Seven Feet of Satisfaction By moshehamhasel

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Seven Feet of Satisfaction
By moshehamhasel

Chapter 1

Brianna stood near the edge of the crowded frat house living room, her towering seven-foot-four frame making the ceiling feel oppressively low. The bass from the speakers vibrated through the floor and up her powerful legs, but it did little to lift the heavy weight in her chest. She wore a tight tank top that strained against the massive swell of her breasts and the dense slabs of muscle across her back and shoulders. It was paired with shorts that barely contained the thick, corded power of her thighs. At seven-foot-four and built like a living statue of feminine strength, she had always been bigger than everyone else. She had long since stopped pretending otherwise.

Her mind drifted back to the man who had finally walked out on her after three years. He had loved her once, or at least loved the thrill of being with someone so overwhelmingly powerful. In the early days, when she had only been six-foot-eight, he could still handle the way she would pull him into her lap during movie nights. As she wrapped her long, muscular arms around his smaller body and squeezing just a little too hard in her excitement. She remembered the way his breath would hitch against her heavy breasts. How his hands would roam over the hard ridges of her abs. How she would laugh softly and hold him tighter because it felt good to her. She never really stopped to consider if it hurt him. Why would she? It felt natural.

As the years passed and she grew taller and denser, the changes came faster than either of them expected. Her body filled out with even more muscle. Her thighs thickening until they could crush watermelons between them without effort. Her breasts becoming heavier and more imposing. She recalled one night when she had climbed on top of him in bed, her massive frame pinning him completely. She had rocked her hips slowly at first, enjoying the way her weight pressed him deep into the mattress. But her arousal built quickly. Her powerful legs flexed involuntarily and she heard the sharp crack of one of his ribs before she even realized she had squeezed too hard with her thighs. He gasped in pain, but she was already lost in the sensation of her own strength. She kept moving until she finished. Afterward she had kissed his forehead and told him it was just an accident. She did not lose much sleep over it.

There had been more incidents after that. A fractured pelvis from another enthusiastic night when she rode him too vigorously. Her dense glutes and powerful hips driving down with force she barely noticed. Each time he recovered, he came back because the sight of her towering, muscular body still turned him on. But fear had finally won. He left without much warning, taking almost nothing with him except the knowledge that surviving her had become too dangerous. Now she was alone, broke, and angry about it. He had paid for everything. Her apartment, her food, the clothes that barely fit her growing frame. Without him, she had nothing.

Brianna lifted the red plastic cup to her lips and drained it in one long swallow. She had always been able to handle alcohol far better than anyone else. Her massive body required ridiculous amounts before it even touched her. Tonight she intended to keep drinking until the sharp edges of her situation softened. She did not particularly care that the people around her had to step aside or crane their necks to look up at her. Their comfort was not her concern.

A shorter guy in a hoodie bumped into her side while trying to push through the crowd. He barely reached her chest. Instead of apologizing or moving around, Brianna simply shifted her weight and used one thick arm to nudge him out of her path. The motion sent him stumbling into a group of his friends, nearly knocking two of them over. She heard his muttered curse but did not even glance down. If he could not stay out of her way, that was his problem. She moved toward the makeshift bar for another drink, her powerful legs carrying her forward with the easy confidence of someone who had never needed to worry about obstacles.

The dancing came later. A few of the smaller guys, clearly drunk and fascinated by her size, worked up the courage to approach. Brianna let them. She pulled the first one against her during a slow song, pressing his face directly into the deep, warm valley between her enormous breasts. The soft, heavy flesh enveloped him completely while the hard muscle underneath kept him locked in place. She felt his hands trembling against her sides, fingers tracing the ridges of her obliques. It made her nipples tighten against the thin fabric of her top. She swayed slowly, her powerful thighs brushing against his legs, and enjoyed the way he struggled to breathe in the smothering heat of her body.

Another boy replaced him soon after. This one was even smaller. Brianna wrapped one long, muscular arm around his back and pulled him in until his cheek was crushed against the underside of her left breast. She could feel his rapid heartbeat against her. Her free hand slid down to grip his ass, lifting him slightly so he had to stand on his toes. The sensation of his helplessness against her dense muscle made her pussy grow warm and slick. She ground against him subtly, letting the massive power of her legs and glutes do most of the work. None of them truly satisfied the growing ache inside her, but they kept the horniness simmering. She was not gentle, but she never pretended to be. If they wanted to dance with the biggest woman in the room, they would take what she gave them.

By the time she headed back toward the bar again, the alcohol had finally begun to creep up on her. The room tilted slightly, a rare and interesting feeling. A guy she did not recognize offered her a fresh drink with a friendly smile. Brianna took the cup without a second thought and tossed it back in one shot. The liquid burned pleasantly down her throat. For a few moments everything felt normal. Then the world shifted hard.

Her vision blurred. Her massive legs, usually so steady and powerful, suddenly felt unsteady beneath her. She staggered, one hand reaching out to brace against a wall that seemed much farther away than it should have. The floor moved like water. Panic flickered briefly in her mind, but mostly she felt annoyed. This was not how the night was supposed to go. She pushed through the crowd, her towering frame wobbling as she headed for the exit. People scattered out of her path. Some laughing nervously at the sight of the giantess stumbling.

Outside the night air hit her like a wave. She waddled forward on legs that no longer obeyed her completely. Her heavy breasts swaying with each unsteady step. The cool breeze did nothing to clear the fog in her head. Everything felt wrong, heavier, more confusing. Brianna muttered a low curse under her breath and kept moving. Searching for somewhere quieter where she could wait for the strange effects to pass. Her mind was already drifting, half-aware that something had gone very wrong with that last drink.

Chapter 2

Brianna staggered out into the cool night air, her seven-foot-four frame swaying dangerously with every step. The world spun around her in lazy circles. Her powerful legs, usually so reliable and thick with dense muscle, felt like they belonged to someone else. She tried to focus on the path ahead, but the ground kept shifting beneath her running shoes. A low, frustrated growl escaped her full lips. This was not how she wanted the evening to end. She had come to the party to forget her loneliness and her empty bank account. Not to feel this strange, heavy fog clouding her mind.

A small figure appeared in her blurry vision, moving toward her with purpose. He was a volunteer. One of those campus safety guys who drove drunk students home in a golf cart. He looked even smaller than most of the boys inside. Probably no more than five-foot-eight and lightly built. He wore a reflective vest and carried a flashlight. His face showing genuine concern as he approached.

"Hey, are you okay? You look like you need some help getting home," he called out, his voice steady and professional.

Brianna tried to answer, but her tongue felt thick and uncooperative. She took another wobbling step forward. Her massive thighs flexing instinctively to keep her balance. The motion sent her huge breasts swaying heavily inside her tank top. Before she could form words, her knees buckled. The ground rushed up, or rather, she rushed down toward the volunteer. He tried to catch her, arms outstretched, but it was like trying to stop a falling tree.

She collapsed directly on top of him with all of her considerable weight. The impact drove him flat onto the grass with a muffled thud. Her enormous breasts smashed down first, completely enveloping his head and face in soft, warm, heavy flesh. The dense muscle beneath them pressed him deeper, pinning his skull between the massive globes. His arms flailed weakly. One hand catching at her side while the other twisted at an awkward angle beneath her hip. Brianna heard a sharp, sickening snap as one of his bones gave way under the immense pressure of her body. She barely registered it through the haze of alcohol and the strange drug.

Underneath her, the volunteer struggled desperately. His smaller frame was completely trapped by her seven-foot-four, muscle-packed body. Her heavy breasts smothered his face, cutting off most of his air. Each panicked breath he managed pulled in the warm, slightly sweaty scent of her cleavage. His legs kicked uselessly against the thick pillars of her thighs, which lay like warm marble across his lower body. He could feel the incredible density of her. The way her glutes and hamstrings alone weighed more than some people. Every tiny shift of her weight crushed the air from his lungs. His broken hand throbbed with white-hot pain, but he could not pull it free.

Brianna lay there for a long minute, half-passed out. Her mind floating in a strange fog. She could feel something squirming beneath her. A faint pressure against her breasts and stomach, but it felt distant and unimportant. Slowly, awareness crept back in. She realized she was lying on top of someone. A small someone. With a low groan, she started to push herself up. Her powerful arms flexing as they lifted her massive torso. The volunteer gasped desperately as her breasts finally lifted off his face, strings of saliva and sweat connecting his skin to her cleavage for a brief second.

Before she could fully get off him, her stomach rebelled. The combination of all the alcohol and whatever had been in that last drink surged up violently. Brianna turned her head at the last moment, but not far enough. She puked directly across his face and upper chest in a hot, messy rush. The volunteer coughed and sputtered, turning his head away as best he could while still pinned.

The act of vomiting cleared some of the fog from her mind almost instantly. Brianna blinked several times, feeling much steadier. She was still drunk, but the worst of the spinning had stopped. With a grunt, she planted one large hand on the grass beside him and pushed herself the rest of the way up. Her thick, muscular legs unfolded beneath her as she rose to her full, imposing height. She was towering over the man now coughing and wiping vomit from his eyes.

"Sorry about that," she muttered, her voice low and rough. She did not linger or offer more help. The volunteer was already trying to sit up, cradling his clearly broken hand against his chest. Brianna turned away and started walking toward her apartment. Her steps still slightly unsteady but far more controlled than before. Her mind was already drifting again. The incident fading into the haze as she focused on getting home to her bed.

She made it back to her small, now mostly empty apartment without further trouble. The door clicked shut behind her massive frame and she collapsed onto her bed with a heavy creak of the frame. Her powerful body sank deep into the mattress. Her breasts spreading out heavily across her chest as she passed out completely, still clothed and reeking faintly of alcohol and vomit.

The next morning brought a pounding headache and fragments of memory that made Brianna sit up slowly. Her muscular back flexing as she swung her long legs over the side of the bed. Sunlight cut through the blinds, highlighting the dense definition in her thighs and the heavy curve of her breasts beneath the stretched tank top. She rubbed her face with one large hand, trying to piece together the night before. The party. The drinks. The dancing where she had smothered those small boys against her body. Then the last drink, the stumbling, and the collapse.

A sharp flash of guilt hit her as she remembered falling on someone. The volunteer. The way his smaller body had disappeared completely under her weight. The sickening sound of a bone breaking. Her stomach twisted at the memory of puking on him. She was not a cruel person by nature, but she knew her size and strength caused damage when she was not careful. Empathy had never been her strongest trait. She had always been the biggest, the strongest, and she moved through the world accordingly. Still, this felt like too much, even for her.

Brianna stood up, her full height making the room feel small again. She needed to find out what happened to him. After a quick shower that barely contained her powerful frame, she made some calls to campus services and mutual acquaintances. The news came back quickly. The volunteer had been taken to the hospital with a broken hand, among other bruises and possible minor injuries from being crushed. They said he was stable but in pain.

She sat on the edge of her bed again, her thick thighs spreading wide as she rested her elbows on her knees. Shame burned in her chest. Not the deep kind that would change her behavior forever, but enough to make her uncomfortable. She had not meant to hurt him. He had only been trying to help. The fact that her immense body could so easily break someone smaller was not new information, but it still sat poorly with her this morning. Her ex had left for exactly these reasons. Now she had done it again to a stranger.

Brianna ran a hand through her hair, her bicep peaking into a hard, impressive mound. She decided she would apologize properly. It was the least she could do. Even if she did not feel things as deeply as other people seemed to, she could still recognize when she had crossed a line. The volunteer deserved to hear it from her directly. She would track down his address and make things right. At least as right as she could manage. For now, she tried to push the guilt aside and focus on the practical problem of her empty fridge and even emptier wallet. The world did not stop for her mistakes. She had never been one to dwell too long on anything that got in her way.

Chapter 3

Brianna stood outside the large, expensive house just off campus. Her seven-foot-four frame casting a long shadow across the manicured lawn. The place looked completely out of character for a simple campus volunteer. It was a sprawling two-story home with expensive cars in the driveway and perfectly trimmed hedges. She had worn a simple black tank top and shorts that hugged her powerful thighs and the heavy swell of her breasts, her muscular arms left bare. After learning the volunteer's address through a few casual inquiries, she had come here to apologize properly. The guilt from the night before still lingered. A mild annoyance rather than a deep torment, but enough to push her to make the effort.

Two large men stepped out from the front door as she approached. They were bodyguards, clearly. Both were well over six feet and heavily built with the kind of muscle that came from dedicated gym time. Still, they looked small compared to her. One of them held up a hand while the other rested his palm near the bulge of a holster under his jacket.

"What do you want?" the first guard asked, his tone flat and unwelcoming.

"I am here to see the volunteer guy. The one who helps people get home from parties," Brianna said, her voice low and direct. "I need to apologize for what happened the other night. I was drunk and I fell on him. Hurt his hand. I did not mean to."

The guards exchanged a quick glance. The second one stepped forward, blocking the path more firmly. "He does not want to see you. Turn around and leave."

Brianna felt a flicker of irritation. She had come all this way, and these two smaller men were already getting in her way. She took another step forward, her powerful legs carrying her closer without hesitation. Her massive breasts shifted heavily with the movement, and the dense muscle across her shoulders and back flexed visibly.

The bodyguards reacted instantly. Both drew their guns in smooth, practiced motions, aiming them at her chest. "Back off, lady. Now."

Brianna looked down at the weapons pointed at her. Her expression hardening. She did not like guns. She especially did not like being told what to do when she was trying to do the right thing. Her patience, never very long to begin with, evaporated. In a flash of movement that belied her size, her large hands shot out. Each palm closed around one of the guns, fingers wrapping completely over the metal and the guards' hands. She squeezed.

The effect was immediate and devastating. The guns crumpled like cheap toys under the immense strength of her grip, metal twisting and cracking. The guards' fingers shattered inside her fists, bones grinding into mush with wet, horrible sounds. Both men screamed in agony, their faces twisting in shock and pain.

Before the screams could draw more attention, Brianna yanked them forward and banged their heads together with a solid thud. The two large bodyguards collapsed instantly. They were unconscious and bleeding from their scalps, their ruined hands twitching at their sides. She released the crushed guns and broken fingers without a second glance, stepping over their bodies as if they were minor inconveniences.

The volunteer appeared in the doorway then, his face pale as he stared at the scene. His right hand was heavily bandaged and in a cast. He looked even smaller than she remembered, especially compared to her towering, muscular form.

"Get the fuck out," he snarled, his voice shaking with a mix of fear and anger. "I never want to see you again. Stay away from me."

Brianna paused, her huge frame filling the doorway. She could have pushed inside easily. She could have picked him up and made him listen. Part of her wanted to, because being told to leave after she had made the effort to come here annoyed her. But this was supposed to be an apology. She had already hurt him once by accident. Continuing now would only make things worse.

"I just wanted to say I am sorry," she said, her tone flat. "I did not mean to crush you like that. The drink messed me up."

He did not respond, only glared at her with wide eyes. Brianna stood there for another moment, her thick thighs shifting as she adjusted her stance. The two unconscious guards lay at her feet. A casual demonstration of what her body could do when something got in her way. She felt no deep remorse for them. They had drawn guns on her. That was their mistake.

Without another word, she turned and walked away from the house. Her powerful strides carrying her back down the driveway. The encounter left a strange feeling in her gut. Something about the expensive house, the armed guards, and the volunteer's strong reaction did not add up. A simple campus safety volunteer should not live like this. Her mind, which had never been very good at letting things go when they irritated her, started turning the details over.

Brianna headed back toward her apartment, her long legs eating up the distance easily. The more she thought about it, the more suspicious she became. He had appeared right when she needed help after the spiked drink. Now this mansion and these bodyguards. It felt wrong. She did not like things that felt wrong, especially when they involved her.

By the time she reached her place, a decision had formed. She would go to another party soon. She would keep her eyes open. If the volunteer was there again, she would watch him. Something was going on, and she intended to find out what it was. In the meantime, her body still carried the lingering frustration from the encounter. Her massive frame needed release. She knew exactly how to get it when the time came. For now, she let the suspicion simmer. She had never been one to ignore obstacles, and this felt like one that needed clearing.

Chapter 4

Brianna stood in front of her small mirror, adjusting the tight red dress that clung to her seven-foot-four muscular body like a second skin. The fabric stretched across her massive breasts, barely containing their heavy sway. It hugged the dramatic curves of her wide hips and powerful glutes. She slipped on a pair of black high heels that added even more height, making her tower over nearly everyone she would encounter tonight. Her long, thick legs looked endless in the outfit. The dense muscle in her thighs flexing with each small movement. She had not dressed this sexy in a while, but tonight she wanted to feel powerful and desired. After the strange encounter at the volunteer's house, she needed something to take the edge off her growing suspicion and frustration.

The second frat party was louder and more crowded than the last. Brianna moved through the throng like a goddess among mortals. Her high heels clicking against the floor. Heads turned everywhere. Men stared openly at her towering frame and the way her breasts bounced with each step. A few women gave her hungry, lingering looks as well. She smiled faintly at them. Her full lips curving as she imagined pinning one of the prettier girls beneath her. The thought sent a warm pulse through her pussy, but she kept scanning the room instead of acting on it immediately.

She stayed sober this time, nursing a single drink slowly while she watched. Several pretty girls were already drinking heavily, their laughter bright and unsteady. One in particular caught Brianna's eye. A petite brunette with soft curves and a short dress that showed off her legs. Lila, someone had called her. Brianna let her gaze roam over the smaller woman, picturing how it would feel to trap Lila's head under her dripping pussy while her powerful thighs squeezed around her. Her nipples hardened against the tight dress. She started moving toward her, ready to strike up a conversation, when she noticed a familiar face.

The same guy who had offered her the spiked drink at the last party approached Lila with a fresh cup and a charming smile. Brianna's eyes narrowed. She watched closely as Lila accepted the drink and downed a large portion of it. Within minutes the effects hit the smaller girl hard. Lila swayed, her eyes glazing over as she stumbled toward the exit. Brianna followed at a distance, her high heels forcing her to move carefully through the crowd.

Outside, she arrived just in time to see the volunteer loading the drugged Lila into his golf cart. He glanced around quickly before driving off. Brianna's suspicion hardened into certainty. She turned back toward the party, searching for the man who had handed Lila the drink. He had already disappeared into the crowd. Annoyance and arousal warred inside her. Her body was still buzzing from the earlier fantasies. Her pussy wet and aching for release.

She spotted a good-looking small guy near the stairs, maybe five-foot-six with an athletic build and an eager expression as he looked up at her. Without hesitation, Brianna reached down and grabbed the back of his shirt. She lifted him off his feet with one powerful arm, his legs dangling helplessly.

"You're coming with me," she said, her voice low and commanding.

He let out a surprised laugh but did not fight her as she carried him up the stairs to the second floor. Her long legs taking the steps two at a time. She found an empty bedroom and pushed the door shut behind them, setting him down only after locking it. The small guy stared up at her towering body with wide, excited eyes. He was clearly turned on by her size and strength.

Brianna did not waste time on gentle words. She pushed him back onto the bed, her massive frame climbing over him until she straddled his waist. Her heavy breasts hung above his face like pendulums, the deep cleavage inches from his nose. She reached down and yanked his pants open, freeing his already hard cock. With one large hand she stroked him firmly, feeling him throb against her palm.

"Look at you, so small under me," she growled, her voice thick with lust. "You're going to take everything I give you tonight."

She lifted her dress and pulled her soaked panties aside, revealing her glistening pussy. Without warning she lowered herself onto him, her tight, muscular walls engulfing his cock in one smooth motion. The small guy gasped loudly, his hands reaching up to grip the sides of her massive breasts. Brianna moaned deeply as she began to ride him, her powerful thighs flexing on either side of his body. Each downward thrust drove him deep inside her, her weight pressing him hard into the mattress.

Her hips rolled with increasing force, the dense muscle in her glutes and legs doing most of the work. She could feel every inch of him inside her, but it was her own pleasure she chased. She leaned forward, smothering his face completely between her enormous tits. The soft, heavy flesh engulfed him while the hard pectoral muscle underneath kept the pressure intense. His muffled moans vibrated against her skin as he struggled for air. His hips bucking up desperately to meet her rhythm.

Brianna rode him harder, her pussy clenching around his cock with rhythmic squeezes. She could feel his smaller body trembling beneath her overwhelming size and weight. One of her hands slid down to grip his ass, fingers digging into the muscle there as she pulled him up into her thrusts. She shifted slightly and continued to grind down on his cock. The small guy cried out in a mix of pain and intense pleasure, his body arching under her.

"That's it," she groaned, her voice husky. "Take it all. Feel how strong I am."

She fucked him relentlessly, her massive breasts bouncing heavily above him whenever she sat up straighter. Sweat glistened on her muscular abs and powerful thighs as she chased her first orgasm. When it hit her, she slammed down hard. Her pussy pulsing around him in powerful waves. The small guy came shortly after, spilling inside her with a strangled moan. Brianna did not stop. She kept riding him through his sensitivity, using his cock for her own continued pleasure until she came again. Her thick thighs squeezing his sides hard enough to leave bruises.

Hours seemed to pass in that room. Brianna took him in every position her strength allowed. She flipped him onto his stomach and mounted him from behind, her heavy breasts pressing against his back while her powerful hips drove into him. She lifted him completely off the bed at one point, holding his smaller body in the air while she impaled herself on his cock. Her muscular arms flexing as she bounced him up and down.

The small guy was a wreck by the end. He was covered in sweat, bite marks on his shoulders, and deep finger bruises on his hips and ass. Every breath came with a mix of pain and exhausted bliss. Yet he wore a wide, dazed smile the entire time. His eyes filled with awe as he looked up at the towering muscular goddess who had completely dominated him.

Brianna finally felt the sharp edge of her horniness dull after several intense orgasms. She climbed off him slowly, her powerful legs steady once more as she straightened her dress. The small guy lay sprawled on the bed, breathing heavily. His body marked by her strength and passion.

"Thanks," she said simply, already turning toward the door. "You were useful."

She left him there without another word. Her mind already shifting back to the volunteer and the drugged girl. The rough sex had taken the edge off, but her suspicion remained. She would find out the truth. And when she did, she would handle it the way she always handled things that got in her way. With overwhelming force.

Chapter 5

Brianna crouched in the shadows across the street from the second frat party, her powerful seven-foot-four frame hidden in a tight black tracksuit that still struggled to contain her massive breasts and thick muscular thighs. She had traded the sexy heels and dress for running shoes, ready for pursuit. Her breath came slow and steady as she waited, eyes sharp despite the late hour. Nearly ten minutes passed before she saw the volunteer's golf cart pull up again. A pretty girl stumbled out of the party shortly after, clearly drugged and barely able to walk. The volunteer helped her into the cart with practiced ease and drove off.

Brianna rose silently and began to run. Her long, powerful legs pumped effortlessly. Each stride covering huge distances. She kept pace with the golf cart easily, staying far enough back to remain unseen. The cart did not head toward the dorms. Instead it turned toward a remote, secluded area on the edge of campus. Pulling up to a small, nondescript building tucked behind trees. Brianna slowed, moving quietly through the darkness until she reached a side window. She peered inside.

The volunteer carried the unconscious girl into the main room and laid her on a couch. Moments later, the man who had been spiking drinks arrived. Both men stripped the girl's clothes off first, then removed their own. Their cocks were already hard as they stood over her limp body, laughing and discussing who would fuck her first.

Brianna's blood boiled. These two had tried the same thing with her. They had hurt others and planned to rape this innocent girl. Her patience snapped completely. She did not care about consequences or mercy.

With a thunderous crash, Brianna burst through the door. Her massive shoulder shattering the wood like paper. The two men spun around in shock, their naked bodies looking pathetic and small compared to her towering, muscular form.

The volunteer's eyes widened in recognition and terror. "You," he gasped.

Brianna crossed the room in two long strides. She grabbed the volunteer by the throat with one large hand and lifted him completely off the ground. His feet kicked uselessly in the air as she slammed him against the wall, her powerful arm barely flexing. The drink-spiker tried to run, but she lashed out with one thick leg, sweeping his feet out from under him. He crashed to the floor hard.

"You thought you could drug me?" Brianna growled, her voice low and dangerous. "You thought you could rape me and this girl? Bad choice."

She squeezed the volunteer's throat until his face turned purple. Then she threw him across the room. He slammed into a heavy wooden table, cracking it. The other man scrambled to his feet, but Brianna was already on him. She grabbed his head with both hands and drove her knee up into his face. The dense muscle of her thigh delivering devastating force. Blood sprayed as his nose shattered.

For the next several hours, Brianna unleashed every ounce of her superior size and strength on them. She started with the volunteer, ripping his clothes the rest of the way off and forcing him onto his back. She straddled his chest, her massive, muscular ass and thighs pinning him completely. Her heavy breasts hung above his terrified face as she ground her dripping pussy against his stomach, marking him with her scent.

"Open your mouth," she ordered. When he hesitated, she simply sat down harder, smothering his face under her pussy and ass. She rode his face brutally, her powerful hips rolling as she used his tongue and nose for her pleasure. His struggles only excited her more. She came hard, flooding his mouth and nose with her juices while her thick thighs squeezed his head until he nearly passed out.

She moved to the other man next, forcing him to his knees. Brianna grabbed his hair and shoved his face between her massive breasts, smothering him in the deep, sweaty valley while she flexed her pectorals. He gasped for air that would not come. While he struggled, she reached down and grabbed his cock and balls in one large hand. Squeezing until he screamed into her titflesh. She crushed his balls slowly, feeling them pop under her grip while she laughed softly at his muffled agony.

The violence turned intensely sexual. Brianna fucked both men in the most degrading ways possible. She impaled the volunteer on her fingers first, stretching his ass mercilessly with her thick digits while she rode the other man's face. Then she forced them to fuck each other while she watched. Her powerful legs wrapped around them to keep them in place. When they resisted, she broke fingers and ribs with casual squeezes of her hands.

All the while she demanded their money. "Transfer everything," she snarled, holding up a phone she had taken from one of them. "Every account. Or I will keep breaking you until there is nothing left." Under the constant threat of her overwhelming body, they complied. They wired hundreds of thousands of dollars into an account she set up on the spot. By the end of it, Brianna was rich. The financial desperation that had weighed on her since her ex left vanished in moments.

The real brutality came after the money was secured. Brianna went to work on their bodies with cold, unstoppable force. She grabbed the volunteer's arm and snapped it over her knee like a twig. Then the other arm. She moved to his legs, crushing his knees with her hands until the joints popped and shattered. His screams filled the room, but she did not care. Empathy had never been her strong suit, especially not for predators like these.

She stomped down on the drink-spiker's dick with her running shoe, grinding it into a bloody pulp against the floor while he howled. His balls followed, crushed flat under her powerful foot. She broke every major bone in their bodies methodically until both men were shattered, whimpering wrecks.

Finally, Brianna flipped the heavy wooden table upside down. She lifted each broken man in turn and plunged them down onto the thick table legs. The volunteer screamed as one leg speared deep into his ass, impaling him. The other man received the same treatment on a second leg. They hung there, stuck and bleeding, unable to move or escape.

Brianna stood over them for a moment, her muscular body glistening with sweat, chest heaving. She felt no regret. They had chosen this when they tried to hurt her and the girl. She picked up the still-unconscious Lila, cradling the smaller woman gently in her powerful arms. The contrast was striking. Lila looked tiny and delicate against Brianna's massive frame, her head resting peacefully against one heavy breast.

Without a backward glance at the broken, impaled men, Brianna carried Lila out into the night and back toward her dorm. Justice had been delivered the only way she knew how. Completely.

Chapter 6

Brianna carried the petite Lila back to her apartment with effortless strength, the smaller woman's limp body nestled securely against her massive chest. Lila's head rested in the warm, deep valley between Brianna's enormous breasts, rising and falling gently with each of the giantess's steady breaths. By the time they reached the bedroom, Lila was beginning to stir. Brianna laid her down carefully on the large bed, then sat beside her, the mattress dipping deeply under her seven-foot-four, muscle-packed weight.

Lila's eyes fluttered open. She looked up at the towering woman above her, taking in the broad shoulders, the heavy swell of her breasts, and the powerful thighs that could crush cars. Instead of fear, a soft, hazy smile spread across her face. "You... you saved me," she whispered, her voice still slightly slurred from the drug but warm with gratitude.

Brianna looked down at her with dark, hungry eyes. "I like you. You're pretty. Small. And you're going to be mine tonight." Her voice was low and possessive, carrying the natural authority of someone who had always been the biggest and strongest.

Brianna's dark eyes gleamed with hunger as she stripped off her clothes, revealing her powerful body. Before she could take the lead, Lila sat up and reached for her with eager hands. "Let me worship you first," Lila whispered, her voice already breathless. She pressed her smaller body against Brianna's abs, kissing and licking the deep ridges of muscle while her hands roamed over the giantess's thick thighs. "You're so big and strong. I love how powerful you feel."

Lila's mouth moved higher, kissing the undersides of Brianna's massive breasts before latching onto one thick nipple. She sucked hungrily, moaning around the stiff peak while her hands tried to lift and squeeze the heavy tit. Brianna groaned deeply, one large hand resting on the back of Lila's head as the smaller woman worshipped her chest with enthusiastic devotion.

"Please," Lila begged between licks and sucks, "smother me with them. I want to feel them all over my face."

Brianna obliged, lifting her heavy breasts and pressing them down over Lila's head. The smaller woman moaned loudly, her face disappearing completely into the soft, warm flesh. She licked and kissed everything she could reach, her hands caressing the sides of the massive globes while she nuzzled deeper. Brianna's nipples hardened even more as Lila's eager mouth worked them.

Lila pulled back just enough to gasp, "Now sit on my face. Please, Brianna. I need to taste you. Use my mouth." Her eyes were shining with lust as she lay back and opened her mouth invitingly.

Brianna straddled her head, lowering her dripping pussy onto Lila's waiting tongue. The smaller woman attacked it with passion, licking broad strokes along her swollen lips before sucking hard on her clit. Lila's hands gripped Brianna's powerful ass, pulling her down harder. "Mmm, yes, grind on me," Lila moaned into the wet flesh. "I love how heavy and strong you are."

Brianna rode her face with growing intensity, her thick thighs flexing on either side of Lila's head. Lila was incredibly active beneath her, licking, sucking, and even gently nibbling in ways that sent sharp pleasure through the giantess. When Brianna came, flooding Lila's mouth, the smaller woman drank eagerly and kept licking for more.

As soon as Brianna lifted off, Lila was already pleading again. "Finger me. Stretch me with those big fingers while I suck on your tits." She positioned herself on her back and spread her legs wide, looking up at Brianna with desperate need.

Brianna slid two thick fingers into Lila's tight, soaked pussy while lowering one heavy breast to the smaller woman's mouth. Lila sucked greedily on the nipple, her hips bucking up to meet every thrust of Brianna's hand. "Harder, please," Lila gasped around the nipple. "I can take it. Fill me up." Brianna added a third finger, pumping deeper as Lila moaned and writhed in pleasure. The smaller woman's free hand reached between Brianna's thighs, stroking and rubbing the giantess's clit with surprising skill.

Lila came hard around Brianna's fingers, but she did not stop. As soon as the orgasm faded, she rolled them so she was on top for a moment, kissing down Brianna's muscular body. "I want to ride your thigh," she begged. "Please let me."

Brianna leaned back against the headboard, spreading her powerful legs. Lila straddled one thick, muscular thigh and began grinding her wet pussy against it, moaning loudly at the feeling of the hard muscle beneath her. While she rode, Lila leaned forward to kiss and lick Brianna's breasts again, sucking and caressing them with both hands. "You're so perfect," she whimpered. "So big and strong. I love pleasing you."

Brianna's hands roamed over Lila's smaller body, squeezing her ass and guiding her movements. The eager worship and constant begging from the petite girl had Brianna more aroused than she had been in months. Lila came again on her thigh, leaving a wet trail along the dense muscle, but she immediately slid lower.

"Please fuck me properly," Lila pleaded, lying on her back again and pulling her knees toward her chest. "I want to feel all of you on top of me."

Brianna mounted her, pressing her much larger body down as she ground their pussies together. Lila wrapped her arms and legs around as much of Brianna as she could, kissing her neck and shoulders while moaning encouragement. "Harder. Use your strength on me. I love feeling helpless under you."

The giantess thrust with powerful rolls of her hips, her heavy breasts bouncing against Lila's chest. Lila's hands constantly caressed and squeezed whatever part of Brianna she could reach — her back muscles, her glutes, her thick thighs. Between moans she kept begging. "Smother me again. Break me with your body. I need it."

They changed positions many times throughout the night, with Lila always eager and vocal. She asked to be scissored between Brianna's powerful legs, to be lifted and eaten out while Brianna stood, to worship Brianna's pussy while the giantess sat on her face again and again. Lila came repeatedly, each orgasm making her more enthusiastic in her worship and pleas.

In the final long session, Brianna lay on her back while Lila rode her face and fingered the giantess at the same time. Lila ground down desperately, moaning, "I'm going to cum on your tongue again. Please don't stop." When she did, she kept licking and fingering Brianna until the giantess exploded in a powerful orgasm that left her thighs trembling.

By the end, Brianna felt deeply, thoroughly satisfied in a way she had not experienced in a very long time. Her powerful body hummed with pleasure as she pulled the exhausted but glowing Lila into her arms. The smaller woman snuggled against her massive chest, kissing the swell of one breast softly.

"Thank you," Lila whispered happily. "I've never felt anything like that."

Hours later, both women lay tangled together on the bed. Brianna's massive frame spooned Lila from behind, one thick arm draped possessively over the smaller woman's body. Her heavy breasts pressed warmly against Lila's back, and one powerful thigh lay draped over Lila's legs, holding her close. Lila was exhausted, glowing, and smiling as she snuggled deeper into the giantess's embrace.

"I think I'm going to keep you around," Brianna murmured against her ear, her voice low and satisfied. "You feel good against me."

Lila nodded sleepily, pressing a kiss to the muscular arm holding her. "I'd like that."

Brianna smiled in the darkness, her body relaxed for the first time in weeks. She had money now. She had power. And she had this sweet, willing girl who looked perfect wrapped in her strength. For the first time since her ex had left, the future felt full of possibilities she intended to take.

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[brave_archer]

Wow, Brianna is one big, sexy beast of a woman. Loved this one so much