Part 3
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At last, it was time for Erika’s absolute favorite pose. The most muscular allowed her to show off her lovely chest while simultaneously hulking out with the rest of her unbeatable upper body. In short, it made her look fucking huge.
Knowing that she already had everyone on the edge of their literal and figurative seats, she winked at the crowd, sucked in a big gulp of air, and flexed her brains out. Her face morphed from that of a gorgeous Japanese supermodel, to a still gorgeous but terrifying visage of rage and madness. She snarled furiously, eyes filling with hellfire as sweat poured from her brow. A single vein popped into view on her otherwise blemish-free forehead. Her upper body erupted like Krakatoa, the thunderous sound of rapidly expanding flesh permeating the auditorium. Giant waves of female muscle crashed onto the rocky shoals of her already jacked-up body, invigorating it with even more mass.
Melon-sized shoulders began pressing up against her ears. Her arms shook as they flexed to sizes that not even the Incredible Hulk could compete with. But none of the other muscle groups came close to challenging the sheer bulk of her bosom. Foot-deep pecs expanded with even more impossible size, with rippling hunks of flesh overflowing all boundaries set by nature. Soon, her chin was surrounded by the ever deepening cleavage, while her boulder-shaped biceps pressed hard against the burgeoning beef. With the two titanic forces refusing to yield any ground, her elbows had no choice but to move outwards. Lost in the adrenaline and lust of the mega-flex, Erika’s eyes glazed over with a primal hunger.
Then, finally, her incredible expansion started to slow, eventually halting once her pecs had somehow reached 18 inches in diameter. By now, her bust must have measured at least 120 inches in circumference. A damp posing bottom and a set of fully erect nipples large enough to make most men insecure revealed just how much her own muscularity was turning her on.
While maintaining her maximally flexed state, she paused her teeth-gritting, vein-popping effort for a moment in order to catch her breath. As she opened her eyes and looked down, they nearly bugged out of her skull. She had no idea that they had gotten this big. Her ability to pack on muscle mass had always been one-of-a-kind, but this was getting ridiculous. As she brought her hands up to explore this newfound mass, they trembled with anticipation. Once her fingertips made contact with the surface of those colossal wrecking balls, a gasp escaped her full, red lips. She wasn’t just bigger; she was harder too.
When her head rose to meet the crowd, she realized that she wasn’t alone in her amazement. Though hundreds had already left from fear, mental breakdowns, or other health concerns, hundreds more stayed to watch this woman ascend to godhood. Some were shamelessly playing with themselves, others recorded the unbelievable events on their phones, while the rest started cheering her on.
“More!” “Bigger!” “Give us all you got!” they shouted.
Her heart raced, her pupils dilated, and her skin flushed with excitement. Never before has she captivated an audience so completely. Then again, this was also her first time posing without holding back. Hearing and seeing their encouragement was like getting slammed by a high dose push of IV adrenaline. Now more than ever, Erika wanted…no, she needed to get bigger.
With the fiery passion for even greater levels of unattainable brawn burning like the interior of a blast furnace, she straightened her back, placed both hands at her sides, and poured all of her remaining energy, strength, and raw emotional power into one, final chest flex. Within seconds, her cleavage easily expanded to the heights that they had just barely managed to reach moments earlier. Her expression once again turned to rage as she now tried to force her chest into a state of size beyond anatomical reason and biological law. But after several minutes of huffing and puffing, her already overblown pecs unsurprisingly refused to budge.
She opened her eyes again, disappointed. Was this really her limit? Was she going to have to settle for a pair of beefed-up meat-tits the size of beach balls? No, that simply wasn’t enough. She needed them to get bigger, stronger, even more shredded. She needed the most sexed-up, gut-wrenching, inhumanly jacked pectorals ever imagined within the most perverted, twisted fever dreams of the most muscle-obsessed fiends in human history. Refusing to yield, she tried again and again, her grunts of strain growing louder with each effort. Though the sight of her massively pumped pecs being inflated repeatedly probably could have satisfied any muscle fetish, this Japanese freak of nature’s ravenous appetite would not be so easily satiated.
Then, suddenly, after minutes of teeth-grinding efforts, a stroke of inspiration. She recalled her teachings from the Buddhist temple all those years ago. She remembered that it was neither her anger nor her passion that allowed her to gain complete control over her muscularity. Rather, it was her inner will. Mastery of the mind was mastery of the body, and after thousands of hours of meditation, she had mastered both.
The pumped-up doctor took in a deep breath, her huge chest heaving upwards as she did so. She closed her eyes, relaxed her body, found her center, and just like she had done a thousand times before, focused her mental energy inwards. Instantly, a familiar feeling of detachment and emptiness overcame her. It was the same sensation she felt whenever she altered her own size. But instead of utilizing her inner strength to contract, she redirected it towards a single goal: the growth of her pecs.
At first, nothing happened. Her admirers were confused. That raging bull had calmed into a strange state of meditative tranquility. For several more minutes, she simply stood there in perfect stillness.
Erika opened her eyes only to be disappointed once more. Her pecs had remained relaxed and “small”, a far cry from the impossible size she had envisioned. Then, she realized she was forgetting something: she wasn’t flexing. Recentering herself, she once again found her mind in an idyllic quiet. But this time, as she concentrated her faculties towards gaining more mass, she simultaneously flexed her chest as hard as she could.
All of a sudden, the hitherto silently eager audience erupted, the din of the auditorium jarring her focus. As soon as she reopened her eyes, her heart skipped a beat. Her field of view had been completely obscured by a massive wall of flesh. She had done it.
Erika had been in such a deep state of concentration that she failed to sense what everybody else was seeing: the largest pair of pectorals in the world growing with even more rippling slabs of outlandishly defined muscle. Her lips contorted into an ear-to-ear grin, something most of the crowd could not see. Using nothing but her willpower, she had somehow managed to synthesize mass seemingly from thin air onto her favorite body part. Just as she did earlier, she reached out and touched her new “enhancements” to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.
She wasn’t.
The hardness. The density. The view of those two mega meat mountains, with finger-deep striations separating muscular bundles as thick as tow ropes and a web of veins that more closely resembled the root system of a great oak, was intoxicating. Her pecs were now so large that she could hardly touch their individual apices. Erika laughed to herself, an exhilarating sense of power flooding her senses. She turned towards the remaining male bodybuilders to find all of them either drooling or jacking it to her stunning visage.
“You boys love my chest don’t you,” she teased, her voice was a mixture of child-like naiveté and mature dominatrix. She closed her eyes again, focused, and pumped her pecs further. The crackling of expanding skin and sinew echoed off distant walls as each “breast” quickly passed two feet in diameter. Whipping her head around, she continued to taunt the lustful strongmen with her ever increasing size.
“Oooh, I’ve got more muscle in my itty-bitty boobies then any one of you has in your entire body!” Overcome by her seemingly unstoppable expansion, her sweet, angelic voice, and her fragrant pheromones, several of her overeager admirers came then and there, soiling their posing suits, and passing out. Erika smiled. Without even engaging them physically, she had established her overwhelming physical and sexual dominance.
Exploiting this newfound mastery, she quickly and easily added even more mass. A soft, sexy moan accompanied each thunderous growth spurt. Soon, her cleavage had deepened to 30 inches. Then 36 inches. Each of her spectacularly defined, ultra-condensed, vein-laden muscle-mammaries was now over three feet in diameter, resulting in a bust-size of 260+ inches.
“Gosh, I’m getting so fucking huge!” she exclaimed, quickly succumbing to the thrill of her own power. Unable to contain her self-lust, she ripped off the bottom piece of her posing suit, revealing a plump, clean-shaven sex. And without any fanfare or foreplay, she started fingering herself furiously. With her free hand, she tried to massage her areolas. Unfortunately, there was a problem: her pecs had pushed so far forward that her nipples had become impossible to reach. Disappointed, she turned her head towards the three men left standing only to find that they too had succumb to their vices. They were masturbating like mad to this goddess of sex and muscle.
Erika pointed towards them, offering a “come hither” gesture. The sight of her flawless, desperately horny face next to a set of muscle-packed mega-tits the size of over-inflated beach balls was a perfect picture of eroticism that the men simply could not resist. Like mindless drones, they eagerly stepped forth to do their queen’s bidding.
“Which one of you lucky gentlemen wants to help get me off?”
Immediately, all three bodybuilders got on their knees, each begging the goddess to make himself the chosen one. Seeing a handful of the biggest, strongest men in the world groveling at her feet for a chance to serve was a thrill in its own right.
“You know what? I’m feeling generous today. How about I take on all three of you instead?”
This proposition only made the men more frantic as they shoved each other out of the way to gain her favor.
“Stop it,” a sternness overtaking her previously light-hearted tone. Like puppies being scolded, they hushed down in a hurry.
“Good. Now come closer.” One by one, she led each of the thirsty men by hand to her most sensitive areas. One to her right pec, one to her left pec, and one lucky S.O.B. right between her gargantuan thighs.
“You three boys have a lot of work to do,” she spoke, coyly. Then, with little prompting, the chosen disciples went at it like starving animals, throwing themselves at the overpowering hardbody with vigor.
“Mmmm, oh yes, that’s right boys, show this naughty girl a good time!” The two men stationed at her sinew-stuffed breasts sucked and kissed her diamond-drill nipples like their lives depended on it. As they did so, their strong, calloused hands frantically explored the great expanse of the muscle behind it. In all their years of training and heavy-lifting, never had they encountered such an immovable, adamantine hunk of power. The Japanese sex doctor’s pecs were individually harder and more menacing than any competitor or weight in the entire world.
Meanwhile, the man below gave his tongue an almighty workout as he did his best to pleasure the muscle monarch. Lapping up her dripping love juices with a ravenous thirst, he ate out her sex until his mouth was sore. But Erika wanted more.
“Ahhh,” she groaned, hips gyrating from the intense sexual pleasure. “Yes…yes, faster boys!”
The three muscle slaves followed her commands without question, upping their pace to uncomfortable levels. They pleasured her with such intensity that they started to cramp up. Minutes later, they were practically gasping for air.
But Erika wanted more still. The sensation of well-practiced and unrestrained simultaneous stimulation of all of her erogenous zones sent huge shivers up and down her spine. Her incredible libido was flying upwards at an alarming rate. Yet, the hornier she got, the further away her climax seemed to become. Soon enough, the hard working mouths of these three men were no longer enough to satisfy her.
“That’s enough boys…” Erika was panting now, her emotions a dangerous mix of sexual hunger and frustration. Unfortunately, those mindless men would not heed her word. Their zealous servitude had turned them into nothing more than husks, greedily sucking on her lady parts with total disregard for their own wellbeing.
The overgrown goddess had no choice but to push them away. “Get off of me before you get hurt.”
In a thud, the three men landed near the edge of the stage. Now shaken from their daze, they slowly got up to find that the muscle mistress had somehow gotten even bigger. In her lust, Erika had inadvertently flexed up more mass. Every part of her, not just her pecs, had expanded outwards by at least 20%. She was now so stuffed with muscle that she could barely move. The glistening sheen of sweat coated her insanely shredded, grotesquely deformed hulk of a body. Veins the size of fat sausages twisted and turned up, down, and around the surface in disturbing fashion, covering almost every square inch of her muscular canvas. The once beautifully brilliant fitness babe was now buried underneath hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of pure feminine beef.
“Don’t feel bad for yourselves. Nobody is man enough for me!” With her declaration, she set out to finish what the men could not. But there was yet another problem: her hands couldn’t reach her sex-starved pussy. There was literally too much muscle in the way, as her bulky 34 inch, completely relaxed biceps clashed directly with the adjacent four foot wide pectorals.
“Damn it!” she yelled in desperation, completely out of breath. Her libido was so out of control that it was starting to hurt. And since there was no way she would ever consider downsizing, there was only one thing left to do that would truly quench her desires: get bigger.
A mischievous chuckle escaped Erika’s luscious lips. It was finally time to really cut loose. “You boys better step back because this show…”
She tensed her chest lightly, causing her pecs to blow out to 5 feet.
“…goes…”
Six feet.
“…ON!”
A massive thunderclap shook the grounds of the auditorium causing the men to cower in fear. The otherworldy muscle-being drove forth the unholy crusade that she ignited nearly an hour ago. With the power of both mind and body, she injected more and more muscle mass into the beach-ball sized pectorals. Deeper and deeper her cleavage grew. Eight feet. Ten feet. Her chest was now over 700 inches in circumference. Her sexual lust had turned into an insatiable gluttony for power and muscle.
“Mmmm…more… More!” she demanded, unsatisfied with being wider than an SUV.
And more she would have. Massive, tree-snapping bundles of muscle continued to pile onto the hyper-jacked tits. Once her pecs grew to 12 feet, each was now larger and more massive than an entire Mr. Olympia line-up combined. Even the sturdy floorboards underneath her started to creak from the ever growing weight. Survival instincts soon overwhelmed the fear and lust of the three remaining bodybuilders as they realized that a literal wave of muscle was rolling their way. They clumsily stumbled off of the stage, hard-ons still sprung in their posing suits.
“I guess I’m just too much woman for the biggest men in the world!” she bragged.
Her expansion continued at an alarming rate, accelerating as she got bigger and bigger and bigger. Her bust was now 1200 inches…1500 inches…1800 inches. Each hyperdense pec had more mass than a bull…an elephant…even a whale. Her cleavage deepened to 30 feet…40 feet…50 feet. These two giant globes of flesh pushed well past the stage edge and up against the judges table. Seconds later, the table was smashed to splinters as the never-ending growth slammed into the stands. Soon, the entire stage collapsed underneath the multi-ton weight of her pecs. This explosive growth sent a couple of mentally-fried observers into a sexual frenzy. The rest ran for the hills.
“Yes, everybody run! Momma’s gonna bring down the house!” she yelled. As she flexed even harder, her chest dug further into the stands, demolishing everything before it. Her massive nipples bore through the back wall while the bottom of her pecs cratered the concrete foundation below. Before long, the entire auditorium, a spacious room that could have fit several football fields, was filled entirely by this Japanese woman’s pec muscles. The surrounding walls thus had no choice but to yield, collapsing into dust.
Then, without warning, the roof of the convention center exploded off. Nearby bystanders were sent into a panic. Was there a gas leak? Or worse, was this a terrorist attack? Evening news crews swarmed to the scene, reporting on what appeared to be two massive balls of organic material growing from the ruins of the two million square-foot complex. Its surface appeared to be mottled by a vast network of vasculature that were themselves as thick as waterpark slides and rippling striations that could easily compact multiple cars.
Once the governor of Nevada had been notified of the situation, he issued a state of emergency and deployed the National Guard. In fact, the entire might of the U.S. military was brought to bear against this emerging threat. Within the hour, tens of thousands of infantrymen and hundreds of tanks had set up a defensive perimeter three miles out from ground zero. At this point, Erika’s pecs were each a half-mile in diameter and counting.
The order was given to fire upon this expanding, unidentified mass. The tanks let loose their salvoes, with small arms following suit. But the hail of bullets, tank shells, and mortar fire impacted harmlessly against the sun-kissed skin of the Japanese goddess. Undeterred by the mildly ticklish sensation, her expansion continued to accelerate. Her chest plowed into the surrounding land, the famous casinos of the Las Vegas strip shattering against the great wall of tit flesh. Within minutes, 60-ton tanks and entire battalions of soldiers were tossed into the air like playthings. The defensive line was broken by the sheer might of her four-mile wide pecs.
Next, dozens of attack helicopters arrived on the scene, firing off missiles and rockets while squadrons of strike fighters delivered laser-guided bombs. But even this heavy ordinance was ineffective.
Erika couldn’t help but laugh at their pointless attempts to stop her. “My pecs are indestructible now! They’re going to get bigger and bigger, and there is nothing you can do stop me!” her voice boomed across the ruined city. But her warning was not heeded.
The President of the United States authorized the use of tactical nuclear strikes against the threat. Multiple ballistic missiles were launched from nearby silos, their payloads set to detonate at precisely 8 miles above sea level. Unfortunately, the engineers had made a fatal error. They had grossly underestimated how quickly the threat was expanding. In fact, the radial velocity of Erika’s pecs had reached over 400 miles per hour! In just one minute, they had inflated from 4 miles to 15 miles in width. The resulting warheads thus crashed harmlessly against her.
“Ha! Nice try, but my pecs are…UNSTOPPABLE!!!” she screamed. Her guttural battle cry was accompanied by a sudden burst of acceleration. Then, as the expansion rate of her pecs hit the speed of sound, a massive, 80 mile-wide wave of visible air condensation developed around the surface of her pectorals, delivering the most powerful sonic boom the world had ever heard. The deafening crack was an announcement, a signal that a new age had begun.
Higher and higher her transhuman muscles climbed, out of the troposphere, through the stratosphere, and into the mesosphere, nearly 50 miles above the Earth’s surface. Astronauts aboard the International Space Station watched in horror as the still unidentified, but certainly non-human, flesh-colored entity swelled passed the remaining layers of the atmosphere, rising into the heavens themselves. Soon, those two massive, spherical collections of meat had reached the station’s orbiting height of 254 miles. And they didn’t have to wait long before they eclipsed the entire state of Nevada, and eventually, the whole of North America.
But still they grew. The ascendant muscle goddess was now completely lost to her desire for ever-increasing bust size, becoming single-minded in her purpose. With pecs that could each easily be considered their own celestial bodies, she ignored the world’s pleas and prayers for salvation. In fact, they were so massive that their tidal forces easily overwhelmed those of Earth’s own moon. Massive tsunami waves hundreds of feet high appeared out of nowhere on the other side of the world. The immense gravitational force generated by pectorals the size of Mercury pushed and pulled the oceans themselves to astounding heights.
“God, this feels…no…I am God now!” she gloated, her ego inflating as quickly as her pecs. “Actually, God doesn’t have anything on this!”
With another focused push, her breast expansion accelerated to over 10,000 miles per hour. Each quickly reached the size of the very planet she was born on. But instead of a rocky, molten interior, her own planet-sized pecs were made of pure, denser than steel, harder than diamond female skeletal muscle. From afar, the Earth system appeared to have evolved into a close assembly of three, perfectly spherical bodies: one a majestic blue, the other two a menacing, tan and flesh color. However, a closer observer would have seen that the surface of these other two objects was not perfect. Instead, it was a craggy, uneven terrain consisting of plunging valleys hundreds of miles deep and a twisting network of dark-blue, smoothly-capped mountain ranges.
As she continued to will more and more mass into her chest, breaking all known and unknown physical laws, the ever-growing pecs eventually pushed out passed the orbit of the Moon, over 250,000 miles out. Her nipples by themselves became so voluminous that they could have easily fit several Earth’s inside of them. Huge tangles of muscle fibers that could wrap around the equator many times over continued to flood into the all-consuming astronomical marvels.
Next, the rocky surface of the Moon itself crashed against the horizonless barrier of perfected female flesh. The beautiful, glowing sphere that used to cross the sky so gracefully, inspiring man for thousands of years had been shattered into dust by Erika’s endless reach.
“Aww, I’m sorry Moon!” she spoke in feigned regret. “But when I’m done, there will be no room left in the universe for anything else other than my big, meaty muscles!”
Growing impatient with her current progress, the unrelenting goddess continued her quest toward universal domination at breakneck pace. Funneling her limitless strength into her still-limited pecs, they began to speed up. 10,000, 5,000,000, and soon 100,000,000 miles per hour in radial velocity, Erika’s God-spheres were quickly approaching the speed of light.
Her pecs were now larger, heavier, and significantly more dense than the Sun itself. In fact, in just a few more minutes, they had grown 3 times, 10 times, 200 times bigger! She was so massive that the orbits of the planets became distorted!
“Even the planets bow to me and my mighty tits! Sorry Sun, but you’re not the center of attention anymore!”
Her declaration was soon to become reality in more ways than one, for as the diameter of her pectorals reached the order of tens of millions of miles, Mars, Venus, and eventually Mercury were all obliterated, suffering the same fate as Earth’s moon. But the real prize was just ahead. With the surface of her chest rapidly approaching the Sun, huge plumes of super-heated gas started to be drawn off of the yellow star’s surface via Erika’s sheer gravitational pull.
However, before she could consume the prime power source of the solar system, there was one potential problem. Her huge, muscle-stuffed hyper-boobs had become so large and massive that, at this point, they should have collapsed into black holes. But neither Mother Nature nor Father Time had the nerve to challenge this new God of the universe. The law-bending strength of her pectoral muscles, fueled by her indomitable power of will, had crushed the once-thought unassailable principles of general relativity like the rocky planets of the inner solar system. Now there was only one more law to break: the cosmic speed limit.
Of course, that wouldn’t take long either. Faster and faster her mega-spheres of muscle grew, easily passing the speed of light with little fanfare, before smashing into the Sun. “Oooh, that’s nice and warm!” she cooed as a million billion trillion tons of hot plasma disintegrated in an instant against her advancing might. The heliocentric model had given way to the Erika-centric universe.
With the orbits of the remaining planets now thrown into disarray, her merciless growth closed in to finish the job. Blowing past Jupiter, each pec had individually become the largest contiguous objects in the universe, vaster than even the most luminous of hypergiant stars. Saturn fell not long later, as did Uranus and Neptune. Even poor little Pluto was not spared this terrible fate. The heavenly Japanese supergoddess broadened her pectoral reach past the extent of the solar system, over 4 billion miles away from her place of origin.
Pausing her growth for a moment to take stock, she smiled to herself and said, “Mom always told me to reach for the stars. Now, all of the stars in the heavens are mine!”
Armed with even greater resolve, she resumed her conquest, the surface of her chest speeding through billions of miles of empty space in mere seconds, executing every nearby star system unceremoniously. Now several light-years across in size, even the individual striations of her pecs were capable of containing hundreds of thousands of stars within them.
The Milky Way trembled in anthropomorphized fear as two celestial bodies of incalculable strength plowed through star after star, destroying the very structure of the galaxy itself. The giant bands of dust that gave birth to its namesake were being swept away by Erika’s ruthless takeover. With its majestic arms in tatters, the God-spheres sped directly towards its heart: a supermassive black hole over 4 million times heavier than the Sun used to be. It too fell victim as trillions of tons of muscle, just the tiniest fraction of her overall mass, reached beyond the event horizon and splintered its previously unbreakable, infinitesimally-small core.
With the Milky Way conquered, all that remained were the trillions more galaxies like it. Erika smiled at the prospect: now it was time to get serious. One by one, the bright celestial objects of the distant heavens went dark, her ever expanding warpath consuming galaxy after galaxy after galaxy. [span]Hundreds to thousands, then millions to billions of light-years in size, e[/span]verything from the smallest dwarfs of the local group to the most distant of the ultra-powerful quasars fell prey to the power of the goddess’ binary system. Yet, even in their incomprehensible state, they were still made of pure muscle, the same kind of feminine beef that made her the bodybuilder she used to be. The vast network of veins that ran across their perfectly-imperfect surface were now as large as the greatest superstructures of the universe, capable of containing millions upon millions of galaxies.
“Bigger,” the being formerly known as Erika spoke. Her voice had ascended into a higher plane of existence, becoming a disembodied force permeating through the torn fabric of space and time. Soon, the entire observable universe had been brushed aside by her pecs. Yet, she was still not satisfied.
“Bigger.” The surface of her beefy breasts pressed up against the spatial border of the universe. Every cubic nanometer of space within the entire universe was now filled with nothing but feminine muscle.
“Bigger.” In yet another impossible, but by now unsurprising feat, her pecs broke past the border altogether. She was no longer inside the universe. The universe was inside her.
“BIGGER!!!” she roared. Her chest was now breaking vertically into higher spatial dimensions and horizontally into parallel universes, filling those too with nothing but the muscles of her pecs. They were expanding at infinite speed, moving past all of existence and nonexistence in an instant. The arrow of time curled back onto itself as all that was, all that is, and all that will ever be in all of the potential, existing, or unborn universes shrunk down into a tiny speck of cosmic sand floating helplessly amongst a sea of endlessly endless flesh.
Following an instantaneous eternity, the great being spoke once more, her voice now but an abstraction echoing unbounded. Its language was comprehensible only by the highest order beings who themselves had transcended time and space. Yet they too were hopelessly confined to worship the beyond-infinite space of pec muscle.
After eons calculating the mathematical properties of her esoteric statement, these godlike beings came to a horrifying translation…
“I’m just getting started.”
