see her chest and biceps spread out like fleshy vein crossed highways of lust that her dark tousled hair tickled only the tiniest portion of. My God, she was so huge and so tiny at the same time! Dennis was standing on just two muscles like he was balancing between a pair of separate continents, yet he had to bend down at the knees to reach her glorious, dripping, opalescent oyster pink pussy! He tried to slam his entire body inside her with an animal cry, grinding furiously inside her sweltering flesh. Sarah was still only five foot six but her muscles were so fucking gigantic it was like entire buildings of muscle burst up and out from her delicate feminine bones! Dennis' entire body couldn't have stretched across her smallest striation. Each muscle group waved like an ocean of flesh, an entire stampeding herd of bulls going insane within a sack of silky soft skin - words just can't describe the enormity of her muscles, they filled his vision from every direction! Dennis frenzy-fucked her, not even remotely abating his continuous streams of bloody spraying and spattering cum as he powdered his own pelvis. Tears streamed from his paramour's eyes as she gasped in pleasure. Sarah flushed, and every muscle in her body tightened with a saran wrap squeal, her brobdingnagian build tinted a deep merlot red and trembled. He could almost taste her pleasure like a fine wine as it bubbled through her body, tingling and twitching along her stratospheric musculature as it bulged and swelled from insane to metropolitan proportions.

"Fuck me my muscles are bulging!" she screamed as every muscle in Dennis' body ripped and bled from the intensity of his lust - it was like the cum was erupting from some alternate universe deep within his toes - sheer pleasure was the only thing keeping him from exploding in nuclear fire from that same intense pleasure. Sarah's lats spread like some kind of lunatic graveyard of battleships attached to her petite rib cage as muscles rippled and pulsed in what almost appeared like tectonic plates layered in geological strata of muscular bulk. The earth was ripped up beneath her advancing musculature, shock waves blasting out as her mass displaced atmosphere on a scale unseen on this planet before. Capping the massive mounds of pectoral muscle that filled two backyards, crossed multiple streets, disappeared into woodland, crossed another suburb, and were now pushing into the parking lot of a distant grocery store, nipples of incomprehensible size were casting their shadows over entire rows of parked cars. Twin Epcot Center scaled titties topped with raspberry red double-decker bus sized nipples satisfied their hunger for touch by plunging into stone and steel. Her muscles were a ride that bested and dwarfed both of Disney's theme parks with miles of roller coaster curves of muscular madness. With her groaning, orgasmic flex, those muscle tits bulged insanely, throbbing and pulsing with desire before disappearing into the distance with the crushing noise of buildings crumbling in their wake. She arched her back suddenly, and brushed aside the clouds with her enormous boob-mountains - he could see both cumulus and cirrus circling and dissipating in layers across her pecs like notches measuring the miles up. As her biceps followed with a sonic boom, mushroom clouds of atmospheric chaos erupted around them in white rings. He could swear the blue sky momentarily went black around her biceps as they escaped the earth and penetrated space. If he could see beyond the earth, he would know those biceps extended past the moon, their diameters greater than that of the entire planet! Sarah's Elysian pussy was tighter and hotter than he should have been able to endure, but it was a humid, silky smooth paradise, and he lost consciousness hundreds of times as he fucked her over and over again like some mindless beast, a muscle lust possessed rag doll thrashing incessantly as she cried out in pleasure, screaming "YES, YES!" while licking and slurping her own incomprehensibly huge muscles as they bulged bigger and bigger. Muscles piled up on top of muscles the size of aircraft carriers, then cities, states, nations, and even continents, until Sarah herself was just a tiny point within an intersection of muscles thousands of miles across - an insane fleshy asterisk of mass, a blooming beefy muscle flower that could be seen from the other side of the solar system. Her aching pussy kept squeezing and drawing more cum from him over and over again with slight flexes that vanished into space or blotted out the sun before he finally passed out entirely. Somehow, someway, he managed to fuck this primal monstrosity of muscle so hard and so often, that she passed out into the same blissful oblivion he did. Sarah was now a literal planetoid of muscles floating in a sea of cum, with her tiny feminine core and Dennis (somehow surviving and actually healing from this godlike sexcapade) sleeping blissfully within this living world of muscular sex. Dennis didn't really need to be a superhero in the conventional sense - having used the camera made him the center of many realities - maybe EVERY reality.

Dennis was simultaneously small and human, yet strangely also the utterly indestructible core of a multiverse almost as vast as Sarah’s relaxed muscles. They mirrored each other, curled together in a vast reality bending coitus.

And somewhere in that white sea, the camera bumped against a pulsing vein, and flashed. . .