My Aunt Cindy

[Edhellion]

Thanks guys, I do have outlines for a couple more parts. After this one, there will be a conclusion to the Himalaya's part and I intend to return to Roberto's point of view. Do let me know if you have any specific things you want to read about and I'll try to fit them in!

NIGHT AMONG THE YETI

That night I ate with the Yeti and sat at their fire. Their children all came to check me out and they all wanted to feel my muscles. I must have looked strange to them, almost naked without the fur that covered their entire bodies. I was dressed pretty decently by my own standards, but it's no use trying to hide muscles when they're as big as mine. The Yeti were especially curious about my abs, probably because they never saw their own.
One of the children lined my deep crevices with its finger and just to have fun with it, I flexed my abs hard so that the finger became trapped. At first the youngster laughed, but its mother then admonished it as though it had done something indecent. Then one of the men became truly indecent as he indicated for me to take off my tank top. I was reluctant to do so, not because I was ashamed of my body, but because it felt like being a stripper at a club. On the other hand, I was a guest among them and that meant I had to adjust to their standards. Besides, the fire was warm so there was little need to cover my body.
As I mentioned before, the female Yeti all had M-cup breasts so that my own 75Gs looked very modest. As I pulled the top away however there were gasps among both the male and female Yeti, which was probably the result of my twenty-inch-thick slabs of pectoral muscle, rather than my (in their eyes) teeny titties. Unlike most women in similar situations I felt no need to cover my breasts with my hands and I jutted them out pertly as a sign that I was proud of them. Then I bounced them around a couple of times by flexing my pecs and this made both the kids and some of the adults laugh out loud.
Then one of the men started stroking himself and the others didn't even seem to pay it any attention, as though this was perfectly normal. It made me wonder about their sexual habits and whether one of the males might at any moment try to drag me away to whatever bed it slept in. I wasn't into bestiality, but then again these creatures were hardly animals. I now saw the huge erection of the masturbating guy and it must have been well over twenty inches. The thought of that thing inside me was enticing, yet at the same time terrifying, but of course I would never let myself be raped by one of them.
Of course the Yeti wanted me to take off my shorts and underwear as well and so I was soon completely naked, sitting in the snow among strangers. We were eating yak-meat, which tasted surprisingly good after being roasted over a fire for twenty minutes. I could get used to living along with the Yeti if that were necessary. Things are so much more quiet here and so far I haven't had to deal with men asking me on a date every second, though maybe if they were able to speak English, the Yeti would do so as well. I spent most of my time with the youngsters and away from the men, on whom I was now spotting huge erections left and right.
They might not be real humans, but our lines mustn't have split that long ago, because if I had given them a chance, I would be giving birth to a crossbreed nine months from now and the thought of such a huge creature coming out of my body almost made me vomit.
The Yeti were a lot bigger than me, but I kept up with their eating habits, swishing down huge amounts of meat and some vegetables with a beverage that must been over 50% alcohol. Of course, the typical drinking contest was inevitable at the end of the night so I decided to take it easy on the drinks until then. I am so competitive, I just can't stand the thought of losing any contest against any human or animal. The biggest Yeti were well over twice my weight, so I had no idea how to stay reasonably sober long enough to be able to beat them. Then again, I could hold my liquor extremely well by human standards.
Some of the men were already staggering through the snow as they went for a piss.
Every now and then one of the males would come over and place an arm around my shoulder, but I wasn't the only one who felt awkward about this, as there was a very fierce rivalry going on among them concerning me and I didn't want to end the night in a big fight.
I was wondering where the Yeti slept and I asked one of the women. Surprisingly, they all seemed to understand English quite well, but none of them was able to produce a single word.
The woman pointed towards some kind of igloo I hadn't noticed before.
'Is there one of those where I can sleep? Like, sort of a guest-igloo? I could sleep out in the snow, but I would prefer some cover.'
The lady once again indicated that same specific igloo.
'You've prepared it entirely for me?' I asked in surprise and walked over to it.
Squeezing in was a bit hard.
The entrance was certainly high enough, but I was simply too wide to fit through easily.
I wondered what would happen if I would accidentally bring the whole igloo down with my muscles. Maybe, they'd be offended by my carelessness.
Inside, there was a mattress made of a fur I couldn't identify. Of course, the Yeti wouldn't use their own body-parts to produce textiles so probably there were some other creatures roaming the Himalaya's that I'd never heard of as well.
The fur was surprisingly warm and insulating, without actually making me feel too hot. There was a sleeping bag, but there was no way that it could cover my whole body. The Yeti's were a lot taller than me, but it turned out I was broader across the shoulders.
Of course, I hadn't brought any sleeping-gear of my own either and since I didn't want to sleep in my day-clothes. I decided to lie down on the bed naked. There was no door to close to give me any privacy and I could only hope that the men wouldn't try to enter my igloo while I was asleep. This thought made me feel ill at ease, so that I slept fitfully and woke up several times when I heard boisterous laughter outside.
The next morning, when I got up, there was no sign of the Yeti's and neither could I see any other igloos, which meant they simply weren't there or they might have been hidden extremely well. Then again, they might have used a technique similar to mine to create caves for themselves. The thought of being alone in the Himalaya's without equipment was distressing.
Strangely enough, I couldn't find any footprints either and for a moment I wondered whether I'd imagined it all, or, worse, the Yeti had drugged me and taken advantage of my situation. My clothes were lying in a bundle close to were I'd woken up, though.
I yelled a loud 'hello' but not loud enough to cause an avalanche. I knew that the trick was to keep the pitch of one's voice high, because bass-tones create deeper shivers in the snow. There was no response apart from my own echo however. The fact that I had no idea in which direction the monastery lay or whether they would send out a search party if I didn't return made the situation rather bleak.
I looked up at the sun and decided to travel westwards, simply because the monastery was located in the western parts of the Himalaya's.

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CONCLUSION

It took me a week to return to the monastery.
During that week, I saw some signs of the presence of the Yeti, especially their huge turds, which spread an unholy stench. I decided not to go after the creatures for the moment, though. They'd left me behind, conveying the message that they didn't want me around.
I hadn't taken any pictures of them, but neither did I feel a need to prove their presence to the rest of the world. They had a beautiful place of their own and as soon as proof of their existence would spread, the whole world would be onto them, wanting to study them, which would inevitably lead to the downfall of their society and probably to a lot of stress. I did intend to visit them again, before I returned to Europe, because I was starting to become obsessed by Mi Dkar Po and they seemed to know more about him.
Three months after returning to the monastery, I went out to hunt for them again and once again it didn't take me long to find signs of them. While resting in a cave, I found pictures on the wall of Yeti, but also of a naked, extremely muscular woman with over-sized breasts.
From there it wasn't hard to find the creatures themselves. Scattered over the mountainsides I found tufts of fur and sometimes an imprint that had not been carefully erased. Over the past few weeks I had become adept at mountaineering and I managed to pick up quite a pace, so that I overtook them only two days later.
The kids were overjoyed to see me again and so were some of the men, but the Alpha-male I had defeated seemed shocked.
He knew better than to challenge me, as I stood there, naked, before him, in all my glory. I stayed with them for six months, during which I must have packed on over thirty pounds of additional muscle and I wrestled a different male every day, perfecting my skills against much larger opponents.
I was reluctant to leave them and return to Italy, but I knew my brother would send out a search party if I stayed away too long.
Not that he would miss me, but he would be afraid that I would come for him one day, like I had come for our father. As long as he knew where I was, he considered himself safe, which was a rather naïve thought.
In fact, I have no intention of coming for him.
I know that one day his eldest son will be sent over to my estate.
That will be the day of my revenge, for this son will see how pitifully weak and pathetic his father is. He'll marvel at my body and maybe he'll read this diary and if you do, I hope you enjoy it.

That was it. The end of this diary.
The very thought that she had foreseen me reading these exact words one day sent shivers down my spine, as though she'd planned it all. And if it had all been a plan, was Shannon's accident indeed staged by her?
There was something so much larger-than-life about this whole woman that I just couldn't be sure it wasn't. She was of course powerful enough to kill Shannon many times over, but she had never struck me as evil in any way. On the contrary, both her diaries and her handling of her animals spoke of an inherently good and peaceful nature.
There was some dynamic going on between my father and her, that much was clear, and after reading this diary I felt that I had to chose between them. I had always loved my father like a good son, but something had changed.
Even if Aunt Cindy hadn't been prodigiously strong and muscular, there was something special about her, something most men could only dream of. Then again, she was my aunt, so I knew I could never get romantically involved with her and I felt a huge regret at that thought. All my life, I realised, I had dreamed of a woman just like her.
But if she had set everything in motion all those years ago, then maybe I was nothing more to her than a puppet on a string, a pawn she used in her feud against my father, to be discarded once my use had ended.
Then again, my father had been on edge ever since that first letter from Aunt Cindy had arrived. And reading the signs in retrospect, I thought I could discern in him a need to keep me out of her hands.  Maybe he was an evil genius, intent on keeping Cindy away from the real power that he thought his title bestowed upon him. It made me wonder how far he would go to do so. Was he capable of hurting Shannon, and thereby me, just to get back at the sister he seemed to loathe as much as fear?
That night I lay awake in the dark, all of these thoughts tumbling through my mind over and over again.
I simply got out of bed at two in the morning, unable to sleep, and went to Cindy's gym. I hadn't left her estate yet and had tried, as best as I could, to keep it in its original state. The lights in the gym went on automatically as I entered it and just the sight of the 1,000 lbs dumbbells gave me an erection, as I could remember watching Cindy curl them. So far, I had still refrained from masturbating, though it took more and more effort. Fortunately, there were no pictures of Cindy around the house.
But of course reading about the way she'd wrestled a 2,000+ pounds Yeti had stretched both my pants and my willpower to their absolute limits. I had found that working out myself could relieve some of the tension around my groin and it even fuelled me to lifting weights that were a lot bigger than I'd ever handled before. By now, I was bench-pressing a very respectable 220 pounds and my leg press had gone up to 680. I was driven by a need to prove myself in case Cindy would return.
No, when she would return.
There was no question she would.

[Wookey]

K++++. Not sure if there's going to be an epilogue but wanted to share with you about how much I enjoyed this story

[jbeast]

Congratulations, but there are still some loose ends. The nephew and when Cindy returns home, which she will; what happened to the girlfriend; and the father.

Great work! Thanks!

[Edhellion]

Thank you, Wookey and Jbeast and don't worry, the story isn't finished yet. Glad you enjoy it so much!

[Edhellion]

THE RETURN OF AUNT CINDY

It was in the month of May the following year that I started to give up hope that Cindy would return. Maybe she had been killed, either by my father's men or by Mi Dkar Po.
I had in fact started packing my things when I heard a door opening downstairs and I was ready to confront what I thought would be my father. Then I heard heavy footsteps climbing the stairs and hope started to flutter in my heart. A moment later, the door of bedroom was opened and there stood my Aunt Cindy, dressed in clothes that left hardly anything to the imagination. For a moment I couldn't decide whether she was wearing body-paint or actual clothes but the tears in the sleeves covering her arms assured me that there was indeed actual cloth straining to contain her huge muscles. And when I say 'huge' I mean absolutely gigantic. I immediately discounted the idea that she had always been bigger than I remembered, because why would my mind downgrade her body? Where her biceps had been some fifty inches before, they were now probably well over sixty inches and since I didn't dare accuse her of having had a boob-job, her pecs must have grown at just the same rate. The boots covering her calves had tears in them, and her shorts had climbed up so far that a large part of her glutes was visible. My dick immediately sprang to attention and I couldn't keep myself from running over and embracing her. Or trying to embrace of course, because my arms stretched wide barely reached both the extremes of her shoulders.
'How did... What happ...' I started, my voice choked with tears. I took a moment to recover myself and then tried to act more coolly. 'It's great you're back, Aunt Cindy. Managing this vast estate was growing over my head and I have to admit I also missed your company. You look even bigger than you did when I last saw you. What kind of workouts have you been having? I bet you could squat a bus now, or even throw a rocket into space.' I realized I was babbling, but I felt I had to express my admiration for this Cindy 2.0.
'Oh, looks like someone's happy to see me,' she said, casting a short glance down to my crotch. 'Anyway, you look healthier than you did when I left. I bet you've been hitting my weights in my absence, but don't think you'll ever catch up to me. I am the most muscular person alive and intend to stay so until the day I die. Anyway, it's good that you're working out so enthusiastically if you want to date a muscle-woman unless you want to be completely dominated or even enslaved. My belief is that a woman can only date a man who can spot her during her workouts, which means I'll probably stay single for the rest of my life, but for you it means that if you want to date a woman who can bench press 300 pounds, you must be able to lift that weight off her chest in case she fails.'
'Well, 300 pounds might be a bit optimistic,' I chuckled a bit timidly. 'But I hit 220 the other night.' And when there came no reaction, I added: 'For reps,' not mentioning that I'd only managed three such reps.
'Good for you,' she said matter-of-factly and it felt kind of frustrating. Any other woman would have wanted me to take of my shirt and go into a crab-pose but Cindy hardly even acknowledged my feat.
While talking, we had been moving to the basement and as the lights flashed on, Cindy appeared to count if all her weights were still there. She was like a dragon who knows the value of its whole treasure down to the last gold coin, but of course I hadn't stolen one of the weights. 'Looks like I will have to buy something heavier,' she said concernedly as she picked up two 1,000 pounders. 'You know, I haven't been lounging about either and these 1,000s are only a warm-up for me now, she said, as she started curling with perfect form, her whole body standing absolutely still apart from her lower arms, which were raised almost machine-like by the watermelon-sized biceps on both arms. She wasn't even breathing loudly, which confirmed that this was indeed just a warm-up for her, yet I had no idea where one could purchase dumbbells that were over a 1,000 pounds. Maybe there was some equipment-shop for superheroes?
'We'd better go outside and find some real weight,' she said after an endless amount of repetitions and I couldn't wait for her to show off her strength again, the way she had done before she had left on her mysterious errand. She walked over to an old pick-up, which was located in a garage, and placed her hands underneath the rear bumper, sitting on her haunches which made her shorts ride even higher up her magnificent ass. Then she got up, her legs expanding in all directions. Of course she had little trouble lifting the pick-up, so she simply took a step forward, now no longer lifting merely the rear bumper, but a larger part of the truck. 'Looks like we'd better load it,' she said casually and I started looking around for heavy objects to load the pick-up with. There were some barrels, but they appeared to be empty, so I was soon at my wit's end of what to use. Then Cindy walked over to the garage doors, two huge masses of iron, and one by one took them of their hinges. She then walked over and laid the doors on the truck, which made the suspension sag dangerously.
Now these doors were over thirty feet high, so lifting them, then balancing them and even walking towards the truck with them, was quite impressive. Then again, I wasn't sure Aunt Cindy could surprise me more  than she'd already done. I estimated that the pick-up loaded with the two doors must weigh well over five-thousand pounds, which would have been ridiculously heavy for even the strongest of men. But Aunt Cindy simply took up the rear bumper again, then crouched underneath the car. I was wondering what kind of exercise she was going to perform, but expected her to stand up with the pick-up on her shoulders.
She did not stand up, however, but instead lay down on the ground, all the while keeping the truck above her with the strength of her two arms. Then she brought it down, though the tyres came nowhere near the ground. In fact, the whole truck was now pressing down on her boobs, which were flattened a bit by the weight and pressed outwards. Her breasts might have been the only part of her body that wasn't covered by big slabs of muscle, even though they were bouncy and pert, especially considering their size. Yet the boobs weren't completely flattened, which meant their tissue was offering a lot of resistance to the weight of the pick-up.
Incredibly, I saw the truck rising and falling with her deep breathing and it remained perfectly balanced upon her pec-shelf.
'Now watch this,' she said.
She had so much control that even her speaking didn't unbalance the truck.
I had expected her to start bench-pressing the pick-up, which would be impossible for any other human being, but in fact she just started flexing the muscles in her chest, with her forearms on the ground. As her pecs contracted, I swear the pick-up rose several inches. Even the thought of her breasts squashed between the pick-up and a hard place made me wince, as I imagined how much it must hurt.
'Pretty impressive, huh?' Aunt Cindy asked, as she threw me a wink.
'Impressive doesn't begin to describe it,' I said, trying to put all of the awe I felt into my words, yet failing. 'This is impossible!' I breathed before realizing Cindy had been annoyed by Rgad Po's too frequent use of that word. 'I mean, impossible for any normal being of course,' I quickly added.
'Maybe one day you'll be able to do this to,' she said. 'If only I could train you properly.'
This thought was tantalizing. Up to that moment, I had never imagined I could come even close to Cindy's strength level. But what if I went through her training regimen? Wasn't male muscle naturally denser and therefore stronger than female muscle?

[Wookey]

Looking forward to Cindy training him then finding him an appropriate mate... once he can bench 500lbs. Until then Cindy should ensure he stays single!!

[nickolai]

Yay!  She's back!!

[Edhellion]

Just a short one this time, but vital to the narrative and the upcoming chapters.

REVELATIONS
After showing off her massive strength again (God! I'd missed it more than I'd thought), we went for a walk over the estate. It was almost odd that this massive behemoth of muscle could walk at such a sedentary pace and was almost pensive as she watched the ground in front of her. It was clear that she had something on her mind and I was hoping I could help her in some way, but as soon as I opened my mouth to ask her what she was thinking about, she raised a hand in such an imperious gesture that my jaws clamped shut with enough force to cause me quite some pain. Aunt Cindy was definitely a different person than the Aunt Cindy that had left the place eight months before and I wasn't just talking about her physical appearance. She seemed somehow older, or maybe I should say more mature, though those words don't exactly describe what I mean either.
'You haven't mentioned Shannon once since I returned,' she suddenly spoke, out of the blue, and I felt ashamed. 'I don't know the girl, but I'm sure she didn't deserve what happened to her. You haven't once accused me of harming her and I'm glad of that. I was afraid you'd be a daddy's boy and that you would believe whatever he told you, but I've gathered you've hardly been in touch with your father. I must warn you, though, that during my absence he has opened Pandora's Box. He has started to muster forces that are way too big for him to handle, all in an effort to bring me to my knees. What he doesn't know is that he himself will fall victim to these forces before I will and he'll pay for it with his life. Ironically, I am the only one who could possibly protect him.'
'From Mi Dkar Po, right?' I asked, guessing what she meant. She nodded silently and I fired some questions at her. 'Who is he? Did you ever meet with him? Was he stronger than you? Is he even still alive?' I didn't wait for answers, being completely carried away. It was like I was on the brink of uncovering a great mystery.
'Oh, he's not just one man. People like him have existed for millennia and they are not immortal. In the Bible you find them as both Samsom and Goliath. Others of the kind were Beowulf and Heracles. The Vikings were probably inspired by them when they made up Thor, with his hammer that was impossible to carry by normal men. I met with a couple of them and they are strong. I mean, really strong.'
'Are they stronger than you?'
Her grunt might have been an affirmation or a denial.
'Where do they live? It's impossible to hide a body like yours. I imagine theirs are almost as striking. God, I'd really love to see you in a strength contest with Hercules! My money would be on you!' I said enthusiastically, getting completely carried away.
'You keep referring to us as "them",' she said.
It took a moment to sink in. Then it hit me like a rock to the head. 'Wait, you mean, you are one of them?' Then I added: 'I knew you were a goddess!'
'Don't get carried away,' she answered with some misplaced modesty. 'I'm only one half one of them. Your grandmother is still my mother.'
'But you mean that my grandfather wasn't your father, right? It makes you a demi-goddess at least and I bet you're as strong as Samsom before his hair was shorn. That explains it all, why you're so impossibly strong and... and... superhuman.' I got completely carried away and my mind was racing a thousand miles a second.
'I guess so,' Cindy said, walking over to a large rock in a stream and picking it up absent-mindedly before throwing it fifteen feet through the air. 'We need more water down in that valley over there,' she explained her action, completely unaware of my awe at her casually picking up what had to be a five-hundred pound rock with very awkward dimensions that should have made it impossible to lift. Her muscle stood out in the sleeveless shirt she was wearing, which left almost her entire back bare.
And what a back it was! It was one big collection of lines that formed an undulating landscape of pure muscle.
As she moved her arms while walking, the muscles were dancing on her back, completely mesmerizing and hypnotizing me. It was almost as if there was some huge creature living underneath her skin that moved gracefully there, pushing the skin outward until it looked ready to burst through any moment.
I felt a need to hop onto that back, just feeling the strength of those muscles but I managed to keep myself in check. I thought that maybe I was sexually attracted to her, and the urge to feel those muscles, to rub them with my fingers and knead them as though they were clay, to feel how hard they were, created a feeling of excitement in my groin that made my dick erect. Was that excitement sexual in nature? Partly, I'm inclined to say, yet for another part it was sheer admiration of her body and nothing else.
Because even though she was one-half a god-like being, the other half was of my own blood and that meant she was off-limits sexually. That meant no penetration and no exchange of fluids, but what about muscle-fucking her? I felt a need to place my dick between her pecs, to make her squeeze them together so that I could rub up against her sternum. I wondered what would happen if I took out my cock now. I imagined Cindy would be surprised at the least, probably even horrified or brought into fits of laughter. But what if she would touch me down there or was to allow me to jerk off in her presence?
Of course it was completely insane, the thought of showing my privates to an aunt I had known for such a short time, to expose myself in that way.
But Cindy already knew I had a thing for muscle.
Mechanically, my hands went down to my zipper and opened the button of my jeans.

[nickolai]

Really like where this is going, but not liking there is someone out there stronger than Aunt Cindy.  She will have to find a way to up her game ... 

[Edhellion]

BIG TROUBLE
All of this had taken place behind that prodigious back, but she must have heard the quickening of my breath, or perhaps a slight moan had even escaped from my mouth. She turned around and immediately understood the whole situation. A slight smile appeared on her lips, which might signify Schadenfreude or pity or perhaps she was just flattered. Regardless, she walked over, took the top of my pants into her hands, brushing the tip of my dick with her hand, and buttoned me up again. I was flustered and tried to apologise, feeling I had made this as awkward for her as it was for me, but she simply laid an index-finger on my lips, indicating for me to be silent. With her other hand, she zipped up my pants again and then she simply turned around and walked off. My cock was pressing painfully against the waistband of my jeans, but I didn't dare to relieve it with my hands. Instead I squirmed a bit until I was comfortable again, but as soon as I looked at Aunt Cindy walking uphill, her calves two veritable dancing boulders, I lost control of my lower body again. I could feel my legs going weak and I felt a bit nauseous. I knew that I somehow needed to release a big load of cum and it felt as if I might burst if I didn't, but how was I going to do that here, with my Aunt just a couple of yards ahead of me? I stepped behind a tree and took hold of the glans of my penis, but as soon as I did, a flood of cum shot out.
I stood there trembling, when suddenly Aunt Cindy was standing in front of me again. She must have known what had happened, as she simply handed me a tissue but as I used it to wipe away cum, it was soon soaked and I realized there was still more coming up. It was as if a floodgate had been opened and I had no idea how to close it. It made a lot of sense: I hadn't jerked off for months and then my super-hot aunt had returned, even hotter and more muscular than before. But even though it made perfect sense, it was really embarrassing to be caught by my aun,t shooting loads of sperm into my boxers and her just standing there as if nothing strange had happened. She even handed me another tissue and by now my load seemed to have been spent and I felt my dick finally going back to its usual proportions again.
'That was... impressive,' Cindy said and I wondered whether she knew just how massive my orgasm had been. 'I've been with a lot of men, but I'm sure I've ever smelled such a strong odour of sperm around any of them,' she observed and I felt my face was about to explode from shame. 'You really need to find yourself a girlfriend and soon, or all that sperm is going to be wasted and let's face it, we do have some good genes. Maybe I can help you find someone, but then again, I don't think it's good advertising to be introduced to a date by you aunt. We need to get a good picture of you for the dating sites, just in case that's the way you wanna go. Or maybe you want to try some sessions first?'
'Sessions?' I stammered, not sure what she meant. For a moment I thought she was offering me some sessions with her, but I soon put that thought out of my head. She probably knew the whole female bodybuilding and physique scene, so maybe she could hook me up with some real athletes. I was an avid visitor of the Saradas website and the pictures of most of the women on there were so steaming hot that I'd never felt any need to buy a Playboy magazine. But if I were to date a muscle-girl (preferably my own age), I should really learn to control my sexual instincts. Cumming the way I just had by merely touching myself was probably a real no-go for a girl who could have her pick of men.
'Well, it's obvious that you need some experience with acting adequately around female muscle. It is clear that in that respect you are still a virgin and you can't stop fawning whenever you see flexed calves or biceps. Besides, you are not very fastidious when it comes to muscle. I mean, are you into pecs?' She bounced hers up and down a couple of times, forcing her breasts to bounce rhythmically, which made me sure that I was a pecs-man. Besides, I liked girls with breasts and a combination of pecs and breasts was absolutely the best.
'Or glutes and hamstrings?' she asked, turning around and bending over so that I got a good view of said muscle groups. Her legs were easily three feet across in width, so that I was now sure that upper legs and asses were turning me on more than breasts. 'Or maybe you like abs more,' Cindy said, lifting her shirt and showing me a landscape of eight perfectly formed abdominal muscles, separated by deep crevices. She then went into a belly-dance that would make Shakira jealous and I was absolutely certain that abs on a girl just had to be the sexiest muscle-group. 'And then of course there are biceps and shoulders,' Cindy said, showing off the bouldering deltoids that sat on top of her shoulders and almost completely enveloped her neck before flexing up biceps that went well over her head. This time I was sure that a good set of arms and shoulders were the best part of a woman. 'My point is,' Cindy concluded, 'that you don't seem to discriminate between different muscle-groups. Of course that means you can date any muscle-girl, but most women want to feel that they cater to a specific ideal in their lovers and that means a fetish. I bet you would kiss all the feet you'd encounter if they're beneath a set of firm, diamond-shaped calves, am I right?' And when I nodded, with a salivating mouth she continued. 'But then again, you would also be heavily into Lift& Carry, which is provided by a different kind of woman. And then there are girls with shelves so big and firm that you could easily stand on their asses.'
'Please stop!' I groaned, as she showed off all of her muscle groups in their full glory. This was just too much. There was so much muscle that I almost fainted and there was no way I could chose which part of her looked best. Yet even though I begged her to stop, there was a large part of me (particularly my lower body) which wanted her to continue. Gone was the shame for getting aroused by my own aunt.
She was just so much woman, it was hard to even comprehend what I was watching. I remember the G-cup breasts she'd described in her diary, but they must have grown since then, even though her pecs must have gotten bigger as well. With most women getting really muscular, the breast tissue is simply absorbed by the muscle, but not with Aunt Cindy. It was as if she had two balloons inflated to their absolute max and then put underneath her skin and yet she'd sworn to me she hadn't had a boob job.
Then she turned around again and I got a good look at her ass.
I don't know what the previous record for biggest butt was.
'My hips measure 98 inches,' she said, as she must have guessed my thoughts.
'And yes all my clothes are tailor-made.'
Tailor-made or not, the denim shorts she was wearing had tears running along the seams and they looked ready to be destroyed with every movement Aunt Cindy made. That was true not only of her shorts, but of all her clothes. They must have all been made of some very stretchy material that also had denim-like qualities. I had already asked myself the question of whether there was an equipment store for superheroes, but if so, then Cindy definitely bought her clothes there, because they had to be extremely durable.
I really needed to find myself a massive girlfriend, because after having seen Cindy showing off like this, all the "normal" girls just paled in comparison. The thought struck me that I might never again get an erection when viewing such a normal girl.
Then I was snatched out of my reveries.
There was a low rumbling sound, almost as if it came out of the earth itself and from the little promontory on which we were standing, I could see trees swaying heavily down below.
'Uhm, what's that?' I asked concernedly.
'Mammoths. Three of them as far as I can tell from here. Let's hope they're not in a bad mood, otherwise I will have to use my muscles again.'
Her words secretly made me hope that the mammoths were in a very bad mood, because I simply loved seeing her body in full action.
'It's strange that they've come down from the mountains in this season,' Cindy said with a frown on her face.
'You mean they visit these forests regularly during other seasons?'
'No, not regularly. Just once every five or six years. I can't help but think that your father and his deal with the Herculeans has something to do with this.'
It was the first time I had heard her put a name to the ultra-strong supermen.
'What do you mean? Are these... Herculeans... in league with mammoths? Next thing you'll be telling me is that the dino's didn't go extinct.'
'Of course they didn't go extinct, just into hiding. And no, the Herculeans are not in league with mammoths. That thought is just daft. Mammoths are simple animals, whereas the Herculeans are highly sophisticated, perhaps even more highly than humans. I bet they eat mammoth-meat now and then, because they have little respect for the uniqueness of such animals, but they certainly don't work together.'
The rumbling noise seemed to come closer and it was impossible to ascertain where it was coming from. Still, I was sure I would be standing behind Aunt Cindy's broad back when the animals would reach us, even though I'd love to get a good look at a mammoth in real life. The strangest thing was that I wasn't as terrified as you think I might have been at the news that some live mammoths might be coming our way, but I was simply taking for granted that Cindy was stronger than anything we could encounter. So far, she had continually forced me to extend my expectations of what a female body was capable of and as a result, I no longer expected her strength to have any limits.
I could see some trees being forced down a mere fifty yards from me now, but I still couldn't see a mammoth. Or so I thought, but it turned out that was mostly because I was thinking too small. One of those trees being pushed aside turned out to be a massive leg that went all the way up to an enormous body. The trunk of the mammoth had to be at least fifteen feet long and at its base it was bigger than Aunt Cindy's thighs. The tusks were absolutely gigantic and they could probably skewer any human being, maybe even Aunt Cindy herself. I thought I hadn't been paying enough attention during my biology-classes because I thought mammoths were "only" ten feet  high or so, but the creature I was now faced with was a lot bigger than that.
All I could do now was take a stance behind Aunt Cindy's six-feet-wide back and throw curious glances over her shoulder.

[Wookey]

Fantastic that she is arranging a gf

[nickolai]

"So far, she had continually forced me to extend my expectations of what a female body was capable of and as a result, I no longer expected her strength to have any limits" Well it seems as if she might since in this story there exist men that are stronger than her.  Seems as if she hasn't proven that she can best all men, that there are men that can dominate her.

[jbeast]

This is.... an incredible story. Maybe incredibly hot.

Keep going.

[phil123]

Perhaps she must train a girlfriendn for him getting stronger than him AS he likes beeing outmuscled